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a second chance..

2009-03-31T05:03:00.000-07:00

Dengan nama Allah, Tuhan yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Penyayang. Assalamualaikum wrbth. i would like to share a true story that happened to me. Please take some of these that i am going to tell as pengajarans or lessons to me myself, and to you who are reading. Wednesday morning, i lost my wallet in a mashrut( mashrut is like a van, where many peope share money for one trip, like rm 1 for a trip, senang cerita kereta sewa la kan.) then, after i lost my wallet, i thought to my self '' mungkin ni ujian dari-Nya, mungkin ini apa yang Tuhan takdirkan untuk mengampuni dosaku yg bertimbun2 banyaknya'' i decided not to be stressed, and decided to go on..

noon.. as i was having my russian class, i felt weak, VERY weak. i decided to put my heavy head on the table. igtkan nk letak sekejaaaappp je kepala atas meja, when i let my head lie on the table. After that, i lost control of myself.. i was too weak to wake up* atau dengan kata lain.. bajet* hehe. anywho.. mmg weak la.. then i felt very VERY cold, in the normal temperature, sejuk sgt la, tk tau mcmn, then my dear groupmates put their coat on me, baik la dorg =) i closed my eyes as i was crying( ahh man.. kantoi.. haha). i should have lasted la, n fought n should have waken up, but i coudnlt.. i just couldnt.. my head was on the table... my hands and leg was shivering.. i coult only hear and see.. and barely speak. i was weak, and couldnt do much.

"Skoraya pamosh?(ambulance?)" said my curator.
that time i just could say da(yes), without even knowing what does the word means. later on, the ambulance came. pebende la dorg ni nk dtg sebok je haha. i mean, i'm glad that they came la, very glad. at first they asked la whats my name, while slapping me.
'' kak tibia zavut?"
dorg macam tk tau la pula, nk juga tanya orang sakit, tanya orang lain takleh ke sheesh hehe. maybe it was a procedure.. n i patut stop sangka buruk.. haiyaa. lepas that, they put ammonia to my nose, that thing mmg dangerous la, sakit tau, i inhaled it, and felt the painfull sensation down my throat. i thought that cecair at that time which i didnt know what it is was supposed to make me feel unconscious. so i stopped breathing.. n almost lost my breath. that time.. i imagined death.. after that, i saw my former lecturer, Olga Nikalaevna, i was glad to see her, very glad, she held my weak hands *ooppss...* hehe
then, they carried my body down on the mat which is bentanged on the floor. Then they carriedme to the ambulance. i was freezing cold at that time, lagi2 when they exitd the university's door, into the ambulance. mmg sejuk, hanya Tuhan yang tahu.
In the ambulance kn, i felt like dropping, ye la, dah driver dia bawak mcm pro haha no la. i meant kn kene belok sini sana, so rasa nk jatuh la. In the ambulance, i begged for His forgiveness for the sins that i did, hanya mampu berdoa.
as i arrived at the hospital.. i barely told the nurse i was weak and cold.. and the nurse kind of PERLI me.it okay if main2, but this is too much. those of u in Malaysia, be thankful la. my heart went from heart broken, to berkecai into pieces. ini dugaan kan, nk buat mcmn. mampu diam je la.
Then, i went into the doctors room, while entering on the trotil(troli + katil) i heard their perbincangan.
"atkuda on?(dia dari mana?)"
"iz malaizii(dari Malaysia)"
"Malayzii? gdea?(Malaysia? kat mana tu?)"
"v afrikie(kat Afrika)"
mmg kalau ada sliper mmg nk campak je la kat dia haha. tk la.

then, the doctor tanya me questions tau, n then i answered la.
Then.. ur.. malunya nk cerita this part, okay here goes. Then, the nurse took off all my clothes tau, mmg my maruah diri tercalar bafaikn handset tercalar apabila diseret atas tar jalan. but at least lepas dia tarik my baju without perasaan dia cover me with a selimut, so okay lagi la. then, they roll me into the ISEEYOU(ICU) room mmg psycho la, lagi2 dgn nama dia, takleh ke letak nama *ICdoctor ke *ICUCIC ke.. dont know what that means. thats the first part, the name ICU, the second part is when i entered the room, my mind went into thinking that i am going to be post mortemed, that they r going to belah me, n take my organs out, psycho u know sheesh. hurm. then, the nurse rolled me next to the katil, u know how tudung saji ditarik oleh orang yang sangat lapar, begitu la selimut saya ditarik.stop. Pada waktu itu, saya berasa sangat malu. stop. tadi kata maruah tercalar bagaikan handset di seretkan? ha ni maruah musnah bagaikan handset dilanggar kereta dan hancur musnah. Then, i had to change katil.. from trotil to katil. Masa tukar katil, the nurse pake me pakai PAMPERS.. lama tak pakai.. rindu betul hahah. errr ye la dia ambil semua bau n bagi pakai pampers. pakai ni mcm.. rasa macam bagaikan serpihan2 handset yg dicalar dan dilanggar, kali ni rasa mcm serpihan2 kene lenyek dgn mesin perata jalan tar. hehe.

Masa baru tukar katil perbualan ni berlaku
sy:"gdea tualiet?(mana toilet, tak tahan ni)"
dia:"nietu(sini takde toilet, sorry sket)"

lepas tu, rasa mcm arrghhhh haha. mmg klau dok icu ni seminggu, mmg tk nk buang air besar. waktu tu nurse bagi botol.. so saya pun.. umm.. takpe la carry on.
That night kan, i was kind of culture shocked la seeing old sick ladies kene marah with no good reason at all, dah la tgh sakit, lepas tu nurse boleh marah, mmg tak tau la nk kata apa. rasa terharu la.
That time, i was feeling hungry. Andthen, i started to feel sorry, because i never realise how lucky i am, on a bed, lying on a soft bed with a selimut to cover my body and to recover my maruah, while those poor people in Palestin, in Iraq, takde makanan, pakaian takde, sakit takde, why should i rasa kesiankan myself, when all of the other people lagi teruk nasib dia. i should be very thankful. i was very hungry at that time, but what kind of selfish human am i kalau i pentingkan diri sendiri. i just lay there. Tuhan Maha Pemurah, the nurse sent some porridge. i finished it all though i am hungry. That time i just prayed and prayed, and hope for HIs forgiveness. memang tersiksa la waktu tu.. tapi ni baru dunia, belum AKHIRAT LAGI. i rested the whole night. I told the nurse "I NAKK BALIIKKKKK" but she didnt let la. i prayed:

"Ya ALLAH, matikanlah aku sekiranya mati itu lebih baik dari hidup" i serahkan everything to ALLAH.

After that, 3 orang nurse datang, i was like what the hanger is this?, sorg nurse to pegang me andasked me to baring like mcm embryo. i did la. and then then, she took my air tulang belakang, lumbar puncture. sakit tu i didnt know, because i didnt want to know. dah waktu tu igt nak mati dah. then i rested until the next day. the next morning, i felt better, i had to fake that i'm feeling better so that i could escape from the hospital.. but couldnt. mungkin ditakdirkan hidup disini buat sementara. After i saw the doctor, i was transferred to a nicer ward, where i met russians. happy sikit la walaupun hanya *berpampers(ye la takkan nak tulis *hanya tak berbaju)hehe. sini, sangat cantik, ada toilet, friendly russians.

i lied down n covered my cold body with the blanket,... wondering when can i graduate from the hospital. then... i saw two seniors came, n gave me biskut. at first malu2 pastu makan juga.. orang lapar kan =) memang langsung tak expect.. i was happy like a fat boy getting a lollipop, i always feel that way when people come to visit me. Those of you reading and have visited me, i would like to really thank you so much, and thanks for bringing all the foods,thanks to my batch mate, especially Khai, n JenFai, thanks Endy for visiting , calling n everything, thanks Fadhlin for the card, care and love u showed, i owe ou guys a LOT thanks seniors especially abg Ramdhan, akak Yana, and everyone la. May Allah bless all of you, may He murahkan rezeki for all of you. i feel very happy, and very thankful to ALLAH, He gave me everything.

I stayed in the hospital for about a week. i kacaued the nurse, made new friends, and kept one, nama dia Alexey.. i loved staying in the hotel(hospital) i learnt aa lot of islamic knowledges from the Qur'an. banyak bende yang baru sedar. lastly, i would like to igtkan what Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. said, to myself, and everyone: "I am a servant of Allah; i eat like a servant; sit like a servant; and walk like a servant" prophet Muhammad.
This experience teaches me how lucky i am, how lucky i am to wear clothes, and not n@ked, how lucky am i to be able to sit stand, smile, and not paralyzed, how lucky i am to be able to breathe, and still alive, Alhamdulillah. i have been given a second chance of life.. i'm thankful i can still talk to my parents, see my friends and everyone. Allah has given me a chance, and i believe the same chance to all of us, to still keep on living, and carry on our lives. Allah has given us all, but the thing is.. we r not thankful enough. how many of us say alhamdulillah whenever we can talk walk see feel eat smile, this teguran is meant for me, and for other people who wants to be improved. segala yang baik itu datang dari Allah, dan segala yang buruk itu juga datang dari Allah, tapi berlandaskan kekurangan yang ada pada diri saya. thanks for reading, n i'm sorry for not updating for soo long.

to Farhana B, Azhar, Hani, Goh, Munya and everyone ; how are you? kind of miss you guys =)

disudahi dengan wabillahitaufiqwalhidayah assalamualaikum wrbth.

2009-02-15T05:01:00.000-08:00

Assalamualaikum. this is the second part of my trip to Berlin. the picture up here is taken by my friends when i was sesat.. sheeshh. hurm here goes nothing..
this is one of the europe buildings there is in Berlin
i think this is the memorable part of my trip. one time, after a lat lunch, we were kind of in a hurry to pray.. so we asked around and alhamdulillah.. we gfound a mosque. the mosque is not like in Malaysia where there is kubah and everything. here its in a building.. which looks nothing like a mosque.. until you go inside la. anyhow, after we prayed, we met this uncle. he is from Kosovo, and lived in Berlin for 17 years. what touched me the most was the way he treated us. he showed really good manner in speaking, always with the zikir, mmg buat hati terasa lembut n tenang. next he belanjaed us.. we didnt expect him to do so. he treatred us tea n kueh muih. n before we left, he gave us bags of cakes to eat on our way home. how many people can do this?? Germans are nice, but the nicest of the niceness would be an Islamis German.
Three..Two..( me being me)( Volgo dudes)( to lady D/ Diana: haa tu la Khairuddin. mmg rajin la that guy)

one! these are my masak group. its a good thing that all of us went there, os we dont have to masak la. lalalala.
tower of apa entah. gosh i have to be more attentive.
This os the parliament of Germany
partheNOT. normal museum.

monuments lalala.
urr..
waiting can kill
Jaulah group!
well.. this is what i do during lectures sob sob.. regret la
This is an awesome friend of mine from Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. dia baik la kamu semua.
i like.
Tulis je Stockholm, but its not. i pon boleh tulis my name to mr bombay.
maps...
train station. or was it bus station. who the hen cares
saya nak kuda tu. please!

nice building

Thats all people. i may seem happy, but its just pictures.. dalam hidup ini tak semuanya indah.. terima ia seadanya. okay, i have to get back and perah my otak with anatomy.

Guten Tag

2009-02-07T10:41:00.000-08:00

Assalamualaikum. in this episode of my blog, i would like to share my journey to berlin, Germany. the trip awesome, the food was great, the people are very nice, not to mention i got lost.. twice pula tu. stuck in a place where u dont know where you are, or where to go,.. but Tuhan maha kuasa kan.. HE helped me.

The Berlin wall... like i care.. hehe

This is the train station in Berlin. Its every 5 minutes,really fast, high tech! i repeat every FIVE MINUTES!!
i was jakuned by the double decker bus.. ya la.. riang ria. and there next to it is actually a kebab shop ( specifically named doner kebab) to those who dream to go to Berlin, find this kebab, even u tk paham what they say, just tunjuk to the daging there..!! its the most delicious ones i've ever tasted!!
This is one of the Germans skyscrapers.. but of course the twin towers are taller.

This was when we walked around the streets of Berlin.. well it was very very nice there streets are clean, their taxi's are well... classy lar( mercedes benz n not the normal ones the nice nice classy ones)
Nizhny + Volgo.

This was the first day we came, well it snowed a lot!.. only on our first day la.. then.. um... then no snow.

Oh stranger..

2008-12-29T04:19:00.000-08:00

In 2007, something very interesting happened. One Friday, I was on my way home from KKB, just waiting for my announcement ‘stesen seterusnya, Subang Jaya’ haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nak balik!! Nk juga!!!! Carry on, n jgn layan my nonsensenesss,.. I was in my polo maktab shirt.. worrying.. about SPM. Ye la, byk nk kene baca, yet tak byk yg I tau sgt. As I was gazing upon the blue sky.. dreaming…( Ms. Sherry.. if ur reading this.. I nk markah lebih for this essay tau) then ada this one guy came n tegur me;

“Dik, mrsm mana?” he asked.

“KKB, abg dari mrsm mana?”

“Jasin”

Okay, there are two mistakes here. One, I was suppose to ask him first whether he was from mrsm or not, duh its in the first rule of flirting, sheesh. And the second mistake was I was not supposed to main call people ‘abang’. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee gelinya, even I don’t call my brothers abang (Ariff, Aizat.. sori yeee heehe) haa so next time I kene mahal sikit, call people ‘bro’ or apa2 la. ‘Abang shall be last season, chey! Haha continue with the story. He asked about my spm, I said la my problem tu… yg banyak nk baca n all. Then he told me about himself

“i used to be top ten in Jasin..”

My jaw dropped, ye la jumpa top student Jasin kot! Until he continued his last line

“..top ten from behind” I gelaked la, ada ke patut ckp mcm tu.

He told la a story about himself n how he was in Jasin,.. selalu ponteng la… main la ni la tu la. But was also a debater. He went to UIA and debated for both bahasa n English, good huh? He told me he was doing ib in either kmb or kms tk igt la, n going to India to do medicine. Then he said that he studied 2 weeks before spm.. yeah..that’s what they all say. But what caught my attention was when he told me how he did it. He told to just do the past year question, because they are going to publish the same exact thing, n he said that mana yg tak tahu kene yg revise, n mana yg tau tu repeat la. Plus, not to read every single thing from scratch, tu bazir masa. From what I understood, from this method, I could see that he did two things 1. Revise what he knew and 2ndly studied what he didn't know. Its kinda funny how that managed to help me. I changed after that, with ALLAH’s will of course. I was more confident.. somehow. N after that, I prepared much better for my spm, n did my best larh. Hurm until today, im still in contact with this stranger, n I hope he’s not reading this blog, Hafizudeen! Jgn baca blog ni yea? So.. those of you who are not Hafizudeen, rajin2 la comment blog ni.

Yang baik itu datang dari Allah, yang buruk itu dating dari diri saya sendiri. Minta maaf jika tersalah kata.

P/S: I miss 5 Cemerlang, especially Fahana :p n Ramzy!!

a little bit of some thing of everything

2008-11-28T11:28:00.001-08:00

Syakirin Ruslan; serious smart guy.
Chan Wei Jian; a brilliant kind swesome friend of mine, dah la tak pernah dapat nombor lain dkt MRSM dulu, skrg mesti top lagi. All the best, n good luck studyin in australia yea!
alaa nk nangis la tg gmbr ni, this is the ultimate 5 cemerlang
This is Endy or Nor Diyana Abdul Rahman. i guess we're going to be in the place for 9 years la, 2 tahuns mrsm, 1 tahun di Intec, n 6 tahuns di Volgograd. Seriously, duduk Russia mmg boleh damage english language.
ahaa ni mmg pengalaman yg tk tau la nk ckp mcmn. During the sports closing ceremony( or was it opening ceremony) every group had their own mascot, i was my mascot that night. mmg malu la seriously menari depan professors, lecturers( btw my lecturers gelak when they know i was the astrounut). the girl next to me is Sharon. she is very amazing, bayangkan being able to represent the country in various acara( taekwondo, n her science project was sent to India if im not mistaken) n represent her state in debate. great achievements huh.

Like Munya said, Egypt + Russia. in the pic Azhar, my kindergarten friend. takdir Tuhan membolehkan kita bertemu semula di KKB. Azhar!!! ahaha
Introducing a very kind friend of mine, NorHidayah Binti Jailuddin. We had been partners for several assignments this la that la. you guys know what, she is one of the first person i met that amazes me, because of the fine attitude she has, which is kindness. (Dayah, yesli ti citaiyesh etot blog, ya hacu skazat shto u tebya velikoliepnaya, ciestnaya, akkuratnaya i cudesnaya kharaktera balshoye spasiba dlia tibia pamagat mnie mnoga ) hehe kalau tk paham tu.. buat2 paham la hehe.
Warisan lelaki Subang Jaya terakhir ( Khairuddin n Nadhir)
Ros Ammar Fitri n Emmer. These guys lah yang i lepaked during sekolah menengah during recess, my close buddies. Can't find anyone to replace you guys!

Faizuddin Azmi- man this guy is seriously cool, entah susah la nk cari, tapi boleh je, cari la kedai yang jual Ramlee burger, n Gurpreet Kaur Maan. ahaaha you guys rock, i had fun and learnt a lot from you guys. thanks for beeing the nicest friends a guy could ask for.

(Melin's cousin, Ayong( HAHA) Fana dearie, Nadia Saypet- harap tk kisah tulis nama mcm ni) pe la dorg gelak. I really miss those fun outings with my friends, seriously! sini susah la nk dpt malls mcm Malaysia, and lagi la susah to go out with friends yang fun fun mcm tu.

Maybe i had put this pic before, but what the heck la. Syazwan( yo bro!!) Faruk( Toronto!) Emmier(maggi!). Maggi slurp was nice and fresh. We had quite a meal that night

Introducing, my students. Come to think of it, i kind of miss teaching, it was very fun. (Diana, Hazirah, n Faranur Iman) jangan igt cgu lupa korg yea. study elok2 wahai pelajar2 ku haha, cgu doakan korg berjaya dunia akhirat. n terima kasih la bagi cgu byk bende, kek la chocs la card la, walaupun sekejap dgn korg, tapi mmg manis kenangan tu. good luck spm 2009!
The picture above are my roomates at MRSM ( f-2-8) seriously mmg susah nk lupakan these guys, mmg everyday fun la, tak caya tgk la the video bawah tu., and our theme is 'gedegang!' because that was the sound i made everytime i woke up, tambah dengan gelabahnya. they remember that. Black(from the left) was and always cool, mmg susah nak marah la. Shahmir is continuing his studies, and this guy mmg caring n stylo! the third one is Pelo, whos going to Spain soon!! caiyalah!
Introducing, the best of non-bitara mrsm, fom five of 2007. Memang kenangan yang susah untuk dilupakan, dgn cgu Azminya, Cos nya macam2 la. I would like to repeat the experience thee, but life goes on kan.

Well, when i was 14, i entered a photography competition, themed 'membaca'. Unfortunately, mcmn tah the competition was bataled, and no one won. penat je hantar gmbr.
Inthe picture (Chong Wen Jiet, Jasril Nazmi, Emmier!(HAHAHHAHA) N Mavinthra)

Cant believe i was that chubby.. pfft...

My elder siblings. Dont know what i'd do without them.

You know what, when i overlooked through my pics, old albums pics, mmg byk kenangan, seriously mmg teringat those fun times. Whatever it is, life goes on, apa2 jgn fikir terlalu ke depan, n jangan fikir terlalu ke belakang. Those who i didn't put ur picture, then i'm sorry, but just so you know, i still love you ahahahha, okay tak kelakar. By the way, my roomate kirim salam, ahaha.

cruise around the park.

2008-11-10T03:51:00.000-08:00

once upon a time.. this is a story of a boy named Aidid.. and he's happy.. hehe.

mhmm....

One Sunday( the only day of the week that is a holiday btw) me n my friends went out to buy some stuff, senang cerita grocery shopping. come to think about it, i kind of love to cook. Anyway, we went la.. we walked, and took pictures and walked and got hurngry n makaned and then lastly balik masak. we didnt find any crazy people before. ada sekali tu, me n my firned Khai(yg byk dlm gmbr tu) went to meet our lecturer (Natalia-very lembut n motherly lecturer) and then ada this one guy dtg, dgn tak malunya dia pergi sampuk our conversation. he looks kind of drunk. rasa macam nk tampar je, haha jahat betol. but ye la. our lecturer tried to halau that 'niepravilniy' person or takbetol punya orang. but he wouldnt go. we left him. its kind of awkward to have a woman protecting you ( i meant my lecturer Natalia lah) but.. umm dunno la, its not my country. sini kan, semua org mmg brave. My lecturer tu dah la biarkan je her son keluar mcm tu je. maybe its their way. sini org tk kene culik kot. and some more, ada sekali tu, i passed a guy who was walking. he wasnt just any guy. mmg takut la cara dia pakai, he wore a suit, mmg cantik n black n white, painted his faced like a clown in black n white colour, n bawa payung. muka pon.. mcm nk bunuh org. mmg scary la that guy, lagi2 kalau dia bawa pisau, haha okay, Aidid has gone over the line. haha. tgk2 that guy cuma nk bagi broucher aja. ahahah kinda pelik word huh the word 'aja' haha. ajaj aajaja, haha. okay i just wanted nk cerita about my trip out with my friends, tgk2 dh smpi part org kurang betol. haiiya. enjoy the pics.

The moral of the story, if you want to be crazy or tak betol, just keep ur self in side of the room, not on the streets. jangan susah kan the public. hehe.

autmun in my heart

dance on the tembok bebeh haha

gotcha
a stroll in the park would do good
Thats all folks. i'll try to show the picture of the scary clown guy. Yang baik itu datang dari Allah S.W.T., dan yang buruk itu datang dair diri saya sendiri. salam.

That night..

2008-10-10T20:35:00.000-07:00

One night(s) during fasting month, me and my friends went on a joy ride.. laa macam biasa la. Nnti korg tgk the video kat bawah ni yeaa. Anywho.. It started when we started to meet like at 10.everything was quite okay.. KOT! Hahah first we drove like lala to Shah Alam, visited my dearly Intec, jln2 here and there, went to Sunway Pyramid LATE night, caught wet, n byk lagi la, lastly balik when it was morning. enjoy the pics and the vids..:)

never again..

they pushed me... what the ham weh

haha... tk tau la nk ckp apa lagi

before kene kejar dgn 'pak guard' asal la kau lari Syazwan.. haha..

over c KOT!!

Happy people

Aci!!

meet the maggi man

My Happy friend

caught wet

Thats all folks.. comments yeaauu

My friend, Ammar Amrie

2008-10-10T12:07:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum. This is a story about a friend of mine, Toby McGuire aka Ammar Amrie, ahaha Ammar jgn marah. Anyways, for those of you reading this blog, Ammar is a very nice good best friend of mine who has always been there for me during my school days at MRSM KKB.

Part One: Pertemuan
In the end of my form four time, I had a crush on a super cool senior her name was N@5%^.. Ada la mana leh gitau.. anywho.. ada this one night tu.. I wanted sgt to give her something, a birthday present kot. That time, time was limited as the form fives( as a matter of fact gave me the name ‘Bombay’ pfft) and dorg pon dh nk belah from KKB. Back to that night. I was at the Dewan Selera, Ammar was there too, he told me to go to her, I could have done that myself but I wasn’t with my spectacles. I was.. well.. quite cuak la.. to meet a very super cool funny smart adorable senior tu. Ammar somehow pushed me to go to her..

That was the sweetest night ever : )

I think this senior somehow brought me and Ammar together ( kpd sesiapa yang fikir kitorg gay what the ham weh, we are best buds kot!)

Part 2: Climax ( cepat gila weyh dh climax, pfft)

Throughout our form fives where we strived to succeed in SPM, we had tones of FUN!! We did many cool things, like duduk up the cliff on the fourth floor,( tgk gmbr tu!!!), urm, we skated (yeah, we skateboard, tgk the video!!, that was Ammars voice) main badminton(Ammar tgk je.. hahaha, no la. He came masa my big final lawan. Even I lost in the finals, it means a lot for me that a good friend was there for me) makan, looked for hot chicks(akak DS) ahaha, we didn’t do that la, study, jumpa hantu ( remember that subuh Ammar?) and a lot actually. We even fight sometimes.. mcm budak2 kn? Mmmmph, who cares la, it was school, so tak kisah la how childish we acted. I learned a LOT from this Ammar Amrie, and I’m thankful that he’s a friend of mine. There is a LOT actually I would like to share, kalau boleh, every single thing that happened. Every single moment meant a lot to me.

Part 3: The End And now…
Ammar is at UiTM, taking his diploma in Mechanical Engineering, and as for me.. I’m thousands of miles away from Malaysia. The distance wont separate us apart, kn Ammar kn? As long as we remember each other in our DOA.. miss you buddy! Nnti aku balik aku kacau kau lagi ho h oh o.

The life of Aidid.. pfft .. in Volgo.

2008-10-03T11:33:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum.. I would like to share my everyday schedule as a (pre)medical student in Volgograd State Medical University. I don’t prefer to write every single moment and the exact time I spend doing it ( like going to the toilet and all) but I’ll just split it into categories

Prayers
To me this is the most important activities of the day. Its quite hard to pray especially hwen we have class like from 8.00 to 4.00. not like what we have in Malaysia where there is one hour brake. Sure.. there is a break, like 20 minutes or perhaps 10, but the place to pray is quite far, but I’m thankful that there is one, which is located under a staircase. Kira tempat terpencil la despite still ada orang yang lalu lalang. If I’m not mistaken, don't know la whether its tue or not, when Russia was a free country, it was agreed that NO religion things can be performed, not even Christians, apatah lagi ISLAM. But as the years go on, things started to loosen up. Even the prayers under the staircase pon the Uni tutup sebelah mata. Now things have changed, there are mosques, as well as churches in Russia.
Once, I took my wudhu’ in the sink, and you know la the toilet there is unisex *pfft* haa ye la. Any who, I was washing my leg, then suddenly a lady( tak la lady mana pon. Lecturer I presume) pushed in the door, and started to crap ( bla this bla that) and then she left… and forgot her footsteps of bisingness in the corridor. I meant I hear this la that la mcm nk complain. Then I thought, takut manusia.. atau takut TUHAN?? So I just biar la apa nk jadi.

Food
To be honest, mmg la ada plenty of food sini, but sometimes its quite hard to find halal food. So, most of the time I just eat bread, sapu dgn chocolate or cheese( cheaper than Malaysia), and milk n water, and for now, ada lagi la serunding from rumah J whatever it is, ada makanan, Alhamdulillah. But not as mewah as it is in Malaysia, plus the price pon pergh.. any who I eat every day, like twice a day, ala sama la diet dgn those yg nk jadi slim model kat Malaysia. Hehe. Ok not funny. Survival skills mmg important, that is skill memasak. To be honest, before this I just cooked using rempah, and beli ayam halal. Even my sister pon boleh buat, so no big. But then when the rempah instant tu dh habis I was only left with curry powder, instant asam pedas, and some kunyit. What can I do with curry powder weh?? What look at me with dark skin reminds you of the roti canai and carry at the mamak stall is it? Pfft

Roomates
My roommates are very very nice, and not to mention hardworking, and smart. They are in their second year studies as medical students. Alhamdulillah since mrsm I had wonderful roommates (F - 2 – 8: Black, Pelo, and Shahmir.. I miss you guys.. seriously!) and at Intec, ( c7207Khai, Din and Ijo), until now. I feel like I’m having two professional coaches training me for the Olympics. They can really give good advice and all. Jo, Keat Leong, if ur reading this.. um.. I hope you guys don’t mind me being the one sepahing the room, hehe. You guys are such inspirations!

Studies
Studies here is DEFINITELY DIFFERENT from Malaysia. Well, in Malaysia the lecturer asyik suap je, if here, if you don’t do well, if you don’t study, then that is your problem. It depends on our effort now. Kalau bazir masa doing things that we are not suppose to, mcm buat blog ni.. but what the heck la. Tomorrow is ony Russian. But I would like to challenge this theory about ‘lone survivor’ and do it like the way we kkbians did it in MRSM, COS. Maybe some people find it better doing it alone.. hmm biar la, its their way. Doing medicine is like going for war, we have to COOPERATE. And this is important for our future work. A good doctor once told me that empathy is also important in medicine is empathy. And that is what I’m planning to build in myself and in other people.There are lots of important assets of a good doctor, but tkkn nk ckp skrg kn, korg mesti dh bosan baca blog ni… sorry. Any who, two heads are better than one bebeh!! Hehe.
One more, I just gotthis from my roomie, Jo. He said that ‘ here mana ada like Malaysia, teacher teaches first then only he will ask. Here.. they want you to teach them.. gilaa… ‘ I laughed la. Yea. That is actually a good thing because I prefer that kind of style of teaching, and I also prefer that kind of style of studying as well. It’s going to be hard, but it should be worth it once you have the knowledge about a certain subject.

Toilets
Haa toilet pon to me have to be an issue. Yeaa as you can see in the picture, mana ada paip, sinki, even tempat tissue also no. Nevertheless Islam has thought us how to beristinjak

Weather
Every morning, before leaving the room, it is very important to know the temperature outside of the room, this is important to know how thick you should wear; if cooler then have to wear thicker la. Now its autumn, so temperature is around 10-18degree. Can’t wait for winter, nk main Ice skating, baling – baling snowball, hehe.

People
SOME are friendly. SOME are not as friendly as most Malaysians. That’s all I have to say. They HARDLY smile.

That’s about everything people. Comment If you think I can do better. Thanks for reading :)

Farhana, Hani, n Melin

2008-09-27T14:59:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum. This blog is for my prep malam friends; Fahana, Hani, n Melin. Well,.. how do I begin. I think I never told you guys about this.. but here goes.

In 2006(cheh formal la ni) I enrolled into MRSM KKB, a place where wonderful, cheerful and success learning process (Cgu Azmi!). I was a quiet,um.. a bajet innocent, and not that kind of person you would rather meet. I became the class rep in the first sem, don’t know how that happened. I did a very bad job in leading class c, duh~ it is me, what do you expect.

Anywho, the first person I think I remembered was Melin. Melin was always smiling to me. I was like pelik laa ‘ why la this girl is smiling to me.. ‘ I was felt weird, maybe it was my hair, or zip seluar tk tutup lagi, oops~! Or maybe I perasan kot. Eh, Melin, nape senyum2 dulu ha? Haha. I didn’t quite know Nur Amalina Zahari, well… not yet

Then, it came to Hani. I didn’t really know Hani, though she is said to be famous in our batch( Eh Inah jgn perasan hauahuahua) yea. Even once, I mistaken Hani with Fatima Ahmed quite malu la at first when I tegur the wrong person. Then.. masa sem 2, Hani entered Class C. that’s where it all began. To tell you the truth, I fell in love with her beauty ( ye la, bukannya senang nk jumpa org rupa lawa mcm arab) but not with her. Lelaki, biasa la kan. It’s kind of funny when I come to think of it now. I really wanted to know Nur Hani bt. Sharaf, but I was just… scared. I think I talked to her once, that one also was a message from Syakirin(feewwiiitttt~!) hahaha. And at times, I always looked at her, ( Hani perasan tk?) I sound like a stalker. But come to think of it, how far can the love of beauty go? Here is how it should go if we were to choose a spouse;
1. Iman
2. Agama
3. Kecantikan
4. Harta
And another one more thing that is quite important to me is to accept the person as he or she is. Ok, ni dh masuk bab perkahwinan dalam Agama Islam. To me, the attitude of a person shows the persons beauty, rather than the looks. Guys, I would like to remind myself and you; lets try perfect our attitude. Perangai baik, cantik la orang tu, but kalau perangai buruk, walaupun lawa mana or handsome mana that person is, Ugly is still his or her middle name. I eventually get to know Hani when we were assigned as partners in e-board to get signatures. You know what Hani, we should have asked them to write their own accounts rather than we go and ask each and every one of them. Wasted our time, chait. But that was the event I got to know this Hani Sharaf.

Came into the third sem, form 5. During early of the year, I sat in a group with gupt and others la. We played a game; I think it was ‘one happy family’. Farhana was there. Then some bad happened, then she said ‘stupid@#$013’ I laughed like mad, hehe. Fahana… sorieeee. Anyways, after that I started to say HI to her, like ‘HYE FARHANA!’ and I did it LOUDLY! Hehe. Her place was very strategic, under the fan, good place huh Fahana?:) and then, we sat, then we talked. That’s how it all started..

Once, I wrote a note on a page-on(ala yang warna kuning tu la, yang boleh tampal2 tu) note to her, I think it was ‘chill la.. I love you rite..’ mcm tu la. And then that message got spread bagaikan cendawan tumbuh selepas hujan. Many people came to me and said ‘Aidid, kau couple dengan Farhana eh?’ I was quite annoyed until once I think i jwb ‘ ha ah ye,kitorang bahagia’ oops~! Then I talked to her la about that. She asked ‘ Aidid, siapa yang tahu?’ I answered “ How bout you tanya siapa yang tak tahu’. Just because we sit together during prep malam, doesn’t make us a couple kn Fahana? We do love each other, but as close FRIENDS. I hope every time I tell her that, I hope she knows that I meant it.
Then, every night, we would kumpul, talk, make jokes during prep malam. I always tell them ( tk tau korg igt ke tk :P) ‘we’re going to miss this moment, so better enjoy it’ now, I wish that we cn still have prep malam, study together, discuss, see each other. But now, even we’re going to go our own separate ways, I believe that maybe at times, we are going to reminisce the fun moments we had.
As we go on,
we remember,
all the times we.. had together,
and as our time change,
come what ever,
we will still be,
FRIENDS FOREVER.

Nur Farhana Bakri, Nur Hani Sharaf, and Nur Amalina Zahari:
You guys don’t forget me yea, nnti dh besar, dh kahwin, ada suami handsome2 and anak ramai, haha.

P/S; I'm sorry if i terperasan( byk pon act

My journey to Volgograd, Russia

2008-09-27T10:58:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum.. Zdrasvuitie my family and friends. Before I start to tell about my journey, I would like to share something that is quite meaningful to me. Back in 2005, while I was studying for my pmr on the main desk in my house, my Abah came, and said ‘Belajar rajin-rajin, nanti masuk mrsm, and pergi overseas’ with the will of ALLAH S.W.T. that actually happened. Prayers and blessings of parents are important, I actually made It to mrsm kkb, and now, I’m studying in Russia.
The day before my flight, there was a small family gathering in my house. I would like to thank Kak Dotty, Kak Ila(haven’t seen you for a long timeJ), Mamitun for coming. Thanks yea!
The next day came, the day I leave Malaysia for good, well I don’t mean it in a bad way. I wore my dads 27 year old antique very nice set of a grey coloured suite. He used that when he graduated from Oxford University, and now, it has been passed on to me. Its up to me now to prove to everyone especially Abah and Umi that I can be the worlds best doctor, I would like to go to the highest limit, and give all my best. But the most important thing is to become a normal human being, if you get what I mean.
My cousins, and their family came to bid me a farewell journey. I had to be at the airport at six, because there was a briefing at that time. It was 5 o’clock, and I’m still at home. It was sort of a rushing condition, then Alhamdulillah me and my family made it to KLIA. The briefing wasn’t that brief because I didn’t have much time as I wanted to spend my last moments with my family. Maybe that was enough, because God doesn’t give us what we want, HE gives us what we need. Anyhow it was time to say goodbye. It kind of sad though, but I kept cool(chey!). Abah is a total inspiration for me, because he sacrificed a lot for me, and the way he handles things sometimes amazes me. Sometimes I would feel very guilty of seeing him spending his time, money, and giving wonderful advices. Therefore I try to work very very hard, to repay all the deeds that Abah has sacrificed for me by showing excellent results. Next person I shook hands and hugged was Sarah, my dearly awesome brilliant sister. Next it was my younger brother, Syed Amir. He is talented I tell you people, the way he plays guitar, I tell you FUHHH.. hehe. I hope to see him in flying colours after his PMR. Eventhough we fight a lot during our childhood days, I believe that is going to be a sweet memory for us later on, kan, Amir kan? Hua hua hua. Next it was tall handsome tough caring elder brother Aizat. Next, it was my eldest brother who is very caring, smart, tough, and also a future doctor, Syed Ariff. Thanks for the perfume! Thanks for being the best siblings a person could ask for.
The last person should be the most important person in my life, Umi. Umi did EVERYTHING for me. Might I remind myself and you who are reading this that the prophet Muhammad S.A.W.. once said that a mother holds the top three rankings of the most important people in our life. I might not know what to do if Umi was not there for me. And now, everything that my Umi reminded really happened. To Abah and Umi, I hope you are reading this, nanti carikan I bakal menantu yang baik- baik, alim, and kalau boleh yang boleh jaga hati parents mertua.. hua huahua, awalnya nak fikir pasal benda ni. Please pray for my success.
Back to the airport, after saying goodbye to my family, it was time to go. I transited at Amsterdam, Holland. Most of MARA students have to go to Frankfurt, German. But only 16 have to go to Holland. The place was NICE! Not forgetting the flight by MAS Airline was exquisite. I sat next to Sid, my class mate, well, at least there’s someone I know to talk to. I applied what Ustazah Sharifah told about how to pray on the plane. When the plane landed I was.. well of course happy la, kot. Prices of things at the airport were VERY EXPENSIVE! I wanted to buy something as a souvenir. Imagine, its RM 13 just for a coke. Pergh. But the swiss Chocs are cheap Then, from 16 people at the airport, we split into two groups, one group flying to Moscow earlier than another group. I was in the first group! Woohoo!! The flight to Moscow took approximately 3 hours. When we arrived, we had to pass through the immigration. It was time to speak Russian or gavarit pa ruski. I did my best. I passed though the immigration, and make sure that everyone is there. My friend, Hidayah bt. Abdullah didn’t get her bag I think. So, we went to the counter to ask for it. I said ‘ ana nia paluchaet yeyo chemodan’ or she didn’t get her bag. And then, when the receptionist replied, I just couldn’t understand what she said. Because there are some words, verbs and rules that I might have forget or have not learn yet. I chose to laugh rather than suffer from stress when we tried to communicate at the counter. We eventually spoke English. Russians can be rough at times, maybe its their way. They hardly smile. And there was one time, I opened a door for a lady (lawa pula tu, Russian girls are very pretty.. Abah, Umi, boleh tk org Russian, haha). At least a thank you would do. She gave the masam look. And then I was like umm papela, I was hungry at that time, tk buka puasa lagi.
Hidayah eventually got her bags the next day. We were greeted by our seniors, who id very very very very very very very very very nice. Seriously, baik sangat. We stayed in Marriot Hotel. The place was very nice, paid by MARA lah. Only the students that are going to Volgo and Nizhny are staying at the hotel, those who are going to stay in Moscow are staying momentarily at the Malaysia embassy.
The next day, after staying at the hotel we head to the Malaysian embassy for a last farewell with those going to Nizhny and Moscow. I took a few pictures. I have to say that the picture I took with Hidayah bt Jailuddin ( my batch ada 4 org nama Hidayah) is the best because she has always helped me in a lot of things, we’ve been partners for a few assignments. It was quite sad to leave everyone though.
I left Moscow, to go to Volgo. My bag.. was.. lebih kilo.. kene la bayar, but it was cheaper than Malaysia, if Malaysia 1 kg extra, we have to pay rm 200, if at Moscow airport, its about RM 20 per kg. imagine that.
We arrived to Volgo. We were welcomed by a our lecturer, Natalia Vladimirovna, a sweet motherly lecturer, Nina, and our seniors who are superb! Then my hostel was at a place named Hiroshima. We took a bus, and arrived there. It was said that the place is somehow for Malaysian students.
When we arrived at Hiroshima, we were celebrated by a LOT of seniors. I mentioned before, they are very very very very very nice. My roommates we’re 2 seniors. One even carried my big bag all the way to the 6 floor, imagine that. One floor have a few rooms, either of two or three people. And my floor has two bathrooms with heaters, one which is not working, and two toilets
Talking about the toilets, guess what, there is only a jamban and that’s it.. don’t laugh hehe. Yea, we have to use bottles to wash, and bring our own tissue. May sound disgusting, but that’s the truth.
The next day we we’re taken to mamayev kurgan (mama’s hill kot.. hehe) the mamayev kurgan is very tall, and very heavy. The place was built to remember those who died in the Stalin war. There are a few monuments, and buildings of the war and some tanks and jetfightes. I that’s about it, I hope you enjoy reading my blog. Sorry for the mixed language, thanks for reading, please comment!!