World's Top 200 Universities

Recently, the Times have published world's top 200 universities...

Here are some universities that I would like to highlight

1- Harvard University (US) - 10oo points
2- California University Berkeley (US) - 880.2 points
3- Massachusetts Institute of Technology (US) - 788.9 points
5- Oxford University (UK) - 731.8 points (1st in Europe)
6- Cambridge University (UK) - 725.4 points
12- Tokyo University (Japan) - 482.0 points (1st in Asia)
14- Imperial College London (UK) - 443.7 points
16- Australia National University - 417.7 points (1st in Australia)
18- National University of Singapore - 385.9 points (1st in ASEAN)
22- Melbourne University - 353.2 points
31- Michigan University - 293.3 points
33- Monash University - 286.0 points
34- University College London - 284.2 points
43- Manchester University and Umist - 238.5 points
48- Edinburgh University - 227.6 points
55- RMIT University (Australia) - 203.9 points
56- Adelaide University (Australia) - 202.7 points
67- Auckland University (NZ) - 183.5 points (1st in New Zealand)
87- Trinity College Dublin (Ireland) - 167.0 points
89- Malaya University - 166.4 points (1st in Malaysia)
91- Bristol University (UK) - 165.9 points
111- Sains Malaysia University - 149.6 points
114- Otago University (NZ) - 145.9 points
150- Sheffield University (UK) - 126.9 points
151- Liverpool University (UK) - 126.8 points
185- Queen's University Belfast (UK) - 110.3 points
195- Aberdeen University (UK) - 105.7 points

For full list, visit here

reading through all the list, I have found that several popular universities are missing such as RCSI and University al-Azhar. This list might be quite biased and we ought to remember that the list only give the overall performance of the university rather than for specific course such as medicine.

Melbourne University is 22nd in the list yet it is only 2nd in Australia. In comparison with Malaysian Universities, only two are listed which are UM and USM. One year as a medical student in Melbourne University have gave me the overall view of my university. For medicine, the competition are tough indeed since only the best students in Australia can apply for a place in medicine.

If I were to speak to local that I'm doing medicine in Melbourne University, they will be astonished and asked me whether I got 99 points. They are actually referring to the local students who need to get at least 99 out of 100 points in the Australian examination ( I think it is called UMAT ). It is true that the local need to get at least 99 points out of 100 in order to be considered a place here in Melbourne Uni yet the competition is still high.

That is why it is a bit stressful to study medicine here at Melbourne University. Anyway, I am grateful still to get a place in medicine.

Going out

I am going to start my work tomorrow morning. Fruit picking it will be, how long it is going to be, I am not in the position to give you the answer.

Thus, this blog is going to be 'empty' till further notice. Hopefully, I can update it sometime in the future or over the weekend. By the way, please enjoy the new refreshing look of my blog. Give comments so that I can improve later in the future.

Signing off...

new template...new look...

assalamualaikum,

at last, after days of strenuous effort...the new template that I designed on my own for the second time is finally here. The previous green-looking template is also designed by me.

To arrive at this template, it requires me to learn more on html, Cascading style sheet (CSS) and a little bit on javascript. For me who never learn this as part of my formal education, it was quite an achievement to see. Struggling at first to comprehend the logic behind html, CSS and javascript, but as I endure all those hardship....at last, I managed to conquer all those knowledge.

With every change, there is always problem to arise and for that, I would like to enquire lots and lots of comment on this new look of my blog. I am not sure whether the new template is compatible with Mac or not as I wrote the script based on MSIE6 using PC.

New Feature

1. The colour. Now I used light blue (C8D3FD) as my background colour. Hopefully this does not caused much trouble to your eyesight ;)

2. Picture. Previously, I don't used lot of images but with this new template, I used lots of image thus it may takes some time before you could see all the new features here at the blog. The most striking picture is the picture of the waves hitting the rock which was taken from Aliya's fotopage. If you click at it will bring you to her fotopage and if you click at it will bring you to my blog profile. Those pictures has been edited using Adobe Photoshop.

3. Song. I add a song to this template. Give comments whether you like it or not.

4. Calendar. This one tax me lot of time indeed as I need to refine my skills in Javascript.

5. World local time. The script for this I took from one website. It is based on GMT and at first, I would like to include Belfast or Dublin, but I guess GMT is already enough for that. I am not sure whether the time for Michigan is correct or not due to the daylight saving time. Could anyone verify for this?

6. The animation on the post title. This one is inspired from Intan's blog. I quickly learned the trick behind this and put it into my new template.

Hopefully, you can give comments on my new template since I am still new in this blog world :D.

Thanks...

BBQ raya...

"terima kasih kepada semua orang yang memasak...seperti 'kuih' kacang, Oops, kuah kacang..."

That quote I got from Mr. A who mentioned confidently 'kuih kacang' instead of kuah kacang today. Today, we had BBQ raya for all of us (although not all are coming actually), for the 'senior' to meet the 'junior'.

I only helped a little in those BBQ. My role was to cook all the stuff that has been prepared by the girls. After finishing all the cooking, we ate together with the juniors and while eating, Azni told us her secret recipe to make 'kuah kacang'. Secret indeed that I almost astonished to learn her secret ingredient. Never I heard before for someone to use that secret ingredient for cooking. You ask me the ingredient? I can't tell you that because it is confidential and hey, doesn't I wrote it as a secret :D

By the way, her 'kuah kacang' was delicious and hmm, perhaps I need to test her secret recipe in the future. Who knows...

for full credit, please see Aliya's blog

Back at home, after my fundus has distended (I learned this phrase from someone, who is it..well, I won't tell you)...i'm back at my laptop to add additional features on my new template...

The progress of my ne w template has been smooth till now...perhaps I'm going to publish it somewhere near in the future.

Please wait for my new unpublished template... patience is a virtue :)

the stranger...

I picked this up from someone's blog and the blog author mention that this comes from an award-wining story written by a Muslim brother, for a nationwide essay competition in Canada. The blog author said that he/she take it from bicaramuslim.com . There is something good in this story. Read and comprehend it :)

STRANGER IN THE DARK

A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bilal, five years my senior, was my example. Fatimah, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play big brother and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors - Mom taught me to love the word of Allah, and Dad taught me to obey it.

But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I listened. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bilal, and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places, go to her room, and read her Quran and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them.

Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house-not for some of us, from our friends,or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that turned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home, as good Muslims should. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that the stranger influenced my early concepts of the man-woman relationship.

As I look back, I believe it was the grace of Allah that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents.

Yet, he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Wangee Road. He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name you ask?

We called him TV.

new template in progress...

I am designing another template to replace this green-looking template....

This time, I choose the colour of light blue and use few images. One of the images I took from my friend's fotopages since the picture is quite nice and beautiful (credit to the owner).

Hopefully, I will sort out few problems with the template by this weekend...

the future to come....

I have read the post of a good friend of mine at his blog, regarding the future of medical profession at Malaysia and in general, in the whole world.

He mentioned on the comparison between doctor's salary around the world and the future of Malaysian doctors have if they were to work in government sector. The truth is that in Malaysia, there are not enough doctor around and most of the senior doctors are already working in the luxurious private sector.

So, that left the junior doctors in which they are still lacking in expertise and experience, to handle the vast number of patients at the government hospital. This scenario are common in developing countries around the globe and in the case of Malaysia, it is quite worse indeed. Fresh doctors that have graduated from either the local or oversea universities are told to work as much on-call as they can yet the payment are not worth it. That is what have happened in the past and this are not going to change much in the future. That is my future that I can predict for now.

That made me contemplate back on my purpose to pursue my future career in this medical field. Why do you want to be a doctor? This question is one famous question that most medical students were asked during the interview. I have been asked this question when I am applying for medicine by JPA officer and I still remember my answer till now.

If you were to seek wealth in medicine, yes you can but to tell the truth, it is rather difficult if you were on government scholarship but if you were to seek in helping the society, the possibilities are endless.

That post made me deep in contemplation again. For every person that choose medicine as their future career, the journey are full with thorns, challenges, stress, internal and external conflicts, depression, hopelessness etc. Despite that, these people who had chosen medicine as their career are expected to be good doctor. Some definitions of a good doctor is that the doctor must always give hope to patient regarding their illnesses and always be an optimistic person.

Is that possible? For doctors that facing with hopelessness in themselves to give hope to other people...

The journey is long and some have failed miserably yet some have conquered this journey with success. When the going is tough, the tough gets going. To which of those categories I do belong, I am still searching for an answer...

talking with the angel

This is the tale of an Average Man,
Who acts contrary to Allah's plan.
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.

'Twas early in the morning at four.
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.
"Who is there?" the sleeping one cried.
"I'm Izrael, let me inside."

At once the man began to shiver,
As one sweating, in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
"Don't let him take away my life."

"Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone, I'm not ready yet.
My family on me, depend,
Give me a chance, O please, I'll repent!"

The Angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I'll take you life without a pain,
'Tis you soul that Allah require,
I come not with my own desire."

Bewildered, the man began to cry,
"O Angel! I'm so afraid to die!
I'll give you gold, and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave."

"Let me in, O friend!" the Angel said,
"Open the door, get up from you bed.
If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a jinn."

The man held a gun in his right hand,
Ready to defy the Angel's stand,
"I'll point my gun, towards your head.
You dare come in, I'll shoot you dead."

By now, the Angel was in the room,
Saying, "O Friend! Prepare for your doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die,
Put down your gun, and do not sigh."

"Why are you afraid? Tell me O man,
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come, smile at me, and do not be grim,
Be happy to return to Him."

"O Angel! I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to take Allah's name,
From morn till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my health."

"Allah's command's I never obeyed
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went
But no time had I to repent."

"The Hajj was already Fard on me
But I would not part with my money,
All charities I did ignore
Taking usury more and more."

"Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine
With flirting women I sat to dine.
O Angel! I appeal to you
Spare my life for a year or two."

"The Laws of Quran I will obey,
I'll begin Salah, this very day.
My fast and Hajj, I will complete,
And keep away from self conceit."

"I will refrain from usury,
And give all my wealth to charity,
Wine and wenches, I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest."

"We Angels do what Allah demands,
We can not go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son."

"I'm afraid, this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past.
I do understand your fears,
But it is now too late for tears."

"You lived in this world, two score or more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away."

"Your two ill-gotten, female offspring's,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
You have made your children non Muslims."

"You ignored the Muezzin's Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Qur'an.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing strife."

"From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
Money-making was your pleasure."

"You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby be safe."

"O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, 'tis true."

"Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly, you will dwell in hell.
There's no time to repent,
I'll take your soul, for which I'm sent."

The ending, however, is very sad.
Eventually, the man became mad.
With a cry, he jumped out of bed.
And suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader! Take a moral from here,
Never know, your end may be near.
Change you living and make amends,
For heaven, on your deeds depends!

G.H.E. Vanker

future predictions...

2004

Raya tahun ini selepas berakhirnya peperiksaan semester 2...Tahun ini genap usia aku 21 tahun dan ini merupakan tahun pertama aku bergelar pelajar perubatan di Universiti Melbourne...

Tahun ini, dua orang adikku menduduki peperiksaan yang amat penting... adikku yang bernama Syafiq menduduki peperiksaan SPM dan adikku yang bernama Aiman menduduki peperiksaan PMR, kedua-dua orang adikku ini telah lama aku bantu dan didik kerna mereka sebenarnya tidaklah minat akan pelajaran namun mereka minat akan bab-bab berkaitan mesin, elektronik dan teknikal...nampaknya di bidang itulah akan kecenderungan mereka...

Tahun ini juga merupakan tahun pertama aku beraya di perantauan tanpa keluarga di sisi...sedih? rindu? aku tidak langsung berasa sedemikian...malah aku berasa sangat gembira dapat beraya dalam sudut berbeza yang sebelumnya tidak pernah kukecapi selama ini...

2005

raya pada tahun ini sebelum menjelangnya peperiksaan semester 4...aku tidak dapat beraya dengan sepenuh hati untuk menumpukan sepenuh perhatian terhadap peperiksaan yang menjelang...Tahun ini, adik aku yang bongsu, Syafiya Husna mencecah usia 4 tahun dan kakaknya, Rafhana Husna berusia 5 tahun...keduanya-duanya aku jangka sudah petah bercakap kerna kali terakhir aku jumpa sebelum aku berangkat ke Melbourne, mereka masih belum mampu untuk bertutur dengan betul...

2006

Raya pada tahun ini seperti pada tahun lepas...cuma aku sibuk dengan penyelidikan Advance Medical Science yang telah pun bermula...pada tahun ini, merupakan tahun ketiga aku bergelar pelajar perubatan di Melbourne...sudah banyak aku pelajari setakat ini mengenai bidang perubatan...lupa untuk aku khabarkan, andainya aku berjaya menyiapkan projek penyelidikanku ini pada tahun hadapan, aku akan menerima segulung ijazah, Bachelor of Medical Science...

pada tahun ini juga, rakan seperjuanganku di Monash University akan pergi ke hospital for clinical years...Melboune Uni? lambat setahun...

pada tahun ini juga, rakanku di UK yang mengambil kursus perakaunan dan kejuruteraan telah pun graduate...mereka sudah mula pulang ke tanah air untuk berkhidmat semula selepas 3 tahun berhempas-pulas menuntut ilmu di UK...aku dan rakan-rakan lain yang mengambil kursus perubatan masih lagi bersengkang mata dan berhempas-pulas untuk belajar...apakan daya, inilah cabaran untuk menjadi seorang doktor...

2007

pada tahun ini, raya pada bulan Oktober, di penghujung musim bunga dan di permulaan musim panas...pada tahun ini, aku telah pun memulakan my clinical years....hidupku kini telah berada di suatu tahap yang lain..andainya dulu aku belajar di universiti dan pergi ke kuliah tiap-tiap hari, kini kehidupanku banyak berkisar di hospital...aku dapat melihat serba-sedikit akan kehidupanku pada masa depan...

pada tahun ini, ada beberapa dari sahabatku telah melangsungkan perkahwinan dan ada yang telah pun mempunyai anak...Ah! Sungguh bahagia aku lihat akan mereka itu...aku sendiri masih berjuang untuk mendapatkan segulung lagi ijazah, Bachelor of Medicine & Bachelor of Surgery (MBBS)...

2008

rakan-rakanku di UK dan Ireland yang mengambil kursus perubatan telah pun graduate pada pertengahan tahun ini dan rakan-rakan seperjuanganku di Monash University akan graduate pada akhir tahun ini...

raya pada tahun ini kukira tidaklah semeriah seperti dahulu kerna ramai sudah rakanku yang kukenal selama ini telah pulang ke tanah air for good...aku dan rakan-rakanku di Melbourne University masih lagi berjuang sedangkan orang lain telah pun mula bekerja...sedih dan pilu....

2009

raya tahun ini kukira aku harus sambut dengan meriah sekali...pertama, ini adalah raya terakhirku di perantauan orang dan raya pada tahun ini di antara musim salju dan musim bunga...kedua, raya tahun ini adalah kemuncak perjuanganku di bumi Melbourne ini...

pada tahun ini, kiranya Allah mengizinkan, the pioneer batch of medic student from KMB at Melbourne University will graduate at the end of this year...telah banyak pahit maung dan ranjau-ranjau 20 orang pelajar ini tempuhi demi mendapatkan gelaran Dr.

pada tahun ini, adik bongsu aku, Syafiya Husna telah pun berusia 8 tahun dan kakaknya, Rafhana Husna telah pun berusia 9 tahun....kerna apa aku menyebut nama mereka pada saat ini, Syafiya dilahirkan 3 hari selepas aku mendaftarkan diri di Kolej Mara Banting dan dia merupakan penanda usia dan usahaku dalam mencari pengalaman dan pengetahuan di dalam bidang perubatan ini...Rafhana dilahirkan ketika aku sibuk menduduki SPM pada tahun 2000 dahulu...

tahun ini, usiaku mencecah 26 tahun..sudah tua rupanya aku...apakah yang akan terjadi selepas ini...wallahuallam...

p/s : this is only my future prediction and future planner so that I can have good overview of the future to come...this predictions will only be true if God will and only if I am alive till those moments and if I manage to at least, pass every semester exam without any difficulties...

manusia hanya mampu merancang, namun Allah jualah yang menentukannya...

Wallahuallam...

bachelor of....

assalamualaikum....

I have been thinking lately...calculating on the basis that I have at least 3 month of holiday per year (one month in January, one month for winter holiday and another month for summer in December), and multiplied it by 6 years....so roughly I have at minimum about 18 months of holiday before I'm going to be a doctor...

18 months...that is such a long time...some people even can get another degree within a year and to fill 18 months without doing anything useful, that is such horrible thing to do....I won't get another 18 months holiday ever in the future to come...

so, I ought to plan very carefully to fill this long-long holiday...I must utilize it to enrich my experience here at Melbourne and if I fill those 'free' time with true holiday as some does it, then I will get the Bachelor of Holiday at the end of my final year, but if I fill those time comprehending more on Islam and learning more on Arabic, then I might get the Bachelor of Arabic Communication later...and if I utilize those time to practice as much as I could as an excellent Muslim, then probably I would get the Bachelor of Muslim (Individual Category), and if I fill with....

well, hopefully it is clear to you by now that there are many the so-called 'bachelor' that I can get by the end of my final year as a medical student....I might even get the real title "Bachelor" by my 6th year, who knows ;)

thus, I must plan from now....plan it must be so that I won't be regretting later in the future on how I waste my youth with useless activity during this my long holiday...

Bachelor of Surgery & Bachelor of Medicine (MBBS) and Bachelor of Medical Science await for me by the end of 6 years here at Melbourne...but I ought to work harder for another Bachelor for this 18 months of holiday...

with that as a notion, I'm writing off....now, let get 'real' thinking now...think, think....deep in contemplation...to be continued...

ONE down... FIVE more to go...

stunned reader : WHAT? aren't today is your last paper?..since when you have 6 papers for this semester exam???...

me : Yeah...true is that today is my last paper for this semester and it is the real truth that I have only 4 papers plus 1 interview for this stressful, depressing, discouraging, nightmare-ish (dan perkataan-perkataan yg sewaktu dengannya) examination...I wrote none beside the truth and the real facts...hehe, sounds like speaking in the court ;)

still bewildered reader: so, is there anything wrong with that title?

me : No...nothing wrong with the title...it was not a typing error or misplaced title...

confused reader : So..what is it?

me : I'm not talking about the exam... no more academic matter starting today till I start the third semester next year...enough is the exam, enough is the stress that I had from this gloomy exam, enough for me to become too busy and too much hope is destroyed already...enough is enough

that title is referring to my academic years as a medical student here at Melbourne University..today, officially my first year ended and FIVE more years to go before I can be a real doctor...

I'm not being pessimistic here but instead I'm being quite optimistic...today, one year finished and I still had another 5 more years to live at Melbourne and another 5 more years to be a student before jumping into the careeer world as a doctor...

starting today i am going to have the long-awaited summer hols...3 month it is...i'm still have no plan what-so-ever to fill this so-much-so 'free' time...

guess this post is already long....I will continue later...till then, happy holiday to all my Melbourne friends and Happy Aidilfitri to those who are going back to Malaysia (there are few people who are going to board plane this very night, so unbelievable)....

dari ramadhan menuju ke syawal....

buat sekian kalinya aku mencoretkan di blog ini...

dalam kesibukan aku menguliti nota-nota buat ulangkaji peperiksaan yang hampir sudah kesudahannya, ramadhan yang menjelma kusambut dengan hati terbuka. Buat pertama kalinya aku beraya di perantauan tanpa keluarga di sisi namun ini bukanlah kali pertama aku berpuasa mahupun beraya di rantau orang, cuma dahulu ada keluarga untuk aku berbuka puasa bersama....kini, hanya rakan taulan, sahabat seperjuangan yang mengisi ruang kekosongan itu...

pada tahun ini, ramadhan kupenuhkan dengan pelbagai aktiviti yg akhirnya kukira hanyalah secebis daripada apa yang kemampuanku. Sebenarnya aku mampu buat lebih dari itu namun kujadikan peperiksaan semester ini sebagai alasanku...Ah! Aku harus berubah untuk Ramadhan tahun depan kiranya aku dipanjangkan umur oleh Illahi untuk bertemu dengannya sekali lagi...insya-Allah

usai belajar dan ulangkaji, aku mengisi masa dengan melihat kembali akan post-post silam aku di blog ini...ada yang pahit, ada yang manis, ada yang mengimbau kenangan dan mengungkit cetusan rasa di hati...

tiba saat di akhir ramadhan ini, dan menjelangnya takbir Syawal...kulayangkan kembali akan Ramadhan yang hampir berlalu, kusoroti kembali akan peperiksaanku yang hampir berakhir....sungguh banyak kemajuan telah daku capai namun ada ruang untuk daku menambahkan tahap kemampuan diri ini...

di saat daku disibukkan dengan peperiksaan dan diselubungi dengan pelbagai emosi yang turun naik...kadang-kala daku sungguh bersemangat dan kadang-kala, daku tertekan dengan beban berat peperiksaan, namun itulah hakikat manusia....emosinya tidak akan tetap dan begitulah juga iman seseorang insan itu...ada turun dan ada naiknya...namun yang pasti, daku harus berusaha mempertingkatkan iman dan taqwa dari hari ke hari...

di kala aku tertekan, aku sering melayari internet dan membaca blog sahabat-sahabatku di seantero dunia...bukan kesemua blog yang kukunjungi aku senaraikan di blog ini... bukan apa, jika kusenaraikan kesemuanya sekali, pasti sudah akan panjang list itu... dalam melayari dunia internet yang luas ini, aku belajar pelbagai ilmu.....

di antaranya ialah ilmu html dan css (cascading style sheet)...ilmu itu aku tengah dalam usaha mendalaminya dengan lebih mendalam...dan kemungkinan besar sekali aku akan membuat layout yang baru untuk blog ini dengan apa yang kupelajari setakat ini...namun bila akan siapnya layout itu, aku kurang pasti kerna pelbagai rancangan telah dilakarkan untuk mengisi cuti musim panas yang menjelang tiba...

satu lagi yang kubuat dalam mengisi masa yang sedikit dalam menghadapi peperiksaan ini, aku telah berjaya membersihkan bakat pantunku yang hampir sudah bersarang dan berhabuk tebal sekali...pada mulanya aku buat pantun itu untuk dihantarkan kepada teman seperjuangan di perantauan...namun menyoroti kembali akan pantun itu, aku rasa ada kebaikan juga kiranya aku letakkan pantun itu di sini...nah, inilah ia akan pantun itu yang kukarang tika mengulangkaji peperiksaan...

Assalamualaikum pembuka bicara,

Terbang ke desa burung kenari,

Melayang rendah di dahan pulasan,

Tibanya masa salam aidilfitri,

Sedih girang di perantauan,

Menjerat ikan sebulan purnama,

Luka jari disengat keli,

Perantau dagang itulah kita,

Patah semangat jangan sekali,

Dalam syahdu diulit kerinduan,

Seberang laut keluarga tercinta,

Tiba sudah hari lebaran,

Ampun maaf hamba pinta,

ah, sudah panjangnya post ini...harus study semula untuk menjawab 100 MCQ pada hari Isnin nanti...

four down...one more to go...

at last, the expected worst nightmare has come :(

today, we had our practical xm in which there are 12 stations... we had to move from one station to another station and only being given 5 minutes to answer 4-5 questions at each station...

the thing is we can't return back to the previous station once the bell rang...thus, whenever I am deep in confusion (most of time actually), I just simply 'hentam' but that act leave me deep in depression....I'm not a good sharp shooter and the last time I do this kind of thing, the worst happen :(

hopefully, the result was not that bad...

kisah adik...

"Kita kena sabar sebab sabar itu cantik" ujar ummi perlahan. "Cantik macam syurga ker ummi?" adik tanya lagi. Ummi senyum.

Adik bangun pagi. Adik kesat mata. Walid yang kejut adik. Adik mengantuk sangat. Adik tarik gebar semula. Tidur balik. Walid geleng kepala bila nampak adik tidur balik. Walid tepuk belakang adik suruh adik mandi.

Lepas mandi adik pakai baju baru. Ummi kata hari ini Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Semua orang pakai baju baru. Tapi adik tengok ummi pakai baju buruk,walid pun pakai baju buruk. Ummi cuma senyum bila adik mengajukan soalan itu. Ummi kata cukuplah adik seorang pakai baju baru.

Walid pimpin tangan adik pergi masjid. Kami jalan kaki melalui denai-denai kecil. Sepanjang jalan adik dengar takbir raya. Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar, La ilaha illallah huallahu akbar, Allahu Akbar wallilla hilham.. Adik khusyuk dengar. Merdu. Adik angkat tangan ke telinga,lagak seperti bilal masjid sambil menjerit takbir raya. Walid cuma ketawa kecil melihat gelagat adik. Di persimpangan jalan, kami bertemu Pak Cik Nassier jiran adik.

Adik pandang walid. Walid ralit berbual dengan Pak Cik Nassier. Adik dengar walid berbual tentang syahid, Yassier Arafat dan lain-lain lagi. Nama negara adik pun walid sebut, Palestin. Tapi adik tidak faham. Adik cuma mendengar.

Adik tiba di perkarangan masjid. Masjid itu besar,tersergam indah. Masjid kebanggaan negara adik, Masjidil Aqsa.Walid pernah beritahu adik, Masjidil Aqsa kiblat pertama sebelum Kaabah di Mekah. Masjidil Aqsa juga adalah salah satu tempat suci dalam Islam. Nabi Muhammad pun mengalami peristiwa Israk dan Mikraj di masjid ini. Adik buka kasut dan masuk ke perut masjid.

Adik lihat ramai orang. Semuanya duduk dalam saf. Walid tarik adik duduk dipenjuru masjid,kemudian walid solat tahiyatul masjid.Adik ikut walid solat raya. Adik berdiri betul-betul dekat dengan walid. Adik pandang walid.

Bila walid angkat tahbiratul ihram adik pun angkat. Mulut walid kumat kamit membaca sesuatu. Adik pun ikut sama walaupun adik tak tahu apa yang adik baca. Walid rukuk,adik rukuk. Walid sujud,adik sujud.

Adik membilang anak tangga selepas selesai solat raya dan bersalam-salaman dengan jemaah yang lain. Walid ada di belakang adik. Suasana ketika itu tenang dan damai. Adik suka ketenangan. Adik tarik nafas, hirup dalam-dalam udara pagi. Tiba-tiba ketenangan itu diragut. Adik nampak ramai orang bertempiaran lari. Adik juga nampak sekumpulan askar yang memegang senjata sedang mara menuju ke arah masjid. Adik dengar bunyi kuat. Bunyi tembakan.

Walid dukung adik erat sambil melaungkan takbir Allahu Akbar. Adik takut. Adik pejam mata. Kaki walid yang kuat berlari tiba-tiba terhenti. Pautan tangan walid longgar dan akhirnya terlerai. Adik rasa seperti sekujur tubuh tumbang dan menghenyak adik. Adik pandang belakang. Mata adik terbeliak. Adik nampak tubuh walid. Kepala walid berdarah. Adik menjerit nama walid.

Manik-manik jernih bergentayangan dan gugur satu persatu dari tubir kelopak mata adik. Walid pandang adik. Walid cium pipi adik. Walid suruh adik lari. Adik geleng kepala. Adik pegang tangan walid. Adik hendak duduk di sisi walid. Walid senyum pada adik. Mulut walid lemah menutur kalimah syahadah.

Adik goyang tubuh walid. Walid tidak bergerak. Walid kaku.
"Waliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!!!!!!!"

Adik kesat air mata. Adik lari kuat-kuat. Adik lari tidak kalih kiri dan kanan. Sampai di rumah, adik terus menangis. Ummi hairan tengok adik. AAdik sebut nama walid berkali-kali. Mayat walid di hantar ke rumah tidak lama selepas itu. Adik masih menangis. Adik tengok ummi cium dahi walid. Ummi peluk adik. Beberapa orang jiran cuba tenangkan ummi. Abang yang duduk dipenjuru dinding juga menangis. Abang dah besar. Umur abang enam belas tahun. Abang pergi dekat walid,abang peluk dan cium walid. Selepas sembahyang adik nampak orang angkat walid keluar rumah

Abang pun ikut sama. Adik tidak ikut. Adik duduk rumah dengan ummi.Adik tanya ummi, mana perginya walid. Diam. Adik tanya lagi sambil menongkat dagu menunggu jawapan daripada mulut ummi. Ummi pandang adik, ummi kata walid pergi ke satu tempat yang sangat cantik. Walid pergi tidak akan kembali lagi. Adik cuma mengangguk.

"Adik nak ikut walid" Ummi geleng kepala dan peluk adik. Adik lap air mata di pipi ummi. Adik senyum, ummi senyum.

Petang itu ramai kawan abang datang. Abang ajak mereka ke belakang rumah. Adik berlari-lari anak ikut abang ke belakang. Abang tekun membuat sesuatu.

Sesuatu yang menyerupai senapang. Adik cuma duduk diam dan tengok. Kawan-kawan abang pun khusyuk membuat kerja. Adik menguap berkali-kali. Boring duduk diam tanpa melakukan sebarang kerja. Tidak keletah adik dibuatnya Mata adik melilau-lilau mencari barang mainan. Adik nampak benda bulat seperti bola. Adik pergi dekat cuba mencapai benda itu. Adik pegang dan belek Sedang adik seronok bermain, abang rampas 'bola' adik. Adik masam.

Adik tarik muncung empat belas. Adik marah pada abang. Abang tersenyum melihat tingkah laku adik. Dengan lembut abang mencubit pipi montel adik. Abang beritahu adik yang benda itu bom tangan bukannya bola seperti yang disangka adik Adik diam, kemudian berlari mendapatkan ummi.

Merajuk.

Adik bangun awal pagi itu. Tidak seperti hari-hari lain, walid tidak ada untuk kejut adik. Apabila teringat walid,mata adik berkaca. Adik tidak mahu menangis. Adik orang lelaki. Orang lelaki tidak boleh menanggis, orang lelaki kena kuat dan tabah. Adik nampak abang sedang bersiap-siap. Abang galas beg besar. Semua benda yang abang buat semalam abang bawa.

Benda bulat seperti bola pun abang bawa. Kawan-kawan abang semuanya sedang menungu di depan rumah. Abang cium tangan ummi, minta izin untuk pergi. Ummi peluk abang,cium abang berkali-kali. Adik cuma memandang dengan mata terkebil-kebil. Adik garu kepala yang tidak gatal. Abang datang dekat adik.

Abang dukung adik,usap kepala adik. "Adik jaga ummi ya" pesan abang. "Abang nak pergi mana" tanya adik seperti orang bodoh.

"Abang nak pergi berjuang". Abang mengukir senyuman mengakhiri bicara.

Kelibat abang hilang ditelan kabus pagi. Hanya lambaian tangan adik mengiringi pemergian abang. Lepas abang pergi ummi cerita macam-macam perkara pada adik. Pasal Israel, pasal syurga, pasal jihad dan banyak lagi.

Semuanya adik tidak faham. "Isra..Israfil." terkial-kial adik menyebut perkataan itu dalam pelat yang pekat. "Bukan Israfil. Israfilkan nama malaikat. Malaikat yang tiup sangka kala. Israel." Ummi membetulkan sebutan adik. "Is.ra.el" akhirnya adik berjaya menyebutnya juga. Ummi ketawa kecil.

Adik ikut ketawa menampakkan sebaris gigi adik yang ronggak. Ummi kata Israel jahat. Israel musuh umat Islam. Israel juga musuh Allah. Israel yang mencetuskan peperangan di bumi Palestin. Israel yang bunuh walid. Adik benci Israel. Adik benci sesiapa yang menjadi musuh Allah.

Adik lari keluar rumah. Adik pergi ke jalan besar. Ramai kanak-kanak sebaya adik di situ. Mereka semua baling batu kepada sekumpulan tentera yang bersenjata di seberang jalan. Adik ingat lagi, tentera itulah yang bunuh walid. Merekalah Israel. Adik marah. Adik geram. Adik capai batu, adik baling kuat-kuat. Adik pejam mata. Terbayang di kepala adik peristiwa yang menimpa walid. Adik sertai kawan-kawan adik yang lain; membaling batu.

Kadang-kadang kami lari apabila tentera itu menyerang balas. Ada juga kawan-kawan adik kena tembak. Tumbang satu persatu. Adik nampak baju mereka merah berlumuran darah. Adik lari menyorok di sebalik bangunan usang untuk menyelamatkan diri. Adik lari bersama seorang kawan adik. Namanya Jamal. Dia juga sama dengan adik.

Walidnya juga pergi ke suatu tempat yang sangat cantik dan tidak akan kembali lagi. Apabila keadaan semakin reda, adik pulang ke rumah. Adik berjanji dengan Jamal untuk melontarkan batu lagi pada keesokkan harinya.

Sesampai di rumah adik berasa sangat lapar. Adik cari roti di dapur. Adik buka almari, adik cari dalam almari tapi tidak jumpa. Perut adik mula berbunyi minta diisi. Adik sudah makan roti petang tadi tapi adik masih berasa lapar lagi. Adik nampak ummi pegang roti. Itu sajalah satu-satunya roti yang tinggal di rumah kami. Ummi tidak makan apa-apa lagi sejak pagi tadi.

Adik pergi dekat ummi. Ummi yang baru menyuapkan roti ke mulutnya tersentak. Ummi keluarkan semula roti dari mulutnya dan suapkan ke mulut adik. Adik kunyah dengan gelojoh.

"Ummi, kenapa kita hidup susah?" adik tanya pada ummi dengan mulut dipenuhi roti. Ummi pangku adik di ribanya. Ummi mengelus lembut rambut adik.

"Kita kena sabar sebab sabar itu cantik" ujar ummi perlahan. "Cantik macam syurga ker ummi?" adik tanya lagi. Ummi senyum.

"Nabi Muhammad pun hidup susah juga. Baginda dilontar batu ketika menyebarkan dakwah di Taif. Malahan kaum Quraisy ramai yang ingin bunuh nabi. Nabi sabar,nabi tak cepat putus asa" sambung ummi lagi.

Adik dengar dengan khusyuk. Adik nak jadi baik macam Nabi Muhammad. Nama adik pun Muhammad. Walid yang cadangkan nama itu. Walid hendak adik tabah dan cekal macam Nabi Muhammad.

Malam itu adik duduk bersila depan ummi sambil tangan memegang Al-Quran. Adik ikat serban sendiri. Adik lilit serban ikut suka hati adik. Sekejap adik lilit ke kiri, sekejap ke kanan. Kadang-kadang serban itu tutup mata adik. Adik kuak sedikit kain serban ke atas ketika hendak membaca Al-Quran.

"Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.."

Adik baca Al-Quran dengan bersungguh-sungguh. Adik baca kitab Allah itu dengan tekun. Ummi duduk depan adik sambil memerhati bacaan adik. Adik hendak jadi macam abang. Umur enam tahun sudah khatam Al-Quran. Adik baru umur tiga tahun. Adik kena baca Quran dengan rajin kalau hendak khatam Al-Quran cepat macam abang. Adik ingat pesanan ummi. Ummi kata Al-Quranlah satu-satunya harta yang paling berharga. Adik ingin baca Al-Quran hari-hari.

Adik tidak mahu ponteng baca Al-Quran. Bacaan adik terhenti apabila pintu diketuk dan nama ummi dilaung-laungkan dari luar.

"Syukur ya Huda, anakmu Yassin mati syahid"muncul Mak Cik Fatima di depan rumah.

"Anakmu,anakmu adalah salah seorang pengebom berani mati ya Huda.

Tindakannya menyebabkan tujuh orang askar Israel laknatullah terbunuh. Yassin dan tiga orang lagi pejuang Hizbullah mati syahid. Semoga syurga menanti mereka kelak" terang Mak Cik Fatima panjang lebar.

Ummi panjatkan doa pada Allah semoga roh abang ditempatkan dalam golongan orang-orang yang beriman. Adik kaget. Nama Israfil.bukan..Israel disebut lagi. Adik benci mendengar nama itu. Kemarahan adik meluap-luap.

Ummi beritahu adik abang telah pergi ikut walid. Ummi kata ummi bangga mempunyai anak seperti abang. Adik masuk tidur awal. Adik mimpi satu tempat yang sangat cantik. Adik nampak walid dan abang di sana. Walid dan abang senyum pada adik. Adik cuba kejar mereka tapi semakin adik kejar semakin mereka menghilang.

Keesokkan harinya, adik tunggu Jamal di tepi jalan seperti yang dijanjikan. Lima minit berlalu Jamal tidak muncul-muncul juga. Hampir setengah jam adik tunggu tapi Jamal tetap tidak muncul. Adik tidak suka orang yang mungkir pada janji. Adik ingat lagi, salah satu ciri org munafik ialah mungkir apabila berjanji.

Adik tidak mahu jadi munafik. Adik tanya kawan-kawan adik yang lain. Rupa-rupanya Jamal juga seperti walid dan abang. Jamal pergi ke satu tempat yang cantik. Tempat yang adik tidak tahu di mana letaknya.

Semua orang yang adik sayang pergi ke tempat itu. Mula-mula walid,kemudian abang dan akhirnya Jamal. Adik pulang ke rumah awal. Adik terkejut. Terkesima sebentar. Rumah adik dikepung askar Israel. Mereka memang sedang mencari keluarga adik ekoran tindakan berani mati abang mengebom kubu Israel.

Tubuh adik yang kecil memudahkan adik menyusup masuk ke dalam rumah. Adik nampak ummi terpelosok di satu sudut. Adik lihat dengan mata adik sendiri, tentera itu tendang ummi. Mereka sepak dan terajang ummi. Tapi ummi masih bersabar. Ummi tidak putus-putus menyebut satu kalimah keramat..Ahad..Ahad. Mata adik merah.

Adik menahan marah. Adik tidak suka orang pukul ummi. Adik sayang ummi. Adik benci Israel. Seorang tentera Israel mengacukan pistol ke arah ummi. Ummi dengan tenang menghadapinya. Tiada pun segaris garisan gusar terpancar di wajah ummi. Ketika peluru dilepaskan, tiba-tiba.....

"Muhammad!!!!!!!" Ummi menjerit sambil memegang tubuh adik. Badan adik berlumuran darah. Pekat dan merah. Adik raba perut adik. Adik rasa sakit. Sakit yang mencucuk-cucuk. Seketika tadi adik telah korbankan tubuhnya untuk melindungi ummi. Natijahnya peluru itu merobek perut adik yang tidak berdosa.

Ummi peluk adik. Ummi menangis semahu-mahunya. Adik cubasenyum pada ummi walaupun perit.

"Ummi.adik rasa mengantuk,adik nak tidur.Adik nak jadi mujahid,adik nak ikut walid dan abang" terketar-ketar suara adik kedengaran di cuping telinga ummi. Ummi angguk,berusaha sedaya upaya untuk menahan air mata daripada jatuh bercucuran.Adik pejam mata. Adik nampak walid, abang dan Jamal melambai-lambai ke arah adik.

dipetik daripada palestinkini

p/s- di kala kita bergembira menyambut Aidilfitri, di kala sebahagian daripada kita disibukkan dengan peperiksaan, di kala kita dilimpahkan kebahagiaan bersama orang yang tersayang....

ada saudara kita yang berduka di hari mulia ini, ada saudara kita yang syahid menyahut seruan Illahi, ada saudara kita kehilangan orang yang tersayang...

bangkitlah saudaraku sekalian daripada kejahilan yang membelenggu diri ini, ayuhlah kita semua membela muslim yang ditindas, tegakkanlah kembali panji Islam di tempat asalnya...

two down... three more to go

today, I had OSCE (Objective Structured Clinical Examination) which I had to interview simulated patient within 9 minute and the whole process worth 20% of mark. Just imagine that all your 20% gone within 9 minutes... roughly 2.22% mark per minute...unbelievable but that what it takes to be a doctor...

so, how my interview today? hmm, within 9 minutes, I'm able to ask limited questions...when the patient start to give her opening statement, I foolishly jump straight to conclusion that she is having GERD or acid reflux, or most likely due to hiatus hernia...

thus, throughout the interview , I asked several questions related to those symptom of acid reflux...but to my surprise after the interview is over, when the examiner and the patient gave their feedback to me, they said that I was not able to elicit the patient main concern which was bulimia... sad indeed, it was not GERD after all,

the examiner also told me that I had several weaknesses especially my language which was quite poor indeed...speaking of language, tomorrow I had another paper on ethics and biostatistics to which half of the paper need excellent expression of language to do well on those paper...

seems tomorrow going to be another gloomy day for me...now, that made me worried...

with poor English as my main instrument to answer tomorrow paper, what else I can hope for now... hopefully, I can do well in biostatistics and hopefully, it can cover up my marks on ethics, if God will...

:(

1 down....

first exam paper : speechless

for time such as this.....

Abu al-‘Abbas ‘Abdullah bin ‘Abbas, radiyallahu anhuma, reported: One day I was behind the Prophet, sallallahu ‘alayhi wasallam, and he said to me:

"O young man, I shall teach you some words [of advice] : Be mindful of Allah, and Allah will protect you. Be mindful of Allah, and you will find Him in front of you. If you (have need to) ask, ask of Allah; and if you seek help, seek help from Allah. Know that even if the Nation (or the whole community) were to gather together to benefit you with something, they would not benefit you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded for you, and that if they gather together to harm you with something, they would not be able to harm you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded against you. The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried."

-Hadith no 19 from 40 Hadith compiled by Imam Nawawi-

for time such as this, when i'm really stressed out, high in anxiety, burned out of spirit and motivation....i'd read this portion of hadith to remind myself and hopefully others, that Allah's help and protection is always near and if we are in dire need of help and protection, seek the help from the Almighty Lord, Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, The Creator of all creation...

in time of hardship and difficulty, we ought to ask help and guidance from Allah alone and in case of anything 'unfortunate' event that happens to us, remember that a strong mu'min will become content (redha) in whatever happen to him/her.

"iyya ka na’budu wa iyya ka nasta’in"... "Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek"

bored?...tension?...stress?

I've just read someone's blog in which he/she is constantly ie istiqamah in bombarding his/her blog with lots and lot of posts.....in comparison with me, too few indeed...

so, what i've been doing lately, as u expect, study and study....from dawn till midnight, then continue after subuh and then continue the next morning....and this pattern will be a continuous pattern or better called it, the vicious cycle *wink*...until the exam is over....

stress?...tension? that is what happening to me now,

boredom...I don't think so....

burned out....almost

extremely high level of serum cortisol.....not yet probably

general adaptation syndrome, I guess still in the early stage, if I were in the late stage, guess what, thousands of disease will come..

coping mechanism....hmm, I don't know what to say bout this, I just continue my study despite the continued increment in my stress level, I guess my serum cortisol have not reach its peak yet....

anyway, in response to someone who said that he/she is too bored waiting for this xm to finish, just contemplate on our responsibility as a true muslim/muslimah, is this what islam expected us to do while preparing for the coming xm?

strive is a must, bored should not be tolerated at all, there were and are many our muslim brothers and sisters out there who never had the chance we have now, some of them are still unsure of whether they are going to live the next day...never waste our precious time in this world even a single second...hope this will knock someone's head of boredom, demotivated *wink*

sorry for writing in this manner, wallahuallam

p/s : this is not meant to be an insult to anyone, anyway if this writing have stirred any emotion deep inside in the heart...forgive me, feel free to insult me back....

this is just another proof on how a med student can cause harm to others by misdiagnosed people...deciding based on limited history, limited investigation and limited clinical examination is not sufficient to give a correct diagnose, better remember that...misdiagnosed can eventually harm patient-doc relationship and to the extent destroy friendship, hard fact to swallow but it do happens...

by the way, Ramadhan is a month of forgiveness...maaf zahir batin...

a bug's life...

dipetik dari fazakkir ambil pengajaran ye...

Peringatan penulis: Cerita ni hanya rekaan semata-mata, tiada kena mengena dengan apa-apa yang wujud di alam ini sekalipun..cuma secebis kisah rekaan untuk peringatan kita semua...

Al kisah di satu bandar yang mewah tinggal seorang budak yg berasal dari keluarga yang berada. Rumahnya besar dan mempunyai tersangatlah banyak bilik. Lalu budak ni pon mengambil satu bilik yang tidak digunakan dalam beribu-ribu bilik dirumahnya ni, lalu meletakkan dua ekor semut di dalamnya, dan berpesanlah budak itu kepada semut2 itu, katanya " tinggallah kamu di bilik ini dan ikutlah apa yg aku dah bagitau dan jauhilah larangan2 ku sehingga pintu bilik ini aku buka semula. Lalu dikuncinya bilik itu rapat2. setiap tiga hari dia akan on lampu dalam bilik tu dan tiga hari laginya lampu akan di off, dan begitulah seterusnya.maka tinggallah dua ekor semut itu di dalam bilik itu...

Lalu beranak pinaklah dua ekor semut ini sehingga menjadi tersangat ramailah anaknya. Walaupon kedua ekor semut yang awal tadi pernah hidup di luar bilik, iaitu di dunia yang Maha Luas ini, tidaklah ia dapat menceritakan kesemua perihal dunia itu kepada anak2nya yang sangat ramai itu. Lalu hiduplah semut2 yg ramai itu dengan pengetahuan yang dunia mereka hanyalah bilik itu,, yg pada seekor semut, sangatlah besar bilik itu. Pada pandangan semut itu, apabila lampu di buka(tiga hari), adalah waktu siang dan apabila lampu ditutup (3 hari juge) adalah waktu malamnya. Maka semut2 itu pon mencipta masa perkiraannya berdasarkan jangka waktu lampu2 itu di on dan di off. Dan apabila semut2 itu menjumpa laptop didalam bilik itu, ramai di antara mereka akan berkata, ini terjadi dengan sendirinya, kerana tidaklah ia pernah melihat laptop itu dicipta oleh manusia. Walhal akan ada sekumpulan semut yang berfikir akan mengetahui yang tidak mungkin laptop ini akan terjadi dengan sendirinya...

Setelah hidup begitu lama, semut2 ini terasa perlunya panduan untuk hidup. lalu mereka mencipta satu ideologi dan pegangan yang boleh memandu hidup mereka. mereka menamakan ideologi ini sempena ketua-ketua puak mereka, pengasas ideologi mereka dan juga nama kaum semut yang memegang ideologi itu. Dan mereka sangatlah berbangga kerana berjaya mencipta satu ideologi yang boleh mereka berpegang kepadanya. Ketika ini hanya tinggal sedikit sahaja semut yang masih mengingati pesanan dua ekor semut yang mula2 tadi.Lalu setelah sampai satu ketika, budak ini terasa yang semut2 ini telah terlalu rosak hidup mereka. Lalu ketika satu masa dimana semut2 lain tidak perasan,, dia menculik seekor semut yang amat baik sifatnya ini, lalu dibawa keluar dari bilik itu. Apabila melihat sendiri akan wujudnya dunia di luar bilik itu dan wujudnya budak itu serta wujudnya manusia, Keyakinan semut ini terhadap pesanan moyangnya bertambah kukuh. Ketika ini, semut ni sudah sedar akan kemampuan dan kehebatan manusia jika dibandingkan dengan semut2 di dalam bilik itu. Lalu berpesanlah budak ini kepada semut itu, " Akulah tuan kamu dan tuan nenek moyang kamu, patuhilah arahanku dan jauhilah laranganku sehingga satu masa di mana aku akan membuka pintu ini. Ketika itu sapa yang mengikut arahan akan aku kurniakan nikmat yang tak pernah kamu merasainya ( gula setinggi 8 meter), dan sapa yang melanggar arahan akan aku bakar dalam tempat barbeque." lalu diserahkan satu buku panduan kepada semut ini. Didalam buku panduan ini terkandung arahan dan larangan serta perihal dunia luar dan kehebatan manusia2 yg hidup di dunia luar. Semut ini telah berpeluang melihat gula setinggi 8 meter itu dan telahlah ia dapat melihat tempat barbeque tu. Maka yakinlah ia,, kalau budak itu nak membakarnya, amatlah mudah ianya dapat dilakukan. Lalu pulanglah semut ini kepada kaumnya.

Sepulangnya kepada kaum semut itu, ia mulalah menyeru semut2 lain supaya mematuhi arahan2 budak tadi. Berceritalah semut ini perihal gula setinggi 8 meter dan perihal tempat barrbeque yang menanti mereka. Tetapi bagi semut2 lain yang tidak dapat melihat benda2 itu,, dikatakannya semut ini penipu, gila dan sebagainya.Mustahil kata mereka ada dunia selain dari bilik ini(kerana mereka tidak pernah melihatnya). Hanya beberapa semut sahaja yang menuruti seruan semut tadi. Kerana keyakinan semut tadi terhadap dunia di luar bilik itu yang menantinya, dia pun beribadah siang dan malam, sentiasa melakukan kebaikan sebab dia tahu tuan dia ada letak kamera dalam bilik itu. sentiasa memerhatikannya. dan berterusanlah dia menyeru semut2 lain kepada kebaikan dan melarang mereka berbuat kejahatan. tetapi sedikit sekali mereka mendengarinya. Ada ketikanya, ketika seruannya tidak berhasil, menangislah semut ini kesendirian. Mase tu, budak tu dan rakan2 nya sedang melihat semut tadi melalui kamera tertutupnya. Maka terasalah hibanya budak ini dan rakan2nya bagi pihak semut tadi dan turutlah menitis air mata mereka. Lalu budak ni mengirimkan sepucuk surat kecil, katanya " Janganlah kamu bersedih hati, sedangkan kamu tahu kamu dijalan yang benar, dan setiap sesuatu itu ada balasannya". Mendengar janji tuannya ini, hilanglah hiba hati semut ini,, lalu teruslah ia berkerja menyeru semut2 yang lain ke arah kebenaran, tanpa sebarang keraguan dihatinya...

Sejam sebelum pintu bilik itu dibuka, semut tadi terus menyeru rakan2 nya supaya mengikut kata2 tuan tadi. tetapi tidaklah mereka mengikutinya. Teruslah mereka menjalani hidup mereka yang sia2, menonton anime, bersembang2 tanpa mengetahui SEJAM lagi mereka akan dibakar didalam tempat barbeque tadi,sedangkan semut yang mereka anggap gila tadi akan dapat gula setinggi 8 meter. Tidakkah sedih kita melihat semut2 ini? Sudah tentu dihati mereka,, mereka bersangka mereka akan hidup selama-lamanya, sampai mereka mati. Tapi kalau budak itu berkata dia nak buka bilik itu sejam lagi, siapa yang dapat menghalangnya? Kan bilik itu kepunyaannya?

Pengajaran:

1)Sebuah bilik itu adalah sangat insignificant bagi budak yg mempunyai beratus2 bilik dirumahnya.Jadi jika semut2 itu patuh atau tidak kepada arahannya, tidaklah ia rugi sesen pon. Bukankah budak itu terlalu amat kaya?

2) Sebagai manusia, kita akan berkata. Bodohlah semut2 yang mengatakan laptop itu wujud dengan sendirinya sedangkan kami(manusia) yang menciptanya. tidakkah begitu?

3) Apabila kita dibesarkan di dalam satu ruang, kita tidak akan dapat imagine ruang yang diluar ruang kita ini. Dapatkah semut2 tadi meng imagine taman tema sebesar sunway lagoon sedangkan seumur hidupnya, ia hanya bermalam dan siang di dalam bilik tadi. sejak LAHIR???

4) Budak itu sentiasa memerhatikan semutnya melalu closed circuit camera yang dipasangnya. Maka beruntunglah semut yang mengikut arahannya. Dapatlah mereka makan gula sepuas puasnya. 8 meter. Byk Tuu... dan amat rugilah sapa yang berdegil.

5) Fikirkan. Siapa yang lebih bijak. Semut yang mengikut arahan tuannya OR semut2 yang mendustakan semut yang diculik tadi? Tidakkah bodoh memilih dibakar sedangkan mereka boleh berehat memakan gula setelah pintu itu dibuka nanti?

6) Bukankah sebab ceteknya ilmu semut tadi terhadap dunia luar bilik itu, adalah sebaiknya bagi mereka mengikuti semut yang diculik tadi dan mengkaji buku panduan itu habis-habisan? Tidakkah begitu?

-=nukilan: semut yang mulia=-

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Originally uploaded by hafiz_238.

this is a picture of my x-classmate at KMB and it has been edited using Photoshop...quite cool indeed..