Kyle's Mom Is A BangBangBeeeeet.

I wanna be a Rockstar

2011-07-04T09:13:00.000-07:00

After a really long time not visiting suk el-mansyeya (mansyeya market), the usual pasar geng, Supi Ikan and I have decided to spend our quality pasar outing at Mansyeya. The atmosphere is still the same as it was two years back. Nothing has changed. Even the fishmongers themselves are still the same exact people!

Why do I stress on the fishmongers??

If you are a fan of my blog, you must've read through a post on an incident happened to a girl named Natalia, being spied and stalked on by a fishmonger.

So, not so long ago, Natalia went to visit the market to get some groceries. At the same spot with the same hoodie she used to wear two years ago, the exact same shouting voice calling her name in the same tone of excitement plus joy heard from the fishmonger himself. "Natalia!! Natalia!!" The same ol look that haunted Natalia in the past. He had the same grin, the ponytail, and the reddish pink shirt.

Things have never changed.

New year New entry!

2011-01-11T00:16:00.000-08:00

11 January 2011
10.15am

It's 11.01.11 today. Sorry dear blog, I have abandoned you for quite a while since then. Approximately 7 months and 17 days. Punish me. Dump me. Ignore me. If you wish to.

PUNCH THIS

Off for Cerebrum session now. Later

P/S, the video is cute!

Dearest

2010-05-25T02:45:00.000-07:00

Everyday,I switch on my laptop. Everyday, I browse through the Internet. Everyday, I watch TV Series/Movies. Everyday, I listen to songs. Everyday, I check my Timetable. Once a while, I revise/do assignments/checkout pictures. Morning. Evening. Night. Dawn. My Laptop is always there. With me. Be my company. My Bestfriend. My life.
Here are some pictures I could find in my folder used to decorate you on the Desktop. You are the Best gadget I have, Laptop.

Battle is on

2010-04-27T15:37:00.001-07:00

Sorry Miss Mosquito. I found out it was not your fault my skin have red bulging dots on it. It was Mr Bed Bug. :)

Five hours of sleep. Call mummy daddy everyday. Read books at least twice before exam. Jangan ponteng kelas.
Wahh,boleh ke??

I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure, which is-try to please everybody.
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?-Bob Marley-

Hate Me Today Hate Me Tomorrow

2010-04-19T18:26:00.000-07:00

Haha yeah.I passed.PASSED.And that's all I need for now.Alhamdulillah. *wink wink*

I am annoyed.Pissed off.Irritated.Uncomfortable.Disturbed.All because of this creature... You may be small, innoccent-looking creature.But you have got on my nerves already alright.You are envy whenever you see me sleeping in my comfy bed aren't you?An envious aura surrounding you.Whenever there's a chance,you'll hit on me.Prey on me,suckling my sweet tasty blood silently,enjoying every moment.Why don't you hit on somebody else your own size little Miss #$@%!.

I have been your only prey for the last couple of months.You just come and go.Whenever you feel like sucking,you come to me.Once I recover,you'll be ready on your feet to start your late night activity again.I'm sick of you.Please.My whole body itches.I scratch here,there,everywhere.At class,in the taxi,at home.I Hate You!
P/S : Not MY hand.Mine is NOT hairy.FYI.But those are the marks you leave on my delicate body Miss @$&#*!

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head,
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed,
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone,
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home,
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain,
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space.

Slim Shady's back

2010-04-11T15:31:00.001-07:00

Today, 12th April 2010.
Nearly nine months since my last post.

Things have been going on pretty well. Nothing much has changed. Except for more junk in my room. More clothes shopped from Oxford's St. More posters sticked on my wall near my bedside. More scarfs bought. More bags. And recently I was into paper cups so I have been collecting them since my first semester. They are not just any typical paper cups where we use for parties or so. Pret A Manger (not available in Egypt nor in Malaysia,got it from UK), Starbucks, McDonald's KitKat Mcflurry which we can't get it Malaysia, small tin of Coca-Cola. Yeah. I find it cool but Mama doesn't agree with this idea. It's like collecting a massive pile of rubbish. I will soon enough throw them all away. I promise.

Tomorrow is predicted that our results will be out in the lecture halls. 12pm sharp must go to Lecture B. I'm getting to be really nervous. My mid sem result was like whaaa. Results aren't supposed to make us unhappy, sad, gloomy. They are supposed to motivate us aren't they. Just don't peek on anybody else's results. Search for my number, browse through the marks, keep the results printed in my mind and walkaway. No need to feel down. No need to be nosy asking people around about their results. RESULTS SHOULD MOTIVATE US. NOT DEMOTIVATE US.

" Failure is like an unwanted teacher; no one likes it. But if you want success, you must learn from it."
" If you've found something that you want, you fight for it - even when everyone tells you to give up."

rindu daa

2009-07-11T13:54:00.001-07:00

Three papers to go.

I'm missing home.
I'm missing family.
I'm missing friends.

Penat juga.

2009-06-03T20:56:00.000-07:00

So it's time to move out. Packed my stuff the whole evening yesterday. Everything. The clothes. The books. The food. And we found many old stuff that we used be entertaining ourselves with right when we first came here. It was so funny. One of the things that I found was my colourful notes I did for my First Sem. It was so pretty and neat, my writing. And I had this very thick notebook I used to jot things in. I couldn't believe it.! I actually compiled my notes for different subjects. How good was I. Compared to now, my writing has become like what we call cakar ayam. And my notes are less colorful. But it is a good thing though that my understanding for what I am learning is making sense to myself.

And guess what, I finally found the thing that I have been searching for the whole freaking year! It is my camera charger! Geez, penat mencari. Atlast, dapat juga benda alah tu. I straight away charged my camera battery as soon as my dodol found it. Thanks Dodol ;) You made my day. Really. Haha.

And this
It was specially given to me by our Landlord. How cute.

ACT 1.
Pakcik : Hey! Er, have you.....checked....your....bill? Compared the bill with the next door neighbour??? (Arab talking English punya cara)
ME : Er, no mista. Sorry.
Pakcik : Hm. Ok. Check after this.
(Ater a few days...lepas balik kelas)
Pakcik : Have you checked?
ME : OH! I forgot.
Pakcik : Hm. OK. Check after this.
(After a few weeks...lepas balik kelas)
Pakcik : So?? How much is it?
ME : Eeek. Not yet check.
Pakcik : Why you always forgot???
ME : I have too many things going on in my mind sir. Too many things to think about.!
Pakcik : *geleng kapla* Go check. And tell me. For your own good.

ACT 2.
ME : Oh thank you for fixing it sir. I will give you tea someday.
(After a few days...lepas balik kelas)
Pakcik : Where is my tea???
ME : OH yes! I will give you your tea. *senyum lebar*
Pakcik : Mesyi.
(After a few weeks...lepas balik kelas)
Pakcik : My tea????
ME : Ngeeeeeee. Yes Your tea. *senyum lebar lagi*
(After a long time...lepas balik kelas)
Pakcik : Eyh,! Tea???
ME : *senyum lebar sangat sangat sampai tak tersenyum*

Kesian Pakcik. Useless ME.

Setelah Sekian Lama.

2009-06-03T15:32:00.000-07:00

Ring around the posie,
A pocket full of daisies,
A-tish-ooo,
A-tish-ooo,
We all fall down.

Cool enough, already?

2009-06-02T15:04:00.000-07:00

Alas, less than 50 days to be pampered and cuddled and do stuff :)

After donkey years, freeeko managed to show off freeeko's OoooO!!! yes.mission is accomplished, said freeeko.

AniakokoK

2009-05-31T16:47:00.000-07:00

Semalam I called You You tak answer,
You kata You keluar pergi dinner,
You kata You keluar dengan kawan You,
But when I call Tommy he said it wasn't true.
So I drove my car pergi Damansara,
Tommy kata maybe You tengok bola,
Tapi bila I sampai,
You...
You tak ada,
Lagilah I jadi gila.
So I called and called sampai You answer,
You kata 'Sorry Sayang tadi tak dengar',
'My phone was on silent',
'I was at the gym',
Tapi latar belakang suara perempuan lain.
Sudahlah Sayang, I don't believe You,
I've always known that Your words were never true,
Why am I with You?
I pun tak tahu.
No wonderlah my friends pun tak suka You.
So I guess that's the end of our story,
Akhir kata she accepted his apology,
Tapi last-last kita dapat tahu,
She was cheating too,
With her ex-boyfriend's bestfriend,

Tommy...

KANTOI.!!

Teruna&Dara

2009-05-31T00:57:00.000-07:00

I just need half an hour break (or maybe an hour??) from all these wooooords.

And here I am, spilling out my thoughts in this 'high tech diary' also known as the blog.

My current needs...
1. A headbanging concert. So that I can headbang as hard as I can in the crowd. No one can say anything because they will be too busy headbanging and dancing like a drunken ass on the dancefloor. Tak kesah.Nak berdansa sahaja,kehendak saya.

2. Drum. I want to play this toy instrument that I can hit what that looks like a tong-milo with two batang kayu. I'll get an orgasm when listening to the sound produced by this toy. Thrill thrill weyyy.

3. Katak. I am in desperate need for katak. Katakkk, Katakkk... I have all that I need to put you to sleep my dear katakkk. But where have you gone hiding???

4. Kipas. For ventilation in my room? ...takpe rumah baru ada kipas...

5. Orang putih.Orang Cina.Orang India.Orang Negro. "Manyak cantik Lenglui, mana lu mau pigi..." "Inggeporingge...Ane!Roti canai une!" "Putu mayam putu mayam putu mayam..." "Old newspaper!Paper lama!Saukaukoci!*honk honk*" "Would you like a cup of English tea honey?"

6. Palestin to the rescue. I want to protect the dying lonely hungry poor kids whose parents might be killed by the Monsters.

Lipstik is not so bad. And Roti too. It's a good beginning of the day to start with for a medic student like me. Buka youtube (pronounced as yu-toob) cari lagu baru get down to business.
Am I out of my mind or what, I'm starting to develop a fancy like like feeling towards corak on kain batiks.chanteeeqq...

RIP

2009-05-28T23:03:00.000-07:00

I was a ngokngek happy-go-lucky pain in the ass high school kiddo. Like most high school kids, I too had a favourite lepak place near my school. Since Form One, I have already discovered the going-to-be my hang out place. It started out when my Jing Gang and I had nothing better to do while waiting to be stuck in the period of doom where we had to pretend to be interested on what the heck the non-stop-talking-with-speckies old woman is crapping about....'We must behave like Puteri-puteri Sri Aman to maintain our school's reputation...' yadayada (One of the weekly pick up lines -___-) and line up in rows according to classes while singing Negaraku and Lagu Sekolah for nearly half an hour (felt like two hours to us...) which is also known as the weekly school assembly.

OK so the Jing Gang decided to lepak somewhere before suffocating ourself in the so called period of doom. And the nearest place that we could bitch around with our baju kurung kain biru with school tag was Jaya. That was when it all started.

Buhsan je, Jaya. Makan, Jaya.
Beli barang kelas, Jaya. Beli barang for any events happening, Jaya.
Photostat, Jaya. Beli dvd, Jaya.
Lepak, Jaya. Makan Lontong, Jaya.
Starbucks, Jaya. Shopping, Jaya.
Tution punnn, Jaya.
Basically, everything happened in Jaya. Jaya has contributed a lot to us Sri Amanians.

Yesterday, I was told Jaya has become a rumble! It has collapsed by itself! And it was not done by man.! I was shocked,sad. How can this be. But it's about time too for Jaya to end its life as a very convenient centre for all of us.

Jaya, may you rest in peace. A new replacement will surely be taking over your place Jaya. No worries.

Al-Fatihah.

AZestofLololooove

2009-05-26T10:44:00.000-07:00

A heart shape in gulai lemak? LOVE PORTION it is, according to 'Miss Lovey Dovey'. Hunger for love Kak Aisha????? *smirks* Go for it babe.! I will always be there to support youuu :D

noPants!

2009-05-25T02:42:00.000-07:00

PANASSSSSSSSSS......

WHAT IF... Someone starts a new trend here in Alexandria? Cute short animated boxers. On the streets? Just look at this dude..he wears just boxers at subways. It would be quite ridiculous actually if it does happen here(sure banyak gila controversy -_-). But due to the bright frying hot sunny weather, I wouldn't mind to follow the trend. It would be really cute I think. Imagine, boxers with big yellow smiley faces or rainbow colored boxers or small tiny polka dots printed on the boxers worn by living creatures named human...Comel pe.

So apa lagi.Someone,start the trend! It's getting really damn hot hot hot here.! :D

This is what we get

2009-05-23T10:45:00.000-07:00

It's humid. It's hot. It's sunny. It's bright. It's summer. Grab your shades and bikinis and let's hit the beach you crazeee peeple. But one thing which I think is not so very pleasant about summer is...the odour that gets into my hidung. I tell you, it's not what you would want to be rewarded with after a long day of class. It was not so bad before. But today, two unfortunate events happened :

Before lecture : Oh shitt. Ada bau weyy. Omg. We better get going. Why are we surrounded by these guys? Omfg. Jom join the peeple at the staircase. Bila lah Arab-arab nak blah nih. Dah start dah. The smell. Nah bau my tangan. Wangeeeee. Aaahhh...

While stopping a taxi balik rumah : Mansheya?? Lak. Mansheya?? Lak. Mansheya?? Lak. Eh, why is it so hard to get a taxi at this time?! Freaking tired ahh. Tax!! Mansheya??? (taxi stops) OH YES! (punches a fist in the air) Finally. (gets in the taxi) Mansheya fin?? Shari' An-Nas. OH shitt. Ada 'the smell' lahh. Adoiii. Cannot lah like this. Sobs...

Ah hah. It is a saddening part of my life here. Can't bear it. Need a bottle of sweet smelling bau everywhere I go now. You Arab peeplee!!

NAOMI

2009-05-23T10:22:00.000-07:00

HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY NAOMI!!!

It was one hell of a night wasn't it? :) Surprises.Mouth-watering foooood."Performances" dengan lagu Pudar.

Happpeeee Beeerrday again dear. Much Love from me :)

...photos of Naomi will be uploaded soon..

beware.

2009-05-16T14:49:00.000-07:00

We need our All and Mighty Saviour!!! Kasihani kami. Berikan segala pengetahuanmu kepada kami.
Trillion zillion thanks to Mike for squeezing us in your schedule. You are gooooood mate ;)

Weyhh. When we don't indulge ourselves with books for a reallllyyyyy reallllllyyy looooong time, we'll get high up in the sky when we see them. And we don't care less what people might think of us when we spot something that we have not seen for ages eg. baju and running towards it with a very happy face is actually quite a normal thing for us. We'll get really hyped up when it comes to this part. Do not mess with us in things like this. I warn you.

cakes.ombak.sunset.

2009-05-16T12:32:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BEEEEDAY FIDA YO COMEL. :) *smoochies*

It was our dearest petite Fida's 19th by the beach on Friday. Too many dramas and hell loads of fun on that evening. We shared touching stories and few tragic scenes happened. I was stunned and speechless when a naive little boy came to us asking for food being hit and smacked hard by a man which I don't think has any relationship with the little boy. It was a violent kid abuse. I was numb. I couldn't bear to see the scene. It was horrible to the eyes and disturbing to the mind. Amat sayu dan sedih melihat budak kecil tu. The little boy even had the guts to fight back the man. He angkat a big bata to actually throw to the man but he was too weak to do it. It was a relieve though that he could not lift the bata. Despite the violent act, everything else was fun.

Aiyo!

2009-05-11T14:32:00.000-07:00

Part 1 of the day.
Oh OK. So basically today was one of my normal school days. Woke up earlier than others so that I don't have to rush to get to the toilet to have my fresh morning shower (uh,shower?does the word shower even exist after a few months without it?). Yada yada. Mandi,gosok gigi,cuci muka. And breakfast. OH HOHH. Breakfast. Today's breakfast was healthy! I took the trouble to boil a sausage and while waiting for it to be boiled, I diced up some small cute tiny little red tomatoes and cut a banana into slices. I even sprinkled some serunding on my plate. Everything was so perfect. The sausage. The tomatoes. The banana slices. It was like one of my most perfect breakfast during schooling days that I have ever had. It was all a sarapan pagi yang amat indah till out of a sudden, Sufi popped into the kitchen with her muka mamai. "Ain, pukul berapa sekarang?" "Uh,(everything was paused for a moment)7 lebih...". OK. I didn't bother. Brought the breakfast into my room and enjoyed every bite of my breakfast.

Then,I got ready for class. Picked a top that first caught my eye from the closet and chose a scarf that matches my top-of-the-day. Again, another question was asked, "You tak puasa ke?". BANG BANG. "Ohhh Myy Gawdd. I lupa doeee...! Sufi you puasa ke?" "Ye ar..." And she started to yak yak and the house was full of suara-suara bising dipagi-pagi buta. And off we went to class. (Tapi in the end she ended up eating pizza for lunch too.)Hampehh...

Part 2 of the day.
Stayed in the library after class. I tended to go back home but exams are coming and more things need to be stored inside my brain. So I decided to be a geek till exam ends and stay in the library after class which I have never done it before even in sekolah menengah.Gila budak geek...but whatdaheck. I don't want to repeat the same mistake I did for first semester again. ok. Words words words from the books for nearly sometime. And it was time for me to perform my solat. Went alone. Pray pray semua, I reached out for my shoes to go back to the library. And suddenly, a young Arab lady nudged me and a big smile was shown on her face. "Amli eh?Sakin fin?" and she started to kiss me on both my cheeks. wtf. Not giving any negative vibes to this lady, I kissed her back and be as friendly as I can be. She looked excited to meet me. And then she called another older-looking lady in her mid 40's maybe to have a conversation with me. She crapped something in arabic which I don't understand but I just nodded and smiled as usual. The only word that I can understand was mustashfa which means hospital/clinic. So convinced it's a hospital/clinic, I thought to myself, they must be patients of the hospital/clinic. And so I layan layan jugak lah minah minah arab tu. The funny part was, they both looked happy to meet me and I freakingly have no idea why! Siap tanya tanya nama semua. Takpelah, as long as they are happy, it's fine with me. :)

The Little Maggot.

2009-05-10T05:46:00.000-07:00

Kecik : Hussien nak cekik diri sendiri!
Notsokecik : Hey! Kenapa??
Kecik : Urghhhhhhh.... (choking)
Notsokecik : Ya Allah.
Kecik : Nak tengok magic tak?
Notsokecik : Nak!
Kecik : Beebadeebeebadeeboo. Tadaa~ Here's the ketayap!
Notsokecik : Wahhh. Terer Hussien. (layannn...)
Kecik : Nak dengar lagu tak dari Youtube?
Notsokecik : Nak. Lagu apa?
Kecik : Bengok lah. Stupid lah Internet ni. Terdisconnect pulak.
Notsokecik : Hey! Hussien. Tak baik lah.
Kecik : Hee. OK dengar lagu ni. Eh, Hussien nak pergi tolong Riyya kejap. Nah
dengar lagu dulu.
Notsokecik : OK Hussien. I'll wait.

Why do I like to layan him? Because...
1. He is a Superman. He has a cape and runs around the house as if he's flying like a Superman.
2. He named his monkey doll Pokok. And when I asked him why name the doll Pokok, he repiled "Sebab dia suka duduk tepi pokok dekat rumah Hussien..."
3. He talks a lot. And I do mean a lot. He talks like a grown up which sometimes I find it hillarious.
4. He always nugde me at Skype.
5. He gets mixed up with my name and my sister's.
6. He is at Jubail.

Rintihan

2009-05-08T00:06:00.000-07:00

I'm fudging bored as hell. It's only 9 in the morning. I realised, nowadays I sleep less. 5 hours is the max. There are times when I only get 3 hours of sleep. Is this a bad habit? I don't think so because I remember my cikgu sekolah told me 5 hours of sleep is the minimum duration of time to get yourself cuddled up and drift to lala land. That is why I suffer from panda-eye symptom! Looking like a zombie. Looking old! DANG! Thanks to those who realise how I look these days. My goal for this month and the months after is to sleep by 12. I can't go on having lebam-lebam under my eyes for the rest of my...life? Have mercy on your eyes Ain. They need to look good too.

Patho practical exam this Sunday. Roughly around 30 jars + slides to be memorised. And the worst part is only 5 jars + 5 slides will be asked in the exam. This is a torture to the mind body and soul. And to add to this misery, more assignments are pilling up. And today I have to get my ass out off this house to go to Mara building for assignment thingy. Anatomy is another subject not to be missed. Poor small little tiny brain. Have to be crammed up with names of muscles. It's ok. At least listening to Don't Trust Me by 3oh!3 makes me feel...happy...hmm...I think so...happy...

OK. Less than 90 days. I can survive. But I can't tahan anymore. I need to get the smell of PJ sudahh. Tak tahan lagi. Menunggu masa. Melihat keindahan tanah airku.

You're hot~ Let's get low low low babyhh~

dead

2009-05-07T11:51:00.000-07:00

Bergambar dengan manusia yang sudah dicelup dengan sejenis cecair yang dinamakan Formalin. I thought it would haunt me in the middle of the night, but I was wrong. It only caused me an itchy gatal nose. This photography session was done after class. The 'caretaker' of the cadavers had to wait for us to finish beraksi with the manusia tidak bernyawa for him to take away those manusia tidak bernyawa. Too bad for him. We were jakuns.

These are the fews...

2009-04-28T07:41:00.000-07:00

Nasi.
Baguette.
Fries.
Jelly Beans.
Cereals.
These are the fews that makes us sleepy actually. I just had a reaallyyy gooood sleep. My sinus has gone away. And my migraine too. Now all that I need is something that can make my day. I need sweet smelling stuff. I need pretty things. I need to window shop with my sisters! uh huh! Window shop is all I need right now. Oh dear, how I miss OU, KLCC, Curve, Sunway Pyramid. Adiks-adiks!! Nak shop with you guys!!!

Otak Berputar-putar

2009-04-26T21:27:00.000-07:00

DAMN.
My head is as heavy as a piece of rock. I am having one of my panda-eye days. Drinking a big cup of Milo + Nescafe for breakfast might not help me to stay alert in class today because I can hear my body whispering 'Katil...Bantal...TEDDY...'. Shit. It's 7.34am. I need to get going. Grab my scarf and get ready. And boleh pula, someone is snoring like no one's business beside me while I'm suffering from this misery. Nooooo....I better get going! Think HAPPY TOUGHTS. Happy thoughts Ain!! Class is INTERESTING. LECTURERS are FUN. I just need to stay awake for two hours. Two hours. And that's it. Then I can reward myself with a gooooood sleeeep....

Brother Kecil.

2009-04-20T03:49:00.003-07:00

The one who eats surat khabar lama. The one eats Johnson & Johnson's powder. The one that always gets the attention. The one that always gets scolding after school, because all smothered up with €mud.dirt.rotten-smelling thing-a-ma-jig. The spoiled bit. The hard bit.

But now,he's an all grown lad. Already on his own. Sekolah Asrama.Sports.PS Games.Bola.Babes...maybe... *grins*
Whatever it is, you will always be MY beloved budak busuk. Forever..and will always be...surrounded by four hot and spicy sisss.
Have a Happy Booorpdeiii Bro.!
Banyak Sayangs. *smacks on your dangg bootylicious*

Makan.

2009-04-15T05:33:00.000-07:00

PENGAT PISANG!!!!

CEKODOK!!!!

Banananananaa makes me go highhhh~

Had a small feast at the back of Pharmacology Lab. We took turns to gobble up the cekodoks and pengat.

She : Haa,nak rasa pengat? Boleh order.
Her : Ohh yeh? Erm, takpelah. Buat dekat rumah.
That Girl : Oihh, pandai-pandai je.

Ye Cikgu, saya faham cikgu.

2009-04-11T12:35:00.000-07:00

Skyping with my long lost chinese tuition mate reminds me of my high school years. I was this very sakkkai suka buat kerja2 bodoh punya budak. Running around the school compound after recess just to have fun with my very sakkai mates. Main kejar2 lah kononnya. Bajet budak Darjah Satu baru. Break the stupid school rules. And also JAMBU BATU. Yess, we used to pluck jambu batu from a tree near our class. It was a must-to-do before the bell rings. And usually, me and my partner in crime will always be the first to be at the big gate masa balik sekolah. Before the bell rings, we will already be buying ice cream 50sen or sour tapes from the candyman and parents will alyways look at us with why-are-you-out-of-school-before-school-ends kind of look. We both will feel very proud of ourselves because we managed to escape from the @#$%! prefects. Whoops! My bad :P.

Ohh me, how i freakingly miss the cliques too. During recess, the miss-popular group will sit at one corner with their stuck up looks and the anime-lovers will be crapping about goku and etc. with atleast one anime comic book in their hand and the goody-goody-two-shoes will be eating their home-packed meals disscussing about upcoming exams and what is the meaning of Newton's Law. And the budak-budak sakkkai will be bengong as ever eating nasi campur at a table and LOUD laughter will always be heard from that table due to the kebengongans.

And the pakcik jaga. OHH yess. He was always there when we wanted to escape the school compound after house practices. He was always there when we wanted to jump across the pagar and he was always there when we needed to use the public phone outside. He was NEVER out of our sights when we were devil-to-be's. How good was he, the pakcik jaga that always caught us in act.

'Please kancing... Roll down your sleeves...". These are the most commonly used lines used by the budak-budak baju marroon. Frankly speaking, I kind of miss this too. Ahhhaaa! Back in Form V, I once raised my voice at the juniors for not attending Green house practice. HAHA. How funny. I went to the canteen and called out all the green house members to go to the padang for kawad kaki practice. Lawak doe. I actually shouted at them. Can you belive it. *laughing my head off*

Is it possible if I rewind back time and be a high school kiddo again? Or can I like use the time machine from Back To The Future movie so that I can be the sakkai kiddo again? Aihh, girls' school memang best tahap ceeeeppan.

NOt My thing.

2009-04-10T02:24:00.001-07:00

ART is not my middle name.

Senoir came. And we were asked to list down 5 things about ourselves that none have yet discovered about each one one of us. It was not surprising that I was the first to 'pass up' the list. It took me about 3 minutes to actually think what to merapu about myself. It's not like it is going to be read by the dean or anything. So there it was, the first game we had to play.

Next was the drawing game. Oh sheeeeet. How I loathe drawing. The interest was still there back when I was in primary school. Drew aliens in spaceship and flowers under the bright sunny sun with bees and butterflies and people that actually look like people, not the round-headed-one-lined-body kind of people which they call stick people. The passion of drawing was built up till Standard Six. Then it fades away.......

Back to the story, we were asked to draw something about the person sitting next to us. And so I got my anak mami. I reached out for a green pen and started drawing. I was the first to complete my drawing. As usual. It was funny when I looked up, everyone was still digging their heads in their papers. Very semangat-ed melukis. I saw few drawings and compared theirs with mine. Sheeeeet. Mine has only got one color. GREEN. And that's just it. So dull and un.....unattractive. To add some 'spice' to my drawing, I reached out for pink and purple highlighter and started to scribble. Macam nampak lagi burok adalah. DAMN ME. This shows how unskillful I am in drawing. *bang**bang**die*

NO more drawings for me, please. Baik pergi baca buku Pharma punn lagi bagus Ain. A kindergarten kid can do better than you do girl.

Just Another Day.

2009-04-07T07:04:00.000-07:00

Was paying attention. Concentrating on what she was teaching. "Cerebrospinal fluid travels from here, passing through that, and ends its journey around there..." And notes were jotted down.

One hour later.

Another lecturer took over the class. He asked questions. And my watch was ticking slower then ever. The attendant lady was at the corner of the class with her attendance sheet in front of her. And as the lecturer stepped out of the class, without hesitation and no time wasted, she called out our names. And this was what we scribbled by the end of the class.

What would you do Potatohead?

2009-04-06T07:26:00.001-07:00

Hmm...When you have a class, you attend the class. Be punctual. Remember the way to the class. And if you are not allowed to use the hallway to get to the class, you walk up to the makcik duduk tepi corridor and ask her what's the problem. When this happens, do not panic. Just make yourself attend the class. It's the INITATIVE to attend the class that matters. Tak Ponteng. Even if it's 45 minutes late. And just when you are already outside the class, you just have to open the door and say "Sorry Miss, I got lost on the way here...". That is all. But if the lecturer's voice is heard from outside, with a very garang tone, like a harimau nak makan orang, hmm... In this situation, I think... I guess... you are excusable to step out of the department and very much welcome to the library, study. Till class ends. And then, you go back home. Safely.

RedHotBit.

2009-04-06T06:45:00.000-07:00

And here I was, in one of the streets somewhere near the University. And the Makcik here made me reach out for my little gadget, The Handphone for a *snip* *snap*. And see how these daaarm ess-es park their cars. Let's not put them to blame. OK you see, the road is very narrow and many many cars are 'squeezing' through the very narrow street. Like a high-pressured blood gushing into the small little arteries which causes dilatation and leads to flushing and hotness of the skin. Just like how the drivers were. They became 'HOT'. Tension builds up. Stress all over. Honking like no ones business. Still, they are immobile. Still not moving. Panassssss...

EG. MAS.

2009-04-04T09:19:00.000-07:00

Malaysia.
It was a routine to fetch Ina from school and drive around PJ to check out some kuih-muih at the gerai-gerai tepi jalan. We get all kinds. Pisang goreng. Cucur udang. Keropok lekor. Donut. Karipap. Badak berendam. Kuih lapis. How I wish these kuih-selling stalls are here in Egypt. "Genie In The Bottle...Please bring the makcik goreng pisang come here...POOF."

Egypt.
The streets are crowded with bright flourescent colourful women and weird-looking men. Where to head to when we have more time to waste after class. No makcik kuih. No gerai mamak. No 'Hard Rock' (our fav lepaqq place). No car to drive around. No stuck-in-traffic moments. No Taman Jaya. No bookstores. But the good things about this place are we get to quench our thirst with, Tuffah billaban. Cantaloupe. Faraulah. Manggo. Muz billaban. And also Fattirah bilkrimah. Salabiyah. Ummu Ali.. And others. Nicey.

How ler?

2009-04-04T08:37:00.000-07:00

WTf. As I was melayann-ing myself walking down the serabut Mansyia street, my mind was distracted by these Arabs. What the hell are they doing up there. Nak cakap betulkan wiring dekat bangunan tu... Impossible. Nak cakap mereka-mereka ini nak bersantai... Lagi impossible. Can't really figure out. Can you?

Angel campur pelik jadi ???

2009-04-01T08:54:00.000-07:00

Halia...Oh Halia...Why don't they sell Halia here at the suk? Oh. The fishmonger kept on yelling "Natalia! Natalia!" Since that day. And today, he finally got the chance to talk to Natalia because she needed to buy some gambari from that shop. Blurheaded and profoundly clueless on what the hell he was crapping about, Natalia just nodded and smiled and "mmhmm...mmhmm"-ed throughout the whole conversation. And the conversation was ended with a smack and a loud laugh at the fishmonger's friend by he, himself. How pelikkk.

Comel. I woke up from my short evening nap. And guess what.? I think I have been a really really good little angel these few days. Santa has left me a note with 3 smarties-topped cookies on my table. Thank you Santa :)

It's A Norm.

2009-03-31T09:37:00.000-07:00

We were stripe-ed up for class today :) Kebengongan and kepelikkan of us during Pathology and Biochemistry practicals is a norm. Slides of specimens. Ika and Ain, the Pengembala Kambings on the way to Biochemistry practical. Walking to and fro again. Milk-in-testtubes experiment.

After class, was ice-cream moment!! Not today. But yesterday.

Brand New

2009-03-31T09:26:00.000-07:00

Nampak itu baju kami pakai?
Manyak cantikkan. Suma tiga-tiga lenglui juga pakai itu baju pergi kelas ma..

Mine is from PRIMARK. Cute aite? These are all London mali tops bought by our beloved sayangs, Knisa,Sofea,Nabila,Fida. Eventhough we don't get to jejak our kaki to London, we get the smell and touch of London too OK. That doesn't sound too bad isn't it? I don't think so :)

Sakit? 2

2009-03-31T09:09:00.001-07:00

Do you still remember the post Sakit? If you don't, then you're a loser. HAHAHA! :D

Hmm yeah, these are the few pictures that I just took from Ika's phone. See the evil-looking yellow urine-like liquid there? THAT was the liquid that went inside my body and it nearly killed me (exagurating je :P). But it was really a dark evil poisonous liquid. My whole body shivered due to the ICYCOLDness of it. I was so weak. Lethargic. Not able to even utter a single word. All that came out of my mouth was "Sejuk...Sejuk Abang Din...Sejukkk...". Memang fucked up. But it was an experience though. Fun juga :)

While waiting to meet the doctor.

Legend kah itu?

2009-03-29T06:19:00.000-07:00

Imagine in 10 years time, I will already be furthering my studies in masters. At LONDON. A SPECIALIST. Maybe taking over Ayah's clinic later on. BE RICH. And COOL. I like the word RICH. When RICH comes into our lives, we can rule the world and get what we want and what we like. Indulge ourselves with the luxuries in this world. Like dipping marshmallows in dark rich chocolate sauce and let them melt in our stoma (mouth,in medic term). Mmmm...

OK. Now let's imagine in 10 years time, new batches of students enter my university. New freshmen. And their seniors tell legends of the university to them. One of the legends is,

"On a very fine day in the beginning of spring 10 years ago, three mates were caught to be seen loitering around the university compound after the morning lecture. Some say they were three very good girlfriends. Others say they were brother and sisters. And few say they were two girlfriends and a guy. None can actually figure out which is the true version.

These mates first headed to the 'Secret Restaurant a.k.a Unibrow place' to have lunch. They berbual kosong like how normal teens like to do. It was already 11.40am and two of them will be having Pathology practical at 12pm. The conversation goes like this :

Prince : You ada practical class kan? Pegilah department tu. Dah dekat dah.
Lolita : Alaa, awal lagi!
Cik Siti : Come let's hantar Prince till Papa Boonch's and then kita patah balik for practical class.
Lolita : Yay! Jom!

And they went.

Prince : Ok dah sampai dah. You guys pegilah class.
Lolita and Cik Siti : Alaa, Prince takde class lepas ni. Boleh balik bila-bila. Jomlah hantar kitorang pergi department. And then you boleh ambik taxi dari gate pergi bank tu. (Muka mengharap)
Prince : Hmm..OK OK.

And they walked back to the department.

Lolita and Cik Siti : Ok Prince! Weehee. You balik naik taxi dekat gate tu.
Prince : Ok.
Lolita and Cik Siti : Ada duit tak?
Prince : Takde duit kecik.
Lolita and Cik Siti : Nah nah,ambik 2 genih. Jalan baik-baik. *pat pat on Prince's back*
Prince : Ok. Bye."

And Prince went off. Like an adik pun ada jugak. People were curious who they actually were. Walking to and fro at the same places. Are they related? Why were they acting like that? None can solve this mystery. A mystery must be remained as mystery, I should say.

MyRedFlowersAreBlooming :)

2009-03-28T08:01:00.000-07:00

Oh shiznit.

I shouldn't have written my blog in Microsoft Words for Hari Jadi post and pasted here in Blogspot. Now, the font and size has disappeared. And everytime I write, I need to copy and paste a link to get the same font as before. Very troublesome and leceh. Clever me -_-

My Microbiology test today was cool. Looks like studying right after each and every lecture everyday really ease my life. I'm Loving Myself. I realised, I am more disciplined and know what to do everyday for this second semester. Unlike my first semester. It was a disaster. I'm getting the momentum of being a Medic student already. Proud eh? :)
xoxo, youknowyouloveme

Hari Jadi :)

2009-03-27T01:50:00.000-07:00

Pictures mean a thousand words. Like what they say.

Just look at the pictures. With the hoodie I wear for my visits to the suk (pasar), my house Tshirt and my slipar. Luckily I changed my Clorox-stained pants. I thought Sufi and I would just go and buy some bread nearby. Why bother to look good when you just have to deal with the kedai runcit owner. But it was kind off weird when Sufi dressed up in her pink UCB and jeans and a proper tudung. I didn’t care less.

Off we went to Barakah. Then met rumah sebelah. Surprised with the presence of Abang Din, dressed in Meet-Uncle-Hussien like. I got even more shocked when I was told that we are going to Shatby to meet people that I hardly know. Imagine, meeting unknown people with yourself wearing just baju tidur. SAY WHAT?!

I sweared and cursed and blabbered non-stop on the way to Shatby in the tramco. The Arabs gave me the look and asked me to shut up but I couldn’t. It was just too freakingly shocking! Reached Shatby. I merepek-ed even more (no details and whatsoever needed in what I said that night.mybad :P).

To get to the other side of the highway,we had to go through a tunnel. And in the tunnel, I said ‘Oihh,I pakai hoodie je!’. Out of a sudden Sufi pulled down my hoodie from my head and I tooooted. Betul-betulkan my hair and all, went up to the beach area.

And it was the sweetest thing that has happened. The breeze. The pretty waves. A big banner. Candles on the bread and butter pudding. The whole crowd.

2009-03-27T00:18:00.000-07:00

Miss Spring has arrived!

2009-03-26T23:13:00.000-07:00

N.B. These are real flowers and are snapped by wonderful moi! :)

Which rumah?

2009-03-26T22:37:00.000-07:00

After the test tube pecah incident, Ika, Luqman, Imran and I got down to house-hunting around the town. It was very adventurous and cool!

Walked from the university to Gad for lunch and to houses that attracted us.
Imran used his bahasa Arab skills talking to the bawabs (caretaker of the house). Luqman talking as usual, once he talked about how a woman was cut through her abdominal part and was put a small living kitten into it. And the abdominal part was stitched up again. How grossly disgusting the story was. Ika and I as always, got excited and all.

Ater a few attempts searching for houses, we managed to see a house at Azarita near the Alexandria library. The house has its pros and cons.

The pros : Overlooks the sea, two comfortable bedrooms with a queen-sized bed,a dressing table and a big cupboard, and the house is cantik jugaklah.

The cons : Rent is 2 000 genih per month which wayyyy exceed our budget.

Ika has came up with a name for the house. It is called the Crying Baby House. Kind off an eerie name isn't it? The name was given because the house has a few crying baby pictures. Memang creepy kan.

The toilet.

The bedroom.

Whoops,pecah

2009-03-26T21:58:00.000-07:00

25th March 2009.

See the test tube? It is broken at the upper part.
How the hell can the test tube be broken just at the upper part?
Curious?
Let me do some explanation.

It was our first biochemistry practical at the new high classed oversea-looking laboratory. As usual, Ika and I would always make a grand entrance, but this time it was not our mistake. We got the wrong information. Ika, Luqman, Fathi, me and another girl were waiting at another lab, thinking we were the early ones to come to class (dah rasa bangga dengan diri sendiri dah). Chit chatting with Luqman about his new London mali bag, suddenly I got a call from Athirah, saying the class is at another lab.What a waste of pistachio.

So we headed to the lab. One hour of lending our ears to the lecturer was not so bad. The annoying part was I couldn't really get myself focused because my view was blocked by the tiang, and so blocking my view to see the lecturer. Oh, what the heck.

After the listening-to-lecturer part, comes the doing-the-experiment part. We were assigned to conduct an experiment on salivary amylase. Athirah as usual, got really hyped up and gelabah. We prepared the experiment together.

When it was time to put the substance in a water bath, Athirah was frigginly funny.
The water bath was crowded by our group mates.
Athirah was at the back of them wanting to take our test tube from the water bath.
She squeezed herself in between the girls reaching her hand towards the test tube.
When she got hold of the test tube, I think she got over excited, she held the test tube very veryyy firmly and tightly.
Putting too much pressure on it, caused the test tube to pecah at the upper part.
Everyone laughed. Athirah menggelabah and gelak.
I burst into laugh.
I laughed all the way.
Our first Biochemistry experiment was a whatthebapak ah.

Sakit?

2009-02-28T05:47:00.000-08:00

Does it hurt when the big long sharp pin-like needle goes through your skin?
How does it feel like when suddenly you start to shiver after half of the fluid went inside your body through the needle?
And out of a sudden you feel very lethargic and start having fever...

After 18 years of living, I have never been to a hospital to get an IV infusion. It quite freaked me out actually. Waiting for the doctor to treat me was already a suffer I had to go through. It took me about two hours to wait for the doctor.
And then...the REAL suffer begins. Two drips were introduced to my body. Glucose solution and NaCl solution.
I never knew that it would cost me that much of pain.
OMFG.

The Holy...Supernova?

2009-02-24T23:57:00.000-08:00

The sound of a man reciting the Qur'anic verses in the shivering cold morning is always heard in,, here. Most of the times, you can spot random people performing their solat may it be at the side of the busy road, or by the warm breeze of the sea. Anywhere. Sometimes, they do it berjemaah. Can this be followed by fellow citizens of Malaysia? Maybe.?

Ok. Let us play the guessing game, shall we. What is this kids?? An explosion of supernova??? Or a burnt nasi bubur in a pan???

I'll give you time to think.
3..
2..
1..
Ding Ding. Time's up!

If you think it's an explosion of supernova? You are partially correct. Because that was the first thing came up in my mind when I saw it in the kitchen. It was the joke of the day. Jay really caused us a great laughter yesterday. Since yesterday was one of the boring days we usually had to go through, minding our own business in our own imaginary lands.

This was how the story goes.

Sufi had a bad bad diarrhea (blame the KFC). Still having the diarrhea though.
Jay made the nasi bubur for her and said the bubur will be ready in half an hour time.
While waiting, Sarah called her.
They talked.
And talked.
And talked.
And a hangus smell suddenly distracted my concentration on the Histology book.
I didn't bother the smell, thinking it was coming from outside.
"OH MY GOD!"
Jay jumped off her bed and ran like a chicken towards the kitchen.
Her bubur turned out to be a supernova instead.
She had to make a new nasi bubur then.
HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHHAA. Kelakar ouhhh. :))

Cops.Blood.Chaos.

2009-02-24T01:03:00.000-08:00

A bomb blast at the heart of the Egyptian capital's tourist district has left one person dead and 23 injured.

Police said a French woman was killed in the explosion on Sunday outside Cairo's historic Hussein mosque in the popular Khan el-Khalili bazaar area.

Egyptian, French, German and Saudi nationals were injured by flying stone and marble fragments, a police official at the scene said.

"It was an explosive, perhaps a hand grenade," one police official said.

Details remained sketchy but the interior ministry said in a statement that bombs were planted under a seat near a cafe just outside the al-Hussein Hotel.

The Egyptian Middle East news agency, quoting witnesses, earlier reported that explosive devices were thrown from the roof of a nearby hotel.

Blood stains could be seen in the front courtyard of the mosque, next to the famed bazaar.

Police later detonated a second device without causing any injuries.

Fighting crimes trying to save the world!

2009-02-23T14:48:00.000-08:00

The icy cold night. Us Power Rangers were out to save the night. We attacked Green Plaza. Firstly by invading the music shop. The piano. Yes, the piano. It melted our hearts and the sound of it really had a great impact on us Power Ranger pianists. Next stop, Shami restaurant. The Power Rangers filled up their energy tank by gobbling shish tawook, shawarma, and other dishes. With boozed energy, we used our secret weapons to attack Alfa Market. Many many plastic bags of junks were dragged by us to the taxi stand outside. And the night ended with lots of touched silly stories till 5am.

Burp Sorry.

2009-02-23T13:23:00.000-08:00

Two more papers to go. 3rd March will be the day of victory for me (hell yeah,,just a small victory). Will be celebrating with a small nap right after Terminology. Well, that is my plan for now. And 10 long holidays before my second semester begins. Should I go on a trip with the rest or should I just stay at home?

Reasons why i should go on a trip :

Tenangkan fikiran
Have fun
See new places
Spend time with mates
Destress myself
Ayah suggested to go on a trip

Reasons why I should not go on a trip :

$$$ will fly away
Nervous about getting the exam results
Too many negative things to list down

As a conclusion, I should just go for a trip kan? Rather than staying at home, doing the same ol same ol routine. Wake up, make my bed, shower, breakfast, online, Stefano, lepaq, balik tiduuurr. No way jose. Unhealthy unhealthy. No Ain. Go do something that gives benefit to yourself. Moarning about the past can never change the present. Like what Ayah said, "Takutt, takutt, you must not be scared because you are already a medical student. How to treat your patient if you keep on takutt takuutt like this?" That is true actually. Parents are always correct. This is scary.

Vday. Five People You Meet In Heaven. A handmade bottle of read-me-love-notes. A chocolate strawberry candy scented candle. A handmade album compiled of love songs. Four roses from Chillies for each. And four sophisticated young ladies from different backgrounds to complete the day. And not to forget, the mee bandung too.

16

2009-02-21T00:43:00.001-08:00

HAPPY SWEEEEET SIXTEEN YASMIN!!!! MUCH LOVE FROM ME *SMOOCHIES*

Mummy Dearest

2009-02-20T23:33:00.000-08:00

You have taught me to become a better person,
A stronger person,
You taught me how to see the world,
Widen up my scope,
Changed my perspective and opened up my mind.
You are the person that I always consult to,
Your advices,
Motivational talks,
Sometimes scoldings too,
Made me become who I am now.
You are never tired,
Working, cooking, taking care the five of us,
You never did complain,
Never in a million years would you be bored with it,
And that, I do appreciate, really.
You have gone through many challenges of life,
Tests from Allah,
The ups and downs,
The woes and happiness in the journey of life,
For forty six long years,
And never did you ever give up on life.
From being a spoiled rich Dato's daughter,
Living in luxury,
With maids and chaperones,
To a very understanding, caring doctor
Which many admires.
I love you,
I admire you,
I adore you,
I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you.
You are always in my mind,
Even when we are seperated by the big big sea,
With you, in Malaysia,
And me, in Egypt.
Happy Birthday Ma!
Happy Birthday Ma!
May Allah bless you always.
Love you so much.

Ginger & Halia

2009-02-20T07:19:00.000-08:00

Some random acts taken. My few favourites.

Huge Transformation.

2009-02-20T05:16:00.000-08:00

People change.
In the sense of fashion, personality, lifestyle, appeareance.
And it is scary.
S-c-a-r-y.
Yes.
A few nights ago, before going off to sleep, I browsed through my picture files. Well, this is like my regular pattern, browsing through whatever files inside my laptop till I drift off to my Lala Land. And you wouldn't believe this. I changed A LOT, and I do mean A LOT. I admit I was eating like a pig before I came to Egypt. I ate all kinds. From Japanese Sushi to Indian Tandoori to Western steak to makanan kampung Melayu to fast foods. Basically, I was stuffing myself with whatever there was back in Malaysia truly Asia. My motive was to avoid myself from missing these variety of food when in Egypt. Ok, how would you react to someone saying there would be no delicious food in Egypt, even the KFC chicken is not as nice as it is in Malaysia? You would be dead cuak wouldn't you. Well, that was what exactly happened to me.

When I reached Egypt, the bad eating habit continues. More new food I discovered. New food to try and taste. New unheard weird food. It goes on till the time my family came to visit me for the whole of December. That was when I started to consume the same proportion of food when in Malaysia. It took me just one month to get rid of these extra baggage. It felt so good when people tell you how much you have loose weight that they can't even pinch your cheeks anymore.

These pictures will prove to you how much weight I have lost since I came to Egypt. Needless to say, the people around me too look different. More mature-looking and more young adult-looking. See, my transformation from a Pikachu to a pipi kempis is so fast. Its like a balloon being popped by a sharp needle.

Recently(up), when first came to Egypt(down).

A Year Older.

2009-02-10T12:56:00.000-08:00

A VERY HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MISSY.
LOVE YOU MUCH.

Emotions.

2009-02-02T03:01:00.000-08:00

Now that I have finally realised, people reading my blog is just so uncool. Once you tell a person the link to ones blog, the word will spread. From one person, to many many many others. People just love the smell of gossip. Gossips are everywhere. Let it be at high school, or here. Fuck the Gossip Girl series. We are all trapped in the world of gossips. All I need is just a space of my own. No more people asking me, "Bila nak update blog? Dah berzaman kot." Hell yeah, I did not update my blog because, 1. Blogging is not important to me because people read what my mind is thinking; and 2. I do not have time for all these shits unlike some people who updates blogs each and every freaking day.

Ok. Enough said.