Wise move!

So...
I'm taking this laptop off my desk and into the closet!

Anything, call my cell or just sms.

*hidden hysterical mode*

Blog quotes

My random thoughts are put down into words, so if ever I have dementia, at least I know that I once had a wonderful life.

When I write about myself, I detailed on my life. Then I realized that I am alive, and I have a life…

To those nosy noses out there, I dedicate this blog for you – considering more space for you to fit your nose in.

Spontaneous – that’s what you can’t argue about.

I write, when nobody is there to listen.

This blog has zero benefit to the blinds and patients with visual impairments.

Here, where the untolds are told

xoxo,
Bil

Busy currently

I have to make myself busy, well…

I don’t want to actually, but I just have to. You just have to know how differentiate between HAVE and OUGH especially at times like this.

Exam is taking its toll on me.
But it’s okay… cause once it's over, I’ll hit the airasia's uncomfortable flight seat to get back home, and give myself a big treat of home indulgence, friends’ gossip sessions and lotsaaa dates with my love.

So now, go Bil!!! You can do it!

Hello exam!

One paper done! Seven more to go! Obstetric and gynecology (or nama famousnya Obgyn) paper was a typical kinda set of questions.

Some are ridiculously easy;
e.g: how many phases are there during parturition?
A. 1, B. 2, C. 3, D. 4, E. 5
- of course the answer is D! like duh~

some are tricky;
e.g : The signs of puberty in female are as follows, except :
A. Body growth, B. Telarche, C. Pubarche, D. Menarche, E. Ovulation
- So, what the heck are those weird languages? Luckily, I’ve read some of the past years seniors’ notes and bumped into those alienated words. Telarche means something like the growth of breast, Pubarche is the growth of pubic hair and Menarche is period. Anyway, the answer is E!

And some****** up question;
e.g : arrgh, malas nak fikir!!!

Hundred of MCQs in 100 minutes can sometimes lead me to a state of restlessness, numbness and most of the time I’ll get nausea. This time, I was a bit laid back, sitting on the chair for 100 minutes, flexile my coli (a.k.a tunduk kepala) while my brain is working hard transmitting the neurotransmitters among million of my brain cells. My muscle tones got cranked up a little especially on my back around the scapula area, maybe a slight spasm on my trapezius muscle. Therefore I did some stretching up while sitting on the chair by extending most of the joints and de-flexing the cranked up muscles. Have you seen how the cats menggeliat? I was doing something like that, until… some of the clothing hooks came off (you guess!). Damn! it was terribly uncomfortable throughout the last 30 minutes before the exam ended! However, I thank god that I was sitting at the very last row, means that nobody was behind me to notice any changes in my attire (though the slight change was underneath the main clothing).

Today’s lesson: Do not do excessive stretching in the examination hall.

Regarding my experiment on insecticide for my thesis, I first need to get the mint leaves extracted into concentrated liquid. After blacking the circles on the OMR papers, I went to the pharmaco lab to see Ibu Vera. Seems like she’s my only hope to help me with the extract. Supposedly, she only accepts a 100 gram of dried and pulverized leaves to be extracted. But I don’t have grinder at home, so I gave her the un-grinded dried leaves. She weighed the leaves and it was only 35 grams!!!! Damn it!!! I bought 1 kg of fresh mint leaves, wasted 3 hours in 3 days plucking off the leaves, leave it to dry and at last, all I got is only 35 grams?! Where did the other 965 grams gone?!

However, the good news is, Ibu Vera can call up the herbs nursery in Batu and get me a 100grams of dried and pulverized mint leaves powder for only Rp 30 000. Phew~ but, I should have known about this earlier so that I won’t be wasting my time and money over the fresh leaves.

If the herbal nursery can send me the thing within 3 days, and Ibu Vera can extract it in the next 7 days, then it would be enough time for me to get the extract and start on my experiment before I go back for holiday. Oops, wait there, I need to make an appointment with Mas Budi, see if he can get me about one hundred of Culex (mosquitoes).

Bed is calling, I’m needing my daily evening nap before I can start crashing myself with the books tonight.

The question that strikes my threshold

A simple and gentle question from Man that sounded like this “U watpe?”, grasp me up and hit me to the threshold. Then I got the answer, and I’m blogging it here!

I didn’t know exactly what I was doing few minutes ago. Looks like I was driven in the schizophrenic state for quite sometimes - seems like I’ve been sitting here on my chair since after I had my breakfast of double toast with peanut butter and strawberry jam. Now that someone hit my thinking box and unintentionally made me come to a realization that I was (I am) wasting my most precious minutes fritter away over the internet, looking through some interesting yet not important stuff while in fact, I badly need to face the books! Exams start tomorrow Bil!!!

I didn’t wake up at 8am as planned yesterday. I woke up 1 hour and 11 minutes after that. Taylor Hanson did sang me ‘Get up and Go’ right at 7:55am, but I kept him on snooze. Kim did sms-ed me asking me to wake up, and she even knocked on my door! Oh Bil, you’re such a &!*@#&$^%

Alright now, come on! Study!! Study!! I still have a great heap of things to read and stored in my long-term memory box.

Random fact : I got a gossip from one of the GBs last night. Didn’t know that GB news spread faster than the GG! Oh I can’t wait to meet my Gs~
(In case if you’re blur... GG : Gossip Girls, GB : Gossip Boys)

Let's Cry Out Loud!

I hate you along!!!!!
Your fotopages entry spells me a S.T.R.E.S.S with capital letters!

Check out what my so-called lovely family did behind my back when I was not around (when I was squeezing my braincells for exams especially) - for I'm crying out loud! - click here

Wake up call

Most of the morning, I wake up by the alarm on my handphone. The tone had been the irritating ‘noise’ of Asereje (by Las Ketchup) for the past 4 years. I thought I needed some aggravated annoying noise to make my adrenaline rushing abruptly through my veins and thus evict off the sleeping wave in my brain. That was an impulsive way to get me off bed, it was rather mean and detrimental especially to my heart – not a very good morning beginning to start a day.

My all time favourite sound is the sound of water, like in the calm river with a stray of little streams, the sound of waves hitting the beach, the raindrops or something like the sound of man-made water fountain. Particularly, the sound of H2O molecules in the hitting motions. Oh yea, and I love to wake up listening to the birds chirping. I listen to that every morning, and I somehow can envisage the messages the birds are trying to tell. Most of the time, I think the birds are having some bitchy cat fights and arguing each other.

Back to my alarm tone, I’ve changed it to the most energetic tone ever that can keep me bouncy the whole day. Ceewaah~ It’s ‘Get up and go’ by Hanson. Hanson must have composed the song especially for me I reckon *wink*

Then few minutes later, Zhaf called… what a beautiful morning to start with. First I was waken by Taylor Hanson chanting me to ‘Get up and go’, then Zhaf called, giving me the morning spirit and the thought that… I AM LOVED! (by both men I love, hehe)

One of my new year resolutions was 'not to neglect' the Daily Health Newsletter from Medicinenet. So far, I've only read a few, and here's for today -
For those who needs some realization, read this! 'For Happiness, Seek Family not Fortune'

Littles

I swear I was studying. I was reading IPD notes on Rubella when I suddenly miss home so much... looking through the photos of my family, and I found these...

This is my little brother Naufal when he was 10.
Time flew by too quickly that he's now grown up to be a young tall and skinny 13 year old lad. He no more as cute as how he seems in this picture, but some girls his age must have think that he is. Cause now, Naufal has a girlfriend (a long distance relationship) with this girl named Natasha who lives in Shah Alam. Well, taktau la klau skrg Naufal dah tukar gf (he actually dumped his primary school sweetheart, Ima, for this Natasha girl! Ciss...!!).

This photo was taken in the year 2000.
My little brother, Naufal and little sisters Najat (left) and Nawal (right).
p/s: They are not twins!
OMG! they were that cute... weren't they?

I miss the old days when the house was full of whining, screaming, crying, shouting, laughing, fighting and toys scattered all over the place and my school books will have some stickers and doodles on (their misplaced creative artworks). Then our maid will have hard time chasing after them to feed them (especially when it was the stinky Scott's Emulsion time!).

Well Naufal, Nawal and Najat... Ude misses you guys!

p/s to Along : ayo donk~ kapan sih loe?! capek deh nungguin keponakan kuWw...

Dayana Nisbar: hari tu i nampak naufal dkt mamak bistro..
Dayana Nisbar: tinggi dah dia..
Dayana Nisbar: dia tak perasan i lah tapi..
Dayana Nisbar: i still remember him in those phua chu kang boots.

Not just an ordinary instant noodle

Nothing beats homecooked meal (tak kesah la mama yang masak ke, papa ke, kak Siah yg masak ke, Kak Santi ke, Kak Ati ke, Kak Nia ke, Mak ke, angah ke, along ke, sesiapa je la..). Since I came here living alone under my own supervision (living independently la katakan…), meal has been quite a big issue in my daily life. Everyday, in one specific compartment of my mind is reserved for food. Not exactly thinking of a specific food and get drooled off, but it rather comes with a question mark in the end of the sentence e.g; “what should I have for lunch today?”.

If mama thought I was the girl who eats everything, well mom, not anymore. In Indonesia especially, my mind has to work extra hours thinking whether or not to eat, even if the food is right there before my eyes. Why do I have to turn my shiny black hair (with a little golden stripes or highlight) into grey thinking of food?

1. First and foremost – Hygiene factor. I’ve been living here for 3 years, and 90% of the food served is worse than the dirtiest pasar malam you could find in Malaysia. (ada je kedai jual babi and still consider their foods are halal. kepala otak kau!!!)
2. Taste factor. Some taste weird, some are really hot, some are rather too sweet.
3. Money factor. I’m using my own pocket money to buy food!!! If only dirt is edible, I would have saved more cash for saloon and massage.
4. Time factor. Sometimes, I’m always in a rush. So I need an instant or ready-to-go kinda food stuff. Which is, yea.. more expensive.

As it should be, to get all nutritious balanced on every meal, with extra confidence on the hygiene factor, I always make my own meal (waahh… don’t I sound impressive enough?). Wait there, precisely I said, ‘make’ my own meal, not ‘cook’.

What do I usually make myself? My most common meal is a bowl of nutritious cereal of whole-grained diet cereal mixed with normal cornflakes, low fat milk, pieces of apples and slices of banana. One bowl of that can at least keep me energetic the whole night to study. Besides that, I make my own rich sandwich of tuna mayo, 2 slices of wholemeal bread, and a lotttt of lettuce. Sometimes I add in low fat cheese and few slices of tomato. If I feel like cooking something, then quaker oat it is! And of course… instant noodle or what we called it Maggie! However I restrict myself to one packet of Maggie a month. But I actually have more than that since these girls sometimes make Maggie and we share together. My favourite foods in Indonesia I must say are tempe goreng (heaven!!!!), gado-gado (a.k.a ceaser salad Indon style) and tahu telor (not beancurd, but fried tofu, with omelet, and nasi empit, mixed together in kuah kacang).

For dinner today, I ate the healthiest instant noodle so far. It’s called Mie Sehat a product of CNI, Soto ayam flavoured and… with GINSENG *wink*. So theoretically, that ginseng makes it a healthy instant noodle. Well, that’s just the healthiest so far! Why ‘so far’? Cause I have a more more more healthy instant noodle besides that! I have a packet of instant noodle with NO MSG, plus chorella and calcium equivalent to one glass of milk. Now, how’s that sound??

Alrite, done for today. I’ve to wash the dishes and get ready to thump up the books!

Study week challange

PLN must have some hidden agendas behind all these blacked-out thingy. The electricity has been on and off since last month.

Woke up at around 5pm in a blacked-out house. Mbah (my nosy maid) said that it may drag out til 10pm. Damn!!! I was planning to start studying after maghrib since I already spent the whole day for nothing. The girls thought of going to Matos to study there. What??!!! Are you kidding me?! Studying in the mall? At the food court??! *errr??* Alrite, give it a try!!

So then we went to Matos, sitting at the most peaceful corner we could find at the food court. Not exactly the food court, but the restaurant one floor above the food court. Okay la jugak… dpt la cover one topic of psychiatry. Hahaha funny!!

About the massage just now, one word – Superb! A straight 3 hours massage plus lulur (body scrub) non stop.

Holy cow, Ibu Leny is simply marvelous! Later after that, I tidy up my room, change the bedsheet, get a shower and made myself a cup of hot lemon tea. Hmm… If going for spa in Martha Tilaar, they’ll serve us herbal tea with jamu tablet after the body treatment, if going for facial in Melliderma, they’ll serve us hot tea with salted biscuits, if going to the spa in Bali, they’ll make us any fruit juice or any drinks we’d love to have. But if panggil Ibu Leny urut dkt rumah… buat la air sendiri!! Nak minum ape2 boleh, tapi… buat sendiri!!! Hahaha

Alright now, I gotta start hitting the books once again... toodles~

Lesson learned today :
To make a lemon tea, dip the teabag into hot water first before squeezing the lemons. Thank u!