Assalammualaikum.
I'm off to Kuala Kubu Bharu in 1.5hour time.
I hv rotation postings over there in KKB Hospital.
Hope it'll be fun and enjoyable.
Looking forward for it.
=)
So, will not be able to update the blog for at least 4 days.
Hope I'll have juicy stories to post here once I got back.
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Sunday 30th May 2010
1.22pm
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Today (yesterday) Was a Fairytale
Yes, apparently it was.
It could have been better though, but I am content with this for now.
Kicked start the day (now officially yesterday) with lunch (started the day with a lunch? Am I kidding?) with Kak Aniisah, Diba and Diana in Jusco Maluri at Mdm Lim's. It was a chinese restaurant though they do not serve refill-able chinese tea like normal chinese restaurants do (which was the exact reason I refused to order a drink there. Hahah).
The 4 of us talked on a lot of things, from experiences to opinions, to blood donation and autopsies, from labour room to anti-arrhythmic drugs. I think that kind of conversation is what one have to expect when one make 4 students from various healthcare courses (me and K.Nisa are Med stdnts, Diana's Pharmacy and Diba's Nursing) sit together around a table, over a lunch.
We then split into 2 after the lunch and so me and Diana headed to Times Square for a movie. We had Kidnapper (it's a S'pore movie, for those who don't know) in mind but the only seats left were the ones in the very front row. And just the thought of having my neck flexed up staring at the screen for the next 2 hours terrifies me. And because I'm totally turned off by the movie Shrek, more on that later, we went to Secret Recipe instead. Sat there for at least 2 hours I think. Fuh, we catched up on a lot of things. And I am so totally in my holiday mood today even though my exam is in a month time.
What happened in Sec Rec was a funny, but tricky incidence.
From 3pm - 6pm, customers will get a free cup of tea or coffee with every purchase of a slice of cake. Thus of course, me and Diana wandered around Times Square until 3pm, just for the sake of that free cup of drink. I finished my cup of white coffee kinda early, and unfortunately my crave for sweet drinks were uncontrollable at that time that I decided to order another cup of coffee. And guess what, a cup of coffee cost RM5.50, it almost choked me. And a slice of cake cost RM6.50. Which means, just by the difference of RM1, I can get a slice of cake with a cup of coffee for free. So, like any other rational people craving for sweet drinks will do, I ordered another slice of cake, got my free cup of coffee, did not touch the new slice of cake and at the end of our 2 hours, I requested to pack the cake up bcos I wont be able to finish it up. I won't stuff myself with 2 slices of cake and 2 cups of coffee in 2 hours time, I'm not too depressed for that, yet.
So, to people out there, if you want to have more than a cup of coffee in Sec Rec, and if it's between 3 to 6pm, order a slice of cake, and give the cake to someone else if you do not want to stuff yourself with it. After all, the difference is only RM1.
Back from the outing with Diana, I found my brothers trying to lit up the fire for a BBQ. Isn't that just lovely?
After the memorable outing with a girlfriend, I have these two of the most important boys in my life burning the hair on their forearm trying to lit the fire with charcoal, fan and oil.
Since both our parents were not at home, dad with his work and mum having some meeting with her friend outside, after Maghrib prayer the 4 of us ate beside the fireplace (how shall I call the place where we did BBQ? Stove? and yes, they managed to BBQ the chickens) and had real fun while waiting for mum to come back (she promised to come back not too late).
And when she did, we took the dessert out (which included the slice of cake I brought back from Sec Rec and a bar of chocolate Diana bought for me) and continue eating while playing "the game of the songs".
After clearing up, we continued the game in the living room, until my dad came back.
And so we stopped our game and started chatting with each other.
My brother, Wasil performed a magic show.
Then both Wasil and Ah Chye (another brother) performed a mini MJ dance which was hilarious.
And I told them about my weird weird dream.
And all of us basically had fun, until mum told us to go to sleep at 11.30pm.
Which explains why I am still awake at 12.43am now, writing a post about my wonderful day today.
How can things be better?
I don't know. There are a lot of ways things can be better.
We never know what God has for us in the future.
We can only do our best.
=)
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Saturday 29th May
12.50am
It could have been better though, but I am content with this for now.
Kicked start the day (now officially yesterday) with lunch (started the day with a lunch? Am I kidding?) with Kak Aniisah, Diba and Diana in Jusco Maluri at Mdm Lim's. It was a chinese restaurant though they do not serve refill-able chinese tea like normal chinese restaurants do (which was the exact reason I refused to order a drink there. Hahah).
The 4 of us talked on a lot of things, from experiences to opinions, to blood donation and autopsies, from labour room to anti-arrhythmic drugs. I think that kind of conversation is what one have to expect when one make 4 students from various healthcare courses (me and K.Nisa are Med stdnts, Diana's Pharmacy and Diba's Nursing) sit together around a table, over a lunch.
We then split into 2 after the lunch and so me and Diana headed to Times Square for a movie. We had Kidnapper (it's a S'pore movie, for those who don't know) in mind but the only seats left were the ones in the very front row. And just the thought of having my neck flexed up staring at the screen for the next 2 hours terrifies me. And because I'm totally turned off by the movie Shrek, more on that later, we went to Secret Recipe instead. Sat there for at least 2 hours I think. Fuh, we catched up on a lot of things. And I am so totally in my holiday mood today even though my exam is in a month time.
What happened in Sec Rec was a funny, but tricky incidence.
From 3pm - 6pm, customers will get a free cup of tea or coffee with every purchase of a slice of cake. Thus of course, me and Diana wandered around Times Square until 3pm, just for the sake of that free cup of drink. I finished my cup of white coffee kinda early, and unfortunately my crave for sweet drinks were uncontrollable at that time that I decided to order another cup of coffee. And guess what, a cup of coffee cost RM5.50, it almost choked me. And a slice of cake cost RM6.50. Which means, just by the difference of RM1, I can get a slice of cake with a cup of coffee for free. So, like any other rational people craving for sweet drinks will do, I ordered another slice of cake, got my free cup of coffee, did not touch the new slice of cake and at the end of our 2 hours, I requested to pack the cake up bcos I wont be able to finish it up. I won't stuff myself with 2 slices of cake and 2 cups of coffee in 2 hours time, I'm not too depressed for that, yet.
So, to people out there, if you want to have more than a cup of coffee in Sec Rec, and if it's between 3 to 6pm, order a slice of cake, and give the cake to someone else if you do not want to stuff yourself with it. After all, the difference is only RM1.
Back from the outing with Diana, I found my brothers trying to lit up the fire for a BBQ. Isn't that just lovely?
After the memorable outing with a girlfriend, I have these two of the most important boys in my life burning the hair on their forearm trying to lit the fire with charcoal, fan and oil.
Since both our parents were not at home, dad with his work and mum having some meeting with her friend outside, after Maghrib prayer the 4 of us ate beside the fireplace (how shall I call the place where we did BBQ? Stove? and yes, they managed to BBQ the chickens) and had real fun while waiting for mum to come back (she promised to come back not too late).
And when she did, we took the dessert out (which included the slice of cake I brought back from Sec Rec and a bar of chocolate Diana bought for me) and continue eating while playing "the game of the songs".
After clearing up, we continued the game in the living room, until my dad came back.
And so we stopped our game and started chatting with each other.
My brother, Wasil performed a magic show.
Then both Wasil and Ah Chye (another brother) performed a mini MJ dance which was hilarious.
And I told them about my weird weird dream.
And all of us basically had fun, until mum told us to go to sleep at 11.30pm.
Which explains why I am still awake at 12.43am now, writing a post about my wonderful day today.
How can things be better?
I don't know. There are a lot of ways things can be better.
We never know what God has for us in the future.
We can only do our best.
=)
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Saturday 29th May
12.50am
I'll Be There for You
I'll be there for you.
A powerful sentence.
A meaningful sentence.
A booking-a-ticket-to-road-to-suffer sentence.
An easy-to-forget sentence.
It's very soothing to know someone is always there for us.
But not all of us can be there for someone else.
And if we do, not all the people we are there for, realised our existence (ouch!).
Sometimes, we have given a lot of ourselves to the people we care for, but received nothing in return.
Sometimes we have been receiving a lot of things from people who cared about us, giving nothing in return.
Sometimes, we give too much to people that when we don't receive anything in return, it hurts.
But, why are we expecting in the first place?
Just human, possibly?
Relationship (and I'm including friendship, parent-child relationship, enemy-ish relationship too) is like a business.
It has always been a business deal.
We give something, expecting for something in return.
Or at least it has been like that to me lately.
Lecturers gave their knowledge to me in class, they'll expect respect from me.
My parents gave their love to me, they'll expect obedience, love and tolerance from me as well.
Friends giving me their opinions, they'll expect me to be their true friend, giving them opinions and advises at times too.
Come on, who will ever love someone, and say to him or her, "Ok, you can backstab me. I'm okay with it. Because I totally love you"
That's ridiculous, and rather foolish.
However, there's a word called "unconditioned love".
I am not sure how far can that word go.
Is there really an "unconditioned love"?
Will a parent still love his or her child who left them, antagonise them, hurt them, dishonor them, and hurt them to a point of no return?
I am not sure, and I don't want to try.
I find that a lot of people try to be there for a lot other people.
But most of the time, they went unnoticed.
So please people, look around and look carefully.
Who had always been there for you?
Your mum? Your dad?
Your friend?
Your teacher?
Whoever it might be, start appreciating them.
Because, there are still foolish people around in the world who will still love unconditionally, although they have been hurt many a times before.
I think my own opinions are contradicting each other in this post.
=p
I guess humans are just designated to be too complex to be understood completely, with too bizarre mind to be predicted and too creative to be suppressed.
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Saturday 29th May 2010
12.10am
A powerful sentence.
A meaningful sentence.
A booking-a-ticket-to-road-to-suffer sentence.
An easy-to-forget sentence.
It's very soothing to know someone is always there for us.
But not all of us can be there for someone else.
And if we do, not all the people we are there for, realised our existence (ouch!).
Sometimes, we have given a lot of ourselves to the people we care for, but received nothing in return.
Sometimes we have been receiving a lot of things from people who cared about us, giving nothing in return.
Sometimes, we give too much to people that when we don't receive anything in return, it hurts.
But, why are we expecting in the first place?
Just human, possibly?
Relationship (and I'm including friendship, parent-child relationship, enemy-ish relationship too) is like a business.
It has always been a business deal.
We give something, expecting for something in return.
Or at least it has been like that to me lately.
Lecturers gave their knowledge to me in class, they'll expect respect from me.
My parents gave their love to me, they'll expect obedience, love and tolerance from me as well.
Friends giving me their opinions, they'll expect me to be their true friend, giving them opinions and advises at times too.
Come on, who will ever love someone, and say to him or her, "Ok, you can backstab me. I'm okay with it. Because I totally love you"
That's ridiculous, and rather foolish.
However, there's a word called "unconditioned love".
I am not sure how far can that word go.
Is there really an "unconditioned love"?
Will a parent still love his or her child who left them, antagonise them, hurt them, dishonor them, and hurt them to a point of no return?
I am not sure, and I don't want to try.
I find that a lot of people try to be there for a lot other people.
But most of the time, they went unnoticed.
So please people, look around and look carefully.
Who had always been there for you?
Your mum? Your dad?
Your friend?
Your teacher?
Whoever it might be, start appreciating them.
Because, there are still foolish people around in the world who will still love unconditionally, although they have been hurt many a times before.
I think my own opinions are contradicting each other in this post.
=p
I guess humans are just designated to be too complex to be understood completely, with too bizarre mind to be predicted and too creative to be suppressed.
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Saturday 29th May 2010
12.10am
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Fictional (?)
Assalammualaikum.
Few days ago, as I browsed thru people's blog, I stumbled upon this one blog.
It is a blog written by a Pakistani girl who calls herself Raisa.
I can't help it but I was really dazzled by her writings.
Her English was terrifiic and her choice of words are very appropriate too.
Apparently she's the daughter of one of Pakistan's richest men.
Her father owned a lot of lands and he's a politician too (if I am not mistaken).
Reading thru her blog really brought me into her world.
The description of her life, tradition, responsibilities and expectations of the people around her were all very clear, and believe-able.
Her life was even full of dramas.
She had just finished high school and like almost all the girls of her age in Pakistan, her mother is looking for a "fine husband" for her.
It seems she disagrees to arranged marriage.
She wanted to further her study, to get a bachelor degree.
And the best thing is, none of the people she knows actually know the existence of her blog.
She wrote about her best friend "went too far" during her first date.
And the best friend got pregnant, and had an abortion.
She has even travelled almost all part of the world.
Although her writings are very interesting, but I gradually start to feel that they are unbelievable.
They are all too dramatic too be true.
But her descriptions about her family tradition and expectations can't be argued with, they are all very clear.
And language.
My mum always tell me, to improve one's English, one has to read English books, think in English, speak English, practise the language etc etc.
But Raisa, raised in a traditional Pakistani family has a very good English.
Most probably the international school she was sent to trained her well but, it's almost unbelievable.
And she loves America.
She thinks Americans are very good and nice, she did not face any racism hostility during her visits there.
Which made me wonder.....could it be true?
Reading her posts is like reading a novel to me.
It's nicely written.
However, I do not know whether to trust her stories or not.
I am not even sure if she's reading this post of mine.
I commented a few times on her blog, and she actually replied to it.
God knows if she's reading this.
*Raisa, if you are reading this, I'm sorry if it hurts for me doubting you (if you are true)*
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Readers must feel kinda suspense (or perhaps annoyed?), why am I not disclosing her blog link???
Well, I am not sure whether I should.
Anyway, if anyone would want to know her link, can either leave a comment or cntact me personally.
=)
Few days ago, as I browsed thru people's blog, I stumbled upon this one blog.
It is a blog written by a Pakistani girl who calls herself Raisa.
I can't help it but I was really dazzled by her writings.
Her English was terrifiic and her choice of words are very appropriate too.
Apparently she's the daughter of one of Pakistan's richest men.
Her father owned a lot of lands and he's a politician too (if I am not mistaken).
Reading thru her blog really brought me into her world.
The description of her life, tradition, responsibilities and expectations of the people around her were all very clear, and believe-able.
Her life was even full of dramas.
She had just finished high school and like almost all the girls of her age in Pakistan, her mother is looking for a "fine husband" for her.
It seems she disagrees to arranged marriage.
She wanted to further her study, to get a bachelor degree.
And the best thing is, none of the people she knows actually know the existence of her blog.
She wrote about her best friend "went too far" during her first date.
And the best friend got pregnant, and had an abortion.
She has even travelled almost all part of the world.
Although her writings are very interesting, but I gradually start to feel that they are unbelievable.
They are all too dramatic too be true.
But her descriptions about her family tradition and expectations can't be argued with, they are all very clear.
And language.
My mum always tell me, to improve one's English, one has to read English books, think in English, speak English, practise the language etc etc.
But Raisa, raised in a traditional Pakistani family has a very good English.
Most probably the international school she was sent to trained her well but, it's almost unbelievable.
And she loves America.
She thinks Americans are very good and nice, she did not face any racism hostility during her visits there.
Which made me wonder.....could it be true?
Reading her posts is like reading a novel to me.
It's nicely written.
However, I do not know whether to trust her stories or not.
I am not even sure if she's reading this post of mine.
I commented a few times on her blog, and she actually replied to it.
God knows if she's reading this.
*Raisa, if you are reading this, I'm sorry if it hurts for me doubting you (if you are true)*
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Readers must feel kinda suspense (or perhaps annoyed?), why am I not disclosing her blog link???
Well, I am not sure whether I should.
Anyway, if anyone would want to know her link, can either leave a comment or cntact me personally.
=)
Lies Lead Nowhere
Seriously, lies lead nowhere.
When I was in my last yr of high school, one of my teachers gave a talk.
I forgot what was the talk for but he mentioned about lying.
He said one lie leads to another lie on so on and so forth.
There will be no ending until you admit the first lie was a lie, and so were the rest.
And then, there you go. Doomed!
-I am not pointing to anybody in this post. Just a random reminder for you and me-
You bought that phone second hand, but you told people you bought it first hand, from a original shop. First lie.
People will start asking how much you bought it for, you gotta give an expensive price, original phone shop DOES NOT sell phone cheap. Second lie.
People start putting their nose into your business, where did you get your money from? Your monthly income won't be able to give you that phone. There comes the third lie.
And questions will keep coming in until the lies you make sounds terribly illogic.
But what to do? You're stucked.
You either continue lying or admit you lied, from the beginning.
That was the example that teacher gave.
So believe me, lies lead nowhere.
People might look convinced, but most probably they are not.
Deep in their hearts, they know you're lying.
They just wanna play along, not disclosing your lies.
Sometimes, trying to not making you embarrassed.
Sometimes, just to see how far would you go with the lies.
But, what kind of people will you be in their eyes?
And this reminds me of the story of the boy, with his sheep and a wolf.
Know this famous children story?
There was a boy, who was supposed to herd his sheep.
And one day, he was so bored that he decided to play a joke on his villagers.
He came running into the village, screaming "A wolf is attacking my sheep!!!"
And then came lots of men with their weapons to chase the wolf away, and found out there's no wolf anywhere in sight.
And the boy laughed, saying it was only a joke.
The villagers were very angry but decided not to do anything to him, since he was just a boy, although an old one.
After a few weeks, he did the same thing again. And the villagers came running again to save his sheep but found out they were being tricked, again.
And then he did it for the third time, and the villagers were tricked again.
After a few weeks, a wolf really came and attack his sheep.
He came running into the village asking for help but no one believed him.
He cried and begged, none of the villagers fell for his pleas.
And he lost some of his sheep, for real.
The villagers then got to know that the attack was a real one, but it was already too late.
He then regretted for the pranks he did, which cost him the trust of his villagers and some of his sheep.
Ok, I shall get back to study.
And I think this title of my post should be rectified.
Lies lead tonowhere somewhere, they lead to DESTRUCTION.
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
When I was in my last yr of high school, one of my teachers gave a talk.
I forgot what was the talk for but he mentioned about lying.
He said one lie leads to another lie on so on and so forth.
There will be no ending until you admit the first lie was a lie, and so were the rest.
And then, there you go. Doomed!
-I am not pointing to anybody in this post. Just a random reminder for you and me-
You bought that phone second hand, but you told people you bought it first hand, from a original shop. First lie.
People will start asking how much you bought it for, you gotta give an expensive price, original phone shop DOES NOT sell phone cheap. Second lie.
People start putting their nose into your business, where did you get your money from? Your monthly income won't be able to give you that phone. There comes the third lie.
And questions will keep coming in until the lies you make sounds terribly illogic.
But what to do? You're stucked.
You either continue lying or admit you lied, from the beginning.
That was the example that teacher gave.
So believe me, lies lead nowhere.
People might look convinced, but most probably they are not.
Deep in their hearts, they know you're lying.
They just wanna play along, not disclosing your lies.
Sometimes, trying to not making you embarrassed.
Sometimes, just to see how far would you go with the lies.
But, what kind of people will you be in their eyes?
And this reminds me of the story of the boy, with his sheep and a wolf.
Know this famous children story?
There was a boy, who was supposed to herd his sheep.
And one day, he was so bored that he decided to play a joke on his villagers.
He came running into the village, screaming "A wolf is attacking my sheep!!!"
And then came lots of men with their weapons to chase the wolf away, and found out there's no wolf anywhere in sight.
And the boy laughed, saying it was only a joke.
The villagers were very angry but decided not to do anything to him, since he was just a boy, although an old one.
After a few weeks, he did the same thing again. And the villagers came running again to save his sheep but found out they were being tricked, again.
And then he did it for the third time, and the villagers were tricked again.
After a few weeks, a wolf really came and attack his sheep.
He came running into the village asking for help but no one believed him.
He cried and begged, none of the villagers fell for his pleas.
And he lost some of his sheep, for real.
The villagers then got to know that the attack was a real one, but it was already too late.
He then regretted for the pranks he did, which cost him the trust of his villagers and some of his sheep.
Ok, I shall get back to study.
And I think this title of my post should be rectified.
Lies lead to
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
Fickle-Minded
Fickle-minded me.
I do not know how many times have I changed my blog layout.
And believed it or not, I tweaked this layout myself!
Took me an awfully long time.
And it has passed 1am now.
I guess a better word for fickle-minded will be "an interest in trying new and challenging things".
Hahah...
I am not gonna write long.
Till here then.
Salam!
I do not know how many times have I changed my blog layout.
And believed it or not, I tweaked this layout myself!
Took me an awfully long time.
And it has passed 1am now.
I guess a better word for fickle-minded will be "an interest in trying new and challenging things".
Hahah...
I am not gonna write long.
Till here then.
Salam!
-AkMaR-
http://nur-akmar.blogspot.com
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