Of Dramaticness

"Orang yang dramatic selalu dapat misadventures"- quoted by me.

It happened again.

The question is, should I embrace this 'dramatic' side of me?

Or should I shun it, never to become dramatic ever again?

I love this dramatic side of me,

But I agree, I am getting a bit overboard.

There have been lessons/tests that Allah has given me.

Amongst them,

Tests of Confidence (Operation ABORT Inferiority Complexes)

Tests of Not comparing yourself with others

Tests of Perseverance! (oh yes!)
Tests of Not caring what people think of you (yeeesss) 

So far I did well in those tests I guess.
Those tests had lead me towards loving myself and my flaws, by not comparing myself to others, not caring what people think of me, to never give up whenever I failed something. 

But there is another test

"Test of dramaticness". 

A dramatic person will never become a good leader. 

So I think I failed this test. 

There will be a number of tests regarding this. And I hope I will ace them all. Never give up! Nooo!!

And then there'll come another series of tests, all serves to change myself into a better person. 

Till then... 

Less than a year to go.

Salaam'alaik

Yesterday was the IPhA's Annual Grand Meeting, and it was an event organized by us, the Rx9, the final year/fourth year seniors of Kulliyyah of Pharmacy.

Together with a sarcastic yet very responsible guy, the two of us were assigned as the Heads of Public Relation and Protocol for the AGM. It means that we have to approach the candidates, take their details and forced them to sign the consent forms.

It is not at all an easy job. You'll get stressed out dealing with different kind of people. The deadline is approaching and yet, there is still a number of candidates who wouldn't contend for some posts of IPhA. And thus one day, we found out that a presidential candidate from the notorious 3rd year refused to contend for the presidential post, because he said he was being prank by his classmates.

Then, came the day where some of us final year students marched into the 3rd year lecture hall next door and I went to the rostrum and said "Do you think it's mature for you guys to be playing pranks to someone on an important thing like this?" and "This time, no pranks are allowed!" 

Thus, the election to nominate the presidential candidates was carried out once again. Top 3 candidates were chosen by their batch for the Presidential post. All 3 candidates were very enthusiastic, kudos to them for their efforts.

Anyway, iira and I were paired as the MCs for the election session. It was an informal emceeing and it was fun! It was way better than the last time we were paired together for an informal emceeing which was during our first year. :D Yeah, asides from the inevitable stammers here and there, I'm quite satisfied with our performance last night. 

All 99 of us worked very hard to ensure that everything would turn out okay. Because we were working with each other, of which we had been together for almost 4 years, and that we know each other well (some of us), this spells unity. We were very united when it comes to jobs like this. This AGM kinds of reflects our batch's achievement, all those hard works we had done finally paid off.

And I think I'm gonna miss this moment when I've graduated. 

Honestly, I regret not having much fun when I was at school, because I was focusing too much on my studies, and that there were that inferiority complexes, all those 'internal' problems, the battles with myself, that hinders me from having fun with my friends. Thus, I don't have that much of memories with my friends. 

Thus as I embarked into my foundation years, I have made it clear that 'I SHALL HAVE FUN AND I SHALL MAKE MEMORIES!!' and yes, looking back at those glorious 2 years of CFS, I am glad that I have made that decision. I didn't regret for any single thing that I haven't done when I was in CFS, because, I have done almost everything! I found great friends there, yes. I made great memories, I had lots of fun! Alhamdulillah. 

This 'principle' of 'making memories' continues even until here. So far, I enjoyed the time I had spent with my friends throughout this almost 4 years of undergraduate studies. I joined almost all the activities organized and I can say that I have made lots of memories (bitter and sweet! haha).

So yes, the 1st semester of the final year is almost coming to its end. One more semester to go and we will graduate from this university, armed with knowledge, full with experiences, insya Allah.

I gotta say, that I'm gonna miss my classmates. I'm gonna miss the havocs in the class, sitting together in the lecture halls, trying not to fall asleep whenever the lecturer is talking, haha.

Yup, so that's all from me. Thank you for reading. 

6 years old!!!

6 years ago, a few weeks after I had finished my SPM Examination, with no plan whatsoever on what to do with my life ( I was a confused 17 years old teen), I decided to create a blog. That particular day fell on the 14th of December 2007.

Fast forward to 6 years later, it is now, the 14th of December 2013!!! And I'm already in my final year of the Pharmacy course!!!! 

So, yes. Happy Birthday to this blog!!!! :D

I'll try my best to continue blogging for as long as my head is sane, and as long as my hands could type, insya Allah. 

To you, small number of special selected people who could tolerate my nonsense, dramas and antics, you guys are the awesome-st people on earth! Thank you for reading my blog!!! Feel free to take a slice of cake from anywhere (bayar sendiri!!) to commemorate the 6th birthday of this blog! Hahaha

With that, thank you! :) 

Robotic Android

Taken from here 

"While other would come to the class without their homework done because they were reading about an interest of theirs, I never missed an assignment" 

LOL HEYYY I read about my wide range of interests most of the time as well, but then again, I'd never failed to submit my assignments/lab reports ON TIME too! 

I get it, he's a robot. Hehh.... 

Dr Whodoodle

My personal best score so far with the initial selection of David Tennant as the 10th Doctor who made it through all the 'adventures' with NO REGENERATION!!! xD (I hate the graveyard scene)

I reckon I could get a higher score but I have other things to do... 

Till then, who-dles!!! 

of Relationship with Him...

Thinking about my life throughout these years from the moment I've been introduced into this world and until now, I realized that Allah really loves me so much. He had given me a wonderful family with healthy/amazing parents and siblings, I am born without any mental or physical disabilities, I am bestowed with the gift of a good brain (only that I do not fully utilize it and that is entirely my fault, haha) that I could pursue my studies up to the tertiary level. I am so blessed! You know, out of 7 billion world population, he had picked me to be amongst the fortunate ones, giving me everything that I need, and of course it is for a solid reason.

Now,what have I done so far to reciprocate His love towards me? I know that with all the good things he had given me, there must be something that He wished I would think and reflect of. The 'good things' served to ease my path towards what had been written for me. Everything is ready, but it is me who is not moving. 

Perhaps because I am being complacent. Unlike Malala Yousafzai, education was given to me instead of me seeking for it. I was born in a country which emphasizes on the importance of education (especially for women) instead of the one which banned the education for girls and women. I am so ashamed with myself.

The best thing to do right now is to focus on my relationship with Allah. I must please Allah in every aspect, in every single moment in my life. Whenever I am about to do something, I would ask myself "Would Allah approve of this?". I fully realized the importance of a strong relationship with my Creator. He is the Provider, the Compeller, the Bestower of Peace, the Bestower of Honour, the Protector, and soo many other attributes from all the 99 of His beautiful and magnificent names (Asma al Husna). 

As for now, I have found the answer to my question. How could I reach the place which He wanted me to go? That place is Jannah of course. 

The answer is straightforward, simple and that everyone knows about it, but not everyone realizes the importance of it: To do everything sincerely because of Him. 

When I attempt to please Allah, I would work hard, solely because of Him, and not because of other non-powerful human beings. I would not do anything that could invoke His wrath, as this could damage our relationship. I've just realized that whenever I had done something bad (and that I feel veerrryyy bad afterwards), He does not directly punish me. He loves me so much that He wanted me to repent to Him. 

I admit that there were times when my imaan was up and down, and when I was in the 'down moment', I feel so lonely and helpless. There is this hole in my heart that can't filled with anything else other than my love towards Allah. I want to love Him again, I want to experience the feeling of being in love with Him, again, just like during my 'up moments'. And so, I went back towards His embrace, and I feel ashamed with myself, for doing this over and over again. But I am reminded of the fact that I am not a prophet or a messenger. I am just a human being that is not maksum (pure/free from sin). I know that Allah wanted me to go back towards Him, just like a loving mother who would always welcome her children no matter what wrong things they had committed. 

So, let's just please Allah and no one else. Human beings would never be pleased. Allah looks at our efforts while the humans judge us by our achievements/results.
Memorize the meanings of the 99 names of Allah. He has ALL the attributes of which if you really understand each one of them, it would help you survive in this temporary, imperfect world. 

With that, may peace be upon you and may you have a great blessed day ahead! :) 

The Queen of Procrastination and Procrastinators.

Indeed, I am THE CLEANER, THE LIST MAKER, THE NAPPER, THE SIDE TRACKER, THE INTERNET RESEARCHER, THE WATCHER AND THE PERPETUATOR! HAHAHA

From 9gag.com 

End of Rehab

I had forgotten to post about my 7 days twitter addiction rehab programme.

Well, it's over! Yaay! I am so proud of myself for being able to resist the temptation of tweeting and even opening the twitter tab, haha.

One important thing that I have learned from this 7 Days rehab is: "It is not necessary to let most of your thoughts known to other people". 

Anyway, thoughts I have been saving throughout the duration of the Rehab (most of them Random, it is soo me): 

1. Saw an old lady selling kerepek in front of A&W. She seemed so pitiful and she looked at me with her pleading eyes, asking me to buy her kerepek. I told her to wait first, as I'm gonna go inside to buy burger and drinks. Then I munched on my burger, talking to my friends at the same time thinking about that old lady. I took a peek outside and found that she was still there. There was a well-dressed woman buying kerepek from the old lady. I smiled and went ahead talking to my friends, deciding to buy kerepek from her as soon as I stepped out from A&W. But alas, as my friends and I went out from the fast food restaurant, the old lady was nowhere to be seen. I was quite sad and regretted my decision of not buying the kerepek from her earlier. I vowed to buy kerepek from her on Thursday, where I'll be going to the Kemaman Hospital again for attachment. I prayed that I will meet that old lady again. But when I went there again, the old lady was not there. I am sad. The moral of the story is, when there comes a chance for you to do good to others, GRAB that chance, never let it go! Or else you'll regret it, just like me. I don't know why, I have soft spots towards the elderly and small kids, perhaps because the geriatric people remind me of my late grandmothers, and small kids remind me of my little brother Haziq.

2. The physicians handwritings at Hospital Kemaman are WAYYYY BETTER than the ugly handwritings of the physicians from HTAA. HTAA suffocates me with its crowded wards and MOs/specialists yelling to the HOs during ward rounds. The pharmacists at HTAA are very good and experienced, but they could be too strict somehow. I dislike it when a person corrected the mistakes of another person in a not-so-nice way. I mean come on, we're learning! 

3.  I used to hate it whenever someone pointed out my mistakes directly or that I have realized about my mistakes by myself. But now, I have grown to accept who I am and to improve myself in many things. I realized that those 'embarrassing moments' of 'discovering your mistakes' actually are lessons meant to be taken. Hence, I don't feel that embarrassed anymore. There were initial embarrassments of course. But you just got to move forwards and try not to make that same mistake again. =)

4.The feeling of receiving your new parcels is very indescribable. It is like, you're getting a present from someone, and that someone is YOU!!. I think that I am addicted towards online shopping. First it's books, then moving on to clothes and stuffs! Oh God! I think I am transforming into a woman. My mom would approve of this! And I think it is time for me to introduce to my tomboy-ish sister, the 'wonderful world of clothes'. I gotta admit that I did experience some buyers' remorse once in a while. But you learned from your experience right? And once you had bought something that really meets your expectation, you will feel extremely satisfied and happy! I hereby declare that I have fully grasped the meaning of 'retail therapy'.

5. The best revenge is IMMENSE SUCCESS! Also to prove it to those arrogant people/any arrogant person.

6. I miss skating so much. Be it roller blading or ice skating, I've done both. :) I was happy when I found out that I could fit into Haziq's size-adjustable roller blades and so being the child as I always am, I happily 'bladed' around the house porch, while my other siblings with their big shoe size looked at me jealously. :P

7.  Re-watching 'Pendekar Bujang Lapok' for the umpteenth time! No matter how many times that scenes had been played again and again, that the same dialogues had been uttered again and again up till the point where I can memorize those memorable lines, the movie (and his other movies) had never ceased to amaze me, had never failed to entertain me, for P.Ramlee is a legend, and he will always remain a legend, the best and most versatile actor/director/musician/scriptwriter in the world!

Ah well, that's all for now I guess. Toodles! :D 

Remaining Average

Taken from 9gag. 

The Seven Days Twitter Addiction Rehab Programme

I have been tweeting since 2009, which is quite early as compared to 90% of my friends of twitter, and 80% of those on Twitter now (made up my own statistics for the latter, LOL). 

The desire to log in to twitter and to just express my thoughts freely in just 140 characters, to communicate virtually with others, to look at what other tweeters have in store for me based on their tweets, is just...overwhelming!

The first website that I'd browse the moment I woke up in the morning would be twitter, and I'd keep on opening the twitter tab even though there's nothing! I'd scroll down for the tweets from other 'tweeters' in case I had missed anything and until I've reached to the bottom of the page (whereby the tweets were the ones I have read before), I'd scroll up again, and the cycle is repeated over and over again. 

I know that this addiction has to stop now, or it will NEVER be stopped! Thus before it will take its toll on me, I decided to intervene! By MYSELF! I mean, I couldn't stay this way forever! 

Two years ago, I had came across this interesting article in the Female Magazine (Emma Watson cover) about how the editorial team had made a 7 days abstinence programs for themselves. Those programs were

1. Facebook Addiction Rehab

2. TV addiction Rehab

3. Angry Birds Addiction Rehab

and there are some others.

Right after they have finished their 'Rehab program', they emerged as someone new, someone who had been reborn (LOL), what else? Cleansed, purified, washed? :P
 What's more, throughout the 7 days, they had done many beneficial things in the hours that they usually spent on Twitter/Facebook/in front of the television. 

Like I said, I have to do something about this 'Twitter Addiction'. Let's just give it a 7-day trial. If it is a success, then I'd continue it, insya-Allah.

And I'd make another 'Rehab Program' for myself, like 'Facebook Rehab Programme'. Facebook can be so mentally and emotionally unhealthy, you know. FYI, I'm not addicted to facebook. 

Or, 'Internet Rehab Programme'. This is too drastic, isn't it? Haha.

I'm glad I never got to try to play 'Candy Crush'. I heard that it is highly addictive. 

Know, for the 7 Days Twitter Rehab Programme, I have several things in mind:

1. I am not allowed to access the Twitter website (log out!!!) for 7 days. 

2. If I feel like 'tweeting', I should read a book instead. And that book would be 'Robert Kiyosaki's 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad'. LOL. 

3. If I feel like tweeting, I should blog instead. 

4. Maybe I should post diary entries on '7 Days without Twitter'. :P

So yes, that's all for me. The '7 Days Twitter Rehab Programme' will commence on the 10th of November 2013, 12 midnight! 

You see, I envy my friends who do not have facebook accounts, who are not active of Facebook, who do not have Twitter accounts, who tweeted very RARELY. 

Of course, envy couldn't solve anything. Besides, I have the power to control myself! 

Bye Twitter, see you in another 7 days (or longer than that, I hope!) 

Determined!

Mom called, and she inspired me to keep focusing on my goals!

It is not the time to daydream, Sarah. I mean, you should not daydream 24/7 (not that I ever did), you must focus on your goals!

The so-called problems around you are INSIGNIFICANT! They only served to distract you away from your true path, your destiny! LOL

Okay, focusing on my goals.

It's 1.44 am, and I'm typing my PBB report due Friday. Hehehe..

PBB: Pharmaceutical Biotechnology and Biopharmaceutics. 

Marilah kita mendengar lagu yang inspiring originally by Michael Bolton, an entertaining acapella rendition by Rendezvous Quartet. Hehe.

Of running

So, my friends and I joined the iPhA-Race and we got...

Number SEVEN out of EIGHT!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

You know, the result is expected since the beginning. Not just us, but the other teams as well. 

We have never been that athletic but we ran quite far, and quite fast. 

I've never realized that I love running so much. 

So, yeah. It's just a disappointment that we couldn't prove to others that we the non-athletic people could do it. 

It's a double disappointment that we could not answer the questions given to complete the crossword puzzle. We arrived quite early at the finishing line, but we couldn't solve the crossword puzzle. The questions ranged from the 1st year till the 4th year.

What's more, the clue for the first station is ABSURD! Who on earth would rest at the Talhah Gazebo before going to the Kulliyyah of Pharmacy? Except for the gardeners and workers of course!

Anyway, let's just say that the top 3/top 5 places were not meant for us. 

I don't know, I'm disappointed with myself for being embarrassed with our position. We literally ran to the mahallah when they were about to announce the winners for the race, LOL. 

Someone told us that a brother from our group took the hamper on our behalf. Now why can't we just be proud of our own achievement? We have done our best, we have ran the fastest that we could, we have fully utilized each of our own mental capacity. 

And when we did not win, and that we got the 2nd last place, we mourned instead. We got embarrassed. I mean, it's ME who got embarrassed.  How I really wished that I could walk confidently with my head held high, taking the hamper and give my biggest smile. 

It's because I hate losing. I hate failures or anything that does not define 'success'. I am ashamed to say that the undesirable Chinese trait had ran in my blood. Kiasu-ness. My aunt said that Kiasu-ness runs in our family (my Singaporean mother's side). I can't help being kiasu though I am not in any position whatsoever to become one. 

And Luna told me that I am a perfectionist. I never realized I was. Then it hit me, I am actually a perfectionist! T__T

Is perfection everything? Does the top position mean everything to me? Do I really need to prove my self-worth to everyone in the form of a measly competition like this? Or any other worldly competition? Do I really need to jump into the bandwagon of the 'rat race'?

Another thing is that I hate being competitive, and losing in the competition that I've created myself. 

The wise people said that in every life's event, there is a lesson to be learned. Well, I have learned my lesson. Now it's time for the 'practical exam'. The 'practical exam' will happen sooner or later, and I hope that I will be prepared by that time. I'm scared of 'practical exams'. I hope it does not involve my studies. T__T 

I realized that there's so much that I need to change in myself. No no, as perfectionist as I am, I can't become a perfect person. No one could. It's just that when life throws lessons towards us, we know that those lessons are meant to be learned. Sometimes, we could just embrace our imperfections! For example, I hate my 'spontaneity'! 

Good day to you all. 

My Luna Lovegood.

We were on our nightly walk from the library to the mahallah when Luna said 

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you what I think about your magazine,"

I clutched her hands, exclaiming "Oh no, is it that bad?"

I paused for a while, and said "Oh, never mind, I should be able to accept criticisms," 

She seemed amused and asked "Do you really want to hear the criticisms?"

I nodded "Yes, I need that to improve myself,"

And so, Luna began

"I thought that the magazine is good! There are some sentences that were accidentally cut-out by the designers, including the dean's speech (laughing), other than that, the whole contents are great, no grammatical errors, the designs are quite good, except for the last article. The design needs to be improved,"

I heaved a sigh of relief "I guess it's not that bad. You couldn't expect everything to be perfect,"

"Yes, it's great! You shouldn't be too hard on yourself," Luna labelled me as a perfectionist, something that I never thought I am . 

"Anyway, it's my first time doing this job,"

"Oh, it's your first time, then it's great!"

She continued "One word of advice. You shouldn't do everything by yourself. You might read the whole thing and you didn't realize of the mistakes committed. You should let another person to read it as well, so that she could detect the mistakes that you did not see," 

Wise. As expected of her. Thanks Luna! =)

Luna (not her real name) is a one-year-older Algerian friend I have made for the past six months (since the previous semester). She is currently pursuing her Masters here in IIUM Kuantan. We got to know each other ever since she posted several comments on my blog, way before she came to Malaysia. We finally met each other here in Kuantan. 

She's a book lover, someone weird (just like me!) I think I have found someone I could confide my problems to, someone whom I could talk to, about people I have issues with. LOL. It's because she is not a Malaysian, and she is not my classmate, and she doesn't know who are my friends. So it's kind of liberating to finally let everything out to her, to pour out my heart's contents and to be relieved with the support she gave. She is a good listener and she responds well to my rants and babbles, haha. Most importantly, we agree on most matters and that she does not JUDGE me. 

So, thank you Luna. I feel blessed that Allah sent you here for me all the way from Algeria. =) 

May our friendship lasts till Jannah. 

Heartbroken

A so-called tragedy had befallen me.

It is in the form of a magazine of which I had put so much efforts into. There were some errors here and there, partly due to the designers' well....(insert something). Anyway, the editor's face in front (besar gedabak gambar tu!) is the face that everyone knows and will put heaps of comments to, the one that people will criticize. "Now why didn't the editor check each and every word of every article before deciding to print the magazine?" Yeah, I know. It's my fault. Also due to some agreements we have made with the lecturer of which the students don't have any idea of, but unfortunately, the 'agreements' had materialized into something that had been perceived as 'errors and confusions'. Why, why why? They asked. Well, the team and I have done our best, and that's what matters most. Soon after I arrived at my room, I had stashed the magazine away to the bookshelf, never to look at it again. But when I went to a friend's room, she had taken the magazine from her shelf and pointed every single flaw of the magazine to me. *sad*. Well, I have to learn how to accept criticisms. 

So yeah, I have apologized to my class.

This kind of embarrassing but EQ-building moment had led me to reminisce the horrible unfortunate event that I have experienced in my first year in IIUM. The moment of public embarrassment in front of over hundreds of people in the auditorium, looking and scrutinizing my every action on stage. The moment where the program manager rolled his eyes towards me, of which I instantly wished that the stage would collapse at that very moment or that I will sink into the deep core of the earth. 

So yeah, the first public humiliation experienced during my first semester of my first year in IIUM and also the current public humiliation experienced now, during my first semester of my final year in IIUM.

There are other so-called humiliations and regrets that I have experienced throughout these 4 years here. It's a part and parcel of life of course. *sigh*. *take a deep breath*. 

And oh, humans. Humans are those imperfect beings that you couldn't help but to get annoyed with or get irritated by them at times, but because they are imperfect, you can't really blame them for their actions. 

Screw all these embarrassments! Listen here, and LISTEN WELL. I, am going to become someone SUCCESSFUL in the future! 

These so-called tragedies would become parts of my 'hurdles while climbing up the ladder of success'. 

Like what I always said to my younger brother, who have had bitter experiences and disappointments of his own, "Orang yang berjaya ni selalunya Allah bagi dugaan besar sikit berbanding orang biasa'. 

Thanks Allah for giving me the strength. Alhamdulillah. Just like the Great Jang Geum, 

"I WOULD NEVER GIVE UP! NO ONE CAN FORCE ME TO GIVE UP!" 

I am not being presumptuous. This is my own way of consoling myself. 

With that, arigato gozaimasu...*bows* 

Before and After

Bak kata Iira, "Muka semua orang lepas Tutorial CPK Bro. Tarek". 

Indeed! Muka I jugak lepas habis PT attachment kat hospital. Lepas habis discussion dengan pharmacist and lecturer. Muka frustrated bila tak dapat meet the pharmacist's expectations, what the lecturer wants. This feeling of incompetence. Macam ni laaa...

Muka bila habis tutorial CPK yang dah pening-pening dengan banyak formula, equations and such..Muka confused bila dapat tahu "Eh kenapa tukar dengan value ni, lepas tu value tu pulak?" This feeling of "Macam mana ni, dah fourth year, next year dah kerja kat hospital". Macam ni laaa..

Oh yeah, 

Glossary:

PT: Pharmacotherapeutics

CPK: Clinical Pharmacokinetics

I'm in my final year now. It's the final run. I'm getting near to the finishing line now. I just need to speed up! Just a little bit more! There there... 

And my seniors ramai dapat Sabah and Sarawak. There there... 

Wassalam. 

Mr. Lembu Goes to Heaven

Outdated Post #1

Spent our Aidiladha in Malaysia's Jelapang Padi --> Kedah! :)

Woke up at 5 something, performed Subuh prayer, self-preparation, early breakfast and we set off to Pokok Sena, Alor Setar from Sungai Petani. :) 

Haziq was sleeping throughout the journey. 

 It was a nice early morning weather. Cloudy, yeah.. Sorry for the bad picture. Captured it while I was in the car. 

Meet the handsome Mr. Lembu #1 :) 

Meet the stubborn Mr.Lembu #2. It kept trying to run away!! Dx 

 Mr. Lembu #1 was being very cooperative.

 Pinning its forelegs down...

 Look at its eyes... :(

 Dah kena sembelih. I gotta admit that there were tears in my eyes. Diorang laungkan takbir raya waktu nak sembelih Mr. Lembu. Of course la sebak....

You know what people said "Tak boleh kesian kat binatang korban. Nanti tak boleh makan,". Can anyone give me a reliable hadith/dalil or Quranic ayat regarding this? I mean, I meredhai pemergian Mr.Lembu (LOL) but as a normal human being with humanistic feelings, of course I couldn't help but to feel sad upon witnessing 'deaths', be it human beings/animals. My youngest brother Haziq, 9 years old also couldn't control his feelings. He's only a kid! 

To Mr. Lembu who was about to breathe out its last breath, I silently said "Be patient. It's only a bit more. You'll go to heaven, Mr. Lembu,"  

Farewell, Mr. Lembu. Heaven awaits you. :') 

What happened during QA class

The subject Quality Assurance is well... (insert something). It's an interesting subject but...

To avoid myself from succumbing into the world of wonders upon closing my eyes, I decided to avert my attention towards something else.

So I had made up my list of inspirational women, ranging from Nellie Bly to Fa Mulan of the Disney movie 'Mulan'. I also made up my 'to-watch list' which mainly consists of anything Jane Austen related, from 1995's Clueless (watched it, but gonna download it! :P) to the semi autobiographical movie 'Becoming Jane' with Anne Hathaway as Jane Austen. 

I listened to Dr.H talking about the landfills and proper pharmaceutical waste disposal methods, at the same time thinking about my list when suddenly, 

Dr H: You know last time on TV, there was a story about (something environment) covered by that reporter. What was his name, Karamjit Singh?

Me: KARAM SINGH WALIA!!! (in a very loud voice)

And people started laughing and looking at me. I literally covered my face in embarrassment. 

The End. 

All Grown Up

It's quite random actually. I suddenly decided to read the old posts (talking bout 2008 till 2010?) of this person's blog, this someone I've known since school.  I read some of the posts, the comments I have posted, and I smiled. :)

2007-2013. 5 years have passed. I was so immature back them. I'm not that matured now, but at least I'm in a process of growing up, to learn how to think like how an adult should think, I think. :P

It's the same when you read back your old blog posts and got all embarrassed looking at the things you're not supposed to write, things you're not supposed to tell others. Things not worth telling though.

I realized that as you grow up, you become more self-conscious as to how you appear to others. That's the reason why I no longer express my thoughts as freely as I could now, as compared to 5-6 years ago. There are pros and cons to this. 

People who have been reading my blog ever since I started writing it (just finished my SPM) until now (when I'm about to leave university and embrace the 'working world!') would have observed how much I've changed all these years, from writing style to how I perceive life and whatever lies in it. Right?

So this blog chronicles my life after the BIG SPM, agony of waiting for the results, getting the results, agony of choosing which course to take, which uni to go, which path to walk on, then moving on to my series of adventures and misadventures in CFS (2 years of them!) and going to Kuantan to pursue my degree-freshman year, sophomore year, junior year and now ahemm. SENIOR YEAR!

So much things had happened to me, and these are the things that slowly moulded me and shaped me to become a better person than I was 5 years ago (I hope so!). 

What is this, an introduction to 'sarahkushairi.blogspot.com'? Whoa, this blog had witnessed how much I've grown up! People I've met, friends I've made, unfulfilled dreams, new paths that I had taken, that kind of thing. The various short-lived phases that I've gone through- J-Dramas, Matsumoto Jun, Arashi, and... others, were also depicted on this blog. 

I don't know. All these had stemmed from after I have 'visited' that blog of an old friend, randomly.  

And oh, yup. I started blogging when I was sixteen. That old, first blog of mine still exist. (I won't give anyone the URL). I 'visited' it occasionally, and laughed at the things that I wrote there. Mostly it was about 'what happened at school'. 

Do you want to get a glimpse of how 'Sarah' was like 1-2-3-4-5-6 years ago? Well, I don't really recommend this, but you could browse through the archive of this blog, from December 2007 till now, October 2013. You might get slightly annoyed with the old me. Haha. If you're curious la. 

To finally end this post, a quote that I made up for i-Mag (I'm the editor). 

Napi (the manager) wanted something that reflects 'happiness' and 'KOP students'. Those are the keywords. I couldn't find any appropriate quote that fits the keywords. And so, I decided to make my own quote, LOL (iit is also to maintain the originality of the magazine). Here it is:

'Memories must be prescribed, for happiness to be dispensed'. 

 I know it sounds weird as you read it the first time. But try to ponder upon this quote, and you'd finally get what I'm trying to convey. As I read this quote to my friends, they agree that memories, be it bitter or sweet, will definitely leave traces of happiness in your life, sooner or later. You might think something that you're going through now, as something awful. But give it time, you'll look back at it and think it's funny (someone told me this). 

And then you laughed. Laughter is synonymous with happiness.

Smile. :) Make lots of memories! Be happy!

With that, assalamualaikum and adieu! 

PCE Part Two

The committee members had just posted the videos on facebook. So here it is.

Me and 'makcik' Alice

When you're about to watch this video, please set the screen definition into 480p (the highest definition there is). And oh yes, my voice is...unusual. I don't like it that much( it really sounds weird when you listen to yourself talking). Most importantly, pay attention to the 'makcik's superb acting!! :D Makcik boleh masuk sitkom makcik! xD 

That's all from me. Assalamualaikum. 

Fourth Chapter of Final Year

So I went to the first debate practice last night. Not exactly debating, but watching those awesome guys debated about this particular topic. 

I was the oldest/most senior person there. So sad. Didn't realize that I was that old until two junior guys there (1st year Pharmacy) asked for my tips on 'time management'. "Kak Syahirah (yeah, Syahirah!), macam mana nak manage time?" LOL !Are you guys for real?. Okay, I'm already old. I'm a senior. I'm a fourth year student. I'm a FINAL year student. 

And oh, the debaters are so freaking awesome that they gave me inferiority complexes. I know, you need a A LOT of practices. Correct Grammar doesn't matter like seriously. Haha. As long as you can deliver your points, and make the audience understand, then it is okay. 

Speaking of the name 'Syahirah'. I almost forgot that I have this name, :P. I lost my matric card, and I paid for the new one, and put the name 'Syahirah' in front, so that I wouldn't forget my identity. From now on, whenever I meet a new person/a group of people, I'd introduce myself as 'Syahirah'! :D

Oh, I think I have told you that I am so happy and comfortable being in a laboratory, doing my research project. I feel so calm and peaceful, surrounded by amber bottles of chemicals and laboratory apparatus. I'd be happier if I'm alone in the lab, that I'd softly hum my favourite songs while washing the used lab utensils. 

My future house shall include a library and a laboratory for my personal use. I'm already thinking of converting the spare room upstairs into a laboratory. But I guess my mom wouldn't let me do that. 

I think I've been influenced by my favourite childhood cartoon- Dexter's Laboratory, or maybe I lacked sleep. 

Well, that's all! :D