The end of a long weekend is unfortunately here. Like a happy pill (as Seowie put it), it gets digested in the tummy, but eventually will have to come out through the back door, to put it bluntly. And when you've got to get up for early morning tutorials the next day, it becomes more like a nasty diarrhoea complete with flatulence.

But on to better things about the weekend! Three good friends of mine crashed at my place, and they literally did crash the room, turning it upside down with somwangs, coke cans, ciggies, and toenails (I happen to have a nailclipper) all over the place. Not to mention that two of them just came back from a 15-day backpacking trip around Europe, and so kindly providing us with the perfume of life. We haven't seen each other in awhile and they are flying off home soon, so despite all that, you could still feel the love in the air...

Yes, people, there's absolutely nothing wrong with males loving each other in a completely non-sexual manner.


And our chef has struck again! She whipped up a small feast (chicken in green curry, steamed eggs, and some delicious veggie) (with assistance from her humble helpers, of course) for two friends of ours who live nearby. For some reason, we took out our PS2 dancemats and started dancing after dinner. And in typical Dunkirk style, things became competitive after a few songs, and we stopped after everyone kind of agreed that there's no point in losing the ability to walk to hospital the next day (leg cramps was a cardinal sign). It was definitely good exercise, though.


The machas battling it out very calmly... (before things got serious)







Also, our artist has begun teaching Seowie how to play Guitar Hero. You could tell that she was addicted to it, from the huge transformation in her eyes (haha sorry Seowie...). Give it a few weeks, and she'll be headbanging around the house. All part of our masterplan to turn her into one of the boys, hohohohoho...

But then again, to think that me and Kamal hardly ever touch Pro-Evo these days, plus the neat living room, you've got to wonder whether she's the one converting us... (.........)

Ahh, reminiscing happy days of Pro-Evo with Keat and Byn...


Yes, that is pretty much our bank holiday weekend. Hope they've got more lined up for us (yeah I wish). Till then, mueskueskues....

it's the bank holiday weekend at 6 highfield!
it's amazing how the prospect of having a 3 days weekend can do to your mental health. Instant happy pill:D

I had a girlie friend sleeping over yesterday night. It's nice to have the extra oestrogen around the house. And even more interesting to see the effect of the extra oestrogen on the boys,hehe. Whenever my girlies are around, the boys are very well behaved. Firstly, they willingly give up the coveted comfy sofa seats. I also noticed how readily they hand us the remote control and passively watch the girlie shows of our choice. And how they actually volunteer to wash my friends' plates AND mine as well after a meal:D Not to mention how reflexively fast they scuttle towards the sink to hand me their plates when i am washing up for my friends, hmph. hehe, trivial observations they may be for now...but with deeper insights into them, they may prove to be a very, very powerful survival tool for a gurl to have around here, muahahaha

anyhoos, thanks to the prospect of the long weekend, i was able to give my novel my fullest attention and finished reading it. heh, all 900 pages of it:D Aizad accomplished something wonderful as well, he finished his role-play ps2 game, yayy! hehe, more chance to watch weekend tv with my breakfast...for now:D kamal achieved an even nobler task..he cleaned up his room and ALSO vacuumed the living room!

ahhhhhh the undeniable positive energy that can be derived from a long weekend....ommmmm

hehe, but i guess the positive energy sort of sizzled out by evening, when all 3 of us were BORED but too lazy to do something about it:D
well, hopefully, we will be able to entertain ourselves better tomorrow...

ommmmmmmmmmmmm :D

[Warning: this is an invasion of privacy, the living room and the entire area confined by the walls and fences of 6 Highfield as a whole]

I am trully mad, disappointed and saddened by the fact that this blog came into existence without me being the first few people to know about it. I am after all, the ex-housemate, who, as I quote Aizad "was always there for us during difficult times and...". And my contributions to the house among others include putting out fire in the kitchen in a jiffy, sweep the kitchen clean of left over food (including the ones in the fridge, pots, wok, etc), burn PS2 games for the boys, ensure that the PS2 is in good working condition by doing regular 'test drives' using PES, switch off lights at night, provide internet and music in the living room and keep both housemates awake by entering their rooms on an hourly basis.

And if those are still not enough, I also claim 1/3 of the credit for the foundation of our infamous Vicious Cycle, a technique often used to avoid participation in regular parties around Nottingham, particularly those that demands a significant amount of tik toks and kachings. Yeap, that should entitle me to write at least this post at this blog.

I'm not gonna bore you with my story, of how I am now in Malaysia and about to pursue my engineering career with a more than average starting salary at a company once known as Standard Oil then SO then ESSO then EXXON now EXXONMOBIL commencing September. Or even telling you how I've spent my last two weeks of doing nuthing, except eating very-much-missed Malaysian food like pulut kuning, nasi ayam, nasi dagang, nasi minyak, sate, ketupat, telur penyu, cendol, abc, air tebu, lemang, Mc D, Pizza Hut, cempedak, tembikai, durian, duku, pulasan, rojak, laksa, taufu fa, etc.

I just want one short post to say that despite all of that, I wish I'm still at 6 Highfield, in either one of my rooms, with all of my ex-housemates =)

bYn
the ex-housemate

here it is, my first contribution to the house blog. man, can my housemates write! seriously what a girl got to do to stand out from these talented martians...i don't think i am capable of writing entertaining farn-ney-har-har posts but i guess i can provide the triple PMSs -pre- present- and post- menstrual ramblings here just to keep the hormonal imbalance in check:D

i had a day off today but u know the saying that the more u plan, the more u won't stick by it?
i had great ambitions for the day off i took today...made solemn promises to myself that i will justify the time off i took; either by catching up on my endless mundane self-housekeeping chores or just to catch up on the pile of reading work waiting for me to start...but in actual fact if my conscience would let me, i could even use a split toenail to try convince myself not to wake up 7 in the morning to travel an hour away in the name of education...

anyhoos, i did neither, instead i immersed myself into the new book i got from Amazon, for only $0.01 and $2.70 if plus delivery (hehe i m such a sucker for cheap deals)...it's called Doctors by Erich Seagal, it's sooo good that i fell asleep reading it yesterday and stayed in bed till 2 in the afternoon today with it * blush blush*

ahh it has been a while since i have indulged myself in such luxury and it feels damn good...the book's like reading the Gray's Anatomy ( i meant the tv series, not the textbook,duh)except that in your head Mc.Dreamy can look like Mc Dreamy plus Mc. Steamy plus Brad Pitt all roll into one...

okies, i guess that's all i have to write for my first rambling on this blog, wana get back to my book:D i am one of those kind who will have to put her life into halt-mode just to finish a good book...it's bad i know, but habits die hard...and housemates, i m SURE u guys will understand why we might have to have instant noodles for dinner tonight,hehe

wish it could be more substantial but then i feel that i am under pressure from my housemates to put something up so that we can officially launch the house blog now that all 3 of us has a contributory post of some sort:D

yayy...hip hip hooray!!!

aizad and kamal: ...

Welcome, welcome to our humble virtual abode where we're supposedly going to rant, ramble, complain, and basically try to make our boring lives more interesting.

Before we move on, let us pay tribute to our ex-housemate who's moved on to a better world...

...back home in Kemaman, Ganu Kito. He was a great comrade, always there for us during difficult times and good food, more of the latter obviously. May he reach great heights in his engineering career and other things in life.

The new entry to the house? Enter the housemaid, chef, cleaner, and slavedriver!

Smart, efficient, and always on top of things, she amazingly transformed our disgustingly repulsive male-friendly toilet into a 3-star WC, complete with mats. Needless to say, she immediately assumed her role as the head chef in the kitchen, cooking us health non-carcinogenic food every other day. Like all good things, it doesn't come without a price, so our AF-class artist became her obedient assistant while endlessly washing dishes became my routine.

And there's the artist, who sings, writes and plays songs on his guitar. And when he's not, he's either a) studying, b) watching youtube.com, c) chatting on msn, or d) all of the above. An internet maestro, he's also admired for having one of the most cluttered rooms in Nottinghamshire. (hahaha sori mal..)


Ahhh, yes, the artist looking out for snooping paparazzis...

And not forgetting me, me, me. Known as nasubi, I again wash dishes everyday, and take out the trash every weekend. I love to sleep and sleep. People have desperately been trying to teach me how to draw lines but I'm still blur at it.

Me on a good day...






Yes, yes, that quite sums up our household at the moment. As I'm falling asleep, I'll sign off for now, with the hope that me or my housemates will update this blog with more interesting things in the future. Till then, mueskueskues...

Me: okay, okay, stay cool, whatever you do, don't pour water over-
Seowie: shit shit shit! *turns off stove*
Kamal: amik fire blanket cepat-
Seowie: shit shit shit! there's still fire under the blanket!
Me: ..... tuh fire extinguisher tuh!
Seowie: shit shit shit! oh my god...
Kamal: shit camne nak gune nih?!
Me: ehhh tak kuar ape2 pon?!
Seowie: shit shit shit! (in the background)
Kamal: safety pin tuh!
*pwwiissshhhhhhhhh*
Me, Kamal & Seowie: ..............

And that was our first housemate bonding session.

Just when you start to get the confidence back, someone takes it back from you. Yeah that's my life story. It has happened to me so many times before, i can't even keep track anymore. It started out as a very nice day actually, i went to community clinic, my second visit to be precise, and i had a wonderful time there. This was mainly because i had a great Spr in clinic with me teaching me lots of stuff also. Since 3 of her patients DNAed, we had nearly 1 and half hours to kill.

She suggested that i present to her some cases that i might have encountered during my tenure in Paediatrics, and she really liked my style. It was good fun and just coming from a successful "survival mission" during OSLER teaching the day before with the infamous Dr. Perigi, i was gaining confidence tremendously.

" I could get used to this...maybe I'm starting to find my groove..."

Came back home from clinic, had lunch, slept for a bit. Then i went back to QMC for my oncall session, brimming with motivation and energy.

"Here I go..." I said.

Went there, clerked a patient, a surgical patient. Let me remind you that i'm doing a medical oncall session. Then the SHO showed up, form his facial expression and his mannerisms, i kinda suspected that something was going to go wrong. We went into an examination room and i started presenting to him. Half way thru, he snatched my notes away from me.......( shriek@!#&) Dejavu?

"Noooooooo!!!!!...No God, not agaiiiin" I screamed in horror but no one could here me.

" We, surgeons are very simple people....U shuld go straight to the point, and u shuld be able to remember things without reading the notes," He said.

"Its all coming back to me...Its all coming baaackk," I sang in my heard to the tune of celine dion's famous ballad.

Why did it happen again to me again? Is is just the surgeons? Do they have a different way of doing things? Hahahaha...

Well, I admit, I'm just being whiny(coz of it happening to me twice in a short span) but I do appreciate his comments and he did gave positive remarks bout my history. what doesn't kill you will make you stronger right? Learn from your mistakes kan? kan? I hope so. Why am i contradicting myself, half of my post sound like im pissed of with the guy for snatching my notes away halfway thru my presentation and now, total opposite. Im not making sense, Argh, its 12 am maybe that's why.

In a nutshell kids. It's all part of life. Sometimes its nice to hear good things bout you. But sometimes its better to just take in criticism and learn from...Amin... Pandaaaii Kamal, dah besaarrr pemikiran dierrr...alhamdulillah...Maka dengan itu saya akhiri post saya...Asalamualaikum....

Kamal
(Ahmad "bukan kemal" Azri)

Today is the day we start blogging, not burning out this time.