Someone requested me to promote this programme on my blog. But taking it personally, I think it’s a pleasure to help spreading the words here… So here goes!!!
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So guys, what are we waiting for…. Let’s IMAM our way through!!!
Before going on any further, I’d like to stress out here that the title has nothing to do with what I’m going to write.
Do you guys smoke? Have you ever smoked before? I don’t smoke but I’ve tried it less than 5 times as far as I can remember. When I was a kid, I always thought that man and cigarettes are like brothers. They need each other. It’s also very cool to walk while puffing away on a cigar. But that’s history. Now, I can’t even get near smokers. The smell of it makes me want to puke my brain out.
In my family 3 of my siblings smoke regularly. I will usually shout at them if they do that near me. These are the reasons why I hate smoking:
1. MONEY. I don’t want to waste my money.
2. It stinks.
3. It makes one look like a prostitute/pimp (no offense, that’s just what I think but I’m not pointing my fingers at anyone. Totally my imagination).
4. Bad breathe.
5. It’s a risk factor of most of the LETHAL diseases.
6. Tar staining of the fingers. I love my fingers and I like it the way it is.
7. It makes people around you at risk of becoming secondary smokers. I love the people around me and I don’t want them to suffer. I believe in KARMA. If you do it to others, you’ll also get it later on in your life. Allah almighty is JUST and WISE.
But on top of ALL that, the real reason why I avoid smoking is because most of the ustazs said it’s HARAM to smoke. I’m not going to argue if whether it’s HARAM or makruh, but I believe it’s HARAM. So guys, love yourself, love everyone around you, love the environment and put an end to this SUFFERING!!!
ps: Berapa banyaklah dosa orang yang cipta rokok ni ek? Dah berkurun dia berdosa…. Hopefully dia sempat tobat!!!
Asrih: Hello. Semekom.
Amarah: Kumsalam. Abg, cuba ko telefon hampon mama.
Asrih: Kenapa?
Amarah: Tolonglah.. Please.. Please… Please.. Itu budak2 bah suka pake’ (pakai) hampon mama.
Asrih: Nantilah
Amarah: Tolonglah.. Please.. Please… Please… Kau dimana itu abg?
Asrih: Hospital. Suntik buntut orang nakal. Kau nakal ka?
Amarah: Tidak. Aku cantik (x ada kaitan). Dulu aku muntah2 aku pigi hospital.
Asrih: Lepas tuh dia kasi kau apa?
Amarah: Metamin. Kau sama siapa situ?
Asrih: Kawan abg.
Amarah: Cuba kau cakap sama kawanmu ” Tolonglah.. Please.. Please… Please..”
Asrih: Kenapa?
Amarah: Cepatlah.. cakap sama dia ” Tolonglah.. Please.. Please… Please..”
Asrih: Ok. Nanti abg cakap sama dia.
Amarah: Sudahlah aku cakap sama kau.
*lantas menghempas telefon*
Imagine, when we’re just kids, we always have someone comforting us everytime we feel down. Even at this age, I still need my parents’ shoulders to cry on. I know that someone will always be there to hug me when ever I feel lonely or when I think the world is against me.
But, there are people out there who haven’t got the chance to meet their parents. If they’re lucky enough, they might have met one of them. IF they are lucky. They grow up with so many obstacles and hardship alone. No one stands next to them to support them. NO ONE. I can’t imagine surviving a life like that. BUT THEY SURVIVED!!! Why? Because they’re not ordinary. Each one of them are the chosen ones. God knows they’re strong.
Orphans are lovely kids. I know. I’ve seen a lot of them. They are really independent but most importantly, they love their parents whole-heartedly even if they know it’s impossible to see them now and forever. How can you love someone you’ve never met? That’s the blessing bestowed only upon orphans.
Us, the slightly lucky ones, should really help these wonderful kids. They need us.
(I have to stop writing because my eyes is starting to ……)
It’d be great if I could perform like this…. hihih
I came across this song while looking for a ‘Luna Maya’ video. Just a quick introduction, the singer is one of the most popular tv presenter in Indonesia. The title of the song is “Hancur Hatiku” which is the main lyrics in this song. Hahahahah funny song but at the same time catchy!!!
Maybe because I’m not really active lately with the ’student programmes’ here in Ireland that I find it very hard to get a topic to write about. No inspiration at all. Maybe it’s time to get active again.
Anyway, I’ve been feeling a bit weird these last couple of days. Nausea and vomiting. The typical thing that Malaysian would think about after nausea and vomiting is none other than ‘PREGNANT’. I’m very sure I’m not pregnant. What could it be? Mystery I’ve yet to solve.
I am also wondering, my previously buried blog has less viewer but more commenter. This new blog has more viewer but less commenter. Puzzled again. Why? Tell me beautiful sky? Or maybe the rainbow would like rain me with your colours?
As unpredictable as the weather in Dublin, my mood is also getting more unpredictable. What determines the unpredictability of one’s mood? I blame the environment for that. Don’t be angry my Environment. I’ll pray to Allah swt for sun and light to shine your gloomy life.
(why is this post sounding weird?)
Pure weirdness. Once in a blue moon. My tummy is singing. I can hear the seductive voice of my kitchen. She’s showing me the shirtless chicken and rice. She wants me to taste the tasty foods. I will grant your wishes miss kitchen. Here I come.
Life’s pretty stressful lately (always)…. So here’s a teaspoon of steroid!!
Elephant Love
A Kerryman visited his psychiatrist and said, ‘Look Doc, I’ve got two questions to ask you’.
‘Right’, said the psychiatrist, ‘ask me the first question’.
‘Doc’, said the Kerryman, ‘could I possibly be in love with an elephant’. ‘Of course not’, said the psychiatrist, ‘what’s your other question?’
‘Do you know of anybody who wants to buy a very large engagement ring?’
‘How’s your son Michael?’ asked widow McHugh.
‘He’s at university, taking Medicine,’ said Mrs Murphy proudly.
‘And is it doing him any good?’ said the widow.
So Molloy rang up the police station and inquired: ‘I believe you’ve caught the burglar who broke into our house last night?’
‘Indeed we have,’ said the desk sergeant.
‘Well,’ said Molloy, ‘could you ask him how he got in without waking the wife?’
Idly the American tourist watched the Cork man dig and turn over the soil. Eventually he called:
‘Hey, buddy, what’s that you’re doing?’
‘I’m digging potatoes, sor.’
‘Potatoes? Those small things? You call them potatoes? Back home in Iowa we have potatoes ten times that size!’
‘Yes, sor. But you see. We only grow them to fit our mouths!’
Since my first year in Ireland, I visited quite a lot of friends in and outside Ireland apart from entertaining quite a number of visitors. I like visitors regardless of whether I know them or not. Most of my visitors are actually my housemates’ friends.
When people choose to stay with us, they’ve thought about it for so long. That’s what I usually do and I think most of us will do the same thing. We weigh the good and the bad thing and finally we make decisions. We’d usually choose a place that we are more comfortable and we know the owner quite well.
Enough with that. Let’s focus on the question. I believe the reason why we pay someone a visit apart from having a free accommodation while traveling is to strengthen the bond between us. Seriously, I really feel appreciated when people come to my house and at the other extreme, I hate it if my friends especially those I’m really close with don’t even tell me when they’re actually NEXT DOOR. So, to my dearest friends, if you ever come to Dublin or Keningau, without telling me, you better pray hard not to bump into me or I will surely hate you for life.
As a person living in a big house with housemates, I think it’s crucial to inform them if you’re going to have visitors or guests. Why? Seriously I hate waking up in the morning finding that a stranger is lying on the couch sleeping. This is a common sense. If one share a house, any decision involving the whole house is also shared.
These are some of my lovely visitors:
Ini bukanlah isu baru. Namun, saya terkesan mendengar orang memperkatakan tentang penyanyi kumpulan nasyid saujana yang mengikuti audisi OIAM. Dia dikritik dengan begitu mendalam sekali tanpa belas kasihan. Saya cukup terkjeut dengan perubahan beliau, namun tidak sepatutnyalah orang2 mempersendakan keadaan beliau.
No matter what, he is still human. That’s the way he is. It’s not something that you get in a blink of an eye. Cukup2lah mempersendakan orang lain. Bukannya kau tu bagus sangat.
Dr. Izu – OIAM
Ini aku rasa agak keterlaluan. Bukankah salah seorang yang dalam video ini juga seorang penyanyi nasyid?
I have 2 pens. 2 very special ones.
Pen 1
Given by the intern who is responsible to bring us around the wards yesterday morning after the Rheumatology Conference. It’s special because it will always remind me of my first rotation. It’s not an exclusive pen but brings a sweet memory. Thanks Dr. Gavin.
Pen 2
Given by a close friend of mine on my birthday. It’s really exclusive with my name printed on it. It makes me sad even looking at the pen thinking how superb that friend is. Thanks so much for everything. I will contact you soon InshaAllah. 
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