K.Kusyi

First thing's first,

read K.Kusyi's remarks on us post-Acheh, which reminds me of my pending Acheh reports. Aiyoh..

Oh well,

tomorrow's Nisf Sya'aban, mari beramal bersama-sama..

And, so it is..

It’s been 2 weeks since I got back to Dublin, 2 weeks now the lectures been going on, 2 weeks sleeping alone in a room, 2 weeks without the voices of the 2 Halflings, and owh 2 weeks of pure grayness. Yes I miss Malaysia terribly but I decided to be a little more mature and look on things seriously, as this academic year is not something I should take lightly.

When my friends asked me, “How was the holidays?” Smile, and I answered, “Owh it was great, (but if only..)” Yeah if only I had a little extra time to spend with my family the whole holidays would be a little more meaningful. Looking back the whole break was dedicated for the outside works; I was away in most of the week starting July till late August, going here and there from Chow Kit Road to Acheh. Regrets? Na ah, I enjoyed every single moment I had, but I just wish I had more time to spend with my family. Speaking of regrets, I admit maybe there were some regrets from the disagreements I had with mom on various issues, and the disheartening way I ignored some of dad’s advices, I was just being the stubborn daughter who thought she could go out and explore the world while there they were the two old chap that love me so much trying to teach me how to be a little more vigilant to the treacherous world outside. Nonetheless, it’s ripping me inside when my parents, with tears in their eyes, said that they forgave me for everything and that they love me so much, during our last jama’ah Fajr prayer just before I flew back to Dublin. O’ Allah, please give my parents good health and longevity, and grant them Jannah in the hereafter.

Well back to the present, being away from the family is not too bad when I’m surrounded by great friends that I adore, John the landlord who rearranged our many set of shoes back on the floor and on the shoe racks after installing the new washing machine in the house (I mean, who does that???), Garfield the new orange cat that lingers at my bedroom window once in a while, and the many ranges of cheeses that I could eat before I fell into guilt. Ha ha..

And I should emphasized myself that this is not the year of fun and absenteeism, I’m in my 4th Med, the inaugural year of all the rotations I’m going to have till the day of attaining the M.D, inshaAllah.

Res celata est aperta, which means ‘open and you shall reveal’.

And by that I meant the textbooks, not anything else you (pervert) might think.

Well who said the few Latin classes I had were sent straight to dustbin after all.

Aja Aja Fighting!! Fighting!! (lame..)