already

... Okay, while I have the time and strength, I better write down something ...


GOOD MORNING! It is already Saturday and it feels like Monday was just yesterday. Time flew so fast. Well, my sister was allowed to go home this weekend due to short water supply at her school. Sheesh ... it has been only 5 days and they were already allowed to go home.


Nak balik jugak. Hu~


I miss mom and dad already.


I miss them waking me up in the morning.


I miss talking to my sisters, and teasing them.


I miss those who always create chaos in the house.


I miss the food. Nasi lemak for breakfast.
(tak pernah lagi makan nasi lemak yg tak sedap kat rumah. TAK PERNAH)


I miss going to bed at night without worrying about the early morning class.


I miss grandma. She treats me so well.


Grandma :
Kenapa dah susut ni? (padahal tak langsung. haha ^^) Kena dera ke?
Me :
*buat muka comel* Aah ... mama ngan abah yang buat.
Grandma :
Alaa cian dia ... Meh la duduk dengan atok.
Dad :
Gemok la dia duduk dengan mak nanti.


Grandma :
Tak nak makan ke?
Mom :
Tak payah tanya dia. Dia dah makan banyak.
Me :
*buat muka comel jugak* Atok, mama buli lagi.


Ouh ... I miss to be with the family ALREADY. It has been only a week. How should I survive? Adeh. Adeh. Adeh.


... ...


To whom this may concern : Mi ahn ne :)


Sometimes I am quite irritating. I do not know why, and I am sure I could help it. But, when I irritate other people, I think it is pretty funny.


I got a text message from my sister. It said, "Hey, do you have -nameofherschoolmate-'s number in your contact list?".


I wanted to send the number immediately. But instead ... I replied, "Yes."


"Retard! Can you text me the number? Thanks :)"


I replied, "Yes. I sure can."


"Hey! Although dad pays for the credit, that still does not mean we can waste our credit just like that. Now, can you text me the number? It is urgent."


I resisted the urge to answer, "Yes" again.

Rx ?

Note : Read at your own risk. The author is not liable to any occurrence of sudden hypertension or myocardiac infarction after reading the passage.

PHARMACISTS rhymes with NARCISSISTS !!!

My life, is an anthill. And in those anthills, there are many ants. Of those ants, many are pharmacists. And pharmacists are awesome people. They are the bespectacled boys and girls behind the white clinical tables dispensing drugs and medicines. The nerds.

But, hold up! What did you just read? What was the line you have just read which announces about their earth-shaking, meteorite-smashing, cosmos-decimating, cool-beans status?

THEY DISPENSE DRUGS! 
WROAH !!!

Not that it is right, legal, or admirable to dispense drugs to the street -- in fact, in some countries, drug possession carries the death sentence. But they do it legally, intelligently, and stylishly. 


Think about those illegal drug distributors. What you have in mind? Life of a crack dealing, pierce wearing, self tattooing, enhanced hustler, quick money maker, etc etc. Now, imagine all the glamour, but without all the violent and disgusting characters. What you have is a pharmacist.

Being surrounded by them. It leads me to inevitably learn about them.

(1).

While I am reading magazines and tabloids, they are reading the books which are thicker than a phone book directories.

(2).

They are studying all the time. Wouldn't you, if you have a word like pogliotinkiolinkoniosycolisis to memorize?

(3).

The average pharmacist is probably some psycho smart guys who normally got all A's just by swallowing all the letters in the text book.

(4).

They are the experts in all areas. Chemistry (especially), Biology, Mathematics, and even Physics. When the lecturer asks you to calculate something, the moment you've just switched on your calculator, someone has already replied, "Ma'am, the answer is o.o25M."

(5).

They remember the atomic weight of all the basic elements in periodic table by heart. Yeah, BY HEART. No kidding.

(6).

They can stay up way too late. They can even constantly have only 2 hours sleep per day for the entire academic semester. Impressive. Totally impressive.

(7).

They have been trained in the art of never being negative. Even with the entire Malaysian curriculum crashing around them, they will still wear a steeled smile while screaming faux vulgarities at their text book. Hilarious.

(8).

Need an entertainment? Watch a pharmacist stress out before exam. Or even quiz. Unendingly funny.

(9).

They wear cool t-shirts with phrases like :

Saving the world : only one Panadol at a time.

(10).

They are sometimes crazy. I had a pharmacist charged on me. Yell hello in my ear and run off in a peculiar way.

(11).

They possess drugs. At least they must have handy paracetamol tablets. At least. Because I once saw this pharmacist kept the pessaries in her handbag. Feel free to meet them when you are not feeling well.

(12).

And the most important thing ... they study during the holiday, they make sure they have completed all the assignment before Hari Raya, and they constantly ask questions.

They are the pharmacists. I am NOT.

I am JUST an undergraduate.

So ...

(1).

I read magazines, tabloids, and novels during my pastime. I take short nap during the gap between classes. 

(2).

I study when ... it is necessary? And I do not memorize alien words. They are scary.

(3).

I am not a psycho. Nor that am I smart.

(4).

I am just an average learner (in layman terms, not in pharmacist terms). I take 5 minutes to absorb the question. Another 5 minutes to digest it. Another 5 minutes to ponder upon it. Another 5 minutes to press the calculator. And another 5 minutes to get the answer.

(5).

I know to which group do those basic elements belong to. Is that not enough? Oh. But but but ... I know H=1, C=12, O=16. Okay la kan? 

(6).

I have to sleep before 12. And at least 6 hours daily. Insufficient sleep by half an hour a day will shorten my life span to about 11 - 12 months. So, just imagine what will happen if I just sleep 2 hours daily.

(7).

I am easily collapsed. Even without the entire Malaysian curriculum crashing around me.

(8).

I hate to stress out before exam. It will destroy all my synapse connections.

(9).

My t-shirt is written :

Beware : These hazel eyes might break your heart.

(10).

I am not crazy. I treat people in a decent, normal way.

(11).

I do not keep paracetamol tablet in my room. I just possess vitamin C tablet, vitamin B complex tablet, and lozenges. Those who suffer from unbalanced diet; low in vitamin B and vitamin C can see me. I am happy to hospitalize you.

(12).

And the most important thing for me is ... holiday is holiday. Come on people! Are you human like me? Or do you happen to come from another planet? 

I got a phone call asking about the assignment the very first day I was at home. Yeah, it was my first day of holiday and they already bugged me with all the academic stuffs. Later at night I got another call. Another question raised regarding the assignment. The next morning another call. Asking for opinions and suggestions. Oh please ... give me a break. I'll let you know once I start doing the assignment. Okay? 

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I wish I could say more. A pharmacist is sort of like Tango. You know their quirks, and their zany dances, but they still remain a mysterious lot. I will probably be writing more on them after an adventure (or two) of trying to discover their fascinating tendencies. But for now, till here. See ya!

crush

Seriously, I am going to do my PHM 1113 assignment right now. No more online-ing, stalk-ing, or post-ing till I conquered those 4 pages full of words due on Monday! Oh but ... this is so irresistible. Haha.

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I have a sudden crush :) Won't you? When the boy is friendly, and obviously smart, and awfully cute? (But overall, I think he is just awfully cute).


Meet my crush. Ta daa!

This is son of my dad's ex-student.

(oh, jauhnye relation kami)

He looks a bit Korean + Japanese.

(kan? kan? tak ke?)

He is cute, a real heart breaker.

(I bet)

He broke mine when he said, 

"Hi! I am Aiman, I am 4 and I want to be a pilot." 

(ouch! my pilot-boy ^^)

Being ever a hopeful girl, 

I asked dad, if he knows, whether or not Aiman has any older brother.

Dad said, 

"Yes."

To which I replied, 

"REALLY???"

And then my dad said, 

"Yes. And he is 7."

Frust.

When I said older brother, 

I meant twenty-something older brother lah. Duhh.

Oh, don't ever think my crush's hair looks like in the picture!

He was wearing artificial Phua Chu Kang hair.

(obviously synthetic, right?)

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Okay, done and posted. Now, this is your brain speaking. Are you happy now, aisyah? Will you go and do your assignment then? I mean, if you want to fail the course, repeat a few semesters, and graduate years after everyone, then please, by all means it is no concern of mine. BUT, seeing that I am your brain and consequently stuck in you, it means that we are in this together. And it will be ME the brain part of you that will be doing most of the work to ensure you graduate. Then you have no right to drag me into the hot water with you. Instead, I have the right to drag you to the opposite way. I have equal say!

court hearing

Objective : To reveal what a family reunion does to the victim's self-esteem.

Today, we are all gathered to hear a case between _____ and _____ .


Because I am not a lawyer (not even a law student for that matter), I would not know the technical terms for 'the court' language, neither do I know how cases are heard in the court. My knowledge of law is limited to only having taken one unit of Malaysia National Medicines Policy in college.


Never the less, believing that justice should be upheld no matter where, when, or how, I present to you the issues of the case as well as one possibly can.

Plaintiff -- a girl.

Defendant -- a boy.

Judge -- basically a girl, yet not a gender-biased.

So basically, this is the fact from the plaintiff.


They all gathered at a house of this aunty (who refused to be named) during the second day of Hari Raya. The defendant was asked to list the aunties in the house. The plaintiff, who was sitting in front of the defendant, was an easy target. The defendant pointed to the plaintiff and said, "There is one aunty."


The plaintiff saw it coming, although the plaintiff felt it was unjustified. The plaintiff, being 20 (^.^), had only 3 in the house younger than her. One being 7 should not even be counted, and the other are 14 and 17. Technically, the plaintiff is ... yeah, considered young in the family.


On top of that, the plaintiff and the defendant, being cousin of cousin meant that they were from the same generation. So, they should never call each other aunty or uncle.


The plaintiff then looked at the defendant's mother with a pleading smile. The smile said, "Please ... please ... please correct your son so that he will not forever, from today and onwards, call me aunty."


So, the defendant's mother said, "Son, she is a sister. You can not call an unmarried girl aunty."


And the defendant said with a super straight face, "I don't know. I just know that she is twenty-something. She is big so I call her aunty."

.at. .this. .point. .the. .whole. .family. .immediate. .and. .extended. .burst. .out. .into. .laughter.

Defendant's defence : He is 5 and he does NOT know better.


Next trial is issued two weeks from now.


Court dispersed.