The 'Beautiful People' List

The time when I truly comprehend the meaning behind the phrase ‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’.

“I don’t think she’s pretty,” my roommate, Dieb commented as she watched ‘Mean Girls’; referring to Amanda Seyfried.

“Hey, why not?!” I totally disagree with her. To me, Amanda Seyfried is one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen.

“Maybe it’s because she’s blonde. That’s what made people think she’s pretty. There’s something about her eyes that makes her look less appealing,”

Her eyes is the feature that makes her pretty! Why do people find her large eyes unattractive? Why did my roommate find her eyes unattractive?

I could tolerate it if we were arguing whether Lindsay Lohan is pretty or not (not really, in my opinion). Or even Oprah Winfrey (people don’t really perceive her as being pretty but rather, attractive).

Yes, that’s it! Pretty and attractiveness, both are almost similar yet different.  A pretty lady might not necessarily be attractive. Another not-so-pretty lady might have the higher degree of attractiveness that emanates  out from within her mediocre looks. But we shall get to that later (Part 2, maybe?)

Now, let’s discuss about the phrase ‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’. What’s a beholder?  The seer.

That's what Mr. Rochester said to the plain Jane Eyre, whom, in his opinion, is far more attractive than the snobbish oh-so-beautiful Blanche Ingram. 

Let’s face it, each and every one of us has our own criteria that define whether that person is beautiful or not. If she lacks any of those qualities, or if she doesn’t possess any of it, that’s it, she is not eligible to be labeled as a pretty person. This whole statement is harsh all right, but let’s be honest, shall we? Don’t tell me you don’t have those criteria in your mind.

Bear in mind that everyone’s criteria of ‘to determine whether that person is beautiful or not’ is different.

Most often that the criteria is based on their own interpretation of beauty, or are influenced by the one figure that they feel is pretty. That person could be a world famous actress, their own mother, sister, teacher or friend.

For example, Person A who had always feel that Song Hye Gyo being the person who has all the qualities of ‘being beautiful’ might look at others who possess oriental, Korean/Chinese/Japanese-like looks, albeit the nose is flat or prominent, albeit the teeth is crooked or not, as pretty. And thus, yes, the person who doesn’t realize she is being scrutinized and judged by Person A made it into the ‘Beauty list!’

On the other hand, if Person A sees someone with a bit of Aishwarya Rai-like look; no matter how delicately structured her nose is, no matter how big and attractive her eyes are, no matter how thick her lashes are, would say ‘She’s not that pretty to me!’ .

Quite contrarily, Person B who had always watched a lot of Hindustan dramas would perceive those who has the slightest Aishwarya Rai feature as very pretty and seeing others with Oriental looks as ‘Okay la, not that pretty to me,’.

In short, our judgment on whether that person is pretty or not is clouded by our own definition and interpretation of beauty. Thank God for that. Imagine if the criteria of being beautiful is firmly defined with no changes made, I repeat, absolutely no changes made just like Stoke’s Law of Diffusion. It is getting worse if every person has a firm, unchanging belief towards that ‘Law of Beauty’.

The world would be in chaos and those who do not possess any of those qualities would remain alone and single until their old age, with 20 cats as companions. Everyone would want that person with thick lashes, white skin, above 160 cm of height, dimpled cheeks as their lifetime companion. How on earth is each of us going to find that particular person who meets all (at least, any of) the defined criteria?

Have mercy to those with dark but healthy skin, slanted eyes, chubby figures and flat noses!

That is why, Alhamdulillah, God has made each of us different, made us have our own definition of beauty. 

That’s where you see the skinny man married the plus-sized woman, the Caucasian American found his other soul in the form of an African woman and many others.

So if you feel that you’re not pretty, you’re wrong! God had created each one of us with the best of functions and appearances. We are the best of all creatures. It’s just that different people have different interpretation of beauty. Out of Person A, Person B, Person C, maybe only one of them will find you pretty. We can't please everyone, anyway. Even in terms of looks.

 Bear in mind that your one, true soulmate will find you beautiful, regardless of how chubby your figure is (he might find it cute and huggable! :D), how flat your nose is (he likes it as he feels prominent nose is too urmm…pointy?), and many others (I don’t know la how men’s minds work).Next time, I'm going to talk about inner beauty, which is the true, everlasting beauty. 

Be grateful with the way you are. I know I do, Alhamdulillah.

And remember!  Your Rabb caused to be declared (publicly): ‘If you are grateful, I will add more (favors) unto you; but if you show ingratitude, truly My punishment is terrible indeed.’”   (Qur’an 14:7)

Yes, if you stop complaining about how you look and be grateful with the way you are now, then Allah will give more blessings to you in terms of  maybe 'less acne on your face', or 'less wrinkles' or even 'radiance that exudes out from your visage although you do not wear SKII, LOL'.

Besides, it's no use of wanting to have Naomi Watt's looks as naturally, we are from different parents and heritages, kan? Be proud of the way you look, for your physical appearance now is some sort of combination from your parents', grandparents', uncles, aunties', ancestors' looks! So you're unique!!! We are all unique! 

As for me, one important criteria that could change people’s looks from Ugly Betty (no, she is really cute to me. How could people says she’s UGLY??) okay, from grumpy Uncle Scrooge to Prince Eric from Little Mermaid (my favourite Disney prince) is….

THE SMILE!!!!

Smile is the cheapest way to improve your looks.

My Ustaz had once said “Orang takde gigi pun, kalau senyum nampak comel je,”

So, no matter how so breathtakingly beautiful people said about that particular woman, if she looks so arrogant, and couldn’t even offer a slight bit of smile to the people she met (and knows)- orang kata, ‘muka sombong’. Then sorry, she’s not in my ‘Beautiful People’ list.

That’s why I tend to smile a lot. To improve my looks. AHAKS…

Madam Jagdish was my Level 6 English Teacher for the 1^st semester 1^styear in CFS. So, after the semester was over, I hardly saw her anymore.

Until…. the 2^nd semester of the 2^nd year in CFS (one and a half year later), where I stumbled upon her in the café.

I greeted her and she was pleasantly surprised to see me and we chatted for quite a while. A few moments later, I asked her to make sure of something;

“Madam, do you still remember me?”

She smiled and said “Of course! I remember your smile,”

Wahhhh. That’s even better! She didn’t remember my name but she remembers my smile!!!

So people, smile a lot okay! (But be careful not to smile too much to the members of the opposite genders as this might create misunderstandings if you know what I mean).

P.S. Amanda Seyfried IS pretty, am I right????

What? She's not pretty to you? Fine, fine. We have different definitions of beauty then. She made it into my 'beautiful people' list though. :P

With that, may peace be upon you! 

I want to grow old gracefully. Amin. :) 

Star Wars Dream

I want to become a Jedi.

I want to have my own light saber.

I should get myself a light saber. Blue! OBI WAN KENOBI! That, and a cream kimono-like garment with a dark brown robe on the outside

To my siblings, I shall ask "Which one of you is worthy enough to become my Padawan?"

I shall force ask any of them to get a RED light saber and a black hooded cloak and to paint their face red with black stripes.

We shall fight till the end. With the Star Wars' theme playing in the background. 

Yes, I shall do just that.

But to become a Jedi, I must be cool; to be really calm in any situation. I get panic easily. Not a trait of jedi.  This is a trial I have to undergo. 

Thank you. May the force be with you. 

T___T

Two papers done, another FIVE to go. I really want to go home quickly!!!!

P.S. Phosphorescence masuk exam. Auxochrome pun. Alhamdulillah.

A cat just peed in my shoe. Hahaha.

Just when I'm about to throw the shoes out. >__<

Double 8

88 marks the number of posts for the year 2011.

And yes, this is the 88th post.

I'm not going to list out the stuffs that happened to me in 2011, partly because I couldn't really remember most of the stuffs that happened; or most probably because I'm too lazy to recall the strings of events that occurred from the 1st of January 2011 till today, 31st of December 2011. Maybe you could check out my archives- 'The Honourable Craps' of which I doubt you would.

I do remember buying and reading lots of books, and eating lots of good (and new) foods, yummy! ; Garrett's Popcorn (caramel with cheese popcorn), dubbed as the best popcorn in the world by Oprah Winfrey, Pizza Hut Cheesy 7(salivating now), Taj's Roti Nan Cheese with Tandoori Chicken and many others la (I eat a lot, okayy). 

I remember going to Universal Studios, and took 4 rides of Battlestar Galactica (Cylon) and a ride of Battlestar Galactica (Human)-those are roller-coasters, took a picture with a semi-naked Pharaoh/ tomb keeper with a well-toned body (what?). The part where the Puss-in-Boots was angry (supposedly) with my sister when she patted its head. The incident where I ran from the fake Charlie Chaplin, refusing to shake hands with him (bare hands!). 

Also, getting my articles published in a real paper for the first time (The Torch is a real newspaper whatttt). Of which the 2nd issue won 'Best Team Effort' for New Straits Times' Young Writers' Award, and I got a certificate with my name on it, a cash voucher that has yet to be cashed out (sigh) and movie tickets that I plan  on using to watch a really good movie with my brother aka best pal, Syafiq.

I got my braces in the same year.To be truthful, it doesn't really hurt. 

Okay enough. The statement' I'm lazy in recalling stuffs/events/facts' doesn't really mean that I'm unable to recall any of them. If I start recalling, then this post will be long and we wouldn't want that, am I right? :P

All in all, 2011 had been a blast, Alhamdulillah. So many wonderful memories. My family members and my loved ones are in healthy, good conditions and it would be the same thing that I want for 2012 and for the following years.

2012 resolution?

1) To improve myself in every aspect.

2) To create more wonderful memories ( to try my best to reduce the number of not-so-wonderful events caused by yours truly, muahaha)

3) To remember names. HAHAHA.

It's funny that I could remember the names of drugs (most of them anyway, :P) but I couldn't really remember people's names.

The most recent event that happened this morning. 

I was on my way walking for a few hundred metres from M5 to Talhah Cafe, and I spotted someone familiar. Oh yes, her! My classmate from the good old foundation years. She's in Dentistry now, isn't she?

Being Sarah, I flashed her a huge smile and greeted 'Hi!' stretching the 'I' sound for 4 seconds or something. 

She smiled back upon recognition and said 'Hi Sarah!!!!'

I continued to smile and as soon as I passed her, the Oompa Loompas in my head frantically searched (and sang/danced)for the file labeled 'The name of the girl who was once your classmate' amidst all the disorganized files of drug names, atomic emission spectroscopy and zeta potentials (revision week laa)

'What's her name again???" 

NO!!!

That girl's name! I must find out! Her name is something like Nabilah, I guess. I hope I'm right. Memalukan jer panggil nama orang silap. 

EDIT: Just checked facebook. Her name IS Nabilah! Hurray to me!!!! *throws confetti*

That's all for now. I wish you all the best for your exam and may all of us have a very blessed year ahead. Amin. :)

Auxochrome

If you had a single piece of advice to offer young journalists, what would it be? 

“The issue is not writing. It's what you write about. One of my favorite columnists is Jonathan Weil, who writes for Bloomberg. He broke the Enron story, and he broke it because he's one of the very few mainstream journalists in America who really knows how to read a balance sheet. That means Jonathan Weil will always have a job, and will always be read, and will always have something interesting to say. He's unique. Most accountants don't write articles, and most journalists don't know anything about accounting. Aspiring journalists should stop going to journalism programs and go to some other kind of grad school. If I was studying today, I would go get a master's in statistics, and maybe do a bunch of accounting courses and then write from that perspective. I think that's the way to survive. The role of the generalist is diminishing. Journalism has to get smarter.”

-Malcolm Gladwell-

P.S. UNGS at 3 pm! Wish me luck! :)

Not just mere talks and no action

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

To prove the statement above:

We got the highest marks!!!! :D :D :D
Though it's not exactly high but syukur!

Thanks to my team of researchers;
Syau, Ana, Aida and Fatin Hanani

also to Dr. Zakiah.

Alhamdulillah. :)
Dear Allah, please let all of us get solid A for UNGS, pretty please! 3 credit hours!!! :B

Study study study! Relaxation is....the KEY!!! LOL

"Good morning sunshine..."

".....the earth says hello!"

-Willy Wonka, (played by Johnny Depp) in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Madam Jagdish (we called her Madam J), a really awesome English lecturer from foundation, said

'You can get something depending on how badddd you really want it'.

On the other hand,

" The time when you don't care about minor things (so-called problems, ahemm), that's the time when you've grown matured (or at least, maturing)" 

Dear Emak,

I MISS HOME-COOKED FOODS!!!!! 

P.S. Dah beli tiket bas! :P

Just invented a new catchphrase slash my own trademark whatsoever

Before, I'm known to always say 'Yes, you're right!!!!' (not much of a distinctive catchphrase anyway)

Now....

Sarah: Relaxation is the......

Syau: KEY!

Syau: The key is....

Sarah: RELAXATION!

HAHAHAHA, LOL. BY that, we mean, relaxation (handling last-minute pressure of last-minute studying) is...the KEY to success! Pfft!!! I mean, don't panic! Relax, there's still time. The first core course paper and the following will only start in another 2 weeks so it's not exactly last minute if I start studying now la kan? 

With that, may peace be upon YOU! 

Summary

This week.

PENAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PENAT!!!!!!!

PENAT!!!!!

TIRED!!!!!

EXHAUSTED!!!!

LETHARGIC!!!!!!!

BYE!!!!

untitled volume umpteen!

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

4 years ago, after SPM, I signed up for blogger.com and created this blog. It was  first titled as 'Sarcastic is My Middle Name' with overly dramatic description like 'she is dangerously sarcastic, you wouldn't want to mess with her, yadda yadda'.

Nope, this is not my first blog. I created my first blog when I was 16.

Oh yes, at the age 16, I signed up for friendster, myspace, FACEBOOK (I'm on facebook longer than most of you do! :P-not that it's a real achievement haha). My 'internet era' began at that age. 

 So, my first blog's url is 

http://xxxxx-the-journalist.blogspot.com. I knew back then that I wanted to become a journalist. Haha.

It did not last. The second blog was hosted in livejournal. I remember writing something about Dr. Sheikh heading off to space in  the Soyuz. I was proud of him (LOL) and Malaysia that I gotta write about it somewhere to express my feelings. Livejournal is quite complicated la. So I stopped blogging. And thus, almost a year later, this blog was born and created by the then zesty, outspoken, loony Sarah Sarcastic. 

My earlier posts were written purely, directly straight from my heart, unfiltered, with only 2 or 3 people reading this blog (my blog buddies- Jem, Farhana, Maddy). We had a splendid time, commenting each other's posts, making charade games, spamming each other's cboxes. *sigh* I miss those wonderful moments. 

When I was in primary and secondary school, I poured out my feelings into my diaries (of which I still keep but could not open because I lost the keys. Yeah, locked diaries). It helped me to undergo those tumultuous period of adolescence. Writing prevents me from turning mad and insane. Writing is therapeutic

 And so, when I started to write a blog to substitute those good old diaries, I tend to forget that this time, it's not only me who's going to read it (though my siblings once read my diary and told my mom almost everything inside it!), but that other people too, could read it.  Thus, I felt slightly uncomfortable.

I began to filter my posts, deleting those entries that I was rather ashamed of. In a way, I grow matured and I learn to think thoroughly before even writing something and posting it out for the whole world to see. Sometimes I even made this blog private for 2 months or so. My circle of readers expanded. Most of them do not really know me in person and thus they might have judged me wrongly based on the things I wrote. My  writing style also changed gradually.Before, I like to just write in Manglish, using intangible expressions like eeyerrr (to express disgust). Paisehhh (It's like damn! in mandarin/hokkien I dunno), aiyoo! GAGAGAGA ( this was before Lady Gaga existed) and many others.

Why do I keep blogging anyway? 

It's just hard to leave something that you grow attached to. FOUR YEARS. 

Besides, blogging ni best la... :P

So, this blog was born on the 14th of December 2007.

Today is the 14th of December 2011.

4 years of bittersweet memories. Thanks for being with me, bloggy. :D

And to all of you readers, silent or not (haha) thanks for reading! Keep on reading! :P

P.S. I reread some of my earlier posts and I can't believe that I was so immature back then. Ah, people changed! 

Death 'Wishlist'

Assalamualaikum w.b.t and hello all. :)

Don't be scared of the title. 

I'm a paranoid kind of person. If there is something wrong with my health or whatsoever, I'd quickly google   the symptoms that I'm experiencing (have experienced/ thought/think I might experience) and would be surprised (in totally dramatic way) to find the list of diseases that I might have. Some of them;

• Multiple sclerosis (upon tripping here and there sometimes. I'm a klutz)
• Hyperthyroidism (I always get nervous and my hands are shaking- naturally shaky, pfftt)
• Parkinson's Disease (shaky hands-it runs in the family, according to my granduncle. MTV VJ Utt also has naturally shaky hands so I guess it's nothing serious >__<)
• Cancers of all sort (I'm overreacting, I know)
• Ophthalmic diseases that would result in blindness (stay away from computer).
• Hypertension ( I eat a lot >__<)
• That disease where you get old in a young age. 
• I'm afraid I might get bacterial infection or something because the mahallah's toilets and shower stalls are sooo  dirtyyyy.
• Kidney disease because I boiled tap water which might be free from microorganisms but not from harmful trace metals from the rusty pipes that might accumulate in my nephrons thus damaging my kidneys. Our mahallahs still do not provide water filter. Nak tunggu tulis surat kat main camp kat Gombak ke???? 
• And many others, sheeshhh...

Then, some major things happened. You know about the 'choices' I mentioned in the previous post? Lately, it's been kind of easy for me to make that choice. Only that it's not me. Several circumstances forced me to make that choice. Like I said, 'someone' had played some tricks on me. 

This leads to a reflection. Am I going to die young? With diseases or something? Oh no. I haven't even completed my degree yet. I haven't finished writing that novel. My degree of Iman is still at a (I dunno, insert one appropriate word) stage. NOOOOO!!!! My family needs me! 

And thus, that leads to this list: 

1.  I wish not to die horribly, detached, deformed in any way.
2.  I wish not to die in accidents of any kind.
3. I wish not to die unexpectedly like in accidents.
4. I wish to die on the Thursday Night (Malam Jumaat) or on Friday.
5.  I wish to meet my Creator in the best physical, emotional and mental preparation and presentation of myself.
6.  I wish my parents and siblings would not be devastated with my death but rather, view it as 'Allah loves me and he wants me to be with Him and soon He will take all of them together with Him and we will be reunited once again'. 
7. I wish I had brought some good changes in this world, or that I've changed someone.
8.  I wish I do not suffer much before finally breathing my last breath. For example, if I were to die because of a disease, I wish to die quickly and not suffer much.
9.  I wish not to trouble anyone who needs to make some time to tend to me on my dying bed or something. I wish to have some degree of independence (except of course, total dependence only towards Allah) as I reach my last moment on Earth. Tak nak menyusahkan orang. 
10.  I wish that I have reached the highest level of Iman I could ever achieved in this world when it's time for me to go. 
11.  I wish that majority of my tasks had been fulfilled before I die. 
12. I wish not to die being murdered or tortured by people/animals. Nauzubillahiminzalik. 
13. I wish to die in Malaysia because it would be easy for my family members and friends to visit my grave. If I were to die in overseas, my family would want my body back in my tanah tumpahnya darahku thus there will be that horrible procedures where they 'clean' up the corpse's body before sending me back. 

But of course, I need to pray a lot and to make many efforts in order for the list of wishes in this 'Death Wishlist' to come true (or at least, most of them. No accidents/murders please, huhu) I need to love Allah so that I would have some degree of happiness (and reda-what's that word in English? :P) when it's time for me to go back to Him. Funny, isn't it? But really, it is something that you need to think about. 

I wish not to die young (how young is young anyway?) because I have many responsibilities and tasks. I'm the eldest in the family, my parents vouch me to take care of my siblings if anything were to happen to them ( I always pray for my parents' longevity and prosperity), I need to fulfill my parents' needs first, I need to make my parents happy, my family happy, I need to change the world in many ways (women's rights, for example)

I want to achieve many things like completing my Ph.D, write my books and get them published, I want to meet my soulmate and to  travel around the world with him,  exploring different cultures and getting to know the other sides of the world that I've never seen nor experienced,

 I wish to meet new people, exchanging various ideas, to give them the good impression about Islam and what this religion of peace is really about.

I wish to be like Ahmed Deedat, who died at a prosperous age of 80 something. But of course,he has numerous reasons to live. But what about me? How will I be so sure that I will do something as great (or at least, something beneficial) as what he did if Allah were to grant me a long lifespan? 

If you were to live up till that age, make sure you have achieved something. If not, those long years would be a huge waste of time. You'd be better off dying young. This is a reminder to me, of course. 

For now, I need to

1. Eat less fatty foods and carbs ( I love rice and bread!)

2. Readjust my biological clock 

3. Exercise more

4. Take more supplements

5. Pray a lot

6. Study for quizzes and exams (stepping stones towards changing the world, you see!)

With that, thank you and may peace be upon you! 

'The man who decided to change on the 12th hour dies on the 11th'. 

Neverwhere

It's like, somebody has played some tricks on me. 

Surprisingly, those tricks narrowed down my choices or even, helping me to choose which is the best for me.

I'm a really indecisive person. Now, I have two choices. But I don't know which is better than which. I'm afraid that I could not live up to people's expectations when I finally have chosen one of those choices.

Oh yes, I've almost forgotten. Please no one but Allah. 

And again, that somebody who 'played some tricks' on me. I'm sure you know who that 'someone' is.Or maybe just a small percentage of all of you.  Teeheee...

Two choices. Choose one. To tell the truth, it's nothing big. Just a small matter brought into exaggeration by an abnormally dramatic drama queen.

Neil Gaiman is so awesome. Can't believe I haven't read any of his books before. HUHU.

He's like, the modern-age C.S Lewis (Chronicles of Narnia) and Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland)

wordless wednesdays are so overrated.

He is right!

Went to Dr. Razak's room to discuss about the anti-infective agent seminar.

Dr.Razak: (talking about endocarditis) bacteria tu ada dalam heart dalam bentuk thrombus lepas tu bila thrombus tu pecah baru keluar kat valve. Lepas tu baru antibiotic kat luar tu attack before bacteria tu masuk circulation dan terus jadi septicemia. 

Sarah: Oh, maksudnya bila thrombus tu pecah, antibiotic tu ada kat luar dah eh?

Dr. Razak: Jangan fikir macam tu. The problem is, korang selalu fikir step by step. Semua benda boleh berlaku pada masa yang sama.

Honestly, I think he misunderstood my question. My real question was 'Maksudnya sebelum thrombus tu pecah lagi antibiotic tu ada kat luar dah la kan? Bukannya nak tunggu thrombus tu pecah baru nak inject antibiotic?' Kan? Kan? Dr. Razak selalu misunderstood dengan saya. Hukhukhuk. 

Dr. Razak : (sambung lagi). Contohnya Prof. Noriah kata kena settle semua sekali, baru boleh kahwin (Prof Noriah disapproves of students getting married while studying) tapi kalau saya, tak payah step-by step. Waktu tengah belajar pun boleh kahwin (memang ahh. Dr. Razak pun kahwin waktu study, LOLZ)

Dr. Razak: Okay dah. Sambung-sambung.

First, I disagree with him about that marriage thing. Getting married while studying. I agree with Prof. Noriah regarding this.(don't ask the reasons why) Hey, everyone is entitled to his or her opinion, am I right? If everyone is having the same way of thinking, then where's the fun? We are all unique in our own ways, we can't always expect everyone to have the same opinions.

But then, I kinda agree with him regarding 'Tak payah step by step'. You see, I'm the kind of person who had planned out what I wanted to do. For instance, after completing my degree, I wish to work for a year or two, then pursue my studies to higher level, become a lecturer. Or even, I wish to do something else. I wish to take Journalism or media studies. I had it all planned step by step. Unfortunately, most of the plans did not went according to plans. Hmmm..

Everything that happens is the best, directing us towards our true goal, our real destiny. For example in How I Met Your Mother, if Ted didn't meet Robin, broke up with Victoria and Stella, quits his job as an architect and becomes a professor instead (and many other things), he wouldn't have met his wife (of which we still don't know) and wouldn't have told the whole story to his children about how he met their mother!

I think it's okay to plan. It's just that we don't have to get too upset when those plans did not work out. I feel that it's also good to just go with the flow. Yes, plan and go with the flow. Don't get too rigid with the plans, and don't dilly dally by just waiting for the next flow. If we feel like doing that certain thing, then just do it! Life is too short and precious to have them all planned step by step, which would take like, more than 10 years. 

Four years of studying, then want to take journalism (LOL), want to write stories the year after that, want to complete the music course I've abandoned 8 years ago. It will take years and years. I might be around 80 (if I managed to live up till that age) to complete the list of things I've planned. 

Of course, those are my plans. But then again, Allah is the best planner. (whoa, banyaknya word 'plan'). 

For now, I would like to cherish each moment of my life. Planning stuffs give me headaches. I wanted to become like Forrest Gump. Though born with a below than average IQ, he becomes more successful than any of his friends of his school years (though of course, he didn't have any school friend except Jenny). When he feels like playing Ping Pong, he'll do his very best in it. When he feels like running, he will run. He did his best in everything. 

Of course, to cap this all. Life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you're gonna get' (unless of course, it is fully stated that it's a Black Forest chocolate then of course you know what you're gonna get but don't ruin this beautiful quote please).

:)

Oprah Winfrey said 'Yes, you can have everything. But not at the same time'. BINGO! 

Plan. At the same time, don't be too rigid. Try to adjust yourself with the flow. 

With that, thank you and may peace be upon you! 

Currently listening to: Oxford Comma by Vampire Weekend. 

P.S. I feel like trying 'Bungee jumping'. 

Precious lessons

- Don't crack under pressure.

-SMILE! SMILE! SMILE wherever you are, whatever situation you're in! :D

-Your pics will not look the same as you really look because face it, you're not photogenic. HAHA

- Being dramatic has its own advantages, but when it becomes excessive, it is not healthy. Na-ahh...

With that, thank youuu.... :)

How horrible is horrible?

The dinner just now could be summarized in one word. HORRIBLE. Or maybe, I'm just exaggerating. :P

A few hours before, I felt like complaining about everything in this blog. There's so many people to be blamed, LOL. I just ABHOR last minute, disorganized preparations. But never mind. Thank you dear supportive participants and supportive committee members, Fatt, Kak Sarah, my MC-ing partner, Firdaus, my friends back there- Tiqah, Paris, Aina, etc. Thank you to the sweet Bruneian lady who kept on smiling towards us. Sejuk hati bila tengok dia senyum. Hehe. 

Anyway, we've tried our best, we've spent hours of making script and practicing but in the end, Allah decided the rest. Let's just have faith in Allah. 

And in the end, instead of forever feeling stressed out about that, we ended up laughing upon thinking about that particular incident. :D

I think I'm more suited to become the timekeeper, haha. Kena turun pangkat from Quiz Moderator jadi timekeeper. :P
When I entered the lecture hall, the first face that I saw was of Prof. Noriah's. She saw me and asked 

'Eh, you're the timekeeper?'

I grinned and said 'Yes!'

She asked again 'Oh, so you're the timekeeper'.

I laughed and said 'Yes, Dr.'

And she went off laughing. 

The reason for that...Oh well.. there's a back story to that. I'll tell it next time, insya-Allah. 

Right now, I wanted to watch 'an episode of How I Met Your Mother', get some good night sleep and get ready for my job tomorrow.

With that, may peace be upon you!

The Beginning of a Story

In the name of Allah, the most graceful and most merciful, 

Once upon a time, there lives a very lonely girl. She is indeed, the loneliest girl ever in planet Earth. Well at least, in her college. No friends. Lives alone in her dorm room. No siblings.Her parents have been sentenced to life imprisonment for the various crimes they have committed.No relatives. No pets.To say it again, she is the loneliest girl you could possibly imagine.

One day, she went to the shopping mall. A child's voice called upon her. By instinct, she quickly went to the toys department, seeking for the voice. She finally stopped when she saw a small, cute toddler with blonde hair and blue eyes looking and smiling at her from the inside the beautiful flowery box with transparent plastics at the front. The one that stood out among the other children in boxes. 

She bought the child. Named her and raised the child as her own. 

P.S. I love the fluffy and big sized bathroom towel which I got for free from OSC. :P (okay, random LOL)

P.S.S. I've just discovered an awesome female journalist. Saw her name from a journalism student's blog, and googled it. :P

Nellie Bly (May 5, 1864 – January 27, 1922) was the pen name of American pioneer female journalist Elizabeth Jane Cochran. She remains notable for two feats: a record-breaking trip around the world in emulation of Jules Verne's character Phileas Fogg, and an exposé in which she faked insanity to study a mental institution from within. In addition to her writing, she was also an industrialist and charity worker.

(wikipedia, n.d.)

She's really amazing and inspiring, isn't she?! :D 

You could read more from wikipedia or any other sources. 

With that, may peace be upon you and me! (what am I doing here when I'm supposed to study for quiz this Thursday. Okay last post this week. BYE!)

Day 1

I'm feeling a bit homesick. Ahhh.. ;(

The sight of my parents with my two brothers leaving me at the bus station brought despair within me. Just by thinking of them, makes my heart aches for I long for their lively presence in this boring place. >_<

Okay, stop the melodrama.

Today, I skipped the induction programme for Rx Quiz. I was too tired. To be truthful, laziness made up the 50% of the reasons why I was absent. 30% is -tiredness. 20%- no transport jauh gila nak pergi KOS! I'm from the sponsor bureau, I've done my job and I've trained the quiz moderators almost every week without complaints. I have no parts to play in the rehearsal anyway (main agenda of the induction programme) Besides, my other sponsor friends didn't come because they're still in their hometown (Bestnya!) So, give me a break this time, will you? :P

Yes, twas not the characteristics of a  good leader (I'm just a subcom anyway ). Being a good leader has its own limits though. Anyway, I plan to study tonight (read: PLAN). Induction tu sampai malam. >_<

Speaking of a leader, my friend Atiqah Hasman Yusri the 'career woman' had just been elected to become the VICE PRESIDENT for MyPSA (Malaysian Students' Pharmaceutical Assosication) I kid you not! This is really awesome and I'm proud of you! :D 

I went to Megamall with Sufi, Wa and Shakira. Went to Popular Bookstore (Boring, not much variety) to search for 'Jaja and Din' by Noor Suraya. Takde! So I bought Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I gotta say, the man in the book scares me. The whole plot though lyrical (as it claimed to be), is also dark and disturbing. Humbert Humbert is mental, I tell you. Okay, I shall do a book review on this.

Question: Whoa, you still have time to read novel? *raise one eyebrow*

Answer: Study study jugak. Fiction is important too!

Yes,  it has become one of the necessary ingredients in the formation of 'me'.

That's all, may peace be upon you! 

For the next 6 weeks of lectures

Holiday's almost over. :(

First week's tasks

-2nd Pharmaco PNS quiz (Thursday)

-4th Halaqah session (Thursday)

Then, 3rd National Pharmacy Quiz on weekend (of the same week >_<)

-Help Quiz Moderator

-Write article about the event

Quizzes yang belum buat

Medicinal Chemistry- all THREE QUIZZES!

Physical Pharmacy- another TWO to THREE QUIZZES!

Anti-infective agents- another quiz (Medicinal chemistry aspect)

Pharmacology PNS- another quiz (Medicinal chemistry aspect)

Pharmaceutical Analysis- another TWO QUIZZES

Community Pharmacy Practice- another TWO-THREE QUIZZES!

Maximum number of quizzes to fit it in just FIVE weeks = THIRTEEN! (there might be two to three quizzes in a week, HAHAHAHAHA)

What's more,
Anti-infective assignment+presentation 

UNGS Assignment+ Presentation

Pharmaceutical Analysis Assignment+Presentation

Leadership and Management Assignment+Presentation

Maximum number of assignments to fit in just FIVE weeks = FOUR!

If that's not enough,

Pharmaceutical Analysis- another TWO lab practicals+ reports and THREE vivas!

Medicinal Chemistry- another TWO lab practicals+ reports 

Pharmacology PNS- one lab practical+report

Physical Pharmacy - FOUR lab practicals+reports

Community Pharmacy -another TWO lab practicals+reports

Total number of  lab practicals to fit in just FIVE weeks = ELEVEN lab reports and THREE vivas! 

And....

The last halaqah session. 

Then, REVISION PERIOD and FINAL EXAM comprising almost 100 topics out of those 8 subjects! I'm not exaggerating

And that's the life of an IIUM Pharmacy student. With that, thank you. :)

The Invitation!

Assalamualaikum and hello all! :)

I'm pretty excited because we (the Journalism on Campus crews/New Straits Times' The Torch people) are invited to the 'New Straits Times Young Writers Awards 2011' like serioussslyyy!!!!

Elin Khoo from NST sent the invitation via email. Whoa! I thought that we the 'Torch-ians' from Kuantan are excluded from the invitation list.Because well... Kuantan, kan? We haven't even met the Torch people from Gombak. :P

But then.....

MONDAY?

12th of DECEMBER?

1.00 PM to 6.00 PM

SUBANG? 

SELANGOR!!!

And look at the bottom of the invitation. 

Each Niexter is allowed to bring two family members or a friend ok bye!

Sorry, can't go! We'll be in Kuantan on that date, sitting in the lecture hall of Kulliyyah of Pharmacy, listening to lectures on the pharmacophores of sulfonamides. Eekk.. Plus, I'll be having my Physical Pharmacy Quiz on the same date. 

SAD!!!!

To think that the region's famous journalists, VIPs, VVIPs will be there! Oh no!

Thanks Kuantan! Once in a lifetime opportunity had instantly been blown away! Hmmphh! 

Tagged by Zaty!

Sori Zaty. Lupa pulak nak buat tag awak. 

Rules.

1.You must post these rules.

2.Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal.

3.Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.

And create eleven new questions for people you tagged to answer.

4.You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them to the post.

5.Go to their page and tell them you have tagged him/her.

6.No tag backs.

7.No stuff in the tagging section about

11 things about me? 

I think I've done this before. Anywaysss....

1. As for now, I love books more than any other inanimate objects in this world! 

2.I dislike waiting for people and them waiting for me.

3. I don't know how to walk in high heels as I've been wearing flats since...ever! 

4. I'm scared of animals :B (and yet I plan to take Veterinary Pharmacy as elective for final year :O)

5. I dislike unnecessary shopping for clothes. 

6. I wear braces and glasses (nerd!)

7. Tend to show the characteristics of a feminist at times.

8. I was a prefect at school (ketandusan idea nak tulis apa)

9. I love to eat. Just give me any good food! 

10. Internet addict (duh!)

11. I have tumblr. :B

Done! Now questions from Zaty.

1.  Bilakah tarikh lahir anda?

2. Currently you favourie love song. aww. love song ok! hihi

3.  How you define true friend?

4. Macam mana korang handle stress korang eh? Help me

5.  Have anyhing be stolen from you? If yes, what is it?

6.  Kalau diberi peluang untuk ke masa lampau, tahun bilakah anda nak pergi?

7.  Pandai memasak tak? 

8.  Suka makan coklat jenama apakah?

9. Opinion mengenai FB terkini?

10. Macam mana saudari/saudara mengenali diri saya?

11. Bagaimana anda mengenali blog Nurul Zaty ini?

1. 14 October same year as Zaty. :D

2. Yu Jian by Stefanie Sun (Chinese song)

3. True friend = Mother. Perfect definition of true friend. Someone like her :D

4. Don't think too much about it. Between stimulus and response, there are several choices. You could choose your response. ( Stephen R.Covey- 7 Habits of Highly Effective People).

5. Maxis Broadband. LOL.

6.  Zaman nenek moyang untuk trace ancestry. Takde tahun yang spesifik.

7. Still learning. Same goes with studying Pharmacy. Pandai tak Pharmacy? Still learning. 

8. Cadbury

9. Lacks privacy.

10. CFS! :D

11.  CFS! :D (terstumble)

I wish to tag no one. :) 

McDreamy

....in those dreams, we'd talked to each other about many things as if we'd known each other in real life. 

This is weird. 

"We are all a little weird and life is a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

                                          Dr. Seuss

LOL

I'm a Ravenclaw!.

Assalamualaikum and hello all. This seems like a outdated entry but since I don't have anything exciting to write about ; 

I gained early admission to Pottermore last September! And just like other fellow Harry Potter-ians, I'm excited to know what house will I be sorted to. My first preference would be Gryffindor. But ah well, the Sorting Hat knows best, I think. 

So, I'm in....

Yup. Ravenclaw! It's unbelievable. I'm not that smart but maybe my so-called intelligence predominates my other traits. Bravery-nope. I think I'm suited to be in Hufflepuff. Haha.

But in a way, it is kind of predictable since 90% of the 'Which Hogwarts House are you in?' quizzes had placed me in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. 

How's my progress so far?

 Here's the answer: 

I've completed the game! :D

Well, sort of. Only the first part is available in Pottermore. It means that we fellow Pottermores will have to wait for the 2nd part which is based on the second book (which will be available around early 2012 or something.. Pfftt!)

While waiting, I should be collecting points for my house by brewing potions, challenging my friends to duels, etc. :P

Tell the world I'm coming home!

Assalamualaikum and hello all! :)

Wow, I seem excited, am I not?
Yes, quite.

Unfortunately, I'm coming home with a cold, caused by oh you evil rhinovirus!

I can't believe it has been 8 weeks/2 months since I've last seen the faces of the people I love. 

Remember the 'Homesick' post? LOL.

I'm not going to study during this one week holiday. :P

But rather, I'm required to do lots of  research for these FOUR assignments.

- Anti-infective seminar: Anti-malarial drugs in pregnancy

-UNGS 2050K- Islam honours women: Theoretical and Practical

-Pharmaceutical Analysis- Flame Atomic Absorption Spectroscopy

-Leadership and Management- Stress Management >__<

So, there's already lots of works! 

Internet at home is super awesome! Can't wait. :D

I want to jalan-jalan with my family and belanja my adiks makan. ;)

Oklah bye. Wish me a safe journey. May peace be upon you! 

The longest word

Yeah, done with Anti-Infective Quiz 2! Boleh meronggeng!Muahaha (as if the final exam is over >__<)

The reason I put this picture is because urmm...well, it's colourful, isn't it? :P

 'Smile' is the longest word in the world, because the distance between the 'S-es' is....a mile!  LOL

P.S. Tapi bila dua kali tengok takdela lawa mana gambo ni. 

Macrolide Antibiotics

Assalamualaikum w.b.t and hello all. :)

Okay, please ignore the title of this post. Nothing to do with what I'm going to share/write. I had quite a 'hard' time thinking of this post's title, my eyes staring blankly at the title box that I quickly typed in 'Macrolide Antibiotics', which happens to be the very topic of Anti-Infective Agents' that I'm reading now. 

So, this week will mark the EIGHTH week spent here in the land of the nerds, LOL. It also means that I haven't seen any of my family member's face for EIGHT weeks. I'm stuck in Kuantan for almost TWO months. 

Oh yes, The Torch 2nd Issue had been released and distributed by us the Torch people. Both of my articles appeared in the 2nd Issue. The responses from my friends are quite overwhelming. Well at least, to me. Thank you for reading and the feedback! :D Some of my friends even sent congratulatory messages that made my day (and my cheeks turned red, hehe). I would like to say thank you to The Torch's team (especially the editor, Nazriq) and the NSTP people (Michael Lai). Mucho gracias for this rare opportunity. And oh, my English is not that refined. It's the NSTP people/The Torch's grammar nazis (most of them are BEN students and Journalism students) who edited some parts of my articles, making them 'look' presentable than they really are. Haha. Kudos to them. My articles are not that interesting, to tell the truth. Merepek banyak. I love Anisah Shurfa's articles the most. :D

Not forgetting, the representatives from each kulliyyah who came all the way from their kulliyyahs to collect 'The Torch' from OCD and distributed them to the students. Thank you. May Allah bless all of you. 

Possibly, my article would not come out in the 3rd issue. Why? Because I didn't write any. LOL. Actually, I was a given a task (life section) for the 2nd issue but I was quite busy so I said '3rd issue, can?' and later on I realized that I don't even have time to write it for the 3rd issue. I'm going to work on it during this one week mid break, insya-Allah, because the internet at home is super amazing, haha. Stay tuned for the 3rd issue of 'The Torch' which will feature my friend, Atiqah Hasman Yusri's travel article and also Farah Izzati Azmi's articles about activities in Kuantan.

This week:

1. Anti-infective agents quiz (Tuberculosis drugs, Chloramphenicol, Metronidazole, Carbapenems and Monobactams, Quinolones, Macrolides)

2. Anti-infective agents seminar (Anti-malarial drugs in Pregnancy)

3. Pharmaceutical Analysis' Lab Report (done, pheww, only viva >__<)

Okay, may peace be upon you! :)

I can't wait to go home. :(((

IMY!

Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq Haziq

I'd usually call him 'Haziq ZOOhairy!' (his name is Haziq Zuhairy)

Then he'd say 'Nama Haziq Z-U, bukan Z-O-O!'

I'd annoyingly reply back 'Takde, ZOOHAIRY! ZOOHAIRY!'

Then he'd reply 'ZOOKAKAK! ZOOSARAH! ZOOSYAHIRAH!'

Supposed to go back to Kedah for this 5 days of holidays. Then tak jadi.Balik raya haji terus.

I haven't seen my family for almost SEVEN weeks! *sobs*

Haziq, kakak rindu Haziq! :((

A so-called tragedy. :P

Assalamualaikum and hello all :)

Taken from my facebook status. I deleted it after 30 minutes or so because I was afraid that my Mum would read it while browsing through her facebook homepage (though she rarely goes online but still, I could't take that risk, couldn't I?)

On the day I turned 21, I decided to cycle to class. I strolled gleefully down the hill, forgot to 'hit' the brake, lost my control, hit the road's divider and fell over from the bike. I quickly stood up, smiled (with some minor bruises) to my friends who tended to me with worries. And that's how I 'celebrated' my 21st birthday. An unforgettable day indeed'

Well, it goes something like that. Why am I afraid?
Because the day before, my brother Syafiq met with an accident. Again, with bicycle. Which resulted in him having a minor bruise on his forehead and a slightly chipped front teeth  :((.
My mother was so worried and a bit angry with him (marah sayang).

Oh yeah. I forgot to baca Bismillah before 'taking off'.  Doa kenderaan pun.

Wassalam.

Favourite verses

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

 I don't exactly know why, but whenever I'm feeling sad or down (sometimes for inexplicable reasons), I'd take the tafsir al-Quran and began searching and skimming through the translations, hoping I would find something. 


Of course, al-Quran, words of wisdom, guidance, 'love letters' from Allah towards His Servants contains 'that something' that I've searched for so long, only in the simple surah lazim of 'Al-Insyirah'. His answers towards my questions. 


To tell the truth, I tend to only read and memorize the Quranic ayats without reading the meanings behind each verse.


Surah al-Insyirah or 'alam nasyrah'.


There are two verses in repetition.

Surah al-Insyirah verse 4: So verily, when there's difficulty, there's relief 

and again, Allah repeats

Surah al-Insyirah verse 5: Verily, when there's difficulty, there's relief' 

Now why does Allah say the same thing twice? In my own humble opinion, this in a way, is to affirm our faith towards Him, to convince us, to make us believe, that He will be helping us sooner or later, that His help will come in our way, IF ONLY we believe in Him. 

These two verses have become one (let's just combine) of my favourite Quranic verses, that when I was in distress or sorrow, I'd repeat 'Fainnama'alusriyusro, innama'alusriyusro' (verily when there's difficulty, there's relief, when there's difficulty, there's relief) over and over again in my head.

So, let us reaffirm our faith towards Allah. 

P.S I love this surah so much that I actually consider to name my future (I dunno when will that be, haha) daughter Insyirah. Al-Insyirah (sedap, kan? ) :P  (okay, ignore)


May peace be upon you! 

So I'm 21. Does this make me officially a woman now?

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

As you grow older, you found that the date of which you were born becomes slightly insignificant. Rather, you perceived the particular date as the date your mother gave birth to you, that you're now getting older, the same goes with your parents, your family members, the earth, basically everything and everyone around you are getting older. The older you've become, the closer you are to death. So what have you achieved so far?

It seems like yesterday that I was in my old room back in M3, writing a blog post 'Turning 20'. And now, I'm already 21(not really, I'll only turn 21 tonight at 10 something :P)

I wish I would become a better person. A better servant towards Allah s.w.t.

Thank you for everyone's wishes. May you have a pleasant day. Wassalam. :)

Envy and Jealousy

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

BIG BAD WOLF BOOK SALE 7th-16th of October 2011!

Okay, tak boleh pergi sebab tercampak jauh kat Kuantan, huhuhu.

Kat sini, RM35 boleh beli sebuah buku je. Kat sana, dengan nilai yang sama boleh beli EMPAT BUKU!!!

Beli memanglah senang kan. Tapi bila nak baca? LOL

Seolah-olah nafsu membuak-buak sewaktu nak pilih juadah berbuka puasa di bazar Ramadhan.

Jangan tunduk kepada nafsu, Sarah!

Baguslah hang duduk terperap kat Kuantan ni. Jimat sikit duit. Kalau tak boleh bankrap beli buku banyak-banyak mengalahkan stokis kedai buku -_______-

Semalam ada classmates 2 orang hilang laptops dengan camera. Tiba-tiba nak jadi Sherlock Holmes ke, Ellery Queen, Shinichi Kudo, Hajime Kindaichi dengan Nancy Drew.

Tapi pencuri-pencuri kat UIA ni takdela brilliant macam pencuri kat dalam cerita-cerita di atas. Mencuri takde pattern, takde motif. Asal nampak, rembat je. >___<

That's all. Wassalam. 

Comfort

You're sarcastic, annoying, irritating,

Just be yourself

You're childish, dramatic, panic stricken

Just be yourself

You're verbal, outspoken, confident,

Just be yourself

You laugh over simple things and finds joy in small things

Just be yourself

You're loony, weird, a daydreamer

Just be yourself

You're expressive, painfully honest and highly imaginative

Just be yourself
You couldn't care less on people's perceptions
Just be yourself

However, up till what extent is 'being yourself' considered a good thing?

I think that it's as long as you feel comfortable I guess. And others too (oh, who cares about others. It's always better to reveal rather than to pretend/backbiting).

I always smile, I always laugh, I always talk animatedly to my close friends. I always wear a dreamy and cheerful expression on my face. Is that good or bad? Bad, because I've developed two lines of wrinkles at the corner of my eyes. Gahhh! 

Being yourself is not always good. 

Life Lessons from Steve Jobs

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :D

Here are highlights of Steve Jobs’ commencement speech to the graduates of Stanford University in 2005. In it he talks about getting fired from Apple in 1985, life & death. Watch the video starting at 8:49 for the following words:

If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you will be certainly right. For the past 30 years I have looked in the mirror and asked myself, “if today were the last day of my life would I want to do what I am about to do today?” Whenever the answer is, “No” for too many days in a row, then I know I need to change things. Remembering I will be dead soon is the most important tool I have ever encountered to make the big choices in life… all pride, all fear of embarrassment of failure, these things fall away in the face of death. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking that you have something to lose. You are already naked, there is no reason not to follow your heart… No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to Heaven don’t want to die to go there. Death is the destination  we all share. No one has ever escaped it. Death is very likely single best invention of life. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will become the old to make way for the new… Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life… Don’t let the noise of other people’s opinions drown out your inner voice. Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish!

Yes, I agree with you Steve Jobs! We're all going to die anyway. So we should not dwell too much in certain problems. Life is short. Live it to the fullest. 

Kahwin

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

This topic gives me goosebumps. SCARY!!!

I've had no ideas at all that majority of my classmates are already thinking about establishing their own baitulmuslims and that some of them are actually seeking, searching for their future spouses. Now I know and this fact scares me! 

I know that this is normal, and that we're already 21 (well, some of us) and even my mom was engaged to my dad when she was at this age. But again, SCARY!!!!!!

Maybe I still feel that I'm in the 'schoolkids' stage and all that's important is my studies. 

Reality struck me. I'm going to be 21 this year! Then 22, 23, 24 and so on! The average age of women getting married! 

Is it only me, who have plans on getting my degree first, working, pursuing Masters' Degree at least, then will only I think about marriage?

To quote Maddy, 'What's with this sudden talks about marriages? What's the rush?'

This scenario about getting married is ubiquitous in UIA. There's even a form which you could fill, listing your criteria, the criteria of the person that you'd want as your future husband/wife, and the matchmaker will find the person who matched the criteria and walla, you'll be 'reserved' as the guy's future wife, possibly both of you'll get married after graduation.

Why should I be giving much thoughts about this anyway? HAHAHAHA. Ok bye. 

Penicillins, Cephalosporins, Beta Lactam drugs+Beta Lactamase inhibitors, Carbapenems, Aminoglycosides and Tetracyclines are all antibiotics

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

Okay, tajuk macam takde motif.

I handled my first study circle session yesterday. Sufi sent me to at-Tabbari to meet those halaqah members. 1st year Medical students. I was out for outing to search for bicycle before so I straight away went there with jeans (loose okay, loose) and pashmina wrapped around my head (covered okay, covered). Tak pernah dibuat facilitator halaqah datang pakai jeans dengan pashmina, cakap pasal Islam, Iman, Ihsan. Oi, don't judge people by their appearances. Siapa cakap facilitator kena bertudung labuh dan berjubah aje? 

Oh yes, 8 of us (Sarah Syau Naza Isfa Hajar Salihah Rumaisa) bought our own bicycles. Yeah!

Okay, the study circle went well I guess. Luckily I've been blessed with the skills of 'the flow of ideas when talking' LOL thanks to the debate practices at school.  We finished our study circle at 10.30 pm. Dah terlajak tak sempat nak tadarus al-Quran surah al-Israk pun. Sambung minggu depan.

So today, something interesting happened. We had our leadership class. So have to DEBATE! So I debated a lot. I mean, really A LOT! It feels so refreshing. To be able to gaduh-gaduh over petty reasons. HAHA.

I was feeling really exhausted. Had my dinner. Then ngantuk gila so I accidentally fell asleep for about 15 minutes until Isfa woke me up for Maghrib prayer (buruk perangai tidur nak dekat Maghrib tapi penat sangat!)

And then, have to study for Pharmaceutical Analysis and Pharmacology of the Peripheral Nervous System quizzes this Friday. Tomorrow maybe gonna wake up early at 4.30 a.m to study. *sigh*.

Oh yes, a thing that popped into my mind.

The Torch is IIUM Official's newspaper that is created by BEN+journalism+Mass.Comm students of IIUM Gombak. They went to the Journalism on Campus (JOC) boot camp organized by News Straits Times. 

Lepas tu datanglah si budak Pharmacy ni menyibuk tiba-tiba nak tulis artikel hantar kat The Torch. Pastu budak Pharmacy ni pun fikir 'Ko ni nak jadi Pharmacist ke journalist?'. Kalau betul-betul nak jadi journalist, apasal dulu tak amik BEN ke, Human Sciences (journalism) ke, hahaha. Syau cakap 'Tak salah pun,'. Yes, memang tak salah. 

I've always loved writing. And that includes becoming a journalist for a newspaper. The editorial board members of The Torch, I reckon they might work with News Straits Times after they graduated. Jealous much? 

Takpela, I'm destined to become a Pharmacist. Pharmacy is of course, a tough course but I like to challenge myself. I like to test my capabilities and abilities, to see up to which extent could I continue. In a way, I love Pharmacy la because it's challenging!

Journalism pulak? Urmm, see first. Part time tu okay la kot. But I still love Pharmacy. :P

Sorry for this oh-so-unproductive post. My mind is too occupied (lah sangat) with Physostigmine, Pilocarpine, Mivacurium and other Isoquinoline derivatives to be writing about politics, cultures or whatsoever. Adios!

Portable Microphone.

Assalamualaikum and hello all.

Kita mulakan dengan cerita lawak waktu 1st year.

Kes 1

Lecturer masuk kelas, pakai portable microphone lepas tu mengajar. Tiba-tiba, beliau terbatuk-batuk lalu keluar untuk batuk dengan 'privacy'. Pintu ditutup. Namun, suara batukannya bergema di speaker auditorium kerana beliau lupa untuk menanggalkan microphone tersebut. Maka tiada gunanya beliau cuba untuk menyembunyikan batuknya. Oh ya, dan saya yakin hampir 100% pelajar di auditorium itu ketawa, sama ada terbahak-bahak, berdekah-dekah atau dengan bersopan santun. 

Kes 2

Lecturer masuk kelas, pakai portable microphone lepas tu mengajar. Tiba-tiba, telefon bimbit berbunyi. Beliau pun pergi ke belakang auditorium untuk bercakap secara bersendirian. Namun, conversation antaranya dan si pemanggil bergema di speaker auditorium kerana beliau lupa untuk menanggalkan microphone tersebut. Maka tiada gunanya beliau pergi ke belakang kelas untuk bercakap secara 'private'. 

Okay, habis. Okay, tak lawak.

Minggu ni busy kelas dari pukul 8 sampai 5 petang. Hari Jumaat nanti sampai 7 malam. Lab practical 3 hari berturut-turut. Kena tulis 2 artikel yang tak start lagi pun untuk 'The Torch' (deadline rabu depan) kena buat satu lab practical (deadline rabu depan), kena pergi bagi counselling session untuk Pharmacy Practice, kena pergi OSC untuk amik nama chief facilitator+list nama budak-budak study circle. Kena organize study circle. Kena study untuk quiz Anti-infective minggu depan. 

Tapi masih ada masa untuk tulis blog, LOL. 

Monologue

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

Pernah terasa sedih, malu sangat rendah diri bila bandingkan diri kita dengan orang lain.

Eh, tak boleh rasa macam tu sekali kalau bandingkan diri kita dengan orang lain. Cop, bukan tak boleh bandingkan langsung ke diri kita dengan mereka? Setiap orang ada personaliti berbeza yang dicipta dengan keunikan tersendiri.

Belum habis sambung. Pernah terasa sedih, malu, sangat rendah diri bila bandingkan diri kita dengan orang lain. Bila bandingkan ilmu agama kita tak setara pun dengan mereka, sangat sikit, benda yang sepatutnya basic pun tak master lagi.

Post macam ni dah pernah keluar sebelum ni. Tapi delete sebab malu, LOL.

Lepas tu, tiba-tiba, kita terasa macam nak berubah ke arah kebaikan. Datang study circle pun mula-mula rasa terpaksa kemudian rasa ikhlas nak pergi sebab membaiki diri. Terasa diri sangat rendah dan kecil di sisi Allah. 

Sejak daripada tu, kalau orang ajak pergi qiamullail pun pergi, semata-mata nak ubah diri kita. 

Desktop yang ada banyak cerita korea/jepun yang selalu tengok pun terus delete semuanya. Perubahan yang drastik. Tapi pada masa yang sama rasa sedih sebab kita masih jugak buat benda yang tak sepatutnya. Walaupun cuba nak berubah, tapi susah nak berubah secara keseluruhan.

Lepas tu kita macam dah give up. Kita teruskan hidup lama yang banyak membuang masa.

Tengah-tengah lagha (perkara yg buat kita lupakan Allah) tu, tiba-tiba datang lagi keinsafan. Tapi macam tak tahu dari mana nak bermula. Kita cuba berubah. Tapi sekejap aje. Back to square one. 

Tapi niat dalam hati untuk berubah ke arah kebaikan tak pernah padam. Asyik berdoa. Cuma tak tahu bila nak mula. Harap-harap tak terlambat. Hlovate cakap 'The person who decided to change on the 12th hour dies on the 11th'.

Tak nak jadi macam tu.

Minggu kedua, orang OSC telefon. Cakap yang naqibah (facilitator) study circle sebelum ni bagi nama kat Chief Facilitator lepas tu bagi nama kat OSC untuk jadi naqibah.

Diri kita yang sangat serba kekurangan ni nak jadi naqibah. Macam kelakar pulak. Macam mana nak ubah orang lain kalau diri sendiri pun susah nak berubah? Macam mana nak suruh orang tu buat benda-benda baik tu kalau kita sendiri pun tak buat sangat?

Mula-mula rasa macam nak tolak. Tak layak. Sangat tak layak. Tapi bila fikir balik, mungkin ni jawapan daripada Allah. Ada sebabnya kenapa terpilih jadi Naqibah. Allah dah panggil, dah tolong dengan cara yang memang tak disangka-sangka. Pergi training facilitator, rasa rendah diri, ilmu yang ada sangat dangkal. Semua orang lain yang terpilih hebat-hebat belaka. Rasa tak layak.

Lepas tu Ustaz Hasmi cakap

 'Tak perlu tunggu ilmu cukup baru nak berdakwah. Dakwah ni wajib sebenarnya untuk semua orang Islam. Ilmu memang tak pernah cukup. Jangan rasa rendah diri sebab rasa ilmu tak cukup. Jadikan perasaan 'kekurangan ilmu' itu sebagai satu cabaran,"

Terasa tersentak.

Balik bilik, jumpa roommate yang lagi tinggi ilmu agamanya daripada saya. Mintak dia tolong guide sekali.
The Hunger Games:Mockingjay tinggalkan dulu. Capai 'Apa Ertinya Saya Menganut Islam' karya Fathi Yakan.

Dear Allah, please guide me towards loving you and pleasing you.

Hidup di Perantauan (lah sangat!)

Written on the 13th of September 2011

“ Tau tak awak, perasaan homesick tu sangat menyakitkan?” Malizah, a friend of mine who’s currently studying in India told me when I said that she is very lucky to get the opportunity to study in oversea. The same goes with the other lucky lots who are now studying in countries like Australia, New Zealand, etc.

As for me, I’m only in Malaysia and yet I’m having this heavy emotional feeling of missing my parents, my siblings, home, Sungai Petani and the old 5 months daily routines that I had back then at home.

I really miss all that! I hate the fact that Kuantan is so bloody far away from Sungai Petani (almost takes a whole day journey to and fro).  If only the IIUM merge the health campus together with the art campus in Gombak, then life will be heavenly and delightful. L

Then I could be together with my brother, Syafiq who’s now in IIUM Gombak. My father works in Selangor and goes home every weekend to Kedah, often taking Syafiq with him. All the people that I love are in Kedah. As or me,  I’m stuck here at the end of Malaysia with bad wifi, no transport, broken washing machine, non functioning water filter and a mahallah that is situated at the end of UIA thus it is susceptible to having intruders lurking in. *sigh*. (my friend saw a bangladeshi man jumping down from the 2nd floor to ground floor of our mahallah at 5 something a.m) And that it is situated extremely far from the café and kulliyah.(LOL, over je). 

This is the worst homesick ever. The first one would be when I first stepped my foot to CFS PJ. It was my first time leaving home. But at least I have my grandaunt there. I could always call her and stay with her at weekends or short holidays. It gives me a sense of comfort to be with someone I’ve known for a long time.

Here. Okay, I have relatives here as well but I don’t really know them that well but whenever I wanted to go home, they could send me to the bus station. Still, I could not trouble them with minor matters only your parents could help you.

I MISS MY FAMILY! MY MOTHER AND HAZIQ, ESPECIALLY!

This is the 2^nd worst or probably the worst homesick I ever have because it’s now Day 2 and yet I’ve been silently crying in my compartment every late afternoon. I guess it’s because I’m sick. I’ve been sick since Thursday last week. High Fever+flu+vomiting. Right now my thermoregulator is not functioning well and I keep on coughing. I’m having emotional instability. It’s like PMS.  Sometimes I have the mood and spirit to study sometimes I just could not care less.

I could not call my mother because I’m afraid I’ll cry.

I’m positive my fever has everything to do with this.

To think again, those who study overseas, I salute you all.

Those poor unfortunate souls in Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and those who have been stripped off their normal lives, my sympathy goes towards you.

Those who lost their parents and family members, I don’t know how you could cope with this matter. I couldn’t even stand being apart with my mother for TWO DAYS!

Of course, I have Allah. He will take care of me here. He will take care of my family. Amin.

My stomach is rumbling out of hunger (oh, will you be quiet tak payah nak manja-manja sangat as I've fed you during lunch, dinner and now breakfast okay!) and my head is spinning a bit (still recovering from the fever).

Forgive my stomach as it is currently experiencing 'culture shock' due to the lack of food here in Kuantan. Lambat sikit pegi cafe, makanan habis, hmpphh! Mahal pulak tu! Duduk rumah tak pernah kekurangan makanan, dahlah boleh tambah ikut sesuka hati. Free pulak tu! Lepas tu hujung minggu mesti cakap je 'Abah, nak makan tose masala!' mesti Abah akan tunaikan punya! *sobs*.

It's no use to lament the things that happened in the past. Let's just move on. Another SEVEN weeks to be spent here before hari raya! *faint*

Nostalgia Raya Part 1

Assalamualaikum and hello all. :)

Selamat hari raya maaf zahir batin.

Waktu sekolah rendah dulu (waktu umur saya lebih kurang 9 atau 10) ada satu family ni datang rumah. Anak-anak diorang sangat 'kurang diajar'. Orang kata, 'buas', Datang rumah orang, berkeliaran sini sana, kacau barang orang semua. Lepas tu main skuter orang sampai nak dekat rosak (baru teringat nak simpan dalam stor =___=). Macam tu lah.

Yang geram gila, parents diorang buat tak kisah je. My parents pun takkanlah nak marah anak orang. 

Lama kelamaan, budak-budak itu beserta ibu bapa mereka pun blah. Thank God!

Kita orang adik beradik memang bengang lah. 

Minggu depan pulak, parents bawak pergi beraya. Rumah siapa ni, tak pernah datang pun.

Rupa-rupanya, rumah budak-budak 'buas' tu!

Secara diam-diamnya, kami adik beradik merancang strategi balas dendam. Saya la mastermindnya

Masuk rumah, makan bihun sup beberapa kali secara gelojoh. 

Keluar rumah, main basikal budak-budak tu. 

Dah habis main basikal, masuk makan bihun lagi dengan selambanya macam buat rumah sendiri.

Main basikal lagi. 

Lepas tu makan kuih banyak-banyak. Minum air banyak.

Main lagi dengan harta persendirian orang tu.

Waktu tu tak perasan muka parents yang berubah. Diri sendiri rasa gembira dan puas sebab dapat balas dendam. Muahahaha.

Waktu nak balik tu, parents masih bermanis muka.

Masuk kereta

"APASAL TADI TAK SENONOH SANGAT PERANGAI??" (lebih kurang macam ni lah) Abah saya menjerkah.

Lepas tu Emak pulak cakap " Kalau pergi rumah orang jangan makan kuih sampai kosong balang tu. Makan sikit-sikit cukup! (nanti orang ingat kebuluran ke apa budak ni)"

Abah sambung lagi " Kalau anak orang buat macam tu kat rumah kita, jangan kita jadi macam diorang pulak. Nanti mak bapak diorang ingat sama je anak orang ni, perangai tak reti duduk diam jugak,"

Okay, tu antara apa yang saya ingat. Terus rasa tak best lepas balas dendam. 

Kadang-kadang terfikir jugak, mungkin budak-budak yang 'buas' tu pun kena marah dengan mak bapak diorang waktu masuk dalam kereta. Mungkin mak bapak diorang tu pun macam mak bapak saya, tak nak marah anak diorang depan orang sebab tak nak malukan kita. Takkan nak menjerit-jerit dekat anak depan orang ramai yang tak berapa nak dikenali (bukan sanak saudara). 

Selepas kes ini, saya dan adik-adik menunjukkan keperibadian tinggi dan bersopan santun ketika bertandang ke rumah orang. xD

Hey, I was only 9 or 10. Biasalah tu, budak-budak. :P