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HELLO WORLD, LONG TIME NO SEE!

2010-11-27T11:27:00.002Z

Hello people,

I know its been a while, right? Well, to be honest, I have tried on writing down , no scratch that, i have tried THINKING on what to write, but somehow, it, erm, stopped right there.

Anyhow, I am so utterly excited and euphoric today, that I have to pen this feeling down.

Today, this evening, this VERY evening, I will be doing voluntary work for St John’s Ambulance at Millenium Stadium, Wales for a Rugby Match : ALL BLACK vs WALES!! This might not be something to most of you out there, but it is BIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, MEGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, MAJORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR event in wales!!!

Oh, and just so you know, I wont be dealing with the players. I’ll be helping out the doctors attending 70,000 spectators in the stadium. There will definitely be blood, injury, fights. It will be like a real A&E, man!!

Anyway, in case you forget which one is All Black, here they are ;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdMCAV6Yd0Y

seriously, i dont know why its not coming up. ok babai!

p/s : its snowing quite heavily down here as well ^^

Nobody

2010-04-28T18:17:00.003+01:00

Yeah i know, its been a while, right? Anyway, i have an exam coming up. Its the first part of my final exam to qualify me as a doctor. Woot woooooooottt!

Anyhow, dont ask me what actually came over us . Dancing Nobody Nobody?! But it was a hell lot of fun! Put a normal human being in medical school, and torture her with exam, thats what you get. DANG!

Oh and anyway, right after exam, im going straight to Greece with a couple of friends (2 boys and 2 girls) I cant waittt. Then, will be meeting up my family (abah, mama and Suzie) in Ireland for Abenjek's graduation. Then, will be going to Switzerland, Germany and Austria with them. Sounds awesome? You bet! So please, be my guest, ENVY ME NOW! LOL

Till then people, I wish you all the happiness in the world. Muaks!

For My Only Younger Sister, Suzie. I am so proud of you, honey~!

2010-03-11T21:08:00.002Z

Assalamualaikum,

First and for all, this is not a post to brag. But rather, a post from a sister who is really touched and proud of her only younger sister’s achievement.

Since the first day I could remember Suzie entering secondary school, Suzie had been in the limelight. You see, having siblings who had fairly good SPM results (alhamdulillah), it was a no brainer that Suzie was pressured to score in her every examination. What more when you were in the same school where your three sisters were gold medallists for their year.

We all became prefects, Suzie had to become one too. We all represented school in this and that, Suzie had to represent school in this and that. Most of the time, she got her fair chance, although some of the time, lady luck wasn’t on her side.

Crying silently she might have been, but Suzie preservered. She worked hard. If there is always a tomorrow, there is always the chance to get things right again. I know exactly how she felt. Of course, I was in the same boat as she was 6 years ago. Imagine how would you feel if the same teacher who taught your sister said you were not as bright as she was? I cried. I know Suzie cried too.

Nonetheless, the crying was afterall a blessing in disguise, to shed away the miseries and wash your eyes, so you’d have a clearer vision of life. And, most of all,to have Abah and Mama who always picked her up when she hit the bottom rock, was more than anything that she could have asked for. Two loving parents who kept on saying, don’t worry, just do the best that you can, Allah will grant you success. Suzie was definitely lucky. WE ALL WERE LUCKY.

All of our hard work and prayers that we put to help each other’s pass any examination was just..unbelievable magical. We helped each other the best that we could whenever somebody was sitting for one. I sacrifised my three summer holidays to help her. My siblings helped me when I had mine. Ya Allah, thank you very much for granting me such a beautiful family.

And so, finally this time, Suzie proved what she is always capable of doing; TO SHINE LIKE A STAR;

“SUZIE, CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING 11 A+ & 2A1. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR MAKING ME A VERY PROUD SISTER. I LOVE YOU”

p/s : Fourth gold-medallist from the Sultan in the family. But the first to be the best in Kota Setar. Thank you very much Abah and Mama. We never could have done it without both of you. Never lift a finger on us, always smile and support us however bad life can be. Thank you ALLAH for giving them as our parents! We couldnt have asked for better ones ;)

p/s : Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah. Sorry, I just can stop myself from saying this magic word. Alhamdulillah…aaaaaa seeeee??

Encounter

2010-02-23T23:16:00.000Z

I was coming back from a grocery shopping with a friend,S. As I pulled my trolley bag alongside him, out of nowhere, we were stopped by a random guy.

Guy : Akum brother. Is that the way to City Road?

S : Wsalam. Yes.

Guy : Are you two married, brother?

* S and I shook our heads*

Guy : Are you two muslims?

*Nodded*

Guy : Then, HARAM you know, HARAM!! Man and woman talking, not muhrim, HARAMM!!!

What in the world is this? Clearly, I was in shock! On come one, it wasn’t like I was holding his hands or anything! We were just walking back together and chatting, that’s all.

Guy : Man woman cannot talk if not married! YOU (pointing towards me), YOU WOMAN SHOULD STAY AT HOME. Cannot go out!

*Wuhatt??*

Guy : Allah said in the Quran, if you not follow rules, you in danger!! YOU KNOW WHAT DANGER IS??

S : Yes..ok brother, i have to go now.

Guy : *wasn’t listening* You see that traffic light? See the red traffic light? SEE??

* S clearly implied he wanted to leave*

Guy : What happen if you cross the road when it’s red??! That’s DANGER!! That’s what happen if you not follow Allah’s rules!! YOU ARE IN DANGER!!! HARAM HARAM!!

* Buang tebiat betul dia ni, S just said no right after that and we just left, leaving him dumbfounded. Padan muka*

Oh come on la, we know our limits. Its not like we’ve never learnt any rules in Islam. Plus, I don’t think there’s anything wrong talking to a boy.

AND I SHOULD STAY AT HOME? Just because I am not a man, I should stay at home, cook, take care of kids and not go out? Haih, no wonder outsiders see Islam as extremist.

If only this guy would have come to the hospital I am based right now, Im sure he’ll be shocked by the number of female Muslim doctors working here. One of my consultants and two registrars I am attached to are Muslims. And mind you, they are super nice. They even voluntarily show me where to pray. One even went all the way to hand me a surgical cap to cover my hair during theatre. Baik kan?

Hopefully, just hopefully, we have more of these Muslims, so that non Muslims actually know how beautiful our religion really is.

Wishful Thinking

2010-02-22T23:12:00.002Z

(NOTE : This is a serious post)

Askum people,

I don’t know whether this growing feeling inside me is normal.

Sometimes, I am sceptical of my own capabilities.

You see, if everything goes well, its not that long before I finally graduate as a doctor. It seems since 4th year, my mind cant stop from popping up endless questions ; where should I work? Here or Malaysia? KL or Alor Setar? How’s the environment like? Am I strong enough to face the verbal abuse? Am I persevere enough to face the heavy workload?

Can I take good histories from patients and present them in a precise manner? Will I pick up important signs when examining the patients? Am I competent enough to resuscitate dying patients? I don’t know, even to the smallest, minute thing ; taking blood and putting a canulla – am I good enough to perform these two simple things skillfuly?

In a nutshell, easy said, will I be a good houseman?

Studying medicine now is different. Well, at least to me, it is . Before this; 1st-3rd year, I used to study just to pass exam. Anything’s not related to exam, wont be bothered unless I have spare time to kill. But now, whenever I read up books and come across something which I am 100% sure wont turn up on exam papers, instead of flipping to the next page, I keep myself glued to it. Because if I don’t, I have this guilty feeling; well, what if somebody comes up with this when I work in the future? And plus, it never is a waste to gain knowledge right? So, what normally takes me only 2 hours to cover a particular topic can now be extended up to 4-5 hours. Long hours? Yes, I know.

I don’t know, maybe I am complicating things that are supposed to be easy in the first place. But at least, i believe I am doing the right thing. And plus, since I enjoy reading medical stuffs, whats the point of suppressing it then?

Oh well..

Anyway, Abah once told me;

“Na, there are two types of doctors. One that is happy but still worries about his patients. The other one, always happy but never worries. If you are the first one, rest assured, you are on the right track. Because if you don’t worry about your patients; either you are ignorant or you don’t have enough knowledge.”

Hurm, if my siblings nail their job as housemen, I believe there is no reason why shouldn’t I, right? And plus, as a reminder to myself, there is always a first time, Na ;)

Ok, its close to 11 pm and I am still in the library, alone. Kena pecut ni balik bilek. Till then, adios!

Busy 4th year (+_+)

2010-02-17T10:43:00.000Z

Hello people,

Life has been quite horrendously busy lately. Finished an intense 5-week placement of Paediatrics (Child Health). It was super busy, but I loved it to bits. It was a shame, as it ended so quickly before you even realised it. Kids were awesome, super honest, funny, super honest and ohmahgad forgot to say, very very cute! Oh did I mention super honest twice? Well, indeed they are! VERY MUCH, mind you!

There was this one boy, about 4-years old. As I was playing (assessing his developmental milestone), I asked him to draw a picture of me. And so, he drew. He drew and drew happily. Then, handed me the piece of paper with a picture on it. A 4-year-old could certainly draw a face, but heck, the picture I was looking, very much portrayed a hairy monster. So, I asked him;

Me : Ohhh! Is that me?

Kid : Yeaa!

Me : But why do I have lots of hair?

Kid : You are a squirrel.

Me : Ohhh! Am I a squirrel?

Kid : Yeaaa! You are a squirrel under a tree. I want to draw a tree for you!! A tree! A TREEEEEEEEE!!!WeeeeEEEeeeeEEEE!!!

Me :……………………

At first, I found it quite cute. You know, like one of those cartoon characters of a squirrel with a scarf on. Then, as I looked closely to the picture…the squirrel looked very much…JONGANG!!! Ok, I know Im a bit exaggerating here, but screw it..i rushed to the toilet straight away and assessed any malposition of my teeth. HAHAHA ok turned out, it IS NORMAL! Senget punye budak nyuhuhuhu. So I guess, anything coming out from a kid’s mouth, although they are honest, telan sajalah labu..

And oh yeah, saya tidak hairy okeh. (T_T)

And anyway, paeds placement finished by a 4-station OSCE (practical exam in front consultants) which turned out, alhamdulillah well. I did diagnose VSD and estimate age correctly. Well, I did my very best, and now its up to me, to pray for Him to pass me ;)

Ok people, I need to pen-off. Currently, am doing labour week in west wales, and will be internet-less for 5 weeks. Anytime you catch me on YM or MSN, would be the time I sneak into the doctor’s mess and play the computer like what I am doing right now heheheheheheh.

Till then, bye!

p/s : Am praying very hard to see lots of labour today. And AM HOPING TO DELIVER ONE please please pretty pleaseee.

p/s : Oh oh oh I have a bleep with me yeay!

Istanbul - 2nd day!

2010-01-02T17:47:00.032Z

Mama, as I have promised you, okie here goes ;

2ND Day of Istanbul

Breakfast - Menu tak berguna pun, makanan free

Breakfast dengan telur rebus yang kena kopek sendiri kulit ceh.

Gambar takda motif 1

Still tiada motif.

Memang lari sungguh burung Fara halau.

Gambar tiada motif 3.

Iklan Nur Kasih.

Gambar tiada motif 4

Ketua mengumpat di tengah.

Ketua mengumpat dingumpat balik. Moral : Jangan mengumpat. Bedosa okei?

Jumpa A lot of Msians over there.

Blue Mosque - Masjid Sultanahmet dated hundred of years back.

Inside Hagia Sophia ; church turned mosque turned museum.

Yup, everything is gold tinted.

Tingkap mana tah. Main cekup ja amek gambar.

the 4 stooges from behind. Facing blue mosque.

Inside blue mosque.

Kalau tadi inside, skrg? Outside blue mosque! Yeay pandai! (=_=)'

Roti yang cam keras gila cam batu.

Basilica Cistern - Underground tangki air. Sgt lawa.

Abah and Mama, ni la teko aladdin yang Na beli satu. (^_^)

Grand Bazaar - with up to 4200 shops, we only managed to cover only quarter of it. Dah nak tercabut dah tulang lutut.

Blue mosque at night, dont ask me why it wasnt blue in colour, i freaking dont know. Anyway, makan jagung bakar tepi jalan yang again, keras cam batu. Orang-orang turki tak takut jongang ka makan benda2 keras eh?

Lawa kan? Not me laa. The mosque. Sana banyak sangat masjid, jalan 2 3 tapak, sampai satu lagik masjid. Kalau azan, memang berebut abes sapa lagi kuat.

Ok tu ja for today. Ni kul 4 pagi ni, Na baru balik dari rumah kawan sambut birthday. Nasib die baik ati hantarkan tengah2 malam. School starts tomorrow tsk. Mama, Na nak kol umah esok ok? Muahs.

Istanbul - 1st day!

2010-01-02T01:06:00.024Z

Hello and askum people!

After 12 hours of travelling on air and land, I am finally back from Istanbul, Turkey!

Seriously, Istanbul was a blast~!! 4 days of trip with 3 cool people i.e Fara, Manje and Aiman definitely one not to forget. So last night, coming back home at 12 am, I jumped straight into bed, and slept for a good 12 hours!! Dont worry Mama, although groggily, I still woke up for Subuh LOL.

Anyway, Turkey memang sangat bes. The weather was amayhhhzing, not ice-cold like in Cardiff now. Why do you have to snow again Cardiff why why?? C’mon, its torturing enough to shiver non-stop, but now that its freaking cold like living in a freezer, its even more torturing to have muscle cramps 24-7! Tsk

Turkish people were a bit too over friendly, I think. It seemed like, wherever we went, we were asked the same Q again and again “ Are you Malaysian?”. We were flattered at first, felt like on top of the world, to know that other people actually KNEW our place. Well, not until, we caught the same Turkish guy who asked us the Q, asked the SAME QUESTION who clearly didn’t look like a Malaysian. Because….he errr..looked like someone…from….errr…Somalia…nyuhuhu.

But after a while, we got bored agreeing to the fact that we were Malaysians, that we decided to just lied and said we hailed from other places. Singapore? Indonesia? Filipina? India? Cambodia? Japan? Just name it, suma negara kitorang jadi.

So, there was this one time, as usual, a guy from a restaurant, asked us the Q. (Oh and anyway, Turkish speak very little of English)

Guy : Are you all from Malaysia?

Me : No, Indonesia.

The guy looked a bit skeptical, so he asked again..

Guy : Which part of Indonesia?

Me : *shitt, caught on the spot!* Jawa.

Guy : Jawa?? *still looked skeptical*

Me : Yes, I’m a Javanese * kahkahkahkah perasan*

Guy : Ok. * still looking very2 skeptical* Ok, how many population in Indonesia?

Me : *Omagadd, seriously I don’t know* Erm A LOT.

Guy : How many?

Me : 3 millions.

Guy : Huh?

Me : * Omagad serious Na tatau* Ok, MY place JAKARTA alone, has 1.5 millions. *Yes, my geography is sooo bad, I mixed up Jakarta and Jawa whatever*

Guy : Ok. Indonesia mix with what? Japan or China people?

Me : * Soalan apakah ini???????Manelaaa Na tau!* No No NO. WE have blood from Holland. You know Belanda? Belanda..Belanda!*Mampus tak layan tiba2 kuar bahasa Melayu*

Guy : Yes yes I think I know. * tipu gila gak mamat ni*. Ok, come come, eat at my restaurant!

Yezaaaaaaaa, I won! Gotcha!Hahaha Kaw-kaw punya kena tipooo!

Okla, I guess, I better stop rambling non stop. Mama, ill put up the pics you’ve asked me to. Since I was there for 4 days, so everyday from today, Na post gambar ikut hari ok?

Ohhh and before I forget, today when I called home, I talked to Abah. And of all the Questions he could ask me, he asked me this..(Note: ini soalan pertama yang keluar dari mulut ayah saye okei)

“ Haaa pi jalan. Simpan duit dak?”

“ Simpan duit? Awat Na nak simpan duit, Abah?”

“ Simpan duit kawen. KAWEN!”

*Na pengsan untuk setengah jam*

………….

LOL, ok people, ini pictures for the first day we were in Istanbul. It was in Taksim, Beyoglu(New City). Banyak tau gambar, so kalau tak larat, tgk laju2 ek?

Till then, muahs, byes!

p/s : Happy New Year. My new year resolution ; study harder, be a better muslimah, a good daughter, a great friend and a lesser PINK-er!

The hostel where we stayed in.

Dinner yang mencekik darah.

Yes, I put on weight (=_=)'

Fara's Chicken Shish

Aiman's Kebab Ape Ntah

Mine Iskandariah Kebab. Looked delicious? Tak pun huhu.

Manje's Chicken Steak. Sedappp!

Yes, even anjing pun pakai kot. How cute is that?

I ended up buying 2 scarves and 2 selendangs for both mama and sisters. None for me :'(

A friend said; I looked like a makcik. Tsk.

This tram dated back hundred of years..and it still operates now, but only for 1 Km.

Orang-orang turki kacak. Main dram tepi jalan pun kacak.Betul!

Main dam sambil minum turkish teh yang pekat teramat.

Three versus one. Ofkos I lost. ='(

Ok that's all for today. Mama, esok na post gambar second day plak ek? Luv and miss you always, byebye!

Happy Holiday!

2009-12-18T12:49:00.002Z

Assalamualaikum people!

Winter hols finally here. And macam budak medic tak sedar diri, im burning the whole 2-weeks of hols TRAVELLING!

This evening, Im flying to Dublin. And from there, this route entails;

Dublin – Sweden – Bristol – Turkey – London – Cardiff!!

Yes, Im not back in my own home sweet home of Cardiff until 1st of January 2010! So worry not, for if you are the people that I love, Ill bring you back souveniours okie?

And hospital rotation with kids starts on the 4th. Oh, have I told you, babies are soooooooooooo cute?? So gemuk cam belon. No seriously, sangat kimuk-kimuk sorang2. I saw this baby dalam ward round, baru 10 bulan camtu, tapi masa doktor nak examine dia, dia letak tangan belakang kepala dia sambil tido, gaya2 macam bos-bos kaya yang buncit dan sombong tengah rehat. HAHAHA comey gila.

But babies all look the same kan? Boys ke girls ke..sama ja kan? I was examining this baby’s CVR system. And of course, cooing at the same time. Such a good baby, tak nangis ape pun. So I’d say happily ;

“Ohhh, you are such a good baby GIRL!!”

Turned, baby tu baby BOY!! Ooopss! I wasnt so sure if the parents were insulted, but I did mumble sorry quietly under my breath LOL.

So till then people, I hope you’ll enjoy winter hols as much as I will. Salam Maal Hijrah.

Byes!

p/s : Wahai daun-daun kering, bertukarlah jadik duit please..

Of All The Things

2009-12-14T22:47:00.004Z

After 2 weeks of holidays cum lectures, I am back in hospital. And this time, I am doing PAEDS! Excited? You bet I am!

You see, Ive been looking forward for this rotation. A couple of my friends had their fair shares with kids before me, and seemed to be pouring only good words about them. I asked around to get myself all prepared and here’s the checklist I came up with ;

Important KEYS in PAEDS;

1) Wear colourful outfits . Dull clothes to be kept at the back of the wardrobe for a while – Ticked!

2) Be cheerful, depressed is not an option – Ticked!

3) Energetic , slow-poke is a definitely No-no – Ticked!

4) Get ‘the’ flower book ( apparently it’s a universal book all med students use for PAEDS) – Thanks Abenjek and ticked!!

So this morning, I woke up quite early. Showered, prayed, prepared my bag bla bla bladibla;

Kain sembahyang – Ticked!
Stethoscope – Ticked!
Name badge – Ticked!
Lipgloss – Ticked!
A pair of glasses – Ticked!
Notebook – Ticked!

Ok I was all set, ready to go. Good!

A friend suddenly called;

Friend : Aweeeeeeeeeen!!

Me : Hek..heek…heeekkkk….ee….ee..lloo

*Shits, do I not have any voice??!! OMG NO!!Literally NO voice coming out from my mouth!NO NIL NADA YILLEK!*

Friend : Aween? Aween? Who’s this? Is that you??!

*Demmittttt, of all things in the world, why do I have to lose my voice today??”

Me : I…i…dd..do..doonn..aann..any..vvoo..oo…ii..ce..eerkk

Friend : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH you sound like an OLD PARROT!!

Can you imagine this, can you can you??? I LITERALLY DON’T HAVE ANY VOICE WHATSOEVER RIGHT NOW ^&((&*^$%$##@! Im not exaggerating, not even the slightest bit. Betul sumpah *angkat tangan kanan macam ikrar* betul!!

Any single word coming out from my mouth today was a torturous struggle that my four other friends HAD to burst into laughter until the cried the whole day. You can imagine how embarrassed I was to introduce myself for the first time to the consultant this morning;

Consultant : Hi! Im Dr Barber. You are?

Me : Aa..ak..awe..aaak..akk..*silence*..akk..weeen.

Consultant : ??!!

Me : ............................

And it was even more depressing, when I tried to speak through the intercom to the nurses in the children’s ward. You see, the ward is not openly accessible to everybody, you need to go through the intercom-introducing-yourself-phase first.

And you know what happned??
I PRESSED ON THE INTERCOM, INTRODUCED MYSELF FOR GOD-KNOWS-HOW-MANY-TIMES BUT NO WORDS WHATSOEVER CAME OUT FROM MY MOUTH AND THE NURSE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT AND NOBODY OPENED THE DOOR FOR MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Waaa sedey ja tau sedey sedey sedey!!!!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa God please God, heal please this voice chord of mine. I want to start playing with kids, but I don’t want to scare them off with this witchy sound of voice. Sob sob

This is all swine flu jab’s fault! And apparently, it probably lasts for a good 2 weeks!! *pengsan*

OH TIDAK (=_____=)'

Im Yours

2009-12-11T09:21:00.002Z

This kiddo put me in stitches early this morning.

Such a cutie!

p/s : Good, now I don’t need my MILO to keep me awake in the morning, I have him ^^

Stethoscope

2009-12-10T00:00:00.003Z

You know a stethoscope has two parts; the bell and the diaphragm? The bell is the smaller one, and likewise, diaphragm is the bigger one in size. Both of these have latex attached to them, to ensure either the diaphragm or the bell adheres perfectly to human’s skin.Please note; without this latex, you wont be able to listen to anything.

Get it?

Anyway, just like hair gels to boys and lipsticks to girls, stethoscope to me is like a life-long companion. I have to bring it anywhere, because you never know, just in a split second, your consultant may ask you to listen to a heart murmur and diagnose it straight away.

Ok, most of the time, my stethoscope has been serving me quite good. Well, not until recently.

When I was doing my stint in Stroke Week, I was asked on numerous occasions to listen to heart murmurs. Weird thing was, I couldn’t listen to anything at all. To be confused which murmur was which, was a fairly normal thing for a student like me. But to not be able to listen to anything at all when I put my stethoscope on a patient’s chest was undeniably very strange, don’t you think? How could my stethoscope go dead on me, when I just bought it only a year ago?

It was even confusing, when sometimes; I could listen to the heart sounds but odd thing was, they were on and off. It was as if, they were playing peek-a-boo with me. One second, it sounded like..lub dub lub..then eerily quiet…then the next second, the sound came back again. Annoying? Tell me about it!

So, it’s been awhile this problem with my stethoscope bothering me. Every night, I listened to my heartbeat, and I freaking couldn’t hear anything. It was either I have too much earwax in the ear canals or my heart err….stops doing it’s work. I am pretty sure neither of these is the case here. I kept staring at it non-stop, inspecting from front to back, side to side but unfortunately failed to figure out the reason why it failed on me.

Until one day, I was clever enough to compare it to my friend, Hannah’s stethoscope. And here’s a reason why..

Ohh rupa-rupanya slama berbulan-bulan, telingaku mendengar melalui stethoscope yang tercabut plasticnya itu. Confirm laaaaaaa tak dengar ceh!

Thank God, I can only buy a spare part from MediSave, imagine buying a new stethoscope altogether! Terbang 60 pounds ku (=__=)’

p/s : I cant wait for Paeds! I cant wait! Cant wait!

p/s : Swine flu jab’s finally taken its toll on me. Currently having temperature. Mummmmmmy, I want more PCT!

You Think You Are Cute?Beat This!

2009-12-08T00:25:00.007Z

Yesterday ;

Na : Ciman, when I come to Bristol again, can I play doctor doctor with you?

Ciman : Yeaa

Na : Ciman, Im going home now. Going to school far faaaar away.

Ciman : You going to school today???

Na : Yeaa. My school is far faaar away.

Ciman : Why dont go to school here?

Na : I have to go to this school to become a doctor. You want to come with Tina and become a doctor tooo?

Ciman : No no no!

Na : Ceh

Ciman : OK! So loooooooooonnggg, cousin!*babai dgn penuh semangat*

Cet mcm kena halau sahaja diriku. Sampai ati Ciman, abis sepah, madu dibuang ye tsk (=____=)'

NEXT ROTATION : CHILD HEALTH!! WooT!!

p/s : I have so many funny stories to write, tapi slalu postpone nak type sampailah lupa (0_o)

Her Curvy Hips Make Her Smarter..Seriously?

2009-12-03T00:40:00.003Z

Smart women grow curvy hips! University of Pittsburg and University of California studied about 16,000 women and reported the following in 2007: curvy hips indicate smart women who will deliver intelligent children! Women should have fat in their hips, rather than their waist, because hip fat is usually high on omega-3 fatty acids (fat that develop the brain), while waist fat is high on omega-6 fats that do not develop the brain.

NOT FAIR! (T_T)

A Moment in Time

2009-11-30T21:39:00.005Z

I was browsing through some pictures when i came across these two videos. Although the evening was undeniably one to remember, i couldnt help myself from feeling sad.."Alahaiii...sedihnye we only have 1 and 1/2 years left together..."

='(

Keje skali dkt HKL nak? Pleasssseeeeeeeeeeeeeee *aween's trying very hard to bat her eyelashes up and down tink tink tinkkkk!! And failed miserably tsk*

p/s : In case you are still lost, from left sitting : sebah, aiman, manje, nik, adik nik's friend, adik nik. from left squatting : rus, me, nana, fara, ili. Not in the picture : ayub, salad, muks, daos, odah.

Lembu Masuk Syurga

2009-11-29T15:44:00.014Z

Sempena Hari Raya AidilAdha, saya ingin menulis dalam bahasa melayu baku. Walaupun bahasa inggeris saya hampagas kerana terlalu sikit vokeb yang saya tahu, tapi bahasa melayu saya lagilah menyedihkan.

Oleh itu kawan-kawan, bagaimana Raya Haji anda? Apakah tiada kaitan di situ ya.

Aniwei, ini raya haji saya; saya ke kuliah tentang stress dari pukul sembilan hingga pukul dua belas tengah hari. Walaupun muka pemberi kuliah itu seperti Barack Obama (ya, kami panggil beliau si putih Barack Obama), namun ia tidak mampu menghilangkan stress saya mendengar perihal stress selama tiga jam stret. Saya begitu stress, sehingga saya teringat semasa di dalam kuliah untuk membeli sabun pencuci baju.

Baju saya yang tambunannya makin lama makin tinggi itu, semuanya perlu dibasuh oleh tangan saya yang lemah gemalai lembut bak sutera ini aiceh. Jadi, saya pun bergerak ke koperasi belakang rumah bersama seorang kawan. Saya membeli banyak sungguh barang. Hilang terus stress saya. Sampai ke rumah, sebaik saya membuka kasut sambil menyidai sarung kaki comel saya berjalur merah jambu itu di atas pemanas rumah, saya teringat sesuatu; saya membeli sangat banyak benda kecuali…..SABUN CUCI BAJU! Waa saya rasa memang betul agaknya apabila seorang kawan orang putih saya mendiagnos saya mengidap Awal Nyanyuk ( translasi dairek : Early Onset Dementia).

Baiklah, kembali ke topik Raya Haji. Saya rindu semua raya di Malaysia. Raya aidilfitri? Raya Haji? Raya Cina? Raya Deepavali? Semua rayalah kesimpulannya, kecuali hantu raya. Dulu kecil-kecil, saya selalu ikut Abah pergi melihat lembu-lembu ditumbangkan dekat dengan klinik ayah. Dekat klinik ayah saya, ada Pusat Dakwah, banyak lembu ditumbangkan dekat situ dahulu. Jangan risau, ayah saya seperti saya; doktor manusia, bukan doktor haiwan. Oh bercakap tentang doktor haiwan, hari itu, saya bersembang dengan kawan-kawan saya; kalau pelajar perubatan manusia prektis OSCE perlu berlakon jadi manusia kan, bagaimana ya kalau pelajar perubatan haiwan? Agak-agak perlukah mereka berlakon menjadi lembu, monyet, bahkan katak sekalipun? Oh macam menarik! Suzie, sebagai satu-satunya adik yang Kekna sayangi (haha memandangkan Suzie sahaja adik Kekna), Kekna perintah Suzie jadi doktor haiwan. Jangan risau, hendak suruh berlakon jadi gorilla? Kak Ella ada. Orang Utan? Abenjek ada. Kucing yang comel miow miow miow? Kakakmu yang comel ini ada hehehehe.

Okei saya sudah jauh melalut. Kembali kepada kes lembu tumbang, dulu kecil-kecil, ada orang beritahu saya; kalau kita tengok lembu sembelih, jangan tengok mata dia, nanti dia akan bangun ligan kita. Bertahun-tahun jugalah saya melihat ke langit ataupun ke muka abah saya ataupun ke muka mana-mana lelaki hensem setiap kali pergi melihat upacara menumbangkan lembu. Setelah sekian lama, baru saya tahu, itu semua dongeng sahaja cit.

Kadang-kadang saya memang galibel, senang diperdaya orang. Macam dulu kecil-kecil juga, setiap kali saya ingin menukar baju, saya akan mendongak ke siling mencari cicak. Kalau ada cicak, saya tidak akan tukar baju sehinggalah cicak itu keluar. Hendak tahu kenapa? Jawapannya dari kawan saya:

Tahun : Zaman Kanak-kanak rebina

Kawan : Syazween..syazweeen…ampa tau dak…mak kami kata…tak boleh bukak baju dalam bilik kalau ada cicak?

Saya : Awat ?

Kawan : Ampa tau cicak suka buat bunyik “cutcutcutcutcut”tu kan? Tu maksudnya…depa kata…”ish ish ish ish budak ni..seksinya”

Perbualan di atas anda perlu baca kuat-kuat baru faham nyuhuhu.

Okei, saya pun tidak faham apa saya tulis ini. Saya rasa saya perlu membaca buku, tapi saya terlalu sejuk untuk mengeluarkan tangan untuk menulis dari selimut.Tetapi, taip blog dibenarkan kehkehkeh.

Dengan itu, bai bai.

p/s : Wah, saya rasa sangat hebat sekarang berjaya tulis bahasa melayu baku!hai faif!!(Mesti tidak faham apa itu hai faif kan? Kalau anda faham, anda masuk geng saya, anda kul, tidak lem)

p/s : Ini gambar saya ambil semasa potluck bersama-sama kawan-kawan asabiyah saya, budak-budak medik juga. Oh Kak Yin yang cantik, terima kasih resipi Ayam Sambal itu! Dan Kak Myra, laksam Kelantan Na haritu jadi terima kasih daun keladi juga~~

SAYA SAYANG SEMUA ORANG INI ^^

Funny

2009-11-24T23:15:00.004Z

(Courtesy of Nik for this)

These are from a book called Disorder in the American courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.

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ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats andReeboks.

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ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis,does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you giveus an example of something you forgot?

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ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan!

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ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.

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ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?

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ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty.

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ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Are you kidding me?

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ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh.... I was gettin laid!

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ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
WITNESS: Are you kidding me?Your Honour, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?

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ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
WITNESS: Now whose death do you suppose terminated it?

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ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?
WITNESS: Guess.

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ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

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ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. Would you like to rephrase that?

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ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.

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ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!

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ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh....are you qualified to ask that question?

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And the best for last:

ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

HAHAHA i still laugh whenever i read this.

Ok people, sleep tite (if you are in the UK time zone), nighty nights!

p/s : Kekwa(the one in baju belang2 mcm banduan penjara kekek) passed her final specialist Exam today! Alhamdulillah ^^

GUGU GAGGGGAA!!

2009-11-23T23:28:00.004Z

Akum people,

If you happen to come across a medical student’s blog before, you’ll definitely come across the term OSCE. It is basically to assess our examination skill i.e cardio, respi, abdo, neuro etc.

Come 4th year, the modules we are studying are more specialized than before. One of them is Pediatrics (Child Health). Only for Paeds, the OSCE is at the end of the 5 weeks placement. Other modules like my last Psychiatry will be assessed either in Feb or May.

As with all OSCEs, the best way to excel is to practice endlessly. One of us acts as a patient, one as a medical student who carries out the examination.

So, today, Fara wanted to practice her OSCE skill. Since Manja had to prepare for her study group tomorrow, that left me with no option, but to take out the responsibility to act out as Fara’s patient.

Ok fine, becoming a patient is not a big deal. Well..NOT UNTIL YOU HAD TO ACT LIKE A BABY WHEN YOUR PHYSIQUE IS THE SIZE OF A BIG ADULT!!!!!!

And when I said act like a baby, I SERIOUSLY MEAN act LIKE A BABY! 6 months? 1 year? 3 years? 18 months? Sume Na belakon! OMG sangat rasa terencat (=______=)’

There’s this particular station tomorrow to assess the child’s developmental milestone. So, the medical student has to play with the baby/toddler and assess her gross motor skill, fine motor skill, social skill etc and come up with a rough idea how old the little kid is.

So, as a practice, I had to act out randomly any age of a baby/toddler and Fara had to play with me, while she konon2 explain to an invisible examiner.

So, here is a list of thing I had to act out for a baby at the age of 6 month’s old ;

1) Sits up with support.
2) Enjoys standing and jumping.
3) Rolls over prone to supine
4) May show 'stranger shyness'.
5) Takes stuff to mouth.
6) Finds feet interesting
7) Double syllable sounds such as 'mama' and 'dada'.
8) Laughs in play.
9) Screams with annoyance.

Yes I know, OMAGAD. (=____________=)’

Anyway, Fara had to assess the gross motor skill, which at this age includes “Pulls self up to sit or stand;

Scene : Fara atas katil, Na kena merangkak2 tepi katil mcm budak kurang kasih sayang tsk.

Fara : Occayy!! Let’s try to put you on your feet!!! !* pura-pura happy-go-lucky utk main budak2 cet*

Na : Gugu Gagaaaa!! Mammaaa! Mammmmaa! *clap clap clap*

*Fara pegang tangan Na, and konon2 angkat mcm kita slalu buat tateh kat baby2 tu*

Na : Babbbbbaa!! Kakakaka! Bababbbbaaaaa!! Ngeeeeeeeeee heheheh *ni budak paling tak comel dkt dunia*

Fara : Occayyyyy, one two threeee!! Tatehhh! Taaaaaaaaaa…..*angkat tangan Na*…taaaattteee *angkat Na* taaaaa…ttteeeee………warghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh berat gileeeeeeeeee baby ni!!!!!

Na : HAHAHAHAHAHA kate suruh blakon betul2!!! Aku pulun laaaa buat lembik sungguh HAHAHAHA.

Fara : Kalau baby besar gedabak camni esok, pengsan aku weh!

Hahaha so yes, that basically how it went. AND THAT FOR 5 HOURS!

Thanks to too much crawling as a giant baby, now I am having back pain. Tsk

My turn for Paeds Osce this February, Im going to force her to become a baby who can only mengengsot on the floor. Kehkehkeh

Those Days

2009-11-18T00:21:00.003Z

Suzie is sitting for her SPM tomorrow ^^

Oh it feels like ages ago, since my very own SPM days.

Never in my life, even in a university now, have I regarded an exam as important as SPM. SPM to me, was like a life-changing path that I had to cross. Excel, I’d have the MARA scholarship to do medicine overseas. Anything below that was never an option for me.

You see, I, myself was never a top student, for as long as I could remember. I was never in the top 3. NEVER. Going up the stage to accept scrolls from the Sultan was definitely not the sort of thing I was used to. School otherwise, was like a playground for me.

5 A’s in UPSR was nothing to brag about when you had millions of other students with the same results. PMR 8 A’s was nothing more than just a paper to prove the school intensive extra classes finally paid off.

I was enthralled, of course I was. Smiling from ear to ear, and being on the cover of newspapers was definitely a moment to cherish.

But my moment of happiness was nothing compared to those of SPM top achievers.

And me, I wanted to be one of them.

Since then, my whole virtue changed 180 degrees. By hook or by crook, I needed to leave this school with a result that could earn me a scholarship. Even if it not, I needed to at least pose with my SPM result on a newspaper. Yes, I know it sounded shallow, but funny thing was, that was the thing that kept me motivated.

I studied hard. I really did.

And the road was an easy and smooth one for me, especially when Abah and Mama were very supportive.

Every evening, I would wait patiently for Abah to come home from clinic. Every problem in misunderstanding anything, I jotted them down on a piece of paper. Abah would come to my room, and then we would discuss together for as long as time would allow us. I was lucky to have a father whom I could talk just about anything under the sun, from History to Physics to Economics.

Every day, Mama would cook my favourite dishes. I had the veto power what should be served during every meal. Mama loved to cook, so she was more than happy to try some interesting recipes for me. Lunch with Nasi Beriyani, tea with Bihun Hailam and dinner with Nasi Kerabu served with Ayam Percik. Putting on weight was a compulsory phase that each of us siblings, had to go through every exam time.

Every night, Abah and Mama would accompany me as I stayed up the whole night studying. Of course they were sleeping while I burned the midnight oil up until 3-4 in the morning. But having them in the same room as me, was more than I could have asked for, especially being such a coward myself.

And every exam day, Mama would recite Yassin the very exact time I started answering any paper. I don’t know if it was psychological, but it definitely gave me the confidence that I needed. Mama was even there with me in school, while I sat for Perdagangan paper alone. (I was the only who took the subject). She was there all the time, in the surau next to the hall I was in, waiting for me, while I was struggling to squeeze every fact I have installed in my brain.

Having such supportive parents, I had nothing to repay them back, but to promise to come back home with a result to be proud off.

And Alhamdulillah, my hard work and their support were paid off. I got what I wished for. =)

When newspaper and television journalists probed me a very simple question, what was my recipe for success..I was dumbfounded.

Of course, studying hard was undeniably the reason. Then again, deep down, I believed, the strongest recipe I could think off, was none other than, having such amazing parents like Abah and Mama.

But that, I guess, wasn’t a recipe afterall. It was a gift from God. A special gift that I could not be anymore grateful than I am right now.

Thank you Abah and Mama.

Thank You Allah.

So Suzie, I wish you all the best. And Kekna akan baca yassin dekat suzie every day k?

p/s : And I bagged the No 1 spot, finally. Alhamdulillah =)

My Friend's Interesting Theory on Internet Connection

2009-11-16T22:38:00.003Z

All this while, I’ve always thought streamyx has the record as the slowest internet connection in the whole, wide world. I guess I was wrong.

RHYL even WORSEEEEEE!!

Ive been trying to log into the University Blackboard Account for the past 1 hour, and looks like I won’t succeed in doing so, anytime tonight. Tsk ='(

Thank God, MSN is the only thing who doesn’t fail me, or else , I’d jump out of my window voluntarily malam ni jugak nyuhuhu..

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: aruniiii why is the internet sooooooooo slow?

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: waa

Aruni says: oh ok kool

Aruni says: i dont know

Aruni says: its ur fault

Aruni says: u must have farter

Aruni says: farted!

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: haha

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: maybe the gas just polluted the whole internet network, i reckon?

Aruni says:or took some ganja

Aruni says: yep

Aruni says: ganja fart

Aruni says: looool

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: you are really into farting eh aruni?

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: do you find people who fart sexy?

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: hehehe

Aruni says: yep

Aruni says: thats why i like u

Aruni says: lol

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: HAHAHA

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: heyy

aween - is suitable for vegetarians! says: i dont fart in public!

If my friend’s theory is correct, then there sure are FREAKING looooooooooadddss of people who produce unnecessary gas tonight!

As a take home message; if you are in Malaysia and happen to be tortured by the slow Streamyx, think again…eh no, smell again, you MAY HAVE FARTED!Kakakaka

Ok Na, dah merapu. I’d be happy if anyone wants to hit me with a Psychiatric Book right now. Anyone? Anyone??

Ohh before I forget : DON’T FART IN PUBLIC, ITS NOT NICE.

Sekian, byebye.

p/s : Winter plan confirmed : 20-22/12 – Sweden, 28-31/12 – Turkey. Tix and accommodations settled, now time to usha interesting places to go~!

p/s : Liverpool was fun (^_^)v. Having said that, im glad I don’t study there, too many people. Sangat menyeksakan kena jalan mcm seepoooot.

Elective!!

2009-11-12T18:53:00.004Z

Hello people (^_^)v

Ok first of all, OMG I have such good news to share, I am literally trembling with excitement as I am typing this right now!

You do know, how we have to do elective during our summer holidays next year, right? Elective is some-sort of like a work experience for us to have a taste of how it would be like to be in a real medical world. It’s like putting only one feet into the working world, before finally venturing for real in 1 ½ years’ time. *touch wood we sail smoothly AMIN!*

Anyway,I have a friend here, named Aruni. She is my partner-in-crime right now. You know, how some people, you just click with them, the first minute you meet them? And Aruni, is definitely one of these people. I love her! She’s hilarious. She’s funny. She’s a Calamity Jane, just like me. She fails in her bearing, again, just like me! She’s just so fun to be with, that I often, literally close to asphyxiate myself for having too much laughs!

And the good news is..

SHE’S PLANNING TO DO HER ELECTIVE WITH ME!!

Yeayyyyyyyyyyyy~~~!!

Anyway, before I pour you our exciting plan for elective, just so you know ; Aruni is a Sri Lankan with a British citizenship. She migrated to the UK with her family 10 years ago.

Anyway, back to our elective/summer plans 2010:

30/7 : Arrive in Malaysia together!

1/8 – 7/8 : Tour around Malaysia.

8/8 – 21/8 : Elective in HKL

22/8 – 28/8 : Go to Sri Lanka together and travel around Sri Lanka!!

29/8 – 4/9 : Elective in Sri Lanka.

Then, I’ll come back to Malaysia alone while Aruni continues to stay in Sri Lanka. Celebrate Raya which is probably on the 1st or 2nd week of Sept.

Summer ends 20/10/2010, so I still have 6 weeks to kill.

Plans are :

1) Spend quality time with my family to the maximum. Follow mum around. Follow Abah to clinic. Whatever it is, I dont care. I JUST WANT TO BE WITH MY FAMILY. Rindu sangat. Lepas ni da start keja, lagikla tak sempat.

2) Probably join cooking class. Maybe dig back into my long-lost interest of sewing. Im sure my sewing teacher, Mrs Yin Shang still remembers me!

3) Travel to Korea with Ili, Rus and Amal.

4) Or if not, join Aruni again, and travel around Asia. She definitely wants to go to China to see pandas!

Ya Allah, I am soooooo excited for this!! I cant wait~~~!Ohh, I am gonna have to find myself a VERY BIG HAT so that abes summer nanti, Na tak sunburn berkilat macam bontot periuk belanga. Wakakaka

If you happen to come to HKL at this time and come across these two girls, don’t be afraid if we laugh non-stop. We are completely normal! Ok I doubt that LOL.

The problem is ; cemana nak pegi travelling together-gether when both of us DEFINITELY fails when it comes to direction? Whenever we are walking together to any places, we are so indulged chit-chatting and giggling, and mesti sesat punyaaaa. No seriously, even tadi nak pegi cash duit pun boleh terlanjak pegi tempat buang2 sampah wakakaka.

Imagine this :

Aween : Is this the Great Wall of China??

Aruni : Wowwwwww, its sooo pretty!!

Tourist Guide : No, its not. Its just a normal wall.

LOL, bye~~

p/s : Picture taken 2 years back. Kurus kan? It was during Medics Ball, right after our finals. I still remember Mama said to me during exam day ( my Mum was in the UK at that time) ; “Ya Allah Na….makanlaa sket…cemana nak jawab paper kalau kurus sangat ni..” Hehs

p/s : A friend called to tell me a good news he has been praying for all his life. I am so happy for him as well, I cant stop smiling! Thank you Allah =’)

p/s : And Sebah, you are always welcomed to menyemak our elective la sayanggggg!

No Strings Attached

2009-11-11T19:50:00.009Z

Hello people~!

The above picture is little Ciman, taken when he was teeny-weeny-meeny-meeny small. Adorable kan?

Anyway, however much I like kids and medicine, there are 3 things I dread about being a doctor ;

1) Having to watch little kids suffer and knowing you cant do anything to help them, when they are supposed to be running around, exploring the world and having fun.

2) Breaking bad news to patients or to their relatives, and helplessly watching them crying endlessly.

3) Facing the inevitable; DEATH.

Surprised? Yes, I know. Yet I still want to spend my whole working life as a doctor. By hook or by crook, I have to be one! Even if it’s only for a day of my life, I promise you, I’d cherish every single moment of it. Omagad, I sound like a geek, don’t I?

My first contact with real patient traced back 2 years ago, when I was doing a nursing placement. I was still naïve at that time. I remember a particular lady whom I took care for a week; changed her clothes, washed her, combed her hair and like other medical students would do; talked to her and kept her company. Everyday, she would tell me, how she missed her son, her only child. Everytime she spoke of him, her sunken eyes lit up. She would tell me happily, how her son promised to buy her a new talcum powder. If there was any will to keep her moving on, that was definitely the thought of her son appearing at the door. But that day, sadly enough, never seemed to come. And being me, I was deeply touched. The last day I was with her, I bought her the talcum powder, the exact one her son promised to buy, as a token to cheer her up.

Im sure you would have done the same, or maybe even better =’)

Well, I sincerely thought I was doing the right thing, until someone very close to me said..

“ Being a doctor, you should never get yourself emotionally attached to patients. Gifts, whether its given out or offered to you,you should try to avoid it..it is just unprofessional”

So maybe I got a bit carried away that day. But hey, I never regretted buying her the talcum powder. I’ve got nothing to lose, except making her feel happy, aite?

Since then, I’ve made up my mind. For every temptation there is, I’d treat every patient equally. For every gifts offered to me, I’d kindly refuse them.

And yes, as surprised as I am, I have been offered quite a number of gifts from patients. Flattered? You bet I am! But, a principle is still a principle. I refuse each and every one of them. With manners, of course. My oh my dear patients, I know I am likable, but cant you see, I am trying to train myself to be a professional here? Eceh perasan (=__=)'

Ok Na time to perasan dah habis. I manage to stick to the principle through thick and thin. Well, not until yesterday…

My patient was so touched that I spent my time talking to her, decided to give me a gift; A VERY BEAUTIFUL HANDMADE TABLECLOTH FROM TURKEY!

OMGeeeez! I turned it down of course! But she was very insistent.;

“ I really want you to have it. Or else, Im gonna leave it in the nurse room with your name on top of it. You still have to take it somehow”

Oh, and its really preeeeeeeeeeeeeetttty as well! You know how I get really excited when it comes to stuff like this! Oh dear oh dear Na, why do you sound so like a makcik now? I can even picture myself now as a duck with scarf on, putting this beauuuuuuuuuutiful tablecloth for picnic. Wakakaka

Oh and Im sure Mama, you are going to love it as well! Im keeping this for you~~

And yes my friend, as if it couldn’t be any easier, my principle just shattered into pieces. Yes, I FINALLY ACCEPTED A GIFT FROM A PATIENT. Easy peasy, teany weasy.

Oh well, I guess, accepting a present from a patient is alright, afterall. There is still this sense of guilt left in me, but the temptation to have it is just too much to resist! Hey, don’t blame me, blame the NAFSU ;p. Bad Nafsu, bad bad nafsu!

Ok you probably wonder why I think it is such a big deal for me not to accept a gift from patient. Ok here’s the way I see it, for every job you decide to do in life, you’ve got to make sure you LOVE it in the first place. If you work as a teacher, you’ve got to love teaching. If you work at a kindergarten, you’ve got to love kids. If you work with computers, you’ve got to enjoy playing them. Easy said, you basically have to enjoy the thing you are working with.

But there never is ‘the thing’ in medicine. Because, to us, ‘the thing’ that we devote our life for, is actually a human being i.e a person with feeling.

And, when human beings come into context, it is hard not to be emotionally attached to them. ESPECIALLY WHEN GIFTS COME IN BETWEEN. Yes I know, it’s completely normal and humane to have a few strings attached, but it’s just unprofessional if it’s a little bit too much. Too much of everything is never good, especially in medicine, when it can affect your judgment about the patients you are taking care of.

Being the hard-headed me, I don’t want that to happen to me.

And that’s THAT.

But then again, I have decided ; I am just going to start following this principle,ONLY when I start working.

As for now, leading a life as a medical student, I should just accept presents from patients. Rezeki jangan ditolak kan?

Hehs teruk kan kan perangai?

Ok la, I’ll leave you with some pictures of the tablecloth that I dengan susah payahnya tried to take using a webcam.

Oh panjang sangat udah ini post. Till then, bye!

p/s : Muks coming to my place this Friday. And he’s going to cook for me weeee~~

p/s : Na slalu gelak sorang2 bila tgk gambar ciman kat atas tu. Comelllllllllll kan?

p/s : Oh oh oh, Na penah terima adiah before this! Last year to be exact, patient bagi kaset yang dia nyanyi and record. Phewit! Tapi in welsh, Na tak paham , so tak dengaq pun kakaka.

Music In Me

2009-11-10T01:10:00.004Z

(NB : This post was written by someone who got bored reading about Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. So, it’s a fairly long post. Go make yourself a cup of coffee so I am not insulted if you doze off halfway through reading this.)

Do you know, if you can listen to different types of music, you are an open-minded person?

Yes, if you know me well enough, you know how I listen to any kinds of music. From the classic Johnny Cash to the sentimental Julio Engliasas to rock Metallica to emotional All American Rejects to lip-synch Cheryl Cole and even to computer-generated-music like Fat Boy Slim! No seriously, as long as it is audible, I’d listen to fairly anything under the sun. So I guess, that makes me an open minded person? Ohh banggenye! *cepat idung, sile kembang kepis cepat!*

I don’t know about you, but the thing about me is, when I listen to music. I don’t really listen LISTEN. I only listen listen. Errr faham ke? Ok, its like this; basically, I only listen to the background rhythm. Not that I am a slow-poke, but I just cant be bothered to concentrate on the meaningful lyric that goes along with it. Hence, the reason why, whenever I dedicate a song to a friend, he/she finds it hard to make out the name of the song that I am singing to. Well, maybe it sounds more like an incoherent mumbling to them. Sedih je tau bila kita semangat nyanyi, tapi orang kata kita mcm orang tua nyanyuk dok cakap soghang2 tsk.

Anyway, since small, I have always loved to sing along with any music on air. Usually, the trip back to Kelantan every Raya would be the time to test my vocal cord cehwah. There is a silent rule in my family, “whoever drives the car, gets the veto power to choose what’s on the radio”. So, back then, it was Abah who controlled which cassette was lucky enough to be played. And as you would expect, most of the songs were yes, classical songs.

Oh it was so much fun! We would sing our hearts out all the way to my grandmother’s place in Kota Bharu. And by we, most of the time, it was me, and sometimes Dad chirped in as well. Kekek. Oh I miss that moment. If I were lucky, Dad would teach me the dance moves as well. Ohh I remember one now, which he learnt back when he was in MCKK, the SOLO dance move! Sangat cool ok move ini. You basically move your wrists over each other in a slow and posh way and taraaa, sangat sexy occcayy! My dad is C to the O to the O to the L..COOOOOLL! Hahaha

Ok I got carried away. Focus Na, focus!But anyway coming back to the fact that-I-only-listen-to-rhythm thingy, my elder sister, Kekwa is much worse kot. Sorry Kekwa, but its not an understatement if I say you fail when it comes to music. There was this one time, I was in the car with her, coming back from HKL to our place in Sri Damansara. My sister was very eager to tell me a new song, that she currently addicted to. But the problem was, she couldn’t remember the name of it. So I asked her to sing out the chorus part for me. So here’s how it went..

“CAROOOOLLLLINNEEEE……….OHH CAARROOOOLLLINEEEEEEE”

I was like, “ Isk tak penah dengaq la plak lagu ni, Kekwa”

“ Alaaa Na mesti penah dengaq punya!! Selalu kuaq radio! CAARROOOLLLIINEEEE....CCCAARRROOLLINNEEEE”

“Sapa nyanyi?”

“ Kumpulan nama apa tah..Chemical Chemical something”

“My Chemical Romance?”

“Haaaaa!!Yang tu, yang tu!”

“KAHKAHKAHKAH. Bukan Caroline laaaaaaa..CARRY ON laaa!!HAHAHAHAHA”

It was the song “ Welcome to the Black Parade”, in case you are still clueless. Kekwa, you are definitely the minority group of people who give out a false picture that doctors fail when it comes to art. Caroline??? Seriously?Hahaha

Ok Na, that’s a bit mean. Sorry, Kekwa. Na pun memalukan jugak huhu.You know, I only had two cassettes in my entire life and they were SPICE GIRLS and…..

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SENARIO!

Omagad Na, were you deaf when you decided to buy this? Senario??! (=____=)’

LOL, ok I mumble too much. I’ll leave you with a song which I have always liked since like…forever. And this song, I exceptionally know the lyric line by line! Promise me, you’ll listen to the lyric as well ok? Sangat berguna untuk masa depan kita sebagai ibu bapa cehwah.

Till then, bye!

p/s : the official videoclip is cool too. And the lead singer is cute as well *wink wink*

p/s : The shower is working now. Weeee I am not a smelly cat anymore! *clap clap*

p/s : OMAGAD OMAGADD! I actualllllly have a follower! Cik Dila, although im not sure if we know each other, but here’s a hug all the way from Cardiff for following me! Im flattered (and jakun at the same time lol) ^^

General Knowledge Quickie

2009-11-08T19:39:00.002Z

Let’s run a general-knowledge-check-up, shall we?

DO YOU KNOW….

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would produce enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee!

Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.

An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.

Termites eat wood twice as fast when listening to heavy metal music.

Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.

95% of the creatures on earth are smaller than a chicken egg.

Only about 5% of people dream in color!

The Earth is turning to desert at a rate of 40 square miles per day.

When you sneeze, all your bodily functions stop, even your heart.

The world has been at peace only 8% of the time over the last 3,500 years

The average chocolate bar has 8 insects’ legs in it euw

The average human eats 8 spiders in their lifetime at night

A polar bear’s skin is black. Its fur is not white, but actually clear.

Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn’t wear pants!

Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.

If you keep a goldfish in the dark room, it will eventually turn white!

Women blink nearly twice as much as men.

Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left handed people do.

The sentence “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” uses every letter in the english language.

TYPEWRITER, is the longest word that can be made using the letters only one row of the keyboard.

A snail can sleep for 3 years.

The electric chair was invented by a dentist.

Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our noses and ears never stop growing.

Many hamsters only blink one eye at a time.

Cat’s urine glows under a black light!

It’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.

You can’t kill yourself by holding your breath.

And the best one;

IF YOU FART CONSISTENTLY FOR 6 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS, ENOUGH GAS IS PRODUCED TO CREATE THE ENERGY OF AN ATOMIC BOMB!

Anybody wants to try his luck for the last one? LOL

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

2009-11-08T02:38:00.006Z

I am always attached to only one bank.

But when a bank goes too far, this is the time my friend, a loyal customer like me makes a dead-end decision; TO BREACH THE LOYALTY I’ve poured them all this time.

I have 2 accounts at the moment; the current and the saving account. Why two account? Ok the current account is the financial input for my debit card whenever I’d cash it at an ATM machine. Saving account is, well, of course to save money. And to monitor the rate of my pocket money flowing in and out, I’d use internet banking.

So today, I checked my internet banking. And something was definitely missing there. It was very obvious; my current account wasn’t there as it should be.

I was a bit shocked myself, why in the world would my bank suddenly cancelled my current account? How is it possible for me to survive here in a remote place with cows and sheeps without my debit card with me?

So, I called the helpdesk. As annoying as it could be, this was their reply to my bewildered question;

“ You don’t have any money in your current account. So we closed your account”

I was like “WUHATTT?” How was that possible when I just used my current account to pay my house rent just two days ago?

“ I am sorry, but it appeared to us you have no money in your account”

There is no wayyyyy I didn’t have any money in it. Ive just used it, for God sake! And the bank herself transferred every penny left from my current into my saving account before they closed it!

I asked to check for my previous current account status which of course I couldn’t check it myself.

“ Im sorry, but we don’t have any access to that”

Ok fine, maybe you couldn’t view it as well. So what should I do to mend this stupid problem then?

“ You can’t deal this on the phone. You need to go to the branch where you opened your account”

Ok seriously, how annoying could this be? I am up in North Wales for another two weeks, and they expect me to go to Cardiff to fix this? I’d burn 50 pounds just to get back to Cardiff, THAT’S A FREAKING LOT OF MONEY, I tell you!

I know you probably wonder why am I so gutted right now?

Ok here’s why;

If I don’t have my current account with me, there is no way I can use my debit card. So, I cant cash any money to put in my purse in case of emergency. And right now, I don’t have any notes in my purse except for a few of Malaysian Ringgit notes, which of course is of no value up in the north Wales here.

Ok don’t have any money, why don’t I just borrow from a friend and pay him/her through internet banking?

The answer is NO. I just borrowed 50 pounds from a friend, and turned out I couldn’t pay her since SAVING account is clever enough not to allow me pay people online. It has to be from the CURRENT account. Apekah ngong di situ?

So, if I am so nice not to burden them, then don’t ask my friends to cash out lots of money?

NO, that’s not possible. This week alone, I need at least 100 pounds with me. Yes, you heard me, one hundred pounds.CASH.

Woot, why so much?

Because Psychiatry Placement requires me to go to places where there is no bus. The only available transport is taxi, and the cheapest I can get is 20 pounds one way. So, this week, it will be twice back and forth; that amounts to a minimum of 80 pounds!! *touch wood it wont be anymore than that or I’ll be bald faster than a 80-year-old grandpa*.

Ok its only for two weeks I have to endure this. Why so gutted? Its not like a freaking whole year.

Well……

1) It’s the bank where MARA transfers the money every month. You know how tedious it will be for me, if I were to change to a new bank i.e forms, calls and what nots. I dread the possibility a problem props up and I stop getting any money from MARA.

2) It’s the account where most of my direct debit gets it money from i.e to pay the house rent especially. It’s the account where I pay my electric, gas and water bills.

3) And, here’s the most important bit; if I don’t have any money now, how am I going to Liverpool next weekend and buying Liverpool souvenirs for my sayangs and shopping for my own self? You do know they have a big shopping outlet in Liverpool right?? I don’t want to trot behind my friend all day long, so she’d pay me everytime I want to buy something. Nothing can be more annoying than being over-clingy kan?

And don’t tell me, I am going to have to cancel my trip to Liverpool! Oh dear God, please don’t please please pretty pleaseee!*lari menangis bawah bantal*

I NEED TO GO TO THE PLACE WHERE THE BEATLES HAILED FROM!

BY HOOK OR BY CROOK, I HAVE TOO!!

If it requires me sneaking in the luggage compartment of a bus to Liverpool, then, by all means, I am going to do it!

Yes, I am THAT desperate.Well who isnt? Its The Beatles, for God sake!

Ok, enough with The Beatles, back to my problem. I am just going to forget this for 2 weeks. Then, I’ll deal with it when I am back in Cardiff. Nak marah lama2 pun tak guna, not that it can change anything.

Don’t worry, I am not boiling hot. Still annoyed, but keeping my composure intact.

Till then, I’m off to bed. If I dream of the bank tonight, I’ll admit myself to Pyschiatric Hospital tomorrow. Pray for me I wont.

P/s : Anybody a fan of Liverpool Football Club? Im not.Football doesnt fascinate me like good music. :p

p/s : Ohh and my shower isnt working as well.Tsk

Bim..Bo...Ni!

2009-11-06T20:45:00.003Z

SYMPTOMS OF A BIMBO ;

You are an inch to become a bimbo when..;

1) You fail simple technology
(NB : You need an earphone to listen to iPod)

Girl : Can you listen to iPod without the earphone?
Boy : Yes, put the iPod close to your ear. (Please note the sarcasm)

*Girl totally believed the boy. Put the iPod near her ear*

Boy : Can you hear it?
Girl : No, I cant.
Boy : Put it closer.

*The iPod was an inch away from the girl’s ear*

Girl : I STILL CANT HEAR ANYTHING!
Boy : You really believe me??!!HAHAHAHA
Girl : Pffft!

2) You are clueless about World Geography

Boy : Have you sorted out your elective?
Girl : Yes. Im going to do it for a month, then go to Korea!
Boy : Which Korea?
Girl : Huh?
Boy : North or South?
Girl : Errr…not the communist one, I guess...?
Boy : You guess? Haha that’s South.
Girl : Well, South Korea it is then!
Boy :??!!

3) You have problem understanding what’s on a MENU

Girl : What’s in Prawn Rice besides rice?
Waiter Boy : PRAWN?
Girl : No, no, what I meant was, what’s in Prawn Rice besides the prawns?
Waiter Boy : RICE??
Girl : Whatever
Waiter Boy : ???!!!!

4) You have problem differentiating two very DIFFERENT words

Consultant : How many GENES do you reckon a human can have?
Girl : Hurm..I myself have 10 pairs of JEANS, blue jeans, black jeans bla bla bla
Consultant : ??!!
Girl : potpetpotpet *still talking about the JEANS*

*Consultant wished he was dead*

And lastly;

5) You say kitchen as chicken and chicken as kitchen

Girl : Ohh I am sooo annoyed now. You know the chicken lady?
Boy : Huh??
Girl : I am soo pissed off now. Whoever comes and cleans our chicken is one person who blindly puts everybody’s stuff in my compartment!
Boy : Kokokokok!
Girl : What’s with the sound?? I know how to clean my own chicken!
Boy : Kokokokk!! HAHAHA
Girl : WHAT??
Boy : Its kitchen, not chicken. Clean my chicken? HAHAHA that sounds very dodgy!

*Girl malu sgt sampai pengsan*

Ok, five should be enough. Dialogues are based on true life events but the persons behind them, should be kept anonymous to protect their dignity.

LOL, till then people, toodle moodle shloodle shloooodle!

p/s : Long case assessment yesterday went very well. Way to go, Aween!

P/s : Still contemplating whether to go to Liverpool tomorrow. Ingat nak simpan duit for Sweden winter ni adehs (=_=)’

Chin Up!

2009-11-05T00:05:00.006Z

Have you ever felt low? Feel like not in the mood to get out of bed? No appetite? Can’t get to sleep? Feel shitty? Attention span decreases? Unless you are a robot, then Im sure you have.

Oh, I hate it when it descends upon me, the horrible feeling especially.

But now that I am in Pyschiatry, Ive learnt a lesson ; for everytime I feel like low, I should open my eyes wider and look around; there are more unfortunate people with worse situations than mine. I should consider myself lucky, to be honest..

Today, I saw a patient with longstanding depression. He’s still young, only 30-40 year’s old, but his life was shattered in an instance. It all happened couple of years back when he was building his career as a cabin crew. He had just started working at that time, and was so hardworking, attending people on the plane, going to various places. One fateful night while he was in Hongkong, he woke up in a bed which he did not recognize, in a hotel which he did not check in, alone and found himself naked from top to bottom. Turned out, he was raped by his senior colleague, whom he always looked up for. He was so ashamed of himself, his job performance went down the hill, and thence, he started drinking heavily. And now, just at the age of 40, he’s already having memory loss due to the alcohol side effect. Such a poor lad..

The other patient, was seen by my friend. He’s a young chap as well, still in his late teen. This poor young man, grew up in a broken family. His mom married a man, who turned out to be beast, that sexually abused this poor lad when he was just about to venture what the world was all about. There was a time, which he remembered clearly, he was dragged by the hands, up the stairs into a room and was raped repeatedly by the stepfather. What even worse was that, his mother did not even acknowledge her own husband would do such a thing to her son. And now, he was so depressed and traumatized, he’s been in and out of the hospital since ..

And this one was told by my very own brother, Abudi. One day, a teenage girl, was brought into the Burn Department urgently. Prior to that, she was actually raped by her own stepfather, in a remote site, away from the village. She screamed for help, to escape from the brutalism. The stepfather was scared the villagers would hear her, so he started stabbing her in the chest repeatedly, in an attempt to end her life. But ajal is ajal, you cant let it come, when its not the time yet. She was still breathing, but of course effortful. The stepfather panicked. He snatched a bucket of strong acid by his side, and splashed it across the poor girl. And again,the attempt was futile. She was still alive. He did not know what to do and opted for the last option; the option to end his own worthless life; by gulping down the acid. He died. And when this story was narrated to me, the girl was still in the ward, under the care of my brother, but she was blind in both of her eyes, and severely traumatized. 14 years old, so young and beautiful, why would someone do such a cruel thing? Especially coming from somebody whom she once called Dad..

Well, there you go. Kesian kan? Ive heard much worse, but I’m sorry,I am too sleepy to write them.

The point I am trying to make here is, however bad our problem is, don’t worry, there are people who are more unfortunate than us. Remember, it is only a test of faith. We wont be given such a test, if He knows we are not strong enough to face it, aite?

Alahai, jangan la depress baca ni ok? Oh anyway, I know what can lighten you up..I have a good news to share..I am planning to go to…KOREAAAAA this summer with Ili and Rus! Do you know which one is which? Oh well, I’ll leave you with the pictures of the three of us, when we were in Italy last time. Rus’s the one with the sling bag. Me, of course you know which one, aite? ^^

Till then, Im off to sleep, toodles~

p/s : Tomorrow’s my long case assessment, wish me luck!

p/s : Most rapist said; they rape because they just love the feeling to be powerful, being opprehensive towards somebody's weaker than them. Bodoh.

Bad Hair Day

2009-11-03T16:22:00.002Z

Assalamualaikum, people.

This week is particularly a laid-back one, I’d say.

I have 3 days off; today, Thursday and Friday. The good thing is ; I get to have a good lie-in. Having said that, be it a day off or not, I still make an effort to go to the hospital. You see, since I am enjoying my stint in Psychiatry, might as well just make full use of it, aite? Plus, the hospital is just a 2-minute leisure walk from my place. So, rather than staring blankly at this laptop watching Gossip Girl and what nots, I’d prefer to improve my communication skill talking to a patient. Yes, I can be a geek when I want to.

So today, I went into the hospital, basically nothing planned in mind. I thought of shadowing the Liaison (pronounced as Liyason) Nurse. We waited patiently for the patient to come. 30 minutes gone, then I was told, the patient was nowhere in sight. The nurse asked for my number, and promised to contact me if she planned on meeting the patient again anytime later today.

So, I walked back to the Psychiatric Hospital. The only thing left for me to do was none other than; YES, take a history from a patient. It was 1 pm and no, it was not a good timing. It was lunch hour, and I was told to come back again at 2. I felt a bit gutted, so I went back to my hostel, and hang out for lunch with my flatmates, James and Martin.

Then, I decided to cash out some money at the Main Hospital Building. As I was getting my way out of the building, I realized there was actually no coverage or whatsoever inside the hospital. Oh ‘good’! I rushed my way out, for I didn’t want to miss a call from the nurse. As soon as I got out of the building, I realized I got a voicemail and was told….SHE’S ALREADY GONE TO SEE THE PATIENT!

Oh, I was so annoyed with myself. If only I didn’t go to the Main Hospital Building in the first place. It was already 2 pm, I went back to the Psychiatric Hospital again, basically trying my luck in each ward, to see if there was any patient I could practice my history taking. There were 4 wards altogether and I went into each of them, asking the same question over and over again..

“ Hi, Im a medical student..I wonder if you have any patient I can talk to today..?”

The responses were rather devastating;

1st ward : Well..all of the patients are off for OT now, sorry love.

2nd ward : Hurm….there are two ladies here..But one of them, not interested to talk to one of your colleagues yesterday, so I don’t think it’s a good idea..Well, you can try Mitch (Anyway, I turned down the offer; Ive already talked to her last Friday)

3rd Ward : A patient…well…we’ve got only one patient in this ward…but I reckon its not the best patient to talk to..he..hurm..is..anti-social..especially if it’s erm..a lady….

Ok three down, now the last ward.

This time around, the response was rather promising. They were having a meeting, so the nurse told me to come back at 3. At least, there was still a glint of hope for me.

Went back to my place for the second time, watched TV until 3 and went back in again. Turned out, the meeting was still on. I just couldn’t be bothered, I went into the TV room and watched the TV with other patients there. A guy with Schizophrenia was asking me lots of question. I think he was a bit confused, he thought I was the wife of one of the doctors there. Abaikan.

Then, lady luck finally came to the rescue. At last, I was called by the nurse and was given a patient to talk to, ALL BY MYSELF! Finally!

I decided to take the history in his room.

I sat down.

I was just about to ask more about the presenting complaint, when there was a knock on the door;

“ Sorry to interrupt..Mr John, your son is here to see you”

Ohhhh! Ok that was it! I just told the patient politely I would leave and come again some other day.

I couldn’t be bothered to try anymore. I guess its one of those ‘bad-hair’ day, where nothing seemed to turn out right.

And now, I am back in my room. I should have just stayed in my room the whole day. Now that its raining and I am soaking wet, that’s definitely not helping with my unfortunate day either.

Oh well, I hope the movie we are going to watch tonight can boost this mood.

I just feel gutted right now. (=_+)’

p/s : Going out with my friends for Bonfire Night this Friday. I like the people here, if they know I am joining them, they'll find a proper place to have a drink and they'll make sure they wont get drunk. Baik kan?

p/s : the bold, colourful and LARGE font was done on purpose. I wanna show you how gutted I am right now. Sorry if I am boring you..Oh well, its hard to be boring..I learn from the best ;p

Happy Birthday to the Coolest Mom On Earth!

2009-10-29T23:35:00.010Z

Mama, Happy Birthday!

Yes, it was my mom’s birthday yesterday~! So to that particular person, Mama’s birthday is on the 28th of October ok? TWENTY EIGHT. Not 27. HAHAHA its not your fault the date of your handphone was set wrongly though. Don’t worry ABENJEK, I wont reveal your name wakakaka.

Anyway, my mom is one cool person. No seriously, she is!

1) My mom rides Roller Coaster

Yes, thanks to the effortful action of batting our eyelashes, Mom finally succumbed to our persuasion to ride Roller Coaster and Tower of Terror when we were in Florida. Sorry if they gave you palpitations, but you admitted yourself, you had fun kan? Keskes

2) My mom played Heart Attack

I guess the name says it all, no? It’s a fast-pace game, an interesting one and definitely turns you into an anxious barbaric the minute the game is on. And no, having Mom as one of the players, the chances of us, children winning are much lower than competing among ourselves. Yes, she’s good and she can still maintain her ‘ayu-ness’ all along. How do you manage to do that? Oh sgt tidak paham (=__=)’

3) Mum watches all SAW movies

Do I have to explain more? Funny thing is, usually we often doze to sleep half of the movie. But poor Mom, if the clock already ticks 12 am, she will be wide awake. It seems Mum’s sleeping button can only be activated before midnight. And that, leaves her alone watching the movie when her husband and kids wander endlessly in slumberland. Hahaha

Ok three is enough, I reckon.

Mama,

For every mistake I make, however stupid it is, I know you will forgive me. For every fall I have been through, I know you are there to pick me up. For every tear I shed, I know you’ll wipe it away. And, for every achievement I make, however small it is, you are always there, smiling at me, proudly.

For that Mama, I am sorry for I have nothing in return, but only to love and cherish you unconditionally.

And again, let’s say this together people, my mom is C to the O to the O to the L! COOOOOOOOOOOOLLL!!

I’ll dedicate a song for you. HAHAHA lagu takdak kaitan la Mama, Na just termelekat dgn lagu ni dua tiga hari ni kakakaka.

Till then, here’s a big wet peck on your cheek all the way from Cardiff..MUAAAAHHHHHHSSS!!

I LOVE YOU!

P/s : Abenjek, we should change our genre of movie laaaaaaa. Depress kot asek tgk cita bunuh every summer. Blergh.

p/s : Spent 5 hours taking a history from a pt with Bipolar Disorder today. I know, wow kan?

Need to Cool Down More

2009-10-29T00:17:00.004Z

For those who haven’t met me in person, there is one thing you should know about me. I can be hyper-active at a weird timing i.e turn into an over-excited homo sapien over something simple. Yes, my happy buttons get activated pretty easily.

I did mention, how I enjoyed myself at a community centre for people with learning disabilities (LD) yesterday, aite? Anyway, for every room that I visited, the staff would introduce me to each and every student there. Most of the time, it would go like this..

“ Hello people. We’ve got Aween with us today! Aween, this Fiona(bukan nama sebenar). Fiona, say hi to Aween!”

Being me, who was very eager to start my day there, I would reply..

“ HII FIONAA!! HOW ARE YOU?? DO YOU LIKE IT HERE?? Bla bla bla ”

It was fun, especially when they replied back to you enthusiastically. (Oh I definitely want to go this place again)

But, if it was the staff I was introduced to, the tone of my voice would be much cooler. Im sure you’d do the same.

Anyway, the introduction was done by the staff who worked in the previous room I was in i.e she/he would be the one to do the honour to introduce me to the students and the staff in the next room. Berbelit kah? Faham kan?Huhu

Ok so that was how the introduction basically went.

So, after spending some quality time at the Recycling Room, I went to the Relaxation Room. There were about 8 people, sitting around the room. I saw a familiar face, a lady with LD, whom I saw last week. My friends and I joined a support group last Friday, to which she and her mom attended as well.

But the problem was, I couldn’t remember her name!

From the look of her cheerful eyes as she saw me, I was dead sure she remembered me.

Oh please God, do remind me what her name is please.

I was having these running ideas of names in my head, trying to figure what her name could be.

The staff started introducing me to the first student.

I said Hi.

The introduction moved on.

The lady looked very eager to greet me.

Oh, I didn’t want to let her down. Imagine if somebody you’ve just met, and she doesn’t remember your name. If that were to happen to me, im sure it must have felt awful.

Come on, Na! Come on, come on! Think of a name! Think Brain Think Think!!

Unfortunately enough, no name rang a bell.

The staff continued with the introduction..

“ Aweeen, this is Katherine.”

Ohhh her name iss Katherine then! How could I have forgotten that??

So, being me (and trying to make up for feeling guilty not remembering her name), I said cheerfully,

“ HIII KATHERINEE!!!HOW ARE YOU?? YOU REMEMBER ME? WE’VE MET BEFORE, HAVENT WE?? HOW’S YOUR MOM? Bla bla bla bla “

Yes, I was super-happy.

Good! I believed I made a good impression, at least I didn’t let her down for not registering her name in my head.

Well..I believed wrongly!

Just when I was thought I was doing great, somebody interrupted my moment of happiness;

“ Hmmm…I am Katherine. I am a social worker. She’s Don.”

I reverted my gaze a few steps to the left and there was another lady there. And the staff was actually referring to her, not the lady I thought I was greeting correctly! Danggggggg!

Malu gilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

I was red, like a fresh-ripened tomato!

Malu malu malu malu malu maluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa mamaaaaaaaaaaa!

I guess I was just trying to figure out her name so much so, I didn’t realize there was actually another person sitting before her.

Ohh! Malu gila, rasa mcm nak rendam muka dalam sink la la tu jugak nyuhuhuhuuu.

Oh Na Na, why so over-confident?

p/s : I spent the next 5 minutes apologizing to the social worker.

p/s : As for Don, she didn’t realize I forgot her name. I guess I was speaking very fast at that time, kot. Fuh. But I vowed, I am definitely gonna remember everybody’s name after this. What is so hard about Don, la Na?? Aiya

p/s : I want to call Abah and discuss with him; Psychiatry cam bes for a future career kan?Yes I like being around these wonderful people, there is a sense of tranquility which I don’t know how to describe it in words for you. Tryla experience it yourself, im sure you like it as well ^^

Tired but Fulfilling Day

2009-10-27T23:51:00.004Z

Assalamualaikum,

You know, there is a module in Psychiatry on Learning Disabilities(LD). And today, I was given a precious chance to be around these wonderful people with LD at a community centre.

It is a centre for adults, to help them cope with daily livings. Learning disability denotes an irreversible impairment of intelligence with associated limitations of social functioning. The students can be as young as 20 and up to 60 years old. Some have cerebral palsy, autism but most of them have Down Syndrome.

Oh, I had so much fun today. Well, basically, the centre has five different parts and I was in each and every one of them, talking to the students. There are ;

1) The woodcraft – A garage where the students are taught to make chairs, tables, wheelbarrow etc etc. The work that they did was definitely impressive; meticulous and intricate yet so neat, even I myself cannot do it.

2) The plant – A big room for the students to make small decorations i.e colouring pots and vases to be put in a garden.

3) The expression room– This is where they are taught to cook and today, they made shortbreads. =)

4) The recycling room – A small room where the students help to recycle stuff. Like today, they helped clearing up the files, so that the staffs can use them again.

5) The relaxation room – This is a room, where the students sit down, play some puzzles, listening to stories, etc etc.

Usually people with learning disabilities are very friendly by nature. They always smile to you, come up to you, hold your hands. For every room I went, I had to introduce myself to them. And they would all wave at me in unison and said cheerfully ;

“HI AWEEENNN!!!”

Oh so cute! Although the students have problems in learning, the staffs treat them just like they treat other people like us, no double standard or anything. The students would show me around the room, telling me proudly what they did. Though they had trouble finding words what more saying them, but the efforts they made for me, was just heart-touching.

There was a lovely lady named Glenys. She has Down Syndrome. She took my hands and showed me the pictures of her and her friends making decorations. Then, she was eager to teach me how to make a Christmas decoration; you know one of the things where you hang on the front door. So sweet of her =)

Then , at the woodcraft garage, there was this guy named Edwin who had tunnel vision in both of his eyes. Unfortunately for him, he cant really see the world like we do. But the masterpiece that he came up with, was incredible. It’s a shame I often overlook how talented they can be.

At the expression room, I was at the table with 6 students. There was one student named David, a 60-year-old gentleman with Down Syndrome. Oh he was so charming. I was standing next to him, then he hugged me, laid his head towards me, looked up and smiled at me. Oh I like him. So cute.

Im not sure if any of my friends doing their Psychiatric stints have a chance to do this. I consider myself pretty lucky to get this wonderful opportunity to be around an even more wonderful people. The students, they have such pure and innocent hearts. Happiness is what their life has always been. If only our life is just as pure as them, wouldn’t it be great?

" To see a world through eyes that dont judge.
To love with hearts that dont discriminate.
To look at people for who they are and accept them for simply that.
This is how children and adults with Down Syndrome see the world.
They love. They feel. Unconditionally.
They are role models and all the inspiration anyone needs."

If only they know, how silently I am ever thankful to them for showing me how beautiful life can be and…for giving me back the missing puzzle which I sometime forget; the reason why I want to become a doctor in the first place =’)

Till then, I’ ll leave you with an inspirational video on Youtube.
(Sorry, you'll need to click on this link. I somehow cant embed it here. )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_-P4t2jR1g

Tengokla k? Sorry if I bore you. Have a nice day, bye =)

Rice Cooker, Kekla And Me

2009-10-26T23:50:00.006Z

You know my sister, Kekla once studied in Bristol, aite? Her place used to be my sanctuary spot almost every weekend. I miss that =(

Anyway, being an elder sister, Kekla couldn’t help it, but wanted to give me most of her valuable things, before she finally returned to Malaysia for good. And by that, included a small electrical appliance called “RICE COOKER”.

Somewhere in the year 2007;

Kekla : Na, nanti kalau Kekla nak pas benda kat Na before balik, Na nak?
Na : Oo boleh jugak.
Kekla : Kalau kekla pas rice cooker, blender apa suma tu nak?
Na : Ooo Na ada dah
Kekla : Ceh jual mahal

Somewhere in the year 2008

Kekla : Na, Kekla nak pas barang2 dekat umah kawan Na ni
Na : Ok
Kekla : Kekla dapat rice cooker kecik from Shasha, Na amek eh
Na : Eh takyah kot.Na ada dah rice cooker
Kekla : Ameklaa, bole bawak pi hospital jauh2
Na : Aaaa tapi kawan Na tak bagi tinggai banyak2 barang sgt umah dia
Kekla : Ceh jual mahal

*Regardless of that, my beloved sister passed the rice cooker anyway*

Somewhere in the year 2009, (last week to be exact)

Na : Keklaaaaaaaaaaaaa, baguih gila ada rice cooker
Kekla : Haaaa kan dah cakap!
Na : Tu aa..senang gila pi hospital jauh2, dahla ringan, takyah masak manual
Kekla : Eleh, aritu jual mahal sangat. Ceh

*************END OF STORY**********************

Last Sunday, my flatmates and I made a point to cook dinner together. Me, being the one with the rice cooker, was entrusted with the task to cook rice. Oh, and I made pudding as well for dessert.

We were planning to watch X Factor together at 8.So, at half 7, I cooked some rice. Went to join James, Luke and Aruni to watch TV, while waiting for the rice to cook. Sian and Martin were in the kitchen, preparing the starter and main dish.

At 745, the TV suddenly went off. Tried to turn on the switch but to no avail. The four of us, went into the kitchen to check how the rice was doing..

“ Aaaaa my rice cooker isn’t working!!”

“ All the sockets not working?”

“ I reckon so, yeah”

“ Is it only our flat?”

“ Yeah I think so”

“ What about the main switch box?”

“ Its locked”

“ We should call the electric man”

“ HAHAHA its not electric man, Aween. Its electrician”

“ You should take the honour and call, Aween. Make a sexy voice..Hi Electric Man, the electric goes off in my flat..and I am all alone…”

“ HAHAHA whatever, what about the rice then?’

“ Shall we bring it to another flat and try cook it over there?”

“Yeahh! Good idea”

So we went up, to floor 2. I turned on the switch, and it still failed all of us.

“ The power’s gone as well in this flat”

“ Yeah, maybe it’s the whole building?”

“ No its not. Rich’s flat isn’t. The TV is on, I think”

“ Ok shall we go?”

So, we went into Rich’s flat. There were so many people there, all sitting together, waiting patiently for X factor to start in a couple of minutes.

“ Hey guysss, sorrrry..do you mind if we borrow one of your sockets?”

“Yeah go ahead”

By this time, only one minute or two, before X factor started. Everybody was already in an eager mood to see who got voted out that night. I was the only one, on the opposite side of the room, trying to cook some rice.

I put in the plug.

Switched it on.

Then…

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THE TV WENT OFF!

“ AWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”

Everybody looked at me, in disbelief.

X factor has just started.

I was blur, unaware of the situation.

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.

STILL BLUR.

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STILL BLUR..

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“ AWWEEEEENNN, ITS YOUR RICE COOKER!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Ohhhhhhh??????”

If you still don’t get this, it was actually my beloved rice cooker, which was passed by my beloved sister, was actually the one that was fused and caused the whole three flats ran out of power, just at the right time for the beloved X FACTOR.

Oh how beautiful was that?

Kekla, patutnya Kekla tak layan ja jual mahal Na, tak bagi langsung rice cooker tu. Nyuhuhuh

P/s : thanks anyway, it still served me for 7 days. At least, berfaedah jugak haha

P/s : the electric man came anyway, but at 12 am. Oh NO, it wasnt me who called haha.

Games

2009-10-24T13:59:00.005+01:00

Mat Sallehs, if there is one thing I absolutely remember about them, its definitely going have to be games.

1) The Cereal Box Game

Ever played this game before? I, myself, have never even heard of it, to be honest!

We were celebrating a friend’s birthday the other day in the common room, when one boy came up with this idea.

Basically, what you need to do is;

1) find an empty cereal box.

2) put it in the centre of a circle of people

3) one person has a go first ; bend down and pick up the cereal box with your mouth WITHOUT ANY PART OF THE BODY TOUCHING THE FLOOR. (oh except for both of your feet duhh)

4) everytime you succeed in doing so, rip off a piece of the cereal box, before the next person continues

Ok geddit? Sounds easy, aite? Well, it is, until the box gets smaller (or shorter), as more people rip and rip it off.

There were about 20 of us playing this. The boys were particularly mean that night cit. When they ripped the box off, they didn’t take off a small piece of paper like we girls did, they ripped a big chunk of paper altogether, leaving the cereal box incredibly small! Imagine put a cup on the floor, and try pick it up with your mouth. Gila kan?

By 4th round, I quitted the game voluntarily. When asked why, I said “ The box is not the only got ripped off tonight, it’s definitely my pants as well!”

I lied. Truth was, I was already getting muscle cramps of the diaphragms. Just too embarrassed to admit it. But I reckoned they know, thanks to my posture, which very much looked very osteoporotic the next morning. Huhuhuhuu

2) The Never-Have-I Game

This game is fairly simple as well. You basically say something, in which the sentence has to start with “ Never have I….” The first thing that comes to your mind, is the first thing you have to blurt out. It’s a fast-pace game, going around in a circle. (Circle again? I wonder if there are people who sit together in a triangle shape?)

Anyway..

“ Ok shall we start? Ok Sian, go on!”

“Never have I had a hamster!”

“AUWWWW”

“ Next, James!”

“ Never have I…ever have..I ever..have I never never..ever…ever..I..”

“James’s talking to himself, he’s drunk”

“………………..”

“Ok NEXT!”

“Never have I ….aaa…kissed a girl before”

“ AUWWWW”

“ Ok Luke! “

“ Never have…I pretended to be a girl!”

“ HAHAHAHA”

“ That’s not fair. I’m always Robin Hood in school!” <--- that was one of the girls, HAHAHA so funny.

“ Ok next, AWEEEEEN!!”

“ Aaaaa..Never have I….aaa..touched a guy intentionally!”

“ Never have you what???”

“AUWWWWWWWWW”

“ She’s never touched a guy intentionally before???”

“HAHAHHAHAHA”

“NOOO NOOOO, that’s not what I meant!”

“ What thee…????”

“Seriously?!!”

By this time, the guys dah peluk diri sendiri kuat-kuat and looked at me, as if I am going to any inappropriate harassment!

“ Oh God, No NO NOOO. What I meant was..”

“OK NEXT!!”

Oh dear Na, of all the things, why that?? What I meant was like pegang laki yang bukan mahram tu!

Ok, now they definitely gonna think I am either a lesbian or an old woman who..herm..paham2 sendiri. Tsk

I am definitely going to explain to them during dinner tonight. Tak bole jadi ni. Tak bole tak bole.

Jatuh maruah diriku tsk.

Mythical Stories of the Healers

2009-10-23T18:10:00.006+01:00

You know how most people tend to associate Psychiatry with Orang Gila (which is a sad thing), I think, the same goes to medicine as well.

Although I am still carving my way in a baby-step manner to become a qualified doctor, I believe, I pretty much have at least 60% grasp of how medicine looks like in real life.

Ive seen my dad, siblings, uncle, aunties, cousins, friends etc , and trust me my dear, medicine is definitely not the world where candies, lollipop and money pouring down from the sky. You may think it is, but it’s not.

So let’s see, two famous myths about doctors, I usually come across with;

1) Doctors are genius

Abah once told me, the world population is divided into three categories of people.

1% - People with super-intelligent ability i.e Albert Einstein, Mozart
1% - Unfortunate people with learning disabilities
98% - The remaining is for majority of people. People like you and me! Brain wise, we are equal. Its just pure hard work that differentiate one from the other.

Although this might just be one of Abah’s theories he usually comes up with randomly, I totally agree. Don’t you? So, if you ever think doctors are a bunch of very clever people, then think again. They are just like you, only that they are more of keen-beans when it comes to memorizing endless facts.

(Ok, if I were to pick a career that I extremely respect for its mind-challenging, its definitely those that involves Maths i.e Actuaral Science, Engineering and of course, Mathematician duh.)

2) Doctors are rich

Well, income-wise, doctors are undeniably above average than the normal population. But, doctors are definitely not cash machines the instance they graduate and start working. To become super-rich, doctors have to enter private sectors. To enter private sectors and earn high income, doctors need more paper qualifications. To need more paper qualifications, doctors need to study more. And when it means study more, its tedious work and involves years and years of studying. By the time they are approved specialists, they have more grey hair than the money they make. Huhuhu

(Ok, I exaggerate a bit. But hey, it is true though. Abah says if you want to be rich, become a businessman. Don’t take up medicine because of money. Oh, unless you open a private clinic – that’s medicine and business, then that’s a different story altogether)

But if you think doctors are a group of homo-sapiens that sleep more than they eat (since they are too tired to eat), have constant worries of their patients and wear hospital-smell perfume, then you are definitely right!Hehs

Ok, I need to get ready now. I am going out with my friends tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t drink and drive ^_^

p/s : Oh, in case you are wondering, Psychiatry is not primarily for Orang Gila. It’s like other fields in Medicine, just that it deals with the mind mostly. So, if you use to stigmatize this field, then please, spare some time to ‘get to know’ what this field is all about. You’ll be amazed of how interesting it is. (Yes, I am even considering it as one of my options for future career~)

p/s : Am planning to go skiing this winter hols!

p/s : I stumbled upon this picture when cleaning up my computer just now. I just think its lovely although I think I look very ‘lebar” %^$%*&!!. Anywayyyyy, credit to Rus who took it haha.

Psych is Ef.Yu.En

2009-10-23T00:32:00.003+01:00

You know, psychiatry is interesting. I did mention this before, I think. It’s different, well to me, a complete different approach to patients than the normal clinical setting.

Anyway, I saw a patient with my registrar, the other day in a supposed-to-be ‘dangerous’ ward. No, no, don’t get me wrong. Although the name is HELL Ward which I haven’t come to conclusion why THAT name, its far from being the gloomy, daunting Psychiatric Ward we are used to watch on television. It’s basically for unstable patient i.e just like ITU (Intensive Care Unit) to the Medical Ward.

Back to my story, it was a 41-year-old gentleman diagnosed with Schizophrenia. The history traced back when he started having this delusion that people around him were trying to kill him. Felt threatened, he actually created an explosive item for this people, mind you! But thankfully, he was admitted to the hospital before he even got the chance to pull the trigger of the bomb and kill the poor people. Fuh.

So, since then, he had been in this hospital and was under treatment with anti-psychotic drug. One day, the doctor reduced the dose of his drug for she thought, the patient was doing fine. Unfortunate enough for him, he had relapse i.e his psychotic symptom reappeared, hence so was the delusion.

The team who took care of him, didn’t actually realize of this, in the first few days since he always kept to himself, not showing any changes compared to the previous dose of medication.

Then…(ok come the interesting part, get ready!), his mother came one day to visit him..

And she brought a souvenir with her…

But no, it was the least expected souvenir you would expect a mom would bring in for her son..

No, it wasn’t a bouquet of flower..

It wasn’t a box of chocolate..

It definitely wasn’t a stack of Playstation DVDs..

So, are you ready for the revelation now?

It was a…

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A CHAINSAW!!!!

I KNOW!! I was like “wuhat????”

What on earth was she thinking bringing a chainsaw into a hospital??

Turned out, she herself had psychiatric problem too, and was actually trying to help out her son to face his fears, as she actually drop-dead believed that were people trying to harm her son.

Oh, in case you are wondering, she’s now warded in the same hospital as well. In separate rooms, obviously, although she pleaded to be in the same room as her son. Oh bless her~

Told ya, psychiatry is fun ^_^

p/s : Before they took away the chainsaw, the doctor asked him “ What’s this for?” Of all the answers in world to cover his act, this was the one he chose “ Oh..its my necklace” .

p/s : And he was on aggressive treatment straight away then. Thank God.

p/s : Demam sgt meletihkan. (=_=)'

Happy Birthday, Ciman!

2009-10-21T23:54:00.012+01:00

It was Ciman’s birthday party last Saturday. In case you still haven’t fully grasped who’s who in the kiddo’s world , well allow me to make your life easier then;

Ciman : Aiman Muqhri (err ceni ke eja die Kak myra? ) is my cousin’s (in Bristol) first child.

Azan : Dani Yazdan is the 2nd child. Aka Cimin to Ciman

Iyan : Dani Raiyan is the 3rd and also called as Cimon by Ciman.

Damdam : My other cousin, Kak Yin’s (in London) first child. Real name is Adam Zachry.

Elyas : My friend’s (well started as Kak Ella’s KMYS friend to be exact) first child.

And last but not least,

Kashful : Is my very own nephew in Malaysia which I so miss to cuddle right now. Tsk.

Anyway, back to the party. Im not in the mood to write anything regarding that, thanks to this sudden fever that I’ve got. Ni pun baru bangun tido, habis baca pasai schizo, pastu nak masuk tidoq balik. Ingat ka tak, hentam sajala labu..Oh well, I guess I’ll manage to remember hopefully, as I go along with this Psychiatric attachment.

Picture paints a thousand words, so let these paint yours ok?

Left : Azan, Right : Elyas

Front row : Azan, Elyas, Iyan, Ciman. Second row : Abang Addi, Damdam, Abang Aloy.

I think I know what to get Damdam for his next Birthday *wink wink*

Kak Myra, I bet my last penny, Ciman besar2 nanti jadik Engineer.

p/s : I took Paracetamol with apple juice and ive been burping non-stop, even in my sleep! Not like the loud one, but the small, annoying ones tu. I guess they don’t go hand-in-hand la kot kan?

p/s : I wonder if engineers like to play Lego when they were small? Hmm, if they do, then my theory is correct then. ^^

Random Language Teaching

2009-10-21T17:08:00.005+01:00

I had a teaching with one of the Psychiatrists today on History Taking. It was good, and I managed to answer most of the Q *wink wink*. Alhamdulillah.

After the session ended, my groupmate A made a random statement;

A : You noticed Dr A’s ear?

Me : Oh what’s with her ear?

A : She doesn’t have the lower part of the ear. (Pointing to her own ear)

Me : Ohh that part. I don’t have it either. Its called cuping.

A : HAHAHA really? Cu what?

Me : Ok say it with me. Cu..

A : Cu..

Me : Ping..

A : Ping..

Me : Cuping!

A : Cuping!

Me : Yeah good girl! You got it, cuping!

A : So you are non-cuping?

Me : ………….

I know, I know, I tend to teach the locals here weird Malay words. But most of the time, I’d be dumbfounded when they start to combine them with English words, and come up with a new vocab like non-cuping. Non-cuping?? Its supposed to be Tiada Cuping. Apparently, she likes the word non-cuping very much now, that she plans to go to any of her friends who don’t have them, and say it out loud ; YOU ARE NON –CUPING! (=___=)

Anyway, I was in the car with James today, to buy some groceries at Tesco. He saw me, writing my shopping list in Malay and asked me to teach him. So, I taught him the simplest words written there; Roti and Sabun. Simple kan? But he sort of combined them together and came up with something like..Robun. Tsk (=____ ___=)

Once, I taught my friend the word Meja. And if there’s two meja, it would be Dua Meja. If there are more meja, then its Meja-Meja. Couple minutes later, she saw three meja, and she said..MEJA MEJA MEJA..Tsk (=_________________=)

I guess, I better stick to the formal words like Apa Khabar and Selamat Pagi la eh?

p/s : Apparently, my friends here made a point to remember a part of my name each week. So, this week, they have to memorise Wan. By the end of this 5-week attachment, they should be able to know my full name then; Wan Syazween Lyana Wan Ahmad Kammal. LOL

Maniac

2009-10-20T13:23:00.003+01:00

(NB : This is a long entry. So, kalau ngantuk, tidurlah dulu okeh?)

I like 4th year. Although I am thrown to God-forsaken places which I just come to know most of my friends don’t like them, I, myself have no complaints. Being in a new environment makes me work harder since I am not in my comfort zone, surrounded by the warm, cozy duvet and ten pillows. Yes, I DO have that many pillows in my room. Like a friend said, I am an Orang-Tua-Perasan-Masih-Baby, hence I am a BABY BESAR. Take off the S, then I’ll be a BABY BEAR. LOL ok stop it Na, you are not making any sense now.

Anyway, being away from Cardiff, means that I have to be a lone-ranger; and mostly, it is always about travelling alone. I am alright though. I have been travelling alone, since first year anyway. I was lucky, since Ive never really had any dangerous encounter with weird people i.e perverts and what nots. Ok I lied, there was this one time, a drunken man, half-naked waist-down peeing in front of the train station and was literally, signaling me over to join him. Gila ka apa. Other than that, I can call myself; pretty lucky, I guess.

So last Friday, I was travelling back to Cardiff after finally finishing 5-week attachment in Swansea. I was planning to take the train at 6, (yes, travel early is an important key of travelling alone), but something came up with my debit card, bla bla bla bla end up, I had to go back at 9! 9 was considered late enough there, especially when Swansea was not a busy town and night descended as early as 6.

I was alone, waiting for the train. There were other 4 people, a couple, a girl and a guard. Then came this guy sitting next to me. He looked a bit disheveled, and the stench of alcohol coming out from his breath was just terrible, that I had to literally breathe through my mouth. He suddenly asked ;

“ Where are you from?”

I said “ Malaysia”

Then, he started talking non-stop, cursing the far-east countries. I was feeling uncomfortable, but I just did not want to shoot off suddenly as I was afraid I might piss him off.

Then he popped another question;

“ You know what keeps me sane?”

“No”

In a husky voice, he said..

“SEX…”

Ok shit! He started talking and talking about THAT. Ok shit shit. Am I sitting next to a sex maniac? Gosh, I have to shoot off now!

The train came, I quickly stood up and made my way towards it.

“ Ohh..thats my train as well”

SHITT! Please stop following me please.

He sat right in front of me and continued talking about THAT. This time, making out certain positions which I had no idea what ( I don’t watch Porn just so you know), but im sure he was appearing to be enjoying what he was mumbling about. I kept telling myself to shoot off, but I didn’t know what came over me. I was like rooted to the seat, afraid that if I act too obvious, something bad would happen. Stupid kan?

The middle-aged ladies sitting on the other side of the train were looking at him, probably trying to comprehend why in the world was he talking about such absurdly-obscene stuff to a girl with scarf. The train stopped, and all of the passengers in the coach that I was on, got off. And…that left me…only….with…HIM!! ALONE!

He started drinking. Ok that was a bad sign. Bad bad sign.

Looking over his shoulder at the middle-aged ladies, he said slowly..

“ I don’t like old women like them..I like…girls…like you….in pajamas…in bed..cuddling..”

SHITTTT!!

Ok Na, stop being so naïve! Get up now!

“ If..I give you..hmmm..50 pounds…would you want to go to bed with me?”

Ok that was it! I gathered my stuffs and left abruptly.

I was paranoid he would come back, kept looking behind in case he appeared. 40 minutes to arrive at Cardiff felt like forever.

Gosh, I wonder why in the world was I so blur? Come to think again, anything could happen kan? Ya Allah, cam gerun plak pikir sekarang.

Yes I know, partially it was my fault. I should have acted earlier, complaining to a guard or anything. Im so grateful now to Him, for nothing bad had happened.

So Na, the morals now;

1) I wont travel at night alone
2) I’d have at least 50 pounds cash with me at ALL time
3) I NEED to un-blur myself quicker.

Hish, bahaya bahaya.

p/s : 50 pounds je??? Oh terhinanya diriku rasa.

p/s : Am doing Psychiatry at the moment. I LOIKE!

p/s : I miss Kashful and the twins in Bristol. Damdam taknak main ngan Tina, cemana Tina nak miss Damdam? ;P

Kisah Seorang Manusia Yang Naif

2009-10-08T23:43:00.002+01:00

Assalamualaikum people!

N/B : Na akan cuba tulis dalam Bahasa Melayu sbb takut seorang kawan omputih yang Na akan cerita ni pi google nama dia pastu jumpa blog na pastu kecik ati sebab tulis pasai dia tanpa kebenaran. Wakakaka. Oh lupa, nama dia yang Robert tu.

Na ada sorang kawan ni baru kenai. Dia pandai, tapi dia loyaq buruk sket. Eh bukan sket, BANYAK.

Aritu atas bas, dia cerita satu peristiwa pelik yang dia kena masa dekat ward;

Masa tu dia dekat Ward Orang-Orang Tua, tengah ikut sorang registrar ni. Sekarang, Na apa ni dekat Ward Orang-Orang Tua, so kebanyakan patient macam confused. Bila Na kata confused, memang depa confused betui; alaaa macam bila kita bangun tidoq confused , kita cakap merapu suma tu. Boleh bayang kan?

So kawan Na ni duk laa ikut registrar dia. Ikut pi ikut mai..pusing-pusing 2-3 ward sampai takdak keja. Tatau nak buat apa dah, si registrar ni dengan besnya kata kat kawan Na..

“ I want you to go to bed 3 and write down all her (the patient’s) drugs for me”

Kawan Na ni dengan naïf nya pi la melulu kat katil 3 tu. Dia kata, ada sorang nenek omputih tua dok tidoq ataih katil tu. So, dia pun amek pelan-pelan drug chart kat hujung katil, bukak pelan-pelan…

Tiba-tiba, patient tu jaga and tengok dekat dia.

Dia tengok balik kat nenek tu.

Sepatutnya takpa la kan kalau patient jaga kan? Tapi tau patient ni kata apa kuat-kuat dalam ward dekat kawan Na ni?

“ I WANT TO F* THIS BOY!!”

Kawan Na ni plak, dahla pekak, pi tanya balik nenek tu sebab dia ingat dia dengaq salah benda.

“Huh? What?”

“ I SAID I WANT TO F* THIS BOY!!!!” Kali ni, patient tu siap tunjuk2 lagi ngan tangan!

Nenek ni cakap kuat gilaaaaa sampai satu ward tengok dia. Nenek ni memang ada confusion, so suma orang tengok kawan Na ni sorang, mcm dok pikiaq “Apa laaa yang menarik sangat kat mamat ni sampai makcik ni kata camtu”

Kawan Na dah start gelabah ngan malu gila. Dia tengok kat registrar yang duk kat luaq ward, kot-kotla boleh cabut ngan takyah salin nama-nama ubat tu.

Registrar tu dengan besnya buat muka tak heran bagi isyarat suruh continue sambil tahan gelak! Obviously saja nak pekena.

So mamat ni pun dengan NAIFNYA sekali lagi dokla salin nama-nama ubat yang berjela tu sambil nenek tua tu dok meluahkan hasrat hatinya.

“ I WANT TO F* YOU!!!”

“I WANT TO F* YOU!!!”

Ada dekat 5-10 minit dia dok ulang benda tu kat kawan Na.HAHAHA kesian gila.

Ok tu ja, kena tidoq awai, esok kena present depan consultants. Babai.

p/s : My open house this Saturday!

p/s : Macam tergantung ja cita ni. Abaikan wakakakakakaka.

Happy Week

2009-10-01T21:01:00.003+01:00

Assalamualaikum~

You know, I have a flaw. A serious one indeed. You see, just like someone once mentioned, I am very honest with my feelings, and I portray them very well with my facial expressions. Happy news especially, I find them exceptionally difficult to keep them only to myself.

Anyway, I am very happy-mappy this week! It kinds of boringly happy, I tell you. Hehs

First incident:

Last Sunday, on a train

I was sitting alone, sms-ing my friend when three Mat Salleh gentlemen came to join me. Two, sitting in front of me (facing me), and one next to me.

First guy : What’s your name darling?

Na : (main handphone)

First guy : What’s your name darling?

Na : (still main handphone, yes sometimes I can be partially deaf)

Second guy : She’s busy, mate.

Na : Oh are you talking to me? Sorry, come again.

First guy : Yes, what’s your name love?

Na : Oh sorry, its Aween.

First guy : Do you know…you are a very attractive lady?

Na : Come again? (Pergh betul kah apa yang ku dengar ini?? This time, mari belakon jadi pekak kehkeh)

First guy : You are attractive, do you know that?

Na : Ohhh am I? (Ceh buat-buat tanya padahal tgh kembang kempis idungku waktu ini)

First guy : She’s pretty , isn’t she?

Second guy : Yeahh

Third guy : You like her, don’t you?

FUIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Kena puji ngan omputih woooooooo! HAHAHAHA jakun . Either they were being super-nice or super-honest, I don’t care. A compliment is still a compliment. KEHKEHKEH.

Ok tamat sudah cerita pertama.

Second incident :

Today, undergraduate common room;

You see, I had a ward round and a clinic with this particular Stroke consultant last few days. Today, I was supposed to join him in a ward round, but something came up. I met my two partners, David and Hannah for the afternoon teachings.

Hannah : Hey Aweeeen! What were you up to this morning?

Na : Heyyy! How was the ward round?

Hannah : Dr T asked about you. He was like “ Where’s the other girl?”

Na : Oh was he mad??

Hannah : Nahh, not at all. You know, he said you were good! He was like, “ She’s really good, isn’t she?”

Na : Reallllllllllllllllllllly???

Ok for the second time, FUIYOOOOOOO!!! Kena puji ngan consultant wooooo! That definitely feels goooooood!

Ya saya sangat jakun dengan pujian. Saya kan perempuan. LOL

Im sure you have your days as well. This is mine, and let me dwell into this happiness a little bit more ok? ;P

p/s : Alhamdulillah

p/s : Rindunye dak-dak Cardiff. Girls, we need to do some catch-up session ok!! Musti musti!

I Miss Those Days.

2009-09-30T21:52:00.004+01:00

Assalamualaikum~

Ive just been informed; I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE FOR THE SECOND TIME! Yup, my sister-in-law is pregnant~ Weeee ^^

It feels like only yesterday my siblings and I were still young and small; Abudi, Kekwa, Kekla, Abenjek, Me and Suzie. I think it was a pure miracle how Abah and Mama could put up with each and every one of us. You see, age-wise, we are not far apart, only by 2-3 years. (Oh well, except for Suzie who is 6 years younger than me. Suzie, Kekna rasa Suzie anak angkat.Hoho) So, if one of us pulled a prank one day, you can expect the next day, another one would do the same.And it went on and on until the day we were big enough to know when to stop. Funny, but Mama and Abah never laid their hands on us. I can bet my last penny; Abah and Mama never really had a relaxing time only to themselves back then; raising us all up like a small battalion of army. Poor them.

It sure is fun to sit down with my family, and reminisce the funny times during those days. And it was even funnier to know how melodramatic we could be when we were small. Back then, I was a born cry-baby. By that, I would literally shriek at the top of my lung whenever things did not go my way. Scared, I’d cry, embarrassed , I’d cry, too happy, I’d cry. LOL. Surprised I am still now, to notice that my family members can still preserve their auditory ability and not anywhere near the region ‘deaf’, from all those high-pitch sounds coming out of my throat.

I still remember a scene I created one fateful day. I was still small, about 6 years old. Like we always do every night, we were spending our quality time together, watching TV and joking around. Something came up, which I can’t remember what it was, and as expected, I cried. Duh.And when I cried, believe me, I would shed every single tear, leaving the tear gland almost empty. No seriously, I WAS that dramatic. Usually, Mama or Abah would come to the rescue, wheedling me with sweet, soothing words to which I would put up a white flag and switched off the voice chord.

But, that particular night, for the first time, I wasn’t able to catch their attention. I guess Mama and Abah were just tired. Knowing that I could not stop crying of my own will and accord, as it would trash my ego, I wailed even louder. Still, nothing happened. Everybody was like a stone, glued to the television. So, spontaneously, I tried out a new trick. In between the sobbing, like a talented actress (or so I thought), I said,

“ Takdak sapa sayang Na dah. Na nak bunuh diri! Bunuh Na! Bunuh Na sekaghang jugakk!”

Everybody looked at me. Ok gotcha! Just when I thought my plan was nearing the finish line, Mama replied,

“ Bunuh Na? Haa pi la amek pisau kat dapuq pi”

Cit! Feeling rejected, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and went straight back to the living room,

“sob sob ..NAHH pisau. Bunuhhh Naaa!”

I was still trying my best to be dramatic. Oh Na, how pathetic tsk.

“HAHAHAHA Na, tu pisau apaaa..Cucuk pun tak tembuih! HAHAHAH”

I looked at my hand, the thing I was holding was actually...

…

PISAU SAPU BUTTER.

(=________________=)

Deym!

Cubaan untuk menagih simpati tidak menjadi. Malu gila.Tsk.

"Hehehehe.." At times like this, you are only left with one option; sengih cam kerang busuk tahan malu. Aduh.

Oh dear God, why in the world did you come up with such plan, Na??

Anyway, Abah and Mama, thanks for being so patient raising us all up. If it weren’t for both of you, we would never be where we are today. =)

Till then people, I better pen down now and start reading on Stroke. Have a good day ok? Bye!

Selamat Hari Raya ^^

2009-09-28T00:12:00.006+01:00

Assalamualaikum people!

I hope its not too late for me to say this “ Selamat Hari Raya y’all!!”. (I doubt there’s anyone out there still reading this blog lol).

So how did your raya go? Mine, was fun. How can Raya not be fun? It HAS to be, right right right?

Well, not all jolly-good-fun though. I spent approximately 85% of this Raya whining to a particular person (Yes Malliza, its you hot preggie lady!), how old I felt. No seriously, it never really struck me before , but this time around, the ever-sensitive-word-to-every-woman-living-on-earth, hit on me like a malevolent, malicious, catastrophic, spiteful, hurtful and horrid atomic bomb slapped on my face. “OLD”.

Old.

I repeat “OLD”.

Waaaaaaaa.

Ok not that old though, Im only 23, still young, full of spirit and life. Ceh. I might have hurt anyone of you reading this , particularly if you are older than me. Kahkah lagi tua.Padan muka. Ok Na, jahat gila.

Anyway, it all started with a simple traditional gesture, salam. Salam, that’s like a must in every raya. Every kid, from 15 to like 3 years old, all queued up to show the elderly some sort of respect. And I, was not excluded from the elderly range.

And then, there was this particular young lady. Looked like she was about my age. I held out my hands to her and you know what she did? She literally tunduk and cium tangan Na! Like cium cium tu! I was like, “ eh dia ni umoq bapa?” So I asked her “ Blaja sini ke?” Her answer was expected though; she was only 1 year younger than me occcayyyyyyy!! Pfft rasa tua gila . Then again, turned out, she kissed everybody’s hands. Ok I forgave her.

I don’t blame them though. I was with the twins like ALL the time. Besala, Abang Addi (my cousin’s hubby in Bristol-pic above) awarded me with a new title “ bibik wiken”. Memang gaya macam mak-mak kot. Dang!

Sat sat tak habis lagik!There was this one time, I was playing with Damdam (real name : Adam Zachry), pimpin tangan him and jalan-jalan around. I stopped to catch my breath for a minute right in front of this anonymous person. The conversation stepped in ;

Unknown : Letih ke bawak die jalan-jalan?

Na : Ha ah.

Unknown : Anak ek?

Na : Eh tak tak, anak kazen.

Unknown : Oh ingatkan anak. Baju sedondon.

Na : ??!!!

Although it was a very BIG compliment to say Damdam as my kid ( rambut die perang ok), tapi Na muda lagik laa.Tsk tsk.

I used to say, I don’t really care if people call me kakak. I used to say nonchalantly “ Alaaa apa ada pada umor. We can always be young at hearts”. Aiceh. But I guess, Ive finally joined the anti-TUA group. Eh salah. Anti-PENUAAN group. I blame my current placement for this; its Care of the ELDERLY. I repeat, ELDERLY. Huhu

I better stop now, I have to sleep now. Sleep too late and worry too much, I’d grow wrinkles out of every exposed skin on my body. Taknak taknakkk.

Ok babai!

p/s : Aiming for another two excellent marks for my placement case reports!

p/s : Raya is not just about forgiving others, its also about forgiving yourself. So Wan Syazween Lyana bt Wan Ahmad Kammal, saya maafkan awak. HAHAHAHA lame. (=__+)

p/s : If you can restrain yourself from being attached to these five cute creatures, seriously hebat. Sangat hebat. Kak Myra, I blame you for my new addiction with makhluk kecil ajaib bernama baby. Tsk.

Percakapan Secara Rawak

2009-09-15T22:07:00.006+01:00

Currently, I am based in Swansea Hospital (outside Cardiff) for five weeks. For any news in Cardiff, I would have to contact my housemate, Manje as she is the only left there. YM has always been out mode of communication as we are two thrifty human beings, who always run out of credit;

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:12:24 PM): manjee

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:12:28 PM): yer

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:12:34 PM): ade surat utk aku x?

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:12:49 PM): erm

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:12:55 PM): this week tk der lagii la....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:13:01 PM): last week may be ader...

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:16:47 PM): okes~~

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:16:51 PM): ko pe cite?

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:16:59 PM): hahahahha

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:17:01 PM): not bad...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:17:12 PM): satu rotation ngn pemain rugby wales....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:17:28 PM): erm pastu citer aku pengsan lam teatre....

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:17:33 PM): pengsan?????????

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:17:35 PM): drama gak la...this week

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:17:35 PM): seriussss

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:17:36 PM): ah ah

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:30:13 PM): hahhaha

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:30:19 PM): ape lagi ko buat minggu ni?

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:30:33 PM): arini dok MAU...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:31:09 PM): ohh arini aku ikut F2 yg baik.....

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:35:41 PM): tapi betul la 4th year ni

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:35:49 PM): doktor mmg expect kite tau sume kot

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:35:51 PM): o & g cane?

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:03 PM): agkla....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:06 PM): erm samerla...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:09 PM): tp kalau tk tau...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:17 PM): dia org sgt2 suka nk explain

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:22 PM): so aku happy,,,,

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:36:34 PM): omputih mmg ske ngajar kan

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:41 PM): ah ah

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:45 PM): org gelap pun suka....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:36:48 PM): hahhahahahaah

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:37:11 PM): HAHAHAHAHA

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:37:13 PM): SIOTTTTTTTTT

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:37:27 PM): hahahhaha....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:37:37 PM): bila ko nk balik umah weii...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:37:39 PM): fara ckp

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:37:44 PM): dia tk jumpa ko lg....

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:37:53 PM): fara rindu aku yeya

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:40:31 PM): ok manje yg ade vasovagal syncope

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:40:33 PM): aku nak mandi

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:40:40 PM): eeeeeeeeeeee

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:40:43 PM): mandi malam2...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:40:47 PM): baca yahoo tk arini

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:40:55 PM): wok kundoor tu?

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:40:59 PM): kt shower tuu biasanyer ader m.bovis

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:06 PM): hahaha

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:07 PM): huh????

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:09 PM): hahaha

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:21 PM): nenek msian yg kawen 23 kali

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:23 PM): so biar aku kuar lama2 lu...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:26 PM): br mandiii

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:28 PM): ohh

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:31 PM): tu aku tk tau

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:32 PM): waahhhhhhhhhh

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:34 PM): hebat dia,...

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:35 PM): hahahhaa

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:36 PM): ish ish...

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:37 PM): itula

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:44 PM): kite yang hot ni pun tak kawen lagi

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:41:48 PM): HAHAHAHAH

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:49 PM): hahahahha

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:52 PM): itula pasal

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:41:53 PM): haishhhh

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:42:03 PM): termenung panjang aku mlm niii

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:42:08 PM): muhasabah diri.....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:42:14 PM): hebat sungguh mak cik tuuu

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:42:15 PM): haishhh

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:42:30 PM): HAHAHA

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:42:55 PM): takyah gedik

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:01 PM): pi muhasabah diri.

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:04 PM): dosa pahala

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:14 PM): aku rase bilek ko slalu panas je

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:20 PM): (ade maksud tersirat di situ)

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:43:21 PM): hahahha...alamak

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:43:24 PM): kantoi la plak

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:43:27 PM): haishhh...

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:30 PM): HAHAHA

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:34 PM): tapi serius la manje

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:36 PM): hot gile

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:43:43 PM): ape ek rahsia die

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:43:47 PM): sbb tu kot pengsan...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:43:52 PM): maner boleh kasi tau...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:43:55 PM): kantoila aku....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:00 PM): da222....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:02 PM): g mandiii

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:04 PM): ko ni perasan

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:08 PM): aku ckp pasai makcik tu

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:15 PM): perasan hot eh?

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:21 PM): hhahahha

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:23 PM): aku igt ko ckp

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:24 PM): hot...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:29 PM): byk dosa...cam aku selalu ckp

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:34 PM): silap paham ke aku nii

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:36 PM): haishhh

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:38 PM): ko kalo slalu rase hot

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:40 PM): mungkin....

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:42 PM): menopause

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:48 PM): hahahhaha

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:44:49 PM): nyiahaha

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:44:53 PM): hot flushesss....

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:45:02 PM): dah cik kak

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:45:05 PM): kite da merapu

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:45:15 PM): cemane ko nak jadi doktor lagi 2 tahun ni

awEEn Lia-Na (9/15/2009 8:45:22 PM): hampeh patient ko

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:46:31 PM): hahahhaha....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:46:34 PM): tahu tk per...

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:46:35 PM): da2....

dare manja (9/15/2009 8:46:37 PM): g mandii

Raya in less than a week! Wooopa!

p/s : Am super duper busy ( and thin) atm. I guess, this blog has finally turned into a sarang tikus.

p/s : I am enjoying my placement. By enjoying, I mean : I stay in hospital from 830 -530 everyday, although there's nothing in the timetable. ^^

Can You Spot the Difference?

2009-09-06T01:21:00.003+01:00

Do you know there is a difference between the UK toilet and the Malaysian toilet?

In Malaysia, toilet is TANDAS ;the place to shower and to answer nature’s call. Whereas, to the Brits here, toilet is JAMBAN (a room with a toilet bowl); hence it’s sole purpose is the latter one, ONLY.

So, tell me, has anyone enlightened you with that fact before? Unfortunately for me, nobody did. I knew about this through the hard and embarrassing way. It all traced back 3 years ago, back in my naive 1st year at the hostel I was staying in.

One fateful day, a friend came knocking rigorously on my door;

Eva : Aween! Aweeen!Why is there water dripping from my bedroom ceiling??

Me : Ohhh??! Sorry, it must have been the water from my toilet.

Eva : EUUUUWWW!

Me : (looked very innocent) Errr..why ‘euwww’? It’s only the water from the toilet (i was referring to the water from the shower)

Eva : The water is from your toilet? Your toilet TOILET??? Oh my god Aween, EUWWWW!

Me : Ermm..yep (still very innocent)

Eva : EUUUUWWWW!

Me : Ok seriously, what’s the ‘euwww’ for?

Eva : ??!!(looked like she was going to pass out the next second)

Back then, little did I know how the term toilet was used among Brits here. After series of interrogation, Eva told me ; I should have used the word SHOWER instead. Oh occcayyy!

I don't blame her way-too-shocked-state at that time though.Imagine the conversation in Malay :

Eva : Aween! Aween! Kenape ade air menitik dalam bilik aku??

Me : Ohhh?!! Sorry, tu mesti ayaq from jamban aku.

HAHAHA no wonder she freaked out! DANG! Ayaq from jamban kot! Kalau jadi dekat Na pun, Na geli. (Eva told me, she was imagining water spilling out of the toilet bowl and into her room!)

So basically, if you are planning to visit here, bear in mind;

Toilet : JAMBAN

Shower : TANDAS MANDI

This is just my lay knowledge. How true is this, I don't know. Then again, why am I lecturing you on Toilet and Jamban anyway?!

(The thing is, I am going to share 2 toilets and 1 shower with 9 other people for 5 weeks, hence the obsession with toilet. Hoho)

p/s : This is a fact quoted from a book : Its considered rude to Brits if you ask “where is the TOILET”. WASHROOM is more polite, apparently. (=_=)

Cursed

2009-09-03T01:09:00.005+01:00

From a scale of 1 to 10, how approachable to strangers do you rate yourself?

Me? Honestly, I’d say; 8.9. Seriously, I am THAT approachable. No seriously, I am. The lady who sold her house for her daughter’s education, the proud man who toured half of the world, that lady, this chap, that girl, this lad and even to the extreme of a man who bitched about her ex-wife to me!

And you want to know what’s even funnier? As much as I hate to admit that I myself love talking, usually when it comes to this situation, it’s certainly not me who initiates the conversation. Most of the time, its THEM.Yes, ITS THEM. I think I am cursed. The curse that makes the person next to me babbling spontaneously. No seriously, I really think so.

Anyway, listening to stories is fun. Its like reading story books, only faster. And its even more exciting when it comes from a complete stranger. Because just like the quotation “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”, this time around, its whatever is being told to me on the bus, train or in a flight stays exactly just there, at the same very spot.

However, as much as I like lending my ears to a complete unknown, I myself know very well when the big word BORING hits me. So usually when it descends on me suddenly, I resort to some signals, in hope the other person can read it.

1) Try to look busy i.e sending a text to myself and replying it, back and forth.
2) Bear a very confused look on my face
3) Look right through him/her
4) And YES, look super-duper BORED!

Oh well, these are basic general knowledge. You know, I know, everybody knows right?

Just like I know my place to keep quiet and nod my head religiously whenever the strangers are talking, I’d expect them to know theirs; stop talking when my signals are out. Sadly enough, some just don’t. Tsk.

On a flight to London the other day, the guy next to me even woke me up from my deep slumber just to talk. I repeat : WOKE ME UP FROM SLEEP just to tell me his holidays in Malaysia! He even made an effort to take his laptop from the overhead compartment and showed me the pictures. And he made me guess this and that, and although I got most of the answers wrong, he was just so annoyingly keen to talk. Unfortunately for him, I accidentally dozed off halfway through. I don’t blame myself though, there are times when you just couldn’t stay awake, and that my friend, was definitely one of them. *sigh*

So people, till the day the curse is undone upon me, if you happen to sit next to a lady with a yellow striped bag and you find yourself babbling non-stop unwillingly, rest assured; you must be seating next to me. And please, do read my signals correctly ok for I am so nice, I dont have the heart to shut you off. No seriously, I am. ;p

But then again Malaysians, worry not, for the girl with the curse is currently in the UK right now. Lucky you, you can save your energy from unnecessary mouth exercise LOL.

Till then, bye~

p/s : Had a lovely evening with Adam and Manja at a Mexican Restaurant today. Kenyangnyeeee~~

Welcome Back, Aween!

2009-09-01T23:32:00.004+01:00

I am back in Cardiff. Although it saddens me to leave Malaysia behind, somehow coming back here feels like coming back…HOME.

I know you probably think ; I must have cried myself to sleep due to homesickness. Lucky for me, I didn’t!

Well, I guess, the best way to curb homesickness is to get your head occupied. As long as your mind is bogged up with something else other than mourning for a longer holiday, rest assured; you’ll be fine in less than 24 hours! To sulk is alright, but I usually limit myself to only 1 day for it. (^_^)v

Anyway, lucky me again, I have two special persons to get my mind and hands busy. Mind is busy thinking how can something be so cute, so cheeky, small yet so tembam? Whilst hand is busy cuddling of course! So can you guess who they are?

Meet…

The twins from Bristol!

Cute aren’t they? If there is one sinful act a baby can do, that’s definitely for being such a cutie bom bom!The one under the blanket is Dani Yazdan( the elder brother), the other one is Dani Raiyan. They are two cheeky muchkins i.e Ciman (Aiman Muqri)’s little brothers. Altogether, they are my cousin’s kids and they are just 1 hour away from Cardiff! *so happy that I fainted several times*

So to my friends in Cardiff, c’mon lets embark our journey as 4th year meds! Although we will be deported to hospitals-in-god-forsaken-remote-places-away-from-each-other-where-there-may-be-no-ayam-halal-and-hence-we-probably-munch-vegetables-day-in day-out-and-stop-when-we-finally-look-like-an-anorexic-goat, chin up ok! 2 more years, and God willing we will be competent doctors. Amin!

Till then, bye~

p/s : Ili, its never too late to catch our dreams kan kan?

p/s : Someone said I'd make a great mother. That coming from a guy is flattering. Haha ;p

p/s : Am currently suffering from sore throat hence, having a voice that is so sexy, even sexier than Mulan Jameela. (=_=)’

The Reason to Stay

2009-08-26T04:45:00.004+01:00

Everytime summer ends, I wish I were stronger.

Although I know I am already a 23-year-old grown-up, who is becoming wiser and matured each day (hope so), there is one thing about me, I refuse to change.

You can definitely guess this correctly, if you are clever enough to notice what my most ramblings here are centered on; MY FAMILY.

Yes, I refuse to change the fact that I am very emotionally attached to my family.

Is it wrong? I don’t think so. If there is one thing I cherish the most in my life, that would certainly be my family. (Followed by my friends of course).

Dad once told me this, and its one of his sayings that sticks permanently to my head ;

“Kalau orang nak cakap besaq, biaq pi dekat dia. Tapi kalau dia cakap besaq pastu perjatuhkan keluarga dengan kawan kita, baru kita lawan balik”.

Ok enough rambling Na, have to start getting ready now.

Selamat berpuasa.

Bye.

p/s : The big family is planning to come to UK next May~~

p/s : Am thinking of doing elective in HKL next summer.^^

Baby Kashful - Entry 1

2009-08-15T19:56:00.002+01:00

As I have promised before, taraaa ;

A certain someone told me, my life would change drastically once a baby is born. Not MY baby of course, my nephew to be exact. I guess, he was right after all.

Aged only 4 days old, Kashful has definitely made a big difference to our life.

1) Although his tiny size is a cute 57 cm only, he occupies the space more than an entourage of orang masuk minang. Seriously. The cozy chair has to be removed to give space for his cradle. The small coffee tables are nowhere to be seen now, thanks to his new playing area (more like a mattress for him to sleep next to his best friend, Mr Elmo).

2) Everyday we wake up, the first thing we’d ask “ Kashful buatpa?”. Abah comes home from his clinic twice a day now to have a look at him. Abang Zahrul rushes home from work to cuddle him. Because, trust me, once you start to lay your eyes on a baby, you never want to take them away. Its true, right?

3) He caught a mild fever on his 2nd day of life. For the first time in the history of my family, we gathered around in the living room and discussed thoroughly about it! READ : ABOUT A FEVER! Kak Ella in Kuala Lumpur was well informed too. The best pediatrician was contacted. And Suzie and I, were forbidden to crack any joke, until his fever settled down. (Heheh actually, Kak Fira was so worried that day she cried, so Suzie and I shouldn’t be having fun and giggling behind her right?)Anyway, when I got a hideous sty(ketumbit) during the wedding ceremony last month, nobody seemed to care tsk. My problem was much worse ok?!! Lol anyway, the little baby is fine and healthy now, alhamdulillah.

4) And lastly, whenever he cries, our world would stop abruptly. As if it is an emergency call, each and every one of us would come to his rescue. And if Mama and Kak Fira are not around at that particular moment, the three stooges (Abah, Abenjek and I) would compete which of our technique is the best one to cool the baby down.

i) Abah’s – the CAK-CAK technique
Lower down your torso bit by bit and at the same time, agah the baby by saying his name i.e “kash! Kash!kash!”. Repeat the same thing endlessly until the crying stops.

The result : Worked for a while then, baby Kashful cried again. Suzie said, baby must have been in a shock (or annoyed haha), hence the reason he stopped crying. Sori ye Abah.

ii) Abenjek’s – the TEPUK technique
Very easy. Tepuk tepuk perut baby and at the same time say this “ Kekwaaaa cepatt ni haih cepatt”.

The result : Obviously, failed miserably. Isk naya anak Abenjek nanti isk.

iii) Na ‘s – the MOTHERLY technique aiceh

Pick up the baby, cuddle him close to your heart and sing him a lullaby.

The result : OBVIOUSLY, it works like magic!! Everytime baybeh!

However, my victory was hampered by Abenjek's statement;

" Dah letak Kashful dekat ketiak Na, bau hangit sangat, padan aaa diam!"

Ok seriously, jahat gilaaaaaaaaaa!Na pakai deodorant siang malam ok!!!

Tsk.

Anyway people, I know some of you may think, I may be too excited of this newborn. But seriously, dukung pun tak puas, rasa taknak letak je. I even skipped my dinner accidentally today, syok sgt cuddle dia. Oh malasnye nak balik UK =’(

p/s : Kak Ella and Abang Faiz, cant wait to see you guys this Wednesday. Kita BBQ birthday Na ok?

p/s : Ye, birthday saye 19 Ogos. *wink wink*

p/s : I found this video on Youtube. Definitely going to try this tomorrow! Cannot tell Abah or Abenjek about this, nanti depa curi idea. ;P

My Kid is Better Than Yours =P

2009-08-12T21:05:00.009+01:00

First and foremost, alhamdulillah.

The anticipated first grandchild of the family has finally stepped his tiny lil feet into this world on 11th of August 2009, weighing handsomely at 3 kg. His name? Kashful Azim =)

Anyway, have you ever imagined how your child is going to be like one day? I know I have. Don’t worry, its purely normal to picture yourself with kids in the future. That’s partly the reason why people get married; breeding ensures our human race continues to exist on this planet, right? Well, at least that’s what I think (^_^)v

You see, my family and I, we always sit down and talk on random topics (Yes, we RARELY ramble on medical stuff unless it is super weird or funny). The other day, lying cozily in my room, we were ‘brainstorming’ the above topic. Trying to combine the traits from each of us (plus our soul mates), here’s the result;

1) Abudi and Kak Liyana

A motorbike addict + an ENT (Ear, Nose and Throat) specialist = A cute one-year-old baby boy who, instead of crawling, starts to explore his imagination by riding on his bantal golek, motionlessly. Capable of using cotton buds very efficiently and probably be teaching his cousins on how to keep their ears and noses clean. Let’s just pray he wont be preaching them on “How to Correctly Pick Your Nose”. Amen!

2) Abang Zahrul and Kekwa

A perfectionist architect + a workaholic Nephrologist (Kidney Specialist) = A prim and proper, handsome 3-year-old kid who graduates 2 years earlier, with a First-Class Honors certificate from the Kindergarten of Super Intelligent Kids. Yes, even the famous Adi Putra shivers at the thought of him. Also, capable to urinate and put on diapers by himself at a very young age. Probably be teaching his male cousins the importance of lifting up the toilet seat, before peeing.

3)Abang Faiz and Kekla

A football junkie + a Baju Kebaya addict = An active one-year-old boy whose first achievement is kicking a ball around the house, using every part of his body; starting with the foot, then the torso, the back , the nose (??) and ending with the head. Highly likely will be the hot stuff among the other smaller female cousins , since his mom used to say; “Guy who plays football is uber macho”. Probably, will be using this opportunity to trick them to buy kain batik from him, to make kebaya. Ok, now he sounds like err….pondan.

4)Abenjek and Jennifer Connelly

An XBOX addict + Gadis Melayu Terakhir = A pretty 3 year-old kid who is so skillful in cooking, she can turn dry leaves into Itik Golek! Since she will be the apple among the male cousins, this girl is very capable to make other female cousins green with envy and probably, unintentionally turn them into small Incredible Hulks. (Ok, on second thought, Im imagining toyol lol). Not to forget, thanks to her father’s XBOX training, she holds the title of champion of dancemat tournament for 3 years in a row. Ahh yes, she blushes very easily upon seeing Jamal Abdillah on tele singing the song “Gadis Melayu”, for which she seriously believes is dedicated especially for her.Perasan.

5) Suzi and Chad Michael Murray

The fashion police + bellardi rich surgeon (Suzie, I know you’d fall easily for rich guys) = A cute girl who designs her own clothing line at the age of 2, use Chanel makeup bag as her pencilbox, Estee Lauder lipsticks as her colour pencils, and Christian Dior scarves as her pampers. Easy said; the smaller version of Paris Hilton. Oh and of course, only falls for handsome, rich kid. So other male cousins, better keep out now before you are devastated later. Seriously.

And lastly,

6) Na and..

…

Hugh Jackman!

Ok laugh all you want. I don’t care, I want him!Want him! Want him!(=___________=)

Ok Na, focus! I wont describe mine. Enough said, all the good traits from the ancestors, every cousin, every auntie and uncle, mom, dad and taraaaaa….the SuperKid! Super KID not SuperMAN ok. Certainly not the one wearing red undie on top of blue-skintight-one-piece-garment euw! My kid is sooooo cute, soooo intelligent, sooo every positive thing, you’d wish he were yours *smirk*. Ok, I am going too far now LOL ;P

Kikikiki.

Ok babai!

p/s : Kashful’s pic cant be uploaded. I don’t know why =’(

p/s : Abang Zahrul, no offence, but im assuming anyone who deals with drawing and designing is a perfectionist, no?

p/s : Although I find male surgeons are hot (what? Most girls do!!), I don’t really mind what my future husband works as, as long as it’s professional and halal.

Pencuri

2009-08-10T20:06:00.002+01:00

It was 930 pm. Unlike any other nights, tonight, I was left alone with my younger sister, Suzie. Everybody else was at the hospital, since my eldest sister would be induced for labour tomorrow.

We were in the dry kitchen, busy attending our own work, while waiting for Abah to come home from clinic. Suzie was revising Physics diligently, with my eagle eyes inspecting her every 10 seconds, in case she dozed off.

15 minutes later, we heard a ruffling sound outside the kitchen. “Oh, Abah must have arrived home already ,” Suzie muttered under her breath. As I walked to the kitchen door, just to ensure our safety, I asked “ Abah ka tu?”. No reply. So, I asked again, this time, a bit louder “ABAH KA TU??” Still no reply. I was dead sure, I heard footsteps just now! And the ruffling sound was certainly not just a wild imagination of mine. Drop-dead-sure!!

As I got nearer to the kitchen door, the door lock began to shake vigorously. Seemed like somebody was trying to open the door. I asked again “ ABAH KA TU???” Still no reply. The sound was getting louder. Repeatedly, I asked again and again. (You see, sometimes, Abah loves to play a prank on us, the ever innocent kids.)

Then, the worst fear began to unfold, the kitchen lock turned 180 degree and clicked open! I didn’t think twice, I locked the door again! I must have pissed off whoever that person was. For the last time, I asked again “ BETUL KA BUKAN ABAH NI???” Ok, this was it,no burglar in his right mind would answer that question, Na! No answer heard as expected, only the sound of grunting breath and dangling keys against the kitchen door.

On the very top of my lung, I screamed out ; “ SUZIEEEE, DIA TAK REPLY!!!BUKAN ABAH, BUKAN ABAAAAHH!!DIA DOK BUKAK PINTU DAPOQ!!! LARI LARI NAIK ATAIH CEPAT!!CEPATT!!!!!” Like a bolt of lighting, I ran as fast as my feet would allow me. Leaving a puzzled Suzie a few steps behind, I kept on screaming ; “CEPAT CEPAT CEPAAATTT!!!” Seriously, if this were to be a 100m sprint , we must have made a new Olympic world record. Trust me, macam pelesit sorang-sorang.

Got into our room safely, we locked every door. (Note : All the rooms are connected to each other by a toilet, so basically, there are 3 major doors that needed to be locked) From the corner of my bedroom window, I made a sneak peek at the kitchen door outside. You see, our windows are rather weird ; you can only see the outside world only in broad daylight, because when night descends, trust me, you never know who is watching you from outside.

Slowly but surely, I opened the window to have a clearer vision of the culprit. The window was only half opened, when my curiosity was answered…by this ;

“ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!”

I recognized that wicked laugh!It was Abah, after all!!!!@#$!&@*(#^*!()

Seriously Na, 23 years old and you still fall for the same old lame trick?? How pathetic! Thanks to our still ashen faces, we were made the laughing stocks all night long. Pffffttt!

p/s : Apparently, Abah was already giggling to himself while he was making the scary attempt to open the kitchen door. Thanks to the see through windows, he could already see us panicking then.Seriously Abah, why this kind of windows why why WHY??

p/s : Masa pecut lari naik tangga masuk bilik, I used my veto power as the eldest dengan mengarah Suzie untuk mengunci dua pintu whereas I only kunci one. MUAHAHAHAHAHA macam siol punya kakak.

Wedding Bell!

2009-07-29T16:06:00.018+01:00

Alololo comelkan?

Hello people,

The long-awaited wedding is finally over. Abudi is officially married to Kak Liyana, weehoo! Mentally and physically tiring, but it was well worth it. Alhamdulillah, everything went as planned, although there were some unexpected events along the way. One in particular was ; mata Na bengkak sebelah during the wedding day! After ruling out possible diagnosis, I came to a conclusion; I must have put a little bit too much of eye make up during akad (two nights before) and they prolly clogged the eye gland. Haihs..let’s just say; I am still an amateur in the world of beautifying myself (=_=)’

Anyway, Thanks to Him, for making my brother’s dream come true. Thanks to Him, for the people who graced the wonderful ceremony. Thanks to Him, for giving me the confidence to be an emcee. And most importantly, thanks to Him, for bringing Kak Liyana into our life.

I wont bore you to death with the minute details of the ceremony. Pictures paint a thousand words, so..here goes ;

The ceremony started off with convoi - about 100 bikers - Abudi's peeps

Arrived at the hall

The gift

Auwwwww ;p

The cousins - Suzie (my little sister), me, Kekla, Irna, Elis

Me and Mak Ah - She lived with my late grandmother since the day she was born. Hebat hebat

The big family - Suzie, me, Abenjek, Abah, Mama, Abang Faiz (Kekla's husband), Kekla, Kekwa, Abudi & Kak Liyana

The freestyler - Yeah bagus Kak Liyana, boleh masok geng!

The siblings

The romantic couple hehe

My favourite picture of all - from L : Second youngest, youngest, eldest, 2nd eldest

Banyak kan gambar? Letih? Na lagila letih dengan internet macam siput nak tunggu satu-satu upload. Adeh

Ok till then, again, alhamdulillah~ Bye!

p/s : We were lucky to be featured on MHI. Teehee ;P

p/s : Yes, you got it right. The next in line is me

Kring kring hello doctor!

2009-07-14T01:39:00.002+01:00

There is one thing you should know about doctors;

Handphones and them doesn’t go hand-in-hand. Ive been around them for so long, I can confidently say; you are the most lucky person on earth if you can get a hold of them. Even having to wait for them and listening to the monotonous dialing tone is a big achievement alone . Most of the time, you just wont. At the end of the day, you’ll find yourself talking to the voicebox instead.

For my brother’s wedding (Abang Rudi aka Abudi) this month, I was entrusted with a task; to call every guest and to confirm their attendance. As expected, calling up the doctors was the most challenging one. The results were;

1) Answered my calls and made confirmation
2) Did not answer my calls at all
3) Switched off the phone entirely
4) Picked up the phones sounded really confused
5) Picked up the phones thinking I was one of the doctors referring a case (Lol doctors; always on the move, ready for action)

But most of them, sounded really tired, busy, tired, busy, tired and busy! This was one of Abudi’s colleagues ;

Dr X : Hello.

Na : Hello Assalamualaikum. Boleh saya cakap dengan Dr X?

Dr X : Yes speaking.

Na : Sori ganggu. Saye adik Dr Wan Syazli. Saye nak confirm bole ke datang kenduri kawen Dr Wan?

Dr X : Ohh. Adik Dr Wan. Saye tengah pening ni pening. Saye tengah keje. Saye on-call dah 3 minggu dah ni. Saye ingat saye dapat card tu sume aritu, ade seating arrangement sume kan? Tapi saye pening saye pening. Saye tak sempat nak reply. Letih ni saye keje. Aduhaiii

Na : (Ok…tak menjawab soalan) Oh takpe. Nak saye call lain next time?

Dr X : Eh tak perlu tak perlu. Saye letih ni letih sangat. Saye rase saye bole pegi, tapi saye takut saye on-call lagi. Letih saye letih. Sibuk sibuk. Saye keje non-stop. Haihh..

Na : (Still tak beri confirmation) Takpe, Dr X bole je call Dr Wan sendiri and confirmkan dengan die.

Dr X : Ahh ok ok. Saye pening-pening. Saye tak boleh cakap sekarang, sebab saye tatau saye free ke tidak. Kene tunggu on-call list dulu. Tapi saye betul-betul nak pergi. Betul2. Sibuk saye keje non-stop. Saye rase saye kene ade dekat OT nanti, tapi saye betul2 nak pegi kenduri ni.

Na : Ok, nanti saye ckp dekat Dr Wan.. Terime kaseh eh.

Puppp letak telefon!

Haa told you! Turned out, I forgot to mention this to Abudi ( I couldn’t remember which is which). Heheh

So when doctors say they are busy, trust me, THEY ARE EXTREMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELYY BUSY! Phew~~

p/s : Cube teke knape, doctors don’t pick up the phones bearing anonymous numbers during weekends? (betul ni, tak tipu)

p/s : Out of topic, I found this picture on my family’s computer. Hahahaha so cute. Akak Na yang sulung (Kak Fira) paksa Kak Ella (my 2nd sis) utk belakon mase kecik2 dulu. Aaaa tengoklaa belakon jadi pa!! (Kak Ella tengah tahan gelak tu actually)

Stranded

2009-07-10T23:37:00.002+01:00

Hello people,

You know I was stranded at the airport for 9 hours, the day I arrived in Kuala Lumpur? Thanks to H1N1 and people surrounding me coughing and sneezing, they have successfully turned me into a health-freak ; I literally wore a (surgical) mask non-stop! Hebat kan kan?

However, wearing a mask alone was not enough to kill the boredom within me. So, after bits of experiments here and there, here’s a list of what you can do, if you are planning to strand yourself at the airport one day;

1) Do your hobby – Mine is cross-stitching . Ever heard of it? Oh well, basically, it is more like sewing. Yup, I was up all night at the airport with my loyal companions; threads, needles and a pair of scissors. The downside was…people stared at me like I was some kind of a freak! Seriously people, can’t a young lady with heels sew? I guess, most people think sewing is only for grannies. *sigh*

2) Sleep – Not an option, especially if you are all by yourself and you have valuable stuffs in your luggage. UNLESS, you can sleep with your eyes wide open which I doubt is possible. Or maybe, with only one eye closes? If you can master that, then by all means, go ahead.

3) Stare at the departure board – Don’t do this. Seriously, it feels like forever to have the time for your check-in to be up there.

4) Rob a bank – You have a mask on, so why not? Eh jap, bank operates during normal office hours – 9-5. Which leaves you with another option, KFC maybe?

5) Pick a group of traveler and decide who is the father, the mother, the eldest son, the granny and so forth – Ok this one was utterly plain BORING!

6) Go to random people and preach on any topic you like – I’d suggest H1N1. You are doing the Malaysia Government a favor anyway.

7) Count how many people with a mask on

8) Go to the toilet every five minutes – Not because you are a health freak, but to wash your face so you don’t fall asleep unintentionally. The downside is ; you have to drag your massive baggage back and forth which is energy-draining.

9) Go to different security guards and ask them the same question again and again– “ Encik, bahaye tak kalau saye duduk sorang-sorang sepanjang pagi ni?” Haha this was me being overly-penakut. Im not scared of homo sapiens, I was…ermm…scared of…ermm…(moral : kalau nak stranded dkt airport, before balik, jangan tengok cite hantu)

10) Best still – READ A BOOK! – Funny, from my observation, you could only capture Mat Sallehs with books. None of our people read, and that included me. Heheh (+_+)

Ok I guess that’s all for now. Try them and lemme know if any of these works! Byebye.

Updates

2009-06-26T17:03:00.003+01:00

Quick updates ;

1) I have successfully submitted my project to my consultant. But no, im not free YET. Truth is, there are times, I think my consultant is one skema chap but other times, he seems a bit too…err blur. I don’t think he knows what the Medic School expects from this project. I bet he didn’t flip through the pages of the SSC booklet I kindheartedly printed out and gave to him. Hmph, what more to read it kan?

2) My appetite suddenly shoots up, and I have yet to reason out why. It’s a good thing though, since Mama kindly advised me to fatten up for my brother’s wedding. I was literally shrinking last few weeks. Anyway, two days before, I fried 1kg packet of spaghetti and yes, I finished it all up in less than two days. Hebat kan? Perut macam lembu.

3) This will be my second last weekend in Cardiff. I cant stop counting days to the day I am off to Malaysia. Entah, sekarang macam dalam state muak dok sini huhu. Betullah, I think 3 years should be enough to study here. Macam engineering students, elok-elok ja. 5 years lama mehh (=_=)Having said that, somebody baru ja pancing me to work here just now uhuh.

4) Abah advised me to ciluk a surgical mask from the operation theatre. Be it H1N1 or anything, Abah is being him, protective of all his children. No biggie Abah, I have already planned the whole pencilukan process agessssss ago. And yes, not just one, Na akan ciluk banyak2! Takan 12 jam atas flight pakai satu topeng ja kot. Virus yang nak masok pun mati kot busuk sangat. Heh

5) I will be an auntie in less than two months from now! The first cucu in the family. And yes, it’s a boy^^. So, next job ; go to the city centre and do a massive baby shopping! Weee~~

6) I will be stranding myself on purpose (is there such a word?) at the airport for a night, the day I arrive in KL. Sorry kekla, Na kira-kira budget, tak jadi nak stay KL. Bukan salah Na eh, sapa suruh depa buat airport dkt pelusuk mana ntah. Pi marah depa tu.

7) I haven’t bought a wedding gift for my brother. So Abenjek, jadi ka PS3 ka XBOX apa ka tu. Hadeh, tak paham Na game-game ni. Main dam dkt YM kan senang. Free pun free.

8) Micheal Jackson died, and Im sure everybody knows. As I was reminiscing his songs on Youtube…and mourning that a legend has died…I..ermm...came across this video…

…..

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HISH!Kacau daun betui! Baru nak feeling2(+__0)

Ok till then, have a nice day and please wear a mask whenever possible. If you don’t have one, lemme know, I’ll ciluk one for you as well. Bye ^^

p/s : Random picture taken in Florence again. There are four girls in the picture, Rus, Sebah, me & Ili. Can you spot which is which? Im not sure if you can click to enlarge, I cant.

p/s : Abenjek, abah suruh Na curi topeng dekat Abenjek skali. Hohoho

Malay Drama - Take One, Action!

2009-06-23T09:21:00.002+01:00

Thanks to a life as an established time-waster-cum-couch-potato for the past one week, I have successfully finished watching a famous Malay soap-opera. Finally! * clap clap*. I know it’s a cliché to say this, but personally, I feel some Malay dramas are just…err…stereotyped maybe? The dialogues, the scenes, the acting, well basically just anything under the sun, you just name it. They are so predictable, to some extent, you find yourself wayyy ahead of the drama. Heh pandai komen orang (>.<)

(Note : Examples taken from real dramas on National Television)

1) Same script used again and again

Example – There were 4 members in a family; dad, mom, son, daughter. The son got involved in an accident and died. Dad, mom and daughter were very broken-hearted and each needed a shoulder to cry on. So, Dad let out his feeling to his co-worker, Mom went to her nosy neighbor and Daughter wept in front of her best friend in school. And at three different occasions, all occurring AT THE SAME TIME, guess what each listener said to each grief-stricken family member?

“ Sabarlah….Ada hikmah di sebalik tu…”

Aiyaaaa!Seriously scriptwriter, cant you come up with other comforting words other than this? Its too predictable, sometimes, it automatically blurts out from my mouth 2 seconds earlier than the actual casts themselves. (+_=)

2) Asking an already-answered question

Example - A, B and C were waiting for the doctor to come out from the operation theatre. The three of them were anxious to death waiting for the doctor who was busy saving their friend, D’s life which (again) was involved in a car accident. Thankfully 2 minutes later, the doctor appeared, clad in a scrub suit and surprisingly no splash of blood or whatsoever.Gila hebat. A, B and C rushed to the doctor.

A : Doctor..doctor…bagaimana keadaan kawan kami doctor?

B & C : (muka concerned habis..berkerut sampai berline-line fuh)

Doctor yang keras gila berlakon macam kayu seraya berkata : Keadaan D stabil, tapi dia perlu banyak berehat. Saya perlu bercakap dengan seorang dari kamu tentang D. Apa kata kamu, A ikut saya ke bilik saya.

So, A & the doctor left the scene quietly, leaving the other two concerned friends behind. Dok berkerut tak abis-abis lagi.

B : C! C! Mana A pergi C?

C : Sabar B..A pergi ikut doctor ke biliknya. (duh!)

B : Kenapa C? Kenapa??

C : Sabar B…Doctor mahu cakap sesuatu dengan A. (duh duh!!)

B : C! C! Saya risau! Bagaimana keadaan D, C?

C : Sabar B..Doctor kata D stabil tapi perlu banyak berehat.

Duh duh duh!! Pekak ka apa B ni? Im sure if this were to take place in a real-life situation, dah lama C sepuk kepala B dengan krusi hospital kot.

3) Inappropriate use of HEAVY make-up

Example - Around 11-ish at in the evening, a daughter came home from work covered with 4 layers of make-up, blue eye shadow, peach blusher splattered across her cheeks, thick mascara like an opera singer and of course, bright cherry-red lips. You cant blame yourself if you mistake her for a drag queen lol. So, daughter said to mom ;

Daughter : Mak, Ani dah balik Mak!

Mom : Haaa balik sudah. Mari makan malam dengan Mak mari.

Daughter : Baik Mak. Ani nak pegi basuh muka dan mandi dahulu ya.

A few minutes later, after the scene showing her grabbing the towel from the door, walking to the toilet, brushing her teeth, combing her hair, bla bla bla bla bla bla (and just in time you woke up from your sleep) , the daughter then appeared again in front of her mom.

Daughter : Mak, saya dah mandi. Jom makan!

And guess what?? She was still wearing....the same 4 layers of make-up, blue eye shadow, peach blusher splattered across her cheeks, thick mascara like an opera singer and YES, bright cherry-red lips!! Haih tak paham betui. Either dia mandi kambing or make-up artist tersalah bagi dia pakai marker pens yang water-proof . Tonyoh ayaq seribu kali pun tak kuaq.

Huhu well that’s about it. I am trying my best not to be judgemental here, but I cant help myself. Ive noticed these for ages since the moment I laid my eyes on Malay dramas. And up until now, I still think they are practically, very much the same. Well, to be fair, not all..Some la kot.

Oh well, maybe I am exaggerating too much?

P/s : Exactly two weeks to Malaysia!!Woopa!

p/s: Happy (belated) Father’s Day, Abah! I love you I love you I love you!!

Why World Why?

2009-06-09T12:27:00.003+01:00

Yesterday, I talked to a lady in a clinic. She seemed depressed, very depressed indeed. You know, its fairly easy to spot a person suffering from depression. They sort of carry the same style when they communicate. And in that sense, I mean ; slowness in everything ; slow response, slow popping up Qs, slow movements.

Na : Hi Im Aween bla3. Can you tell me your name?

……………………..

Total silence

2 seconds have passed.

I repeated the question – I thought I was mumbling under my breath.

Patient stared at her shoes.

2 more seconds have passed..

She stared at the wall..

…………………………………………

Then she looked at me..

But she looked through me…

The clock is ticking

…………………………………………………..

5 seconds later..

“Its….Iena..Iena Johnson”

………………………………

Depression – I don’t think most people grab correctly the idea of it. Outsiders; they often say to these people – “Come on, get over it!!” Trust me, things are not as simple as that to them. If only they can just close their eyes and wake up the next morning with no misery, things would have been much better, but sadly enough, they aren’t. The problems that were bugging them yesterday, still bug them today..

Feelings; be it sadness or happiness, when they come, they come. There’s nothing much we can do about it. Try to avoid it, it’ll build up inside you and still haunt you somehow. To me, it’s like an addiction. You can’t just get over an addiction by shoo-ing it away, can you? Try talk to a heavy smoker, then I’m sure you know what I mean. If a doctor can simply tell the patient to stop smoking just as easy as that, then there’ll be no such thing as medicine, kan?

Since I am only a 3rd year medical student, I know I am in no position to be advising them. Not that they ever ask one from me anyway. I guess they just want somebody to listen to them talking and whining, when most people prefer to stay out of the drama. And Im happy enough to listen. But if I were to give a sincere advice to them; I’d tell them;

“Happiness is not a destination. It’s a journey..”

Yes, only that. =)

p/s : I don’t know why this particular patient left a big impact on me. Entah, Na macam kesian..

p/s : Im just gonna put a random pic on my blog. The above pic was taken in Venice, and I think a night in Venice is breathtakingly beautiful. =)

p/s : 28 more days to Malaysia! Time, fly fast please~~

Nyanyian Saya Lagi Sedap Dari Tomok Kan? Hahaha

2009-06-04T00:57:00.004+01:00

The other day when I talked to Abah on the phone, seemed like Abah was still hung up on the idea of me singing and emcee-ing at my brother’s wedding reception this coming summer.

Na : Hello Abah!

Abah : Renjis renjis dipilis neng neng neng....<-- this is the song huhu

Na : Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…abah abah! Janganlaaa camni

Abah : Renjis renjis dipilis tenengnengneng....*Abah saya masih menyanyi*

Na : Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa abahhh.

Abah : Renjis renjis dipilis neneneneng…..*Just like Mama said, Abah skali start nyanyi, naik syeikh teruih*

Na : Aaaaaaaaaa na nak tukaq tiket balik lambat aa camni!

Abah :……………….. HAHAHAHAHAHA ok ok tak nyanyi dah

Phew, thank God the singing (or more like mumbling and humming to me) stopped. Abah, if you doesn’t know the full lyric of the wedding song, rest assured..I am 100 times more clueless than you~!Oh well, at least I know, he was only joking. Fiuhhh~~

I have a debut of me singing. Well, not really a debut. More like a video taken in Italy when we (my travelmates and I) were craving for Malaysian food. Tak faham? Well, have a look at this video.

HAHAHAHAHA Sebah, I still laugh watching us trying to dance. Awat Sebah macam bersilat? So people, would you come to a wedding with a singer like Aween? Don’t bother answering that, I myself know what the verdict is : NO and NO and NO NO NO! (=_=)

p/s : 4 more weeks to Malaysia! Woopaa~~~ Sat ja Na satttt ja

p/s : I am still the emcee for the wedding for now, I guess. Emcee Na suka ja, only I have to talk in Malay which by all means , sure bunyi kedah gila. Erk (=_=)

Astronaut for a Day~

2009-05-26T13:46:00.008+01:00

Kenai dak tu patung sapa?? Cepat-cepatt teka. Clue : carved by Michelangelo.

************************************************************************************

Today, I went into a surgery; a hip replacement surgery. Well, basically the doctor cut off the rotten hip bone and replace it with a metal. Oh takdalah rotten betui2, rosak sikit sajee. After 2 weeks off hospital, I didn’t expect my consultant to remember me, what more my name! And guess what, he did!! Kuang kuang kuang. You know, having a long name like mine, it’s a no brainer for people to forget it.

Consultant : So you are Wan Wan? (a short form for Wan Syazween Lyana Wan Ahmad Kammal..fuhh!)

Na : Yup, but you can call me Aween.

Consultant : Oh good, Aween’s a Welsh name. Ill remember that.

5 minutes later ;

Consultant : So Wan Wan…

Ceh remember la konon! But today, he called me Aweeeeeen! Weeeee sronoknyaaa!

Anyway, he offered me the chance to scrub in. Like a 3-year-old kid offered a candy bar, of course Na nak! My first time kot. Tapi Ya Rabbi, punyanya renyah nak scrub in. Basuh-basuh terkena paip, basuhhhhh lain. Basuh basuh terkena benda lain, basuhhhh lain. Tapi yang lagi bongoknya, Na tatau cemana nak on paip yang canggih itu. Punya la cari tempat pusing..hohoho turned out, consultant tu dengan baik hatinya cakap ; “Aween, the water is motion sensitive, just put your hand there”. Waaaa rasa diriku sangat kampong huhu (=_=)

Pastu kan kan kan, tak abis lagikk nih! Na pakai baju macam astronaut woooooooo..Siap ngan topi, ngan plastic. Macam gambaq ni ;

Macam astronaut betui aaaa Na rasa! Padan Dr Syeikh nak pi angkasa lepas kan, mesti sebab dok pakai baju ni. (Note : beliau adalah seorg orthopaedic surgeon)Wah bes wohh. Duduk betui2 depan patient. Darah memercik sana sini.. Wah wah wah ku rasa diriku seperti surgeon sebenar walaupun hanya berdiri terpacak dan mengangguk-angguk konon paham apa yang dia ckp selama 2 jam.Kakaka

Tapi satu ja Na kagum, patient tu kan..he was not on general bius, so dia mcm sedaq la sepanjang tu. Cuba bayangkan, doctor tu dok katuk-katuk, gergaji sana sini, kung kang kung kang, dia boleh dengaq tau! Hish mesti dia ketaq kan..muka dia mmg pucat lesi pun, Na ingatkan sebab pa..kesian noh..isk isk.

Bes bes. Although tangan Na skrg still bau mcm daging terbakar macam dalam surgery tu, tapi Na lagi sanggup dari dok golek-golek atas katil macam timun tanpa arah tujuan hidup aiceh. Cuma satuuuuuu ja Na tak puas ati arini. Masa dok tengok-tengok surgery tu, consultant tu dengan baik hatinya kata;

“Aween, I think you should get a stool. You are very short”

VERY short??? I know Im not tall, tapi VERY short?!! Cisdel!!

Lol ok people, I’ll leave you with a video, which I read in the paper today. So cute!

p/s : Dulu masa ada kucing, slalu gak buat mcm ni. Bagi pakai tudung la, baju la, spenda baby doll pun ada. Hahaha padanlah suma kucing lari. Tak tahan diseksa kot.

p/s : Teka na beli apa arini? Na beli ketam!!Yes you heard me. K.E.T.A.M!!! Bukan senang tau nak jumpa ketam! Weeehoooo Na masak apa eh sedap ngan ketam??

p/s : I hate Wan Wan. Sangat tak cool (=_=)

Halfway Through

2009-05-24T19:40:00.003+01:00

Hello people,

Exam Pass List was out last Friday at approximately 9 am.

That fateful day itself, my eyes clicked open at 942 am. With groggy and drooping eyelids, the left hand switched on the laptop while right hand; searching blindly for a pair of glasses. Ok found it, under the pillow!

Logged into Blackboard, then clicked on the Exam Pass List. Skipping the whole-process-of-scanning-through-the-student-number-one-by-one, I pressed on the keyboard for Ctrl + F. Meticulously, I typed in 0603632.

Like a bolt of lightning, this heart-breaking message popped up ;

“WORD HAS FINISHED SEARCHING THE DOCUMENT. THE SEARCH ITEM WAS NOT FOUND.”

Aaaaaaaaaaa tidak tidak tidak! I fail the exam? For real?? Don’t tell me I have to bury my head into those lecture notes again. Mummy, tak sanggup dahhh! I know the papers were tough, but deep down, I seriously believed I could at least get 50% of answers correct. I tried my luck again and again, and that message still popped up annoyingly.

My heart was thumping so fast, trust me, I swore I nearly got myself a heart attack. I was in a state of denial, so much so, I almost cried. Kesian kan?

Took a deep breath in, I typed in a different number ; exam number 38253. Please God please please..And there was it, I saw it ; the magical word, like a gift sent from above; PASS!

Turned out, my student number is 0603832. Its eight Na, not six! Aish dah tiga tahun masuk Uni dok lupa-lupa jugak. Oh begitu bongok ku rasa diriku! Kuang kuang kuang

Alhamdulillah, I passed, and so did my clans! I am officially a 4th year medic now!
Weehooo~~Oh well, need to act like one, I guess. Two more years, and I’ll be the colourful doctor clad in baju kurung with a white coat, walking around in wards in HKL. InsyaAllah kikiki ^^

Till then people, have a good day ok! Anyway, my housies and I made cakes yesterday; Blueberry Cheesecake & Strawberry Cream Cake. Oh, sukanyaaa memasak-masak~~

p/s : Pardon the polka-dotted pajama. Aiyoo Na, what on earth were you thinking? (Note : Atas tuntutan agama, gambar perlu dipotong huhu)

p/s : Kris Allen menang American Idol..Suka suka suka suka sukaaaaa ^^

Hello There Mr Einstein, I Think We Have Something In Common!

2009-05-19T12:28:00.004+01:00

Hello people,

I wonder how’s everybody in Malaysia doing right now? Well, at least I know one thing for sure. Swine flu finally hit Malaysia aint it? So people, please be EXTRA cautious! If possible, bring an alcohol gel wherever you go, like a bunch of medical geeks like us. If you cough or sneeze, cover your mouth! You know how those droplets can travel thousands of meters right? Tapi jangan plak, bila nak bersin, tahan takmau bukak mulut plak. Bahaya wooo! Nanti boleh terbonjol bijik mata tau dak?Betuuiiiii Na tak tipu!

Aaaa yes yes, I know Ive been putting this blog on hold for a looooong period of time. I don’t know, I guess Im just M.A.L.A.S.

Ok let me lighten up your day with one update of my life.

Today, I went to the A&E department to meet up with the secretary of the Clinical Director. (Note : I am doing a 9-week project right now.) So, here’s the conversation;

Secretary : Hello dear, any help?

Na : Oh yes. I have an appointment with the clinical director today, to get my sign formed off.

Secretary : ??!!

Na : ??

*silence*

Secretary : Ermm, do you mean…you want to get your FORM SIGNED off?

Na : ………………….

People, I have a confession to make. I think Im...

dyslexic. (=_=)'

“Dyslexia is a learning disability characterized by problems in reading, spelling, writing, speaking, or listening. “ Eh wait, wait…sila jangan igt saya ada masalah mental.

Read this first : Persons with dyslexia frequently display above average to superior intelligence, gifted creativity and genius. Leonardo da Vinci, Albert Einstein, Walt Disney, and the Olympic multi-Gold Medal diving champion, Greg Louganis, are noted examples of persons with dyslexia. HAHAHAHAHA bangga bangggggga.

Many have unusual talents in art, athletics, architecture, graphics, drama, music, or engineering. Ok let us go through my talent in each area one by one. Drumroll please aiceh ;

Art : Is sewing considered as an art?Well, I guess it is. I had my fair share in exploring the world of needles, sewing machines, etc, etc. And to prove my credibility in it, I made mum a jubah for her Hajj once. Mom wore it in front of me one night, waited for Abah to come home from clinic, planning to show him my masterpiece. Abah came home and you know what he said dengan muka tiada perasaan beliau..“ Eh awat nampak macam leftenan askar malam ni?” Leftenan askar???!!Why abah? Whyy?? Whyyy??!! I made that with all my heart, and you said macam baju leftenan askar?!! Cit, terhina diriku terasa.Hmph (=_=)

Ok Na jangan sedih lebih2. So maybe art wasn’t my thing, now lets go to athletics ;

Athletics : Once, I represented my school in 4x100 metres and I was the reason my team lost the match. Hahahaha. Thanks to two lame schoolboys, I was tricked to stand at a wrong line. I still remember their faces though, they sort of reminded me of hyenas in Lion King. Padan muka, sapa suruh buat jahat sangat.

Ok athletics down the hill as well. Now what about graphic? Hurm, I don’t think I stand a chance in this field. Drama??! Hurm..Na drama? Really? Not in a million years. Although many people claim I tend to overexpress myself when I talk, believe me…I am the least MELODRAMATIC person you know in your ENTIRE life.

Ok let’s get down to music then.

Music : Hurm..lemme think..Ok found one! Abah (yes, its him again), my beloved father was so amazed and obsessed with one of his MCKK friends who sang while emcee-ing at a recent friend’s wedding, kindheartedly asked me to SING at my brother’s wedding this July! Again Abah..why? Why??!!! Waaaaaaaaaaa cukuplah cukup cukup..Walaupun Na tau suara Na macam itik, tolong jangan seksa Na lagik. Malulah depan Uncle X, dia dahlah hensem. Ok takdak kaitan di situ. I blame FreeCall for the poor coverage when I called him that day, I couldn’t hear a thing, so being an anak solehah,I ended up saying yes to whatever Abah said. Cit, no wonder Abah was so happy! Aiseymen tahi cicak atas simen..Tipah tertipu rupa-rupanya (=_=)

Ok I guess music is not the thing for me as well. Now last one, Engineering..Hurm, obviously it’s a no-brainer answer for this. I wouldn’t be borrowing Orthopaedics books the other day if engineering is my thing. Waaa so, that leaves me with nothing in hands to justify myself to be parallel with Einstein and other geniuses?? Mana aciii..depa tak letak langsung science or medic in the category.

I don’t care, I still think Im dyslexic.Period. (=_=)

p/s : Panjang gila Na type. Haa Abenjek, bacalah puas2 noh.

Italia!

2009-05-01T00:09:00.006+01:00

Hello people!

Wowweee, it feels like forever to start writing again. Dah bersarang berhabuk dah ini belog ye.

Ok that’s not the main point here. The main thing is ; FINALLY, IM BACK HOME FROM ITALY!!

Oh Italy sgt best~~ Although skrg ni hitam melegam macam blakang periuk belanga lol, but seriously, the trip was worth every penny spent! Thanks to my three non-matang frens ; SEBAH, ILI AND RUS..I am back in Cardiff feeling contented and of course, happy-mappy!

So, if you ever dream to go to Italy, here’s a few sincere advice from the DEEPEST BOTTOM of my heart for you to ponder ;

1) Make sure you browse through the weather forecast first thing before you arrive there, so you don’t get what we call as “WEATHER SHOCK”. Seriously, it was scorching hot! Muke sume berkilat je bile upload gambar hahahaha.

2) Bring a bottle of sunblock with you. And make sure it is filled with THE SUNBLOCK CREAM, not just an empty bottle ok. I brought an empty one with me, apakah tersangat bongok di situ. Waaa this senile thing of mine is getting worse everday!

3) Italy is expensive, so just switch off the taste buds and eat anything under the sun, put babi, batu and poo-poo aside, as long as your tummy is full and you have the energy to walk around non-stop, you'll get to your destination in no time. Eating outside is acceptable if you are willing to spend an extra amount of Euros ^^. I’d rather spent them on the people that I love =)

4) Make sure you starch you scarves thoroughly before you pack them. Why? So you don’t waste your time membentuk-bentuk tudung every morning. Lenguh tangan kot. (this is a girl thing, guys wont understand)

5) Practise non stop to pull a stern face and say no to Bangladeshi street sellers.

Penjual A : Do you want to buy rose?

Na : No, thank you.(Muka serius abes)

Penjual A : Do you want rose?

Na : No, thank you.( Muka lagi serius , siap dgn tangan2 kata tamau)

Penjual A ; Where are you from ?

Na : No, thank you.

Penjual A : Oo you are from No Thank You (perli baekkkk punya!)

Na : (Cet kene balik!)

Oh geng ini sungguh banyak, and yang lawaknye, bley cakap melayu plak tu. Hahaha ada sorg tu nak panggil kitorg beli brg mcm ni ;

“Mana datang..? Malaysia ka? Satu, dua, tiga, ampat, lima..marilaa..marila..jangan malu-malu..satu dua tiga ampat lima..”

Hahaha peliklaa org2 ni. Jauh sungguh mengembara sampai ke Italy tu. Hebat2.
Ok people, Na nak pi layan cita sat. Oh best sungguh hidup yang sgt relaxing ini. Ill leave you with some pictures. Kalau Na rajin, Na tulis experience every tempat ok?

Till then, tara! Eh jap lupe, dont forget to find a rich man and marry him cepat2, so you can come to Italy and shop till you drop! Lol ok babai ;P

p/s : I promise mom and dad to bring them to Florence when I graduate nanti i-Allah. Wee~

p/s : Exam results out in 2 weeks. Weehoo (=_=)

Day 2 : Colosseum, Rome - This little girl is so cute

Pantheon, Roma

Vatican City

Yup, the pic says it all.

Florence

Florence at night, cantik kan?

Pisa baybeh! Kitorg naik atas pisa tu, mmg rase senget kot.

Florence dari atas. Seriously, I fell in love at first sight with this place. Sangat menenangkan.

Venice - Ini budak juge sangat comel

One of the small alleys in Venice. Its a miracle if you can get out of the place dengan tak sesat.But i like it, sangat mcm dlm cite Casanova ^^

Yes, we literally loncat everywhere we went. Takde keje, nak habiskan memory cameras. Lol

There you go, gondola.

last day, I like this house so much, I have to put up this pic jugak. And on second thought, the hat made me look like Charlie Chaplin. Oh well, abaikan.

Venice Marco Polo Airpoto! We made it guys!! Thank you so ever so much ILI, RUS & SEBAH~

Post-Exam Syndrome

2009-05-01T00:09:00.004+01:00

Hi people,

Sorry, ive been neglecting this blog for quite some time now. I guess I have found what I want, I don’t see the point of babbling anymore. ^^

Anyway, Ive just finished the final exam! Yabedabedoooooooo!! Seriously, I cant stand staring at the notes anymore. It sure felt really good to pile them up again, and put them safely in the cupboard. Till the day the result of the exam comes out, I wont be flipping through those never-ending pages of notes anymore. Lol~

Regarding the exam, I wont bore you people to death with how it went. I gave my very best shot, and Im dead sure, so did my clans. 3 hours of exam >> 3 hours flexing those neck muscles of mine >> 3 hours ‘perah’-ing every knowledge I know from every corner of my brain >> my neck sores for two days ok!! OSCE (practical) was a bit funny tho. I almost tercabutkan kepala ophtalmoscope (bende nak cek mata tu)Hahahaha mcm bongok je rase. I don’t blame myself tho, all this while ive been using the old version, how in the world would I know that if I turned the clicky thing in the middle, kepale die tercabut? Kakaka Oh well, let’s just hope my friends and I sail through 3rd year smoothly. Aminnnnn! Or else, I guess, I better start thinking of the kaler of my baju kahwin. (=_=)

So, right now, until summer comes, I have like 2 months of holidays! Can you imagine that??? One word = GILA! Tengoklaaa…Na akan ronggeng sampai tercabut pinggang!

And eh lupe, I am going to Italy this Saturday for A WEEK! Wooopa!~ ~

I am so happy I can dance all night long!

With that, I’ll leave you ppl with some pics of my housies and I. We went out to the bay for a breather today and of course tried our luck in bowling, which we failed miserably. Macam lawan sape lagi banyak masok longkang ja Na rasa. Adeh. And… Manje was being a bit too naïve today :

Manje : Wohoooooooooo terer gile budak kecik tu main bowling. Bola die nak masuk longkang, tapi pusing masok lane balek!!

Na : HAHAHAHAHA. Die ade pagar la Manje!! Itu lane utk beginners!

Manje : Ohhhhhh. HAHAHAHA.

Hahahaha Manja is so cute. I guess, lepas ni kene bawak die ke tempat bowling yang tak main dalam gelap kot. Kekekek

Till then people, take care. Byes!!

p/s : Kaler baju kawen, dah pikir actually.Kikikiki and its ….jeng jeng jeng. Takley cakap, nanti org tiru. Oh tabley tabley hehehe ^^

And Finally!

2009-04-21T20:22:00.005+01:00

And finally, tomorrow’s the BIG DAY : FINALS! Woohoo~!!

Semoga segala ilmu yang telah Na pelajari selama ini diberkati-Nya. Ilmu di hospital, ward round, teaching, lecture, tutorial, study group, study seorang2, sebelum tidur, dalam mimpi, bangun tidur, sambil masak, sambil sidai baju, sambil lipat baju, sambil gosok tudung, sambil gosok gigi, sambil sikat rambut, sambil pakai lotion, sambil basuh muka. Ilmu belajar di mana-mana, di meja study, bawah meja, di atas katil, hujung katil, atas lantai, living room, store, depan cermin, hujung katil, bawah duvet, atas duvet i.e mana2 lah kecuali toilet. Lol~

Aaa dah mengarut. Occayyy people, let’s give our best shots!

Pray for our smooth journey okies? Till then, Ill leave you with this song Im currently addicted to ;

Ok byes!

p/s : I dont know why im addicted to classic songs. You like classical songs? Rasa cam tue plak eh.

p/s : I still prefer David Archuleta's version more ^^

p/s : And again, I still dont understand konsep videoklip zaman-zaman ni. Peliks (=_=)

I Feel Like Dancing Now!

2009-04-14T11:40:00.003+01:00

I have a funny video to share. Tersedak tau Na gelak masa breakfast tadi!

(note : This is the latest Britain’s Got Talent. Sori ney, takley nak letak video cni. Na pun taktau sbb apa)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KKL45VL8po

Aaa Youtube suddenly becomes soooo deliciously irresistible during exams! Itula..sape suruh start dgn OIAM, AF7 and Britain’s Got Talent? Kan dah termelekat (=_=)

p/s : Im addicted to Jacket Potato now. Sedap tau~~

p/s : You know what struck me when I was combing my hair for hurm..20 minutes (lol it’s a habit people) this morning? Na jumpa the first U.B.A.N!!!!Aaaaaaa *terkedu*

p/s : Weee..arini saye nak masak lame2 dalam kitchen~~

No Point of Worrying~

2009-04-09T10:59:00.003+01:00

R : Aween, Im scared of the exam.

Na : Oh…why?

R : I don think I can do it.

Na : Don’t worry, im sure we can. We still have 2 more weeks to go..

R : Yea, 2 more weeks. I don’t think I have enough time to revise.

Na : Of course we have enough time, R. Just be conf..

R : Positive?

Na : Hmm yup, positive.

R : But Im not positive…

Na : Hurmm..take things slow ok? Don’t worry, we have Him to help us..

R : Allah..?

Na : Yup

Truth is, when the exam is around the corner, its pretty obvious to spot the stress aura in people surrounding you. To be honest, I myself WAS petrified at the thought of failing this finals. (Note : WAS) But thank God, not to the point of having a nervous breakdown. I admit my fault for being too hard on myself last few weeks. However, I am going to pick things up slower now. There’s no point of rushing, if at the end of the day, I don’t gain anything other than being more stressed out, right?

The way I see it, the human brain is like a sponge. Sponge tu takan serap air kalau kite simbah air banyak sekaligus kan? Tapi kalau kita titis air sikit demi sikit, baru dia menyerap kan? So, samalah macam mane kite study. My teacher told me this personally, and I tend to forget it when I overdo things. Thank God, I remember it again now.

So, till the day the exam comes, let’s just pray my friends and I go through this phase of life smoothly. Amin!

p/s : I guess its normal for third years to be stressed out. Even the lecturers mentioned numerous times, this will be the last year the uni kicks students out. But don’t worry, Im sure we’ll get through this fine =)

p/s : Habis exam, kite BBQ ok kawan-kawan?

Teka-Teki

2009-04-08T19:24:00.002+01:00

Na ada teka-teki ;

1) Sapa yang bosan dalam lecture tadi sampai dia kira bapa kali dia menguap?

2) Sapa yang rabun tak pakai spek pastu perasan orang cakap ngan dia?

3) Sapa yang masukkan henfon dalam peti ais & butter dalam stor?

4) Sapa yang tertido lepas magrib, pastu terjaga kul 12 malam kelam kabut igt dah pukul 6 pg nak pegi hospital?

5) Sapa yang makan ubat selsema untuk tidur tapi terlebih takut ingat dia dapat anaphylactic shock?

6) Sapa yang masuk toilet untuk mandi tapi dah habis , baru sedar tak bawak masok towel?

7) Sapa yang still pakai stethoscope terbalik?

8) Sapa yang pi jawab soklan pasai JEANS padahal consultant dia tanya pasai GENES?

9) Sapa yang beli 10 yogurts and 11 oreo sekaligus, dan boleh habiskan dalam masa 3 hari?

10) Sapa yang perasan dia dah boleh kahwin sebab akhirnya, semalam dia nampak muka jejaka idamannya dalam mimpi?

JAWAPAN : NA!!

1) The verdict : 30 menguap untuk 45 minit. Not bad eh rahang saye~

2) Happens all the time. Na, next time, don’t be too peramah ok?

3) No wonder kawan Na kata Na macam nenek dah skrg. =’(

4) Oh, itulah tidak berkat tido waktu Maghrib. (Tapi tak tinggal smyg ok!)

5) LOL. Happened last night. Anti-histamine OBVIOUSLY takan buat anaphylactic shock, wahai cik Na! Dua tindakan yang sgt bertentangan. (=__=)

6) Same explanation for no 3. AISH!

7) Oh tidak seteruk dulu dah~ Tips dari Manja : Stethoscope keluar Aween, keluar-keluar.. keluar pegi dkt patient, bukan pegi dkt kite. Oh and it works!

8) I still run away at the sight of this consultant. It was a tricky Q lah ; How many genes do you have?? Apekah tidak pelik soklan itu? You’ll never get an answer to that..Duh!

9) I seriously need to get my blood glucose checked after the exam. If this goes on, ill be diabetic for sure. I cant be anymore sweet, I think Im sweet enough right now. Hahahahaa mari gelak ramai-ramai. (=__=)

10) Yeay at last, you pusing and look at me! Now, let’s just wait you come into my life as a real person then! ( So thats how you look like! Kikikiki)

p/s : Nauseated feeling is SOOOO annoying!

p/s : Im taking things slow now. No need to rush ^^

p/s : Abenjek, Na nak pi tour Ireland lepas exam. Bila Abenjek free? Nak singgah Dublin woohoo~ Nak main guitar Hero. Ngehehhe

But I Like It Here

2009-04-07T16:15:00.004+01:00

You know, sometimes, Im quite glad I have the chance to study in a foreign land. Wanna know why?

1) I get to learn to use compass (i.e kiblat) and pray in a changing room.

2) I learn the true meaning of saving and wise-spending. I am richer than most HO's in Malaysia and I dont have to do anything (muahahaha *gelak evil*) - sori kekla -

3) I do things I swear I will never bother to do at home ; change bulb, use the screwdriver, repair the door bolt.

4) I get to experience BBQ in a beautiful park.

5) I get to dress up like a witch for Halloween. (Still tutup aurat ok dgn make up horror & rambut palsu mcm Ju-On)

6) I learn to appreciate the beloved ones more. Although homesickness is just gedik-ness of org kurang kasih sayang lol~

7) I get to adopt a new passion ; cooking.

8) I learn to think outside the box.

9) I get to fall down and get up on my own.

10) I get to travel around with friends. ( Sebah, if you read this : Aween sgt sgt tak sabar nak pegi Italy~)

11) I still get to travel around with my family too. Wee~ (Last one was Florida, next is Greece I think.Kihkih botaklah Abah saye~)

12) I have to decide what’s good and what’s bad for myself.

13) I learn to be open to criticism.

14) I learn to be more patient. (Bas sini selalu lambat~)

15) I learn to be less of a big-headed and snobbish girl I believe I was before this.

16) I get to improve my English~

17) I get to learn the British accent (although I still don’t think Ive picked it up yet)

18) I get to teach my local friends Malay words. (latest one ; one table : meja, two table : meja-meja!lol)

19) I get to show our culture to the locals ; open house, food etc etc.

20) I get to cook for my friends. ( And I love seeing them eating although I am still an amateur in this field)

21) And most importantly, I learn to be wiser and more matured in life. Which feels gooood =)

Yup , so that’s it. I still have so many things I want to achieve here. If I were to list them down, I prolly put you people to sleep lol. For your own good, I’ll just keep them to myself ok? You wanna know why I choose to study here? So that; in 50 years time when Im old, I can reflect back my past…and I am satisfied that I choose to do something adventurous with my teenage life. Even if I were given the chance to study in Malaysia, I’d still prefer to come here so I have the chance to experience a breath of fresh air.

Till then people, take care.Byes~

p/s : My friend ask me , if three table = meja-meja-meja ka? Na rasa Na dah complicate-kan keadaan. Lol~

p/s : Btw, Im soo happy today I feel like hugging everybody~!! =) (Oh, girls only ok)

Thank You Allah =)

2009-04-06T12:47:00.003+01:00

All this while, Ive been looking for the missing puzzle.

Alhamdulillah, I believe Ive found it now. Just suddenly, this morning.

Thank you Allah.

I feel complete now. Motivated and complete again.

=)

p/s : I am still anergic, somehow I just feel so much better.. =)

Push Me Please

2009-04-02T00:35:00.003+01:00

I have always liked this song. Yup, im reverting back to the long-lost pleasure of mine; listening to classical songs. Contemporary songs, hurm..sometimes, I feel they are either 1) too emotional , 2) too rebellious or 3) too err..depressing? Depressing is too strong for a word, I never use it for myself, what more, let anything relating to it, comes near me. I mean songs, not human beings =)

Anyway people, have you ever felt like you haven’t used your maximum potential yet when in reality, you SHOULD? Ever felt like you just lose the momentum to work hard? Felt like you could have done better each day? Felt like you seriously need a smack in the head, so that you change for your own good?

Well, if you are, we are in the same boat then! I put all of this jumbled emotions down to a state of denial.

I know I can do better than this. Aiyaa Na ohh Na..

Mummy, nak balik kahwin je boley~~~??

p/s : At last, I am eating proper food! Mari kite gemokkan Na mari!! (^_^)V

p/s : Videoklip di atas sgtlah sengal~ Aish *geleng-geleng*

Ayam or Lembu?

2009-03-30T17:46:00.002+01:00

I went to buy halal meat today.

Ok lemme tell you a bit about Arab people. They try really hard to master Malay language mind you. Believe me, they work REALLLY hard to speak our language up to a point, I feel like giving a free tuition class to them lol. I guess, that’s just their way to impress us, the not-so-loyal-Malaysian-customers. It can be exciting actually, listening to them struggling to construct a sentence in Malay but most of the time, unfortunately it can be a bit annoying. Well, imagine this ; you are busy inspecting the quality of an onion, when there is an annoying voice behind your back, keeps on saying..”Takmau seraaiii kaaa…tamauuu seraii kaaa…seraiii..seraiii..” Gosh, seriously, it’s a miracle I can still keep my composure intact everytime this happens! But anyway, they are very nice people. =)

So here’s how the negotiation went on between me and the butcher today;

Butcher : Helllo sisterrrrr

Na : Hi ya. Can I have three of those? (pointing towards chickens)

Butcher : Ayammm?

Na : Yup!

Butcher : Potong kicil-kicil?

Na : No thank you.

Butcher : Betul?

Na : (isk banyak soal plak) Yup, betul.

Butcher : Adaa lagiiii?

Na : Can I have a quarter of the meat please?

Butcher : Lembuuu?

Na : Yap

Butcher : (took out a VERY large piece of meat) 4 pounds fifty okey sisterr?

Na : That’s a quarter of kilo??

Butcher : No, this is half a kilo.

Na : Oh can I have a quarter of kilo then?

Butcher : Up or down?

Na : Up or down???

Butcher : More kilo than this meat or less kilo?

Na : (isk pelik sungguh bahase pemotong daging nih). Err..less?

Butcher : Quarter of this meat or a quarter of kilo?

Na : A quarter of kilo please. (Duh, kan dah cakap tadik)

Butcher : Nevermind, ill just give you half a kilo at 3 pounds okey sisterr?

Na : Oh thank you

As I was turning around to leave..

Butcher : Sisterrrr..

Na : (dah dahla tu eh pemotong daging..) Yes?

Butcher : You…you look..chan..chan..

Na : Yes?

Butcher : You look very beautiful today.

Na : Oh thank you (sengihhhhh)

Hahahaha girls + compliments = kembang + sengih cam kerang busuk. Sorilah abang pemotong daging, you fail the first criteria for my dream guy. What’s the first criteria ?Obviously, I wont tell ^^

And anyway Mr Butcher, its cantik by the way. LOL perasan.

Ok Na, time to perasan dah abes. Sila hard-core-study now please.