Value.

I was in the middle of a meeting when suddenly I received a text message from Esity,

"Hi awak, I just arrived home."

"Oh hi, welcome back. How was your day?"

"A lil bit tired, I had 4 hour classes to attend today." 

Today is his first day being hired as an English lecturer in a private college. And if you ever wonder what happened between us in the past year, well we still at that same level of unclassified relationship without any new progression.

We still make jokes of each other, fight like a small child, arguing on silly things, stole each others foods, competing on who lose more weight, and laughing loud like no one's watching.

After all I am still happy having a companion like him to support me whenever I fall and remind me on good things so that I am still walking on a right path.

And life wasn't called life; if everyday is a sunny day. Esity send me a picture of this and I start to read the article with a cloudy eyes.

Yes, we just faced a lost of our schoolmates, Faez that I would say it happened in a blink of eyes.

To be true, I wasn't really closed to him during school time even his class is next to mine. He do visit my house 1 or 2 times during Eid and I had met him several times after school days. And Faez actually was just been transferred to my campus last semester, that makes me happy to have two school friends here; familiar faces sometimes make you feel secured right.

But to face a lost of someone you know that even far apart in virtual life but closed to your heart is a grief. I was driving home when I heard about his lost and I straight away drove to hospital. Looking at his relatives just make my heart gloom. It just so mournful, even your eyes is witnessing but your brain can't really interpret that he was no longer here with us.

Faez is a good guy back then, and his lost make me realize, life is short. 

Valued everything you have before Allah taken them back.

Yesterday was a special day for my special someone. He too was placed at the same world as Faez.

If you are reading this, please help me recite Al-Fatihah for my lost and for your lost too. 

May they were placed among the righteous.

Al-Fatihah. 

Goodbye is tradition.

This is Sepet. My right side pillow-mate.

And this is Syahduu. My left side pillow-mate.

Ughh the air-cond just ruined the 'quality' of this image. *sigh. Because of the air-cond I admit this is i-City not New York City. 

During our childhood time, we used to share bottle milk, quarreling on whose milk taste most goood.
During teenage time, we like to babbling, gossiping and chit-chatting with eyes close until we snore.
We spend most of our time laughing, less time quarreling and plenty time crying on each other shoulder.
And now we are getting bigger, getting more matured and yet beautiful too! Haha

Adulthood make us apart.

We talk less, meet less and laugh less.
And today, it is the time to say goodbye to Sepet.

The plane will took her off and send her back when she had successfully become a dentist.
Farewell love.

My love for Green.

Everyone know I love green.
Even if people just meet me, they can even realize green is my favorite color.
Phone casing, pen, notebook, water bottle, scissors, cutter, hole puncher, paper clip, laptop, cursor color.
-- everything is GREEN.
If you realize, my weighing scale color is green too!

All greeny stuff that I always prepared when balik kampung.

Oh-uh this is #throwback picture and I am using my mom's phone casing.

Green room, green bed sheets, green curtains.
Also green attire from head to toe.
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I've found that, having a favorite color really assists me in lot of situation. A row of different brand of detergents in front of you and everything looks so-can-make-my-clothes-clean. Because I like green, I go for Attacks. A racks of abstracts and funky design of note book inside the bookstore -we sure took a long time to choose right? But at least I can shorten down my list of interest when I just decide to buy green color of note book.

And perhaps did I choose Herbalife out of other company is because it was green too?

#throwback. My first Zero2Hero picture somewhere in 2012. Ignore my chubby cheek. Haha.

Well, what I can say is, it's a great co-incidence.
I was working under a green flag, and I was so proud of it.
Go green!

#throwback This picture was taken during June'13 Extravaganza Bangkok.

MAP OTSCore 2013.

  I feel like it was an honored blogging about this congress. OTSCore was a 'something' to me. I witnessed the tremendous revolution of the event results from the students' passion and hard work. I remembered, the idea first come from 2011 ASMOT - Academic Symposium Of Malaysia Occupational Therapy Students : Pre-Eminence Findings. It was a one day event, considered as state level symposium. The participants consists of two organizations -UiTM and KSKB Sg. Buloh. 

Academic Symposium of Malaysia Occupational Therapy : Pre-Eminence Findings

   

Well, at this time, I was appointed to be the moderator for research presentation. The strenuous work wasn't really flow in my veins. But, it was still something to be proud of. Seeing two different organization mingling together shared knowledge and skills, the amusement was something to be felt of.

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The effort doesn't end that way, from state level we were moving to the national level. We welcomed not just students but clinician and experts from all over Malaysia. And my heart felt for this hard work. I was playing an important role as the part of the team, and we started 2012 OTSCore - Occupational Therapy Students' Congress : Metamorphosis in Occupational Therapy Practices with only 3 confront young women. Kak Ida and Afiqah K a.k.a Nyah, if you are reading this, I wish I could send you a bouquet of thankfulness, no words can described how much I loved to works with you guys and how I was indescribably happy to have such laugh and tears memorable moments with both of you. 

Pictures can described how gratified we are for making the congress into reality.    

**Preparation day**

**i-City moments**

**2 days congress- Expert talk, Research presentation & Lab session**

and lastly.

**Our indulgence**

Occupational Therapy Students' Congress : Metamorphosis in Occupational Therapy Practices

Thank you guys for making OTSCore a phenomenon.

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And we growing bigger and better and here we are in the international level of 2013 MAP OTSCore - Malaysia-Asia Pacific Occupational Therapy Students' Congress : Enduring New Generation! From handling program bureau for last congress, I now appointed as the Event Manager; 5 days before the congress started. MAP OTSCore was a success as we received not just participants but also speakers from other countries. Thank you for all your supports!

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And here, the evidence of our accomplishment..

Malaysia-Asia Pacific Occupational Therapy Students' Congress : Enduring New Generation

*bow down
THANK YOU.

Oh my english!

"Have you visit Cholestopia? What do you think of it?"

In one peaceful morning, I thrown the question to Esity; excitedly.

"It's good," he replied.

"Come'on, I expect more comments from you," 

*thump *thump *thump <nervous>

"Urmmm.. you write like a kid."

*lightning strike

W.H.A.T?

"No I mean, your writing doesn't changed. You bring on the same style of writing like the essay you made in high school. Just keep on writing like this, every writers had their own style of writing. So this is yours."

Huh. I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you. 

<sigh>

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Esity and I were friends since we are in Form 5; studying in the same boarding school. Different classes, same sport house bla bla bla. He mentioned about an essay right? Well, throwback in 2009, there is an interesting story I would like to share with you guys. I wasn't good at memorizing, I even have poor short-term memory. So, any memory that successfully stored in my long term memory is rather important or interesting. Hehe.

  Getting back into the story, we were asked to make a story-telling essay from our English teacher. It was an essay that you have to memorized as a preparation for SPM - section B; continuous writing if I'm not mistaken. So, adik-adik, this is the tricked. Memorize an essay and fit it into the question. I remembered that I write a story of an expert and skillful housewife. Starting from early morning, housewife wake up, do the laundry, prepare kids for school, making breakfast, run up the stairs, waking husband up, ironing husband's cloth bla bla bla...

So that was the essay that I've made up. Hopefully, it reflect the future me. Oh.

*blush

I was so shy to get other people to read my essay but huh, you know this guy, he peeked at my paper, read it from start to the end and even LEAVE A COMMENT and STARS at the end of the paragraph.

I don't remember the whole thing that he wrote but his intention is to praise (?) no, to tease (more suitable adjective) me saying that how good to have wife like the heroin in the story and how the writers can menjiwai watak tu when the writer didn't resemble the character.

Pfffffttt.

 I don't know why we are friends till now.  

Of course the story wasn't end that way. I took revenged on him. Searching for his paper when he felt asleep (Esity was an expert kaki tido in class back then; you can imagine how he can't be noticed sleeping because of his small eyes). I read on his essay - its about a hot stuff guy (Bhahaha!) who was a sprinter (come'on you even arrived the same time as me when merentas desa day) in sports day, and the hero even become a champion (what sprinting champion? You only win on rejam lembing, lontar peluru lah masa sukan..) and the hero won because there is a girl who cheer for him (I found this funny. Kekekeke). The heroin name was Rina I think. Urmm, not important so I can't remember. Haha. Well no one in our batch, or even people we know named Rina, so obviously he make up the name.

The interesting part is, on the next day, Esity received a call and text messages from an unknown number. The girl was from Penang (kot..) and she told that she dialed on wrong number. Do you know the girl name? Her name was RINA. Jeng jeng jeng what a goosebumps. So don't simply-simply make up names ya. Haha.

 That was our English story back then. And that make up what we are today. Esity was currently studying in UKM taking English Languange Study and even I didn't continue in literature but my love for bahasa is everlasting. You may find many, a lot, bunches of error in grammar and sentence structure through my writing in each posts for one reason - I'm still learning.