ba ba bones..

Anatomy practicals are all about bones..Well at least for the first sem they were..
Everyweek, we'd gather at that huge hall, and divide into groups..My lecturer happens to be the coolest one,
and the only guy too..Every time, he'd have someone bring him a peppermint tea, which he'd always offer us to drink too. we'd smile, nod, and say no thanks..
after taking one sip, with all of us staring at him, he'd then explain why he drinks such tea.its apparently because peppermint tea reduces some stomach pain he has in the mornings...

What a cool Prof Dr Muhammad he is..

Before this course, Id always think about how fun but in the same time scary it will be to be learning about bones.
U noe, theyre dead peoples bones, isnt that supposed to be scary..It belongs to someone who's already dead, and what happens if u accidentally broke his/her bone, or made fun of it, or, well anything really.Id always have these visions of them coming and haunting me in the middle of the night, strangling me with their...umm...bony fingers???

So yeah, that was then..

Now, me and my fellow bones are best frends forever (very cliche)..seriously, we are..They sometimes sleep under my bed, not on the bed, because, well, Im still a teeny weeny bit scared that the above scenario I just mentioned wud happen..So theyre either under the bed, on my desk,or in my buku box..

See..how lovely we are eyh..







the moral of this story : love ur bones, cos theyre a part of u....hahaha..watever..
*wink*

Thank Him always, cos that smile of yours belongs to Him..

Its exam time..Books are open, but minds are elsewhere..Its the period of time where many become bored, restless, and fidgety..

So to the kitchen we go, and with our creative minds we create..

Two examples of the many creations we've made so far...


Cokodok pisang with Nucreme. Aaah blisss...


1) bananas *of course*



2)Flour / tepung



3) sugar and salt


4) our nucreme.. *sorry gambar terbalik, malas nak edit*



then mix mix mix...



and then, into the pan they go... =)



*yg hitam tu chocolate, bkn hangus ye*




and into the mouth it goes, jgn teka mulut sape tuu..haha..nanti dia marah.. =P




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kuih keria pulak..this was a day before our histology practicals..

just some pics of the making..the recipe, well let that be a well kept secret between us aras 4 people.. =)













moral of this story :

Even if tomorrow's exams, or even if all hell breaks lose, dont lose that smile. Dont get too stressed. Life is supposed to be enjoyed, whether tribulations come our way or not..

Play hard, Study harder, Pray even harder..

So when ur down or stressed, and the world's not on ur side, talk to Him, he'll forever be on your side, just waiting to hear even a whisper of gratitude from you..

Only to Him do we confide all our life secrets, no one other than Him..

Thank Him always, cos that smile of yours belongs to Him.. =)

Football and my anatomy..

My anatomy exam is over..Learning, let alone memorising the steps of formation of becoming a human being is not simple, its an excruciating experience that only Medical students feel and understand..haha..how proud I am of my "Medical Student" status eyh..but seriously, u have this whole book about zygotes, blastocyst,embryo, foetus, placenta,etc to remember, and u have three sets of exam papers to answer.

And plus. the exam coordinators do their job well. They're faces are so garang and stressed up, its worse than those who are even doing the exams. Their facial expressions sometimes make me and Ika (she sits on the same row as me) laugh and smile at each other. =)

Abit more about anatomy before I get to the actual point of this post, learning anatomy has really opened my eyes, and made me ponder alot about Allah's creation..MashaAllah.. Imagine, there are a thousand and one defects or abnormalities that could happen anytime during fertilization and labour, and yet, here I am devoid of any... Alhamdulillah..

We should really start thanking Allah more. Alot more.

Ok, so done with anatomy, our next exam is Physiology.. So here I am, in my bedroom, in this lovely yellow brickhostel, revising. Its kinda heaty and stuffy, so to the window I go..*to the knee i flee, to the elbow I go* =P The moment I slide the window open, the enthusiasm of the Arab teenagers outside disturb the silence of my room..O no, its them again, playing football. And yes, what is football without its spectators.. So there's the voices of the players, and their loyal supporters.. They basically make two sound effects throughout the game..

1) YaLLAH yallah...henna henna..go go go go go OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....(that sound effect is because the player didnt goal)

2) Yallah yallah...henna henna..go go go go go (and at the player's final attempt), the spectators get to say GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!

so the noise increases, I leave my room and head towards the front balcony. With a camera.

This is one of the many snippets I took of local teenagers playing football with people, taxis, motors, and occasionally, some horses.. To those in Malaysia..It really happens...They do this, sometimes till 2am.. And yes. It can be quite frustrating but entertaining at times. They are pretty good with them balls.. =)





*Alamak, video xle upload plk...* hehe..

well u can just imagine then... =)

my strength and will....

After decades, I have finally found the strength and will to update this dusty blog. Partly due to my lack of writing ideas, and also plus the adaptation period I have been going through since I stepped into this another, enchanting, ancient world people call Egypt..

InshaAllah, I hope this first post since my departure, will not be the last.. hehe =D

the pleasures of tv..

"mcdreamy did a mcnasty with mchottie. that mcbastard!!"

i L.O.V.E greys anatomy.

when deens makes als a kid..!

Children can really suck you into their world..And dang do they do it well..a classic example..




so here we are, one 7, the other one 18, both crazy mentally, in a hotel in my favourite city, Penang.. O how I love Penang. The rich culture and the thick gorgeous "che' nak pi sana sat" kinda accent. So when the boys are away, the girls take on the world, or the camera at the very least..









shes the most cutest loveliest sportiest babes in the world.. i LuV her to BitS..!!

aFTER all, there's always a retarded crazy side in all of us..!

what is left of my Jordan memories..

30.11.2006

The day we left KLIA for Queen Alia International Airport. The day memories formed.

The places that lead us to the apartment :

1) the row of shops



2) the construction site



3)"the" stairs..



4) the second hill that caused much pain and huffs.our apartment is the one with that little green door.



5) the view from our apartment



6) our living room



7) our bedroom



The places that lead to the university :

1) the bus



2) the Malaysian backrow




3) what normally happens in the bus



4) the mosque we alwways pray at, and also the place that marks that we have finally reached the uni.



5)the walkway to the uni



6) the class



the memoirs...





the zarqa fam...





the litle girl that has the smile of an angel..



the day everyone took care of my flu, especially nys and her fruity yoghurt..!!luv ya!



the flu bug



the Al and the Nys



when there were 3 of us =P



at the dead sea



mayah's secret admirer..



the day mardhiah found out the guy above liked her..




the day IGCSE diDNT change our lives at all





mkn smpai terkluar2 tudung..in the spirit of a ture champion kak mawah!! =P



the eating contest. Kak Mawah winner, me runner up, nunu 3rd, nisa 4th, and of course, mayah 5th..






and many more amazing and beautiful memories captured and not captured....

an experience of a lifetime!! im missing the jordan memories. Alot.

the things that happen during terawih..

During this past Ramadhan, Ive had the pleasure of ample time to google my eyes and observe peoples actions in the mosque, thanks to no exams, and assignments, and more exams..

So heres wat Ive seen for the past 24 days :

1) The first day of terawih is always the fullest. People literally pray til outside the mosque. And dang its hot if u dont get the first saff..

2) On the second week of terawih, there's only 4 complete saffs.

3) People burp their food out with no shame. And they smile later. Here's the chronology of the event
"burrrrppp, looks at me, the rotten smell of everything seeps into my nose, and
then they say ooopps, and smile."
NASTY.

3) Ive smelt more petai smelling burps than anything else. Belacan smelling burps come in second.

4) Since Malaysia is hot, u wud think the most wisest thing to do is to wear minyak attar when praying, since perfume has alcohol in it..But nooo, some of them are still oblivious to the fact that you do stink when you sweat during prayers..

5) the mosques are always hot and humid, and people always sweat.

6) Speaking about sweat, I once saw this girl get up after terawih and started squeezing her telekung, and I swear I saw a few drops of water, no, sweat, drip.

7) After the last turn of salam, almost two complete saffs dissapear, and theres this huge pleasurable gush of wind due to their movements. Now thats when the mosque is finally at a temperature of at least 23 degrees celcius..

8) Most of the saffs are filled with visible holes.

9) People flap their telekung in and out to get air. and to share their delicious body odour obviously.

10) The teenagers who skip witir and wait for their parents to finish their witir tend to hide behind massive pillars. When their parents ask if theyve prayed, they say yes.

O how I love my terawihs..

the one syllable james, bond..

Its Bond. James Bond.

I was passing through an ad yesterday which had Daniel Craig's Quantom of Solace on it..Because KL is jammed from the inside to the outside, I got to stare at the ad.Besides making me drool over those blue eyes, it made me start questioning one thing..And that is

James Bond.

Its all one syllable names..!You see, there's Dave, John, Matt, Bob, etc..and then there's Kamal, Afiq, Latiff and Shafiq..After permanently damaging my celebrum with the pressure of finding a one syllable malay name, I realised that we have absolutely none!! Its always two or more syllables..Nicknames dont count by the way..

So there we go, a new thought, how do we create a one syllable name that is Islamic and also sounds Malaysian"ish"..?

How about........ermmm Kam, Af, Lat and Shaf??
Sounds unnatural rite..

So I guess this will be something that will be bothering me for the next few days or months, or maybe until I get my own baby..Erkksss, thats a long time..

So anyways, my name wud sound lyk this one syllable.. Al Az, or Lia Lan, or Al Lan, or Lia Az..

Lo and Behold, whatever the combination, it sounds wierd..

So him. Wow. Such grace, charm and beauty...

O-EM-GEE!!!

He's here...Ive been waiting like forever to meet him, and now he's actually finally here. Ive made so many promises to myself, to get ready and be presentable,for when I meet him, I want us to have this very intimate moment, where I can pour out all my heart and soul out without hesitation, for us to share the sweetness of meeting again after such a long time..

Its crazy what waiting for someone, especially those we love, can do to us. How much it can change us, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. The moment when he touched down, and the moment I met him, wow, so unexplainable. The feeling of such happiness, gratitude and pleasure, even the saddest hearts are cured. Sometimes I feel like we try too hard, too hard to please everyone around us, to make sure that they think perfectly of us, to make them accept us as who we're not. Its crazy how people can go all out to change themselves for people, eventhough the product of change is exactly what we despise ourselves to be. Only those who we truly love and care, those who we hold so close to our hearts, only to them can we be us. Good, bad, oogly, they see through us, and accept us as who we are.

So him. Wow. Such grace, charm and beauty. Such innocence that makes me feel so ridiculously bad and ungrateful. His energy and aura, resonates through the darkest of times, he simply beautifies everything he touches, and I am left in awe. Its sad that I can only meet him once in a while, cos I tell you, its pretty tough to make an appointment with him. He's so busy, he can only pop in to see me annually. Which is even sadder(?), cos I need that feeling of humbleness and goodness surrounding me from time to time. To clean up the mess that I made when he wasnt around, so that I can return to HIM and undoubtedly submit myself to HIM. O how much he helps me do that, and its funny how only he can bring out the most in me, cos the others I meet, havent made that big of an impact as how he has on me. Im gratified that Ive had the chance to meet and get to know him, and I hope I'll be able to meet up with him more.

So when he's around, I wish my nafsu doesnt get in the way, cos that will spoil everything. Everything that Ive promised and wished for when he's around. This is the time I polish myself up. This is the time I have to settle everything thats wrong with me. This is the time where I have to be selfish, and not care about anything else but myself. Only a month with him, who dares to waste it?

I hope everyone is at the best of health,happiness, and faith, cos its such a waste to not get intimately close to him when given the chance, cos Ramadan's here, and hes too darn cute and loveable to miss..

May our hearts find peace, contentment, and HIS light this month. Ameeen..