another block

i'm back in Kuantan. after about 11 days of rest with less than 7 at home, i begin the 4th block of my first year here. this block we'll be learning epidemiology (biological statistics) and anatomy covering the upper limbs and lower limbs. my seniours said that this block would be relaxing but after a glance at the schedule, that doesn't seem the case. everything always becomes harder with our batch.. malang sket kot.

i think a week of hols is enuf since mine don't collide with my friends hols.. twas not much fun at home all alone. i thought lazing around would be fun but it proved to be otherwise.

at the early stages of my hols, before i arrived home, i wrote some stuf.. then at home i became so malas, i didn't write anything..

so here's a bit of what i jotted down..

Sunday 20th feb 2005, 1.30 am

I’m still at KY’s. This time Niebs has joined me. We went to matrix PJ this afternoon and had lunch there. Oh, good food, plenty of choices and at student prices too. Yeah, those were the days, compared to the dull menu, tasteless lauks and high prices in Kuantan’s mahallat az-zahrawi café. We’ve had several different operators since I came to Indera Mahkota. All of which have provided unsatisfactory service and had to have their tenders terminated. I’d rather eat magi now than go to the café.

After matrix, we went to One Utama and I got to see where KY worked at on weekends. Art Attack, wow. Then we shopped till evening and I bought presents for ustazah Hamidah and her baby.

I helped KY make tomyam for dinner then we ate it while watching Ocean’s Eleven. Then niebah and I watched Queer eye for the straight guy. The fab five are absolutely gross. Talented, but gross.

Sometimes when I compare myself to my friends, I think I’m the worst of the lot, the devil among the saints. I’m the only one who watches and knows all about TV, movies, songs, MTV, even cartoons. Man, these girls are pure. But sometimes, I do learn a lot from TV and movies.

Anyways, KY got me a new hp. It’s the same as the old one; no color, no radio, no cam. But hey it’s better than nothing. Better than a broken down quarter screen second hand yellow hand phone that is moodier than me. And beggars can’t be choosers.

KY also bought my sisters and I new watches-cum-bracelets. Totally cool. This time the watch fits my wrist nicely. The one I bought previously was a bit longgar.


SUNDAY 20th Feb 2005, 10.30 PM

BABY RUFAIDAH

I’m at Ustazah Hamidah’s new house in Kota Damansara. At last, I finally came and got to see the new baby born on the eventful Tsunami day. The baby’s named Rufaidah after the 1st nurse in history.

I came this morning with Cbah, Asma and Nik. KY sent me to the Asia Jaya LRT and I had to meet up my friends at the Universiti station carrying all my stuff. I think I looked like an idiot carrying so much stuff. My friends laughed at the sight of me. Huh…

Then we went on the Metrobus 99 which stopped right in front of Ustazah’s house. We played with Nusaybah and Sumayyah, then had ustazah’s specialty; nasi arab. That afternoon there was a daurah at USJ so since I was sleeping at ustazah’s I tagged along to the program and got to meet many juniors of mine. We dropped off my friends at matrix and picked up nibah and 7 other girls as well as Ustazah Anisah plus all 3 of usatazah’s kids. It was one full unser. I didn’t get much input because i was attending to the kids and then slept throughout the last quarter of the talk.

During the trip back, Sumayyah urinated on Nik Su’s lap but didn’t wake up. When she did awaken,she threw a fit and kept on crying and shouting. She reminded me of me when i was little. Not the peeing part but the throwing tantrums part. I used to merajuk easily and expect to be pujuked everytime. One time ayah gave me one pound and i stopped crying immedietly. Another time he only gave me 50p and i continued to cry till i had no more tears. Kesian my parents having had to deal with me. Now i’m much more patient and less materialistic... heh

JINXED

Argh... i really think i’m jinxed and cursed when it comes to techno gyzmos. They just don’t like me asyek nak rosak je. This new hp rosak sket. It doesn’t want to reecive KY’s calls. After i reset the simcard baru nak ok. Ya Allah please help me take care of my possessions. Ameen.

WEALTH

I used to dream of matrimony to a wealthy person. Why? So i can buy loads of stuff and i won’t have to worry so much about my destructive nature. I’ll have someone to buy me stuff and replace all of my broken things... hmm...a bit materialistic eh...

But now i realise that the cons of being rich outweighs its pros;
1.On Yaumul Qiyamah, the rich will be among the last to be questioned and thus be among the last to enter Jannah
2.one will be asked from where he got his wealth and how he spent it
3.People will always be jealous and plan for the rich peoples demise
4.One is easily distracted from remembering Allah when they have money printed in their eyes.
5.He’ll afford to support another wife... noooh waay hohzay