Those who dare deserve

30 minutes left.

The silent ambiance force me to willingly acknowledge whatever sound struck; paper flipping, shoe tapping, heavy breath exhaling, finger joints popping, liquid paper shaking, all. It’s cold and the horizon within the closed room seemed not welcoming at all. Pretended checking around; right, cleared. Left, cleared, front, cleared. My instinct said back, cleared.

And I started, tear I go little by little. Phew, cold sweat rolled down my cheek (this part is made up). I never thought a 2 inches paper distance would be this hard to be torn.

Shred! Bingo!

When suddenly he walked passed my desk from behind. Shoot! I didn’t see that coming. Did he saw it? Did he figure out what I was doing? Cover it up, put on my actress face like nothing had happened. Calmly fold the paper and hide it.

People started walking out the door. I waited for the best timing and off I stood. Slowly stepping and I noticed he looked at me. That gave me a goose-bumps, he stared at me like I did something wrong when I did. Lord! Don’t let me be caught red-handed. 3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter and off out the door, safe.

Now that’s what I call victory; going in with a piece of paper, going out with 2 pieces of paper. I wonder what it is.

Those who dare to do it deserve it.

May Allah bless until the last paper, insyaAllah

Nurturing the culture

If you asked most people around me what vibes that I exerted within my atmosphere territory, most probably they’ll say “Japanization”, especially after my art presentation on the Japanese tea ceremony, chado. Well, perhaps I have to declare that Japanese had become my 2nd language after English. As been posted on my previous entry under topic innocent obsession, that was how I started being absorbed into the Nippon-thingy; dramas, songs, movies, cuisine, culture, fashion, product, you name it. I wonder if people noticed me speaking in Japanese much more frequently rather than English in private. Only lately I’m in dilemma, shouldn’t I be more concern in nurturing a better culture for the sake of myself at least?

Situation A:
Every morning, instead of saying ‘ohayo gozaimasu’, wouldn’t it better to say ‘assalamualaikum’

Situation B:
After calling it a day and head off home, instead of saying ‘ja, mata ashita ne’, wouldn’t it better to still wrap it with ‘assalamualaikum’

Situation C:
When something was safely done just as expected, instead of saying ‘yosh’ or ‘yokatta’, wouldn’t it better to say ‘alhamdulillah’

Situation D:
‘Lepaking’ with some friends and having meals with them, instead of saying ‘itadakimasu’, wouldn’t it better to say ‘bismillahirrahmanirrahim’

Ps: I usually did both for situation D though.

Highlighting situation C. Even I often heard the words like ‘yay’, ‘nasib baik’, ‘wah seronoknya’ when something good happened, when we’re lucky. Perhaps those words slipped out of tongue unconsciously (FYI that was supposed to be my excuse). Somehow I bet what had happened would be much more meaningful after thanking the Almighty Allah.

Alhamdulillah for the breath you still grant me
Alhamdulillah for this heart you still allow to beat
Alhamdulillah for the faith in you, you never seem to withdraw
Alhamdulillah for the ‘wakeup call’ within my carelessness and forgetfulness
Alhamdulillah for the pleasure in life you accord
Alhamdulillah for all the good things you planned to happen to me

nurturing the culture in the making =)

Don't wait till tomorrow

I kinda made an unofficial vow to myself to switch into hiatus mode especially about this facebook and blogger thingy until I completed my final exams. The thing is that there’s something in life that you can’t wait and shouldn’t wait until tomorrow. Updating my blog for instances. Come to think about it, postponing everything until exam’s over is really a no-go. If you want it, you should just go for it. Well, easier said than done it is. I haven’t reached that stage yet; the stage where I would still innocently replying testimonials on facebook aware of anatomy paper the next morning. That’s why I only make a comeback now.

Anatomy is over, Behavioral Science is over, and Biochemistry is over. I’m not gonna post about those though; most probably my colleague had done that.

Jangan tunggu sampai esok

Sounds familiar ain’t it? I was making this lame gag to one of my friend, and she ended up blurry. Lord! Don’t tell me you guys too got nothing crossing on mind? It’s a catchphrase of a local furniture company, Courts Mammoth remember? LOL I was brought up served by this catchphrase during commercial breaks on TV since I was 5, and sorry for being over nostalgic.

Back to the ‘don’t wait till tomorrow’ thingy. Here comes the flashback to the year 2007.

It was the end of year where I would go to and fro of town with my friends after our SPM having nothing to do at home. Movies, bowling, window shopping, karaoke, hanging out at the library; you name it. At the mall, we always came across this one shoe boutique and there was when the first time I noticed her, my heart skipped a beat. I’ve gotta tell you, she’s a beauty. She looks elegant, sophisticated, daring, innocent yet sexy at the same time. For crying out loud, I’ve forgotten when the last time was my breath taken away. If let’s say my friends and I went hanging out at the mall for 3 days a week, then I would also grab a chance to go and ‘meet’ her for all the opportunity that I’ve got. I didn’t try to approach her though, even though my heart told me to, knowing I could always see her whenever I went there. Even when my friends provoked me, I’ll say stuff like ‘there’s still tomorrow’ or ‘don’t worry, tomorrow never dies’ and we started laughing.

Until it came to this day when I was thinking about her letting go of my night sleepless. That was when I told myself ‘I’ve got to go and see her tomorrow, and if possible should I just ‘propose’ her?’

She was all in my mind and as planned, the next day I went there with my mum. But she’s not there, in fact she was nowhere in the boutique. Seeing my facial expression, my mum asked the shoe consultant and this was what we got ‘oh that 1? We sold it yesterday’ with a smile carved on his face.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Ah, I should have just bought her the first time I saw her! It was a Charles n Keith light gold sling-back, with a slim 2 and a half inches heel that could cost you almost RM200! After all it was the year-end sale and after 50% discount I could have owned her with just less than RM100! She’s killing and stunning but yet very nice and comfortable (PS: because I’ve worn my sis’ once)

Just so you know, for some reason why this ‘wait till tomorrow’ attitude is just…..wrong.

Mr. Skeleton

Countdown to final (3 days excluding today)

It was a revision class with Prof Ezz. We covered kinda a lot but he got me lost during the final 30 minutes for it has been so long since I had a 2 hours lecture straight.

Arches of the foot

1. Longitudinal (medial and lateral)
- Spring & deltoid ligament (supports medial longitudinal arch)
- Short & long plantar ligament (supports both arches)
2. transverse
- supported by superficial & deep transverse plantar metatarsal ligament

Talus, calcaneus, cuneiforms, cubiod…
Going in and out my mind by turns.

Factors of arches maintenance

1. Beautifully designed bone structures
2. Ligaments bonded to adjacent bones
3. Strong fascia attachment (plantar aponeurosis)
4. Short muscles of sole
5. Tendons of muscle coming from outside foot

Weight lifting athlete might developed flat foot after some years for disruption of muscles, ligaments, bones & tendons.
Any congenital factor especially in babies caused by abnormalities of bones formation resulted in flat foot.

And starting at this point, my mind goes on a trip. If I were Prof Ezz, I would say;

Any circumstances that cause weakness of factors that maintaining foot arches would result in Nishikido Ryo’s foot.

Why?

But don’t worry Ryo-chan. We love you the way you are =)

Lord! The bony thingy really drives me crazy. The attachments (origins and insertions) are best memorized by applying it onto real bones or specimen. Sheessshhhh.. Now how I wish I were a walking skeleton!

As I quote our dean, Prof Dato’ Nik said;
“During my medical student days back in Alex, each student has a set of bones for us to revise”

Momma! Can I have this for my 20th birthday? Puh-liizzzz