Ways to Appreciate a Chick

Tidur 15 minit yang efektif buat aku terkenang – kenang. Euforia lepas tu, macam dah dapat kopi dan coklat.

Habis kertas Andrology dan Dermatology hari ini, campak bantal dan tidur. Segar bugar nak buat apa – apa lepas tu. Sebelum ni yang terbaru, tidur 30 minit paling nikmat, petang sebelum aku keluar buat kerja Sumbang Suara. Ambil risiko tak pasang alarm dan tidur. Bangun - bangun,

“Nyaman sungguh bilik tuan rumah ni. I’m ready to go!” balik rumah sewa sendiri dan bersiap ke majlis berkenaan.

Lompat ke tajuk masakan malas el-M inspired by Housemate L.

Tempoh hari aku masak ayam bakar. Resepi yang sepatutnya untuk kecemasan. Belum saat genting aku dah guna resepi kecemasan ni, maksudnya penyakit Sendi Malas tu dah datang.

2 ulas bawang putih, 2 bawang merah saiz sederhana, 2 serai, serbuk jintan dan ketumbar. Garam dan gula secukup rasa. Kisar. Macam kurang rasa hari tu. Aku rasa aku patut masukkan serbuk kunyit/daun kunyit.

Lantak.

Lulurkan pada seluruh ayam seekor, luar dan dalam. Sapu minyak pada dulang pembakar. Terus masukkan dalam ketuhar yang telah pun dipanaskan ke suhu 200⁰C selama 10 minit.                                                                                                        

Sejam confirm masak.

Sambil tu sejam boleh guna untuk ulangkaji  atau menangis teresak – esak menyesali zaman messed up kau. Bunyi je loceng ketuhar tu, boleh terus laung dari dalam bilik sambil lap hingus (kata mnangis teresak – esak kan?),

“You all, dinner dalam oven tau…!”

Yang penting, masak cara begini membolehkan kau lebih hargai rasa ayam tu. Bosan juga hari – hari masuk larutkan rasanya dalam sup atau kuah.

p/s: rindu nak masak ikan bakar ala Portugis stail Sendi Malas Tahap 4.

Zesty

As a quick review about the past two or three weeks,

I only want sugary foods. Chocolates, sweets and sweeter coffee. It was freaky enough to realise I tripled the amount of sugar in my 3 in 1 coffee. You know that 3 in 1 coffee already has sugars in it, right? So yeah.

Is it the winter? Or the hidden stress? I don’t care. At one time while studying, I can grasp firmly and say, “I want sweet foods!”

I almost ate all the candies, given by our neighbour from 10th floor. This year, I have to spend a little more for studies and plan for life after graduation. I need a lot of chocolates that I must allocate a special budget for it. Or if I can restrain myself, I can save money.

Just kidding.

Amoi 1: Actually, no. She’s dead serious. She could eat you, but sprinkles sugars first if she’s desperate enough.
M: Shut up.

But the sweetest of all is to have such a confident, adorable pal.

“Aku sekarang nak benda manis je.”
“Aku kan ada.”

Awwwh…

By the way, do you know that koshary tastes even better with a squeeze of lemon/lime?

Blonde Wig

Maka kerja aku pun menyelongkar arkib video. Budak-budak ni nak rujuk untuk hal promosi.

Bapak ah. I am ugly on camera.

More reasons to cover my ugliness or exaggerate it. I made peace with my glasses. Nope. Not peace. 'Love... yes, 'love - hate relationship' is the right term to begin with.

But I feel more sorry for this kakak than for my love-hate relationship.

I may cry, ruining my makeup

Wash away all the things you've taken

I don't care if I don't look pretty

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking

Big girls cry when their heart is breaking

Every time I listen to this, I feel like saying, "Kakak, don't cry, Kakak. Now I want to cry too." to which that kakak replies,

"Big girls cry when the hearts are breaking, dik."

Me, sobbing louder to the extend of mournful wolf howl.

Then, there's this:

Well, I've got thick skin and an elastic heart,

But your blade it might be too sharp

I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard,

I may snap and I move fast

But you won't see me fall apart

'Cause I've got an elastic heart

This one reminds me of, "According to Starling Law, the more stretch applied on cardiac muscle, the more force of contraction is produced under certain limits."

Under certain limits, where actin and myosin cannot slide with each other anymore...

Under the title of volume overload.

Under katil kau ada momok?

Lewat dah. Habislah esok pagi mengantuk seksa nak bangun. Good night.

p/s: Sia songs.

I Palpated as Many as I Could

Three weeks there, I still did not find any reason to quit Medicine. Although I almost did when I failed to list out all groups of breast carcinoma T4 stage, I still think I want to do this. But lately, couple of days upon arriving Cairo, I doubt if I can be a doctor. I guess it was just part of adaptation from summer vacation mood to going back to Kasr al-Ainy Hospital.  

Breast Carcinoma T4 stage:

•      T4a – The tumour has spread into the chest wall
•      T4b – The tumour has spread into the skin and the breast may be swollen
•      T4c – The tumour has spread to both the skin and the chest wall
•      T4d – Inflammatory carcinoma – this is a cancer in which the overlying skin is red, swollen and painful to the touch

I was not alone during the posting. I met new friends. I met female students but they were in other departments. So, most of the time, I hung with three gentlemen as there was no other lady doing General Surgery elective posting. The last female student studying in Czech Republic we met had her last day on my first day there. Then, another male, a junior from Alexandria University came during my second or third week.

That makes one girl and four boys.

Anyways, I could bear with all the medical questions and criticisms from Medical Officers (MO). But this,

“Awak dah ada boyfriend?” asked Dr. M, the MO with pleasant aura as she ended her advice about when to get married.

“Kena cari dari sekarang.”

I felt like, not only did I failed in cancer staging, I failed in life. That is ridiculous. The equation does not work that way. Somehow, looking at my situation and awkwardness, I hate talking about this topic. Not the right time.

p/s: Each individual has their own plan.