Peas on my plate.

One thing about food. No matter how much I dislike the taste (except yang case yang tak boleh makan), I will still eat it anyway.

And one of those food are peas.

You know those little green ones. Usually in the three in one packet with its maties carrot and corn, sold in the supermarket.

Sadly, even though I kinda hate it, they will still appear in the common nasi, pasta and so on.

But I'm not the one whose shows they are picky with food in front of others, when taking food.

Don't get me wrong. I don't judge people who are picky with their food. But, if it's me. I wouldn't do it. And my children. Haha. Eat your veggies on your plate dearies!

And another reason is that my parents always told me to don't waste anything. So it kinda become a habit of eating everything on my plate (and someone's else, if you eating with me). And yeah. I hate the idea of precious food being waste.

Even though, I am so full. Just like yesterday, when me and my roommates went on eating at Manhattan Fish Market. I got joked around by my roommates saying I seriously looked like I was forced to eat it.

And pity them, they had to wait for me to finish it all. Funny thing is even though I'm a slow eater. But now, when I eat rice it's the same with the people with normal speed? Weird right?

Anyway, what's was I trying to blog about is that with the food that I don't really like.. I will always eat the hate stuff first. And eat the yummy stuff later.

Same as eating the bread loaf. I will tend to eat the sides first, before eating the middle part. As when I was a kid, I like the white part better.

While, eating  peas from the carbonara (or it is fettuccini pasta?. Idk the name.) I bought from the nasi arab stall at FZ cafe, I reminisce my little self (or in my other words. Termenung. My new hobby. ><).

When I was a kid, I thought by eating the stuffs I hate first. And better things will come later. And from that itself I thought about life. How I was being mocked, sometimes blackmailed by other people. And so on. And the thought I never told my parents those things. And how I back kick them with me being a good and clever student. And so on in life.

I had to suck up everything things that was hard for me. With no one I really (want?) to tell. And I survive throughout the process (just like eating things you don't like won't kill you). And things will get better In Shaa Allah.

As when I read Aisyah Syakirah's blog. Her friend said that all the bad things that been given to us is a sign of something much much better or you never expect in life.

And what she said is true. I've experienced it myself. Many times, to be told here.

If you are going through a hard. Cheer up, a good times will come. He is the Most Just, after all.

I never thought the little me, was so grown up.

The Girl in A Hood.

P/S: I'm on the way home cause I miss my family so much (and of course work too). I have a ton of other things to do. So pray for me to do well! Fighting!

Immune-ed.

Again, 

I actually wanted to post on Monday, but hadn't got the time and kinda lost the idea of want I was going to post. 

So well...

This week we had 3 quizzes. Which is a usual thing for us pharmacy student.

And I felt.

That I changed.

In the past, I tried to study hard or as much as I can to score the quizzes.

But now, I'm like. Baca-baca, kalau sempat habis semua. Sempat la. Kalau tak, redha je la. Haha. 

Quizes really depends on the rezqi of the person. Some didn't study but scored, some studied hard and didn't scored. And some are mediocore like me.

For me, I really think the scores doesn't define the intelligence. Some are so scared, they can't score as so on.

And the stress disease can be seen here.

This weekend is full of assignment due next week.

Anyway, I try the best I can. In Shaa Allah.

But you can say, I'm kinda immune-ed with this hectic university life. For now. :)

So bosan, now. TT.TT

The Girl in A Hood

Pharmily Day 16/17 // Aang the last avatar has arrived!

In Pharmacy, there's this yearly tradition where the first years will be organising the A to Z of our get together day with the KOPians.

All from the theme, ob, the what the when the how, the everything.

My friend got me into the Runner & Transport bureau, and funnily enough it's the first time I became a committee and felt I didn't contribute much as others.

All I had to do is to usher the lecturers and take care of the already planned game for 1 hour.

At  glance, if you see the place it's seems like a simple work.

But not, from the last minute change of venue to decorations (especially the balloons). Hard work between the entire members of our batch can be seen.

For me, it was very memorable and light hearting (is that a word?) to see whole batch come together like that.

At what was the best, our PD seems to be doing fine. Everyone was enjoying their time. We had fun fairs which was great, dart games, and the best ones I would say is the limbo and cooking competition.

At the very best was all the seniors sang us a thank you song for the whole Rx15 for our hard work. For me, it was touching and unexpected.

So thank you Rx15 for another beautiful memory together.

And here are some pictures of us (obviously I choose the ones I looked decent. Haha.).

 Rx15 Family <3

 Earth bender rules the earth! (We won 3rd place. Ok laaa.)

Yang pergi Sabah tu nak buat bila?

The Girl in A Hood

P/S: Sorry for this terrible post. Super lazy right now. Hope the pictures can make it up!

A day with my Chingu!

Just so you know, I'm feeling super duper lazy right now and been procrastinating so many things that I have to get done but not done. Huhu.

Still these are the type of blog post that I will regret not writing up (just like what the birthday blog post that I didn't write).

So I went out with a close 'girlfriend' of mine at the end of last month (Friday).

Basically, we were wanting to hang out outside of the campus for so long, but didn't really get the chnce.

So what I basically did was one Wednesday after a full 8 to 7 class, plus a 9 to 11 meeting (we students are so attached to our KOP building), I walked straight up to her room.

Haha. Poor her. I kacau her right when she was studying (but when medic students never not study?), with a bunch of random usual stuffs just like I usually talk to her.

That's when I told her about being so painful. It's the type of pain that was uncomfortable all the time, and at unexpected time will stab you so sharp that it made my tooth aches, and result with me saying a sudden Ow! What's worse is that I couldn't really hear properly.

Being the friend that I know, of course she would forced me to go to the doctors. Which we did the very Friday.

And she said she was driving.

That's when the funny bit came.

Little did I know, that she was a terrible-not-so-terrible driver.

Yah. You know what I mean.

So the outing went on like this:

I got picked up around 2, and we went on a date at KFC where I couldn't differentiate when the the waiter said spicy or pepsi (not to mention, I mistaken the word kucing to cincin the night before). That's the sign how my ear was worse and how my past few days got by with a good laugh. Haha.

After the lunch date (which went really well), we were suppose to arrive at the clinic in less than 10 minutes, but what happened was we got there after more than 30 minutes.

The incidents why that happened was memorable.

At first, the car got into a bruise with the corner (the ones you see on the road sides), which made my friend past the turning point to the clinic and shoot straight up in a traffic jam to Kuantan.

While, in the traffic jam, the fuel got low to only 1 bar. Which was when my friend panicked that we could make to the petrol station in time.

So imagine me a non-licensed driver trying to comfort her that it was unnecessary to call a friend to help us, and that we will reach the petrol station in time. Cause God who knows how long we will get stuck in Kuantan if we stop there.

You think that's all?

After refulling up to 3 bars. The car won't start. Haha.

Of course, as a never-did-I-ever-take-driving-lesson-person, I didn't know why it couldn't start.

She said the battery gone low, which was impossible (for me), and in the end she had to ask the not-so-knowing workers there to help. Clearly, they were not much of a help.

So then we realise that the gear (I think?) was wrong, instead of P it was a D.

After all the commotion, we finally got to the clinic.

The car had a bad scratch  which was non visible if didn't inspect closely with the bumper falling off (it can still attached back). At the very big least, we were safe. Along with me heart.

All in all, I got my meds and my longing date with my dear friend.

But I swear, next time If I got my license I will never get you to drive. Haha.

Sarang Haw, Chingu Yah!

The Girl in A Hood.