It has been five years every May I'll get slightly feverish,I will be thinking hard of what I should write a month before the big day arrives,my head will be full of thoughts,my heart will be pumping up more blood to my brain ( i am imagining how my body works-encarta) and finally my fingers will be dancing furiously,typing..deleting..retyping..deleting..and finally this final version.I hope the individual whom this post is specially written for will find it nice and warm to read (and here i am Zuì guan xin ni wen nuan xiao rong)

That person has been busy lately,oncalling here and there,bowling,pasar malaming at Taman Melang,treating fussy patients,vaca-ing in Sabah but still he will find time to relay his news from various location,for that I am thankful.

This person, I know I can always count on be it a decade ago or in the next millennium or aeons ahead, deep in my heart I know there's a person who will not say no to any of my requests,for that I am most thankful.

Sometimes,this person he irritates me by calling me "111512/5/14/7" whenever I typed wrongly but I made less and fewer mistakes nowadays,for that well I am grateful

This person cares the most about people around him. He can worry for hours about how that guy or that girl is doing.Are they OK? But most likely he will not admit it to your face.He has this ego as high as the Great wall of China,but has the softest and kindest heart if you could get past the nonchalant exterior.

On this special day, my only wish for him is for him to be safe and sound,succesful,resilient  in the most extreme situation. 

And I am so thankful that I missed my step 12 years ago,if not I will not be wishing you a Happy Birthday today, Muhammad Faiz Baherin 

Many happy returns,Islahboy ^_^

Love,rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

Nad Nad

Wa tammat kalimatu robbuka sidqa..for us who were educated with muqaddam instead of Qiraati/Iqra these words are like chants to us. Everytime I want to say the word tamat,at the back of my mind automatically and subconsciously these words come to mind. 

Well,obviously that is not the story I want to ramble today. Today I sat for my National Krok (MCQ) exam. It marked the ending of another phase of my life as a medical student.The questions were tough. Just imagine there were 99 variants altogether. The possibility of getting the same set of questions with your neighboring partner is very very slim. The invigilators were scary.Arghhhhh,really today is not our day. Pity us in lecture hall no 4. A girl was asked to sit at the front because the invigilator suspected her of helping the person who sat next to her,while that was not the case I guess. Anyhoo..now,have to wait for the result. Tonite the paper will travel by train to Kyiv to be marked by computers overthere. Anyone want to stop the train tonite? If yes, call me so I can modify a few of my answers. LoL

Haih

Haih

Haih Haih Haih..penat la gini

Now krok is over,another 20++ days for my next exam.In the meantime I want to play hard. Shhhhh dont ask me to study now..I m burnt.

Sei laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Love,all i am asking for is good result and  erm..world peace. \_/

N@D 24 

When i was small, I was duly corrected by my father because I referred my uncles and aunts as "korang",well at that time I did not understand what the fuss was all about. I pondered and pondered but time went by and I forgot about it until one day a much-much younger girl junior used the word "kau", at that time ,kinda like dejavu I remembered that day when my father told me off. And I couldnt help but think, somebody's little girl had not been taught correctly (errm come to think of it,the jr was a newbie and i am  kinda short for my age..muahahhaa).

And my father is a man who we fondly call Teck Ko Teck,if you watched this one Singaporean sitcom, (Under One ROof) then you will understand, just like the character he loves to tell stories about the origin of things,how that thing worked,stories from before, kisah-kisah nabi, you name it.Hehhe now I am laughing coz just this evening he reminds me of TKT when so sudden in a conversation about my waking-up-for-prayer-then-straight-went-back-to-slumberland sister the story turned to a very deep salawat syifa and salawat nabi Nuh.I remember all the stories he told me, once he said, "Kak malam ni ayah nak jumpa kawan, orang putih" Me,being the innocent 7 or 8 year old girl did not think anything was amiss because his and ibu's line of job had probably introduced us to a lot of gwailo when we were small. I used to get duit raya from ibu's boss but that was another story as Mr Kipling would probably say. I asked " Sapa yah?" , my dad without batting an eyelid ,he said "Pierce Brosnan.You have to look after your sisters" Gosh,it was not until few days later when I read in the newspaper about this new Bond movie with the august Mr Brosnan in it! He (and a lot of his colleague) got a free ticket for that Bond movie premiere. (I know some of u might have heard of this a thousand times but still I want to tell "p)

The above story is not complete without me telling you guys of another such trick he pulled on me. He said he has this great African friend and he and my mother had to see him . His name is Olanbumi Adigun, guess who this great AFRICAN friend of his was? A football player signed to Kedah if I am not mistaken.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh. I've been tricked twice! I hope Haziq is wise enough to read our blogs to get clues about how to handle a mischievous dad!LOL

I have lots of wonderful childhood memories because of my dad. During my UPSR year,often he sat next to me and patiently taught me maths,bahasa sometimes i got bored I purposely took out my arabic textbook on the pretext of studying for my UPSRA (in ABIM schools,beside UPSR there's this UPSRA u need to pass also) .Hehehe,then my dad will not have a clue what i was reading about,most of the time my mind wandered aimlessly. HaHaha. But now he knew a lot of arabic words because he took tuition classes. Again,pity Haziq ;-)

And yesterday me and my sisters did suprise both mom and dad,if you want to read about it kindly go to this blog 1, blog 2 and blog 3.

I think I want to stop here, because I am sneezing without stopping maybe because of this fan I use to cool takuya down.Atttttttttttttttttttttttttttchoo.. Have to save some of the stories for future use. Hihihi. Happy Birthday Dad,we love you. And I am meeting my old friend, Mizushima Hiro now (Evilly I smile). Bye bye.

Love u lots,mmmmmmuah.

Nad Nad

p/s: Mommy happy mother's day. I love reading your blog. Ganbatte ne! Sorry no entry for mothers day special because I was down with a very bad flu,fever and headache yesterday but u kno i love you muccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccch . I will write some other time

p/s2: No picture because I cant find any in this laptop and I am lazy to move from my bed. But a recent pic of my handsome dad can be seen at blog no 1,no 2 and 3.

Huahuahuahua. Seriously,I was deliriously happy early this morning, when I read an sms on my mobile (where else?) .The said sms brought happy news. And the happy news ..jeng jeng jeng..drum rolls...We won ! Against another bidder. Huhu..the much coveted item(s) now belong to Miss Nona,(whatever is hers ,is ours--for consultation fee,bidding process help n etc). For RM 51.00 ,a set of Penyiasat Remaja Q+special edition will arrive to our humble abode in Seremban Selatan this Friday Morning,Allah willing. Only comic lovers I guess will understand the joy we felt . I am superglad I bought a lot of comics in my teens for my siblings to read. HaHa


Comics aside,anak-anak ramalan are currently busy dabbling in the world of auction. One of these days u might see us in Sotheby,Dorotheum or maybe in the revered Stockholm Auction House .The eldest and youngest sisters are busy auctioning in Neopets(hahahha) while the richer and bounteous second sister bid a lot of herbalife products in ebay OZ(???)

Last week, I purchased (with my sis' money) an 8 gig mp4 player,free shipped to the OZ. Huahua cannot wait to fill the player with a lot of islamic documentaries,sermons and Harun Yahya's book ..(winking to my dear father). Because of the time difference anak-anak ramalan managed to outbid,outplay these rotten spoilt anak- anak orangputih. Heh.

But condolences to Nona whose dream was shattered. iPOD mana nak dapat dalam lingkungan 50 dollar AUD tu..kirimsalam je lah!!

Ok,i will be busy this following week!

You kno wat? I really didnt know what to expect from Malaysian public. And I didnt get it,why the Malays are so against teaching of these two subjects in English? What's with Ketuanan Melayu getting in the way of Sc n M3 being taught in English? There's no correlation between the two. T correlation?Pearson Coefficient Correlation?




I read an article, written from a teacher's perspective in Cikgu Azleen dot com

She highlighted ,the plight of a parent who wanted the subjects to revert back to BM's teaching simply because he/she/they (donno wether both parents or wat) couldnt help their kids with homework. They want their children to be like that too?? Am super glad my parents instilled the love of books since we were small. Starting from BM and simple english for kids book to Shakespeare and A.Samad Said (the old guy was tear gassed just now because he was against the move-Please do not use tear gas,let the people voice their opinion howsoever we wanted,wether we are against or in favor!We claimed our country as a free country, No?)



Back to the subject , why I am all for the usage of English in Malaysian classroom is because simply I want us Malay to be at the same level with our Chinese and Indian friends. Now they have to study a lot harder to understand rather that the usual lackadaisical attitude toward the language. Some write very well but when ask to speak ,all hells broke loose.

Second,when in uni a lot of materials these students are gonna use are written in English. Why must you prolong their meetings with these English textbooks at 19 rather than when they were merely small innocent schoolkids.



And the craziest notion I heard a friend argued with me was,by using Bahasa Inggeris in our classrooms,other races than Malay will not know how to converse in BM.Boohoo my dear friend..Boo! (:p) even now,u can see a lot of them struggling even with BM being the only language taught (except when english,mandarin,tamil,arabic,telugu classes were in session of course). Even after 52 years of independence ,not even the Malays are proficient in Malay anymore. The landscape and time is changing. Malaysia must change too. I for one,also want BM not to disappear from this earth but a year or two back,i heard a painful comments from a minister in very very very very BAD english in al-jazeera so I want all Malaysian kids to speak well in English.

Just because the two subjects will be in English,that doesnt mean our language will perish. Please be a little more open-minded and stop dwelling in shallowness.We are no Flintstones.

Majulah bangsa untuk negara. Untuk maju terimalah perubahan. I welcome feedbacks .

p/s: All images are yahoo-searched. Keris from Zuraisham. A Samad Said from Wazari

Love,

Kelahiran saya disambut riang

Whoa,my sis is a big girl already,soon you'll be twenty-ish then thirty-ish then forty-ish. Lets grow old together all the four of us living nearby,being mad at each other everyday.Emo.Screaming at the top of our lungs.Gossiping. And me having an easy life no need to cook for my children since my sisters and bro nearby to cook for them.ahaha.I will bring your kids to park and holiday ~LOL

The so cute little girl has grown into a lady now. [and dont put words into my mouth,i said you were cute when you were small. *evil grin*]. I remember being so mad at her,because she was this super talented news anchor/reporter/broken radio. We ,Jela and I usually kept from her any secret because the secret will no longer be a secret then.. Even with her mass com talent at that time, we still managed to blackmail her. But nowadays I can trust her with my bank account and everything.


Period period,she x leh di trust.Hahhaha.yours truly seksi kene blurkan

When I was in my secondary years,Nawa and Jela loved to gang up against me.They did things together.They slept in the same room [tp bila takut,datang menempel jua kat bilik kakaknye] But my aunt once gave me this lovely pen with this saying engraved on the box

"One does not set out to be a leader, but becomes one by the quality of their actions and the integrity of their intent. In the end, leaders are like eagles ... they do not flock, you find them one at a time"

Hehe.How appropriate.


Us @ Mecca

Awa loved to hug hug me when she was small,now she's kinda segan to hug me in public. There was this one incident ,we were linking our hands-hugging and walking and then a group of hot young UIA boys passed us by,u guess what she did? kekekekeke


Bukti ketika kecil2 awa suka memeluk2

So now single guys or attached-guys-but-fed-up-w-current-girlfriends please send me your resume if you want to meet up with my sister.Kinda like Japanese Omiai


I prefer someone rock solid in his religious foundation,and can get along well with me because I am a very bossy elder sister.And your other sis-in-law is a very sensitive one. Be prepared.Haha.And not to mention,you will have a reincarnation of Shin Chan as a bro.


Awa and adiknye

Jokes aside,I would like to wish my dearest adik (sekarang da acik,because haziq wants to be called adik officially) a very happy birthday. May this year and the year ahead brings you happiness,financial security,expensive holidays,glittery earrings and 3 michelin stars dinners.


my adik who is quite bergaya now,thanks to her angah's training

Suffice to say, I love u v much.
Akak