Mass-age-ahh~

You make me so hot, make me wanna drop, it's so ridiculous, I can barely stop – (handphone ringrone) 5:28am, my handphone screamed and screeched right beside my ear. Ni yang hot ni, siapa yang call pagi2 bute?! Oh… Ibu Leny. Panjaaang umur! I was about to call her today asking her to come over to my room for a massage. Oh ibu, you’re my credit saver!

“Nabilah, selamat pagi sayang, ini Ibu Leny! Ibu cuma mau coba nomor baru. Skrang ibu udah pake XL. Katanya Siti, anak-anak smua kebanyakannya pake XL kan? Pelanggan2 lain juga byk yg pake XL, jd ibu juga tukar nomer. Murah ya Bila?”

(Dalam hati) “Ya Allah, ape kejadahnya nak test nombor baru pagi2 bute ni??!”

(Dengan suara control tanak dengar mcm baru bangun tido) “Eheem.. Oohh ibu leny!!! Ya ya, pake XL murah buk!”

After a few minutes of conversation, Ibu Leny agreed to come by my house around 10am. Yay!!!

In one hour, I’ll get a full body massage. All these aching and pains will be banished off and I’ll be back hitting the books with full of concentration this whole week until exam! (amiiiin~)

I skipped my Saturday Saloon-day last week, so this is going to be a good treat! *wInK*

Dr. Bil is MC for a day

I’ve wanted to do this the whole day – blogging. Somehow something is hindering me – wonder what. Today is such an unproductive day! Been sleeping and tossing around on bed the whole day! Body is aching, no appetite for food (only had biscuits and quaker oats). Its study week now, finals start on the 23rd which is just less than 6 days. OMG! (yeah, OMG!).

Why didn’t I blog earlier?
1. Head was spinning (IS still spinning though)
2. Air filling up my gaster, thus I’ve no appetite, no food consuming, no energy to write
3. Whole body is aching. My back especially
4. Is it just because it’s ‘study week’?
5. I have no idea what to blog about? (aahh tipu!!! I had a lot to write)
6. No time to online (tipuuuu lagi!!! I’ve been online since I woke up this morning)
7. Just need to study (yeaaaaaaaaa rite Bil!!! Yeah you NEED to study, but did you??!) *bLush*

So now I’ve started writing... what is that ‘so many things’ to write about?
1. The 1 day countdown before Hari H of Dekan Cup (Saturday, 14th July)
2. Saturday was a damn hectic day of choral speaking practice and dancing the Bendera song (8am – 4pm)
3. Also supporting our liveband in the battle of the band
4. My batch won the cooking contest. Congrats guys!!! And we messed up the whole place cooking the leftovers and celebrate our victory
5. Dekan Cup Day – one heck of the hectiest day so far.
6. I was a lousy conductor for our choral speaking, but things turned out great though
7. Maybe I got Indonesianized – as I wrote the script on Perjuangan Indonesia for the choral speaking, wore the red+white neck tie, and was totally enjoyed dancing and singing along the lagu Bendera, holding up one Indonesia flag on my hand.
8. Batch 2005 is officially the over-all champion for the Dekan Cup year 2008. Worth all the hard work, pain, time and money spent.
9. I’m loving my batchmates, I’m loving Indonesians.
10. Got home, drop dead! All body aching.
11. Planning to call Ibu Leny for massage tomorrow.

Check out the song Bendera by Cokelat. It’s one heck of a cool patriotic song. Can some Malaysian write a patriotic song like this??? It gives the effect of nationalism, minus the ‘kindergarten-like-melody’. To Malaysian, take time to compare this Bendera song with our Jalur Gemilang.

Starting tomorrow 17th July, 2008:
Jogging - MC (body aching)
Studying - Night shift (Gotta start hitting the books somehow!!)
Procrastinating - Quit!!!
Shopping - weekends only
Sleeping - After 11pm at least
Pool - Quit!!
Chatting - On condition
Blogging - Short entry with time limit.
Facebooking - With time limit. Application limited for FFS and My City. No checking out other people's profiles! Stop being nosy granny!!

p/s: below are photos taken yesterday, before and after the Dekan Cup event. I'll update with more pics later!

Bil, Bil, and Bil

The conversation that takes place right here, right now :

Bil	: Bil, study la!
Bil lagi	: Ye la, tau…
Bil jugak	: bistu?? Pegi laa study, ape tunggu lagi?!
Bil	: Ntah! Pegi la blaja skrg!
Bil lagi	: Skrg penat la, ngantuk…
Bil	: Camne boleh penat? Dah la byk tido, still penat lagi?
Bil jugak	: Penat buat apa?! Dah la semalam, kelmari, haritu, dulu2, pun tak penah study jugak… *bluErk*
Bil	: Spatutnya tadi nak blaja, tapi tiba-tiba Niken panggil utk practice dancing :(
Bil jugak	: Aaah alasan!! Sebelum Niken panggil, Bil buat apa?
Bil lagi	: Bil tengah… nak tido. Ingatkan nak study mlmni, so nak tidur skjaaaap je!
Bil	: Haa look! Even before Niken panggil pun… dah nak tido. Before nak tidur tu, Bil buat apa?
Bil lagi	: Sembahyang
Bil jugak	: Before sembahyang?
Bil lagi	: Ngaji
Bil jugak	: Before ngaji?
Bil lagi	: Baca yaasin, before baca yaasin smbhyang Maghrib, before that mandi, before that lagi bersantai2 dpn laptop sambil tunggu time nak maghrib, before that lagi… anyway, harini kan balik lambat dari campus, hujan plak tu, dah la practice byk, penat tau!! Waaaa~
Bil	: okay2… semalam?
Bil lagi	: Semalam… quite stress pasal Dekan Cup, pastu practice lama gak. Petang tu Kak Nad ajak kluar. So pegi kluar dgn Kak Nad and Abg Sam, jln2 dlm kreta. Rindu kak Nad, dah lama tak kluar dgn dia. Dia asyik busy jaga dkt hospital je.
Bil	: hmm..!!! Before kluar dgn Kak Nad?
Bil lagi	: Petik daun mint drpd balik dari class, pastu basuh2, bilas2 daun mint.
Bil	: okay, at least tu something yg berfaedah there I see... TA (thesis) work.
Bil jugak	: malam semalam??!
Bil lagi	: Pas mghrib, pegi main pool utk menenangkan fikiran, pastu, gi tengok liveband skejaaaap. Rupanya, nama Panji punya band tu is Spaghetti Band, baaaru makcik tau~
Bil jugak	: Cis! Buang masa jer!
Bil lagi	: klau tak pegi pool pun, mesti tak study, sbb takde mood. Nak buat camne? *eye rolling*
Bil	: okay2, lepas balik dari pool?
Bil lagi	: sampai2 rumah je, tak sempat2 nak masuk bilik, tengok the girls tgh lepak2 dpn TV, gossiping and… urut mengurut!!! Bil k an mmg pantang tgk aktiviti urut mengurut ni, so join la! Aaah~ sedapnyaaa…
Bil	: Eeeee Bil!!! Tak penting!!! Patut balik tu, dah hilangkan stress, boleh la study… *geram mode *
Bil lagi	: ntah la, tapi urut mcm lagi best jer~ nak tau apa jadi lepas aktiviti urut mengurut and gossiping? *blink2*
Bil jugak	: APE?! *marah mode*
Bil lagi	: Mandi, smyang, ngaji and… tido!!! Hahaha
Bil jugak	: tak guna btol!!!
Bil lagi	: lepas mandi malam mesti rasa bessstt gile utk drop dead on bed. Nak buat camne…~
Bil	: Bil, please!!!!!!!!!! Study la!!!!!!!! Exam is so damn freaking near…
Bil jugak	: dah la tough subjects. Notes dah complete belum?
Bil lagi	: arrghh!! Stress!!! Printer kan dah mabuk! Camne nak print notes?! Besok la.. besok Bil pegi cari notes and Photostat jer. Okay?
Bil jugak	: betul besok? Promise?
Bil lagi	: Oops, besok kan practice dekancup. Petang besok then. Then malam boleh start study.
Bil jugak	: Kalau tak study jugak?
Bil	: Klau tak study besok, denda hari sabtu tak boleh pegi saloon!
Bil	: So now? Nak buat apa?
Bil lagi	: Tido la… dah kol 12 okay~
All Bils	: Aarrhhh!!! Kenapa kena ada exams??!!

Currently visiting : toxoplasmosis

Catching the 'z's

Nasi lemak!!! Yea, I had that for breakfast this morning. Aww~ how I miss Malaysia. I’m not going to tell further about this nasi lemak, it’s just that, it was the most pedasssss nasi lemak I’ve ever had in my entire life. The pedasness camouflaged the lemak taste of the nasi, I burned my gaster and my lips were numbed. I usually don’t eat a lot of sambal here (Indonesian sambal is fiery flaming hot!), but since it was registered in my mind that it was nasi lemak’s sambal, so I just ate up everything and got my nose running.

I guess the ATPs a.k.a adenosine triphosphate a.k.a energy all frenziedly worked out in my stomach and the whole process along my digestive tract. Therefore, a reduced amount of blood distribution to my brain (which was suppose to get 80% of the energy consumption quota), and thus it became less oxygenized. As a result, I was sleepy the whole morning during surgery class. Fortunately, it was just an extra surgery class where the dosen arranged just to show us the animated video on how the digestive tract is formed in embryo. I actually learned that in anatomy during first year, and also in obgyn class early this sem.

So I guess, it wasn’t about the dosen who marched in the class with devils this time. It was the inadequate blood distribution to my brain that caused the siesta. Since was all in a snoozy mode even when the class has ended and badly need to catch a few ‘z’s (a.k.a nap), so I ran back home, skipped Obgyn class and dozed off!! (burok perangai!!!! but... sumpah mengantuk!)

The IPD class which was cancelled yesterday and rescheduled today was cancelled. Hmm… suke hati kau la nak ajar ke tak!!! Dah taktau nak cakap ape~

Dekan Cup practice went smoothly this evening. My team was fairly okay, I hope everyone will give their full commitment to practice hard and give their best as time goes by til the ‘hari H’. *I wonder why they call it ‘Hari H’, why ‘H’?? Normally, if people is referring to some unknown, we usually take the letter ‘X’… ape2 lah~

Oh no, the rain has stopped??! I was thinking of catching a few ‘z’s while listening to the mellowness of the rhythmic rain drops and wrapped up in tranquility of the chilling mist. Nevermind… tido jer lah!

Oh when the saints go marching in

Internal Medicine class was cancelled *pretending to be normal-kinda mode*. For god’s sake, final exams are in less than 2 weeks and these lecturers still buat perangai??!! Come over here, I order you to teach us! The class is re-scheduled tomorrow at 11am. So tomorrow will be a wild marathon of tough subjects, starting from Surgery at 7-9am, Obgyn at 10-11am and IPD (Internal Medicine) at 11am-(?).

We liberally enjoyed our 3 hours of free time (IPD class suppose from 7-10am) practicing for Dekan Cup performance (the interval of time before our psychiatry class started). My team is almost perfect, everyone is getting more ‘kompak’ despite of the ‘issue’ we had yesterday, and the breathing space is wider for me in handling the responsibility to this task. I believe that teamwork is all it takes!

Little did we realized that 3 hours flew by, while we were busy dancing and stunting and shouting, the ‘class watchers’ rushed in “dosen udah datang!!”. The chaotic mess turned into a neat and tidy lecture hall just in a blink of eye, as if there was a genie picking his fingers to settle us up before the dosen walked in.

No offence but let me put it in this phrase “Lecturer march into the class with devils”.
Once I saw the figure in white coat by the door, I could feel as if there were tones of weight on my eyelids and the contagious yawn started to spread. Why? Why do the evils have to be so devilish? I was trying hard to concentrate in class, I always sit on the very front row and in the middle of the class, right in front of the dosen – with hope that dosens can somehow be the saints to expel all the devilish spells off me, and let me study in peace.

Is this the end of the Oreo era?!

Oreo – obviously fattening. So?

Nicely wrapped up half packet of oreo dunked in low fat milk in my adiposity tummy. Maybe I should get some of the musculus rectus abdominalis developed in distinct shape too. Not ‘maybe I should’ instead ‘I really badly need to’!

Oreo – my major weakness in the whole wide world.

Look what I found in my mailbox yesterday, a forwarded email from mama :

Subject: USA & European countries banned on OREO cookies consumption!!!

Dear OREO Luvers,

For those who can't read Mandarin, here is the translated version of the article attached below:

OREO CONTAINING TRANS FAT BRINGS DAMAGES TO HEALTH

An attorney fromCalifornia filed a lawsuit against Krafts, stating that OREO produced by the company not only causes damages in health, but also dishonestly promote their products; requesting the company to halt the sales of OREO in the market.

OREO contains hydrogenated oil or Trans fats, to prolong the storage of the biscuit, but at the mean time increase the consumption of BAD CHOLESTEROL, increasing the possibility of diabetes and heart disease.

INCREASE IN CONSUMPTION OF CHOLESTEROL

Although the research on Trans Fats affecting health has not been concluded, the national institute of science research states that any amount of Trans Fats consumed is not safe.

[Hysterical mode] : Whyyyyyy??!!!! Why does it has to be my baby??!! Ohhhh no!!! please tell me that this is only a phrank! A rumor sabotaging my baby love Oreo… Awww... I've been an ardent oreo monster since I was a little... (yea no wonder I grew up to be such a gigantic size monster too) but, so saddddd :(

Do I care? Will I stop consuming? ahaaa~ we'll see...

Capek deh~

Quite an exhausting day~
Woke up for Subuh around 4:30am (first time in this week I managed to wake up on my own – usually Zana or Kim will be my Subuh alarm), recite few pages of Quran and got very lazy to lift up this ass from the sejadah, so I continued with other morning doa and rituals til it turned 6am. Quite sleepy in the class, especially when the dosen talked over a 2 slides presentation of graphics, as he kept on repeating the same thing over and over. It was supposed to be a surgery class, but he was too much into further details which we have learnt in biochemistry years back. Practically, a kopiko and mentos yoghurt kept my eyes wide open and plunk a constant stimulation on my ‘short-term-concentration-loss’ disease.

Choral speaking was a chaos early this morning when we (the Malaysian) thought of cancelling the show (yea, ‘cancel’ it, not ‘quitting’ it, cause we the one who are in charged). After giving much tolerance to the unpunctuality of the batch members and being a mediocre of out batch’s presentation for Dekan Cup, I told the coordinator that we might not going to make it if things keep on being under the procrastination of the other members. I was firmed on my decision as I feel responsible for my friends who were much eager and excited about the whole thing at first. To cut the long story short, we managed to persuade and gather numbers of people to join in the performance. Practice ended around 1:30pm.

Evening napping cut short due to some task. I was plucking 1 kg of mint leaves (separating the leaves from the stems) for 3 hours this evening. Did the same thing since yesterday and going to continue plucking again tomorrow. My fingers smells like smelly mints up til now! Tediously wasting my time plucking the leaves, which at first I thought of paying someone to do it for me, but it’s always better and cheaper to do it by myself and get to hold delicately of every tiny bit of the leaves with my own hand – there’s apart of the precious sentimental value from the whole experiment.

So far, this is how much I’ve spent for my thesis:
Last sem, Photostat + binding – Rp ±20000
29th May, Photostat + binding – Rp 23300
8th June, Mint leaves – Rp 1650
9th June, Mint leaves – Rp 14383

Soon, there’ll be more to spend. Tension gak la… Lab registration fees, upah Mas Budi tangkap nyamuk, upah Ibu Fera untuk extract-kan mints, and few lab apparatus. Relax… relax, I already got a sponsor for my thesis. Thanks Along cantik!!!

Sunday is Dekan Cup, Saturday is the saloon-day. Next week is study week, and the week after next week is finals for 2 weeks! And then… balikkkkk!!! Kita enjoyyyy!!
Zuffy, here I come baby!!!

Customers' right - always

I hate to say this, something which I’ve been wishing I could say and now that it’s the time – Malang is getting more interesting than ever. Lol! Compared to when I first reached here, it was nothing less than how the scene was in the P.Ramlee movies. I mean, Malang was such a very conservative place I’ve ever been. So old fashioned! The buildings, signboards, people, malls and almost everything (except for the cars – they drive quite luxurious car I must say, tapi bukan la Lamborghini, Bentley Continental, Porsche, or anything like that).

Now, Malang has Mal Olimpik Garden a.k.a MOG! Though Subang Parade is better than MOG, but I thank god that at least there’s another place to shop besides Matos (yang setaraf Summit USJ). There’s Giant supermarket there!!! At least it’s cheaper, bigger, and more variety than Hypermart.

Do I always sound like I’m complaining much about Indonesia in my previous posts? Well, here’s another complain! There’s no such words as ‘organized’ and ‘systematic’ in most of their dictionaries. We went for lunch at this one restaurant. The futuristic design coated with calmness ambience was the main attraction of the restaurant. The menu raised us into salivations despite of the quite-ridiculous price.

Patiently waited to be served, we observed the customers around, they come and they go, yet our tables are still empty. Whattha??! “tolong panggilin manajernya ke sini!” the waitress seemed blurry, and said “ada apa yg bisa dibantu mbak?”, “ga, panggil aja manajernya, ada yg mau di ngomongin”. I started my engine, the fuel was about to burn, the accelerator was about to be pressed down. The manager came and I complain about the unfairness of their poor service. He apologized for their ineffectiveness, but I just couldn’t take his apology and asked him to come out with a different way of apologizing to us. Then our meals came with complimentary single-scooped ice creams for each of us.

Maybe it was just their luck to get to see my bitchy-ness of the day, the food came, but Siti’s Udon came with an extra ingredient inside – a little piece of paper inside!!! OMG! “Okay, Mr. manager, come and see this!!! Look!!”.

They seemed to get few chances to see my bitchy performance with my slutty words. Finally, it came to the bills. Siti and I was checking it to calculate our prices, then we realized that there was ‘Mee Sapi Teriyaki’, who the hell ordered that?! Jaya?? Jaya was suppose to have mee ayam teriyaki, not sapi. She’s a hindu for god’s sake and is forbidden to consume beef! So, where did this problem came from? The waitress? The chef? The counter? We called the waitress, asked her for the paper where she wrote our orders. She was confused, but we insisted! Lucky her, she wrote ‘ayam’ there. Then a different manager came, we told him about the receipt, was it a printing mistake, or they really did serve Jaya with Beef teriyaki? As bias as they can be, of course they said it was just a printing mistake.

At first when Jaya’s meal came, I really thought that the meat was beef. They looked like beef, dark and really beefy. So she asked the waitress if it was either beef or chicken, and the waitress said it was chicken. So, we just succumbed. Others thought that it was beef too actually, but as ravenous got into Jaya’s vein, she couldn’t care less about how the meat looked like – and so did us. The row between us and the management of the restaurant didn’t just end there, we insisted to differentiate between those two meats, to be firm, we asked them to bring some chicken meat and beef meat, so that we can confirmed back what we have just saw in Jaya’s bowl previously. I must say that they wore shoes on their heads – simply stupid… they brought us raw meats in two different bowls! Of course we can differentiate raw meats you idiots!!! Go and turned these two meats into teriyakis and show them to us!

In view of the fact that Jaya was in her lowest point of being sinful of eating beef and wanted to puked, we turned all these stupid mess off and leave the place… urgh!!!

Is it the Indonesian, or it's just because I'm in Indonesia??

The 6th Semester

The 6th sem…
A treat for all students of Fakultas Kedokteran Universitas Brawijaya. The first shocking moment of this sem was even before the sem started. I looked at the timetable and couldn’t believe my eyes. Everyday, classes end by 11am. Some might start from 7am, some are from 8am. Only for four days a week?! Actually, there’s a radiology class on Friday, but since I already took that class during last semester, so Friday is a free day. Subsequently, I registered for another class to fill my Friday, which is Gigi & Mulut @ Gimul (Oral & Dental Care), which is supposed to be taught on my 8th semester.

Gimul class is held on every Friday, 8 to 10am at the lecture hall in the teaching hospital. Which means, I’ve to take the angkut to the hospital. Angkut ride was fine for me despite of the uncomfortable, cramped, smelly, dampen situation in that old mini van with tiny seats (which can actually fit in up to 15-16 person per angkut). But what concern me the most was the fare. It used to be Rp1300 when I first came, then it increase up to Rp2000, and starting last 2 days, the fare rose up to Rp2500 per ride, regardless of the destination, as long as it’s along the route. Rp2500 is not cheap compared to the condition of the angkut, it almost equals to RM1, which by that amount you’re able to get a way much comfortable ride on an air-conditioned spacious bus with velvet covered cushion and high headrest. After all, how can I expect anything better in Indonesia. Live with it! At least for another 3 more years, bare with it Bil, you can do it!! (As a true survivor I am, I’ll outback, outwit, outlast! OeOoEo-eo-eO-aAa EeeOo *The Survivor theme song playing in the air*)

The second ‘best’ thing about 6th sem is that, there is only lectures. No lab work, no assignments, no out bounding to give free medical check-up at the rural areas, and some of the time, there’s not even classes to attend the whole day! We’re actually given a lot of free time this sem to settle on our thesis. Thesis must be done by the 8th semester as a ticket to start our practical at the hospital or by the other word, becoming ‘Dokter Muda’ (Housemanship). I’ve already started writing my thesis and submitted the proposal. It was an exhausting process! And it’s still a very very long way to go. My next step is to get my second consultant before I could proceed with the laboratory registration. Meanwhile, I should re-organized my proposal as to re-print it with index page and maybe meet my consultant if he has anything to add in. Btw, for my thesis I’m doing the easiest and cheapest experiment. I’m testing on environmental elements (plants) to see their effectiveness as insecticide. As easy as it sounds, I am procrastinating!!! I hate myself for being so.

The funniest thing about 6th sem is that, my girlfriends (my housemate especially) are indulging into sorts of new hobbies. At first, it was a knitting craze. Started from Ima and Maryam who brought the knitting habit from home. Then it spread to Jaya, Zana, Idayu, Anis, Kim, Niken and even Sit! They started visiting the knitting shop at Matos (Malang Town Square – the biggest shopping mall in Malang, situated few steps away from our doorstep), bought rolls of wools, stick and other knitting equipment. They turned the balls of wools into pretty shawls (muffler), socks and even baby’s shoes (orang takde keje…). Thank god that I didn’t get influenced! Kim started knitting few lines and she found that she wasn’t born with the talent, so Sit took over her rocking chair and reading glasses (imagining an old lady doing knitting by the veranda).

Now, after notching and pulling threads, they seem to have a different interest. They are now into musical instrument, guitars and drums basically. They knew zero about music and now they’re starting from stretch. Even I myself who learnt the piano and music theory for years (during my school days) didn’t get a slight triggered to start playing any instruments now. Nonetheless, I’m proud of my friends who are well determined and very positive about learning new things (Meli, our Indonesian housemate as the FOC music teacher). Since we don’t have drums at home and no sufficient budget to get one, they only bought the drumstick and start making their own imaginary drum set (not so imaginary, they’ve been hitting tables, beds and whatever, you named it). Currently, most of the night, me and my girls will be singing along with the guitar at the hall. Maybe they’re thinking of building up a band, and already appointed me to be their keyboardist. Lol!! I feel like Taylor Hanson!!!!

Then what about me? As all my friends are possessing into new hobbies, I’m getting back into my old hobby, which is… blogging (lame…). Looking through my previous blogs, I realized how much I’ve missed and how much more I’ll be missing if I didn’t keep track of my thoughts.

6th Semester is packing its bag, and soon to wave us goodbye. The track is still long for us, two more semesters to go, and plus another 2 more years of practical. Shall I say hello to the seventh semester? Oh, I'm just not ready yet... thinking of hectic my life can be... Let me get my holiday!! Come on final exams! bring it on!!! Bring it on now!! (uh.. no no, I must be joking, finals just can't start now! not ready yet!!!)

Adapting exasperation of the typical locals

Tossing and turning up on the bed monotonously for hours before this flabby arse is finally lifted up – very classical of Sunday morning... It was six by the time my chi found its body. Albeit of missing my compulsory morning ritual, another sin is made to myself of ‘violating’ my own body for missing my morning jog. Betraying my own self of omitting jogging for a sinful slumber is unforgivable, especially when I have a portion of fried rice, 2 pieces of KFC pekerdil (mmg KFC sini ade jual begedil okayy~), half packet of Oreo strawberry with few glasses of milk (nasib baik low-fat, but still…) and a medium bag of Lays still dominating my stomach – I need to burn em all up!!!

I shouldn’t be too stressful today, calming down my soul and clearing up my mind of all the awfulness that’s happening yesterday. Yesterday, Saturday – saloon day ; Bad-haired-day (dragged up to be bad-haired-months). [calm mode] Practically, a bitch (undergraduate hairstylist I suppose) made a big mess with my hair. I am not going to elaborate this story as it’ll spoil my whole Sunday. Despite of my fiery anger and my full-lighted big palm for a big spank on her face, I was controlled by this pure iman I have in my heart *eHeem*. In addition to my forceful iman, the annoyance was reduced down when the person who was doing me a hairspa and head-and-shoulder massage was quite a cute lad. No feelings involved here, but at least I wasn’t handled by another stupid looking Indons which probably will intensify my stresses. I came back home with a lighter head burden, shinier and healthier, yet newly stupid looking hair. The evening while waiting for dinner, everyone was actually complaining about their Saturday – The saloon day. Jay and Zana actually went to saloon too that evening (a different saloon) and had a bad-haired-day too. What was wrong with the entire saloonist nationwide? Simply stupid typical Indons! (No offence…)
(reminiscing of old blog - 20th Nov, 2005, "Accidentally pampered")

Nothing much happening last night except that I had to walk down the mall with this hair. Kak Nuzul asked me to accompany her doing some grocery shopping at the hypermart, then later for a quick dinner at KFC before heading up to her room for a little chitchat. Btw, she had done with her thesis drudgeries, and had her thesis presentation and exam last Friday. Guess what she got? Of course an A!!! I was there outside the examination room while she was presenting, and I was the first one to know her result! Congratulations to you!!! How I wish I will get an A for my thesis too. It was planned for me to be around the campus after I got back from Gimul lecture at the hospital. I needed to see my consultant for his approval on my lab registration procedure (me and Kak Nuzul have the same consultant), since I knew that he would be there at the examination room, so I straight away came, waited for him (it’s very hard to get to meet him, even on appointment, he’ll be busy all the time). The lab registration procedure is almost complete now, but I still haven’t gotten my 2nd consultant yet. I need to get my 2nd consultant (from the Methodology department) as to complete the protocol of registering my thesis at the thesis department. However, some plain-another-typical Indon habit, the Methodology Department is procrastinating on the route! Okay Bil… sabar… With a rather big frustration running through my vein, I went to get some lunch at the café where I met Thanes The Gossip Guy busy studying for his pancasila exam! As usual, I was updated with gossips *wInK*

Alright, enough blogging for now. I get to get out of the room and feel the Sunday morning sun, tidy up my room, take a shower, eat some breakfast and maybe do a bit of reading.

p/s : referring to title of this entry... 'locals' here means 'the citizen of the country where I am currently at now' (ya'l know...)