Sunday, October 4, 2015

haze makes me gloomy

Salam Isya' again, everyone.

I don't feel like going out much these days due to the bad haze (today, the API of Nilai reached 190+). Received a memo from my big boss to distribute 3-ply masks to pregnant ladies, elderly people, children, and those with respiratory disease, but you see, the normal 3-ply mask isn't quite effective to filter hazardous particles. An N95 mask is the one that you should use instead.

I wore this mask before when I was treating patients with tuberculosis and I'll be frank, it felt suffocating. It's not cheap either.

Okay, skip that dry subject!

From left to right: Syima, Murni, Aisyah, and I

As I had mentioned before, I flunk badly during SPM, but I was offered to pursue degree in medicine (abroad) and dentistry (local) after working my arse off during matriculation college, during which I had these amazing ladies as my roommates! I still remember us, along with our floor-mates (blok C2 aras 4) having our Maggi or tuna party. Life was so simple and joyful back then despite the unfinished look our dorms had. Life was pretty haunting too at that time. Let me tell you a ghost story...

  One fine night, I was at my dear friend, Ain's, room studying like the nerd I was. Syima, the Kedah girl - also the most ballsy of us four, used to say, "Aku nak tengok la hantu camana" quite a few times. She once said it as she was accompanying me to the toilet at 2am in the morning. As I returned to my room, I saw all three of them lying on the floor, mattress pulled down, all pale-faced. It turned out that after Syima talked to her then-boyfriend, she received another call from the same number, but a girl sang My Heart (by Acha Septriasa) and it ended with a rather creepy laughter. Syima called that lad back and was all angry, asking who the hell that girl was, but he denied of doing so. Then all of them gathered on the floor. You thought it ended just there, eh? Nope. While Aisyah was lying beside Syima, she experienced something similar to sleep paralysis and her tears welled up, but she couldn't do anything. She wasn't even asleep at that moment! Her body just froze. That night, none of us could sleep well. I am glad till today that I wasn't there when it all happened. Technically, I arrived the moment it all ended. Wallahua'lam (only Allah knows) what actually happened that night... 

- the end - 

So I am 27 years old now, which means I hadn't met them for EIGHT FREAKING YEARS already!! Just randomly, one of us suggested to meet up, I set the date, and all of us made it. It felt like pillow talk during our younger days, but with more fancy food served to us (not sure whether I am going to regret gobbling that sirloin steak. Let's listen to what the weighing scale has to say tomorrow). Syima now is happily married and has one kid already while the rest of us are still single - happily I might say :) They're all shocked at my weight loss. Yep, I was 90kg+ during my matrics days (and the number climbed as years passed by). Hamek kau!

From left to right: Me, Dr Mads Gilbert, Ayah, and Umi

After 4 years not attending any talk about Palestine, MERCY Malaysia posted on its Facebook regarding a talk which would be given by Dr Mads Gilbert - one of the attending physicians at Shifa Hospital, Gaza, specialist in anaesthesiology, and also the head of emergency medicine department at University Hospital of North Norway. Time to throw my Starbucks card away. See, I had always been a supporter of BDS (boycott, divestment, and sanctions) movement which started quite a few years ago until I started to work in Port Dickson where Starbucks is the only place you could get a somewhat decent cup of coffee. Well, whatever it is, the talk sparked back that spirit in me and I calling all my brothers, sisters, and friends, to boycott Israeli products. Each cent we contribute to them is the very money used to sponsor all weapons which killed our dear Palestinian friends. Like he said, "The Palestinian issue isn't just a Muslim's cause. It's everyone's cause". Who in the world purposely bomb UN shelters? Who in the world specifically aim children because they are scared of the strong men and women these children would grow up to be? 

p/s: Damn, I hate cardigans. It adds a few pounds on me picture-wise, but it's decent, alright

On a completely different note, I have something to say to all men out there...

If you're already committed yourself to a partner, just stop flirting with other girls. Stop adding us up on Facebook just so that you can cuci mata. And girls, why would you entertain such men?

To all men out there too, bear this in mind. You are all potential husbands. If you're a Muslim, start reading up about your responsibilities as a Muslim and also as a husband. Most of my female friends are career-oriented women. We're working because we want to be independent in many aspects. Not for you to leech on us. It is humiliating especially when you make it so obvious that you're approaching a woman with the intention of depending on her financially (whether or not you're working) - that you approach a woman mainly because of her status or occupation. And repetitive, "Kau kan dentist, belanja aku ahhh", annoys the shit out of me. Ok tata~


Anonymous said...

Dah macam baca blog cerita seram pula awal tu . Sebenarnya kawan masa di hostel la paling menguji friendship kita. Bila dah zaman kerja ni, semua sebab kepentingan. Itulah perbezaan ketara di antara kawan zaman hostel dengan zaman bekerja.

Zahirah punya klinik di mana? Ingat nak juga jadi patient Zahirah. :)

zahirah ardy said...

Saya doktor gigi gomen shj. Dan saya rasa itu soalan personal. Bahaya untuk dedahkan pd org yg x dikenali. Maaf ya..

Anonymous said...

Tak mengapa. Maafkan saya. Saya yang sepatutnya minta maaf.