24th Jan 2005

Arrived in kuantan at 3.45 am
Slept back on my lovely bed for another 2 hours
Woke up and had a bath
Class at 9.00- dr. hassan’s zoonosis (realized how much I haven’t studied yet for the second minitest and for the finals)
Then Islamic input was postponed again-I went to print out catalyst but only half coz the machine got stuck
11.30 was prof pakeer’s tuto but it wasn’t long then he showed us a recording of a National Geography episode on venomous animals
I went back to the hostel to do my laundry and had lunch
Practical parasito at 2.00 pm
Went to comp lab and collected the rest of the print outs and surfed the net
Waited for makcik fotostat to come and dealt with her regarding the catalyst publication
At first she was hesitant and didn’t know if she could do exactly as I’d requested but she said she’d try and only then did I realize that one page was wrong so I had to go running to print out another one
Then I went to the library to find sibah but she wasn’t there so I just stayed awhile and read
Went back to the hostel and prepared to go jogging with sibah to taman Bandar
I rearranged my room and then had a bath and cleaned some more
By the time I was done it was isya’ so I quickly started on my memorizations, I’m way behind and lagging compared to the rest
Ate bread
Went to tasmi’
10.45 pm aida sent the published copies of the catalyst, about 70, unfortunately they were of low quality, never again am I gonna photostate there.
Did some more editing with azza
Now, study for tomorrow’s microbio tuto

11.40 pm
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25th Jan 2005

I woke up early and prepared for class
1st lecture of the day was Dr Imad’s mumps and measles virus
Then it was supposed to be the tuto but Dr Imad proceeded with another lecture on sterilization and disinfectant
During the break, I took the opportunity to print out the revised catalyst and booked the LCD screen requested by Kakak
After break was supposed to be the Islamic Input on vicegeency by Dr Azmi but he didn’t come
We were just about to go for an early lunch when Dr Azizi came and started the lecture on pharmacological aspects of drug abuse; at least he finished the class early
Then everyone headed for the bus to go to JHC since we had a clinical correlation there
My friends and I that missed the previous practicals because we went to the wintercamp had to do our practical at that time, we didn’thave to do much coz most of the things were already prepared, so we could finish early and join the CC.
We arrived a bit late coz we had to pray first, and the class had already commenced.
The case was of a boy admitted with his chief complaint being dyspnoea, fever, arthralgia.
His condition was due to cardiac failure secondary to infection by beta-hemolytic Streptococcus which caused Rheumatic fever and the systemic symptoms. We could see his heart pumping very fast on the surface of his left upper ribs. He also had hepatomegaly.
After that, as usual we’d all go to Kuantan Parade and do the weekly shopping and replacing the depleted stock of food.
By 5pm we were back at the hostel and I got to rets for a while before cbah came and reminded me of our plan to go to taman Bandar so I quickly got dressed.
The exercise was refreshing but somewhat strenuous to my soles.
We came back by 7 pm and I had this sudden urge to clean the refrigerator then took my bath
There was a kulliyah by prof omar after maghrib so I went
After isya was tajwid class which finished at 11pm then I went to jumpe kakak sharifah for a while
I sorted out my notes and managed to study a bit alhamdulillah.

01.21am
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27th Jan 2005

Today, classes were as usual. Cbah and I were snacking the whole morning with Nips and Smarties and karipap and roti. I was just easily distracted throughout the lecture and couldn’t concentrate much. I was sleepy through Dr Imad’s class, somewhat awake through Dr Tanveer’s adverse effect of drug’s lecture part 1 but fully concentrating on Dr Syed Athif during his lecture on the adverse effect part 2. Maybe because he’s young, energetic and charming…hehe..i wasn’t sleepy at all.

What was really interesting was an incident where this friend of ours whom fainted (again) yesterday got up suddenly and went to the other side of class where she put her bag and took out her water bottle. Yeah, she fainted yesterday, the one who sits in the first row, right under the lecturer’s nose. Sheesh, you’d think people would learn from their mistakes.

Well, today, she didn’t faint but people were worried that she might so many students offered her snacks. We joked about it that if fainting people got such attention and SNACKS, it wasn’t such a bad thing after all…hehe

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Owh, there’s something I’ve been wanting to write about for some time now. It’s about the sad-looking lake I pass everyday on the way to the faculty which never fails to attract my attention each time. Its condition seems sadder as the days go by. Before, it used to be full of water and it was a pretty sight for the eyes. It dried up slowly.

Now it just looks like a swamp with all the algae and grass growing in it. It looks like the eutrophic lake picture I saw when helping ayah with his power point presentation on the classification of lakes in Malaysia. I should take a picture and show it to ayah. (Ayah’s totally backwards in these techno thingy’s coz he has secretaries to do the work for him. I even had to teach him how to use the SMS once…its not that I’m clever in these things but when compared to him, I can be considered a genius…hehe).

Well, back to the lake. I used to love looking at it before and admiring it but now it’s just pathetic. When it was still somewhat full, I used to wonder how deep it was, my guess was that it was actually very shallow, but there was no way to prove whether I was right or wrong at that time. The idea of proving it myself was inconceivable because no way was I going into any still water like that. It could be breeding loads of amoebas and all the other parasites that can cause meningitis. But, now I know for certain. It ain’t deep at all. The on-going construction makes the water shallower. I hope they do something about it. Poor, poor lake.

02.12 am

so much time, so little to do

i wish that were the case (like what Willy Wonka said in the Charlie and the chocolate factory or was it the second book..i'm not sure) ...but alas..it is not..

i've got loads to write about but i just don't know where to start so i postpone and procrastinate..

i'm starting to feel the pressure of the coming minitest...so i think i'll have to slow down on me blogging..

i've just finished parasito practical and we have to draw all these snakes and arthropods..i really hate drawing..

born in june

Take the quiz: "What does your birth month reveal about you?"

June

Thinks far with vision. (i think i do)
Easily influenced by kindness. (i just melt at kindness)
Polite andsoft-spoken. (absolutely not)
Having lots of ideas. (most of 'em crazy ideas)
Sensitive. (ask kakyung)
Active mind. (sometimes)
Hesitating, tends to delay. (can't even pick out me own clothes)
Choosy and always wants the best. (enuf said)
Temperamental. (very..)
Funny and humorous. (not that funny)
Loves to joke. (absolutely)
Good debating skills. (not at all)
Talkative. (only with some people)
Daydreamer. (whenever i get the chance)
Friendly. (emmm)
Knows how to make friends. (not really)
Abiding. (very good and law-abiding most of the time)
Able to show character. (entah)
Easilyhurt. (depends on d situation)
Prone to getting colds. (genetics)
Loves to dress up. (sometimse)
Easily bored. (can't sit still)
Fussy. (very)
Seldom shows emotions. (on the contrary)
Takes time to recover when hurt. (yeah..time heals all wounds)
Brand conscious. (really??)
Executive. (a bit)
Stubborn. (extremely)

As told by kakyung

em..here's something kakyung wrote about me..
mostly exagerations but endearing nonetheless.


Awla
Ooooooo…. My favourite girl to talk about

the ‘genius’ one in the family she is
who’s with an absolutely brilliant mind
aint it true sista…

awla, kak yang, yang, lola, laa…
lookie all these wonderful names that I have for you
what can I say about this sis o’ mine
another one of my best friends
I use to tell her everything that ever happened to me
actually, I still do, but maybe your not the first one
to know anymore…*wink… coz now there’s yeop… hehe..
but then again, I still tell you things
even though, I am now married, I don’t want it to
ever change the relationship that we both have together
and I don’t think I will ever stop bugging you La…

everyone knows that you’re a smarty pants...
but being bright and intelligent does have it’s defects too.. right
sometimes you do let it get to your head…

example of a typical converse with awla:
“kak yung, what’s the meaning of ……….. ?”
“eerrrmm… entahlah…”
“wait a minute, if I don’t know then you lagilah tak tahu”

as you can plainly see, awla can be like that sometimes…
but it only comes once in a purple moon…
but behind all that brainpower, there is still
a soft and sensitive side to awla…
jangan memain, minah ni kalau tengah sensitip…. Ouch…
even nyamuk won’t dare take a bite…
nevertheless, it never stops people from thinking she’s cool

Why is it awla?
That wherever you go, be it school or university
or programs or whatever, people always seem to want to
elect you to be something… wherever you go you must have
some kinda post or position or in some sorto organization…
What is it about you? Huh Laa?

What do these people see in you, when all I see is
my little toady bratty sister… hehe…

nahh.. they probably see what I really see.. someone who
.::. is unique and special
.::. can be a responsible person in charge
.::. is charismatic and charming
.::. can be strict and arrays confidence
.::. can be appealing, fascinating and fun to work with
.::. can be serious when it comes to it, to get the job done
.::. is very much disciplined in seeing things through to the end
.::. willing to work hard in the name of da’wah
.::. is with a strong stand in her principles and ethics
.::. has a strong sense of character and personality
.::. is a born leader!!!!!!!!!

another example of a typical converse with awla:

-After just a week of being in UIA Kuantan-
Aw : “kak yung, guess what… they’ve just nominated me to be
the Head Girl of my year”
KY : “WHAT?? Awla, I thought you just got there.. bukan ker
you baru jer sampai sana.. it’s been what.. only 3 days
or something…and you got yourself elected for something..
..shiisshh… awla, you know ayah’s gonna throw fits..”
Aw : “tulah… jangan bagi tahu ayah tau…”
KY : “eee.. what did you do… are these people blind… I tell you..
takde orang lain ker nak jadik head…
You know ayah wants you to concentrate on your studies..”
Aw : “tulah..tulah.. I know kak yung, I thought nak masuk sini
nak low profile, but there’s this girl plak pepandai jer
calonkan nama I, what to do??”


well, there you have it, another normal, everyday conversation with awla
you just always seem to surprise me with all your activities
I know that with you, selagi it’s in the name of da’wah
and for the good Islam and all of mankind, then you’ll be in it
I know if it were me, I’d have a tough time juggling it all
you give new meaning to the word “achieveable”
because with you awla, anything’s possible
but then again your in university…
uni life is just bustling and tussling
but just bear in mind that you are human
and humans do make mistakes,
coz then, you’ll have mistakes to learn from…

Nobody’s perfect, it’s your imperfections that makes you, YOU!

Now be a good girl in uni and be the incredible muslimah doctor
that I know you can be when you graduate!

Thanks Laa,
for being there for me
for having sisterly fights with me
for being the little twit that you sometimes are
for listening to me talk and not letting you butt in
for helping me get through all the bad times
for understanding my predicaments when it counts
for sometimes being the middle-man for me with mak n ayah
for telling me off when you have to…
for being my reminder of my Islamic obligations
for being my sister, my lola

WINTERCAMP IN THE TROPICS

It is now 8.50 pm and I am on the bus heading for Kuantan. Back to reality after a short escape from classes. I get to reunite with my computer. For five days, it has been at the mercy of my fellow colleagues of this camp.

There’s much to tell about this camp and I have loads of stories but I’m somewhat tired now and might miss some important points. Just a brief intro, this program was actually organized by FIMA (federation of international medical assodiations) and WAMY (world assembly of muslim youth) and IMAM.

Well some of the highlights are;
Ø There was much emphasis on muamalat and the committees had to adhere to the strictest of rules; we couldn’t talk to the brothers or at least be seen talking to them, if it was absolutely necessary we had to discuss anything in a room with closed doors.
Ø The rector of IIUM was just a dear. Owh he’s absolutely wonderful person
Ø Bumped into lots of me friends at Gombak
Ø We could see Arabs culture up close
Ø My handphone jatuh jamban, when it was salvaged, all that was left functioning was the sim card
Ø I have gained many new friends, international as well as local; a Singaporean, a Cambodian and 4 thais besides the local ones from imu, ukm, upm, usm umpcm.
Ø I learned a bit of kelantan from a thai…how ironic is that
Ø I got to work with or at least see Dr Latif, Dr Musa, Dr Munawar and many distinguished international medical practitioners
Ø We got loads of souvenirs from FIMA, WAMY, IMAM and IIUM.
Ø We got to stay in the suite at Anjung Rahamt and the chalets at Sri Dinar in Janda Baik were absolutely wonderful
Ø My body is achning all over

Okay, I wanna stop now.
More details later..

9.17 pm
16/01/05

How time flies

Okay, I can’t be long. It’s already 12.02am. I dunno what I’ve been doing the whole weekend. Two whole days and I’ve accomplished and done very little. Saturday has been a blur. Waking up at 10.30 am (sebab tido lewat gile) and then attempting to study, dapat lah masuk sikit trematodes and cestodes. I can at least differentiate between the two. The former are the flukes while the latter are the tapeworms. That’s all I know. Then in the evening I was engrossed with scanning the pictures in my album. I know cam tade keje jer, but I borrowed the scanner from kak hanifah and went on vigorously scanning. At night, there was a kulliyyah maghrib by Ustaz Arif Nazri, one of the Imams at IIUM Gombak’s mosque. After that, I had a tough time editing the organization chart that had a mind of its own. I still ended up turning in late.

Today, Sunday, was a full day of meeting. I woke up at 8.45 am despite being conscious of the meeting I had at 9.00. I woke up, had a bath and when I arrived at the computer lab, fortunately many had still not come yet. It was on the final touches of the winter camp in Tropics organized by PPIM (Persatuan Perubatan Islam Malaysia) Student Chapter and we, the IIUM med students were playing host besides the other national med schools like UKM, USM, IMU, and UPM. I haven’t mentioned much about it before coz I’ve only recently included myself into the committee replacing a friend who couldn’t attend. So, now I have to attend it and miss 3 days of classes and practicals. It’ll have to be worth it. well, after the meeting which lasted the whole morning and continued well into the evening only breaking for lunch, I’m in charge of the games and muhasabah session. Let’s hope for the best. K, more on it after the programme.

Where has the weekend gone, it’s Monday already.

12.28 am
10/01/05

MY JILSAH MATES

Never a dull moment with this lot

KAK SAFIYA (the mature senior)
The discussion leader. This petite mas‘ulah of ours is very strict yet just as young at heart as any of us. She’s never afraid to speak her mind. Her words penetrate deep into the cardium. Our sessions together are never dull.

ASMA’ (the cute but stern hafizah)
A former Irsyadian. She went to SMAP Kajang and then DQ or Darul Quran where she memorized the whole quran. She’s the notes writer. We love photostating her notes coz she makes them in such presentable forms. She’s the strict and no nonsense one in the group.

NIK AISHAH (the alim chatterer)
My Hirakian friend. This tall and slender friend of mine always speaks her mind and loves sharing her opinions with others. Every time, she says that she wants to talk less but she never does. Haha, reminds me of someone I know…yeah, me.

CBAH (the kerek joker)
My Al-Amin friend. A fun person to be around. Apparently quiet but once you get to know her, she’s a pleasant companion. Knew her since form 3 and then kept bumping into her occasionally at programmes and then we became classmates at matrix.

SYAHADAH (the most clever)
My former schoolmate since standard 2. She’s the ayu one and most senyap. However, she does let go sometimes and surpass me in my ‘bising’ness. Undoubtedly the most intelligent and hardworking amongst us.

04:08
8/1/05

coming up...
MY ROOMMATES
-AZZA
-KAK RENA
-KAK MATUN

INTRODUCING THE KEY PLAYERS IN MY LIFE

This was taken in year 2002.
(Standing from left: kak chik, kak ngah, kak yung, kak teh n me. Sitting from left: Ayah, Hammad n mak)

MY FAMILY

AYAH
My tall, dark and handsome dad. He’s my role model. Why look far for a role model when you’ve already got one in the house…hehe. He’s the most hardworking, dedicated, charismatic, handsome guy I know. Always trying to improve himself whenever he can. Has been known to show leadership qualities early in his childhood years when he led his brothers in mischief, often followed by a sound scolding by his father. He’s always recommending some book for us to read. I just read up to the muqaddimah and that’s as far as I read. He can be extremely stern at times, but that’s when we really do something wrong. Other times, he’s really cool to be around. He loves watching National Geography and animals especially wild ones. Currently his world is golf, golf and more golf.

MAK
The petite, fair and ever young mom. Many people cannot believe that she’s already got six grown up kids with two already wedded. She’s the finest cook in the world. Or at least to us she is. I haven’t inherited her fine culinary skills yet, but I shall one day Insya Allah. Her PR and communication skills are excellent too, and again I lack in that area. She is now into counseling despite having a degree in chemistry. She can be very strict with us but we know its just coz she loves us and wants the best for us all. She’now working as the program manager of Iman ELC.

KAK YUNG (the unpredictable artist)
The eldest and tallest of the Banaat (daughters) of Azraai. The most mature. The problem-solver. She’s the one who just knows what to do when everyone else is clueless.
She’s the one who buys the books and CDs. She’s the one who irons all our clothes on the night of Eid. She’s my bestest friend of all. Currently a Human Resource Executive on weekdays and arts teacher on weekends.

KAK NGAH (the caring ustazah)
She resembles mak a lot. She’s the most kindhearted, caring, helpful, patient soul I’ve ever known. The most ‘baik’ amongst us five. My spiritual advisor…hehe. She’s in Egypt now studying Usuluddin.

KAKYANG (the feared nerd)
I dunno how to describe myself . I’m my worst critic.

KAK TEH (the popular chatterbox)
Her aim in form five was to ensure that the whole school knew her by the time she graduated from high school and believe me, she achieved it. The most ‘cun’ amongst us, most photogenic and also most perasan. She is very friendly and can get along with almost anyone. Even on the first day of PKN, she’d already formed her own group of friends that stuck throughout the course. Currently doing law in IIUM’s matriculation centre.

KAK CHIK aka ADEQ (the cute, two-faced joker)
She leads a double life. A quiet, shy girl at school by day but the joker at home by night. Everyone just cracks up at her antiques. Her features and characteristics resemble mine a lot, but she’s a bit cuter. Many have mistaken her for me and vice versa. She’s in Form 5 now. Gonna be busy preparing for SPM.

HAMMAD (the fat brat???)
Hehe…he’d be punching me if he read this. Hammad’s a bit dependent since he’s the youngest of 6. He’s got lots of big sisters to do stuff for him. Since he’s the only boy, he inherited most of ayah’s illnesses mainly rhinitis. Tough luck for him. His best friend is Aiman, our next door neighbour. His interests are playing computer games, watching cartoons and reading Enid Blyton stories besides those comics he buys. Whenever we go anywhere, he always brings a bag full of books lest he becomes bored. Even on Kakyung’s wedding day, he couldn’t leave his supply behind. However, he’s still my only brother. Since kakyung got married he’s got two big brothers to befriend. Good for him. He’s also gonna sit for a major exam this year; UPSR.

3.30
8/1/05

MY WEEKLY INPUT

I’ve just finished watching Mulan II with Asma’…bes, bes. But the first one was better. This one’s all lovey dovey but entertaining nonetheless. Before that, I had my weekly input with the bestest group ever (which me and Asma’ came late to coz we had tasmi’-alhamdulillah lepas but ustaz asked me to improve on my ‘dengung’s ). We are such a wonderful mix of characters, all different yet we are connected by our faith and background. Sharing the same goals and vision, despite our stark contrast personalities.

I love our weekly gatherings coz it keeps me on the right path whenever I seem to be straying away (which seems to be occurring most of the time). I can count on these very friends to; be there for me to advise me in my actions, console me in my woes, help me when I am in trouble and laugh at all my jokes. They are my confidantes. We may differ in our views and opinions, but they’ll always be my bestest of friends and mates (besides kakyung of course).

Classes today were full and then there was halaqah which I skipped to go visit the computer lab. Seronok gile takde kelas petang. I got to sleep a bit. Abang ngah (still getting used to it) messaged asking me to look up someone here for a friend of his. Since she had classes till evening, I went to visit her just before maghrib. Kak rena brought back the pictures I’d sent for processing. Then Azza and kak rena went to the pasar malam.

2.09
8/1/05

MY TRIP TO GOMBAK

The time is 18:47. I’ve just come back from IIUM Gombak for the launching of Students’ Discipline Rules 2004 organized by STAD Gombak. Actually we arrived much earlier but i had to discuss a few things with zaid and abang syed regarding the bulletin. Well, the launch was held at the Banquet Hall of the Administration Building from 9.45 am to 12.00 pm. All the student representatives from all four societies here in Kuantan had to attend the launch. That’s why I had to go. I curse the day I agreed to be nominated for MSC council (Medical Students’ Society).

Actually, I didn’t really want to go in the first place. Though I got the memo on Monday morning, I didn’t reply whether I’d go or not coz I was still indecisive. I didn’t want to miss 4 lectures and a seminar lest I’d miss all the jokes and then I’d be the only one ignorant if others talk about it.

Even yesterday, coming back from Pakcik Husni’s place, I was still unsure of going. But right before I tucked in for the night, I weighed my options. I hadn’t really any tangible reasons for not attending thus; I’d go if I managed to wake up early. We had to leave at 6.30 am to reach Gombak in time.

(interlude for maghrib and isya prayers)

This morning, Azza woke me up at 6.15, I thought I was already late and took a quick bath. Passing by Kak Miza’s room, I saw that her lights were off and immediately woke her up. Huh, no way was I going to let her not go when I had to go. Unfortunately by the time I was ready, the bus hadn’t gone yet (I was secretly hoping to be left by the bus). But it was embarrassing to be the 2nd last person to go on the bus. Alhamdulillah kak Miza was the last one, tak de lah I malu sangat…hehe.

The trip didn’t turn out that bad after all. I managed to catch a few extra winks during the three-hour journey. And, the presentation on the dire condition of disciplinary problems faced by the mahallat admin and security people was somewhat appalling what with the vandalism, smoking, coupling, etc. Now, unluckily for the students, they’ve laid down stricter rules. I don’t really mind that much except for the stringent rules on electrical appliances and all, especially since my room has a massive fridge shared by the seniors. The kuantanians aren’t much of lawbreakers except when it comes to electrical appliances and cars. There are shared fridges and washing machines at almost every level and some juniors driving cars. But that’s as bad as it gets here.

After the programme, there there was a buffet lunch but by the time it was my turn, most of the dishes were finished, I just had oranges and plain rice…huh, sedeh. However, I got to see Aishah MN and Fanin after that and we had till 2.30 so bley jenjalan kejap. We bought bread at the Babush shop and caught up on times.

When we reached Kuantan, abang Syed wanted us to all to read the Rules Book (cam tau je kitorang sume malas) and he asked me to correct several mistakes in the bulletin. Even prof pakeer’s done checking it, just waiting for Sham to and Mr Kamarul to approve. Tadi, me and Azza have just looked through the bulletin again and edited it some more.

Owh, yesterday pak cik Husni invited the anak pakcik makciks here in uia to his house for dinner and he wanted to discuss some important matter. Even nizam was there. I borrowed Mulan II…hehe can’t wait to see it.

23.02
6/1/05

Permanently-deferred speech therapist

I’ve just printed out the bulletin using Shereen’s printer. Alhamdulillah after all the hassle, dapat gak print it out. Even that wasn’t without glitches; there were some technical problems with the layout that was too tedious to solve. Since my layout designer was fast asleep, I just had to bear with it and repair it some other time. Tomorrow, I’ll submit it for approval by the advisors. Huh, producing a bulletin is interesting but somewhat tiresome. Why do I get myself into these things?

Permanently-deferred speech therapist

Haha…that’s what I am. Or at least that’s the conclusion I can make after the two seminars we’ve had this block. In a seminar, a group of 5 students are given a topic (any topic the lecturers can come up with even non-medical topics too) and they’ll have to present it in front of class. It’s kind of a big deal since it constitutes 5% of our first professional exam so everyone puts in their very best to make an impression. The exam a.k.a 1st pro is the one we have to sit for when we finish our preclinical years in order for us to proceed to the 3rd year. Where the real hands on practical begins.

In the first seminar, at the end of their presentation, the group designated everyone with occupations or posts synonymous to their characters; the somewhat trendy ones were fashion designers, the alim ones were religious advisors, there were also ridiculous ones like backup singers and stuntmen…and I got elected as speech therapist. Why? I think it’s becoz I’ve commented on this one guy’s English pronunciation. It’s not that mine is so excellent but his, my god, he speaks as though he’s from Germany. I doubt even germans would understand him. He says becorrrze instead of because and all the r’s are very much stressed.

The second seminar was Cbah’s group on blood donation. They mentioned the criteria that render one eligible to donate blood and I am absolutely over-qualified save for the fact that I’m permanently deferred from donating blood, in Malaysia at least. Those who have lived in UK from 1988 to 1996 are permanently deferred from donating blood according to the Malaysian Ministry of Health for fear of infecting others with BSE or Bovine Spongiform Encephalitis, more popularly known as mad cow disease. Sometimes I do think I suffer from it meself, just the mad part at least.

During my matriculation, I’ve always wanted to try donating blood, just for the experience, besides those noble reasons of helping others..bla..bla..bla…but I was afraid and conjoured up loads of reasons against it. But, my desire never faded. I got the chance at UIA Gombak once while visiting it. Despite knowing my ineligibility, I still signed up for it. i asked the nurse in charge and she said it was okay, therefore it wasn’t really my fault. Actually, some people don’t really believe in this rule, but it’s a preventive measure I guess. Just hope the fella who got my O+ blood doesn’t contract BSE…

1.27
5 january 2005

saje je

sori yung. i dont hav much time to rite much. it's this catalyst thingy i've been working on. don't even hav much time for meself. ngantuk gile in class. dr hassan's german-english speed was lost to me. there were zzz's over me head. and then dr.imad's viral classification wasn't entering my thick cranium at all. and now,after carrying the laptop all the way to the computer lab coz i wanted to print it out for free sebab dah ade the service, and since i didn't want to use my friend's printer, the guy in charge says it can't be done. i just wanna shout.

owh, we got to know our marks yesterday, i didn't do as bad as i thought but cbah surpassed me and boy was she rejoicing...hah,there won't be a next time hehe..syahadah was undoubtedly the highest in rank amongst our usrah group. k, nak gi hav lunch and pray.

At home

The time is 1.07am and I’m at home sitting in front of the computer. I’ve just finished writing the editorial note for the catalyst. I dunno whether it’ll be approved or not for publication. Before that i was typing the lyrics of old nasheeds like ‘Lost Identity’, ‘Wahai Mujahid’ and more. I just love nasheeds which i grew up with and kiddy songs and nursery rhymes.

I came back home on Friday evening. I took the afternoon bus and arrived around maghrib. Five hours plus a half an hour break. syahadah and i went on the Konsortium coz’ it’s the only bus that passes Sri Putri. Another bus, Cepat, also passes but it is not as its name suggests. Well, the seats were quite comfortable but since i sat at the rear end, right above the tyres, it was one bumpy ride. I was thrown up and down in my seat a couple of times, disturbing my beauty sleep...hehe.

Along the way, i got a message from cbah. She said that i passed last block’s exams...
alhamdulillah. i was tempted to dance and jiggle due to my excitement but i got the better of meself. I am so happy to even obtain a pass considering my performance on that paper. Well, the five-week wait was worth it.

I’m guessing Chua topped the class again. She’s my petite, genius, debater friend. I asked her a few days ago on the secret of her successive successes, and she said, “One word”. The words ‘hard work’ and ‘study’ came to mind. Little did i guess it was, “Married”. Yep, she got married last year. Her husband’s in IIUM Gombak doing accounting, also a debater. Waaa, I wanna get married too to get distinctions. Hehe...but chua was already topping the class before she wedded so i can’t really follow her footsteps.

Owh, one more thing, just thinking about the Tsunami incident saddens me. Listening to the news and reading the papers on the devastation it caused, makes me tearful. When Allah shows His signs, we must take heed lest we suffer the similar fate, perhaps worse.

1.59 am
2 jan 2005