Aku malu

Oh nasi lemak!

Pagi tadi kelam-kabut juga tertidur lepas subuh. Dah janji nak masak nasi lemak hari ini untuk anak-anak orang. Aku ke City Supermarket beli barang-barang dapur, tak terdaya nak angkut semua. Delivery boy City Supermarket tu boleh hantarkan ke j11. Aku pon cepat-cepat balik lepas beli timun kat kedai sayur. Dah jejak tangga Blok j tiba-tiba teringat lupa nak beli santan. Haruslah gelabah sebab tak ada santan macam mana nak masak nasi lemak yang menggemukkan tu (mari kita gemukkan anak-anak orang!). Aku check phonebook cari number City Supermarket.

Aku : I am sorry but could you please send me Dabur... (tak sempat habiskan)
TheOtherEnd : Hellooo, selamat pagi! (dengan suara manja-manja comel yang sangat familiar)

Ya Allah, aku tertekan nombor Dato' Ghani! Terus matikan line. (dan muka menjadi merah kerana malu). Dato' Ghani is the Dean of International Medical School and for two packets of santan, I dare to call him who is busy in his office early in the morning (dia di Malaysia, harap maklum!). Oh Dato', I am so sorry. Harap-harap dia tak simpan number aku.

*masih malu*

p/s [tiada kaitan],


BooBoo (the blue bear),jaga diri baik-baik!

bulan

[1 Muharram 1430]


Malam tadi begitu indah,
bintang juga merona merah
menahan malu.

[kau bukan saja melintas, tapi singgah di
sudut paling manja]

begitulah

[1] Orang Mangalore datang berkunjung ke j11.
Seronok sungguh berborak, banyak yang dibincangkan. Anas,Farid,Ken,Farha,Mimie pon ada. Lama tak rasa lega, cuti seminggu dan terima pula tetamu. Bawa berkat untuk tuan rumah. Semangat sungguh orang Mangalore (orang Aloq Setaq tau!) bercakap hal macam-macam. Orang berilmu, merendah diri pula. Penat memasak hilang macam angin, tenteram.


Bulan: I am not verbal.
Bintang: I need you to listen, and nothing more than an understanding reply.

[2] Ada rasa terkilan di hati. Susah sangatkah nak menunjukkan rasa sayang. Adakah bila telah pergi atau hilang dari mata, baru terkial-kial menyesal. Susah sangat, berat mungkin. Hidup untuk memberi, tapi sampai bila. Pernah tak rasa diri tak dihargai oleh orang yang kita peduli. I am verbal. Susah jadi bulan?

[3] Perlukah menunggu sesuatu yang sebetulnya takkan menjadi milik kita. Mungkin tuhan ada sesuatu yang lebih baik.

[4] Exam sudah dekat, mahu penuhkan otak.


...luruskan jalan untuk aku (suluhkan juga). Mahu sedikit warna (demanding sungguh).

Untuk yang telah pergi, dan kasih yang masih ada.

Kehilangan bukanlah sesuatu yang setiap manusia waras inginkan. Kita berlumba mengejar kesenangan dalam hidup, mencari sesuatu yang mampu membawa bahagia tetapi sebenarnya kebahagian itu diam di hati orang-orang yang kita sayang. Kehilangan mereka, seperti membawa bersama kebahagian itu. Tapi hidup perlu berlangsung, dan kita memilih untuk masih merasa bahagia dalam sebuah kehilangan melalui memori bersama insan yang telah pergi. Al-fatihah.

Pilu, mungkin masih berduka. Dia sedih, dan aku faham kerana pilu tetap sama. Walau siapa yang menerima kehadirannya, detik hitam itu memang melukakan. Ubati keperitannya dengan kasih-sayang setiap yang masih ada, secara zahir. Semakin lama, aku jadi memahami perasaan seorang ibu. Usia yang mematangkan, membuat aku menjadi begitu kagum akan kesabaran seorang ibu. Ketabahan ibu dalam mengubat kehilangan tidak terbanding segala penawar. Untuk ibu di rumah, atas kagumnya aku akan dia yang tabah. Moga aku jadi seperti dia.

Baby Alia pergi pada usia 4 bulan, selepas membawa kegembiraan kepada keluarga kami yang 7 tahun tak mendengar tangisan bayi. Lahir sedang ibu menghidap diabetes mellitus. Komplikasinya baby Alia lahir dengan masalah jantung. Baby Alia manusia cantik, mulus wajahnya dan aku jatuh hati pada pandang pertama melihat adik. Kalau dewasa, mungkin jadi heart-breaker si lelaki (ini Maksu yang cakap). Tiada apa dapat dilakukan untuk menyelamatkannya, dan ibu dipaksa untuk memilih melihat baby Alia terus hidup sebagai manusia cacat atau di'mati'kan saja alat bantuan pernafasannya. Beratnya ibu untuk memilih, tapi tuhan ada rancanganNya yang lebih baik. Baby Alia pergi juga.

Aku masih ingat. Saat dia pergi, aku sedang berjuang di Seremban. Aku masuk ke sekolah itu dengan result UPSR dan record co-curiculum yang cemerlang. Aku dilepaskan ibu dengan berat hati, sedang ayah teruja sungguh untuk melihat anaknya menggenggam cita-cita. Masa kecilku bersama tok dan wan, tapi itu bukanlah alasan untuk aku tidak merasa kasih ibu dan ayah. Aku miliki segalanya, dalam limpahan kasih sayang mereka. Ibu melihat anak-anaknya pergi jauh menuntut ilmu, sedihnya terasa lagi apabila Faiz ke Sekolah Alam Shah. Mungkin sudah penat ditinggalkan, dia mahu Adik Murni belajar saja di Langkawi. Kehilangan baby Alia sebenarnya masih berbekas di hati ibu, dan aku tetap melihat kesedihan itu dalam renung matanya.

Aku bukan anak terbaik, yang sebetulnya tidak layak menjadi penginap rahimnya selam 9 bulan. Aku degil sungguh, memilih untuk hidup dengan cara sendiri. Tapi aku hanya mahu dia tahu, di hati aku dialah manusia paling mulia yang pernah singgah dalam catatan usia ini.


Aku ingin kau tahu bahawa aku sayang padamu, maaf bila tidak seperti cara orang lain mengungkapkan, dengan peluk dan cium. Aku menyayangimu dalam tangisku ditengah malam yang sepi, dalam setiap kegagalan yang menimpaku, dan dalam setiap sikap kasarku yang menerbitkan penyesalan yang dalam.

Aku tenteram, melihat kau sejahtera.

Itu manja.

"Bangunlah,tadi cakap suruh kejutkan"
mamai.
"Dah lama ni, tak bangun lagi"
mamai.
"Tadi ingatkan dah bangun, boleh bangun sebenarnya kan"
mamai.
"Manja"

Automatis, terjaga.

Manja tu mengada-ngada.
"Dia ni suka tau, kita sakit hati"
(Heartless macam ni pon cakap manja, dia yang mamai)

Tapi, ada orang buatkan breakfast.
Settle.


Duvet tu yang salah (defensive mode).

Nasihat untuk hari ini:
Orang perempuan ni, kalau dia gurau takpe. Kalau dia yang kena, tak boleh. Bukan mengada-ngada, tapi...nak buat camne kan.

Houseboat [Kerala trip]

Vembanad Kayal is the largest of the lakes in Kerala, covering an area of 200 km², and bordered by Alappuzha (Alleppey), Kottayam, and Ernakulam districts. The port of Kochi (Cochin) is located at the lake's outlet to the Arabian Sea. Alleppey, "Venice of the East", has a large network of canals that meander through the town. Vembanad is India’s longest lake.

The houseboats in Kerala are huge, slow-moving, exotic barges used for leisure trips.






Keralan Rice Boats are a reworked model of Kettuvallams (in the Malayalam language, Kettu means "tied with ropes", and vallam means "boat"), which, in earlier times, were used to carry rice and spices from Kuttanad to the Kochi port. Kerala houseboats were considered a convenient means of transportation. They have thatched roof covers over wooden hulls.

Boats in a variety of shapes and sizes have traditionally been the main means of transport of men and materials in the Kerala Backwaters since olden days. In particular, the house boats were used to ship rice and spices and other goods between Kuttanad and the Cochin port. It was a three-day affair in those days. A standard house boat, which could be about 100 feet long, can hold up to 30 tons, and that is as much as three big lorries can.

For the royalty these boats even became comfortable living quarters. It was the important mode of transportation in coastal Kerala just because of its accessibility to the most remote areas.

It took the vision and enterpreneurship of a couple of enterprising young men to refurbish one of these leviathans, hoisting on to it a wooden super-structure incorporating a huge bed room, a toilet, a kitchenette and an open balcony. The ancient houseboat with a modernized interior became a hot favourite with tourists.

As the houseboats glide over the Kerala backwaters at a leisurely pace, the sights are new, the sounds are new, and every sensation is new every passing moment. A cruise along the mirror-still lagoons, picture-book lakeside, palm-fringed canals and shimmering rivulets of `God's Own Country' is the most enchanting holidaying experience in the country. With a cruise along the palm-fringed waterways turning to be part and parcel of holidayers' itinerary, the traditional kettuvallam has emerged as the mascot of Kerala Tourism

A houseboat is about 60 to 70 feet (about 18 to 21 meters) long and about 15 feet (about 5 m) wide at the middle. The hull which is made of hundreds of fine but heavy-duty planks of jack-wood is held together absolutely by coir knots (not a single nail is used). This framework is then coated with a caustic black resin extracted from boiled cashew kernels. And it lasts for generations. The roof is made of bamboo poles and palm leaves. The exterior of the boat is painted with protective coats of cashew nut oil.


The kettuvallam is motorised and is steered in deep waters by means of oars or a rudder. Long bamboo poles or 'punts' are used to propel in shadow areas. The crew of a kettuvallam comprises two oarsmen and a cook or chef. Fresh food, cooked in inimitable Kuttanadan style is the rage of the international tourists.

Basically the kettuvallam was originally designed to transport cargo and as such many design changes had to be made to make it a tourist vehicle. The height of the roof was increased to get sufficient headroom. A plank was laid all through the length to reduce the disadvantages of the curved shape of the hull for walking and comfortable seating. Windows and other openings were provided for light, airflow and view. The entrance is provided in the centre of the linear axis with a top hung panel.

More than 400 kettuvallams ply the backwaters. Alappuzha is the citadel of house boats. There are some 120 of them, well maintained and perfected as luxury liners there. The house boats have all the creature comforts of a good hotel: well-furnished bedrooms, modern hygienic toilets, cosy living rooms, a beautiful kitchen and in some cases even a balcony for angling.

[last year] Kerala trip.

ini untuk kozac.

definitely maybe

In the autorickshaw (on our way back from Mavericks) this morning, I seriously asked my friend about how to manage my account balance which seems discouraging lately. He gave good advice which I definitely will follow.

What triggers me to ask him is for the fact that starting from 2010, all doctors graduating from oversea will have to undergo a special examination before they're able to start their intership in the government hospital; regardless of where he/she graduated from and regardless who sponsored them. Even JPA/MARA sponsored students have to sit for the exam. For the time being, this special exam is for those who graduated from unrecognized universities. The exam is technically made to fail the newly grad doctors. This is said by few doctors who advice me to be careful. You need to be extra good in your subjects to pass all those misleading options in the exam paper. And mind you, I will graduate in 2012 and definitely a candidate for the exam. If I fail in the exam, I have to go for special training at the local hospital/university for 6 months and I won't get the doctor's salary, just rm500 monthly allowance. Then, after 6 month, I have to re-sit the exam. For that period, I will be penniless (if I keep on wasting my money for unnecessary things). How can I survive with that, though failure should not be in mind but we need to think for the worst.

Other than that, apparently in government hospital the nurses earn as much as doctors do. I am not joking!. If you're a nurse with a degree, you will be starting with the U41 grade (the same as newly grad doctors). So, in short; my salary is as much as a nurse salary (but actually, the nurse earns more). Nurses' critical allowance is 5% more than the doctors' critical allowance. If you want to earn good money in government sector, choosing medical profession isn't the best choice. And mind you, I compulsarily need to serve for 3 years in government hospital (as stated in the agreement with MARA). I am surely a poor intern in my initial carrier. It will be a gruelling start for everyone (including me), but surely it'll pass by. For money alone, don't be a doctor but I definitely don't want to be monetary dependance on my family. Obviously I'll avoid asking my parents to support me financially.

I need to start working really hard in my studies
and have a good saving.


mahu jadi army doctor seperti dia.

[my] scrambled eggs

8 large eggs or 7 extra large eggs
1/2 cup whole milk
1 tsp. dried oregano, crushed in palm
2 tsp. garlic powder
1-2 pinches red chili flakes
3 tb. unsalted butter
2 big pinches salt
1/2 cup gratted cheddar cheese
2 tsp. chives, chopped
black pepper

1.Take the butter out of the fridge to allow it to soften.
2.Crack eggs into a large mixing bowl and begin whisking them. Add milk, salt, pepper, garlic powder, dried oregano, and chili flakes and whisk until everything is thoroughly mixed. Add most of the cheese (reserve a small palmful) and gently mix the eggs until the cheese is well distributed.
3.Heat a frying pan over medium heat and add the butter to the pan. After about 5 minutes all the butter should be melted and slightly foamy and the pan should be ready. Test the heat by dribbling a droplet of the egg mixture into the pan. The egg should turn opaque upon contact and cook in literally 2 seconds.
4.Lower the heat to a medium-low heat. Pour the egg-cheese mixture into the pan and immediately begin stirring the eggs in the pan in a circular motion. Make sure, as you stir, that you stir up any egg that cooks and sticks on the sides or on the bottom of the pan. Keep everything moving slowly, gently, and steadily.
5.After about 4 minutes (the cooking process is very, very quick), the eggs should look just a smidgen under cooked. At this point, turn off the heat, but continue stirring. The eggs will continue to cook some more.
6.Sprinkle the rest of the cheese on top of the eggs. Garnish with the chives.

p/s pagi lagi (dah lah sejuk) kita masak tapi orang yang beriya nak makan tak nak bangun, lain kali masak sendiri.

show that we care.

Juan Mann and his random acts of kindness



India



dan Malaysia



Selama ini aku ragu tentang nilai suatu pekerjaan. Namun kini aku mulai belajar, bahawa pokok akan sentiasa berbunga di musim semi, berbuah di musim panas, menggugurkan daun-daunnya di musim gugur untuk akhirnya benar-benar telanjang di musim sejuk, tanpa merasa diri paling mulia ataupun hina.

[Kahlil Gibran]

Hari ni sepanjang hari tak ada kelas.Pagi tadi aku habiskan 2 jam di Mavericks, gara-gara terasa diri semakin membulat. Masa di Mavericks tu bukan hanya untuk membuang lemak di badan saja sebab hari ni aku belajar sesuatu. Aku perasan satu iklan yang ditayangkan di tv sudut kiri barisan treadmill pasal free hug campaigns kat Delhi. Menarik.

Falsafah di sebalik gesture tu sangat mudah tetapi penuh makna. Menjadikan sebuah pelukan sebagai terapi untuk mengembalikan sesuatu yang kita hilang dalam kehidupan, menunjukkan dalam kesibukan dunia masih ada yang peduli. Dalam ilmu paeditrics, sentuhan seorang ibu mampu merangsang pertumbuhan kanak-kanak dan meningkatkan daya fikir anak tersebut. Seorang anak yang sentiasa menerima pelukan semasa membesar akan lebih menghargai kehidupan dan menjadi dewasa dengan lebih produktif. Orang dewasa juga perlukan pelukan. Pelukan seorang suami terhadap isterinya mampu membuang jauh kepenatan bekerja, pulang pula memasak untuk keluarga, mengemas dan menyediakan keperluan suami. Dengan hanya sebuah pelukan, kebahagiaan yang dirasa akan disalurkan kembali kepada suami. Maka, pasangan akan saling menyokong kerjaya sesama sendiri. Sekaligus membina sebuah keluarga yang lebih harmoni. Hanya dengan sebuah pelukan.

Tadi aku ke rumah Fadhliah, mahu solat Maghrib berjemaah. Hari ini sejuk sungguh, penat. Tak bersemangat nak menghabiskan Pathology yang terasa banyak pula. Tapi, selepas bersalaman dan berpelukan sesama muslimah terasa dekat dengan kawan-kawan dan adik-adik. Entah bagaimana, balik ke bilik macam-macam dapat disudahkan. Patutlah digalakkan solat berjemaah kan. Sentuhan melalui salam dan pelukan benar-benar dapat mengubah hari kita.

Mungkin free hugs campaign tu kita boleh teruskan di Bangalore pula. Kita modifylah, yang perempuan peluklah perempuan dan begitu sebaliknya. Takut kaum berlainan jenis tu terlebih semangat pula nak turut serta kan (gelak lagi). Pelukan secara random tu mendekatkan kita, membuang perbezaan bangsa, agama dan status sosial. Kita menjadi setaraf. Bukankah di mata tuhan kita juga sama, kecuali amal yang kita lakukan (ini Nik Zihana cakap).

Berfikir-fikir.

entahlah.

Susah sungguh nak puaskan hati semua orang.
Aku manusia biasa, yang juga ada hati dan
perasaan.

my Sunday

I realized that I have a soft spot towards people's kindness. My mood changes upon receiving others' thoughts which indicates their concern. Be it a bouquet of flowers from a good friend of mine, a friendship card from anonymous, a wake-up call from mrGM or just a quick hi from a friend through YM. Even a humble thank you from Kubera delivery boy can lighten my day. I am an emotional plain Jane who get distracted easily with rudeness and never failed to notice kindness. So people, if you accidentally (or intentionally) hurt my feeling, a sincere sorry will mend my shattered trust towards you. I don't need a fancy apology card. I am quite disturbed this evening but upon receiving Farid's parcel of food after Isya' really cheer me up. I am touched by his thought.


Tok Rafeah with kaklong Suhana (ayahlong's daughter).

This evening (while messaging via yahoomessenger), my kaklong told me about my tok(s). Both my paternal and maternal tok are not in their good health. This morning, ayah received a call from Yan informing Tok Rafeah has got stroke attack,paralyzing her lower limbs. Ayah and ibu rushed boarding the ferry, in fear of something bad could occur. Alhamdulillah, Tok Rafeah is still able to manage herself and I am assured on hearing her cheerful voice when I called her just now. It's a relief. Adik Murni informed me the family doctor has visited our house after Maghrib to see Tok Chah. He cleaned the ulcer on her buttock and gave creams. Tok Chah is bedridden since a year back. She is too old to walk, with fragile joints and limbs it becomes so painful to even lift up her legs. Years back, I used to get her on the wheelchair and strolled her around the house for fresh air. Now, she is confined to her bed, rejecting kaklong's intention of doing the same. Adik Murni said the ulcer was quite big and she knew tok cried silently in her heart though she seemed emotionless when the doctor applied the creams. She is a strong woman. The same woman who taught me about good things in life, the same woman who fed me with her hand, the same woman who never failed to recall her Ni-hon days while braiding my ponytails and the same woman who reminded me about the beauty of An-Nisa. The same woman is now very weak, waiting for the God's call at the brim of her life. I wanted to be near my dear ones but ayah said I better focused on my coming exam, rather than going back home to see them. He will take care of all that.


All seemed well pleased; all seemed, but were not all. I knew that.

Cinta bunga?

Used for their pooja.
I love the color, enchanting sungguh.
A great combination of colors.

Hampir 2 tahun di Bangalore ni, antara perkara yang aku suka selain cuacanya adalah bunga-bungaan segar yang boleh didapati di merata-rata tempat. Aku boleh dapat bunga dengan harga yang cukup murah. Sekuntum rose rs5 (rm0.45), kalau nasib baik dibeli daripada florist tetap,rs3 (rs0.25) saja.
The aunt enjoying her chai.
Very cheap.
Assorted roses.
I want it all.

Ada orang bagi bunga hari ni.

Macam-macam

Pernah terjadi tak, kita rancang sesuatu tapi tak berhasil sepertimana kita mahu. Dah betul-betul plan dengan teliti, yang secara logiknya tak patut gagal. Tapi gagal juga nak capai apa kita mahu. Seolah-olah ada 'sesuatu' sedang cuba bermain-main dengan kita. Mahu menguji di mana tahap kita merancang sedangkan Dialah yang memberi jalan untuk langsai atau tidak.

Pagi tadi, tak macam pagi sabtu lain. Sebabnya tak payah haru-biru mengejar bas yang 7.30am lagi dah ke Baptist Hospital. Tak ada clinical posting sampai januari. Syukur? Mestilah kan, dapat 'bermanja-manja' di rumah menikmati erti luang. Duvet tu masih lagi nikmat tapi tak boleh tidur lepas subuh. Seronok pula baca Microbiology yang dah lama tak bersentuh tu. Sibuk. Entah apa yang disibukkan, dunia je kan?


Aidiladha lepas aku buat korban untuk tok. Satu bahagian cost me just rs1050, lebih kurang rm95. Murah sangat. communication breakdown. Aku cakap dengan Hanafi nak 1kg daging, yang lain-lain tu sedekahkan. Alih-alih orang hantar bukan 1kg tapi 4kg daging. Tak tahu nak bagi siapa, ramai kawan-kawan buat korban jadinya masing-masing terlebih pula daging. Nak bagi jiran, menempah maut sebab semua jiran aku strict vegetarian yang sah-sah bencikan manusia yang sedap meratah lembu tuhan mereka tu.

Dengan niat (suci), aku terfikirlah nak masakkan untuk kawan-kawan. Poknik dah sukarela nak bawa daging tu ke pasar suruh butcher tolong mince semua daging tu. mrGM nak makan begedel, Poknik nak triffle, Awien pula layan je semua. Lagipon nak hantar sikit untuk Ezza dan Alia yang titipkan kami beaf BBQ and mashed potatoes semalam. mrGM dan poknik sama-sama ke pasar tapi sampai je machine tu rosak (itu kisah semalam). Hari ni mrGM dan poknik dengan cemerlang merempit ke pasar lagi sebab butcher tu cakap machine tu confirm dah jalan hari ni. Aku pon dengan yakin siapkan semua barang-barang nak masak. Lama pula jejaka-jejaka tu pergi, aku call mrGM. Memang machine tu dah ok tapi tiba-tiba elektrik tak ada. Esok 8pm baru Yeshwanthpur Market tu dapat electric supply. Terpaksa cari jalan lain sebab dah siapkan semua bahan nak masak takkan nak biarkan sayur-sayuran dah potong tu sampai malam esok. Alih-alih diorang cari kheema(minced) chicken. Siap juga spaghetti, begedel dan triffle untuk diorang tapi tak dapat merasa daging korban. Itulah kan, kita dah plan dengan yakin tak jalan juga.


Chicken spaghetti

Terima kasih Farid Nazmi yang susah-payah datang malamnya dengan mee hailam dan nasi minyak (tapi bukan dia yang masak). Bosan makan masakan sendiri, food orang memang nikmat.


p/s I gained 0.6kg on Hari Raya Haji. Thank goodness Raya is not every day.

Nonsense [no-sense-at-all].

Satu: Kalau kamu kawan baik saya, kawan-kawan kamu akan jadi kawan-kawan saya tak?
Dua : Tak semestinya.

Satu: Kalau saya girlfriend kamu, kawan-kawan saya akan jadi kawan-kawan kamu tak?
Dua : (after a long pause) erm..tak semestinya.

Satu: Kalau kamu husband saya, musuh kamu akan jadi musuh saya tak?
Dua : (without hesitation) ye lah!


Abaikan.

bakrid in Bangalore.

India.

I can't tell you exactly what enchants me about the country. Perhaps it is that there is so much about it that to me is unknown. Certainly, I've always been drawn to the colour, the music, the food and the overwhelming history that the country holds. In some way, I hope that living abroad, looking at the stars from a different angle, will help me on my journey. And after living for 2 years here I started liking Bangalore, a crowded city with broken sidewalks and neverending traffic. It's difficult to give a proper impression of this place. It's a cacophony of noise, a blend of smells, and so many new experiences as medical student that I'm exhausted by the end of the day. I celebrated my third Bakrid here on Tuesday (Mangaloreans celebrated on Monday), and it worth sharing with others.

In Bangalore as in other parts of Karnataka, this day dawns with the resounding of Thakbir (Allahu Akbar), the declaration that God is great. We wake up with the spirit of sacrifice and festivity. Most of the students dress themselves in their best attire and reciting the Thakbir, proceed to the praying site which is the college old library set apart for Bakrid prayers. The whole atmosphere is filled with the resonance of "Allahu-Akbar". The Assembly then prepares for the congregational prayer led by Mustaqim, the 3rd semester student . After the ceremonial Id prayer, the representative addresses the devotees, exhorting us to be conscious of our duties to God and follow the example of Abraham. It's a very exciting celebration, with about 130 new students joining us this semester.

After that, we gathered in the lecture hall to hear a talk by invited speakers, Brother Shariff Omar and Brother Ghauraf Ahmed . Brother Ghauraf Ahmed was a revert, he was a Hindu before embracing shahadah. Both of them were thorough with Islam and they gave their views about how to apply the religion in our life. They also discussed about terrorism, answering the question from audience who wanted to know their opinion about current Mumbai attack. Enough of religious talk, we later presented with few nasyeed songs from a group of students. It's quite entertaining and most of us have a good time listening to doctors-to-be singing their heart loud with melodious nasyeed composed by Shah Izrul, a first year student who lead the group. The ceremony ended with us savoring ourself with scrumptious meal from the FoodBay (but many were not satisfied with the quantity in each serving). Makan banyaklah you people!

This Bakrid many of us did our korban, which cost just rs1050 for one part of cow. 90 cows were slaughtered and the meats were distributed to poor people. We did received a small portion of it (which means weeks of eating beef for dinner [I still have my portion in the refrigerator till date]).


The emcee in black.



Brother Shariff Omar.



Most eligible bachelors in tunes (kidding!)

...and let the pictures speak.
























as written here.

[Dec 9,2008]

Akhirnya.

After years, I have totally dismissed the feelings.
Selamat kembali lin.

[clinical] class party.

In one year,we saw the same faces during ward rounds, case taking and survived all the bullet-speed questions from the consultants together. Never gave up, we failed the end-posting exam sometimes, we passed with flying colors (not many times), we invented our own style of examining illiterate patient-who-can't-even-understand-a-single-English-word, we fought (girls always did, oh emotional creatures they are![me?]) but after all that...we love each others. Sincerely.

Yesterday after Maghrib (when Malaysians back home rushed to finish the Eid-ul-Adha preparation), we gathered at the Block B rooftop to have a makan-makan indicating the last gathering before new year. We will not be having our clinical posting till January. A humble makan-makan (not that humble if we count the calories from seafood BBQ, mashed potatoes, Seti's nasi goreng and other delicacies prepared by girls in our team (yes, they're superb cooks!). The newly-wed Ija came with her husband, together with kuah kacang. Who said female doctors are only good in treating the tongue-twisting-disease name? We can put Jamie Olliver into shame tau looking at the brilliant presentation of the potluck (rasa sedap juga, harap maklum). We selected the venue after considering other tenants who are not keen to allow students having party in the apartment. It was dark, though the full moon reflected a romantic shade but who care, we enjoyed teasing each others [plus the scrumptious food].

Teammates.
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