sweet November

Happy 31st Wedding Anniversary to Mom & Dad,

I love you so much, words simply can't explain.

HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY to me. Sincerely grateful for the lovely 23 years of life I had. Family, friends, people; thanks for being such inspirations.

(Today is also Beaumont Hospital's 18th Birthday, hehe. It's a sign? No?)

'..a year older, a year wiser..' hmm I miss this..

a testimony for my daddy

Not so long ago my housemate asked me, whether I've ever noticed becoming closer to my dad as I grow old. I said I prolly am. But thinking hard, I am and I'm not in many different ways depending on how I wanna put the situation in. I am coz I think I've got to discuss/talk on a lot of things/issues as my knowledge expands; i.e cars, housing and properties, medications and health; not that we always talk on those stuff that much, but yeah I'm happy that I at least would be able to chat on 'grown-up' issues with him.

On the other hand, I'm not; when thinking about the things that he used to do for me that he doesn't do much now that I'm all grown up.

I remember my siblings used to hate me so much when I used to be my father's favourite child, despite me being this fat, curly hair, and grumpy kid. I was a bit ahead in my studies so I always got him proud at the end of the year when he witnessed my prize receiving ceremony, well not that my sis/bro didn't have any. But out of my grumpiness and difficulties controlling my behaviour, he still had my photo in his purse, yep he did. (If I were my sis/bro I'd be mad too, heck yeah, they were so much cuter than I did when they were a kid, but I was cute too ok hehe). So some of the things that my dad did for me/my family, apart from the normal chores of cooking, cleaning the house, etc, that I'm now still amazed and touched thinking back would be; ironing all our formal attires on every Sunday, washed my pair of shoes and put 'kapur' on them till they shine under the sunlight, and when I was in boarding school I never had to worry about hand-washing my clothes over the weekend coz my dad took care of that, on Sunday I had my school uniforms and shoes nicely ready for the week, he even ironed my telekung and bedsheet. That spoilt.

Now that I'm an adult, I kinda miss the moments when I relied on him so much that it didn't bothered me causing him a lot of troubles, and I knew being the spoilt daughter as I was, it didn't bothered him as well. So in that case, no I don't think I am that close to him nowadays. Plus the fact that I've officially lost my title being daddy's favourite person the moment my nephew was born into the world. And things got worst when the other 2 little rascals arrived. Great. (Though I love those kiddies anyways and not planning to do anything to them just to get my title back). For what it's worth, it got me to smile broadly thinking about last summer break when I had to wake up early for my elective posting in the hospital, finding my baju kurung was nicely ironed on my bed the moment I finished my shower, and later ate my readily buttered toasts on the b'fast table. I guess in his heart I'll always be his fat, curly hair, grumpy and troublesome little daughter..

So, on the 27th of November 2006, I wish my daddy;

Happy 58th Birthday, Abah.

I send you love and a lot of prayers on your birthday, may Allah swt showers you with barakah and rahmah, gives you great health and happiness.

For the sacrifices you've made for me, for every little trouble I've caused you, for the tears you've shed for me, for the unconditional love you give me.

For everything words simply can't explain.

Sincerely from your daughter, I love you.


p/s: Just to cut the sappy mood, my mom got my dad a set of new teeth for his birthday. How cute is that? hehe..

if I were not me

1 If I were a fruit I'd be : a passionfruit; I smell and taste nice in my odd and bitterish way, and only those who's passionate enough will like me~

2 If I were a colour I'd be : GREEN

3 If I were an animal I'd be : a lazy fat fluffy black cat with white spots on my face that make me look super cute, I'll still be loved though I shit on my owner's sofa..haha

5 If I were a book I'd be : Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine; I'll definitely pass my exam with a first class degree with everything I need to know inside me..

6 If I were a clothing item I'd be : a hand-woven flowered silk pashmina; delicate and sofisticated, soft on your neck, give warmth when u wrap around your body, useful as a scarf when u need a change in your look.

7 If I were a jewel I'd be : that big bling-bling diamond everyone's jaw dropped looking at..

9 If I were a car I'd be : a red BMW 3 series coupe; sophisticated and sexy.

10 If I were an element I'd be : water; as flexible as I am, I can be iced cold that freeze your brain or scald your skin to peel when I'm boiled. I can be the delicious teh tarik mamak for your breakfast or soothing peppermint tea after dinner. I can be calm and crystal clear for a good swim or very ferocious wave that flattened everything in front of me. Heh~

12 If I were a drink I'd be : for now, I'd prolly be butterscotch flavoured cappucino @ Moda cafe..

13 If I were an ice cream flavor I'd be: the thick mango sorbet that sends your senses straight to a tropical island..

14 If I were a person I'd be : the better ME

15 If I were a planet I'd be : the sun; every other planet's encircling me, how can I be more happier..

16 If I were an insect I'd be : a dragonfly definitely

17 If I were public transport I'd be : Luas..haha (that's tram in Irish); I move very slowly, even you walk faster than I move, but I still cost you a lot of money for a ride..ow yeah..

18 If I were a song I'd be : the national anthem; almost everybody in the country knows me by heart and it's fun seeing the school kids in their boring face singing me in an offtune beats just because they have to do it every single frigging morning in an assembly..(that was my school nway)

19 If I were a movie I'd be : Grease! I'm still the best movie ever eventhough the actors/actresses that played me are old and kerepot now..

20 If I were a season I'd be : spring; when the days long and nights short, and the daffodils bloom~

21 If I were a flower I'd be : white daisy

22 If I were a job I'd be : a travelling humanitarian photo-journalist with an M.D after my name, I'll write my own book and have my own photo gallery and practise medicine at my own time..ecstatic!

23 If I were a cartoon I'd be : Shizuka; I'm cute and polite, I have Doraemon to give me cool gadgets, Nobita that loves me, Giant who punches everyone except me and Suneo, well, Suneo will just be Suneo..

24 If I were a place I'd be : Bangi..haha..there's no place like home..

25 If I were a gift I'd be : a signature Louis Vuitton handbag, and that gift's definitely for ME!

26 If I were a memory I'd be : my childhood in the coast..

27 If I were a city I'd be : Amsterdam; what's better than tulips, canals, windmills, cheese, dutchlady and clogs..(nothing to do with the RLD ok)

28 If I were a sense I'd be : vision

29 If I were a game I'd be : batu seremban; man I'll be so famous once the Msian astronauts play me in the outerspace I think I'll be introduced in an XBox/PS3 in no time..haha

31 If I were a time of the day I'd be : midnight; still, calm and mysterious..

32 If I were an invention I'd be : the one that saves you in your most desperate moment

34 If I were a country I'd be : most developed and superior in technology with people living in harmony practising faith in peace which in reality non-existance..

35 If I were a flavor I'd be : vanilla; add me with any other flavour and I'll still taste genius

36 If I were a sport I'd be : Irish hurling; I'm like hockey but you can strike the ball on ground and in the air, you score by putting the ball over the crossbar like in rugby or into the net like in soccer. You may pick the ball with your stick and carry it in your hand, or bounce the ball on the stick and back to your hand. You have 15 teammates and you play in a 137m long field. I'll have you foreigners laughing at me when u see me but I don't care coz I'm weird and complicated..

37 If I were a smell I'd be : the strong smell of coffee in the morning..hmm~

38 If I were a subject I'd be : medicine; it's so much fun to see my students suffer so much..

39 If I were a flag I'd be : very proud; people kill each other so that in the end they can see me waving proudly up in the air..

40 If I were a building I'd be : a white bungalow by the beach..

41 If I were a month I'd be : the sweet November

42 If I were a perfume I'd be : Estee Lauder's pure white linen

45 If I were a toy I'd be : unhurt

46 If I were a textile I'd be: soft and need not to be ironed

47 If I were a shape I'd be : an hour glass..waa..

48 If I were an answer I'd be: "well, (paused for 2 seconds and pretended thinking), yeah..(putting on a convincing face)"

49 If I were a tv show I'd be : Scrubs, what else? (highest level of sarcasm)

50 If I were a word I'd be : passionate~

this sucks

I go to bed late at night coz I have to look at the day's topics.
I wake up the next morning barely having any times for proper breakfast. Even my tudung and shirt are not ironed.
I take the buses with an empty stomach, halfly awake mind and crumpled tudung and shirt.
I keep the day going by drinking black coffee, still my mind wanders off sometimes in class.
I end the day with my eyes feeling like popping out from the sockets and headaches.
It's dark and cold when I go out from the house in the morning, and still dark and cold when I reach home in the evening. I haven't seen the sun for days.

My eyes are getting slitter day by day from the lack of rest and terrible sleeping pattern I adopt and my cheeks are chubbier from eating the cheese for the compensatory self-rewards.

The pimples refuse to settle and now they leave scars on my face. Great.

God help me.

back for a while

Am back in Dublin. It's gonna be a while here till my last paediatrics rotation next year which will be of 2 weeks in Kilkenny. Let's not even try to think about that and focus on the joy of sleeping in my own bed everynight from now on till then..

Anyway, my flickr is updated. Have a view. Critics and comments are welcomed.


Will be in Beaumont Hospital for the next 2 rotations. I actually haven't stepped a foot in that place since entering final year. Amazing. (And why am I not missing it at all). I hope and pray to Allah swt that it'll be a great 2 months experience for me there; on gaining knowledge-wise and also on getting ready for the big exam. InshaAllah.

I realized I haven't spoken any words on my rotation in Drogheda. Well, let's just say some things are better kept in silence. Or in other way I shall say, sometimes silence speaks the truth at its best. However good/bad the rotation was, in the end I know I've gained a lot of things in inadequacy or vice versa. Well I met a lot of interesting characters of people over there and some made me think hard about life and what's it about. Fascinating.

I ended the rotation there with a quote from one of my favourite doctors. He said;

"you don't see a girl with your eyes, you see her with your heart.."

Now you know why he's my favourite.

the end of the fatal affair

Yesterday I found out that Garfield has been playing me all these while. (Felt cheated, big time). He is multi-owned; named Ginger by the lady whose house on our left and Sofy-Pearl by the family on the right. (Who named a he-cat Sofy-Pearl anyway?).

Today I went to the newly opened Aldi not far from my place. (Now you know where a portion of my scholarship money will go every month; heavenly cheap but tempting range of products). Was walking sluggishly, until I reached the rack for catfood and subconcsiously reaching for some packs. Til Sali said, "K.Shu nak beli jugak ke catfood, kata dah merajuk ngan Garfield.." So I hesitated, halted and walked passing the area. Sincerely grateful for the housemates that stood up for me all the time.

On the way home, (the sky was murky dark today) from far I saw one charming black creature sitting on a brick gate of the row of houses on the sideway. He gave me 'that' look, that I could never resist. So I stopped, what a georgious little guy I thot (hot stuff that is). We shared a brief moment of understandings together (we could be chatting in this sense if both party speaks the same language). Then I bade him goodbye, for I didn't bring any umbrella in case it rained, the sky didn't looked promising..

It's a sign I know, maybe it's time for me to move on..


goodbye Garfield, you are no more my dark-lover (literally translated from SO7's Sephia kekasih gelapku that is)..don't come to my window ever again..

coffee talk..

I haven't been checking the news for quite a while. Today I decided to.

Here's the first line that caught my eyes.

Dr. Mahathir diserang sakit jantung ringan, keadaan stabil.

As I literally translate that, it sounds like he may got a touch of myocardial infarction. Which is quite funny. In a way that in the hospital we always see the elderly complaining they had 'a touch of asthma' or 'a touch of the heart' or 'a touch of diabetes' where in reality you would never had a touch of anything, you just simply had them all. Maybe it's mild, but you still have it don't you. Don't get me wrong I'm not making any point here (politically that is), it's just one of the hospital jokes I share with my mates that got us giggled at times when mentioning about. A touch of the heart..ow whateva..

Nonetheless, I wish Dr M a speedy recovery and may he be granted a good health inshaAllah.

Secondly, Republikan hilang kuasa di Kongres kerana Bush.

I had no digital TV in the B&B where I'm staying at the moment. So at 6 o'clock every evening when I usually watch reruns of Friends or any cartoons on Nick at my cosy home in Dublin, I watched the evening news on every channel over here instead. So I can proudly say that I'm pretty updated on things happening around me at the moment. Whatever killing took place in Limerick or whoever died in a car crash in Mayo. I've also been following the current general election going on in the Uncle Sam's country. What a (expected) turnover that is. I guess there shall be a little light at the end of this horrendous tunnel, people clearly had been sick of Bush's stupid acts, and whatever future the Democrats is painting I hope it'll be a true lesser of the evil (these devils) floating around in that coutry.

May Allah SWT save the Muslims all over the world.

Thirdly, hahaha (let me finish my laughs first)

Ramai lelaki tempatan kahwin wanita asing

What a fact. You wonder why there's lack of single males in our country, there's your answer. And I don't blame Siti for marrying Dato' K, good for you Siti. Hehe. OK to look at it more seriously I guess it is true that with these fashion and marital industries running high, the demands to create a perfect idea of wedding is going proportionally up too, and it all comes to the male gender to have to support most of the (necessary/unnecessary) costs; the rings (merisik, bertunang, kahwin), the duit hantaran, the wedding dress, the canopies and tables/hotel ballroom, the food, the many dulang of hantaran..So why do all these when you can marry a Vietnamese girl in a mosque with a Koran as a gift and register the wedding at pejabat kadi right after then you're officially man and wife? Sense? No?

Well, for me it all comes back to the basic intentions of marriage. Why do you get married? Is it because you're girlfriend/boyfriend is good looking? Is it the look in the eyes that goes straight to your hearts? Is it the girl/guy your parents want you to marry? Is it the personality that matches? Is it the lust? Or is it the easy access of fulfilling your lust? Whatever it is, be wise and pick up the strongest reason, the one that you think gonna help you sail thru marriage life till the end, the one that'll last. It's not gonna be easy doing that, the world is one difficult place to fit in. But I believe in faith as the strongest factor of all. If you have faith in God and the religion, you'd be able to cope thru thick and thin.

Looking on a brighter side, our guys marrying the foreigners is not so bad when they have the chance to widened their horizon of da'wah and spread Islam accordingly. Let's hope that most of them get married for that reason (which I supposed not many of them do according to the number of early divorcements given).

Coffee's finished, it's time to work..you go have a great day aye..

suatu petang di Drogheda..

We had a very long day yesterday. The last lecture ended at 5 painfully and the surgical grand round right after was cancelled, thank God for that.

The lot of us dispersed while I went down to the cafe for a cup of coffee to break my puasa enam.

Yani said, "Kalau kita balik terus tadi boleh tumpang Merc Kompressor mamat ni weh..tak yah jalan kaki balik B&B."

I replied, "Malas. Aku dah penat speaking english for the whole day.."

Hee..

Moral: Jangan kawin dgn orang putih. Penat.