Who Said They Can't Have Fun?

Out of all the people I've gone out with

To have a good time;

I never expected to go out with them.

Zaim texted me earlier today,

Asking me to join him, Cynthia

And a few others out to OU.

I thought, since I'm not going to have another long break for quite some time,

This should be the best time to meet up again with the both of them.

After all, this was the semester break's "theme".

Meeting back old friends from anywhere Outside the college.

I've got some history with Dr.Zaim & Dr.Cynthia.

They were my best friends, 'mentors' I'd say..

When I was doing my Medical Attachment some time ago in December.

Now both of them are in the Obs&Gynaecology Department.

My mum's department.

It's a military regime in there,

And my mum is Adolf Hitler reincarnated.

And almost all of the cool people from the dept. are there tonight!

And over there at Chili's, there were

Gibran, Alyssa, Farrah, Patricia and of course, Cynthia.

In normal-people clothes, instead of the standard-issue white coats!

The girls wearing make-up, instead of blood stains and liquor

(Med.Term for amniotic fluid) on their faces.

Pardon my enthusiasm, but there are just some things

That are hard to imagine at times.

And there you go.

In the hospital, you talk about the patients.

Over the dinner table, you bitch about other doctors.

Some things never change I tell you...

Some things never change.

Whether it's a bunch of friends at school, college,

University, the office, and even the hospital.

Luckily I know the people we're bitching about,

And the recent gossip as well, the full story too.

I knew it would come in handy at some point!

So, the conversation took off really well.

Funny how we tend to bitch about the same people only.

Big doctors with big wallets, and they don't know how to spend their money anymore.

Most of the bunch come from well-to-do families.

And the only thing they can spend on at the moment were food, food, and more food.

When else can you spend the hard earned cash

From all those bloody, screaming, crazy patients in the Labour Room?

Pfft... So much food. And girls, being girls.

"I'm so full. I can't eat anymore" .

The funny thing about Alyssa was,

She kept on repeating this while munching on stuff all the time.

Me and Zaim, being the pigs that we are;

Wolfed down whatever that is on the table.

Gibran somewhat did not eat as much though.

Anyway; the actual purpose of tonight was to practise bowling.

Hahaha! The Department is holding up some

"Inter-hospital Obs&Gynae Bowling tourney".

So, you get, Selayang Hospital vs. HKL, Ampang, HUKM,

And the like.

All midwives put to the test.

25th July at OneUtama bowling alley.

And so, today was the first (and could be the only) practice session.

As if they've got so much time to go out and stuff.

I think this is the only time they got to go out together;

Using the "tournament-practice" as an excuse to leave.

God, I haven't touched a bowling ball since school time.

Those were the days alright. Skipped classes and went bowling.

They were really good alright. And Cynthia must've been bluffing.

"I've never bowled before!" ; after the 3rd strike in a row.

And of course, as usual, I won't have the photos uploaded.

They're most probably on Facebook instead.

(Or in another person's camera)

It was good fun.

A dash of normalcy put back into their lives.

Even for one short and simple night.

A nice dinner, a bit of bowling and pool...

I'm sure back in the hay days they were at the top of their game.

Until they went after the title "Dr." to put infront of their names.

And for once,

I saw smiles and laughter with full of candid moments;

Rather than eye-bags, frowns, grumps and stress in their faces.

'Till next time then. :)

The Promtay

It's been two years (well, almost.) since the first one.

Back in the day, it was done on a very small-scale basis.

With only a small gathering of themselves over dinner or whatever.

With the main purpose of celebrating a bunch of friends'

"Anniversary" of their friendship,

And if I am not mistaken, 12th December was the official date for these 12 people.

Poetic.

Now it has evolved to a rather.. different occasion.

I wonder who was it again that came up with the funny name;

When talks about a "year-end party" somewhat started

During Satya's birthday at her place in 2007.

" Prom + Par-tay = Promtay. "

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The first "Promtay" was done in December 2007;

Alongside with some of Sri Bintang Selatan's outgoing Fifth-Formers as well.

.KL Tower. .Joey G. .Music. .Dance. .Retro Christmas.

Proceeds will then go to Rumah Sayangan;

A children's home in Cheras,

Where the group of friends had a lot of history together in the past.

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Me and my best friend somewhat got the priviledge to be part of this team.

Made it a great night and became the envy of some other proms during that period of time.

Even though we were doing the SPM during the initial stages of planning.

Ah, how stupid I feel right now thinking about it :P

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Those who are involved or got some experience in event planning and organisation

Will know how stressfull and straining the whole thing may be.

And I guess, from my intepretation;

That is why they do this even now.

To strengthen their friendship still.

During the whole process we'll bicker, we'll bitch, we'll stab each other here and there,

To make ends meet. To make sure it's all okay.

We might even not talk to each other

For a while because of the arguments or disagreements.

But it all pays off during the night itself,

When you can just sit back, relax, and see how beautiful it all turned out to be.

Kiss and make up.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

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Heritage Mansion.

4th July 2009.

Masquerade.

So, here's to you, Promtay '09.

Christine pulled it off last time.

Let's see whether you got what it takes as well Satya.

Disappeared And Got Closer

I accomplished something today.

I managed to get up (after several attempts for a couple of days) for Subuh prayers.

Okay, credit goes to my chaletmate, Haq as well for waking me up in such a shocking manner.

And, with that, along came the rest of the 4 other prayers as well.

(Zohor + Asar + Maghrib + Isyak).

To be honest, thats the first time I've ever done a full set of 5 since almost a year ago,
During induction week.

(Talk about being pious...)

Hopefully I can keep the ball rolling.

I had this funny misconception,

If I can't perform all 5 prayers a day,

Might as well don't at all.

Like, it's no longer a 'perfect set' sort of thing.

And of course, being me, I'd always come up with something to justify that.

Last time, (even now), I still can't remember fully the 

"Doa Qunut" for the Subuh prayers.

The verses are so long and winding, 

I only remembered the first 4 lines.

I was taught in school last time that it was 

Necessary if the prayer was to be 'valid/proper'.

And, that was the main 'reason' of not going for Subuh prayers, 

And thus,

Leading to the bigger picture, 

Since I didn't go for the first one,

Might as well don't go for the other 4 prayers as well.

Last Sunday, I had a funny thought.

Every system can be bypassed.

Then I realised how to literally bypass my 'predicament'.

It was so simple, I wondered why didn't I think of it last time.

Solution:

Go for the Jemaah* prayers for the Subuh prayers instead!

(*Thats when you do it with everybody, with an Imam leading)

When the Imam leads, it is his responsibility to recite certain verses and such,

From my intepretation, on behalf of everybody (well, sort of).

And one of them, of course, is the Doa Qunut itself!

Thus, relieving me of my problem of memorising it.

With the Imam reciting the Qunut for me (and everyone else);

My Subuh prayer is considered valid and proper,

And of course, the other 4 will follow suit later on during the day.

I wonder whether this is a good approach to the whole issue.

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Anyway, the power was cut today, 

TNB was performing some big maintenance thing 

To our power supply cables and such.

They just HAD to turn on the back-up generator in the morning for the classes.

Argh! I had to sit through 2 blocks of polynomial division and factorisation.

Anyway, the real power cut was from 2pm - 6pm.

College was officially declared 'closed'.

And the irony is, the actual class that I wanted to attend

(Biology Practical, we're supposed to dissect hearts today)

Was canceled due to the power cut.

The chalets were hot as hell.

My celcom line seems to be cut off as well, for some weird reason.

You can't make phone calls or type text messages.

You can't sleep, as it's too hot.

You can't study, it's too hot!

You can't use your laptop for longer than 2 hours!

There's no internet!

And for once, the college was literally 

Cut off from the whole world.

At least, for 4 hours anyway.

Some of the boys started cannonballing into the swimming pool.

Some had iced drinks at the cafe (which was hot as well).

Some just slept through the ordeal.

Some played sports in the MPH.

I had to kill time as well.

And I guess, now's the best time to practice my drums.

After 10minutes of playing, my headsets ran out of battery.

Just great, the biggest flaw in getting Bluetooth headphones.

Though it was really, really hot and sunny;

To be fair, it was kind of windy.

I guess now's the chance to do some outdoor-studying.

Took my Economics Paper1 Past-Years and sat under a tree at the KYUEM field.

Turning up the music on loudspeaker, 

Circling correct (and incorrect) answers.

Apparently quite a number of people did something similar.

Just that, I didn't have a mat to sit on.

The grass will do just fine.

And before you know it, another hour has passed.

Funny how we were complaining ever so much,

Over a power cut that lasted only for 3-4 hours.

"It's hot, it's dark, I can't use my laptop, I can't.... It's ..."

Imagine if the power cut lasted for 24 hours.

I think everything will fall to pieces by now.

Driven by madness and agony.

"I've got batteries!"

All hail the new king.

Or maybe a fight to the finish to claim the precious 1.5volt energy cells.

Oh how pampered we all are.

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Anyway, it felt nice getting more in touch with God,

And it was kind of funny, disappearing from the whole world for a few hours.

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A.Reza, thanks for the inspiration to do this.

If you can do it everyday, then so can I.

Happy Birthday

It's the time of year again.
I'm one year older than the day before.

I spent mine this year in college.
The night before;
I was worrying about the upcoming Economics paper.

It's my first official external examination since SPM!
2 years since a proper exam paper. 

(Not that the internal ones aren't..)

The feelings all came back.
The nervousness. The anxiety.
All sorts of questions darted out.

What'll come out tomorrow?

Will my 'prediction' of topics come true?

What if I didn't wake up in the morning?

What if my pens ran out of ink?! .........

It's almost midnight. 

Damn it I have to sleep early!

Maybe some fresh air will do me some good.

It's a clear night. The moon was glowing nice and full.

Stars glittering here, there, everywhere.

There I was, standing outside the MPH, stoning.

I didn't dare sitting down though. 

The other night I saw a huge ass centipede 'sprinting' through on the floor.

Argh! I feel so shitty.

God's wonders of the heavenly night sky 

Wasn't enough to put away my worries.

*beep*

Why am I getting birthday messages?

Is this some kind of prank again?
It's not my fucking birthd....
Oh wait, it is!

A pleasant surprise afterall.

Oh how I'd wish to run away and escape from this artificial reality.

I miss you people.

Funny how simple words in a text message can make you feel so special;

Like a million bucks.

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5th June, 2009.

Economics! Economics! Economics!

I woke up extra early today (boleh pulak.. selalu tu lambat je)

Showered, took my morning coffee.

And for once (in many weeks); have breakfast at the Dining Hall.

And again, one surprise after the other, 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMIRUL".

A mini-banner sort of thing was hanging out at the walkway right outside the Dining Hall.

That was so sweet of you guys.

Whoever it is that did it, thank you :)

You must've known I like Blueberry Cheesecake.

Economics Paper 2 was surprisingly easy.
But then again, easy papers mean tighter mark schemes.

I expected Balance of Payments & Govt. Intervention to come out,
And it did! Probably just my luck.

I literally almost screamed "YEAHH!!!"

When I saw "subsidies" as one of the essay questions.

Such a typical Malaysian.

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If I said nothing's changed over the year,

Then I'd be lying.

Well then, with all that said and done,

I remembered Anthony Bourdain saying this
During one of his episodes visiting some country in South America.

"The Older I get, The More I see, The Less I know"

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Now, on to surviving the rest of the week!