Rusty Contemplation

The letter for my induction course had safely came to me a few days ago. So from 21st till 25th October, I'll be spending my days and nights in D'Village Resort in Ayer Keroh, Melaka. And nope, it isn't meant for some heavenly getaway but merely the course that we ought to attend before embarking the working life in the hospital.

Even though the thought of it had given me some series of palpitations, I can still amazingly sleep well when I thought that the letter will only bring me sleepless nights. So anyway, there's so many things to do and I still haven't started packing anything yet. I don't where to start, or in other words, the dreadful winter is coming.

I pray that the Almighty will ease upon the road that I'm about to embark. Ameen.

Cake Galore

For my sister's birthday, on 11th October 2013, my mom and my 3rd sister made her a blueberry cheesecake. Topped with the sweet sugary biscuits that you always had back then when you were little. Looks pretty isn't it?

And it was my birthday yesterday. We had some home cooked spaghetti and my parents bought me a white chocolate macadamia cake from Secret Recipe. 

I am really grateful for my parents and my family. They are my everything. And I still can't believe that number 25. Okay, bye!

Happy Birthday!

Big shout out to my sister who turns 22 this year! Time flies so fast, I can't even believe that it's 2013 already. Anyway, our birth dates are only a couple of days apart. Back then when we were little, my Opah was so eager to throw a birthday party for both of us. Usually it will be a combine birthday party of mine and my sister's. Then we get to invite our friends and neighbor to join. Well, it wasn't really a big, fancy, themed party with clowns etc. Just a casual high tea I guess with a big fat cake since we had to share. Haha. Sadly, there's no more birthday parties for my 2nd sister, younger brother or even for my little brother. Pity them. Lol.

I just had to put up this picture since my mom complimented on how I cute I was when I was little. Ehem! Haha. I'm not even sure myself how I came to know how to pose so much.

Knock Knock

Who's there? Well if you haven't noticed yet, October's already here. I can't believe that time flies that fast! It seems like yesterday was only the new year and now it's already the 10th month of the year. In a couple of months, 2014 will knock on our doors. Which makes me reminisce to what I've achieved through out the year 2013. Hmm.

Anyway, I've been caught up with Game of Thrones lately. Despite the cruelty, ruthlessness and violence, I've got to admit that the story line intrigues me. Which also made me crave to read the real book. I  will always have a thing which those stories that had been made based on a book except for Twilight, obviously. Usually the story in the book is much better than what has been made into movies/series. That's when reading the actual book assist you with your own opinion whether it's good, so-so, or bad.

By the way, my mom baked a simple butter cake yesterday. The marble pattern on the cake turned out quite exquisite though. You know my mom, she's a great cook. Haha, pardon me with the narcissism.

Down With Dengue Part II

As I said before, I went to a wedding the day before I was admitted to the hospital. So here's some pictures from the wedding. The day that I was so sure that going to the hospital wasn't even an option since the beginning. Haha.

And then I was hospitalized. Pfft.

Down With Dengue

It was as nasty as it sound. Truth be told I was admitted to the hospital due to dengue. It was for a good 7 whole days and nights. As does everyone know, dengue doesn't have any cure. They only give fluids and more fluids and hoping that by the time the virus is beaten by the body's immune system, the patient will eventually get better.

Just to remind my future self, I'd like to rewrite the chronology of my sickness. So here goes...

Saturday 14/9/2013
I was healthy as horse, I swear. Then I went to get some ice cream in the middle of the night. The next thing I knew, I was shivering while sleeping in my bed. It felt like there's never enough blankets to make me feel warm.

Sunday 15/9/2013
I woke up with a pounding head, feverish and shivering from head to toe but still managed to drag myself to a wedding! Just to prove myself that I'm still strong despite the headache and fever. But I didn't manage to get anything into my stomach. Every food and drinks would just get out of my body effortlessly. Until there came the time that my parents pursued me to go to the hospital and I agreed. Mind you, I was and still strict about going to the hospital. Yes, I'm never fond of hospital since forever.

So off we went to Hospital Ampang. I was accompanied by my mom and 3rd sister. And by the time we reached the hospital, the emergency department was so packed with people! I swear I even convinced my mom to just go back home instead of waiting for another 50 other patients before me. And of course, my mom would never agree to my stupid suggestion.

I was sitting down, waiting for my turn to see the doctor. Then I felt the urge to throw up. I told my mom that I needed to go to the toilet, so my mom held my hands to accompany me to the loo. That when the scene happened. I remembered that I walked a few steps and then I went black out. I couldn't see anything, that's what I told my mom. I couldn't even feel my legs. They all felt like jelly and I fell to the floor. With cold, clammy hands, still wanting to puke but all I could see was darkness.

Then I was rushed into the emergency room where the doctors asked all kind of questions, drew some blood and even poke both of my hands with branulas. I remembered being transferred from the green zone to the red zone, which basically means that my condition was not improving. I heard someone said that my blood pressure was severely low despite all the fluids and drugs that they administered.

Around 12.30 am that was the time when a doctor came to me and told me that I cannot go home. That I needed to be admitted as soon as possible. That my blood results resembled the ones whom affected with dengue. My mom and sister decided not to stay the night but only stayed the night after.

Monday 16/9/2013
It was around 2 am when the ICU doctors came to visit me. They told me that I needed to be put into ICU since my condition was not near stable. But since the ICU beds were all occupied, the doctors decided that I stay in the ward instead. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying during that time. I was secretly hoping that I can get out of there the morning after!

Tuesday 17/9/2013
From this day onward, my temperature just went up, and up and never seemed to go down. Till there was a time that it reached 40.4 or 40.6 degree. I've tried my best to bath and put damp cloth on my head but nothing seemed to work.

Friday 20/9/2013
It was my dad's birthday yesterday. I sent him an SMS to wish him a happy birthday. 'Fun' fact though, do you know that there's one thing that I just couldn't cope with. Whenever I'm sick, I get super sad and emotional. Even thinking about how unfortunate Harry Potter's orphanage life makes me want to cry my eyes out. Sheesh.. seriously I still couldn't quite figure that one out.

Anyway, my temperature miraculously went down to normal on Friday evening. According to the hospital's protocol, I could only be discharged if my temperature stays normal for 48 hours. So there I was, with my sister, hoping that we could get out of there by Sunday.

Sunday 22/9/2013
I was discharged at 8 pm! I knew that I was really happy despite still being weak. But nothing beats the feeling of coming home :)

He Who Must Not Be Named

This cutie pie here sure is the little rascal at home! I should write about how we first met and laid eyes on each other. Haha. I'll put up another post about that later.

Not That Crazy

A weird looking monster. Lol.

Chocolate and Mint

My mom, my 3rd sister and I decided to fast last Thursday. Actually both my mom and sister have already started to qada' their  debts from the previous fasting month. I was the only one being lazy to start paying all the debts. Yes, I know it's not a good habit to keep.

Anyway, after the usual sahur with some old fashion oats, and Subuh prayer, I dived into my bed to take a nap. Just to let my wildest memories take me down to dreamland. To be honest, I can't quite remember my dreams most of the time. But I do remember that I dreamed of something. Just something.

So that particular morning, I dreamed of ice cream! Haha. The fasting session only started a few hours and I got to dream about ice cream? This ice cream was the pastel green mint+chocolate chips. Like the ones you get to see behind the glass counter of Baskin & Robins. Yup, one luxurious scoop of that ice cream on top of chocolate cone. As soon as I tried take the cone closer to take a mouthful bite.. I woke up!

Haha. Silly me, I know.

Can you imagine how tempting this guy can be? Now imagine it on top of a solid chocolate cone. 

**Image is from BaskinRobbins

Pastel & Petals

The other day, my mom suddenly decided to bake some cupcakes and voila! Magic happened! Well not really. There's no magic involved this time. It was just the normal baking stuff. My mom made the batter and my sister put them in the oven. Then I thought why not we give them cupcakes a make over. So there goes butter and sugar icing mixed with food colouring and sprinkles.

Honestly, we are no professional in cake decorating, but it turned out quite nice. Haha. While snapping pictures, I tried not to focus on a single cupcake because it can really emphasize the imperfections. Hence the crowded cupcakes in one picture. Then again, we were only baking for fun and there's no pressure in decorating for general viewing, just happy tummies.

Raya Convoy Part II

This post is the continuation from this one right here. It has been really long overdue, well to be honest I almost forgot about it. Nevertheless, here goes the story...

As I mentioned before, I was partially sick on the day we decided to have a raya convoy with my uni friends. By evening, I got sicker than ever and I didn't manage to eat or drink anything but sip of plain water. To be honest, I didn't want to make a fuss of me being sick in front of  my friends, especially on raya days. People were having fun, chit chatting all day long and I couldn't seem to have the nerve to tell anyone that I was not feeling well.

So when we were already at the final house, I literally surrender myself. All I did was sit alone in a corner with my head pounding in pain. Sigh what a nasty memory. How I wished that if only I didn't catch cold, the day would be much interesting and of course, I'll get to taste all of those scrumptious food! What a waste.

I guess the moral of the story is that we can never predict what the future holds for us. One day we are healthy as a horse and maybe the next day we'll stay in bed, sick as hell. Or maybe today we are facing some bad news while tomorrow, the rainbow awaits. For the time being, just keep on being grateful.

Disastrous One

A couple of weeks ago, all of the girls in our family went for window shopping. Well actually, my 2nd sister was going to start her school so she needed to buy stuff and whatnot. I myself, took a chance to have my own window shopping session too. I was looking for a decent working pants and blouses for work. Unfortunately, and how embarrassing this is but I've got to say that I can't even fit the XS. I've got to admit that that was one of the saddest moments in life so far.

Anyway, I couldn't remember whether it was me or my mom's idea but a couple of days later we went to Nagoya Textiles to buy some fabric. To custom-made my working pants, obviously. Little that I know, it was quite pricey to buy a 1 and a half meters of fabric. I ended up buying 2 different fabrics and secretly crossing my fingers hoping that it will be worth the dime.

After my mom did some research on how to make my working pants, finally a few days ago, it started. My mom was the one who drew the sketches and cut them and pin them onto the fabrics whilst I was the one who sketched them back onto the fabric and whatnot.

And here comes the unfortunate part of the story Mind you, during the process there were a lot of cutting, sewing, ironing to do. I was in the middle of ironing the fabric and stupid me, I didn't notice that the iron was on high. Once I lifted the iron, I saw the fabric crumpled together and I just couldn't let myself see anymore of it. I stomped into my room regretting on how careless I was and how much effort that were wasted and how much time and energy has it consumed. And didn't manage to turn out fine.

After a few minutes alone, well I'm not sure exactly whether being alone really helped or not because after I saw what the hot iron did to the fabric, I got mad with it, again. Sigh.

See, I even captured a decent picture of my mom during work in progress. How little did I know that my pretty little fabric will turn to be crumpled under the hot iron -__-

Wonderwall

Those things you happen to stumble upon on 9gag are just priceless. I've got to admit that I am one of those hardcores who reads 9gag religiously, instead of reading about medicine and novels. At first I thought what a waste of time, but as I read more, the more attached I feel to it. As for now, I have numerous collection of posts that I found to be interesting or even true to life. That's my hobby I guess. I need to figure out where should I put those saved pictures now since it's already taken up too much space already.

31st August 2013

Selamat Hari Merdeka, Malaysia! I knew that there was the fireworks competition last night but we didn't go to Putrajaya. I only managed to catch a glimpse of fireworks from the windows of my home, the ones facing towards the hills. Most probably it belongs to some adventurous residences nearby who enjoy shooting fireworks in the sky. A bit past midnight and there I was, already snoring in bed.

Nevertheless, I hope for a blessed and prosperous country without fighting and gruesome acts. I also hope for Malaysians to be true to their roots and never forget our ancestors' sacrifices to ensure the freedom of our country today. Just a beloved, peaceful Malaysia.

Ich Liebe Dich, Daiso

I went to accompany my sister to her college a few days ago to settle some business. After that I decided to go to Aeon Setiawangsa, just for fun. We had nothing to do  in particular so I thought why not we go window shopping. Plus it had been a fairly long time since I went to the shopping complex. The last time I was there was during raya eve in 2010 if I'm not mistaken.

Before that, there's one thing that I could always describe about myself. I love places with little or nobody else present at all. That's really me. I use to get uncomfortable, a little bit panic by people looking around and  looking towards me most importantly and also a bit claustrophobic. Since usually there's not as many people at Aeon Setiawangsa that's why I kind of dig that place. Lol.

I decided to treat my sister Sushi King and also brought back some for the rest of the family. My mom has been craving sushi for a while anyway.

This was on the back of the menu. I thought why not snap the picture of it just in case for my future references. You know, so that I can at least try to fulfill the daily energy requirement and also not accidentally losing any more weight left.

As we stroll in the building, we figured out that finally there's Daiso in town! I've got to admit that I am really a big fan of Daiso! I always feel like I'm Alice whom stuck in Daiso Wonderland. Haha. But seriously, I just can't explain how much love that I have for that place. I even forgot to take pictures in the store. See what I mean? How 'lost' we were in my beloved store? We must have spent at least few hours inside the store!

Anyway, I just know it from the bottom of my heart that one day, when the time comes, I'll shop till I drop in Daiso :)

Bows and Arrows

Through out those years when I studied medicine, I've got to admit that there's a lot more to learn rather than what's written in those thick books. Things to learn but never in the curriculum, such as how to face the world's cruel reality. Or maybe how to deal with people and attitudes. Unfortunately, I never get the chance to sort out the latter.

I've got to admit that it is tiring what we do all day and night. (I'm referring to doctors, paramedics, nurses, and those who work in the field of health.) To save precious lives and all. But for me personally, that's never a reason to develop or unleash that nasty attitude out. Simple things like being just plain lazy, irresponsible, and the nasty habit of throwing tantrum every now and then never really get me. It's obvious since saving lives is the priority, then why should you even be lazy, irresponsible and angry?

From my point of view, there's never a thing that you are so much obligated to do in life, other than religion. There's always a choice between two. And you always get to choose between that two. To be good or bad. To plain simple or crazy. To be hardworking or lazy bums. See what I mean? We all live to improve ourselves. If I could stress it out here, there's always reflections to do for ourselves. To reflect what particular aspects that needed improvisations. Not to reflect all those good deeds that we've done. That would only bring us closer to being cocky and arrogant. I'm never a fan of those two.

Anyway, speaking of people and attitudes, I really hope that one day I can muster all the confidence I have to speak up. Sad to say but I'm not that close to being the one who always speaks her mind. I'd prefer silencing myself because at least that's what I thought can save me. One thing that I've learned though, it's always a safe line when I silence myself out. I won't hurt anybody since there's not even hurtful words to begin with.

But there's only damage to myself afterwards. To be frank, that's what I've been trying to avoid so much. I've had enough emotional breakdowns with people and words. I don't really get it though, how a person can always never bother about those hurtful words. Hmm.

This is merely my two cents. I do find the urge to write about things that often bother my mind but I'm trying my best to let it slip through my fingers. What I'm trying to emphasize is that attitude reflects more about you than what you really thought. Let's just change ourselves to be better than what we used to be.

PD Story

It was our Grandfather's brother's house in Port Dickson whom lives with his wife. We usually went to visit them during the raya month. The thing out this particular house in Port Dickson is that it's always been fun and so far never have it failed to entertain everyone of us! They have a fruits orchard right behind the house and they also breed goats! So right after we arrived and salam with both of them, off we went to the backyard to have our own mini adventure while our parents had their own gossiping session. Haha.

Here we go...

Got to admit that we are a big fan of rambutans! Oh, here's my little brother by the way.

Plucking rambutans again and peeking through the goat's house haha.

There were also lots of durians in their backyard. We even brought a good amount of it back to Kuala Lumpur.

Here I am, pretending to be so amused by the village chicken (ayam kampung) if you get what I mean.

But really, this is just an example of awkward pose.

Feeding the goat! This one here is super friendly compare to the others. I forgot to put up the picture of the baby goat that we chase around. I'll make sure to put it up later.

Yay! A wheelbarrow of the king of fruits!

Kampung boy got caught in action as usual.

And of course, we love selfies.

Rambutans...

More rambutans...

Me and my little sister.

My baby sister. Not so 'baby' anymore since currently she's bigger than me, physically ^__^

I guess that's all that I can give right now. Turns out that there's nothing much to tell huh? By now, I really envy with those who can articulate excellently or at least convey those words on paper, or on the net what we call nowadays. At least, I can turn my boring story into something more interesting. Hmm but this will do for the time being. I'll make sure to improve myself in the future. I just hope that I won't be caught up with the laziness disease. Haha.

An Evening in Port Dickson

We were at Port Dickson last Friday! We start our journey after the Friday prayer around 3 pm and reach Port Dickson around 4+ pm I think (I'm not sure about that). Hmm actually, there's more to blog about Port Dickson but since I still have 13% of Catching Fire to finish up, I need to postpone this one. I am going to finish reading this book as soon as I can, hopefully today so I can write more about Port Dickson.

L-R: Syamim, Fahim, Me, Hajar, Adik

Till hen, bye!

Raya Convoy

On the next morning after I attended the wedding reception, as I said before, sore throat came to greet me. This time around, it's a very nasty one. I had to take a couple of sore throat mints right after I woke up.To make it worst, it became severe through out the day.

This raya convoy was on the 8th Syawal aka 14th August 2013. Since a lot of our uni friends turned up for the wedding reception, we decided to organize a raya convoy. There were 14 of us altogether. And it was fun! Truth be told, I have never ever had this kind of experience like ever. Who would have guessed that this silent, introvert girl would have joined something as big as this huh?

The plan was to go to Shah Alam to the first house at 10 am. Since I woke up a little late than everyone else, we didn't manage to stick to the original plan. Din came to fetch me at 10 am and later we went to fetch Rashid. And since Malay promises are never good, we were only at Shah Alam around 11.30 am. Eiji did a really good job by cooking all the glorious and scrumptious Malaysian cuisines. There's nasi lemak, nasi impit, kuah lodeh, lemang, rendang and endless raya cookies. Lucky that we purposely didn't have any breakfast beforehand.

 L-R: Din, Eiji, Rayyan, Eiji's Dad, Faheem, Anis, Rashid, Me

 Eating time!

 Munching and chewing continues

 The usual family portrait

 Family portrait #2

At Eiji's house, there's Ain who came all the way from Langkawi  and Anis who came all the way from Ipoh. But Anis needed to be somewhere else so we only met her at Eiji's. After sending Anis to the train station, we went to Razan's place at Setia Alam. Unfortunately, we succeeded in getting lost.

 Out of the house going to Setia Alam

Posing with Din's fresh from-the-oven car!

After several highways and turns and toll gates we finally reached Setia Alam. After a few bites, we had the usual photo sessions. Albeit, the numerous pictures this time.

Much bigger crowd this time.

L-R: Suffi, Razan, Ain, Eiji, Fatin, Aimi, Fera, Rashid, Din, Me, Radin, Faheem

 Family portrait #3

These three people got lost on the road! 

*I'll tell the story in the next post

Hmm. This post is getting longer than what I've expected. I think I'm going to break it into several parts if I'm not lazy lah. Till then, good night!