The REAL supporter

4:39 PM Unknown
Assalamualaikum. Emm happy day to all.. We are now in the second half of Syaaban into Ramadhan.. Have we prepare ourselves accordingly to enter Allah's institutional of education.? Hopefully we are into it and be with al-muttaqin..

Date : 25th of July 2010 (Sunday)
Time : 1616
Location : Bukit Jalil LRT station
Emm I was on the verge of coming back to my highly rated place Skudai.. Thanks to my fellow friend Hazim for giving me a sonic riding experience to get here.. Hope you will score in your exam.. The bus will departed at 1800.. I still have more than 1 and half hour of precious time to kill.. Anyway I am not a murderer..
I kept wandering and wandering, why I am here in the bus station where in other places my friends were already home.? The answer is simple, its all back to my laziness that doing its job well as a hindrance to my plan.. Even Sobrie and his wife were already in Terengganu since Thursday.. Thanks to his super ultimate Saga that is comparable to my legendary bike..
Since Pudu Raya station is under renovation, they change the location for the buses to Bukit Jalil, the advantage is, the LRT ticket from Cempaka is cheaper (less RM.80) compare to the ticket to Plaza Rakyat..
While waiting to Asar prayer at 1645, I sat in a bench near the surau.. I wondered why there are so many people heading to the stadium that evening.. I kept thinking in my mind.. Somehow I heard a voice from a man. "Malaysia or Korea.?" he said to a couple.. Now I remembered that evening a match between Malaysia U23 against Korea's Olympic will be held shortly.. Suddenly many more sellers came and place their products which I think were the clone from each others in the floor..
There were mufflers, banners, fancy hats and the most attracting thing which is a small trumpet.. I believe it is not vuvuzuela which are the infamous toys during the Africa 2010 World Cup.. You will not going to believe the sound produce by the trumpet is so loud as you were putting your ear in the mouth of a trombone in a marching band.. The price was RM15 at that time and you will never get anything less than that in the next seller as the goods were all clone..
Than another man came and got a customers in just a second leaving the other women who were already there got the feeling of temperament.. "Eh, you just arrived and than took our customer." burst one of the women.. The man smiled and said "The spirit of loving our country is already instilled in our heart.. So we must work hand by hand to deliver our spirit to the others." All saleswoman there became annoyed with his joke.. I laughed at them.. At first I wanted to take my camera but there was a little memory in my brilliant brain that reminding me that my camera is out of battery.. Never worry as the heroes will always have their alternatives..
Buyers chose their favourite colours


I took my brand new W995 Sony-Ericsson hand phone which embedded with 8.1 Megapixels camera and captured the since.. I love my hand phone very much.. I reached home at 2230 and my younger sister said that Malaysia won 1-0.. Congratulation Malaysia.. Congratulation all the supporters..

In this scenario we can see that not only the buyers are supporting Malaysia, but also the sellers.. So the question is, who is the super-real supporter.?
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jumping mid-wife

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Assalamualaikum. Emm oh, after awhile, again we meet.. Actually I am really busy after the semester break.. Paediatric posting suppose to be my heaven if USiM prepare it at least in the modest way they can give.. In the end we were happy after a vacation to the hell for 8 weeks.. Anything happened in the past 8 weeks will never bleach my determination to become a paediatrician in the future.. But no one know where the future lies.. This is not the story of my paediatric posting, this is all about experience I got few days before I enter the paediatric ward..

As usual, you have to look for the title to get at least a frame (if you are too slow to get the picture) of what I am going to tell in this post.. 'Jumping mid-wife'.. What is mid-wife.? Is there full wife.? Half wife.? Quarter wife.? Actually there is no such thing.. Especially as a muslim, a wife is a wife and must do her jobs as a wife to help the husband in creating a peaceful, 'productive' islamic family according to the Islamic teaching.. Okay let me tell you.. Mid-wife is a kind of nurse that has the knowledge and skills in conducting and assisting delivery.. Although it is not a specialty, at least they know how to do it better than the other nurses especially ICU nurses and OT nurses..

In my obstetric posting 6 months back, I met many people.. One of them is Kak Su, a mid-wife in Hospital Ampang labour room.. Labour room is not a room for those Indonesian, Burmese or Vietnamese who works in the construction field.. It is a place for mothers to deliver their baby.. Fathers also can be there to vomit, black-out and cry at least if they are not able to help..
Back to Kak Su, she is a friend of mine.. She taught and helped me a lot to conduct the deliveries.. Not to show off, but USiM medical students have to conduct at least 15 deliveries.. No other universities in Malaysia force their students to conduct more than 10 deliveries.. And it is not a phenomenon for you to see the attachment students from Russia or Ukraine become really proud to touch the placenta and the umbilical cord..
To make the story short, (the longer the story, more people will be attacked my dirty, sarcastic mind) She will get marry in May, and wanted me to do a favour.. It is not a secret as everyone know my fondness of taking pictures.. She also knew it.. She asked my help to be a photographer for her wedding.. At first, I reluctant to do it because I never do such thing.. But she kept persuading me and finally I melt.. "Okay RM300 and its a deal.. But as usual, it is my trend (for now) not to edit the pictures I took" I said to her..
She seemed okay with it.. The next thing I have to do is to get another camera to make my job easier.. Within a split second I found the target, Rahimie.. He is a fourth year students with D90 DSLR (digital single lense reflex) camera.. It is a complicated matter because the camera is really precious to him as he love it more than his six pads abdomen.. But as the MPP's bureau of welfare.. He seems concerned of my problem and lent me his babes.. I promised to give him RM30 for it.. I saved more than RM70 for something alike..
When the time came, I rode my beloved motorcycle to Kuala Pilah.. Its a very long journey which took about one and a half hour by my super fast bike.. There, I have no time to waste and I began my duty.. I did my job quite well for a beginner.. Beside, I never follow people doing this.. As a loner, I had difficulty in adjusting the famous D90.. I always remembered Rahimie as he kept mentioning about the price of his babes if something happen.. Luckily nothing goes wrong that day..The best thing is, we went for outdoor in Ulu Bendul a famous recreation park in Negeri Sembilan.. I like the place and the couple is really co-operative.. The husband is really 'slumber'.. I don't mean he is sleepy.. I mean he is a cool guy.. Therefore its not hard for me to ask for the pose I wanted.. Actually I just pretended as I know the suitable pose for them.. But who knows.? It really works..

I got RM300 minus Rm30 for Rahimie's camera.. Its not a lot, but I am really happy.. I sent the pictures to Kak Su and she is happy to see it.. In the end both parties felt happy.. I hope they will be happily ever after..
Before I end my post, I would like to ask, what and who is actually the 'jumping mid-wife'.? You don't have to squeeze your brain to get the answer..
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