the minitest results came out last wednesday evening. alhamdulillah i passed, not with flying colours but a pass nonetheless. still anxious waiting for the end block results which have have has been said to come out today.
owh, i'm so happy coz i'm goin home this afternoon.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Thursday, December 30, 2004
fainting doctors-to-be
a friend of mine suddenly collapsed in the middle of a lecture this morning. dahlah she sits in the front row, right in front of the lecturer. it's still early in the morning, but maybe she slept late and hadn't time for breakfast this morning.
this is the second time it has happened. the first time, it was another girl, in the lab, during the microbio practical briefing. she was fasting that day, so maybe it was due to hypoglycemia. the first incident was followed by tips on how to manage an unconciuous patient while the second on how important breakfast was.
moral of the story? don't forget to take yer breakfast and if u think ur gonna pengsan, take preventive measures like rest or sit down or lie down for a while. if not, u'll definitely suffer from post-syncope embarrassment.take it from someone who's been there. believe me, i know how it feels to nearly faint but alhamdulillah i've never reached the faint stage.
wouldn't it be a sight to see doctors fainting in the hospital. i'd certainly not go there meself...hehe
this is the second time it has happened. the first time, it was another girl, in the lab, during the microbio practical briefing. she was fasting that day, so maybe it was due to hypoglycemia. the first incident was followed by tips on how to manage an unconciuous patient while the second on how important breakfast was.
moral of the story? don't forget to take yer breakfast and if u think ur gonna pengsan, take preventive measures like rest or sit down or lie down for a while. if not, u'll definitely suffer from post-syncope embarrassment.take it from someone who's been there. believe me, i know how it feels to nearly faint but alhamdulillah i've never reached the faint stage.
wouldn't it be a sight to see doctors fainting in the hospital. i'd certainly not go there meself...hehe
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
late again
I’ve just finished parasito lab. We had to observe the slides of all the nematodes we’d already learnt. All the stages; egg, larvae or microfilariae and adults. There was also a specimen of Ascaris lumbrocoides (the earthworms) clogging the intestines. Gross. There was also a demo on the parasito techniques used to collect the specimens and observe them.
actually, i was somewhat afraid of being scolded for not wearing my labcoat since i forgot to ask it back from kak rena. she washed hers so she borrowed mine. alhamdulillah no one reprimanded me for it.
This afternoon, at the musolla, kak farah called me. She’s the assistant class rep. she told me to come to class earlier coz even the lecturers have complained of the students constant late arrival to class. Me and azza, ever since she had the car, have always been late for class, save for yesterday since there was the minitest and all. I felt somewhat guilty and embarrassed though I realized that it was so true. Especially since this morning we were late for pharmaco tutorial too.
I dunno what’s happening to me. I’m becoming so malas. I totally have to change.
4.10pm
28.12.04
actually, i was somewhat afraid of being scolded for not wearing my labcoat since i forgot to ask it back from kak rena. she washed hers so she borrowed mine. alhamdulillah no one reprimanded me for it.
This afternoon, at the musolla, kak farah called me. She’s the assistant class rep. she told me to come to class earlier coz even the lecturers have complained of the students constant late arrival to class. Me and azza, ever since she had the car, have always been late for class, save for yesterday since there was the minitest and all. I felt somewhat guilty and embarrassed though I realized that it was so true. Especially since this morning we were late for pharmaco tutorial too.
I dunno what’s happening to me. I’m becoming so malas. I totally have to change.
4.10pm
28.12.04
my dilemma
The time is 0016. I feel very tired and somewhat dizzy. I just got the t-shirts from Fahmi. After waiting for so long for him to pass it to me (and some persistent nagging), he finally called me up and gave ‘em to me. They’re not the average t-shirts you can get at any mall. They’re the long-sleeved shirts that you can only buy at certain places, and from certain people. Immediately, asma’, syahadah and am bought one each. I’m thinking of buying one too.
Before that, I was looking through the stuff for the Catalyst since kak nurul personally came to the room. I had to at least go thru ‘em once. Around isya’, me and my old roommates at matrix had celebrated the birthdays of our friends, wani and najwa. Fatimah had bought a blueberry cake, some mushroom soup, rojak and nasi goring cina. It’s been some time since we all got together and just hung out.
My dilemma
Yesterday, around noon, I had to greet or welcome the arrival of the 3rd-year UKM students that would be doing their elective posting here at HTAA. So, since I was in-charge of the Edu and Info Bureau, kak miza asked me to be the one doing it. She had to go back home to kelantan. I had to find someone else to help me. I didn’t have to sambut them with any kompang or such thing, just make sure that they got the key to their room and show them where the main facilities are. It wasn't like the last time with the Indonesian students. Susah nak mintak tolong orang kat sini coz everyone is very busy. Especially since my block consists mostly of seniors.
The whole morning I was revising or attempting to revise since I’d anticipated their arrival around 2pm. Before they arrived, I wanted to make sure everything was okay so I went to the security office to ask for the keys to the room. No one was there. So I went to the room itself to check if it was already opened or not. It wasn’t. So, I called the security guard and asked if he’d open it. He said the students had to arrive first. I thought, okay, I’ll wait till they arrived. At 3.00pm they came. Since there were no brothers to greet them, I called up zaid, my headcomm to come down. Kam, I didn’t know where he was and Shams was still at home. Then, I immediately phoned the pakcik guard. He said he couldn’t do anything coz he’d not received any info. I was surprised but could still maintain my cool. He told me to deal with bro amil the mahallat officer. Bro amil said the students had mentioned in their letter that they’d be arriving on Monday. He couldn’t do anything since it wasn’t office hours and told me to find them some outside accommodation. I was flabbergasted. Clueless. Shocked. I didn’t know what to do. Zaid came but he was as clueless as I was, more in fact since he hadn’t the slightest knowledge of these UKM students coming here. It might have slipped my mind to inform him. Heh, and all this while I was on his case for not informing me things. Here I was doing it to him. Anyway, there I was, supposed to be handling the situation efficiently yet failing to do the job properly. Starting to panic, I called up bro syed, the president of MSC and told him of the situation at hand. He said he’d call Kam (who we later found out was at the hospital and couldn’t help at all) and that he’d come ASAP. It took him a while to get here. During that time, yusran came down, and he called kak mawad but they too couldn’t do anything. When bro syed did arrive, he’d had to sweet talk the pak guard into giving him the keys. He finally succeeded, I dunno how. All I know is there’s some really serious miscommunication somewhere. I tak bersalah. Finally, after an hour the whole thing was settled and I could get back to my revising.
Oh yeah, ustazah hamidah’s safely delivered a baby girl yesterday. I got the message at 18:37:18. just as azza and I were going out to get ourselves some dinner and a slurpy
0107
28/12/04
Before that, I was looking through the stuff for the Catalyst since kak nurul personally came to the room. I had to at least go thru ‘em once. Around isya’, me and my old roommates at matrix had celebrated the birthdays of our friends, wani and najwa. Fatimah had bought a blueberry cake, some mushroom soup, rojak and nasi goring cina. It’s been some time since we all got together and just hung out.
My dilemma
Yesterday, around noon, I had to greet or welcome the arrival of the 3rd-year UKM students that would be doing their elective posting here at HTAA. So, since I was in-charge of the Edu and Info Bureau, kak miza asked me to be the one doing it. She had to go back home to kelantan. I had to find someone else to help me. I didn’t have to sambut them with any kompang or such thing, just make sure that they got the key to their room and show them where the main facilities are. It wasn't like the last time with the Indonesian students. Susah nak mintak tolong orang kat sini coz everyone is very busy. Especially since my block consists mostly of seniors.
The whole morning I was revising or attempting to revise since I’d anticipated their arrival around 2pm. Before they arrived, I wanted to make sure everything was okay so I went to the security office to ask for the keys to the room. No one was there. So I went to the room itself to check if it was already opened or not. It wasn’t. So, I called the security guard and asked if he’d open it. He said the students had to arrive first. I thought, okay, I’ll wait till they arrived. At 3.00pm they came. Since there were no brothers to greet them, I called up zaid, my headcomm to come down. Kam, I didn’t know where he was and Shams was still at home. Then, I immediately phoned the pakcik guard. He said he couldn’t do anything coz he’d not received any info. I was surprised but could still maintain my cool. He told me to deal with bro amil the mahallat officer. Bro amil said the students had mentioned in their letter that they’d be arriving on Monday. He couldn’t do anything since it wasn’t office hours and told me to find them some outside accommodation. I was flabbergasted. Clueless. Shocked. I didn’t know what to do. Zaid came but he was as clueless as I was, more in fact since he hadn’t the slightest knowledge of these UKM students coming here. It might have slipped my mind to inform him. Heh, and all this while I was on his case for not informing me things. Here I was doing it to him. Anyway, there I was, supposed to be handling the situation efficiently yet failing to do the job properly. Starting to panic, I called up bro syed, the president of MSC and told him of the situation at hand. He said he’d call Kam (who we later found out was at the hospital and couldn’t help at all) and that he’d come ASAP. It took him a while to get here. During that time, yusran came down, and he called kak mawad but they too couldn’t do anything. When bro syed did arrive, he’d had to sweet talk the pak guard into giving him the keys. He finally succeeded, I dunno how. All I know is there’s some really serious miscommunication somewhere. I tak bersalah. Finally, after an hour the whole thing was settled and I could get back to my revising.
Oh yeah, ustazah hamidah’s safely delivered a baby girl yesterday. I got the message at 18:37:18. just as azza and I were going out to get ourselves some dinner and a slurpy
0107
28/12/04
of pasar malam and tongue twisters
Pasar malam
We went to the pasar malam in Azza’s car since it’s already repaired. The air-conditioning was nonfunctioning so we had to send it to the workshop last Monday. We acquired the assistance of the ever baik pakcik Husni to help us pick a good workshop. That’s when I got to watch a glimpse of MULAN 2 in their Previa with khadijah, omar and hassan while azza and pakcik was busy dealing with the mechanics. Nanti nak pinjam lah.
Back to the present. At the pasar malam, despite considerations for my tight budget, I just had to buy the delicious bubur pulut hitam since it’s been quite some time since I’d had some. The keropok lekor wasn’t that necessary but the tau fu fah and soya drink were must-buys. All this plus my nasi kerabu with peparu dinner. Do I eat a lot, or do I eat a lot? Heh…
Good news from the JPA
Ayah called yesterday. He said my scholarship application finally came through, Alhamdulillah. A load off my shoulder.
Feline faeces
Urgh… I can’t stand the stench in the toilet. It reeks of feline faeces. Every time I go, I have to hold my breath. The cat suke hati je left its droppings under the sink yesterday night. Gerrram betul. All I’m afraid of is getting Toxoplasma gondii infection if the faeces is left there for several days.
Tongue twisters
Studying microbio and parasito is really making me paranoid and skeptical of the cleanliness of my hands and possessions and also hyperaware of hygiene. On the other hand, it’s absolutely fantastic how these microorganisms, as minute and tiny as they are, can cause fatal diseases in man and animals. Just to mention a few of the numerous tongue-twisting names of these bacteria and parasites that I have to memorize this block;
• The common malaria-causing agents; Plasmodium falciparum and its friends the P.ovale, P. malariae, P.vivax (all carried by the female Anopheles mosquito)
• The Trypanasoma Gambiense and T.rhodiense which causes the African sleeping sickness transmitted by the tsetse fly (prounounced as SET SI) of the Glossina species ( this is how we remember it- the very sexy fly wearing lip gloss makes people fall asleep- it isn’t very sexy actually coz under the microscope it’s quite hairy…hehe)
• The lovely soil-transmitted helminthes including; earthworms aka Ascaris lumbricoides, the Necator Americanus which despite its name is found abundantly in Malaysia (they’re the hookworms that we get if we don’t wear our shoes), the Ancylostoma duedenale (another hookworm), the Trichuris tricuria (whipworms), and the Strongyloides stercoralis.
• Don’t get me started on the filarial-causing nematodes covering the Wuchereria bancrofti, Brugia malayi, Brugia pahangi and Brugia timuri. Yup, in 1904 Dr Daniels found the parasite in Malaysia and called it Brugia malayi while in 1920 Dr Brug found microfilariae and the adult forms in pahang thus the name Brugia pahangi. (bangga gak lah belajar kat pahang nih…there’s a parasite named after it and everyone has to learn about it… bes jugak lah pahang nih).
• The other filaria include Onchocerca volvulus, Acanthocheilonema perstans (try pronouncing that 3x), Mansonella ozzardi and Loa loa (the name sounds nice but don’t be fooled, they can migrate to the eyes and make u blind)
• The larva migrans; cutaneous ones-Ancylostoma canium and Uncineria (infect dogs), and A.ceylanium (infect cats), visceral ones-Toxocara canis (of dogs)and T.cati (of cats), Angiostrongylus cantonensis (found in raw snails and crabs and causes meningitis if the worm migrates to the brain), Gnathostoma spinigerum (found in raw, marinated fish- don’t forget to cook ur fish well), Trichinella spiralis (you get from eating pork), Capillaria philippinensis (yup. Founded in the Philippines), and Dracunculus mediensis (which penetrates the feet when you dip it in water causing blisters and abscess).
Now, isn’t my paranoia justified? I should think so.
Ok, I have to get back to my revising for Monday’s minitest.
22.05
24/12/04
We went to the pasar malam in Azza’s car since it’s already repaired. The air-conditioning was nonfunctioning so we had to send it to the workshop last Monday. We acquired the assistance of the ever baik pakcik Husni to help us pick a good workshop. That’s when I got to watch a glimpse of MULAN 2 in their Previa with khadijah, omar and hassan while azza and pakcik was busy dealing with the mechanics. Nanti nak pinjam lah.
Back to the present. At the pasar malam, despite considerations for my tight budget, I just had to buy the delicious bubur pulut hitam since it’s been quite some time since I’d had some. The keropok lekor wasn’t that necessary but the tau fu fah and soya drink were must-buys. All this plus my nasi kerabu with peparu dinner. Do I eat a lot, or do I eat a lot? Heh…
Good news from the JPA
Ayah called yesterday. He said my scholarship application finally came through, Alhamdulillah. A load off my shoulder.
Feline faeces
Urgh… I can’t stand the stench in the toilet. It reeks of feline faeces. Every time I go, I have to hold my breath. The cat suke hati je left its droppings under the sink yesterday night. Gerrram betul. All I’m afraid of is getting Toxoplasma gondii infection if the faeces is left there for several days.
Tongue twisters
Studying microbio and parasito is really making me paranoid and skeptical of the cleanliness of my hands and possessions and also hyperaware of hygiene. On the other hand, it’s absolutely fantastic how these microorganisms, as minute and tiny as they are, can cause fatal diseases in man and animals. Just to mention a few of the numerous tongue-twisting names of these bacteria and parasites that I have to memorize this block;
• The common malaria-causing agents; Plasmodium falciparum and its friends the P.ovale, P. malariae, P.vivax (all carried by the female Anopheles mosquito)
• The Trypanasoma Gambiense and T.rhodiense which causes the African sleeping sickness transmitted by the tsetse fly (prounounced as SET SI) of the Glossina species ( this is how we remember it- the very sexy fly wearing lip gloss makes people fall asleep- it isn’t very sexy actually coz under the microscope it’s quite hairy…hehe)
• The lovely soil-transmitted helminthes including; earthworms aka Ascaris lumbricoides, the Necator Americanus which despite its name is found abundantly in Malaysia (they’re the hookworms that we get if we don’t wear our shoes), the Ancylostoma duedenale (another hookworm), the Trichuris tricuria (whipworms), and the Strongyloides stercoralis.
• Don’t get me started on the filarial-causing nematodes covering the Wuchereria bancrofti, Brugia malayi, Brugia pahangi and Brugia timuri. Yup, in 1904 Dr Daniels found the parasite in Malaysia and called it Brugia malayi while in 1920 Dr Brug found microfilariae and the adult forms in pahang thus the name Brugia pahangi. (bangga gak lah belajar kat pahang nih…there’s a parasite named after it and everyone has to learn about it… bes jugak lah pahang nih).
• The other filaria include Onchocerca volvulus, Acanthocheilonema perstans (try pronouncing that 3x), Mansonella ozzardi and Loa loa (the name sounds nice but don’t be fooled, they can migrate to the eyes and make u blind)
• The larva migrans; cutaneous ones-Ancylostoma canium and Uncineria (infect dogs), and A.ceylanium (infect cats), visceral ones-Toxocara canis (of dogs)and T.cati (of cats), Angiostrongylus cantonensis (found in raw snails and crabs and causes meningitis if the worm migrates to the brain), Gnathostoma spinigerum (found in raw, marinated fish- don’t forget to cook ur fish well), Trichinella spiralis (you get from eating pork), Capillaria philippinensis (yup. Founded in the Philippines), and Dracunculus mediensis (which penetrates the feet when you dip it in water causing blisters and abscess).
Now, isn’t my paranoia justified? I should think so.
Ok, I have to get back to my revising for Monday’s minitest.
22.05
24/12/04
Monday, December 27, 2004
nothing much
i've just finished PBL.it was on Amoebic dysentry.it wasn't that hard coming to the diagnosis since we'd already covered it in class..
at last, baru dapat the luxury of logging on to the net. last week i've been busy revising for the minitest, which we just had this morning, then right after that, without sufficient recovery time for the after effects of a test, we had to soak in all the names,morphology,habitat,mode of action,antigenic structure,pathogenesis of the other gram negative bacterias that we haven't covered yet..my brain is saturated i tell ya..saturated!! .all those ellas and pnemonias and bacteroides... and the results are still not out...
well, at least the minitest is over. i have that to be thankful for,whatever the outcome. and my health,alhamdulillah,no more runny nose or sore throat.
ayah just called. he said that the whole family is at Berjaya Times Square having a helluva time without me. how could they..huh..takpe dah penah pegi...at least i'm going home this friday.yay.can't wait
now i hav to work on all the things on my post-minitest list.
at last, baru dapat the luxury of logging on to the net. last week i've been busy revising for the minitest, which we just had this morning, then right after that, without sufficient recovery time for the after effects of a test, we had to soak in all the names,morphology,habitat,mode of action,antigenic structure,pathogenesis of the other gram negative bacterias that we haven't covered yet..my brain is saturated i tell ya..saturated!! .all those ellas and pnemonias and bacteroides... and the results are still not out...
well, at least the minitest is over. i have that to be thankful for,whatever the outcome. and my health,alhamdulillah,no more runny nose or sore throat.
ayah just called. he said that the whole family is at Berjaya Times Square having a helluva time without me. how could they..huh..takpe dah penah pegi...at least i'm going home this friday.yay.can't wait
now i hav to work on all the things on my post-minitest list.
the PMS
It’s that time again. I think I’m most vulnerable at this stage. Anything emotional or slightly upsetting can switch on my tears button. People like to rationalize it by calling it the PMS or Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. I can’t agree more.
Just this evening at silat practice, we learnt a new move, but I was having some difficulty learning it. The ‘Buah Keputusan Sendeng Atas’. Tension sampai nak nangis. But alhamdulillah I didn’t…hehe
Then, when I got to my room, I wanted to write down the lesson, when kak matun offered some bread to Azza. I was quite hungry and wanted a bite too. I mentioned something and maybe it came out a bit too loud than I’d expected, that Azza commented on it. It’s not that she hasn’t commented before, she’s told me on numerous occasions and I realize meself that I have this implanted microphone in me. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but this time it hurt. I lost my appetite.
I had a bath and prayed maghrib. I was so tired that I slept in my telekung. I woke up to Che Arina’s voice, she told me to pass some notes she’d photostated from Asma’ to cbah and nik, then she said, ‘awak memang tanak kan?’ when in fact I did want them too… I got up feeling angry and confused and irritated.
I prayed isya’ and then read the Quran. As I was reading, the events of the day were flashing throughout my mind and I was so gerrrrram with the arina and her naiveness that i cried. And the tears were just streaming down my cheeks. Baru lega sikit dah let that out. Then since I still wasn’t feeling like studying, I went to the musolla for tasmi’. Alhamdulillah lepas walaupun agak kurang lancar. Then I went to asma’s room to pour out all my dissatisfaction… now, I feel better…
I have only two words for my defense, hormonal imbalance…heh.i'm not usually this kememeh so that reason must be it...
23.22
It’s not out yet,three weeks have past and we’re halfway through the fourth week of this block, yet still no news of last block’s exams results. And the 1st minitest is next week. Weird. Might as well not come out at all and say that everyone passed...yay…
IIUM…I’M IN LOVE
Heh…that’s the title for the forum we had last Monday night. I chose the title… catchy huh… We had it at the musolla. The panelists consisted of Prof Jalal from Kulliyyah of Pharmacy, Dr Khairi, an Opthalmologist, and Bro Azman from uia gombak. Nazhan was the mc. It was about relationships and marriages and sharing of life experiences other than academic-related issues.
There was quite a turnout but most were familiar faces and regulars of musolla-based programs. We didn’t quite achieve our target of attracting those that were really supposed to be targeted like the ones really involved in coupling etc.
So what did I learn? There’s a time for everything. Prof Jalal said that during his medical student years, he studied from 6pm to 2am and planned out all his studying. Now, at a ripe age of 70, he’s still active and ever knowledgable. He only thought of marriage after that, and even then it was arranged by his family. Bagus tak… I really have to get my priorities straight…nak jadi excellent doctor jugak…
Sacrificed leisure time
I’m gonna have to sacrifice spending time with the family this weekend so I can prepare for the minitest. Nak gi KL….waaaaaaaaaa… but I have to study. I’ll go back to jb the next weekend insya Alllah..
K, nak kena study sungguh2…
I’ll try to update next on Monday… pray for me Yung…
23.48
22/12/04
Just this evening at silat practice, we learnt a new move, but I was having some difficulty learning it. The ‘Buah Keputusan Sendeng Atas’. Tension sampai nak nangis. But alhamdulillah I didn’t…hehe
Then, when I got to my room, I wanted to write down the lesson, when kak matun offered some bread to Azza. I was quite hungry and wanted a bite too. I mentioned something and maybe it came out a bit too loud than I’d expected, that Azza commented on it. It’s not that she hasn’t commented before, she’s told me on numerous occasions and I realize meself that I have this implanted microphone in me. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but this time it hurt. I lost my appetite.
I had a bath and prayed maghrib. I was so tired that I slept in my telekung. I woke up to Che Arina’s voice, she told me to pass some notes she’d photostated from Asma’ to cbah and nik, then she said, ‘awak memang tanak kan?’ when in fact I did want them too… I got up feeling angry and confused and irritated.
I prayed isya’ and then read the Quran. As I was reading, the events of the day were flashing throughout my mind and I was so gerrrrram with the arina and her naiveness that i cried. And the tears were just streaming down my cheeks. Baru lega sikit dah let that out. Then since I still wasn’t feeling like studying, I went to the musolla for tasmi’. Alhamdulillah lepas walaupun agak kurang lancar. Then I went to asma’s room to pour out all my dissatisfaction… now, I feel better…
I have only two words for my defense, hormonal imbalance…heh.i'm not usually this kememeh so that reason must be it...
23.22
It’s not out yet,three weeks have past and we’re halfway through the fourth week of this block, yet still no news of last block’s exams results. And the 1st minitest is next week. Weird. Might as well not come out at all and say that everyone passed...yay…
IIUM…I’M IN LOVE
Heh…that’s the title for the forum we had last Monday night. I chose the title… catchy huh… We had it at the musolla. The panelists consisted of Prof Jalal from Kulliyyah of Pharmacy, Dr Khairi, an Opthalmologist, and Bro Azman from uia gombak. Nazhan was the mc. It was about relationships and marriages and sharing of life experiences other than academic-related issues.
There was quite a turnout but most were familiar faces and regulars of musolla-based programs. We didn’t quite achieve our target of attracting those that were really supposed to be targeted like the ones really involved in coupling etc.
So what did I learn? There’s a time for everything. Prof Jalal said that during his medical student years, he studied from 6pm to 2am and planned out all his studying. Now, at a ripe age of 70, he’s still active and ever knowledgable. He only thought of marriage after that, and even then it was arranged by his family. Bagus tak… I really have to get my priorities straight…nak jadi excellent doctor jugak…
Sacrificed leisure time
I’m gonna have to sacrifice spending time with the family this weekend so I can prepare for the minitest. Nak gi KL….waaaaaaaaaa… but I have to study. I’ll go back to jb the next weekend insya Alllah..
K, nak kena study sungguh2…
I’ll try to update next on Monday… pray for me Yung…
23.48
22/12/04
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
From Tues to Sat
Tis’ the season to be SICK…
All around me people were getting sick…kak yung, nik aishah, others if not really sick, they at least have a runny nose or a persistent cough…even kak aliya all the way in Aussie was sick… it was as if I was waiting for my turn to become sick… and when my body could no longer withstand the persistent air-borne attack by the influenza virus, it succumbed to its demands…
It started on Wednesday night. I felt the slight discomfort in my throat which is the classical sign of a coming fever. My throat will be soar for one or two days then it will progress to sneezing and later persistent coughing followed by a runny nose with excessive secretion of mucus. By that time, I’d have come down with a fever… so now, I’ve arrived at that stage. Oh yeah I also have a lymphadenopathy or an enlarged node at the area of my right jaw (I haven’t learnt the detailed anatomy yet so I can’t describe it in more precise terms). The node is always there but during an acute infection, it will be tender (feeling of pain when touched) and enlarged than usual.
It happens like that all the time. Just getting a sore throat, I can give the prognosis of my condition…yet, there’s nothing I can do to prevent it from happening. It’s inevitable. I do try to take ubat sakit tekak yang hisap tuh, but my effort is futile.
So now, I just have to just go through all the symptoms and signs and wait for my body’s immune defense soldiers to do their work overcoming this virus. I haven’t seen the doctor yet because last Friday when I intended to, the clinic here which opens for just 1 hour every working day , was closed by the time my classes were over so I just had to rely on my friend’s supply of the medication. You’d think that with doctors all over the place and medical students crawling around everywhere, it would be easy to see a doctor if we were sick…but it just doesn’t happen that way… ironic huh.
10.12 am
Confession of a procrastinator
I’ve been wanting to write something down for a long time now, since Tuesday, but I was so tied up with work that I procrastinated. The week hasn’t been that hectic unlike previous weeks but I still procrastinate until the last minute.
So here I am (coughing as I say this), just having woken up (my body having disseminated pain or generalized malaise with a literal pain in the neck) I write the happenings of the week. Many interesting things have happened that I just have to write it all down lest I forget ‘em all… then that would be just sad…
Prepare thyself for a long one… i’m gonna start from events on Tuesday… (sneeze)
Clumsy on Tuesday (and every other day)
Classes were full as usual save for a cancelled class in the afternoon but we had a briefing on the parasito practical. Then at 2 we had our practical. We did a smear of our own blood and examined it under the microscope.
I’d never forget that practical because I BROKE something. I am just plain CLUMSY. It seems that I do not know my own strength. I was curious to find out what the slide holder was made of. It looked like one of those rubbery materials that are flexible. So I pressed on it to see if it would bend and suddenly PRAP it shattered to pieces. Then, I just froze and stood there. My body had gone rigid all over. My friends all around me were smiling and laughing at my clumsiness and my reaction. When I’d regained my senses, I didn’t dare touch anything anymore. Alhamdulillah the lab technologist didn’t say anything nor was I penalized. Thank god for that (I sneeze again).
The weather that evening was so fine I just had to go out and be a part of it. A welcomed change after the nonstop rain last week. I went jogging with mama or kak siti. Her friends call her mama because she’s married and has a 2-year-old toddler. So we went to Taman Bandar. It was a refreshing change.
At night I had tasmi’ then i don’t know what I was doing but only around 10pm did I really begin to study.
Another Wednesday
Classes as usual but we were free in the evening. Yay. Everyone was rejoicing, believe me, I was one of ‘em. What better activity to do then to just sleep all through the evening. But my slumber was interrupted many times. Geram jer. At 5.30 I had silat practice; we learned new fruits (or buah…hehe). Then at night was tajwid class. I was somewhat blur because I’d missed 2 classes last block.
After that me, asma’ and nik took the extra Palestinian cd’s and books from Fahmi that we thought had safely been transported to KL but wasn’t and only informed about it on Tuesday. Geram lagi. Rase nak gigit je dia. Then, all three of us counted the extra stuff and tried to tally the numbers of the amount sold and amount received. There was much confusion due to the poor recording of the items sold. I love money but handling them for events like these can really give me headaches. Then, I tried to do my PBL and alhamdulillah siap. I proceeded to count and endeavor to match the numbers til 2am.
Then came Thursday
Thursday seems like a blur to me. I can’t recall any interesting happening except for the (sneeze twice) microbio practical on Gram Positive Bacteria. Balik lewat sebab kena observe banyak slides then petang ade silat practice again.
At night, I’d planned to do some revising when suddenly kak Rena announced that she wanted to watch the CD she’d just bought… Taekyugi. It’s a Korean film which became box-office over there. It starred Jang Dong Gun, the guy I had a crush on since the series All About Eve and another famous star Wong Bin who acted in a famous series too but I can’t recall the name. Even kak Matun said that many of her friends have watched it and gave excellent reviews. Even guys cried watching the movie. I was intrigued.
I just wanted to watch it for a while, just long enough for me to finish my dinner which consisted of bread and instant mushroom soup. But the story was too encaptivating and I was stuck there like glue. It was about these two brothers during the Korean War against the communist. The elder brother (JDG) loved his brother (WB) so much and looked out for him all the time. Their father had died and their mother became mute after his death. Then, when the war broke and all males aged 18-30 had to become soldiers, WB was accidentally taken despite his poor heart condition. When JDG knew of this, he immediately searched for his brother but both ended up being taken away as soldiers.
JDG tried to find ways to send his brother home but he was told that only those who had made sacrifices and contributed in the war could make requests. Thus began his war-hero incidents. His brother, WB could not understand why he was risking his life in suicidal missions, mistook it for heroic acts to gain a medal and despised him. The war made JDG ruthless and this saddened WB even more. JDG’s heroism was recognized by the authorities and he was awarded an honorary medal and was appointed as leader of his unit. The portrayal of the war scene was absolutely horrifying and devastating. I was gasping and gaping all the way at the inhumane acts in the war. When the troops arrived at their hometown, WB tried to search for their mother but he found his sister-in-law to be first when suddenly, a group of guys came and took her away claiming she was a communist. At that time, many people would do anything in exchange for food. she was innocent. All she did was sign something and she’d get food. With the brothers gone, she had to fend for the mother and her three younger siblings and times were desperate. Little did she know that the papers were agreements to join the communist party. This group of people were so suspicious that they killed many civilians that they claimed to be communists. JDG saw his fiancée killed in front of his eyes. Then his brother was taken away to prison and the new leader was so kejam, he denied all of JDG’s requests and ordered for the prison to be burnt. JDG thought his brother had died. That was the last straw. He was so mad that he switched sides. In the end, when he realized that his brother was alive, he turned back but was killed.
I cried many times throughout the movie. Meleleh je air mata. By the end of the 3-hour movie, my eyes and nose was red due to crying. Jang Dong Gun died in the end. Why did he have to die? Why does the handsome hero have to die? Hehe
Funny Friday
It was a rainy morning. I wore kakngah’s blue jubah and a flowery tudung that I had to wear two layers becoz its translucent. Entah mimpi ape tetibe nak pakai. Me and Azza came just in time for class. Ever since Azza started driving the car, we’ve always been late to class. Entah, maybe its psychology.
Anyway, we had 2 hours with Prof Pakeer’s parasito lecture. When he felt that many students were straying away, he started telling jokes. Lawak jugak. He had compiled definitions of medical terms that were so funny we were laughingour heads off. Then it was Prof Tariq’s class. I was blurish the whole time. I am just not interested in pharmaco I guess. The Islamic input given by Prof Jalal was so interesting I was perked up all the way. He’s from Burma and turns out that his son is dating auntie Maiza’s younger sister. He’s been here quite a while and has learnt Malay. So he speaks campurization. Totally love ‘im. Anyone speaking campurization has plus points with me. Many may beg to differ. I don’t give a #$*#. Hehe…
I didn’t go to the fasi program held at janda baik this weekend coz I had loads of reports (which I’ve completed last night till 4am) to do. I had also cancelled my plan of going to KL for RAFEST at matrix PJ.
So with nothing much to do, after asar, me, timah and kak rena went to Giant. I had some shopping to do. I bought a new gelang-like (gelangoid) watch (first time beli jam sendri), a book (which I dunno when I’ll read), files and foodstuff. Then, we went to the pasar malam. It was raining very heavily and we were drenched.
Slow Saturday
I slept back after subuh and woke back up at 10.30 am. Mimpi macam2 and my sleep was somewhat disturbed by SMSs. Kak nabila messaged and called. She asked me to notify everyone of a meeting that evening. Then Munirah came and gave me some material for the Catalyst. Then I had a bath and did the laundry. All this time, kak rena was busy cleaning the fridge while kak matun and kak lini were having a Naruto marathon. Even as I write this, their still at it.
Oh yeah, I’ve just recalled another incident of my clumsiness series. While I was hanging out the wash, I used Azza’s hanger to hang the undies coz I had destroyed mine a while ago. And I destroyed her’s too. Susah betul. I was just telling timah yesterday when we walking to Taman Bandar that I have to marry a rich guy who can afford all the things I break. Where am I supposed to find an islamic, rich and handsome guy who’s willing to accept my weaknesses? (sigh)
After zuhur, I transferred my parasito drawings to the sketch book. I really do not enjoy drawing. Then I balut my meja which I had finally gotten about to do. After asar, was the meeting on the final touches of this coming Forum On Life and then I went jogging (or mostly walking) with Timah to the only place near here we can go to for a jog. At first, I was feeling unwell but the walk did me a lot of good.
After maghrib, kak rena and kak matun went out for dinner. I had to decline the invitation to come along since I still hadn’t touched the 3 microbio reports which I had intended to do and I had to do some memorizations. After isya’, as I was starting on the report, out of the blue Adel called. Yep, yeop’s little brother. Mimpi ape entah tetibe. He said I’d been promoted to a janitor of my room. He was asking me the meaning of several Arabic phrases and words. Most of ‘em was of love and kill and stupidity. He and his friends used Arabic words to woo and annoy girls. You can figure out how his grey cells work. He also told me of this Chinese girl he liked who had a cool website. He also made imitations of people’s voices. Lame gak he called.
After that, I worked on the report from 11pm all the way to 3.40am. penat betul. I was so tired plus my ailments, I took a single paracetamol and some cough syrup and went to bed. Next time tanak procrastinate dah.
Lazy Sunday
This morning faham2 jelah bangun kol berapa. It was shining brightly by the time I woke up.
Ok, that’s all folks. I’m gonna have a bath and go out for lunch.
12.38pm
19th December 2004
All around me people were getting sick…kak yung, nik aishah, others if not really sick, they at least have a runny nose or a persistent cough…even kak aliya all the way in Aussie was sick… it was as if I was waiting for my turn to become sick… and when my body could no longer withstand the persistent air-borne attack by the influenza virus, it succumbed to its demands…
It started on Wednesday night. I felt the slight discomfort in my throat which is the classical sign of a coming fever. My throat will be soar for one or two days then it will progress to sneezing and later persistent coughing followed by a runny nose with excessive secretion of mucus. By that time, I’d have come down with a fever… so now, I’ve arrived at that stage. Oh yeah I also have a lymphadenopathy or an enlarged node at the area of my right jaw (I haven’t learnt the detailed anatomy yet so I can’t describe it in more precise terms). The node is always there but during an acute infection, it will be tender (feeling of pain when touched) and enlarged than usual.
It happens like that all the time. Just getting a sore throat, I can give the prognosis of my condition…yet, there’s nothing I can do to prevent it from happening. It’s inevitable. I do try to take ubat sakit tekak yang hisap tuh, but my effort is futile.
So now, I just have to just go through all the symptoms and signs and wait for my body’s immune defense soldiers to do their work overcoming this virus. I haven’t seen the doctor yet because last Friday when I intended to, the clinic here which opens for just 1 hour every working day , was closed by the time my classes were over so I just had to rely on my friend’s supply of the medication. You’d think that with doctors all over the place and medical students crawling around everywhere, it would be easy to see a doctor if we were sick…but it just doesn’t happen that way… ironic huh.
10.12 am
Confession of a procrastinator
I’ve been wanting to write something down for a long time now, since Tuesday, but I was so tied up with work that I procrastinated. The week hasn’t been that hectic unlike previous weeks but I still procrastinate until the last minute.
So here I am (coughing as I say this), just having woken up (my body having disseminated pain or generalized malaise with a literal pain in the neck) I write the happenings of the week. Many interesting things have happened that I just have to write it all down lest I forget ‘em all… then that would be just sad…
Prepare thyself for a long one… i’m gonna start from events on Tuesday… (sneeze)
Clumsy on Tuesday (and every other day)
Classes were full as usual save for a cancelled class in the afternoon but we had a briefing on the parasito practical. Then at 2 we had our practical. We did a smear of our own blood and examined it under the microscope.
I’d never forget that practical because I BROKE something. I am just plain CLUMSY. It seems that I do not know my own strength. I was curious to find out what the slide holder was made of. It looked like one of those rubbery materials that are flexible. So I pressed on it to see if it would bend and suddenly PRAP it shattered to pieces. Then, I just froze and stood there. My body had gone rigid all over. My friends all around me were smiling and laughing at my clumsiness and my reaction. When I’d regained my senses, I didn’t dare touch anything anymore. Alhamdulillah the lab technologist didn’t say anything nor was I penalized. Thank god for that (I sneeze again).
The weather that evening was so fine I just had to go out and be a part of it. A welcomed change after the nonstop rain last week. I went jogging with mama or kak siti. Her friends call her mama because she’s married and has a 2-year-old toddler. So we went to Taman Bandar. It was a refreshing change.
At night I had tasmi’ then i don’t know what I was doing but only around 10pm did I really begin to study.
Another Wednesday
Classes as usual but we were free in the evening. Yay. Everyone was rejoicing, believe me, I was one of ‘em. What better activity to do then to just sleep all through the evening. But my slumber was interrupted many times. Geram jer. At 5.30 I had silat practice; we learned new fruits (or buah…hehe). Then at night was tajwid class. I was somewhat blur because I’d missed 2 classes last block.
After that me, asma’ and nik took the extra Palestinian cd’s and books from Fahmi that we thought had safely been transported to KL but wasn’t and only informed about it on Tuesday. Geram lagi. Rase nak gigit je dia. Then, all three of us counted the extra stuff and tried to tally the numbers of the amount sold and amount received. There was much confusion due to the poor recording of the items sold. I love money but handling them for events like these can really give me headaches. Then, I tried to do my PBL and alhamdulillah siap. I proceeded to count and endeavor to match the numbers til 2am.
Then came Thursday
Thursday seems like a blur to me. I can’t recall any interesting happening except for the (sneeze twice) microbio practical on Gram Positive Bacteria. Balik lewat sebab kena observe banyak slides then petang ade silat practice again.
At night, I’d planned to do some revising when suddenly kak Rena announced that she wanted to watch the CD she’d just bought… Taekyugi. It’s a Korean film which became box-office over there. It starred Jang Dong Gun, the guy I had a crush on since the series All About Eve and another famous star Wong Bin who acted in a famous series too but I can’t recall the name. Even kak Matun said that many of her friends have watched it and gave excellent reviews. Even guys cried watching the movie. I was intrigued.
I just wanted to watch it for a while, just long enough for me to finish my dinner which consisted of bread and instant mushroom soup. But the story was too encaptivating and I was stuck there like glue. It was about these two brothers during the Korean War against the communist. The elder brother (JDG) loved his brother (WB) so much and looked out for him all the time. Their father had died and their mother became mute after his death. Then, when the war broke and all males aged 18-30 had to become soldiers, WB was accidentally taken despite his poor heart condition. When JDG knew of this, he immediately searched for his brother but both ended up being taken away as soldiers.
JDG tried to find ways to send his brother home but he was told that only those who had made sacrifices and contributed in the war could make requests. Thus began his war-hero incidents. His brother, WB could not understand why he was risking his life in suicidal missions, mistook it for heroic acts to gain a medal and despised him. The war made JDG ruthless and this saddened WB even more. JDG’s heroism was recognized by the authorities and he was awarded an honorary medal and was appointed as leader of his unit. The portrayal of the war scene was absolutely horrifying and devastating. I was gasping and gaping all the way at the inhumane acts in the war. When the troops arrived at their hometown, WB tried to search for their mother but he found his sister-in-law to be first when suddenly, a group of guys came and took her away claiming she was a communist. At that time, many people would do anything in exchange for food. she was innocent. All she did was sign something and she’d get food. With the brothers gone, she had to fend for the mother and her three younger siblings and times were desperate. Little did she know that the papers were agreements to join the communist party. This group of people were so suspicious that they killed many civilians that they claimed to be communists. JDG saw his fiancée killed in front of his eyes. Then his brother was taken away to prison and the new leader was so kejam, he denied all of JDG’s requests and ordered for the prison to be burnt. JDG thought his brother had died. That was the last straw. He was so mad that he switched sides. In the end, when he realized that his brother was alive, he turned back but was killed.
I cried many times throughout the movie. Meleleh je air mata. By the end of the 3-hour movie, my eyes and nose was red due to crying. Jang Dong Gun died in the end. Why did he have to die? Why does the handsome hero have to die? Hehe
Funny Friday
It was a rainy morning. I wore kakngah’s blue jubah and a flowery tudung that I had to wear two layers becoz its translucent. Entah mimpi ape tetibe nak pakai. Me and Azza came just in time for class. Ever since Azza started driving the car, we’ve always been late to class. Entah, maybe its psychology.
Anyway, we had 2 hours with Prof Pakeer’s parasito lecture. When he felt that many students were straying away, he started telling jokes. Lawak jugak. He had compiled definitions of medical terms that were so funny we were laughingour heads off. Then it was Prof Tariq’s class. I was blurish the whole time. I am just not interested in pharmaco I guess. The Islamic input given by Prof Jalal was so interesting I was perked up all the way. He’s from Burma and turns out that his son is dating auntie Maiza’s younger sister. He’s been here quite a while and has learnt Malay. So he speaks campurization. Totally love ‘im. Anyone speaking campurization has plus points with me. Many may beg to differ. I don’t give a #$*#. Hehe…
I didn’t go to the fasi program held at janda baik this weekend coz I had loads of reports (which I’ve completed last night till 4am) to do. I had also cancelled my plan of going to KL for RAFEST at matrix PJ.
So with nothing much to do, after asar, me, timah and kak rena went to Giant. I had some shopping to do. I bought a new gelang-like (gelangoid) watch (first time beli jam sendri), a book (which I dunno when I’ll read), files and foodstuff. Then, we went to the pasar malam. It was raining very heavily and we were drenched.
Slow Saturday
I slept back after subuh and woke back up at 10.30 am. Mimpi macam2 and my sleep was somewhat disturbed by SMSs. Kak nabila messaged and called. She asked me to notify everyone of a meeting that evening. Then Munirah came and gave me some material for the Catalyst. Then I had a bath and did the laundry. All this time, kak rena was busy cleaning the fridge while kak matun and kak lini were having a Naruto marathon. Even as I write this, their still at it.
Oh yeah, I’ve just recalled another incident of my clumsiness series. While I was hanging out the wash, I used Azza’s hanger to hang the undies coz I had destroyed mine a while ago. And I destroyed her’s too. Susah betul. I was just telling timah yesterday when we walking to Taman Bandar that I have to marry a rich guy who can afford all the things I break. Where am I supposed to find an islamic, rich and handsome guy who’s willing to accept my weaknesses? (sigh)
After zuhur, I transferred my parasito drawings to the sketch book. I really do not enjoy drawing. Then I balut my meja which I had finally gotten about to do. After asar, was the meeting on the final touches of this coming Forum On Life and then I went jogging (or mostly walking) with Timah to the only place near here we can go to for a jog. At first, I was feeling unwell but the walk did me a lot of good.
After maghrib, kak rena and kak matun went out for dinner. I had to decline the invitation to come along since I still hadn’t touched the 3 microbio reports which I had intended to do and I had to do some memorizations. After isya’, as I was starting on the report, out of the blue Adel called. Yep, yeop’s little brother. Mimpi ape entah tetibe. He said I’d been promoted to a janitor of my room. He was asking me the meaning of several Arabic phrases and words. Most of ‘em was of love and kill and stupidity. He and his friends used Arabic words to woo and annoy girls. You can figure out how his grey cells work. He also told me of this Chinese girl he liked who had a cool website. He also made imitations of people’s voices. Lame gak he called.
After that, I worked on the report from 11pm all the way to 3.40am. penat betul. I was so tired plus my ailments, I took a single paracetamol and some cough syrup and went to bed. Next time tanak procrastinate dah.
Lazy Sunday
This morning faham2 jelah bangun kol berapa. It was shining brightly by the time I woke up.
Ok, that’s all folks. I’m gonna have a bath and go out for lunch.
12.38pm
19th December 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
nibah's visit
yay...nibah came to visit me in kuantan..
i absolutely love ustazah hamidah for thinking of inviting nibah to come skali...atiqah tagged along too..with both of them together...it was just laughter all the way..ustaz had to giv a talk but i get to see the whole family...ustazah, nusaybah, sumayyah...besnye..
i cant write long or comment much..
nak komen lagi panjang but lab comp ni nak tutp dah..
i had an absolute fabulous study-free weekend..
now, back to reality and classes...
and the dreaded wait for the results..
most likely it'll come out this week..
i absolutely love ustazah hamidah for thinking of inviting nibah to come skali...atiqah tagged along too..with both of them together...it was just laughter all the way..ustaz had to giv a talk but i get to see the whole family...ustazah, nusaybah, sumayyah...besnye..
i cant write long or comment much..
nak komen lagi panjang but lab comp ni nak tutp dah..
i had an absolute fabulous study-free weekend..
now, back to reality and classes...
and the dreaded wait for the results..
most likely it'll come out this week..
K.NUR’S WEDDING
My 2nd weekend here since the start of the new block has been quite eventful. We were planning to go to Kak Ju’s house to help with the wedding but she’d managed to get everything done that she didn’t require our help anymore. So that night we studied pharmaco. At 8am Saturday which by the way was as rainy as any other day, we had a pharmaco tutorial with Dr Azizi at. By 9.30, we were free to do whatever we wanted.
Around 11 pm, Azza sent me, kak liya, rey, and zeti to masjid negeri where kak nur’s akad nikah would be held. Kak Nur looked so beautiful and serene in the white gown that she wore. Many of her batch came to the ceremony. The event went smoothly. When Umayr wanted to put the ring on K.Nur, his hands were shaking, so was kak nur’s. he pulled back his hand and makcik Lainy took his hand and placed it on K.Nur’s.
Then, we went to the house where me and my friends had to do shifts handing out gifts and wiping the table. At first, there were so many of us to do the job and not much to do. Many were idle, but in the afternoon shift, it was hectic what with the heavy downpour and all. I was soaked all over and my clothes drenched. The pengantin lelaki came around noon. Bile penat kerja kat luar I masuk dalam basuh pinggan plak. Petang baru kitorang balik. Sempat tapau a whole plastic bag of delicious and sweet oranges…hehe..but still, very penat.
Azza’s merc aircond was problematic so she went to the workshop after that. I prayed, had a bath and washed all my drenched clothing. I had a short nap. When I woke up, nibah asked if she and Atiqah could sleep at my room and I said yes so I had to prepare for her arrival. I cleaned my room and then borroed kak miza’s extre mattress.
After isya’ I was looking arranging my notes when Asma came. She told me of her bro’s critical condition. She looked distracted and in despair. She cried and I didn’t know what to do to comfort her besides sit by her side and hold her. Her brother’s suffering from Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma, a malignant cancer of the lymphatics.
By 11pm, me and Azza went to the Guest House to visit Ustazah Hamidah, Nibah and Atiqah. Kitorang sesat sikit mula2. we invited asma’ along so she’ll be distracted for a while rather than dwell on the problem she;s facing. seronok sangat jumpa ustazah whose 8 months pregnant already. Jumpa nibah pun bes gak. Nibah beselah, byk je cite plus atiqah, then you’ve got absolute chaos. Lame bual ngan ustazah siap makan nasi goreng daging merah. By 12pm , kitorang balik uia. Nibah tak jadi sleep at my room coz the guest house dah cukup bes.
Back at the room, I prayed kejap and then I watched…jeng…jeng…jeng… THE INCREDIBLES. Walaupun ramai dah tgk, tp cite die memang bes. I slept at 3am.
1.46
13 dec 2004
Around 11 pm, Azza sent me, kak liya, rey, and zeti to masjid negeri where kak nur’s akad nikah would be held. Kak Nur looked so beautiful and serene in the white gown that she wore. Many of her batch came to the ceremony. The event went smoothly. When Umayr wanted to put the ring on K.Nur, his hands were shaking, so was kak nur’s. he pulled back his hand and makcik Lainy took his hand and placed it on K.Nur’s.
Then, we went to the house where me and my friends had to do shifts handing out gifts and wiping the table. At first, there were so many of us to do the job and not much to do. Many were idle, but in the afternoon shift, it was hectic what with the heavy downpour and all. I was soaked all over and my clothes drenched. The pengantin lelaki came around noon. Bile penat kerja kat luar I masuk dalam basuh pinggan plak. Petang baru kitorang balik. Sempat tapau a whole plastic bag of delicious and sweet oranges…hehe..but still, very penat.
Azza’s merc aircond was problematic so she went to the workshop after that. I prayed, had a bath and washed all my drenched clothing. I had a short nap. When I woke up, nibah asked if she and Atiqah could sleep at my room and I said yes so I had to prepare for her arrival. I cleaned my room and then borroed kak miza’s extre mattress.
After isya’ I was looking arranging my notes when Asma came. She told me of her bro’s critical condition. She looked distracted and in despair. She cried and I didn’t know what to do to comfort her besides sit by her side and hold her. Her brother’s suffering from Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma, a malignant cancer of the lymphatics.
By 11pm, me and Azza went to the Guest House to visit Ustazah Hamidah, Nibah and Atiqah. Kitorang sesat sikit mula2. we invited asma’ along so she’ll be distracted for a while rather than dwell on the problem she;s facing. seronok sangat jumpa ustazah whose 8 months pregnant already. Jumpa nibah pun bes gak. Nibah beselah, byk je cite plus atiqah, then you’ve got absolute chaos. Lame bual ngan ustazah siap makan nasi goreng daging merah. By 12pm , kitorang balik uia. Nibah tak jadi sleep at my room coz the guest house dah cukup bes.
Back at the room, I prayed kejap and then I watched…jeng…jeng…jeng… THE INCREDIBLES. Walaupun ramai dah tgk, tp cite die memang bes. I slept at 3am.
1.46
13 dec 2004
Friday, December 10, 2004
of near-faint, weather and microbio practical
Woozy again
I’ve just finished my group discussion on blood protozoa. Learning about all these parasites is really making me extra conscious of my hygiene. Maybe I’ll write all about it another day. I have lots to do actually. Actually, I came late to the discussion held in MY room coz I had to attend two meetings prior to it. One was for The Catalyst while the other was the MSC monthly meeting. They said it was optional for me to attend so I just made an appearance towards the end of it. Even that ended at 11 pm so I missed much of the discussion anyway. How am I supposed to survive the parasito tuto tomorrow?
Enuf on that for now. My real intention was to write on yesterday’s incident. It happened to me again. This time during my first silat lesson. I became woozy again. I was fasting yesterday. It was my last day of the Shawal fasts. The whole day went fine. I thought after a heavy dinner the night before, I could survive a year, but I became dizzy and wobbly half-way through silat practice which was around 6.15 pm. It wasn’t the lesson coz it was in no way strenuous. We were just learning basics. Maybe I was just dehydrated thus causing hypotension due to hypovolemia. All my compensatory mechanisms were starting to decline and lose out.
I could sense it was gonna happen coz I’ve experienced those signs before. Dah masak dah dengan tanda2 tuh. It was the exact signs that occurred during that day when the computer guy came and also the time I was cleansing the ayam dulu and the time during anatomy practical where we had to stand for along time. I can even remember this happening as far back as my form one year at SMIH. In all the incidents, the common factor was prolonged standing. Maybe there was pooling of blood in my lower extremities that less blood was supplied to the brain. But in the last two recent incidents, I was also fasting. That’s why I didn’t fast today although I wanted to. But, I didn’t want history to repeat itself at today’s silat practical. Alhamdulillah, all went well. No passing out or dizziness or wooziness.
I just cannot control my body. When it happens, it happens. I think I have a disease of some kind which still remains a mystery to me. I’ve been taking all these supplements and all but still it occurs.
The signs that occur every time are the same. The same lightheaded feeling followed by the same effect on my vision. I start to see black dots. My surroundings start to gradually become blur. My feet go all jelly-like and give way. I feel like collapsing and then just before I black out, I sit down or squat or lay down or rest. My face goes all pale (this I don’t really know but people tell me I look it when it’s happening). Well, it happens exactly like that all the time. The good news is, I’ve never reached the pass-out stage. I’ve never fainted in my life. Only nearly fainted.
It was quite embarrassing yesterday. The instructor was there and he was teaching us a move when I just couldn’t take it anymore I asked permission to sit down for a while. Alhamdulillah, after a few minutes of rest I could continue practicing without any hitches. Haha… teruk betul kan… owh yeah…then at 9 pm I tucked in early coz I couldn’t stand it anymore. Late nights and busy schedules and full classes and practicals with little rest, I just warranted a break. I woke up in the morn. (01.30, 10 dec 04)
Sooooooooooooo coooooooooooooldd!!
It’s been raining for 3 days and nights. I wake up to an extremely cold and wet morning and tuck in under a wet night, all wrapped up in my sweater and sleeping bag. The skies seem to be pouring it all out without signs of letting up. I know I should be thankful coz other places have very scant rain while we’re getting ‘em in bucketfuls, but it’s just sooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooooooooold. We’re practically freezing. It’s also affecting our laundry which doesn’t seem to dry.
In front of the lecture hall there are dozens of umbrellas in all shapes and sizes and colours that it looks quite a fete. Even my bladder’s feeling its effects. I make increased visits to the loo.
Microbio practical
Today we had to prepare a smear of the different types of bacteria, stain those using different techniques then identify them. Although the steps were tedious, the results which we observed under the microscope were amazing. Actually, it’s quite normal, nothing really fascinating. But, I’m just glad I’d got the chance to do it by myself. All the gram positive and negative bacteria not to mention the cocci, bacilli and spirochetes.
K, enuf for now.
I’ve just finished my group discussion on blood protozoa. Learning about all these parasites is really making me extra conscious of my hygiene. Maybe I’ll write all about it another day. I have lots to do actually. Actually, I came late to the discussion held in MY room coz I had to attend two meetings prior to it. One was for The Catalyst while the other was the MSC monthly meeting. They said it was optional for me to attend so I just made an appearance towards the end of it. Even that ended at 11 pm so I missed much of the discussion anyway. How am I supposed to survive the parasito tuto tomorrow?
Enuf on that for now. My real intention was to write on yesterday’s incident. It happened to me again. This time during my first silat lesson. I became woozy again. I was fasting yesterday. It was my last day of the Shawal fasts. The whole day went fine. I thought after a heavy dinner the night before, I could survive a year, but I became dizzy and wobbly half-way through silat practice which was around 6.15 pm. It wasn’t the lesson coz it was in no way strenuous. We were just learning basics. Maybe I was just dehydrated thus causing hypotension due to hypovolemia. All my compensatory mechanisms were starting to decline and lose out.
I could sense it was gonna happen coz I’ve experienced those signs before. Dah masak dah dengan tanda2 tuh. It was the exact signs that occurred during that day when the computer guy came and also the time I was cleansing the ayam dulu and the time during anatomy practical where we had to stand for along time. I can even remember this happening as far back as my form one year at SMIH. In all the incidents, the common factor was prolonged standing. Maybe there was pooling of blood in my lower extremities that less blood was supplied to the brain. But in the last two recent incidents, I was also fasting. That’s why I didn’t fast today although I wanted to. But, I didn’t want history to repeat itself at today’s silat practical. Alhamdulillah, all went well. No passing out or dizziness or wooziness.
I just cannot control my body. When it happens, it happens. I think I have a disease of some kind which still remains a mystery to me. I’ve been taking all these supplements and all but still it occurs.
The signs that occur every time are the same. The same lightheaded feeling followed by the same effect on my vision. I start to see black dots. My surroundings start to gradually become blur. My feet go all jelly-like and give way. I feel like collapsing and then just before I black out, I sit down or squat or lay down or rest. My face goes all pale (this I don’t really know but people tell me I look it when it’s happening). Well, it happens exactly like that all the time. The good news is, I’ve never reached the pass-out stage. I’ve never fainted in my life. Only nearly fainted.
It was quite embarrassing yesterday. The instructor was there and he was teaching us a move when I just couldn’t take it anymore I asked permission to sit down for a while. Alhamdulillah, after a few minutes of rest I could continue practicing without any hitches. Haha… teruk betul kan… owh yeah…then at 9 pm I tucked in early coz I couldn’t stand it anymore. Late nights and busy schedules and full classes and practicals with little rest, I just warranted a break. I woke up in the morn. (01.30, 10 dec 04)
Sooooooooooooo coooooooooooooldd!!
It’s been raining for 3 days and nights. I wake up to an extremely cold and wet morning and tuck in under a wet night, all wrapped up in my sweater and sleeping bag. The skies seem to be pouring it all out without signs of letting up. I know I should be thankful coz other places have very scant rain while we’re getting ‘em in bucketfuls, but it’s just sooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooooooooold. We’re practically freezing. It’s also affecting our laundry which doesn’t seem to dry.
In front of the lecture hall there are dozens of umbrellas in all shapes and sizes and colours that it looks quite a fete. Even my bladder’s feeling its effects. I make increased visits to the loo.
Microbio practical
Today we had to prepare a smear of the different types of bacteria, stain those using different techniques then identify them. Although the steps were tedious, the results which we observed under the microscope were amazing. Actually, it’s quite normal, nothing really fascinating. But, I’m just glad I’d got the chance to do it by myself. All the gram positive and negative bacteria not to mention the cocci, bacilli and spirochetes.
K, enuf for now.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
YOU DON’T KNOW ME
I know all of your thoughts
And trust me, they are lies
You can’t make assumptions
You’ve never looked in my eyes
There is not an ounce of truth
In any word you say
Your lips have never spoken to me
You barely ever look my way
How can you believe
Whatever flows in your ears?
You sure don’t know me
And neither do your peers
I seriously don’t know what you gain
From spreading all these rumours
You may think it’s fun
But I don’t see the humour
Can you see where I’m coming from?
I really hope you do
You’re trying to gain self-esteem
When people do the same to you
Your vague perception of me
Is worthless to my ears
You have no idea who I am
So you can’t reach my tears…
i remember there was a period a school where i had quite a breakdown...there were times i'd cry my heart out because i couldn't stand people calling me names...
ayah said that whatever people do or say they'll be criticized, but even if u dont do anything, u'll still be criticized for doing nothing...so in the end, u just cant stop people from talking.
this poem was given to me by kak aliya and it really made my day. it's useful til today.
And trust me, they are lies
You can’t make assumptions
You’ve never looked in my eyes
There is not an ounce of truth
In any word you say
Your lips have never spoken to me
You barely ever look my way
How can you believe
Whatever flows in your ears?
You sure don’t know me
And neither do your peers
I seriously don’t know what you gain
From spreading all these rumours
You may think it’s fun
But I don’t see the humour
Can you see where I’m coming from?
I really hope you do
You’re trying to gain self-esteem
When people do the same to you
Your vague perception of me
Is worthless to my ears
You have no idea who I am
So you can’t reach my tears…
i remember there was a period a school where i had quite a breakdown...there were times i'd cry my heart out because i couldn't stand people calling me names...
ayah said that whatever people do or say they'll be criticized, but even if u dont do anything, u'll still be criticized for doing nothing...so in the end, u just cant stop people from talking.
this poem was given to me by kak aliya and it really made my day. it's useful til today.
MY WEEKEND (4-5 Dec 2004) and more
This week has been so hectic that it feels like we’ve been here for several weeks already. We’ve already received a 1-inch-thick pile of notes to go through which I still haven’t done yet. Well, let’s talk about something more interesting. My weekend.
Early Saturday morning, I woke up slightly late (heh..define slightly) coz I stayed up translating the poster for next week. Got up to pray Subuh then went back to sleep. I woke back up at 10 a.m. I washed my clothes manually then spun them and had a bath. I prepared to go to Huda’s open house at 12.00 p.m. She invited the whole 105 students of my class. She booked a bus for us, but me, sibah, syahadah, asma’ and nik went by car with Azza coz we wanted to go back early. We had a KRJ program to go to at 2 p.m. The boys went in 2 cars and a convoy of motocycles. There was a table full of delicious, glorious food. There was satay, lontong, nasi beriyani, mee soto and pudding. I had loads of satays.
Around 1.30 p.m., we rushed back to the hostel, prayed and packed then we waited for pakcik husni to pick us up. We waited for quite a while and became restless waiting. Furthermore, we had little knowledge of the program we were headed to. All we knew is we were going and someone would pick us up. In the end it was pakcik Azzam who picked us up. So off we went to Balok. On the way, pakcik said that the participants that have registered were about 10 adolescents. Hmm… we thought…a ratio of 1 fasi to two participants…interesting.
Well, when we reached there we were led to the chalet where all the girls would be sleeping and boys had another next door. It was quite luxurious. After a few minutes we were called for a briefing of the program for the facilitators given by this ustaz whom I don’t remember his name. There were 2 male facis besides the five of us; Azlan and Abang Irfan, my junior. Both were from KUKTEM. We thought the ustaz would tell us what to do. Boy were we surprised when we found out that the the organizers were totally relying on us to handle the kids. The ustaz said he gave us all the freedom in the world to do whatever we wanted to do with the participants. When he suggested a few activities, I was quite glad he left it to us to decide. To them, ‘pidato’ should be one of the persembahan wajib…boh-ring…we suggested public speaking…but with a twist. In the end we turned it into a pertandingan bercerita. I’ll elaborate later.
Okay, after Asar, which took quite a while coz there was only one toilet and everyone was queuing to do their business, we hit the beach. We did the usual icebreaking activities and then played some ball. The girls were quite passive and quiet. My friends and I were the ones who kept chattering on and on. We’re just not a senyap lot. Trust us to create havoc wherever we are. Then it was time for Maghrib and after that was dinner arrived. we let the girls eat in groups so they could prepare for their performance that night while we prepared for the pertandingan bercerita. We had to prepare the flashcards on the spot. Alhamdulillah sempat siap.
After Isya’ came the performance event. I was the MC. We divided the session into two parts, the first was pertandingan bercerita followed by the pesembahan bebas. The pertandingan, handled by cbah coz she came up with the idea, was like this; cbah wud show a card and the first person must come up with a sentence. Then she’d show another card and the next person would make a sentence related to the first but using the 2nd word and etc. the persembahan bebas after that was quite dull becoz we couldn’t hear their voices. Us facis also wanted to oerform, so we did the “Sayalah Permata” song and asked everyone to join in.
Then came the interesting part, the video show session. Pakcik Husni brought his prtable DVD player. This is the first program that I’ve been to where we were supposed to watch a movie for fun. Usually the video shows would be Islamic but this time it was a ghost story. Pakcik Husni gave us several options either Emperor’s New Groove or The Message or One Missed Call. The last was a Japanese ghost story which topped the charts in Japan. It was unanimous. One Missed Call it was.
At first, the story buildup was slow and I was yawning already. Then came the scary part and we were all screaming at the top of our lungs. I realized I was a faci and all and was supposed to keep the situation under control, but I was one of the loudest screamer of all. Sibah who had fallen asleep woke up due to our horrendous screaming. Sian die.. puas my lungs exercise…the irony of the whole thing was, while we were screaming, the boys and pakciks next door were watching Omar Mokhtar…insaf…insaf…hehe
Due to the late night, we didn’t wake up for qiyam, just Subuh. I was tempted to sleep back again but there was a kuliah subuh. Then breakfast and back to the beaches. As the program name goes ‘Jom Bersantai’. We did some activities, played captain ball, made sandcastles and ate ice cream. We didn’t mandi pantai coz no one wanted to bring home wet clothes…memang relax gilerlah…hilang sket the tension of the hectic week…
Then we went back to the chalet and bersihkan diri. While waiting our turns for the toilet, we watched Te Emperor’s New Groove. The girls couldn’t appreciate it as I did. Maybe they just weren’t into cartoons. Ye lah…I kan cam budak2 sket…suke lah cartoons esp Disney movies…I sorang je ketawa…
Then it was time for the closing ceremony. There was this one boy who kept annoying us…huh, I tak puas hati…nak kenakan die jugak. We asked him to sing with us kat depan. Malu die. Haha, padan muka. After lunch and zuhur, we were ready to go back. But we wanted to singgah at kak Ju’s open house. So we went with pakcik samsuddin. Huh, mesti nibah jeles.
When we got there, the whole rombongan from uia was already there. We were already full from the lunch but there was still room for desert…hehe…then balik uia and tido sampai kol 6. asar, basuh baju, mandi then solat maghrib.
After isya’ ,we had to prepare for the exhibition. 12.00 baru balik bilik. Penat sangat.
Actually I want to comment a bit on the krJ kuantan. The circumstances here and KL and JB are sooo different. Of course lah, the geography’s different. But, you have to experience it to fully appreciate it. Back in JB, we were all mainly from the same school, neighbors, fathers as lecturers and know each other inside out, going to programs wasn’t a problem. Other places, parents had to force their kids to go, tak kisah laki or perempuan, same je.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Monday…I was very sleepy in class…the lectures were full. Then at noon, the JPA people came. I didn’t know what to expect. I wanted to wait gor everyone to settle their business before I asked the officer regarding my appeal. It was a really long wait since the process was tedious. When I finally asked, the person said he didn’t know anything about it. I felt my tears would come out any minute so I quickly went away and called ayah. Then, I cried.
After that was PBL, alhamdulillah it was with Dr Quazi still. After that, I went to the café since nazhan said he’d belanja me ice cream. Heh, I beat him in the minitest again. Bes plak getting free ice creams nih. Yummy. After finishing the ice cream, which replenished my mood, I went to pray Asar and then went to the comp lab. Chatted with Yung and went back to the room at 6 pm. Tasmi’ tak jadi malam tuh coz ustaz couldn’t make it so I did other stuff.
…………………………………………………………………………………………..
Tuesday…today or more correctly yesterday …we went to school with Azza’s merc coz we had to bring the exhibition stuff. Classes went as usual. Since we had no practical in the evening, we planned on setting up the exhibition site. Quite a number of people turned up. I helped a bit, but I had to do the Forum on Life paperwork… went back to the hostel around 5. solat, rehat, amek buku pharmaco and mandi. Then bukak pose…its my fifth day. Another 2 to go. It was shidah’s birthday so she bought each and everyone of us ayam KFC and pizza hut’s. Although by principle, I try my best to boycott, dah lah tgh berkempen supaye org boycott during ummatic week ni, gi makan plak…tp org dah belikan…makan je lah kan…hehe.
After maghrib was Profomar’s talk but I dozed off several times. Then I had tasmi’…ustaz geleng kepale je coz I wasn’t fluent. Then, I had a meeting on the forum on life. At 11 baru balik bilik.
K,that’s all for now…panjang gak..cover 4 days.
01:45
8th dec 04
Early Saturday morning, I woke up slightly late (heh..define slightly) coz I stayed up translating the poster for next week. Got up to pray Subuh then went back to sleep. I woke back up at 10 a.m. I washed my clothes manually then spun them and had a bath. I prepared to go to Huda’s open house at 12.00 p.m. She invited the whole 105 students of my class. She booked a bus for us, but me, sibah, syahadah, asma’ and nik went by car with Azza coz we wanted to go back early. We had a KRJ program to go to at 2 p.m. The boys went in 2 cars and a convoy of motocycles. There was a table full of delicious, glorious food. There was satay, lontong, nasi beriyani, mee soto and pudding. I had loads of satays.
Around 1.30 p.m., we rushed back to the hostel, prayed and packed then we waited for pakcik husni to pick us up. We waited for quite a while and became restless waiting. Furthermore, we had little knowledge of the program we were headed to. All we knew is we were going and someone would pick us up. In the end it was pakcik Azzam who picked us up. So off we went to Balok. On the way, pakcik said that the participants that have registered were about 10 adolescents. Hmm… we thought…a ratio of 1 fasi to two participants…interesting.
Well, when we reached there we were led to the chalet where all the girls would be sleeping and boys had another next door. It was quite luxurious. After a few minutes we were called for a briefing of the program for the facilitators given by this ustaz whom I don’t remember his name. There were 2 male facis besides the five of us; Azlan and Abang Irfan, my junior. Both were from KUKTEM. We thought the ustaz would tell us what to do. Boy were we surprised when we found out that the the organizers were totally relying on us to handle the kids. The ustaz said he gave us all the freedom in the world to do whatever we wanted to do with the participants. When he suggested a few activities, I was quite glad he left it to us to decide. To them, ‘pidato’ should be one of the persembahan wajib…boh-ring…we suggested public speaking…but with a twist. In the end we turned it into a pertandingan bercerita. I’ll elaborate later.
Okay, after Asar, which took quite a while coz there was only one toilet and everyone was queuing to do their business, we hit the beach. We did the usual icebreaking activities and then played some ball. The girls were quite passive and quiet. My friends and I were the ones who kept chattering on and on. We’re just not a senyap lot. Trust us to create havoc wherever we are. Then it was time for Maghrib and after that was dinner arrived. we let the girls eat in groups so they could prepare for their performance that night while we prepared for the pertandingan bercerita. We had to prepare the flashcards on the spot. Alhamdulillah sempat siap.
After Isya’ came the performance event. I was the MC. We divided the session into two parts, the first was pertandingan bercerita followed by the pesembahan bebas. The pertandingan, handled by cbah coz she came up with the idea, was like this; cbah wud show a card and the first person must come up with a sentence. Then she’d show another card and the next person would make a sentence related to the first but using the 2nd word and etc. the persembahan bebas after that was quite dull becoz we couldn’t hear their voices. Us facis also wanted to oerform, so we did the “Sayalah Permata” song and asked everyone to join in.
Then came the interesting part, the video show session. Pakcik Husni brought his prtable DVD player. This is the first program that I’ve been to where we were supposed to watch a movie for fun. Usually the video shows would be Islamic but this time it was a ghost story. Pakcik Husni gave us several options either Emperor’s New Groove or The Message or One Missed Call. The last was a Japanese ghost story which topped the charts in Japan. It was unanimous. One Missed Call it was.
At first, the story buildup was slow and I was yawning already. Then came the scary part and we were all screaming at the top of our lungs. I realized I was a faci and all and was supposed to keep the situation under control, but I was one of the loudest screamer of all. Sibah who had fallen asleep woke up due to our horrendous screaming. Sian die.. puas my lungs exercise…the irony of the whole thing was, while we were screaming, the boys and pakciks next door were watching Omar Mokhtar…insaf…insaf…hehe
Due to the late night, we didn’t wake up for qiyam, just Subuh. I was tempted to sleep back again but there was a kuliah subuh. Then breakfast and back to the beaches. As the program name goes ‘Jom Bersantai’. We did some activities, played captain ball, made sandcastles and ate ice cream. We didn’t mandi pantai coz no one wanted to bring home wet clothes…memang relax gilerlah…hilang sket the tension of the hectic week…
Then we went back to the chalet and bersihkan diri. While waiting our turns for the toilet, we watched Te Emperor’s New Groove. The girls couldn’t appreciate it as I did. Maybe they just weren’t into cartoons. Ye lah…I kan cam budak2 sket…suke lah cartoons esp Disney movies…I sorang je ketawa…
Then it was time for the closing ceremony. There was this one boy who kept annoying us…huh, I tak puas hati…nak kenakan die jugak. We asked him to sing with us kat depan. Malu die. Haha, padan muka. After lunch and zuhur, we were ready to go back. But we wanted to singgah at kak Ju’s open house. So we went with pakcik samsuddin. Huh, mesti nibah jeles.
When we got there, the whole rombongan from uia was already there. We were already full from the lunch but there was still room for desert…hehe…then balik uia and tido sampai kol 6. asar, basuh baju, mandi then solat maghrib.
After isya’ ,we had to prepare for the exhibition. 12.00 baru balik bilik. Penat sangat.
Actually I want to comment a bit on the krJ kuantan. The circumstances here and KL and JB are sooo different. Of course lah, the geography’s different. But, you have to experience it to fully appreciate it. Back in JB, we were all mainly from the same school, neighbors, fathers as lecturers and know each other inside out, going to programs wasn’t a problem. Other places, parents had to force their kids to go, tak kisah laki or perempuan, same je.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Monday…I was very sleepy in class…the lectures were full. Then at noon, the JPA people came. I didn’t know what to expect. I wanted to wait gor everyone to settle their business before I asked the officer regarding my appeal. It was a really long wait since the process was tedious. When I finally asked, the person said he didn’t know anything about it. I felt my tears would come out any minute so I quickly went away and called ayah. Then, I cried.
After that was PBL, alhamdulillah it was with Dr Quazi still. After that, I went to the café since nazhan said he’d belanja me ice cream. Heh, I beat him in the minitest again. Bes plak getting free ice creams nih. Yummy. After finishing the ice cream, which replenished my mood, I went to pray Asar and then went to the comp lab. Chatted with Yung and went back to the room at 6 pm. Tasmi’ tak jadi malam tuh coz ustaz couldn’t make it so I did other stuff.
…………………………………………………………………………………………..
Tuesday…today or more correctly yesterday …we went to school with Azza’s merc coz we had to bring the exhibition stuff. Classes went as usual. Since we had no practical in the evening, we planned on setting up the exhibition site. Quite a number of people turned up. I helped a bit, but I had to do the Forum on Life paperwork… went back to the hostel around 5. solat, rehat, amek buku pharmaco and mandi. Then bukak pose…its my fifth day. Another 2 to go. It was shidah’s birthday so she bought each and everyone of us ayam KFC and pizza hut’s. Although by principle, I try my best to boycott, dah lah tgh berkempen supaye org boycott during ummatic week ni, gi makan plak…tp org dah belikan…makan je lah kan…hehe.
After maghrib was Profomar’s talk but I dozed off several times. Then I had tasmi’…ustaz geleng kepale je coz I wasn’t fluent. Then, I had a meeting on the forum on life. At 11 baru balik bilik.
K,that’s all for now…panjang gak..cover 4 days.
01:45
8th dec 04
Friday, December 03, 2004
Speechmakin’
There’s another thing that I have to write or I’ll be restless in my sleep.
Yesterday, I wanted to give him the speech I’d prepared. Simple je I buat. But I couldn’t find him so I went to the computer lab to have it printed out. Sambil-sambil menyelam, minumlah air. Kat computer lab kan, check la email skali.
Well, this mamat figured out I’d be there since I’ve been frequenting it a lot. Although his assumption was true, I don’t like to be predictable. I just don’t like it. That’s why I like to do things that other people won’t expect or just out of the norm. But only in certain conditions.
Hmm, I gave him a message telling him to alter it where he sees fit. I wanted to see when he’d reply. I knew he’d reply at night around 3 a.m coz that’s when he sleeps and has time for himself. He’d told me bout it before.
Hah…I was right. The reply came in the morning. I quote it,
“tq very much for ur help. Know y I wanted u 2 help me on dis? I admire ur English since d 1st day I know u. ur words for me ‘touching’. Izmil maybe better in makin speeches tp ur words alwis giv meanin yg sama dgn apa yg sy nak smpikn. Xde org leh buat cam awk. Tq a lot. Sori ggu. Sweet dream ;)”
2 Dec 2004
03:29:34
Huh…sweet words. If this incident happened last year, I’d have gone weak in the knees. Alas, I know better now. It means nothing to me. Just a simple thank u for my effort.
Do I sound ruthless? Nah, just not so naïve anymore.
Anyway, I missed the speeches event coz I arrived late. Dunno how it went.
Yesterday, I wanted to give him the speech I’d prepared. Simple je I buat. But I couldn’t find him so I went to the computer lab to have it printed out. Sambil-sambil menyelam, minumlah air. Kat computer lab kan, check la email skali.
Well, this mamat figured out I’d be there since I’ve been frequenting it a lot. Although his assumption was true, I don’t like to be predictable. I just don’t like it. That’s why I like to do things that other people won’t expect or just out of the norm. But only in certain conditions.
Hmm, I gave him a message telling him to alter it where he sees fit. I wanted to see when he’d reply. I knew he’d reply at night around 3 a.m coz that’s when he sleeps and has time for himself. He’d told me bout it before.
Hah…I was right. The reply came in the morning. I quote it,
“tq very much for ur help. Know y I wanted u 2 help me on dis? I admire ur English since d 1st day I know u. ur words for me ‘touching’. Izmil maybe better in makin speeches tp ur words alwis giv meanin yg sama dgn apa yg sy nak smpikn. Xde org leh buat cam awk. Tq a lot. Sori ggu. Sweet dream ;)”
2 Dec 2004
03:29:34
Huh…sweet words. If this incident happened last year, I’d have gone weak in the knees. Alas, I know better now. It means nothing to me. Just a simple thank u for my effort.
Do I sound ruthless? Nah, just not so naïve anymore.
Anyway, I missed the speeches event coz I arrived late. Dunno how it went.
Of drugged mice and Eid gathering
Today the classes were full. Starting off with mechanism of drug action by Prof Tariq, another soft-spoken lecturer, followed by bacterial morphology by Dr Quazi, a short break, then bacterial culture by Dr Imad and then Prof Tariq again on pharmacodynamics. The classes were quite peaceful… I took a short nap in Dr Imad’s class…hehe…owh and Azza my roommate came back from her debate at IMU.
I took the opportunity during lunch break to go to the comp lab. It’s become my favourite place of lepak nowadays. Well, I met kakyung online and she told me of how easy people can access to my blog…tak bes le cenggitu. Apparently, I have to share my name with many others. I can no longer boast of being unique. I’m an herb now…
Well, at 2 p.m., we had a pharmaco practical on drug administration. We had to study the different methods of administering drugs into the body such as the usual oral method, subcutaneously or under the skin, intramuscular or at the muscle, intraperitoneal or in the abdomen, and intravenous or through the veins. The mode of entry of the drug into the body determines to a large extent the, the character, speed, dose and degree of action.
Since we couldn’t experiment on people, we had to do it on mice. The last time I had to hold a mouse was during dissection classes in the matriculation centre. They looked quite cute, white-furred little stinky animals. But all the same I was still geli. At first we had to wait for a long time for the MLT or medical lab technician to give us a briefing. Finally when it was our turn for the briefing and demo, there was little time left to do the experiment but we did it anyways.
We had to administer pentobarbital sodium (Nembutal) through the five methods and compare them. The drug would make the mice drowsy and make it fall asleep. We had to observe the time it took for the mice to lose their righting reflex or actually pass out.
Syahadah and I did it together. After gathering enuf courage to pick up the mouse, I finally managed and syahadah did the injection. Orally, subcutaneously and intraperitoneally went fine. But for the intramuscular one, me and syahadah switched roles. I’d do the injecting and she’d hold the mouse. After much hassle, she picked it up while I filled in the syringe. I took quite sometime doing it that syahadah became very nervous and let go of the mouse. Unintentionally she threw it on me and boy, did I scream.
After that the mouse became fidgety and wouldn’t be stay still. Maybe it sensed that we were two nervous wrecks and could foretell the danger it was in being handled by us. When we finally did try to do it again, injecting the drug in the gluteus maximus muscle of the legs, a friend commented that we were doing it wrong so only half of the drug was administered. Repeating it was tedious coz the mouse was already frightened of us so we left it alone and proceeded to he last mouse. Watching my friends doing the intravenous method was quite scary since it was hard to do. Most of the mice ended up bleeding profusely while little dose gets through. Some even die. So, me and syahadah thot we’d skip that one and do the intramuscular one again. This time successfully. Observing for the result was another thing altogether. We had to record the time the mice passed out until they woke back up and became active again. To see how long the effect of the drug lasts. The problem was our mice just didn’t wake up. They went out flat, poor cute little things.
Right after lab was the tilawah briefing. At that moment we just got to know that it was to be followed by a tilawah placement test like the EPT and APT during matrix. All 300 of us in the hall had to compete to finish the test early as it was conducted on a first come first serve basis. The three ustaz’s just wanted to hear our recitation. If they thought we needed training and lessons then we’ll have to follow the classes. If we were okay, we’d be exempted. Everyone was hoping for the latter.
Alhamdulillah by 6 I was in my room. Rested for a while then bathed and prepared for the eid gathering. Me and asma’ wanted to go after isya’ although the program supposedly starts at 8. malas nak g awal2. The turnout was quite good. The small ballroom was packed. When we came, the dean was delivering his speech but we could hardly hear it at the back due to the poor sound system.
When it was time to dine, there were so many people I was practically suffocated. There was satay, 5 sticks each,lontong, mee gemuk and mee hoon, ketupat, lemang, rendang ayam and daging and kuih raya. The crowded place and furthermore confined made the atmosphere not really a pleasant one to stay there long. After taking pics, me and me friends went back early. On the whole, I’d rate the event 3 stars. I know how much effort went into it. Whatever happened was just out of their hands.
That’s all I have to say.
0021
3 dis 2004
I took the opportunity during lunch break to go to the comp lab. It’s become my favourite place of lepak nowadays. Well, I met kakyung online and she told me of how easy people can access to my blog…tak bes le cenggitu. Apparently, I have to share my name with many others. I can no longer boast of being unique. I’m an herb now…
Well, at 2 p.m., we had a pharmaco practical on drug administration. We had to study the different methods of administering drugs into the body such as the usual oral method, subcutaneously or under the skin, intramuscular or at the muscle, intraperitoneal or in the abdomen, and intravenous or through the veins. The mode of entry of the drug into the body determines to a large extent the, the character, speed, dose and degree of action.
Since we couldn’t experiment on people, we had to do it on mice. The last time I had to hold a mouse was during dissection classes in the matriculation centre. They looked quite cute, white-furred little stinky animals. But all the same I was still geli. At first we had to wait for a long time for the MLT or medical lab technician to give us a briefing. Finally when it was our turn for the briefing and demo, there was little time left to do the experiment but we did it anyways.
We had to administer pentobarbital sodium (Nembutal) through the five methods and compare them. The drug would make the mice drowsy and make it fall asleep. We had to observe the time it took for the mice to lose their righting reflex or actually pass out.
Syahadah and I did it together. After gathering enuf courage to pick up the mouse, I finally managed and syahadah did the injection. Orally, subcutaneously and intraperitoneally went fine. But for the intramuscular one, me and syahadah switched roles. I’d do the injecting and she’d hold the mouse. After much hassle, she picked it up while I filled in the syringe. I took quite sometime doing it that syahadah became very nervous and let go of the mouse. Unintentionally she threw it on me and boy, did I scream.
After that the mouse became fidgety and wouldn’t be stay still. Maybe it sensed that we were two nervous wrecks and could foretell the danger it was in being handled by us. When we finally did try to do it again, injecting the drug in the gluteus maximus muscle of the legs, a friend commented that we were doing it wrong so only half of the drug was administered. Repeating it was tedious coz the mouse was already frightened of us so we left it alone and proceeded to he last mouse. Watching my friends doing the intravenous method was quite scary since it was hard to do. Most of the mice ended up bleeding profusely while little dose gets through. Some even die. So, me and syahadah thot we’d skip that one and do the intramuscular one again. This time successfully. Observing for the result was another thing altogether. We had to record the time the mice passed out until they woke back up and became active again. To see how long the effect of the drug lasts. The problem was our mice just didn’t wake up. They went out flat, poor cute little things.
Right after lab was the tilawah briefing. At that moment we just got to know that it was to be followed by a tilawah placement test like the EPT and APT during matrix. All 300 of us in the hall had to compete to finish the test early as it was conducted on a first come first serve basis. The three ustaz’s just wanted to hear our recitation. If they thought we needed training and lessons then we’ll have to follow the classes. If we were okay, we’d be exempted. Everyone was hoping for the latter.
Alhamdulillah by 6 I was in my room. Rested for a while then bathed and prepared for the eid gathering. Me and asma’ wanted to go after isya’ although the program supposedly starts at 8. malas nak g awal2. The turnout was quite good. The small ballroom was packed. When we came, the dean was delivering his speech but we could hardly hear it at the back due to the poor sound system.
When it was time to dine, there were so many people I was practically suffocated. There was satay, 5 sticks each,lontong, mee gemuk and mee hoon, ketupat, lemang, rendang ayam and daging and kuih raya. The crowded place and furthermore confined made the atmosphere not really a pleasant one to stay there long. After taking pics, me and me friends went back early. On the whole, I’d rate the event 3 stars. I know how much effort went into it. Whatever happened was just out of their hands.
That’s all I have to say.
0021
3 dis 2004
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Advice on friends
A real friend wishes his companion well,
He’s not one who allows them to get close to hell,
Always be careful of the friends you choose,
So in the end Jannah you will not lose,
If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,
Then, beware his friendship is not strong,
If you see the pattern made,
That when you are under your friend’s shade,
Your imaan begins to fade,
Leave the worthless creation,
Make friends with Allah, surely that is a high station,
A dervish who had knowledge on our present situation,
Once told his students the following citation,
“The meeting of people will never enrich you”,
Save with the gibberish of useless gossip,
So diminish your meting with people,
Except for knowledge or to improve your condition.
-imran al shafi-
He’s not one who allows them to get close to hell,
Always be careful of the friends you choose,
So in the end Jannah you will not lose,
If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,
Then, beware his friendship is not strong,
If you see the pattern made,
That when you are under your friend’s shade,
Your imaan begins to fade,
Leave the worthless creation,
Make friends with Allah, surely that is a high station,
A dervish who had knowledge on our present situation,
Once told his students the following citation,
“The meeting of people will never enrich you”,
Save with the gibberish of useless gossip,
So diminish your meting with people,
Except for knowledge or to improve your condition.
-imran al shafi-
A.W.L.A.
oh my god...
kak yung told me to try and type awla on google search..
155,000 entries came out...
84,000 english ones...
and my blog was one of 'em...
habis dah...
tak secret coz senang gile nak cari...
tension2...
on the other hand,i just knew that AWLA can stand for so many things like
-Animal Welfare League of Arlington or Alexandria
-Australian Women's Land Army
-Arizona Women's Lawyer Association
-African Women Lawyer's Association
heck there's even a pc product with my name Corega BAR-AWLA-54
Advantage Web Log Analyzer V4.7 NEW!!!
there's even a tea named after me...AWLA TEA
Dry & spicy AWLA:
Awla segments boiled in sugarcandy & lemon juice and dusted with pepper.
AWLA HONEY:
Honey collected from awla trees,rich in Vit.C and Calcium.Improves growth
AWLA Shreds:
Shredded awla combined with ginger & organic sugar.
just to mention a few names containing AWLA
-Mr Raminder Singh Awla
-Anwar Rashid Awla
kesimpulannya...i'm no longer unique...
i'm a herb...
kak yung told me to try and type awla on google search..
155,000 entries came out...
84,000 english ones...
and my blog was one of 'em...
habis dah...
tak secret coz senang gile nak cari...
tension2...
on the other hand,i just knew that AWLA can stand for so many things like
-Animal Welfare League of Arlington or Alexandria
-Australian Women's Land Army
-Arizona Women's Lawyer Association
-African Women Lawyer's Association
heck there's even a pc product with my name Corega BAR-AWLA-54
Advantage Web Log Analyzer V4.7 NEW!!!
there's even a tea named after me...AWLA TEA
Dry & spicy AWLA:
Awla segments boiled in sugarcandy & lemon juice and dusted with pepper.
AWLA HONEY:
Honey collected from awla trees,rich in Vit.C and Calcium.Improves growth
AWLA Shreds:
Shredded awla combined with ginger & organic sugar.
just to mention a few names containing AWLA
-Mr Raminder Singh Awla
-Anwar Rashid Awla
kesimpulannya...i'm no longer unique...
i'm a herb...
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
OF ACHES, PAINS AND MICROBIOLOGY PRACTICAL
Two incidents today reminded me of how unhealthy I was.
The first realization happened whilst I was walking back to my room during lunch break. Normally, I don’t go back during lunchtime because it isn’t really worthwhile. Th walk to and fro alone takes about 15 minutes. But today, I had a mission. I was gonna do my laundry that I had been postponing to do and the washing machine was only free in the afternoons. Hehe…
As I was walking, I felt a slight pain in my right knee. I’m unsure of how I injured it, but I do recall some incidents that could have caused it. Like the time when I arrived in kuantan in the wee hours, me and syahadah. We took the night bus. Arriving that morning, in a sleepy state of mind, freezing to death coz I forgot to bring a sweater, I just took the first cab that offered a ride, lagipun the man just took my bag so I had to follow him.. As I was going down the high platform, I fell slightly causing some pressure to my knee. But I couldn’t care less bout it then. But it’s kinda haunting me now. And there were also other times.
The second incident occurred as I was rushing to catch the bus. I was at the computer lab when Asma’ called and reminded me of my promise to accompany her to the bus station. She wanted to buy a ticket home. Since I didn’t really have anything to do, I’d agreed to go with her. Well, i was afraid that the bus might leave me if I was late so I ran. That was when I felt the pain in my left iliac fossa or my lower abdomen. Alhamdulillah it wasn’t my right iliac fossa or it might be an indication for acute appendicitis. Hehe…
Hmm… I just remembered what Dr Zawawi, the alternative doctor we consulted said that doctors in America died 22 years earlier than other people due to lack of essential minerals. Now, I’m taking an RM180 bottle of essential minerals twice daily. Just started taking them today.
Enough on my ailments. Actually I’m quite happy because I’ve had my laundry done, cleaned my wardrobe, wrapped my table and did some keceriaan for my room. It looks lovely now.
Now, at this very moment, most of my friends are preparing for the Eid gathering tomorrow. The 1st years have to handle it. I’m not involved with it. But, Cbah, Nik and Asma’ are at my room preparing for the Ummatic Week we’re having next week. There’s gonna be an exhibition on the Ummatic issues. Cbah and I are in-charge. Nik and Asma’ are busy with the talk on freemason and Zionism.
This afternoon, we had a microbiology practical. It was quite cool. We were given an introduction to the safety precautions in the microbio lab. This time it’s way strict than last block’s practicals coz we’re dealing with bacterial cultures that are potentially hazardous. So strict measures must be taken. We had to learn the ASEPTIC technique. That is the technique to prevent contamination of specimens. We were all given an inoculating loop each and we have to keep it till the end of block. If we fail to return it, we’ll be fined RM20. Despite the tedious methods involved, the practical was quite interesting. Can’t wait for parasitology practical. It’ll be absolutely gruesome.
I’m spending quite a lot of time jotting down the happenings of the day. But, Prof Pakeer said that it’s a good thing to write a journal. So, that’s my justification, I’m just taking his advice. Heh. BTW, he’s a totally cool lecturer. He’s artistic, a great talker, and he’s and an expert in his field which is parasitology. He showed us some of the pictures he drew. They were quite neat.
If u’ve managed to read this far, u’d have realized how bad an explainer and storyteller I am. Kakyung said that I speak like a teenager. Hey, I’m still young eh.
That’s all for tonight.
The first realization happened whilst I was walking back to my room during lunch break. Normally, I don’t go back during lunchtime because it isn’t really worthwhile. Th walk to and fro alone takes about 15 minutes. But today, I had a mission. I was gonna do my laundry that I had been postponing to do and the washing machine was only free in the afternoons. Hehe…
As I was walking, I felt a slight pain in my right knee. I’m unsure of how I injured it, but I do recall some incidents that could have caused it. Like the time when I arrived in kuantan in the wee hours, me and syahadah. We took the night bus. Arriving that morning, in a sleepy state of mind, freezing to death coz I forgot to bring a sweater, I just took the first cab that offered a ride, lagipun the man just took my bag so I had to follow him.. As I was going down the high platform, I fell slightly causing some pressure to my knee. But I couldn’t care less bout it then. But it’s kinda haunting me now. And there were also other times.
The second incident occurred as I was rushing to catch the bus. I was at the computer lab when Asma’ called and reminded me of my promise to accompany her to the bus station. She wanted to buy a ticket home. Since I didn’t really have anything to do, I’d agreed to go with her. Well, i was afraid that the bus might leave me if I was late so I ran. That was when I felt the pain in my left iliac fossa or my lower abdomen. Alhamdulillah it wasn’t my right iliac fossa or it might be an indication for acute appendicitis. Hehe…
Hmm… I just remembered what Dr Zawawi, the alternative doctor we consulted said that doctors in America died 22 years earlier than other people due to lack of essential minerals. Now, I’m taking an RM180 bottle of essential minerals twice daily. Just started taking them today.
Enough on my ailments. Actually I’m quite happy because I’ve had my laundry done, cleaned my wardrobe, wrapped my table and did some keceriaan for my room. It looks lovely now.
Now, at this very moment, most of my friends are preparing for the Eid gathering tomorrow. The 1st years have to handle it. I’m not involved with it. But, Cbah, Nik and Asma’ are at my room preparing for the Ummatic Week we’re having next week. There’s gonna be an exhibition on the Ummatic issues. Cbah and I are in-charge. Nik and Asma’ are busy with the talk on freemason and Zionism.
This afternoon, we had a microbiology practical. It was quite cool. We were given an introduction to the safety precautions in the microbio lab. This time it’s way strict than last block’s practicals coz we’re dealing with bacterial cultures that are potentially hazardous. So strict measures must be taken. We had to learn the ASEPTIC technique. That is the technique to prevent contamination of specimens. We were all given an inoculating loop each and we have to keep it till the end of block. If we fail to return it, we’ll be fined RM20. Despite the tedious methods involved, the practical was quite interesting. Can’t wait for parasitology practical. It’ll be absolutely gruesome.
I’m spending quite a lot of time jotting down the happenings of the day. But, Prof Pakeer said that it’s a good thing to write a journal. So, that’s my justification, I’m just taking his advice. Heh. BTW, he’s a totally cool lecturer. He’s artistic, a great talker, and he’s and an expert in his field which is parasitology. He showed us some of the pictures he drew. They were quite neat.
If u’ve managed to read this far, u’d have realized how bad an explainer and storyteller I am. Kakyung said that I speak like a teenager. Hey, I’m still young eh.
That’s all for tonight.
just a normal day
I’m so tired. It’s already 11.30 p.m. I’ve just been wasting time. I haven’t even gone through the lecture notes today.
Hmm…what have I been doing?
• I was showing my roommate, Kak Rena, a 3rd year medical student, the family pics when Kak ngah called from Egypt. No wonder the number that came out on my mobile was +8888888
• I burnt a CD for the first time… for a nitwit at computers like me…that is something.
• I was typing the speech for the raya gathering I had written down for Aimir. He didn’t ask me to type it, but, what the heck, might as well. It was quite a surprise that he even asked me to do it. Entah, never could understand him.
• I’ve been reading on the carrier state of typhoid fever. That’s the subtopic I have to do for PBL. But I can’t find much on it so I asked Nadia S if I could do the one on Salmonella typhi itself, heh, menambahkan keje sendri je. I went to Marni’s room to get the info.
Today, I had lectures on bacteriology by Dr Quazi, then intro to Parasitology by Prof Pakeer. The lectures were interesting especially with prof pakeer’s stories but I was a tad bit sleepy and doze off several times. After the break, I had an Islamic input by Dr Naznin’s husband who’s the Head of Dept. of Pediatrics at HTAA. It was on the creation of the universe. Then it was Dr Azizi’s class on pharmacokinetics.
During the lunch break I went to the comp lab but there was quite a queue. Whilst waiting for my turn, Aimir approached me to ask my assistance with the speech. Well, alhamdulillah I was able to check my mails and also chatted with kak yung.
The last class of the day was an intro to practical class given by Dr Hasan Elhadi who’s an Egyptian. Boy, does he speak fast plus his Arabic tongue. It was tough just understanding the words he said. On the bright side, it kept me awake since one has to be alert just to keep up with the lecture.
There’s much that I have to plan for such as the Catalyst, the Education Bureau and the exhibition next week on the ummatic situation of the muslims worldwide.
Alhamdulillah the results will come out in two weeks time. Gives me more time free of worries of the impending doom that awaits me.
For now, all I wanna do is sleep.
Hmm…what have I been doing?
• I was showing my roommate, Kak Rena, a 3rd year medical student, the family pics when Kak ngah called from Egypt. No wonder the number that came out on my mobile was +8888888
• I burnt a CD for the first time… for a nitwit at computers like me…that is something.
• I was typing the speech for the raya gathering I had written down for Aimir. He didn’t ask me to type it, but, what the heck, might as well. It was quite a surprise that he even asked me to do it. Entah, never could understand him.
• I’ve been reading on the carrier state of typhoid fever. That’s the subtopic I have to do for PBL. But I can’t find much on it so I asked Nadia S if I could do the one on Salmonella typhi itself, heh, menambahkan keje sendri je. I went to Marni’s room to get the info.
Today, I had lectures on bacteriology by Dr Quazi, then intro to Parasitology by Prof Pakeer. The lectures were interesting especially with prof pakeer’s stories but I was a tad bit sleepy and doze off several times. After the break, I had an Islamic input by Dr Naznin’s husband who’s the Head of Dept. of Pediatrics at HTAA. It was on the creation of the universe. Then it was Dr Azizi’s class on pharmacokinetics.
During the lunch break I went to the comp lab but there was quite a queue. Whilst waiting for my turn, Aimir approached me to ask my assistance with the speech. Well, alhamdulillah I was able to check my mails and also chatted with kak yung.
The last class of the day was an intro to practical class given by Dr Hasan Elhadi who’s an Egyptian. Boy, does he speak fast plus his Arabic tongue. It was tough just understanding the words he said. On the bright side, it kept me awake since one has to be alert just to keep up with the lecture.
There’s much that I have to plan for such as the Catalyst, the Education Bureau and the exhibition next week on the ummatic situation of the muslims worldwide.
Alhamdulillah the results will come out in two weeks time. Gives me more time free of worries of the impending doom that awaits me.
For now, all I wanna do is sleep.
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