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Minna-sama, tadaima! I haven't been updating this blog for centuries. The only logical explanation was that I must have studied so much for the last few weeks of last year. By last year I mean a couple of DAYS ago. Happy new year 2012, minna-sama! Frankly speaking, I have a myriad of things to tell you this moment. Seriously! But since my mind is still tired from the

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Tanta is now hot with lots of campaigns regarding famine in Somalia. I mean...it is NICE to see everybody is getting bussier and bussier for the sake of brotherhood. Moreover, it colours the life of a student. Well, yes you are a student. But it doesn't mean that you have to be an ignorant other than your 'study' things.Darou na? Frankly, the issue of Somalia is already an old issue. Old but

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Damascus, the capital of Republic of Syria. It was a frosty morning. I started my journey that day. It was a perfect day. The sun had splashed pink clouds across the horizon and rivers of silver light ran through the streets. It was among the days I spent in Syria. Yes, I haven't told you a thing about spending time in Syria yet, you must be very confused. No. You don't have to. There were

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Actually I want to let you know ONE thing. Baby-Ie was admitted to hospital just couple of days ago. She undergo a surgery for having acute appendicitis. Alhamdulillah it was a successful surgery. It happened during her last paper of PMR. She was trying hard to control her pain  but after 15 minutes she was trembling with unbearable pain. She was brought to the hospital immediately and was

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I am smiling at the memory. It is going to be Aidilfitri soon.  By soon, I mean VERY soon.  Underage children would have been very  excited about 'Hari Raya'.  Because I used to be an INNOCENT  young girl, so I pretty much knew  how exciting it was to celebrate Hari Raya.  Eventhough, I used to not fasting  the whole month of Ramadhan that time.  Yeah, I was a little naughty! And do you know

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As Ramadhan is approaching,  I can sense the enthusiasm runs in everyone.  This is a GREAT sign!  When you come to such degree  of excitation and eagerness  looking forward for Ramadhan  to greet you, your soul is  emitting good auras. OR in Naruto  they called it as 'chakras'.  But I'm no Naruto fan. Not that I hate,  I'm just not one of the fan. Maybe if we talked about

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Assalamualaikum!  How do you do? OK. Things are getting dull here, I supposed. So, let's get some fresh air...let's go travelling! Oh, C'mon! Just for a few minutes! Don't worry about the ticket..this time, MY treat! Istanbul, tamam? Sen guzelsin!!! When I was in Turkey, I visited Topkapi Palace. It was a majestic building...with an impressive entrance gate, named as Gate of

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Yesterday night I hurt myself. It was 1.30 in the early morning. Outside were glittery stars against the illuminating sky. I could see them from my window pane. But I couldn't see the fair moon. It was hiding behind the wall of my room. But I knew it was there. Lately, since the exam  started pressuring my brain,  I found myself being an insomniac.  Like...who on earth would sleep

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OK, folks! Here I go again! But before I go on with my DISCUSSION this time, well, I've been wondering... Have you ever kept a diary to yourself? Uhm, you know that kind of BOOK  which you record your daily  events and experiences.  Where you pour your heart out,  spill your emotion, take out your anger.  Baaah! As if NOBODY knows what a diary is! All right. You've hit the jackpot!

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I have a confession to make. Maybe several confessions.  But don't be surprised and say ''Eeeehhh?" Okay! Here it comes.  First of all, despite the fact that my annual exam is VERY NEAR around the corner, still I don't study that much anyway. And second of all, I'm addicted to 'Nina In Japan'! That I've been watching and stalking to her videos uploaded by her Papa since she was merely a

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Yesterday was a nightmare. I just closed my eyes and lay there like a beached whale, which every inch of my body aching. Even my hair hurt. However, the worst part was me performing a freak SHOW.  With that degree of aching, I went screaming on and off. Very abnormally loudly. And I was the freak. So, today, I'm absolutely NOT sharing about yesterday. I'd wish to tell myself that yesterday

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  I'd give my all to haveJust one more night with youI'd risk my life...lalalalala Melancholy. Now, I don't know whether you know it, but I have a new pet. And it is a cat. It is not so little tom, with fine big whiskers and a nice long bushy tail. So white all over and so fluffy. Very very very playful. It runs all over my spacious room..on my desk  pretending to study, then on my

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What is 'lucky'? Months ago during my attachment at a KK in my place, I introduced myself as a medical student in Egypt. And the staffs said, "Yana, you are very lucky!" Despite the lucky me, in there was the first time in my life dealing with real blood drawing and unsurprisingly I failed a few times. Yet, I was still lucky. Years ago, even when I told my most bossom friend in world (credit to

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 Truth as clear and blue as the sky we walk under. Love as bright and loud as the lightening and thunder. Peace as pure and white as the moon, so full of wonder. So many different colours of Islam! I miss my paintings True. I haven't been painting lately. And that made me feel like losing my wings.  Painting as a hobby can be a very satisfying and relaxing form of recreation. The hobby of oil

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I meet Najwa in the afternoon, specifically during ITQAN. We exchange smiles from distance. "Hangpa sedar tak camera hangpa tak dak? Did you realize that u lost your camera?" she ask in her Kedah accent. "La....a'ah la! Baru kami perasaan. Ada dengan hangpa ka? Now that you mention it, did you have my camera with you?" I try to relax. "Tak sedih ka camera tak dak? Camera hangpa ada

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"Mama, I don't like ikan keli (cat fish) and I would never eat it," my youngest sister, Baby told her mother one morning. "Yes, I know. Our family don't eat ikan keli. Anyway, kelisa is a nice fish," Mama said, smiling. "Is kelisa a fish?" I asked innocently. "What?! Oh...Along! You went flying here and there, yet you don't know that kelisa is a type of fish?" "Well, I only knew that Kelisa

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Assalamualaikum and Salam 1 Malaysia.Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Aaah. It has been a while since my last entry. What can I say...I'm busy! (err...busy??) Yeah, sort of. Actually I have a lot of things in my mind to be sketched onto this very personal site of mine. But, you know, when you have an infinite stories to share, in the end it becomes almost nothing. (ahahaha...forget that ,

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"If you reach that place again, will you walk through the path we used to walk together, again?" Mama asked with trembling voice. The request was answered by an invisible smile. There was a silence. A meaningful silence. As if we were drifted back  to those days...days full of unforgettable memories. Days we went through in Mecca and Medina.  That was my first Umrah trip, about 6 years ago,

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There was an old woman who lived in a shoeShe had so many childrenShe didn't know what to doBut they all were so handsomeAnd clever I'm toldThat she wouldn't trade oneFor diamond or gold! I love this rhyme. I'll rhyme this whenever I need to clear my head. It has been a long time since I first asked to memorize this rhyme.It was 10 years ago, when I was in Standard 6. We were participating in the

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I've just finished my Ophthalmology written paper! Oooh, my vision is blurring! Right, I won't talk about that anyway...Let Allah complete the rest. It was the Father's Day just passed few days. And I'm not here to post a-Father's-Day-gift-entry, absolutely! The reason is simple, because now I do not have a father. He left. Hurm...it sounds rather rude.. Then how about he 'died'. Ah,

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Minna, please have a look at my painting. Onegaishimasu! I name this as.....'Summer in Malaysia'?? Yeah! I know. Just stop there, OK.  It's not that I can stand you  admiring my fine art masterpiece.  But thanks anyway!  I really  appreciate your praises that  come from the pure heart of yours. Lately I have this song keep playing  inside my mind. Hurm...not so new,  just a few years back. Even

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My special Mother's Day post should be yesterday but since I've just finish preparing a little present for my Mama, so I guess it'll be all right for a little delay. Oh, don't worry! I've called my mom earlier in the morning and wished her a 'Happy Mother's Day'.   I miss your warm hugs. Narrated by al-syaikhani Bukhary and Muslim:   A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God!

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The Prophet (pbuh) said, "A believer is  like a building whose different parts enforce each other." The Prophet (pbuh) then clasped his hands with fingers interlaced (while saying that). Narrated by Abu Musa. It has been a long time since I heard  this particularly noble hadith again.  Somehow, it touches my feeling. I don't  know how to describe it. But it has.... softness like silk. With warm

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A few days ago we went to Alexandria, Republic of Egypt. That was among the annual trip organized by the university for us. Well, when I say that it was organized by the university, you can it's free but it doesn't means that it was completely FOC. Why? Oh, my! What was that USD 7000 are for anyway! But I must say that it is a good chance for us. Speaking of that, the participants were about

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My first birthday message was from my beloved 'Man of The House'- , my 'little' brother, Muhammad Syazwan. I woke up this morning, surprised to see a chain of text messages in my inbox. A lot of birthday messages from families (my 3 sisters Alin, Baby-E, Wani) and friends (too many to list down). Thank you for all of you. You are very dear to me and your prayers are very precious to me. May

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I had my Anatomy group tutorial for the Second Year students, which I've just finish it this morning, right after I came back from the 2 hours journey from Cairo. By the end of next week, there are so many things for me to finish. I need to pass up my Ophthalmology Quiz, finish the Toxicology Assignment, submit my Nuwair article to the Head Editor, prepare for Public Health end round exam,

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"Along, now you are making me more  frustrated. I want someone to hear me  how bad my day is, but you never listen.  Why don't you just be a listener?" her voice  loosen down, her face gloomed. I turned away. "Why? I had  a bad day too,  mama. I'm tired of listening to the same  problem everyday. But you keep telling me  your bad day, again. I don't want you to be  reminded over and over while

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I feel like breaking downI feel out of placeI feel like running awayI feel sick and deep inside me bleedingI stuck inside the world I hate!  I'm not sure how I suppossed to feel. Hurt? Left out? Frustrated? I feel sick! Sick of pretending to be all right. Sick of pretending that everything is just fine. Sick of those fake smiles and stupid lies. They speak like they care, but actually they don't

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Day 4: We reached Konya that morning after 8 hours of bus journey. We checked-in a hotel in town and continue our discoveries in Turkey. First we went to Alaeddin Keykubad Camii. Sultan Alaeddin Keykubad was the ruler of Seljuk Imperial. According to the history, during the conquer of Constsntinople, Bursa (Sultan Mehmet 2) was helped by near by Islam rulers, including Seljuk. Seljuk rulers

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Marhaba! I've just came back from out on the town. My 5 friends and I went to Turkey with the help of Ust. Hazimin from HZ Tours. A splendid place, I recommended for you! It was a week of memorable trip. Well, to write everything (which is impossible for me) I'd rather put our trip on summary. And before I go any further, this post is also dedicated to my Turkish friend, Selime Coskun who teaches

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This morning I made another long distance phone call to home. As I was talking to my mom... "You aren't in Turkey, are you?""Erm? Not yet, mom.""Yes, I know. Your trip will be after my birthday. When is the exact date?" Kababo! Oh my! My! My! How on earth did I forget my mom.s birthday?? She must have been waiting for my call in the past two days. I had not even sent her a birthday message, not

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Konna koto ii naDekitara ii naAnna yume konna yume ippai aru kedoMinna minna minnaKanaete kureruFushigina POKKE de kanaete kureruSora wo jiyuu ni tobitai naHait! Takekopta!An an an tottemo daisuki DORAEMON Ahahaha...everybody loves Doraemon! That's it! Doraemon was our team mascot for PCT Family Day 2010 that was held on last 23rd. January. There were another 3 teams took part and each team

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The Lord of the east and the west: there is no god except Him; so take Him for yourself as an Ever-Trusted Trustee.                                                                                                                           (Qur'an 73:9) Actually, I have one feeling to share with my friends today. Today I didn't attend my lectures. I woke up, felt tired and hesitated to get ready

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Last night we had our wireless network operated, for the first time in Badar 313, our new house. Oh, by the way, we just moved in about a month ago! We are now living in Syarie’ Azhar, just a block before Syarie’ Salam, my former house. Since this is my first post after moving in, first and foremost, let me introduce my new housemates: Iman - our Mrs. BrainAzzahra’ - she makes the home as her ‘

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Talk! If you can't read. One day, a man came to see an optician. Patient: Doctor, could you make me a pair of reading glasses because I can't read without it. Doctor: OK, then. I'll be happy to help you. So, the doctor prescribed for him reading glasses. But then the man came to the clinic again.. Patient: You must have gave me a wrong prescription! Doctor: Why? I'm sure i gave you the right

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Who seeks joy in paradise will unite within for you and me. This afternoon was very bright. Sun shone down on my head, lighting up my soul with hope. With the Noble Mushaf in my hands, I walked out from the hospital wetting my tongue with Surah Al-'Alaq. Al-'Alaq means The Clot. Read! In the Name of your Lord, Who has created (all that exists), Has created man from a clot (a piece of thick

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I woke up early this morning as for today is the first day I enter the 4th year of medicine. The distance between my new lecture hall and my house is now a few steps nearer than before. Well, that makes a lot of change! We don't have to run from the main gate to the faculty. We don't have to climb to the 6th floor for lectures. And also, we don't have our Malaysian Room here. Oh, we are going to

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It's been a while I haven't post something here. I'm still in Malaysia, by the way. Yeah, you know...enjoying my so-called-holiday...tasting hometown's cuisines...visiting teachers and relatives...having fun under the sun and not to forget the sea! We collect a lot of...'remis' some kind of animal that i don't know it's name in English. There are so much of theme by the seashore and you can

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Al-Azhar Mosque, Cairo. Flying from the ‘City of 1000 Minarets’ took about 12 hours to reach the ‘City of Lights’. I looked at the clouds outside. Clean and white. The sky was blue. It felt like a dream. I never dream that I would be back to Malaysia this year. Subhanallah. Allah The Creator:He Who created the seven heavens in layers. You will not find any discrepancy in the creation of the

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"Come home for me, Along," she said on the phone."I want to see you, I want to have your courage! Bring me your smile, Along," her voice trembled in her tears. My tears were rolling down my cheeks like rain. "I am sorry, mama, for abandoning you," I replied. Guilty. That evening, we cried together as much as we wanted, as though we were hugging each other long and warm hugs. Letting the tears

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" U changed me. the Malaysians," said a local Egyptian who teaches us Arabic lesson. My friends and I looked at each other, puzzled. Then he began his story, how he started to concern about standard Arabic and English language. We listened to him, doozed. During his schooling, he learnt English and Arabic as other students would do, to excel in examinations. As he entered Al-Azhar University,

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Last night was a bright night. The moon shone fairly down to the earth. Moderate temperature. Tranquility was in the air. This morning was a bright morning too. The birds chirped happily. A bleesed day! Today is seventeenth ramadhan of 1430, the day of Nuzul Quran. The day Al-Quran was settled down to our noble Prophet (s.a.w). It contains beautiful words arranged in wonderful manners.

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Violet Garden, 'Garden of Courage'. Violet orchid. Specially chosen name, immortalizing the most favourite flower of my beloved mother. Her fondest floras are from Orchidaceae family. Orchidaceae is the largest plant’s family, estimated up to 35 000 species. This exotic flower grows wild but indeed very sensitive. Orchid represents love, beauty and refinement of the persona. No wonder why my

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