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

Majlis Khatam AlQuran

Saturday, 2:59

I'm at kak yung's. It's been ages since i last came. lepas rindu kat bilik aircond nih.. KY picked me up around 12.30 am at UIA Gombak. Sha, Maryam and Muja kept me company while i waited for KY. I got to meet many old friends like Mashitah, Iman Amir, Kak Kauthar, Kak Rahimah, Kak Timah and more. KY's really bengang (not the johorian meaning of malu, the other one) with my stupod hp. It kept going dead on her. I tried to coerce my phone to function but it's in one of its fits and won't respond to my pleas. May Allah replace it wiith a better one Ameen.

Owh, i absolutely adore and admire the RECTOR, PROF KAMAL HASSAN. Even at a ripe age,he is still ever so charming, charismatic and HANDSOME. I love the way he speaks and his pleasant manners. He delivers touching and admirable speeches. I was listening attentively and gave him my full concentration..hehe.. even to the extent of jotting down the interesting points and this was during a dinner event..but the food wasn't served yet at that time..

it was actually a majlis khatam Quran dinner to celebrate the success of one IRK student who had completed the memorization of all 30 juz part time besides his major degree. there were about 12 others who had memorized half. i was there just becoz i'd join the programme in kuantan.. still new at it.. haven't progressed much.

Anyways, two words the Rector mentioned caught my attention; deconstructionism and post-modernism. these were the intellectual attacks launched by, not orientalists but muslims themselves. the wirawans and wirawatis of the quran must be able to face these internal challenges.. i terus bersemangat nak menghafal... nak jumpa rector lagi :P

he was so nice.. we took a picture with him afterwards.. sigh

Yay...i've finished spring cleaning my room and sorting out the once-distraught notes, even my cupboard...i just haven't gotten about cleaning the fans yet..

after a whole morning of tidying, i went to the kulliyyah since i'd promised faizah and hanim i'd meet them and discuss the seminar we have to do next block.. i wasn't really much help since i came late (caught up in cleaning everything i could).. then i just spent the reminder of the evening at the library reading the paper which i haven't done for quite some time and was just surfing the net..

last night there was a kulliyah maghrib at the musolla by Ustaz Ghazali, usually i make time only for Prof Omar's kulliyyah's but since i had nothing better to do, i went. it was on Taqwa, a normal topic yet we learn new things every time.. among the things he mentioned was the doa awal tahun and akhir tahun.. he said that this was a bidaah.. i've never actually practised it but i didn't think it was wrong.. now i know..

after that kak Asma' said that Dr Melor tried contacting me but my handphone was off. it's actually giving me problems again.. besides the batteries, then kak asma lent me her phone for the nite..

Ghurobaa'

i really love listening to this nasyid ever since Form 1 when the banin from SMI Irsyad sung it.. coz it sounded really nice.. i got the lyrics from a friend's blog..


Ghurobaa’ by Sa’ad Al Ghamidi

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

We never care about the chains, rather we'll continue forever
We never care about the chains, rather we'll continue forever

So let us make jihad, and battle, and fight from the start
Ghurabaa`, this is how they are free in the enslaved world

So let us make jihad, and battle, and fight from the start
Ghurabaa`, this is how they are free in the enslaved world

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

How many times we remembered a time when we were happy
In the book of Allah, we recite in the morning and the evening

How many times we remembered a time when we were happy
In the book of Allah, we recite in the morning and the evening

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

The Prophet SAW said "Islam began as something strange, and it will return as something strange the way it began. So Tooba for the Strangers"
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

We never care about the chains, rather we'll continue forever
We never care about the chains, rather we'll continue forever

So let us make jihad, and battle, and fight from the start
Ghurabaa`, this is how they are free in the enslaved world

So let us make jihad, and battle, and fight from the start
Ghurabaa`, this is how they are free in the enslaved world

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

How many times we remembered a time when we were happy
In the book of Allah, we recite in the morning and the evening

How many times we remembered a time when we were happy
In the book of Allah, we recite in the morning and the evening

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

Ghurabaa` do not bow the foreheads to anyone besides Allah
Ghurabaa` have chosen this to be the motto of life

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

If you ask about us, then we do not care about the tyrants
We are the regular soldiers of Allah, our path is a reserved path

Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`
Ghurabaa`, ghurabaa`, ghurabaaa` ghurabaa`

The Prophet SAW said "Islam began as something strange, and it will return as something strange the way it began. So Tooba for the Strangers"

free at last

Alhamdulillah.. exams are over. after a week of having my nose stuck in piles of books and notes, i'm finally free to do what i want.. now i can tidy up my messy room which i have been postponing for so long, clean the fans of Azza and Asma which i'd promised to do, and mine too.. tidy up and organize my notes which are all over the place.. read the islamic books that i have been collecting at my room (most from ayah's library) and surf the net all i want. after fasting from the net for a week, ever since the library closed last wednesday for Chinese New Year hols and also my preoccupation with studies.

Since i have to remain here till Friday, might as well make the best of it.. it's gonna be quite lonely since most of my friends will be heading off home today.. but kak rena and kak matun will still be around (at least during the night since they're always busy at the hospital).

why is it that the trials Allah throws at us are always increased when exams are near.. yesterday, around noon, i found out something about a friend of mine which i never knew before.. i wasn't really surprised to hear most of it becoz i kinda knew all this while.. only to hear about it from someone else makes it all the more shocking..

on sunday, back from tamrin, i got a message from a friend asking whether i was the one who was spreading the news of her sisters' engagement to everyone here.. i couldn't deny it.. it wasn't like it was a bad thing or anything.. but i do know that these things should be kept secret...bla..bla.. more theoretical than practical.. been through it before with my two sisters.

anyway, i checked her friendster page yesterday, and what do i find.. the news was all over her page.. some secrecy..

even my roomate's going through a rough time.. all these guys have to contact her now... macam tau2 je org nak exam..

owh, kakyung, my minitest results came out yesterday.. i did ok..

i finally gathered up the courage to confront my friend who dropped my handphone in the toilet bowl.. it wasn't as hard as i'd expected.. i guess i was thinking about it too much that i made a mountain out of a molehill.. lega sikit when she knew my circumstances..

i've found out the problem with the present phone.. why it alwasy gets stuck.. the battery is loose.. at least now i know what's wrong.. the computer, i'll just have to wait and be patient a bit more.. something will come up insyaAllah.. [Wa yarzuqhu min haithu la yahtasib] rite

yesterday there was a jamuan for the iium wintercamp committees at pizza hut.. normally i'd avoid these places like the plague but this time orang belanja kan.. so makan je lah banyak2 kan..hehe

a lot has happened this week. i haven't been able to blog much though.

the highlight, i guess, being the 2nd minitest this morning. i slept at 4 just to wake up at 6am, barely able to open my eyes.. trying to commit to memory all cestodes and trematodes and sympathomimetics, cholinomimetics, cholinergic receptors, adrenergic receptors, the agonists as well as the antagonists, the virus families and bacterias and mycobacterias.

then we had the election of the next block's representative for the duty of managing the lecture notes and photostates and all...it's already been three months and the third end-block exams are already around the corner. just a week to prepare. i'll be staying here for the chinese new year hols...*sigh*

this week has been an emotional turmoil. it's been somewhat depressing. my computer's not functioning coz my friend accidentally dropped it. add that to the moody 2nd hand phone i had to settle for which keeps getting stuck every few minutes..my internal frustration with my friend which i cannot express.. and this perasan guy... huh..