ramblings

too much time to waste.

2010-08-09T21:22:00.008+03:00

my last exams was 5 days ago. i've been terribly in hectic mode because of it. had 4 subjects in 4 days without gaps. if you're a medical student, u'll understand that each subject equals to practical exam, oral exam, written exam, plus mcq exam. so... u get my point.

the weird feeling i get right after finishing my last paper. or last practical exam to be precise. it was a little bit gloomy as i reach home because my last housemate is not here anymore. she took her plane off to homeland the exact same day i had my final paper. it was too, empty. empty i shall say. nothing to do. no one to talk to. no commitment. nothing.

talk about having too much time to splurge post-exam. my attempt to clean the house is 70% successful. (30% is due to my fail attempt to clean up the windows. u know my house had this fucking huge windows that extends right up just before the ceiling!) went nuts cleaning everything. berus bontot kuali sampai kilat, lap habok kat perabot, lap setiap kisi-kisi tingkap, basuh karpet etc etc. things i never do for daily or weekly routine senang cite.

yesterday, i went to this rural place which name i forgot. (because i am already so sick to clean up these mess. really i could go all day talking about those mess they left for me! lol)

Ragia blatantly joke about not only malaysia has weird name such as perhentian (referring to Perhentian Island of course). but egypt also has them. bakostis? bakestoshi? bakastoosh? so, me and two buds. with few other egyptian fellows went there after maghrib prayer to distribute foodstuff to the less fortunate in hope to ease a little of their burden for the incoming ramadhan.

this pakcik with the orange shirt on his shoulder is really trying hard to get his face captured. for fuck sake i've been trying to take pictures from various angle and he will follow me and make sure his face is in the picture! (oh the boys was busy shifting the bags for the distribution. and the girls oh well, at least me was busy trying to errr...take pictures?)

the journey has been a real eye opener to me. i thought the place where i live is ancient and bad but there's another part of egypt where not everyone got to see. and i'm grateful that i had this chance to see it. the road was bumpy. electricity was scanty. but i saw lights here and there, maybe they decided to go dark to saves up money. tskkk. but i feel safe, in the darkness. maybe because there's this guy who's been patronizing me. lol. but no, really i feel safe because the people here welcomes you and they didn't treat you like how people in 'urban' areas did. i didn't hear a single 'ni hao' or 'pu yau' !!! :') not at all. except this little girl who find it amusing that a malaysian owns an egyptian name. she tought i was bluffing when i told her my name when she asked me about it. hahaha. and she only knew china and didn't get malaysia was a country in a map. :| i doubt she ever went to school.

all of them was 100 bags. each containing a kilo of rice, 2 pack of macaroni, oils, teabags, a kilo of sugar, and samna (i don't know what the heck they call it in english).

left : batokish (as i call it.), those guys who also volunteered to help with the distribution.

right : the kids looking out through the window from their underground house, it was so small lebih kurang besar bilik aku je. dok satu famili kot wuwuwu.

so this pakcik whom i was assigned to hand the stuff, can't walk. when i knock upon his door it took me a while before someone finally opens it. and i couldn't see anyone because i was looking straight. and then he says hello so i look down and saw him. he's moving with his hand. (mengengsot in malay, whatever do they call it in english) i swear i could cry but he's so happy i don't want to spoil the mood heh and he was astonish that i could speak arabic. (though it was really little.)

and then yadda yadda yadda i went back home at 12am or so. zZZZzzZz.

p/s : sorry i do get bored easily. and yeah the pic sucks and i'm lazy to do anything about it. hahaha. enjoy your summer hols people!!

hello, again.

2010-07-08T11:39:00.006+03:00

yeay i finally get to login into my blogger acc!!

so today i missed my mom. and the whole family. i told her i had troubles concentrating lately. always dozed off between pages or if i didn't, i'd be staring at the pages blankly.

mama said "don't worry, mama 'll keep u company. sama macam waktu buat homework cikgu nora (like those days u had to do cikgu nora's homework)"

when i was 11, i was assigned under this particular cikgu named Nora. so this cikgu nora is a real pain, she loves to nag. and because she used to teach for chinese school, she is well known for those crazy amount of homework. i remember we used to get 40-100 math PROBLEMS (not questions) that we have to copy from those photocopied papers into our exercise books and solved them, 2 karangans, 3 modules for science; all that to be completed in one day. we are thankful she didn't teach us english. lol. and yeah she'll doubled or tripled those homeworks for holidays. but i love her alright. and adored her. because she's so pretty even after having 4 kids. and because of her obsessions of nagging, our class get the 'piala kebersihan kelas' every week. but there's a month where our class was instructed by cikgu besar to not take part into the competition in order to give chances for other classes to win. heh. u can't imagine we have to not only sweep the floors and wipe the windows. kitorg kene mop lantai, bersihkan kisi2 tingkap, lap all cupboards, lap papan hitam sampai berkilat, kasi pokok minum, (all that, daily) dan tukar langsir every week. we take turns to bring them home to have em wash.

so because of those workload, i had to wake up early those days. i'll sleep around 12 and woke up at 3am to finish my homework. and then went to school directly after that. most of the time i didn't finish. so i'm used to having my hands or butt whipped by rotan/pembaris/bulu ayam/whatever that can be use for canning purpose. and cikgu nora knows something about 'tolerance'. if yesterday she already butt canned, today she'll knock the big ruler upon the knuckles,(the one that is so long and big, made of wood ruler. i don't know if they still have that thing these days though) tomorrow she'll oh yeah u know, she'll rotate the torture. but she never ever slapped anyone on the face. salute.

mom and dad will take turn to keep me company burning the midnight oil. (perumpaan aje, rumah kitorg ada lampu alright.) i don't know how they keep up. my mom was a head nurse and i know how hard it is to have just 3 hours of sleep. and dad took 2hours of journey to get to his office, usually he had to stand all the way in the commuter.

oh god, i miss them. mama and ayah.

and of course u, cikgu nora.

please keep them healthy and happy for the rest of their lives. love.

and yeah, i would like to be that healthy and energetic again. can u imagine 11 years old having to sleep only 3 hours? and i had sekolah kebangsaan and sekolah agama to attend for fuck sake!

bye.

2009-09-06T21:49:00.006+02:00

lonely tree. kesiannya

picture was taken on my way back; on his favourite highway; using our c902 se. its nearing dawn, swear i heard nothing that came out from pop's mouth. i was awfully beaten. the sky was slightly orange but altered in the picture, due to the 85% tintered window. sigh. tough luck.

currently soaked with : mew - snowflakes. and yes, i'm dedicating this song to someone in particular.

identiti gua dicuri...

2009-07-24T19:32:00.003+03:00

...oleh seekor bangsat.

bayangkan pada hari ke-lima gua sedang bersenang lenang di bumi Malaya, tiba-tiba ada awek tua call gua. dan minta gua jelaskan hutang gua kepada syarikat telekomunikasi yang majoriti pengguna adalah orang-orang tua (termasuk mak dan bapak gua). gua remaja, sudah tentu guna maxis. jadi?

yang paling tak masuk akal bila nombor cccelcom itu didaftarkan pada bulan Mac dan di-terminate (ARGH APAKAH TERMINATE DALAM BAHASA?) pada bulan May. gua rasa gua tak adalah kat bumi Malaya pada sewaktu itu. hmm.

jadi pada hari yang gua dapat panggilan telefon tersebut, gua terus ke pusat perkhidmatan pelanggan cccelcom. lepas tu pulak dapat operator yang boleh tahan dungu. kompeni bukan main besar, fraud bukan main banyak tapi takdak borang fraud. lagi pulak gua disuruh balik rumah dan tulis surat aduan dan kemudian barulah mereka akan bawa surat itu ke pihak atasan. apa semua ni? kecibaian?

jadi gua malas nak tulis-tulis surat. gua buat bodoh.

hari ini gua dapat surat peguam pulak sebab hutang tu. tu lah akibat kalau kita buat bodoh. ya?

apa kata anak gua nanti (kalau gua kahwin dan beranak) bila tau ibunya berhutang seawal usia 20 tahun dengan cccelcom. tu satu hal tapi kalau mereka dapat tahu betapa tak coolnya gua sebab 'gunakan' cccelcom sewaktu usia muda? tekanan.

p/s : tips elakkan kecurian identiti, bila daftar untuk apa-apa sila palangkan di penjuru atas dan bawah salinan fotostat IC/Passport anda. contoh kalau daftar cccelcom sila palang bahagian atas dan bawah dan tulis 'for cccelcom use only'. ini hanya tips utk ELAK. macam gua, setiap kali pun gua palang macam tu, sejak gua tingkatan-tingkatan. tapi,masih lagi kena fraud bagai. cibailah!

terbeban dengan rindu

2009-07-24T11:20:00.001+03:00

for once in my life i wish my boyfriend's a gay.

berdosa tak? isk!

dialog merepek #01

2009-07-07T17:09:00.002+03:00

lelaki : lembutnya pipi sayang. kulit sayang halus.

perempuan : hehe teruja kan?

lelaki : ???

perempuan : tahu dah, awek lama awak kan penuh jerawat hahahahaha.

lelaki : ...

combo berita gembira dan berita celaka

2009-06-29T16:20:00.003+03:00

it always happen to me when i find such urgency to use public toilet, i found asshole's shoes print on the mangkuk jamban's lid. why on earth would jamban duduk be call so if it is meant for u to fucking cangkung on it?! i know being a girl makes everything harder. for i always imagine little bacteria/viruses dangling on the lid, i always need to cover the whole lid with paper tissues before proceeding my business. what a pain. to hell save the environment, use hanky not tissue thingy. (who would want to cover up the jamban lid using hanky weh? saiko gile)

fariz asked me on what is the most famous brand of jamban. i have this habit of googling everything i didn't know. so i fucking google 'mangkuk tandas terkenal'. (don't laugh just yet, i google for mostly everything like 'how to kill mosquitoes effectively' and 'how to get rid of bed bugs', 'how to prevent rashes on baby's butt' etc etc). and i found scary image of a woman having her butt scrapped off because the noble mangkuk tandas fucked her while she was cangkung-ing on it!!

well, they say that the ceramic jamban cannot hold weight at only one point. so we have to distribute our weight via the proper way of using jamban duduk that is to sit on it and not cangkung, ok? that got me thinking, last time during my anatomy lesson my respectable dr a*man said that during sitting position, weight is focused at the point where we sit. and who bloody sit with the whole thigh on the jamban? i don't! so the point is, my weight is still focused at one point of the jamban and not properly distributed. aaaaaaaaa. so the same thing could actually happen to anyone! berita celaka adalah saya tidak berak dan kencing dengan aman sejak 3 hari selepas melihat gambar tersebut. it's fucking disturbing i swear. :(

dan berita gembira adalah, saya mendapat idea supaya selepas ini bila saya nak terkencing atau terberak di universiti, tiada lagi kesan tapak kasut di jamban. i think i should print the image and paste it on alexandria convention centre's toilet. so friggin malay who likes to cangkung on it find a nasty way to break their habit. HAH!

i pity the girl though. things happen. and it could happen to anyone.

p/s 1 : oh siapa nak tgk gambar tu silalah google 'mangkuk tandas terkenal' atau 'jamban'. saya tidak mahu letak gambar itu sebab saya takut nak tengok lagi sebenarnya haha.

p/s 2 : saya rindu jamban cangkung dekat rumah mbah. (mbah=nenek dalam bahasa jawa.)

kita seronok

2009-06-26T16:50:00.002+03:00

bila kita yang paling baik;
bila kita yang paling cantik;
bila kita yang paling molek;
bila kita yang paling (kata adjektif mulia disini).

tapi yang paling seronok adalah,
bila kita terima orang lain
yang tidak sebaik kita;
yang tidak secantik kita;
yang tidak semolek kita.

p/s : aku tak seronok buat masa sekarang. oo yeah!