My Beatiful Escape.

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I m back from Bali-Bromo-Surabaya's trip. It's a long trip... Bali is so unique. I mean different. Bali is a place full with art, culture, religion and tourism of course. The architecture showed how they treasure art. Interesting ha? Heee.

I love Bali ! So beautiful, so unique, and so many handsome foreigners. Hehehehe.

Bromo is so untouched. The beauty make me always remind of Allah. I m glad that I am so lucky to be able to witness His greatness. Thanks Allah ! ^^

Surabaya, nothing much different from Jakarta. The traffic jam, the food *oh, they don't eat Nasi Uduk much in Surabaya* and the banjir-ness. Heee...

That sleepless mornning..

The special Bali's satay in Kintamani.

We waited for the mount Kintamani to appear, in the rain.

This was worth waited. Look what we got.

I love Bali.

This is actually the holy pond in Pura-Tirtha-Empul's temple *if I was not wrong*. They say, this pond never dry during the drought season and never flooded during the rainy.

This is the most expensive coffee in the world. *I don't know since I don't drink coffee, that is what they said*

A sip of variety of coffees and teas. Hmm.. Not my cup of tea. Too exotic.

In Uluwatu's temple. Name of Uluwatu was come from the word Ulu meaning the head and Watu meaning the stone. Therefore Uluwatu mean the temple that built on the tip of coral reef. If you watch closely, yes you are stepping on the coral reef.

This is Kecak's dance, we watched it in Uluwatu's temple. They say Kecak dance is a magical chant that protect the Shinta from Ravana, who fall in love with her beauty and tried to kidnap her while Laksmana (Shinta's husband) and Rama were away. This is a story that I read when I was a child.

Tiqah Nordin and I, on our early morning walk on Kuta's beach.


We watched people do some surf. Hehehehe.

The same pagoda on 50k Indonesia note in Bedugul's temple.

The memoir for the victims in the tragic pengeboman Bali 2002. Happy birthday Joey.

Saying goodbye to Bali.

Our sunrise morning in Bromo mount.

Mount Bromo.


My tourmates.


Bromo.


Sura (Ikan Yu) and Baya. The place where they fight once upon a time.. Surabaya.

Goodbye holiday ! and Happy New Year.

Holiday. Yeay !

Assalamualaikum

Well. This is the last block for my 5th Semester, Neurology and Science Behavior. This time, we called our module a 'Yellow Pages' because it's so yellow and so thick. We going to have a Christmas break for almost 2 weeks in just a few days. Yeay ! Holiday ! Hehehehe.

So, this coming holiday, I am going to Bali ! Excited? Of course... Hee. This is my first time to go to Bali. Yeay ! There's friends who will leave for Malaysia but my friends and I will leave for Bali, Gunung Bromo and Surabaya. Travel around the Indonesia. ^^

But, I think I am missing home. Should I go home instead?

I miss my two loyal fans (Alya and Aimi)

I miss the paddy field.

I miss the murtabaks.

And I miss home the most..

And I don't why, I miss the Ramadhan too.

The Things I Left Behind.

Assalamualaikum..

It's been so long. Is not that I am busy, but as usual because of I am lazy to update this blog. There's so many things happened lately. But I won't tell you. It's my secrets. Yeay. I am a cheapskate.

So far, I hope I could do so many things, and I hope I didn't do a lot of things. I hope I could finish everything I left halfway because I am too afraid to face the obstacles when I was young.

I am trying now. I am trying to catch up everything I left behind. Yes. I am a bit late. But better late than never right. Yosh Fatihah Anisah !




P/S= You know, I am not afraid to go through this pathway eventhough it going to be hard because I know everything I do because of Lillahitaala..

I Miss Home.

Assalamualaikum..

Rumah Terbuka

Makan-makan

P/S= You'll reap what you sow...

My Beautiful Prison

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Semester 5 is an epic story of my laziness. Yes. An epic of laziness. I've never been this lazy. I don't know what was wrong with me. This second block (20th), prove it that I am lazy even without my laptop.

Maybe they were right when they said that lazy is a prison, a luxury one. A very bad prison. It's keep me lock up until I am not even realized that I am actually locking. Not until I get my result. I need to be a fighter against my laziness, against my comfortably zone, against my beautiful prison and most important thing against myself.

So, Fatihah Anisah go go go !

P/S= No matter how many sea and beaches I go, I still think that ocean is a remarkable Allah's creation. How they are so unpredictable, magnificent and mysterious. You can be the one that explore through them and within a second you are just a weak human being. And most important thing, whenever I see the ocean, it is something that you can never be recreated and that feeling is undescribable.

A Week Of School.

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It's been so long since I updated my last entry. Hohohoho. Well. I've started my third year in medical school with ponteng on the first day, raya's mood.

My new wish for the new semester before coming back to Jakarta, I left it in the bag to be unpack. I've unpack my bag but not my spirit. Lazy lazy lazy lazy. I don't know what to do with that feeling and that word. If only we have a medicine for that.

Let's not talk about lazy. It's boring. Well. I am on my 5th semester. I am still don't believe that all this years, I've been through about 4 semester already. 4 semester equal to 2 years. Well. Not that long. But for your information, I am really clueless about what I've been study. Sigh.

Oklah. I am lazy to study, I am lazy to do my assignment, I am lazy to open my eyes. Yes.. I am a lazy girl. =P

So. Block 19 (Cardiovascular system), please be an easy block ok. Because I am lazy. *Mak, tolong ! Anakmu malas*... Hee.

P/S= Why history is so interesting eventhough it can be a little bit boring? Because it's a story, just like a movie but this time it's a true story.

Raya 2011.

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Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. I m not that late right. Hee. This raya, I spent like 70% at home. Since I have no kampung *my kampung is my house*, we spent it by waiting for others to come to this little-not-so-kampung. This time, the raya was celebrated so moderately. We still have ketupat, rendang ayam, serunding, lemang, kuih raya, kerepek, nasi tomato, nasi laguni, daging masak hitam, dan ayam sambal, of course. Hee.

I don't really remember when was the last time I m riding a motor with my father. Of course, I m at the back. Last night, when we did, it's reminds me of the old days. The day when my father sent me to school, still the same motor for the past of 13 years, the same 40 km/h speed or even slower, the same man and the same girl. Just in the different year and no more kain biru sekolah. Hee.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitiri. Maaf Zahir Dan Batin. *Ye, saya memang anak bapak*

Hi. My Name Is Aliya And Im Teethless.

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The teethless Aliya..

This is a conversation is in between maktam and Aliya. Oh. This conversation only restricted for those under the age of 6. For those who above 6 please don't get the 'Sigh'.

Maktam= Aliya, cuba buat bunyi kucing.

Aliya= Meowww, meoww

Maktam= Bunyi katak.

Aliya= Reebbbiiit, rreeebbbiiittt. *sambil lompat macam katak*

Maktam= Bunyi burung.

Aliya= Chip, chip, chip.

Maktam= Hmm.. Apa lagi eh? *Sambil fikir*

Aliya= Maktam, maktam. Aliya tau macam mana bunyi pasar malam.

Maktam= Haa. Macam mana bunyi pasar malam, maktam pun tak tau.

Aliya= Macam ni. 'Dua seringgit, dua seringgit, macam-macam ada. Beli beli. Dua seringgit dua seringgit'

Maktam= Ooo.. Betul juga. Sigh. =_=


This is a conversation is in between Aliya and Ibu. A warn has been given above ok.


Aliya= Ibu ibu, Kenapa perut perempuan itu besar. Nampak macam nak meletup.

Ibu= Ooo. Dalam perut perempuan tu ada baby.. Sebab itulah besar.

Aliya= Hmm. Ibu, Aliya kasihanla dekat baby itu.

Ibu= Awat Aliya kasihan kat baby tu?

Aliya= Yala. Aliya kasihanla kat baby tu, sebab mak dia makan dia.

Ibu= Hahahah.



P/S= An early Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.. ^^

I Learnt That.

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I think the hardest thing in my life so far is that I m trying/learning to be a doctor. The learning process is undeniable a challenge that you must face, then when I give it a thought, it wasn't just the process, but also the responsibility that you hold when somebody's life is in your hand.

This early morning, I never thought that I would be thinking like this, not until my father told me something that scared me the most. When he was younger, he was admitted to hospital. There was a little boy who was talking and laughing happily with his friends right in front of my father's bed. Then, a MO (Medical Officer) came and gave him (the boy) a medication. Right after the medication injection, the boy was unconscious. There were doctors running back and forth to save the boy but he ended died.

The way my father described it, if only the MO didn't come to give the injection because the boy was laughing with his friends so happily..

That scared me. How somebody put their life in your hand and you end up fail. It is ok for you to fail but to the one that betting for life and death, it wasn't a game.

I believe that MO really did his best to improve the boy condition but the unexpected thing did happen. I don't know what was wrong actually because my father did not know either. Hee.

And I was thinking, if the boy was alive maybe he will a father or even a grandfather just like my father is.



P/S= You know, you can feel it when someone who is very dear to you are leaving. It's called a hunch.

Cakes.

Assalamualaikum

Believe it or not, we are halved of the Ramadhan already. So fast. I hope Ramadhan will last longer.

This is my first sleepless night at home. I don't know the reason why I can't sleep but I hope it can be an opportunity.

Well, at least I have the time to search for all the cake recipes. Hee. Since I m begging my mother to replace her broken oven for a year now, finally, she agreed ! So, she promised me a new oven on Friday on our groceries shopping. Hohohoho.

Excited? Very much. Carrot cake or chocolate cake? Hmmm... Why don't both? *Wink*


P/S= Welcome home friends !

The Girls.

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I m homed for 2 weeks now. Hee. Life is so great.. Look at this two, and you know I m telling the truth. =P

Aliya

Aimi

P/S= I think I spent too much time looking for something, but then I forget that actually, it's right there, it just me who donot open the window.

Selamat Berpuasa..

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It's been awhile. Hee. I m home ! These few days, I found my father is so sweet, he want me to go to Pasar Tani with him every day (nak dating dengan I la tu) because before this, he never asked anyone to go to Pasar Tani with him. Hee. Then, my mother before tarawith, she'll be sitting at the back of the car (takut batal wuduk kalau melawak dengan ayah saya) but after tarawith she used her power to order me to sit at the back. Sigh.

Oh. My sister's boyfriend got back in Kedah and my sister is so eager to introduce me to her boyfriend's friend. She said he is so handsome. =P

Whatever it is. I m home. Sound and safe. Happy and healthy. It's good to be home. It's sad to leave my friends back in Jakarta. Hee.

This is my mother first Ramadhan's lauk-pauk.

P/S= Selamat BerRamadhan.

Good Luck !

Assalamualaikum

I said before that my sister chose to be a teacher for applying for university and I am not sure whether she get the course or not. But one thing for sure, she got the Forensic Course in USM ! Which is my master target.. And of course since I love Forensic, I told her to go for it. Since she is so clueless with her future, I think she'll listen to me. Hahahaha. Innocent lil sister.

At first, when my mother said that she got the course, I was yelling hard. No way ! But then, after not so long thinking, it's good to have my lil sister to study Forensic, in case I change my mind in future *I change my mind a lot*, at least I know that she's be the one who continued my dream. =P

Anyway, good luck Farah *If you choose to accept the offer*. I hope you will become a good Forensician, and of course as long as you wear that tittle in your name, I'll be the one who always jealous with you. Good luck !

P/S= 6 days to go before I say 'Hi motherland' ! ^^

Home Again.

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I guess, no matter how far you go or how grown up you become, there always a place that you can turn your head back without a second thought. Home.. Ain't I right? Hee.

Well.. When I have a house one day, I'll make it a home. The kind of house that you can see and feel the sunlight in day and the house that lighted with the moonlight in night.

A very large garden full with greenish plant and a lot of herbs, so that you can smell the raw herbs in the morning. And when it's rain, you are can feel the droplets on your face and feet but yet you are safe and dry.

The kind of house that full with laughter and Iman and Taqwa. That, what I called home. One day.. InsyaAllah..

P/S= I am going home again. Hee.

The Month That I Love The Most.

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You know what, time really pass by. The next month month there will be Ramadhan ! How fast. Sincerely, I love Ramadhan the most. The air, the environment, the time I spend, the tiredness, the terawih, the night and the people are all different. And that differences, I love it the most.

When it's come to Syawal, the air and the surrounding are totally different. Ramadhan, there always peacefulness month and the beautiful night-moon to me. Syawal, always the smell of nasi tomato, sounds of kids running and shouting, the smell of burning oil lamps, the sound of firecrackers, the time when mother and father are dating at veranda alone and the time to get to work.

Syaaban is the month of waiting. But don't worry, I love all the months. Because each months are different.

And I forget to tell, Ramadhan is also the month where I'll go home in Malaysia. That why I love Ramadhan the most !

Happy Syaaban and Happy becoming Ramadhan.

Bandung With Family.

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My mother is here and still here until tomorrow. We had been to Bandung most of the time. Of course, that the only place that good for your health, mentally and physically compared to Jakarta.

Shoppingss, bookss, and foodss. That are exactly what I need. Oh.. We went to Heritage Village in Bandung. I never go there before. The village is full with cultures and Angklung. It's nice to look at something that other people love it so much and made you love it just because of them. Don't get me wrong. I always in love with the cultures. But not the Indonesian's because we, Malay and Indonesian, are all serumpun and that made us nothing so much different rather than just your language.

Years ago Malaysia and Indonesia are been fighting over the cultures things like Batik is originally from Indonesia and so do Angklung. Well.. I don't mind. They can take it if they want. What more important is, not where the things and the cultures we have come from, but how we keep it alive and enjoy it and of course preserved it for the next generation.

Hee. The next time I go to Bandung, I don't want to shop. I want to jalan-jalan and makan-makan and enjoy the cultures and the beauty, coolness of Bandung. Hee. Why not? We don't get it in Jakarta right. Hee.

P/S= When I found or seen a perfect guy, they always turn out to be gay. Sigh.

Your Choices Your Knee.

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Truthfully, I love heels and wedges. For real. I love them. Because they are so beautiful to wear and to look.

But why I wear them so seldom? I don't know if others have the same problem with me, but heels and wedges always give me pain on the knee after I wore them for a very long time. See. Problem right? I am so amazed to look at the women who can bear to wear heels for a day long. Seriously, I am so amazed.

Heels are not good for your knee and they are dangerous too. I read an article about the effect of the heels on the knee years ago, they said foots are designed for balance and strength, but what heels do to you is that they change it. You barely have the balance *which is true* and not strong enough to run *which is true too*. For the long-term effect, heels can give the impairment of the backbones and osteoarthritis and so much more.

Hee. But I will still wear them, seldomly of course. Lari pun macam itik kalau pakai heels. Kalau kena kejar angsa macam mana? Sigh.

Oh. About the effect of the heels, you may feel it after you're getting old. Just like my mother, who used to wear heels a lot in her young age. There was a day when we went to shoes's shop, she told me to take the wedges instead of flat, but I said if I took it, it'll be in the closet only. Then, she said, if she is in my age, she will wear that. Then I asked her, why not now? She said "Because I can't, my knee won't allowed me, it's hurt when I did and it's not balance too". See.

Oh. It's not that I am telling, we, women can't wear heels but if you can, lessen it. The fact is, every women will have a heel at least.

People said beauty is a pain. I disagree. Beauty is a comfort. Trust me, I know it well.

Heels?

Or Flats?

Healthy knee or osteoarthritis? Well it's your choice, ladies.

Happy Exam ! Again..

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Block 16 did tough and lazy too. I m fighting for my Block 17-Hepatobilier, (Please take care of your liver Fatihah) now. Not too busy but lazy. Mother said the medicine for M, Malas is also M, that is Mati. Can my mother not be so harsh? hehehehe.

Well. She's coming to Jakarta next week. But I am so busy with my Integrasi 1, I hope the exam's date not going to change one more times, I had enough with those changes schedule. I can't plan for anything because of it.

These days, I watched some drama, there was a part where a father married away his daughter to a guy. And that father was sad. So cute. It reminds me to the day when my oldest sister got married, my father cried when he hand over my sister's hand to her husband that evening. It was my first time I saw my father cried. I was so confused that day and I can't stop looking at him, when he realized that I did that, he wipe away his tear.

I think I could understand it now. He just gave away his used little girl. See. I grown up now.

P/S= Who said a father is Jiwa kental keras rock. I see none in my father.

They

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I guess when it's come to siblings, they always look alike no matter how old they become. Just like my mother and her sisters. The longer I stalked them, the more I felt like they are really look alike. Hahahaha. Funny.

And this made me wondered, do my sisters and I look the same too? Heh ! Well. I left it to my mother to decide. Why my mother? Hmm. I don't know too.

That's why we got the peribahasa saying, kemana lagi tumpahnya kuah kalau tak ke nasi, atau pelanduk dua serupa, atau bagai anjing dan bayang-bayang.

Ok. Fatihah Anisah bongok. But then, what's wrong being bongok. It's in my blood ! =P

P/S= I am still alive in the middle heavy traffic and much more contaminations of Jakarta, my dear blog.

What Would You Do?

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How come, we be so ignorance when the Allah already said that, humans are all the same. Vowed to the same God years ago, that made us nothing difference from others rather than just your luck and fate. We humans, are just the same. Aren't we?

P/S= She is a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart.

Block 15 Done!

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Good bye Block 15. I've been posted too many drafts lately. Ahh. Tomorrow is a mother's day. Happy mother's day mothers. The day for the mothers should be everyday. They deserve more than just a day. I've posted 'Happy Mother's Day' to my sister's fb on behalf of my nieces, one of my married cousin laughed at me. And of course I found it sweet because soon, she will be a mother too. Haha.

See. I have nothing to say.

Lately, I have so many tiresome exams. Burnt so many midnight oils to the point where, you were feeling like to throw up when you woke up. That was the last minutes study consequence.

This girl is growing up now. No more those four teeth. Now, she can ask for a cake. And when I said 'No', she would ask 'Why?'. Everything within her world now, she must have the explanations. And sometimes those explanations that my mother or my sisters or anyone gave it to her, made me learnt life just like she did.

Thank You.

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Dear mama,

Thank you. Thank you, for been there. Thank you for lending me your ears when I have a lot of things to say. Thank you, for every caring thought about a very tiny thing that a lot of no one notice. Thank you for saying that everything is ok when I really feel that it is not.

Thank you thank you thank you.

And a lot of thanks for saying that my failure never failed you. That's all I need.

P/S= Trillions of thanks will never repay you..

Block 15!

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Hi! Today we did the experiment about histamine. Sigh. Histamine is not good, even to the observer. So kids, do not play with the histamine. It's could be dangerous.

New block (Skin And Integument), new target, and new workship. Good Luck Fatihah Anisah!

Oh. I dah ada Photoscape. Poyo kan nak tunjuk dah reti guna. Hohohohoho.

P/S= It's better to be the poor-happy-living-village's kids in other places, then be the poor-working-city's kids in Jakarta. They are too small for adult's work.

Japan.

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What can I do now is just crossing my finger for Japan. Also praying for their safety regarding the leak of radioactive water to the ocean and also the leak of the reactor that cause thousands of the dead human's bodies contaminated with that. This leak going the effect the whole Japan for the next hundred of years. Not even Japan, but also the whole world.

P/S= Sometime we forget about others when all we know that we are safe. Hoping and saying are not going to help, I know that. But that's all I can do now. Hoping and praying for them...

I Wish My Name Has Nur Too.

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Ok. Sungguh-sungguh ni. Saya berdebar-debar tunggu cerita ini. That why I never should watch the clip. That why I never watch it before. Now, I did and I get nervous. Sigh. Punya over Fatihah.

P/S= But I don't. My name is just Fatihah Anisah. =P

Exam And Exam.

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Last year, when my lil sister asked me, what if she takes the medicine course? I said 'You better don't'. It wasn't because I want to be the only doctor in the house but I just think that medicine is too hard for her.

Now, when she told me that she took the teacher profession as her first choice in applying for university, I was quite disappointed. I don't know why. Maybe because we two always has the same thought and taste, then when she chose another pathway, I was quite not used to it.

Ok. Why do I talk about this? Because just right before she told me she chose teacher, I want to be a teacher. Should I change my course now? *Hehehehe. Fatihah just kidding. Don't worry*. I am used to be a substitute teacher after my SPM and frankly speaking I love it. Hohohoho.

Why? Because I could threaten them with their exam's mark. There was one day, when I threaten this form 3 student when he tried to win over the chess game, we played in the class, I said "Kang saya potong markah exam awak". You know what did he replied to me, "Eleh cikgu, exam pon belum". Hahaha. Kurang asam punya budak.

Then, my father was very approved when she chose to be a teacher. *She's not sure to get it or not yet* He said, everyone want to marry a teacher. Sigh. Oh. My father was very agreed when I said I want to be a doctor too. Because he is just very supportive even if I say I want to be a cleaner, he still will say ok but as long as I know want I am doing and I have been thinking about it throughly.

Oklah. I should stop now. I have CSI waiting for me and of course my beautiful turquoise module. Oh. Congratulation to SPMer. You did a great job!

P/S= DNAs are destiny. We are all responsible for our own reaction- Dr. Ray Langston, CSI 11.

The New Beginning.

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I am in my first week of my new semester, the fourth one. So, to be total up, I am have been here in Indonesia for one and half year. Quite long. Our holiday just ended last Sunday and I already miss it. I miss the TV, the Lepak and the naughtiness of my nieces.

The first Block for this semester is all about the diseases of muscles and bones, Muskuloskeletal-2. To be precise, this first week of the new block, we learnt about the diseases of manula (manusia usia lanjut), Osteoarthritis, Rheumatoid Arthritis and more.

I still remembered my Muskulosketal-1 block, I am so excited to hold on the real human's bones. The first thing that I did when I held those bones in my hand was to smell it. The smell of the human's bones that been exposed to the air and a little bit of muscle that stick to it like a grass, you would not like it.

Ahh. Time really pass by isn't it. I saw my cousin that I used to think that he was so cute when he was barely walk, become a man. I saw my sister, who not even went to the kitchen during her teenager age, now went for a cooking class. I saw my lil sister that used to weight around 48kg, now she gained around 20 kg just after the SPM and after she went to the matrix. Everything happened did surprised me a lot. And worst, I knew it happening but I just realized it now. I lost my common senses. Whatever Fatihah Anisah!

Enough with that. Jakarta is so hot and dusty nowadays. If you not open the windows or door, you will get stuffy but if you did, you get dusty. Either way, it's not good. Sigh. But it's ok. I love Jakarta anyway. But I love Malaysia more.

P/S= Can't I paused the time? Then, I play it back after I am ready?

Time is a live show. If I lost it, then it's gone. So, the answer is No.

Make a Move.

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Sometime we wish we are the other person, the person who's better than we are now. And sometime we changed not because we want to, but because we want the others to see us, the way we want them to. I know that feeling, because I felt it.

When I was younger, I wished I be whatever I saw on the TV. One day, I watched a drama about lawyer and I want to be it. Then, the other day, I watched the police's drama, I hope I can be that too. Because they were totally cool and gorgeous. From the stage where I stand, being cool it all enough for me to be a better me. Isn't it? Cool? Gorgeous? I doubt it now.

For me now, being better is enough with be yourself who were learning from the mistakes that you did. Once you overcome it, you are better than yesterday. Yesterday and today will never be same anymore.

Oh. The things about we changed just because we want the others to see us, the way we want them too. It's tiring. Because human just wouldn't get enough. Being the other is tiring, being me is the best.

Why I would even talk about this? Haish. Trust me. This all about the movies I watched all this time. Don't ask me any. Because I didn't remember the name. But I remembered the thing that I learned....


Mengapa cari redha manusia padahal redha Tuhan itu lebih indah.

My days.

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I told you before that I have become the 'Kaki TV' and the 'Kaki Buku'. I've stopped reading anything these days but I keep the TV one. Well, I watched the Gelanggang Raja Lawak, it's not that funny but it's quite entertaining. I found Zizan is so funny and Johan is quite crazy. Hee.

Recently, my mother brought us to her kampung in Penang just right after we took my lil sister from her matrix. It's been like years since I m not there.Whenever we passed any schools that my mother used to study, she will tell us a story about her school's life. The story that she told, we heard it like a hundred times. But it's ok since we have not hear it for a long time.

It's weird to imagine my mother in her younger age, when I always see her as she is now. It's weird too to know that she is almost in her 50's but she still remembered what happened to her and her kampung for almost 30 years ago. Long term memories.

Then, we left her kampung with my parents fight over the direction. They always do that. Sigh.

I guess one day when I am at my mother's age now, I will do the same. Not the fighting over the direction, but the reminiscing the old days.

Oh. Tonight is the first episode for CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) for season 11. And Justin Bieber will be in this episode.


P/S= I've stopped believing in magic when I knew that magic came with a lie and demons.

Home!

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It's been like a week since I am homed. I m glad I m back but I think I could die because of the boredom. Haish. Masalah-masalah.

My house have no internet because of the TM's cable always missing due to some technical irresponsible human who stole the cable. Because of the frequency of missing was very high, my parents made a decision to just cut it out. So, officially, no internet at home. What did I do? I became the 'Kaki TV' and 'Kaki Buku'. ^^

Oh. Since the Piala Suzuki tournament, I be the 'Kaki Bola' too. Since when I am a fan of football? I don't know too. Oh. Lately, Malaysia vs Pakistan for Olimpik Game, my mother made a joke, she said 'Malam ini kedai carpet tak laku, orang Pakistan jual carpet tutup kedai sebab tengok bola'. Mama mama.

Tonight, Kedah vs Kelantan. Should I choose Kedah or I betrayed my state for the sake of Khairul Fahmi Che Mat? Ahhh. Since when I am so fancy of him? Ok. Fatihah Anisah in the confusion state.

P/S= Why bother when people say NO when you could prove to them that NO can turn into YES? Nothing impossible unless you say it.

P/S/S= How do I get the internet? My sister's house. Haish. Sedapnya bau nasi ayam ini. =P

Past, Current, Future.

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The past is the lesson,

The Current is the future,

And the future is the unseen.

Today will be the past. Tomorrow will be the current.

So, to my lovely Block 13's HER, please be my past as soon as possible so that the day I am going home is the current that I m looking for so much!

Block 13's HER= 1 day!

Back home= 2 days!

P/S= Fatihah Anisah be positive! Ok. Heee. ^^

Woha!

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Egypt is doing fine! That what my brother-in-law say while he is still in Cairo for transferring students to Jeddah before Malaysia. *Maybe just Cairo* Well. I don't know the details.

These pictures I got it from his facebook. See. I want those foods and fruits!

Alhamdulillah. =P

P/S= This post is dedicated to Deb for been worried because of deb-know-why.

The Little Bird.

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Young bird: Mother, I want to fly like you.

Mother bird: Be patience dear, you will, one day.

Young bird: When?

Mother bird: When the time comes. When you are ready. Then, you my dear, will be fly across the hemisphere. Don't worry.

Have you ever had that thought? The thought to be older sooner. I had that, long time ago. Like I wished I have my own car at the age of 11 so that I won't stuck in my father 50km/h speed. Hohohoho.

If I a bird now, I guess I am the bird that flying across the earth. The bird that trying to explore and to find anything that the world could offer. That is my position now.

But surprisingly, right now, I want to be that little bird again. The bird that resting in the warm nest, the little bird that laying under her mother and father's wing of protectiveness.I miss that bird.

And I wished I could turn back time. But I couldn't. The journey has just begin.

P/S= I am a bird that going back to my old nest soon. Of course I don't have wings, but I got AirAsia's wings. Hohohohoho. 11 days!

Exam Blok 13.

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Saya ada exam integrasi 2 untuk blok 13 minggu depan! Haish. Tolonglah pergi belajar sekarang Fatihah Anisah.

Oo.. Saya terjumpa MV ini. It's bring me back to those old days. This is the only MV I found in my brother's pendrive. Tak sangka kan, orang yang sentiasa kononnya nampak tough dan kasar-kasar boleh ada MV ini. Kelakar gila. Bila orang perli-perli, malu-malu tikus.

Lepas saya tanya menangis tak tengok MV ini? Dia mesti jawab 'Diam aah!'. Menangis lah tu. Macam orang tak tahu. Hahahahaha.

Tapi... Saya tak pernah nangis la pula tengok MV ini. Kawan saya, dia tengok je dah bertong-tong air mata dia, dah boleh jadi tasik. Haish.

Apa-apa pun, yang penting integrasi dulu.

P/S= What happen when people say 'You are an ugly woman' to you? I say 'There is no ugly woman, just lazy woman'-Dream high

Be Safe.

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Ok. Saya rasa bulu roma saya meremang bila saya baca mengenai keadaan pergolakkan yang berlaku di Mesir, pelajar-pelajar dan rakyat Malaysia di Mesir. Seriously, saya takut. The Neoplasma sheet that I read before, I set it aside.

I hope they will be fine. Please be safe.

And I wondered, how's about the innocent Egypt's citizen? Do they have someone to protect them against the protesters like our students and citizens do?

Thing That I Want To Do.

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I found this video very interesting. They asked for KevJumba to come to Kenya and teach them.

KevJumba is a famous Youtuber, who make videos for over his million subscribers. I m one of them.

I m so inspired by 'The Supply Education Group' effort. Maybe I will go there too. Or other countries that in need of help.

This video made me sure about what I am going to do with my life. I really donot want my life to go through such a very scheduled life, like go to the hospital, back home restlessly and begin that life over and over again for years. Sometime life need something new.

I really want to explore the world, learn from them things that school did not teach and bring back those golden memories. Then, I will tell everyone or at least my children, things that inspired me the most and how they made me who I am.

Can I do that? InsyaAllah. I really hope that I can.

P/S= KevJumba's videos are so funny!

Very Short. =P

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Saya rasa saya perlu balik Malaysia secepat mungkin. Takut tak sempat makan burger prosperity nanti. Hmmm. Masih sempat ke ini? Ok ok. InsyaAllah sempat.

Saya rasa benda pertama saya sampai Malaysia nanti, saya akan ajak bapak saya makan MacD. Well. Homecoming treat. Hohohoho.

P/S=You know what, the view of Penang from the sky is the most beautiful scenery I ever seen so far. Maybe because it's called home.

Those Old Days.

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Done with first Integration Exam for the Block 13! Fhewww.... *Berpeluh la juga eden jawob soalan ni ha*

I once had a dream, that one day when I am a grow up, I would marry my father. So, the Freud's theory that say children at the age of 4-5 years old will fall in love with their parents is quite true.

I had that dream when I was exactly around that age. I still remembered that day, I had a very big fight with my brother over the TV channel. I end up ran to my bedroom and cried, when I had stopped crying, I hope my brother would come to me and say everything is ok. I wasn't asked for his forgiveness or what because I knew that, part of the fight, there was also my fault. But he didn't came at all. I was so ashamed to go out either. So, I stayed in the bedroom till it dark.

Then, my father came home. I think he realized that I was not with them and he looked for me. I knew that. When he had found me, the first thing he did was hugged and kissed me on the forehead and said everything is ok before brought me out of my bedroom. My father was the one who said that everything is ok when I was expected it from my brother. That very moment, I really hope that I would marry my father one day.

Now, I am 20, I know that dream will never be accomplish. But, whenever I look back, I know that in my childhood life, there was always be my father. So are now.

P/S= The lesson that I learned that day was whenever I have a fight I should not run away because the wound from the fight is more hardly to be mend if I run. Now, I never run anymore.

Full With Images.

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I can't wait to be homed. Seriously, I can't wait. I keep on counting days. I keep on checking on the flight ticket. I keep on calling my parents and I keep on having my family in my head. I want to be homed.

These days, everything happened around me, always reminded me of my hometown. Example, when I walked to the FK, I can't stop myself from comparing my hometown's traffic with Jakarta's. "In Kedah, there will never be this jammed, how I wished I could be there now". This thought keep on banging in my head for the rest of the week. I m seriously homesick right now.

I also read all my posts that I wrote back in Malaysia. I know. I know. I am a pathetic girl. The reasons why I read all those posts are because the posts always gave me the same feeling when I wrote them back then.

Just like when I read my first post of the first time be in Malaysia after almost 8 months and my first aidilftri without my family, I can't stop myself to be back on my mother's brown couch, there was a window just right beside me. My mother's yellow curtain, gave me a silhouette image of pigeon's cage outside of the window. It was in the evening, that sitting-room was glowing with its yellowness that came from the curtain and the paint on the wall.

Yes. My mum's house is yellow *Lie*. Especially, the sitting room *True*. If that, is what you are been thinking.

Sigh. I need to go home. Now, what I need to do is just wait.

P/S= 34 days!

Block 13!

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Today is Friday. Happy Friday!

We are learning about Children Growth and the diseases, of course. It is still in the first week of study. But somehow and somewhat, I think I agreed with Leokid when he used to say that he would not become a Paediatrician. I think me too. Not because I dislike kids or what but because I hearted them so much until I can't bear to see them in pain. For now, I think I don't want to be a Paediatrician. I don't know if that could change in future.

I m prefer forensic though! Hehehe. I still remembered when I was in form five, in Chemistry's subject there was a topic about elements in periodic table. In that topic, you must guess what elements it were based on the color and so many tests. I love it! It's like forensic. Hohohoho.

But I m afraid if I become a Forensician, my mother will chase me out of her house. She was so scared of things like this. When ever I told her I met Cadaver (In my second sem), she kept on asking me "Tak takut ka? Pegang-pegang dia nanti dia bangun". Then, I always going to say "Kalau dia bangun takutlah. Kalau tak, tak takut. Hehehehe"

My mother always scared of some minor things like she will never put herself in the lift alone. Example, last last year my father was admitted, he was in fourth floor. So, when ever she came to the hospital, she always going to phone me first "Teha teha, mama dekat depan lift. Ambil mama jap". When I asked her why she was so afraid to lift alone, she said that "Yalah, kalau lift tu mati macam mana. Takuttt".

When ever there was an advertisement of a horror movie. She going to close her ears and eyes. Then, when I saw my mother did that, I m not be able to scare anymore. I laughed. Haish. Mama mama.

Smilers Never Loose, Frowners Never win.

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I am listening to this song these days.

You are my sunshine.

This is the original. I guess.

I love these songs. Sedap kan? Hohohohoho. ^^

Happy New Year!

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Happy 2011 Year! Hehehe.

I read some websites, blogs, twitter updates just now. I never knew that 2010 could be any hurt to anyone. At least to them, 2010 did. It is not that the person that I read about blamed 2010, but they just thought it was unlucky for them in 2010. They wished that 2011 will give them what they want.

I hope they get what they want. I hope 2011 do really give them happiness. If getting whatever they want is the happiness, I'll spare my new year's hope for them.

I don't know why. I never had even a slightest thought that 2010 was bad or unlucky year. Every seconds, every minutes, every days, every weeks, every months, every years are always a blast to me. I thanks Allah for those opportunities given. To be apart of the year, to be apart of this world. Maybe sometime I cried, but there are always some happy moments that accompanied me there. When I recalled those shed moments, I always recalled those laugh my out loud moments too. It is not wrong to be broken sometime, but it is not wrong to smile after that too right? Hee.

So 2010, thank you for had been a very remarkable year, thank you for your presence, thank you for your past. ^^

2011, I hope that you will bring all the happiness for those that unlucky in 2010. I hope I will be a better, better, better, betteeerr person when you are around.

Welcome 2011! Goodbye 2010! *Pom Pom Pom Pom Pom (fireworks)*

P/S= Wink!