During Epidemiology lecture in Prophylactic Department yesterday, there were only 5 of my groupmates attended the lecture. And I was the only girl among those guys. The rest of them were students from the other groups. The story was, during the break, they were chatting about some plans that they wish they could do. I overheard it and was wondering what kind of plans they wanted to fulfill.

Later on they told me that it was about their back up plan if only they can’t manage to complete their study successfully. I just couldn’t resist to laugh listening to their plans. 1 thing that I had enough to laugh on was to become a steward but surely not in Malaysia. Instead, to work with an international airline service. Clear enough. This can help him to avoid meeting people in Malaysia who will keep asking where on earth he has been working as a doctor. God forbid, I don’t want it to happen too but at least they are a step ahead of me to have prepared for the worst. So, when the second part of the lecture continued, I daydreamed at my seat and it turned out that my friend who sat next to me laughed at me after looking through my list.

1) To fit in as Mak Andak’s nanny in Alexanderia, Egypt. If then she doesn’t need one anymore, I will proceed

2) To become a full time blogger and run e-money for my earning and surely will use a different nick name. I’m thinking of a name that sound not so me. Kajol Malaya for instance. Hehe. But if that still can make people notice my existence in Malaysia not as a doctor, I will proceed to

3) Live sound and silent in the most rural town in Sabah and run a children care center. If it happens to be my dear friends are sent to work in the nearby hospital and notice me there, I will

4) Marry Annas and live in Syria! Aaaa…. Tak mau! (refer to entries on Monolog Bersama Iman i-finale to recall who Annas is).

I know I don’t want it. So, let’s strive for a better tomorrow. A better than good, insya Allah.

Happy Teacher’s Day to all my teachers, ustaz ustazah, lecturers, doctors and specially dedicated to my mother, my sister and my aunties (Mak Long Raziah and Mak De Aida) and my uncles (Ayah De and Pak Ngah Ajib) who have devoted their days and nights as teachers and lecturers. And to Bro Fisol and Kak Mai, and Cikgu Jawe too. Happy Teacher’s Day.

To Izu in London, here is the latest pic of Fizy. Maybe some of you can still recognize these 3 people who hold our own history in debate around 2001-2002. Hafizy (SMAPK’s 3rd speaker), Hakimi (SERATAS’s 1st speaker) and me (KISAS’s 2nd speaker). We have been groupmates for 5 years here in Moscow!

Hari buat dia:
Assolatu wassalamu ala Rasulillah sayyidil anbiyai wal mursalin wa ala aalihi wa ashabihi ajma’in.

Assalamualaikum wbt

Jumaat yang sudah Rusia bercuti umum sempena Victory Day yang disambut setiap 9 Mei. Hari memperingati kejayaan Rusia menewaskan tentera Jerman. Sabtu juga cuti. Ahad pula ada kelas ganti bagi pelajar-pelajar yang punya kelas pada hari Sabtu. Saya tidak ada kelas pada hari Sabtu. Jadi saya telah berkurung di dalam rumah selama 3 hari dari Jumaat sampai ke Ahad.

Ahad tengahari, saya mula resah gelisah bagai hilang punca kerana sudah terlalu lama tidak jejak-jejak tanah. Memang terperuk di dalam bilik dengan buku-buku saja. Tetapi tengahari Ahad itu saya sudah mencecah tahap maksima kebosanan. Tahu apa yang saya lakukan?

Saya menonton Hindustan secara online yang bertajuk U Me Aur Hum sambil menelaah. Ceritanya memang bagus. Menepati citarasa saya sebagai pelajar perubatan. Babak tawa-tangis-tari memang tidak dapat dielakkanlah. Sudah resminya hidup Hindustan itu tidak boleh dipisahkan dengan 3T ini. Lagunya juga saya suka. Intro filemnya saja sudah ada lagu yang kena dengan citarasa saya. Bukan lagu yang ala-ala dangdut. Tapi ada sesuatu yang membuktikan saya ini terlampau bosan.

Saya menonton filem itu sehingga tamat (durasi : 2 jam 30 minit) walaupun tanpa terjemahan ke dalam Bahasa Melayu atau Inggeris! Saya pun tidak tahu macam mana saya boleh layan sehingga habis tapi yang pasti saya faham keseluruhan cerita. Kesimpulan cerita, sayangilah isteri anda selagi anda boleh menyayanginya. Cintailah kelebihannya dan cintailah juga kelemahannya.

Hehe. Saya sengal. Sekian.

p/s: Saya bukanlah peminat Hindustan sebenarnya. Saya pernah tengok beberapa filem saja secara penuh. Nah ni dengar lagu tema filem U Me Aur Hum lakonan Ajay Devgan dan Kajol. Saya bagi 9/10 bintang untuk keseluruhan cerita (Sebab kurang menari. Moleklah sikit kan. Kalau tak, saya bagi kurang daripada ini).

Assalamualaikum wbt

Saya ni sebenarnya tengah sidang berehat. Baru selesai Maghrib bersama rakan serumah. Sesi tazkirahnya meleret-leret. Dari satu cerita, macam-macam pula maklumat tambahan yang dikongsikan bersama. Baguskan adik-adik rumah saya ni. Ha! Semuanya masih solo. Mari cepat siapa cepat dia dapat. Hiks.

Kenapa saya menulis malam ini ada 2 sebab. Pertamanya kerana saya nak berehat. Baru inilah saya menjenguk blog hari ini. Keduanya kerana saya rasa geli dengan entri lepas. Huhu. Tapi tulis juga kan. Entah apa aja saya ni. Tapi tetap geli dengan tajuk begitu. Terasa macam orang tua. Eh, macam tak sedar je hidup dah cecah suku abad. Jadi saya kena cepat-cepat kemaskinikan entri terbaru. Takkan mahu disimpan semula entri itu kan. Saya ni kadang tu cakapnya saja yang lebih. Silap haribulan, esok lusa tulis lagi. Tapi biasanya bila ada pemangkin, itu yang buat saya tulis tajuk-tajuk yang menggelikan macam itu. Sebelum tu, kena bagi amaran. Entri ini agak panjang. Nanti ada yang kata tidak diberi amaran dulu, terperangkap sampai ke hujung. Jenuh pula membaca.

Saya nak cerita pasal kecantikanlah pula. Pun menggelikan? Oh, tak kot. Sebab saya bukan nak ceritakan pasal alat solek, minyak wangi atau produk diet yang segala macam itu. Tapi tentang berseri tak berserinya wajah. Orang sekarang suka ambil jalan muda tenyeh alat solek untuk menutupi kekurangan. Yang pucat diceriakan. Yang tiada tahi lalat pun boleh diadakan. Huhu. Yang saya nak utarakan ialah tentang garis hitam di bawah mata atau juga disebut lebam mata dalam bahasanya. Orang selalu kata kalau ada garis hitam bawah mata ini tidak cantik, tidak lawa dan nampak tua dari usia kita. Tak kiralah bagi perempuan mahupun lelaki. Jangan tak percaya ya. Lelaki akan lebih mudah nampak keserabaiannya kalau garis hitam ini dilihat dengan jelas. Jadi, isu ini pun melibatkan orang lelaki juga.

Minggu lepas saya ditegur oleh seorang kawan. Katanya saya nampak letih padahal saya berjalan kaki dari stesyen metro menuju ke hospital dengan penuh menikmati alam sekitar. Bukannya terkejar-kejar sampai boleh keletihan. Saya bagi alasan, saya pakai kanta lekap jadi mungkin nampak kurang segar sebab tidak cukup tidur. Dia angguk-angguk saja. Dan sebetulnya memang sampai ke hari ini, saya rasa tak mahu tengok muka di cermin. Memang teruk sungguh. Garis hitam di bawah mata sangat jelas. Ini semua gara-gara tidak cukup tidur. Tidur tak menentu. Subuh sekarang masuk hampir jam 3 pagi. Jadi, saya akan berjaga menunggu Subuh sambil menelaah dahulu. Selesai Subuh, baru akan jejak katil. Tapi biasanya lepas solat kita akan segar kan. Jadi saya akan berjaga sampai pukul 4 lebih sambil menelaah di atas katil. Bila terlelap itu tak jadi hal. Ikut sesedap mata. Ewah. Macam semalam, sudah hampir pukul 7 pagi baru terlelap. 9 lebih sudah jaga kembali. Manalah tidak berbeg bawah mata kan. Pulak tu, bila mata dibuka, nak baca apapun tidak nampak. Kena capai cermin mata barulah rasa berfungsi mata ni. Allahu Akbar…

Jadi saya cuba mencipta cara merawat rasa keletihan mata dan sekaligus untuk menghilangkan kesan hitam itu. Bunyinya macam pakar kecantikan saja. Hiks. Setiap kali sedang belajar dan mata terasa sangat letih, saya akan berhenti sebentar dan akan membuat senaman mata. Mari cuba bersama-sama. Saya membulatkan mata dengan sebesar-besarnya dan memfokuskan pandangan pada sesuatu yang paling jauh mata saya dapat fokuskan. Tanpa cermin mata ya. Jadi saya akan memandang luar tingkap bilik. Kebil-kebil dua tiga kali. Ok cukup. Kemudian dongakkan kepala memandang syiling. Kali ni tak perlu bulatkan mata. Normalkan saja. Tenung dalam beberapa saat, kemudian tutup mata rapat. Ulang tiga empat kali. Lepas itu tundukkan kepala pandang ke bawah meja yang agak gelap. Picit-picit sikit tengkuk ya. Bagi segar. Tutup mata sebentar dan dari kawasan cahaya yang suram di bawah meja, alihkan mata ke kawasan yang terang. Ini dapat senamkan otot-otot mata yang mengawal anak mata tau. Lepas tu, rajinkanlah ke tandas membasuh muka. Biar ada kelembapan yang cukup. Kalau hendak urut mata, kawasan yang dibenarkan hanyalah pada rangka orbit di bahagian atas kelopak mata. Itupun tidak boleh ditekan kuat tau. Sekadar urut-urut dengan jari saja. Di bahagian rangka orbit mata itu ada saraf-saraf penting yang keluar. Sebab itu tidak boleh picit kuat-kuat.

Jadi, ini cara saya menjaga mata. Tapi ini bukan cara jaga mata yang menundukkan pandangan tu. Yang itu lain skopnya. Yang itu arahan dari Boss kita supaya jangan memandang orang bukan muhrim atas bawah kiri kanan berkali-kali. Sekali ternampak, itu rezekilah. Lepas tu, kenalah dikawal, kan. Cara saya ini memang takkan dapat hilangkan 100% garis hitam itu tapi setidak-tidaknya kesegaran mata dapat dikekalkan. Tambah pula kalau muka memang dah sememeh macam saya ni, buatlah cara macam mana pun tetap sememeh juga kan. Tapi itulah. Bila mata segar, wajah pun akan berseri. Cantik tak cantik, itu tolak tepi.

Tapi, kalau masih tak segar-segar juga, cuba buat macam saya petang tadi. Saya yang tak pernah-pernah simpan air sejuk dalam peti telah berjaya menyejukkan sebotol air dengan cepat sebab meletakkan di bahagian sejuk beku dan kemudian telah membancuh air sirap ais! Haha. Dan untuk menjaga kesegaran mata di hari yang panas dan sedap untuk tidur, saya menelaah sambil berbekalkan sebotol air sirap macam zaman sekolah rendah dulu. Syurga~ Saya rasa sekejap lagi pergi makan tengah hari entah-entah ada orang yang menempah air sirap ais juga. Hihi.

Ok. Kembali sibuk. Salam. Daa~

Assalamualaikum wbt

People said, the best model in our life is the closest person who is always be able to be seen and to talk to. The same goes for me. I always have my mother as my role model in order to be a genuine lady and perhaps one day as a good mother as good as she is, insya Allah. As time flies, I learn how to be a quiet person, as in we see and observe more but we talk less. It is all from her. Friends of my father described my mother as a sweet quiet woman yet she contributes a lot for the family as well as in her career as a teacher. I always have my father as my role model in term of how to handle life and to see life beyond its limits. I wonder how he was able to go through all circumstances that came along throughout his journey so far. People who know my father well would say that he is an outspoken person yet always comes along with the problems that he is up to and overcomes it with all his efforts.

26 years has gone by and I have seen they both perfectly run the family through thick and thin. 2 years ago, I learned about love and loyalty from my father. I called back home when I was in a crucial mood of feeling lonely. I hate to remember those days anymore but my point of telling this story is how shocked I was when listening to my father’s reply. I complained to him about my life here was so empty and there was no one that I could really turn to or really trust in. Those were the reason why I felt so at that particular time. I kind of merengek that I was so lonely. I cried to him in addition. But I was shocked when he said:

“Ayah lagi sunyi. Mak hang takdak 2 hari, ayah takdak sapa nak cakap. Ayah takdak kawan. Kalau mak ada, tu la kawan ayah.”

I asked him, where did mom go. He told me that my mother was away to attend a seminar in Genting. Ok. I paused. I should have not complained over things which were only small and simple compared to that kind of feeling lonely when our other half was not with us. I tried hard to put myself in that situation. And I came to a conclusion, loosing a circle of friends is nothing much compared to loosing someone that merely with him or her that we can have our life. Nothing else can beat his or her existence by our side.

And yesterday, I called home again. Actually my father and I have been hiding one thing from my mother regarding my health problem (Ok, don’t take it serious. I’m not gonna die too soon insya Allah). But it turned out that my mother knew it all. I wonder how could she. In the first place, I thought that it is always possible that my father shares the story with her (as he always does) but I did warn him not to tell mom. But then my mother told me she knew about it when she read the messages in my father’s mobile. I toyed her that she spied on ayah, is it. She replied:

“It’s the matter that ayah believes me to open his inbox and read all messages whenever I feel to.”

Nah. There I paused again. And yesterday, I learned about trust and again, love.

I have just bumped in my friend’s blog talking about relationship and marriage and this kind of stuffs. Well as a conclusion, I myself will never hesitate to say that I have learnt a lot about life from my parent. In term of relationship and marriage, who wants it to be ended real soon right. Everyone in this world tight themselves with such commitment because they don’t want to spend their future life alone. Sincerely I don’t want it to happen on me too. Being a perfectionist is not a problem to find a good partner in our life. As we all concerned, we have to find one correct person that understands us best in order to achieve the meaning of a happy and blessed marriage that lasts long.

As what I have learnt so far, lower our ego to compensate our perfectionism with his or her style is a good start. Don’t always think that we are correct and they are not. Instead, try to apply give and take and strengthen our trust and loyalty towards our partner. This way, we can always shot the best in relationship even though we are thousands-miles-few-hours apart. The distance doesn’t matter anymore as long as we keep them good and close in our heart, days and nights. Trust and loyalty must always there to make it work. And the best is always our prayer to Allah, to keep the relationship strong and to ask for His bless here and hereafter.

To my mother, Hajjah Noor Azimah Kamaruddin, Happy Mother’s Day. And to Adik Azizi, my congratulation for the second place in the state level of Tilawah Competition. You are kicking and will pray that you will continue kicking the world, bro!