Dents

I was on my way to another section of my department for medication identification. My mind was occupied by the images of the tablets inside my grip; round, oval, pink, yellow, dented, scored.. Then my eyes laid on the cars parked on the side of the road; most of them have dents. That promptly reminded me of this scene in Cars 2..


The scene where Mater, McQuinn's bestfriend, had refused to mend the dents on his body because those are the dents he'd gotten from the adventures with his bestfriend..

I like that part; awed by the message.. If that's to be applied on human; those dents are scars.. Scars on the delicate skin, invisible scars on your heart.. Like dents, scars are from hurtful events.. These days, like dents, scars can also be 'mend' with those magic creams that fade scars that makes as if it was never there... For that invisible scar, we could just forget about it. Pretend like it was never there...


To think of it, I too have scars that I don't want to erase.. The ones that I want to always be there.. The ones that remind me of my mischievous childhood.. The ones that remind me what bad decisions can do to me. The ones that remind me of months and months of waiting to be physically normal again. The ones that remind me no matter how hurtful a good decision is, it will always be a good decision in the end. The ones that remind me of achievements..


Don't get me wrong.. Like others, I don't enjoy reminiscing bad memories and experiences. But, sometimes I need to look back at those scars. It's as if they tell me

"Haziah, there were times when you were stronger"
"Haziah, there were times when you were more patient"
"Haziah, do you want to do the same mistake again?"
"Haziah, good times will come"


Sometimes, we are only concern of the depth of a wound, the length of the healing process, the ugliness of the scar and often we relent the flaw of the once normal skin or heart.. .. We disregard the lesson of the event from which the scar was obtained and most importantly we often neglect the fact that the scar marks the healing process. A scar simply means you're healed...


I remember back during my study years.. It was during physiology if I'm not mistaken.. We were taught that scars are not as strong as the original skin.. They break loose more easily.. But, I guess, in the case of those invisible scars from surviving adversities and heartbreak; they just make our heart stronger... :)

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I Think I Wanna Marry You~

Ok... The tittle is just random.. I don't know what to put but, yes, this post is pertaining to my all-time-dreaded topic MARRIAGE...


It's hard being 25.. I don't know how many times had I wrote that same phrase this year.. But, yeah, it's just unbelievably hard especially when you're single. And it's even torturous when people know you're single and have yet any plans to settle down.. So, I'm in the later case, of course. Maybe it's my mistake for being too vocal about my devotion towards singledom. My lifestyle explicitly explain that being free is my cup of tea and there's just no room in my life for any homo sapien whose MyKad printed with LELAKI.. (Fabregas x da MyKad (^^)v)


Sometimes I think this Marriage topic has this ghostlike thing about it, you see. It spooks me by the fact that it always manage to find me where ever I am. And when the topic is raised by someone, no matter how I try to deviate the conversation, the topic could always find a U-turn to get back to me (-_-") SPOOKY!!!!!!!!!!!


One time, when one of my bro in Puchong came for a holiday in Sabah with his family, he slipped a RM 50 note under my car's perfume. I found it weeks later and was puzzled; had the note just appear out of nowhere during my impoverish days??? (I found it when I was all broke. So you can guess how excited I was). I didn't expect it to be from him but he text me 2 weeks later..

Bro: Gg, E ade letak duit tau bawah perfume kete gg..
Gg: heh? E punye ke?? Kenape bagi duit?? (padahal ko happy kan masa jumpa tu duit, Haziah.. :p)
Bro: Saje.. Nanti gg bole beli minyak.. Tak pon bole buat blanja kawen <- See!!!! This conversation was not at all related. But someone could always find things to say to me that relates to Marriage~


(-_-") So I replied,

Gg: Oooo.. Gg simpan untuk kawen la.. Alhamdulillah, akhirnya bole kawen awal sket.. Thanx E!<- Layan jugak tuh hahaha

Last week there was also something like this at my workplace. I went to do some intervention in the ward and found that the doctor who'd written the prescription graduated from my University. He was the one asking me "Ko budak UIA kn?" I didn't recognize him, though. Maybe his looks changed. I don't know. I was frowning when I enter the Satelite Pharmacy. My staff asked,

Staff: Kenapa G?
Gg: Hurm.. Saya tengah fikir.. Tu doktor dari universiti saya bha, tapi saya nda kenal. Saya cuba mau ingat ni sapa dia..
Staff: Dia kenal kau G?
Gg: Nda la bha kenal. Tapi dia tau la saya pon dari UIA.
Staff: Fuiyoo00o0!!! Maksudya dia notice Gg la di UIA. Mungkin Gg sedang memandang wajah jodoh Gg tadi.. <-- SEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gg: Astaga kak! HAHAHAHA Ke situ pulak bha dia...

And then my staffs start imagining how the love story goes, which was in my opinion very fairytale-like and hilarious at the same time.. Sakit perut ketawa hahaha

I'm seeing myself like these women in 6 years to come.. :p 31 and single... haha

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Kironggu Abseiling Trip

The skin of my hands are currently 6 tones darker than the rest of my body.. It's been 2 weeks since the trip, still I haven't regain my fair skin..

Yeah~ Recently I've been doing quite a lot of outdoor activities again. On 30th June, we set out for an abseiling trip in Kironggu. It's near the spot where we did rock climbing in December. Just a little bit higher and we've to hike a bit to get up there.


My last abseiling was back in UIA during I-Quest. I abseiled on the walls of my own Kuliyyah, that is. My last outdoor abseiling was years ago during the Mount Senyum expedition. So, though I don't favour abseiling that much, I thought I would just join since I've no plans that Saturday.

So, as usual, I'm all excited especially finally I got the chance to hike. It was satisfying though it was a short hike. The scenery at the top was splendid but it was scorching hot!!!!!!!! I got quite excited to see monkey cups up there and exclaimed "OMG! periuk api!!" which was embarassing~ (^^*)v then my friend said, "G, kalo ni periuk api, meletup suda kita di atas ni.."

And then I get to make use of my daisy chain too! Well, I bought it because everybody else was buying it. When we were in Berhala, we used it to keep us safe while standing on the rocks so I've no idea what it's used for for this trip since we were standing on flat ridge.

So, actually it's used for safety too. You attach carabiners at both ends; one crab attached to your harness and the other attached to this steel wire (I guess it's steel). So you're safe while walking about on the ridge hehe

Here's the picture of the abseil. It's about ~30m from the top to the bottom. I abseil slowly to scrutinize on the rock surface. Well, we're going to climb this wall in the future. So, I was actually walking down rather than abseiling like those cool abseil you see in movies.

I was actually excited about the hike that I decided to do my second abseil.. So, during the second abseil, this clever girl hooked her camera on her harness back loop and have forgotten that she'd slipped her handphone in her pocket. Roy was asking me to adjust something when I heard a thud. Then I saw my camera tumbling all the way down.. "AARGH!!!" Well, I wasn't that horrified since I knew the camera bag have thick padding. But then I feel something slipping from my pocket.. And there goes my handphone; shattered into pieces when it crash on the rocks~"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

That was when I start to abseil down as quick as I could; konon2 mau safe my stuffs la... My camera was fine.. It took a few minutes to find my phone parts and miraculously, it survived the crash unscathed!



She who shouldn't be alive

I was actually already thinking of what phone to buy as I abseil down hahaha

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Eat Pray Love.. (-_-")

I don't know whether I'm the first person to say this.. I DON'T LIKE THIS BOOK...

I saw quite a lot of positive reviews from bloggers about the book, so that's why I bought it. And another thing is because Julia Roberts starred the motion picture. This is the book that I searched for two hours and finally saw two copies of it cloaked by towering books around it. There were two copies only!!! Obviously lots of pepole have been buying it~ But now, after having read 1/3 of it, I decided to stop because I just can't find any reason to proceed till the end...

This is an honest memoir indeed.. Honestly boring.. I was expecting the EAT part will make my mouth water just like Recipe for Life did.. But the author just go about telling about her depression, her dillema with men in her life, with her wanting to learn Italian.. And she goes all around the bushes before getting to the main point.. Maybe that's her way of making the book thicker..


I was expecting the EAT part would describe the taste of the food, how beautifully they are being served, the aroma.. Things like that... But the author just mention what she ate.. Just mention the names~ Like I know what those food are like by their names.. Even the way she describe Rome is so simple that it seems like there's nothing special about it..


Actually, my books are like a doorway for me to explore the places that I couldn't reach. My books are among the reasons why I'm so eager saving money to travel and see the places mentioned in the books with my own eyes. But this book doesn't excite me.. I wish I never bought it.. I should've bought another book...

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Ramadhan 1432..

Alhamdulillah.. I'm still here for another Ramadhan...


Being away from my comfortable-Islamic-zone, I've been a little bit observant. Back in UIA, you can feel that Ramadhan is the month of blessings with all the Islamic activities being so customary. You can see posters about Islamic talks, you have tadarus Al-Quran every night, you have a lot of Iftars.. Iftar kelas, Iftar course, Iftar ARC, Iftar this, Iftar that... And you can almost always listen to voices reciting quranic verses whereever you are. That's International Islamic University....


Now I'm no longer there and I'm in Sabah, in which Muslims are so often indistinguishable from the Non Muslims. S and I agreed that we didn't feel that Ramadhan was approaching. Nothing indicate that Syaaban was coming to its end because nobody was excited about Ramadhan. It was only S and I who kept reminding each other "Weyh, da nak pose weyh~"



But then again, now Ramadhan is here, I can see the gist of it despite of not being in the Islamic environment that I used to be in. Well, for one, every Muslim are trying their best to fulfill this pillar of Islam. And those whom I know are not the type who pray regularly are now walking their way to the mosque for terawih prayers!!! Well, pessimists might say "Ala~ Time Ramadhan je tuh," but to me, that's still a good thing. Better than nothing that is. At least they have the effort to get near to Allah during Ramadhan. Who knows, maybe they'll stick to doing the five daily prayers after Ramadhan. More women are wearing hijab during this holy month too. Well, that's a good thing eventhough it's temporary. At least the guys are protected from seeing things... You know, things~~ hehe

Gambar yang mesti mau berunsur gunung ganang dan batu :p

Well, another thing about this Ramadhan is that my neice and nephew are being trained by my mom to fast full day. My neice can't really handle the hunger but my mom, being strict as she always does, have insisted that she should wait until the adzan before she could touch any food. And my neice cried as she wait for the adzan. Kesian betol... But then after a few days, my neice got use to the fasting :)


My mom never pushed me, though. I had a very bad gastric when I was 8 that I was warded for a few hours for monitoring (and it wasn't Ramadhan that time). So she wasn't very strict about my fasting. I only fast when I reached my puberty. Even now, I rarely miss my meal but surprisingly I could always withstand fasting :)


Hurm, there was something amusing going on here in our house too. Well, Idham is also being trained to fast half-day. I wasn't fasting for the first few days since it was the time of the month so he saw me eating in the kitchen in the afternoon. On his way to school the next day he asked Umi,

"Umi, kak jiji tu Islam ka? kenapa dia nda puasa?"

When I was told about this, of course la I terus ketawa terbahak bahak.. I found it so funny. But then I'm quite impressed that he recognized fasting is one of the pillar of Islam, the basic act that portrays you being a Muslim :)

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A Thousand Splendid Suns

So.. After Recipe for Life which was somewhat a leisure reading that stimulate the secretion of gastric juice (chewah! ayat pharmacist), I opted to read something overwhelming that'll bring me to tears.. So.. Yeah.. I picked A Thousand Splendid Suns.


This is another brilliant work of Khaled Hosseini's. An absolute page turner and it took me only 3 days to finish it up (I'm actually a slow reader..).. The setting is still the same, the war-inflicted Afghanistan and in this book he addresses the oppression of women..

I really love how he blend history into this fiction. The story started off with when Afghanistan was under Communist in which women were treated almost equally (from what I understood) and were allowed to be educated; that's up to University level.

But then things change.. There were so many exchange of powers, so many killings and finally he brought readers to the Taliban era in which they practiced strict Islamic rulings
(extremely strict that is)

Most of the plots are actually stories from the household of the main characters. There are two main characters in this book, Mariam and Laila, and their stories are being told in alternate chapters. In this story, we can see how sons are favoured over daughters and how a woman's needs are often ignored.

There's a love story too.. I love the love story part because I think it's like a buffer that eases the agony throughout the whole story. It's a friendship turned into love, then separation, then reunion...

I guess, the most heartbreaking part was when women were deprived from recieving proper treatment for ailments. In the extremely strict law, the Taliban only allow female doctors to treat women. This is very ironic you see, because in their era, women were also not allowed to be educated so the number of female doctors were scarce. They were ordered to do procedures with their Burqa and that compromises the hygeine of a procedure..

The author described how hectic the women hospital was. So much clamour going on; people pleading to be treated first, wailing voices of pain, weeping family members, dusty air.. Gave me goosebumps as I imagined how it was..


After reading this, I'm so grateful to have been fated to be born in Malaysia, enjoying the peace and harmony. Grateful to have been granted a good mind and the opportunity to build up my potentials. There's so many things to be grateful of if we look at how actually people in the other parts of the world are being terrorized... Alhamdulillah~


Sometimes I wish I could help change the world.. Or give a helping hand...

\\(".) A helping hand.....

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