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Walaweii..

Dah lama x update blog nie sejak beralih ke Wordpress..hee..

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Currently in Terengganu for clinical elective..1 month...just finish the 1st week..

Tapi dah start plan tok cuti seminggu sblom balik India nnti..huahua..x puas lg cuti..

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Cloudy morning in Belgaum. Cold.

I saw a father walking with his 2 daughters. Sending them to school.

A father lifted his daughter up onto the motorcycle. Maybe heading to the nursery. While the mother watching them in the front porch.

I used to have this situation. I bet you had had it too.

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Good Day..

Feeling uneasy? Release it. How? A question me myself don’t have the answer. But believe me. You know how to. It’s just different for other people.

And for God’s sake, it is different every time. The ‘uneasy feeling’ makes me feel more uneasy; restless. How am I supposed to deal with it if it is not the same as before?

p/s: I am still building the strong inner me. Let just do it together.  J

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How's your life?..

Mine, nothing serious. 

I found myself in a 'comfort zone' again.

How?

The environment just creating itself on it's own.

I thought that studying abroad will let me out of the comfort zone. That happened only for the past 3 years in here, at least. Now, it's coming back. That feeling. 

I'm not blaming the sudden increased of students here, certainly not the students fault. But what's happening here is definitely the students fault. They became too comfy when surrounded by our own 'friends'. 

I've read an article written by a Malaysian student in Egypt. It struck me really hard. He emphasized on the numbers of students. Particularly, Malaysian students. When we are in a small group, we are depending on each other. Take care of each other because we are Malaysians. We tend to have that motivational to study hard and in a group. What happen if there are lots of student?

We the Malaysians get that feeling of that 'comfort zone' when there are too many Malaysian in 1 place. I don't know how to explain this theory, but this is what I saw happening here. 

The author mentioned about several things that happened in Egypt when there are lots of Malaysian students. Truancy is the major problem.

Truancy is also my problem. I did it. I need help. We need help. We need to stop this. 

p/s: 1) Melayu Mudah Lupa - Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad
      2) I'm sorry, I cannot find the original article of that student.

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A chillax entry. Just my overwhelming gratitude to the born of my 1st nephew, Rayyan Dzulfiqar. Lovely name.  :)

He was born on March 22, 2014. The day that is so not pleasant to me but once I've got the message he was born, my day brighten. :)

I did celebrate his born day. Haha. I served my friends with a bucket of KFC. 

p/s: with all due respect to my brother, no pictures of Rayyan will be uploaded.

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A complete blank. Mind blank. Today. With the heated up room, my eyes keep on paralysed.

Academic book is opened just for awhile for the sake of presentation tomorrow. Not a single word bear in my mind. Need to reread it tonight or maybe an hour before presenting.

Sunday. It's Sunday. With increasing workload as a 4th year medical student. This is the very day to pamper myself.

Getting pampered by tiramisu, good musics, & a novel.

p/s: Don't get weary of your current life as you choose it long ago. HAPPY SUNDAY... :)

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What will you do if you can't control your drowsiness? Especially during a class. Me, got a quite weird habit of writing a poem or writing in Korean language (simple2 things) when I just can't stand the drowsiness. 

At least, I don't fall sleep & somehow I already accustomed to it & still can received a little bit of the lecture's content while doing those things. 

This new poem is written in the Outpatient Department of Ophthalmology while waiting for the lecturer to come. Inspired by the life of Henry Whittaker from a book called "Signature of All Things" - Elizabeth Gilbert.

Does enduring hardships in your life make you a well-being human?

Experience is the best teacher they say

What if all of it are lies?

How to survive in this shitty world?

Are we condemned to be an obedient listener

OR

Are we condemned to be an observer

With the mouth shut

p/s: I'm sorry for that little word 'shitty' but this a poem. Just a way to emphasize it.  :)