Melodrama side of life...

assalamualaikum...

It's been long..long since I write anything here. In between that gap, I was trapped in turbulence of emotions. Excitement, bliss, sadness, stressed,...you named it. I've experience changes in life. From a student to a career women. the journey was not pleasant. A lot of things to sort out, a thousands of questions from relatives, neighbors or anybody who knows you..about the same thing...

"are you employed??"

Yeah and not to mention, a lot of money spent to get attention from potential employers, a lot of time spent waiting, and a lot of disappointments and rejection. Yes. That was the challenge to be grown ups.

I am honestly, grateful to be blessed with such a smooth path. The period of waiting has ended for me. Most of my dear friends are still waiting. Waiting for the opportunity to show what a good nurse they are. And I know, they are. It's just a matter of time, for them to end their wait. Of course, it's easier said than done..but trust me, I can relate to their situation. I've been there too.

To cut story short, I am now hired as a nurse in operating theater. Oh, that's another life drama. I never imagine myself to work there. I was first offered position as an intensive care unit (ICU) nurse, the one that I aimed since third year of my study. The one path that I decide as my so called "ideal future". So, it literally felt like a stab to my heart when the HR called, informing me of that I was relocated in OT. Oh, like everything turned blank. I argued, defending my intention to stay in ICU but to no avail. So here I am, exploring a new perspective of nursing. One that I never intended to be a part of.

but there's a saying, " you can take many path to get to the same place"

So, for the time being, the best that I can do is to go with the flow...and explore a new path...
may I find my way back to my destination.

like I love soy drink...

I like soya drink. Ever since I was 8 years old I think. It all started when I read one of the textbook, which I think the Bahasa Melayu textbook. There was a short story, something about establishing good daily routine or so. In the story, the girl woke up early, brushed her teeth, take her breakfast, go to school, do homework then go play, have a glass of milk before sleep, again, brushed her teeth and dozed off early. 

Well, me, being an 8 years old, was fascinated with this story and suddenly got this idea on how to be a 'model daughter'. I copied the routine, just like what's written in the story; except three things: woke up early, dozed off early, and drink milk.I can't do anything about the sleep problem but I somehow modified the part where I need to drink milk. Since I strongly, disliked the taste of milk(especially ones without flavour), I did some improvisation. yeah, I take soy drink. before sleep. I kind off make sure that there'll be a box of seasons soy drink in the shopping cart whenever my dad took us for groceries shopping. That was the first meeting point of me and soy drink. Ever since then, my attachment to soy drink begun. I fell in love. Me and soy drink live happily ever after. 

until...

mimpi

mimpi itu komunikasi antara minda separa sedar kepada minda sedar,

terjemahan emosi dan keinginan diri...

mimpi buat kita percaya tiada yang mustahil,

mimpi boleh mendorong kita maju

tapi 

mimpi juga boleh membawa mudarat, 

jika kita terperangkap dalamnya..

dan hanya mengharap dan membayangkan

sebab itu, mimpi tidak boleh kekal menjadi mimpi.

mimpi perlu jadi realiti.

tanpa terjemahan ke realiti,

 mimpi itu hanya ilusi yang kekal dalam angan...

jika realiti tak seindah mimpi, 

itu cuma hakikat kehidupan,

mana mungkin semua angan jadi nyata..

tapi tak bermakna mimpi harus mati begitu saja.

mimpi, 

untuk jadi realiti 

perlukan usaha...

kerana.. 

mimpi kalau jadi realiti.....

 memang indah....

dare to act your dream....

the next stage..

Assalamualaikum...


 It's time to grow up. There will be no more depending on ayah. It's time to be independent, finding my own way on how to live my life. Somehow I can't imagine life not being a student. I love being student. To be given  low level of accountability yet a fair amount of trust. Now, the consequences of every decision made bears on my own shoulder. I never thought that growing up could be so intimidating but still, it's just another cycle of life to go through.


I heard stories on how some of my seniors struggle to settle with a descent job even though being in a high demand profession. It's demoralizing and sad to know that our qualification was downgraded by our own profession. For now, all that we can do is to try and market ourselves, to whoever whom appreciate our existence. Maybe, things will change. someday....


 As for time being, lets go for job hunting....

:)

At the end of the road...

 Assalamualaikum..


 19th JULY 2012

the last day in pink uniform

The four year journey marked its end today. No words can described the memories that we've made together. No emotions that we haven't been through together. No explanation can decipher the source that bonds us together. No bloodlines was needed to make us feel like we're family.


We fought, we disagree...only to end up with a stronger attachment to each other. Yes we became an item, where everyone plays a vital roles.

On our last day, we had an exam. OSCE. Perhaps the most nerve wreaking exam ever for this four years of study. Then we had pizza together, followed by moment of truth session where each of us gave our farewell speech. most burst into tears, that includes me. Some handle it with smile and humors. but deep inside we were all happy to be apart of each others life for four years. Soon after, 7 of us were called for VIVA session and the rest wait together. It is like the longest day ever we were in uniform, from 8 am to 7pm.
But that doesn't matter. It will be the last time we ever wear it in our very own Nursing department.

a piece of memory that i'll never forget, even though it was taken away in reality, but in my mind, the memories lives on...

And now..it's time for us to fly free. To go on with life, no matter where that road might leads. We might cross each others path, or we might not. Wherever life takes us, no matter how far we will go, one thing for sure...

We had touch each others life that left a deep meaning in our hearts and our memory.

Sisters for 4 years..and forever..

I really love you guys/girls!

may our uhkhuwah stands still forever~~    

Farewell....the Rebung Restaurant

Assalamualaikum..

Farewell dinner at Restoran Rebung...

           All that begins must come to an end. the sad truth of life. After 4 years of joy, tears, sweat and laughter, now, we had reached the end of our roller coaster. Planned by small committee among the beloved classmate, here we are, at Rebung Restaurant...having our last dinner together as a group.

 I'm not going down the memory lane just yet. It's a harsh reality to faced. Will talk about the event details some other time. Instead, fot the time being, let's just talk about the place where the memory was created. 

This is Rebung restaurant, owned by Chef Ismail and Dr Sheikh Muzaphar (yup the astronaut-cum-doctor). Situated in Bangsar. The place usually cater for private event. With RM50, we were allowed to indulge ourselves with finger licking good cuisine in 3 hours. Yes, it offers buffet style of dinning, the kind with 'eat-all-you-can-until-you-can't' style. 

The restaurant was actually a modified bungalow. So it does kinda feels like standing in front of someone's home when you stand at the entrance. Stepping inside the building, you'll be greeted by a totally different ambiance. 

The interior design....

Nursing Annual Dinner...final

assalamualaikum.

Yang terakhir. Nursing Annual Dinner. Alang2 yang terakhir, kami pun nak jugak la rasa special. semua pakat tak naik bas, konvoi dengan kereta. Saya menumpang je. 'Tiada kereta ku bawa kau jalan2' bak kata Jimmy Palikat. Lesen pun tak ada.

Jadi berkonvoi la kami 3 buah kereta. Hasrat nak jadi yang spesial tu termakbul jugak, sebab kami tiba lewat. lebih lewat berbanding VIP. Jadi?? VVIP lah kami malam itu ahaks. setibanya di dewan bangi golf Club resort, bungkusan ini disua, bersama2 pen untuk tanda tangan kehadiran.

  

Goody bag special untuk senior.

Tapi, benda pertama, utama dan paling dikehendaki adalah..............

saya ade ulser

Assalamualaikum..

saya ada ulser di mulut. saya jarang berjodoh dengan ulser, jadi kali ini ulser yg datang membawa bersama kesakitan yang WOW! sakit yang dah meragut tumpuan saya yang patutnya terpaku meneliti nota. ini adalah minggu final exam. final yang final...finally. sebab lepas ini jika tiada aral melintang, saya bukan lagi bergelar seorang pelajar. mungkin agak mengada-ngada disini. tapi who cares. saya perlu diversional therapy!

oh ulser berdenyut lagi. begitu juga dengan kepala yang turut sama terkesan daripada sakit itu. letaknya ulser itu hampir di bibir. jadi bibir pun turut merana. rasa bagai terbakar pun ade. nak senyum pun perlu fikir dua kali, apatah lagi nak ketawa. Ouch. Dua skills refleks yang saya mahir, yang buat saya gembira...kini diragut sementara. oh perlu sembuh segera. kerana minggu ini, saya ada alasan untuk tersenyum lebar. macam mana nak senyum kalau muka berkerut.??

ouch. rasa terbakar lagi. air garam dah dikumur. sampai tertelan pulak. tapi belum berkesan. ade petua lain. letak kicap, letak marjerin, kumur listerin dan macam-macam lagi. Yang paling mujarab ialah minum air yang cukup. sebab itu lah pencegah utama ulser itu. Kini dah terkena. terima je lah.

mungkin perlu beli krim Bonjela. Mereka kata mujarab. Saya tak pernah cuba.
akhir kata. ouch.
watashiwa kuchibiru ga tottemo itai desu. 

sedikit kata semangat.

 sudah!

 perlu pergi menghadap nota.

Insomnia talks...

it's been busy...now it is less busy,

Alhamdulillah my thesis writing was completed. that's the mother of all headache. it's done. yipee! though we got mixed review from our supervisor, i can only hope that we would be confident and knowledgeable enough to fight off all the queries during the research presentation.

to celebrate our freedom, we indulge ourselves with dinner at wang solo ayam penyet and new brand of frozen yogurt in town - Snoggurt. yummy.

yummy. this is mango+chocolate yogurt. it gives of sour and sweet combination. taste just about the same as Tutti Fruiti. A+ for the interior decoration of the shop. comel sgt!

me with sleep deprived face. just look at those eye bags. aiyoo..anyway, they have this section with sofa that looks like a bed- I guess, don't exactly know how to describe it one thing for sure, it was very cozy.

 It was a huge relief when the presentation was postpone caused i'm not in my best state right now. Insomnia had kicked in. Insomnia was history... unfortunately, history was doomed to be repeated.  It's been a week, being an owl. I only slept after 7 am. my ability to focus plummeted. Basically, any information that I gain goes to my short term memory 'inbox'. That is not a good sign. Especially when final exam is coming.

Staying up is not good. it alters your metabolism- you'll tend to eat more ergo, easily to gain weight; it messes with your ability to focus on daytime and worst of all, you'll end up having eye bag with 'panda' eye effect.

So what I did during those wee hours..?

sudah siap!

asalamualaikum...

20 Jun 2012

6.45am, 

Ibnu Sina, Kolej Tun Dr Ismail

 Thesis writing completed!!

muka2 dua hari tak tido malam~~

strangers with obligation

There she lied, confined on a caged bed. As part of her safety caution so they say. In her own isolated unit. Sometime visited by strangers with duty, seldom by her own flesh and blood. Help being offered to ease her burden but almost always, she insist on doing things with her own two hands. Stands, even crawl on her own two feet. She wants to keep being independent. But she's too weak. The strive to be independent always end to no avail. She was always helped.

until one day, out of the blue, she found strength.

the strength to free herself from her caged bed and to the toilet. No one knows how. Perhaps, driven by panicked. Panicked of the sight of blood that she just coughed out from her ailing lung. But...she's too weak. The place where she stood was now the ground where she laid.

Still, she was saved. By none other than strangers with obligation.

Her strength's wearing thin. Coughing out blood became a routine. Still, she seldom seek for aid nor attention. Seldom visited by those who supposed to love her unconditionally.

Then came the day,

Coughing became unbearable. Blood spurted out beyond her limit to tolerate. She no longer possess the will to fight. She was pulse-less.

Still she survived.

But hardly living. Breathing initiated by machine...heart still pumping thanks to medicine. and the rest was under He the All Mighty to control. Visitors came....just to visit...

She fought to survive. and those strangers, had no longer possessed any power to do anything. She was no longer allowed to be saved. Her life is now in the hand of the All Mighty.  Blood pressure steadily decline, pulse became gradually weak...until none of those vitals were detectable. Two days were her limit. Her final destination had arrived.

 As she stared at death, only those strangers were by her side. Strangers who were not there because it was part of their obligation, but stayed for they were morally driven.

For they believe..

No body deserve to be alone when their time is up.


   

 

random

assalamualaikum..

''.....You don't let your own problems affect you, you're never out of control, which is good....but, boring."

-anonymous-

Reality hurts. Even if I do want to change, I doubted that much will be changing. Maybe I just settle with being 'boring'. I'm sure, there are someone who can tolerate boring.

-hard truth in a life of budak skema-  

Singapore: the Universal Studio daa..

assalamualaikum..

The Universal Studio Singapore is among places of attraction in Sentosa Island. A great place for family with small children, theme park lovers.

What you need to know:

the blue sky effect

assalamualaikum..

everyone have something that helps to deescalate their stress. religious approach is almost always the effective method of psychotherapy...a way to share your worries and seek for guidance. don't get it wrong, psychotherapy doesn't mean that you're having mental problems, it's just a label on how to tackle your problem psychologically. Other than that, some chose to listen to music, do sports, reading, and the list goes on and on. for me, staring at a clear blue sky soothe me the best. extra effect if the sky is tainted by puffy, fluffy white things called clouds. the best therapy.

*some might find it weird as i tend to smile when i'm soothing. they might think that i'm some kind of alien that was looking a far to wherever or whichever planet i came from...*sigh.. 

lately, i've faced a lot of issue that make me rethink about the path that i chose for my future, the trust, responsibility and hope that i bear. questioning my capability and my choice. things that made me skeptical about my life in the next 3 or 4 years. i was dumbfounded,  lost my motivation. I forgot to look up the sky. because i'm either out early, when the sun hasn't shine, or home late, when sky is dark, or late in the evening, when my body is tired and my stomach almost scream to be fed. that is when i forgot to look up and say 'ahh, the sky is bright'.

and almost always, i seek for guidance to soothe my doubt and worries. and my prayers were answered the very next day. well at least i think that is the answer i'm looking for. i prayed for motivation, and there i got it. the glimpse of the one who have the 'blue sky' effect on me. i never understood, whenever my heart was burdened with problems that demotivates me, i will almost always cross path with the person with that 'blue sky' vibes. and it did uplift my motivation. so that should equals to an answered prayers does it?? 

maybe it means nothing...but for sure, it means something to me. to that 'blue sky' person, thanks for the inspiration. 

bijak..bijak...

salam..


apa itu definisi pandai, bijak, dan yang sewaktu dengannya?
bagaimana kebijaksanaan itu diukur?

berdasarkan keputusan peperiksaan? lagi banyak 'A' yang dikumpul, makin bijak la sesorang itu.
atau...
kejayaan dalam hidup? mempunyai profession yang disegani, punya harta dan wang berjuta..
atau
penghormatan daripada orang di sekeliling? diiktiraf masyarakat, menang pelbagai anugerah dan pengiktirafan..


hmmm...


bagi saya, kebijaksanaan itu adalah keupayaan manusia memproses maklumat yang diterima, memahaminya,  menyimpan dan seterusnya memanipulasikan maklumat tersebut menjadi sesuatu yang berguna untuk diri dan masyarakat. Maklumat yang berguna itulah diangkat sebagai ilmu.

pada dasarnya kita semua makhluk ciptaan Allah yang pandai. Kerna Allah menganugerahkan manusia dengan akal. setiap manusia, paling tidak, akalnya mampu untuk menerima dan menyimpan maklumat yang diterima. apabila kita memahami maklumat tersebut, secara tak langsung proses pembelajaran telah pun bermula. yang membezakan tahap kebijaksanaan manusia adalah

decorative flowers

assalamualaikum

D.I.Y

learned from youtube 

inspired by sazwani majuad

decorative flowers

serve as brooch or 

decoration on hair accessories, books or anywhere relevant...

materials : cloth, thread and needle, superglue, scissor 

 

I just love artwork and craft..this is addictive. 

A day in Perak

Assalamualaikum

singapore: planning your trip :)

assalamualaikum

Singapore marked as the fourth country that i've conquered this year. So we heard about this place called Universal studio in Sentosa Island Singapore...and luckily we stumbled upon a flight ticket with reasonable bargain. Off we (me, dilla, Kak vee and Kak Ju) to Changi Airport, Singapore. Since our focus is the Universal Studio Singapore (USS) alone, we did not really explore other places.

before i go on telling you what so good about this Universal Studio, let me just share on how to make your trip possible.


So,

How to plan your trip?

Kem Kompetensi Generik UKM

assalamualaikum

Been to Langkawi for Kem Kompetensi Generik and BTN which is an annual program for nursing department UKM for first year and final year student. among the best activities are cooking competition and trip to Pulau Tuba.

1. Cooking competition.
what so great about it? well try imagine cooking in a group with limited of resources and without any means of communication. All. including sign language and even smiling. our group was given a box of cabbage and set of pots for cooking. to get any other ingredient, we need to depend on other groups mercy. I was caught twice for smiling and exempt from cooking works for almost 40% than other team members. I can stand not talking but smiling is a part of my involuntary muscle reflex.

in the end, we successfully cooked a decent meal with nice presentation...only to learn that we can only

thoughts on love

Assalamualaikum.

Scientist researched on love and says that it's all mediated by chemical chain of reaction. how phenyl ethylamine is created when you are attracted to someone. then dopamine and norepinephrine being produce whenever you thought about that person, making you feel very excited. this is where all those physiological manifestation took place: flushed cheek, racing heartbeat. those feeling is toned down by serotonin that makes you relax and put yourself in a state of happiness. then those feeling moves to another stage. Commitment. hormones called oxytocin and vasopressin are responsible for feeling of connection with someone, ties our feelings to memories and contribute to fidelity to the one you love. huh, science always finds its way to prove everything.

But above all those chemicals and scientific terms

Must see: Paris

Assalamualaikum...

You’ll get magnificent view around Paris. Don't worry. The architecture, the museum, the canal, and even small café is eye catching. Be sure to have a good camera and extra batteries if you’re into photography. You will also see a lot of beautiful historical buildings. It is a waste to just see them and not knowing the stories it hold. So the solution is, join a walking tour. Don’t worry about budget. There are a few free walking tours for you to join. Of course, at the end, it’s up to your conscience to reward them for their service. They will take you around main attraction and feed you with interesting facts about it.

the guy was our tour guide. His English is gooood!

We joined one of the free walking tour by Sandermans Tour. Their gathering point is at St. Michel. The tours are available in French and English; up for you to choose. It last for 3 hours. The tour guide did a really good job; he was jovial and tells history in a ‘comical’ way. So it was not boring at all. Here are some places that you might consider to visit while in Paris.

*Things that I'm about to share is based on the information I got from the tourist guide, by what I experienced, and what I read. :)

1. Eiffel tower (pronounced as e-fell)

self-talk

I want to say that i don't have enough time...but who does?
I want to say that I'm busy but no one is free..
I want to shout that I'm sick and tired...but so does everyone else..
I want to say that I'm not fit to lead others, but no one else is up for the challenge...
I hate the fact that I care much about others than myself, but I can't change that attitude..


I always try to understand others but at this moment, nobody seem to understand me...
people may see your potential...but only you yourself knows your limit.
and i'm at my limit..

baucer buku

assalamualaikum...

Giving rm200 to a shopaholic is like giving an ice cream to a child. Yummy! Sekali harung je habis. Nak lagi shopping buku..tanpa keluar duit sendiri. waaa...shopping and books. two things that I love the most! That's equivalent to having Haagen Dasz ice cream! double happiness!! terima kasih baucer buku! you made my day!

oh yeah, after almost 4 years in KL, this is the first time I explore KLCC. Been there before but it was just like a trip to the foodcourt, masa trip APNSC dulu. sedih je kan?!

kinokuniya KLCC...besar giler. rasa nak camping je dalam ni!

the shopper =) shopaholic mana boleh shopping satu beg je. haish~~

Hasil tangkapan...

Critical Care Nursing : sebab frust x dapat ambik elective critical. hehe. x la, memang bajet hundred untuk buku nursing.

Jodi Picoult : Cari House Rules tapi dah habis cetakan. sedih je, dari ipoh sampai KL cari x jumpe. last2 jumpa yang ni, The Pact, macam best je.


Personality plus : buku psikologi untuk kenal pasti personaliti. kenapa beli? entah, tersampuk dengan aura mental health elective sem lepas kot. baru selak2. best!


Singapore Ghost stories : Mak mesti da agak aku beli buku ni. Kat rumah dah boleh buat collection. mak pun suka baca. like mother like daughther.


stationaries: huh? dua ketul buku dengan 3 batang pen je?? buat cukup syarat. yang ni x payah tunggu baucer, bila2 masa pun boleh beli.

mesti korang rasa huh? semua ni RM200 ke. Actually it's rm204. Over bajet jugak. sikit giler! pen pun 3 batang je. I bet others got 3 times, more items than I do.but I'm glad that I shop according to what I planned.

Haa..bahagia nye dapat shopping!

final year blues..

assalamualaikum...

It's happening. The beginning of the end...and they made me class rep. I DON'T WANT TO BE CLASS REP.!!! especially this semester. I'm too tired to handle myself, can I manage others?

Been tired and short of breath lately, my sleep hours was totally off, night felt like day. Its obvious. Mum and Dad always lectured me for being an owl throughout the sem break. It's like my circardian rhythm had loss its sanity. This is not jet lag caused that ended a week after i landed back in Malaysia. My immune system is low, rhinitis comes and go like whenever they want dragging along the hay fever. I don't know what I'm having. With all that symptoms? Final year blues?? The time that people think you are up for the challenge but you still doubted yourself. Stress maybe...

 ..but as much as I don't want this responsibility so does the other 24 people in the class. Someone got to do it anyway. Guess I'm that 'lucky' one.


 Ya Allah please ease my path~~


huh...Enough whining over your fate Nisa. Get a grip.


oh by the way, rep. = representative.

Paris : Bahasa Perghanchiss

assalamualaikum..

Nak pergi France tapi tak tahu cakap perghanciss?? ape nak buat..oh no OH NO!!!!!

chills...I don't understand a word but still survived being there for 3 days.

BUT!

Better learn it or get a good dictionary or anyone who speak the language. In France, if you don’t know their language, you might have some trouble or unpleasant experienced. Ye la, bayang kan emergency nak cari toilet tak jumpa, tanya orang, semua bagi direction bahasa perghanchiss. idok ke naye di buatnye? (bak kata orang perak). Well it did happened to me, nasib baik orang tu tau cakap english. pheww!!

I admired how they preserved their language from foreign influence, particularly English. Just like Japanese. Bayangkan kat Malaysia semua bangsa boleh cakap bahasa melayu...kan bahagia (kerja kat wad..). Malangnya ada rakyat malaysia yang tak tahu berbahasa Melayu..so sad..by the way, yeah, people there rarely speak English, even at ticketing counter. They might know but they just don't bother. they think......

beadwork: Butterflies

assalamualaikum


Projek tertangguh...last2 minit baru terjumpa manik. So, Wawa, nah ambik kau. Nak sangat rama2 kat baju!

motif : Rama-rama terkurung di atas baju kurung

inspired by : ParadiseKiss

the tools

 Hasil nya....

kat hujung tangan

hujung tangan ngan hujung baju..

full picture...tang tengkuk x sempat, gilos, dua hari je nak siapkan...

satu lagi on the way tak siap...belum bley letak jarum lagi..

=(

oh ye..tak menerima tempahan kerana belum yakin dengan hasil tangan sendiri..

projek utk adik beradik je...

p/s:first project

Paris: Accomodation

I’m sure, there’s plenty of good hotel in Paris, it all depend on your budget. For a low budget travel, travel lodge is the best option you have. At least that the only option we had. There are few hostel, with reasonable charges. We chose one called Aloha Hostel. We picked this one as it is the nearest to most of the main attraction in Paris.

the Aloha Hostel

the facilities

Paris: the Eiffel Tower

After 8 hour journey by coach (or bus) from Amsterdam, we arrived in Paris! From the Euroline coach station, we took a tube from Gallieni to Volontaires station, which was nearby to the place we’ll be staying throughout the 3 days 2 nights journey. The rides took about 45minutes.

 The weather was cold that day, the wind felt like sharp knives stabbing your skin. We got no idea where to go, ask around and were directed to Rue Borromee, the location of pre-booked hostel. We checked in, kept our heavy backpack, took a refreshing shower, get a good map and head down the road. The first destination……Eiffel Tower!! This tower used to be one of the 7 wonders of the world, and now, it remains the main attraction to visit Paris.

huh, finally!

A day in Amsterdam

The journey from London-France-Amsterdam took almost 12 hours. We took a coach from London, then board a ferry to cross the English Channel to France and then continue the coach ride to Amsterdam. It only cost around 38 pound sterling for that ride.

If you value time over money, other options to travel there from England are:

- train by Eurostar; it travels through English channel via underwater tunnel at high speed and very cool! 

- Airplane, if you are claustrophobic.

almost ending

assalamualaikum....

and there goes the last paper....

some went back straight away, others go jogging, watch movies..

saffa and I chose to pamper our stomach at Pak Hailam's kopitiam @ Tesco Cheras

my share...

itadakimas~~

three layer tea

 and

fried mee hoon with curry chicken

comment: Just OK and a bit pricey...Saffa's choice of asam laksa taste yummy though..




compare to this biscuits...

it only cost 46 pence in UK, about RM2.50....look how much money they're making here...
possibly the hassle of importing drove them to sell it for this price..

this used to sum up breakfast, lunch and dinner most of the days in the previous 2 months....

yeah, I am definitely putting on weight here..

The Wicked

assalamualaikum...

10th January 2012

The Apollo Victoria Theater

Another activities that you might consider to do in London is to watch a play. Jujurnya, aku tak pernah tengok teater. professional teater. memang berhajat pun satu hari nak pergi tengok teater kat istana budaya. tapi belum jumpa naskah yang menarik. Memandangkan teater atau kat London more to broadway ni is a part of their culture, so we decided to watch it. well at least it was Gervanne who are eager to go....and I have to thank her for that. The show was really good. 

The play is called Wicked. It's a musical theater. Aku pun tak tahu jalan cerita nya macam mana sebelum tengok tak pernah google atau baca apa-apa review pun. dalam kepala aku, kalau teater english mesti nak tengok phantom of opera. Tapi tiket mahal. Jadi jumpa la show yang ni. Nasib baik dapat harga murah sikit. around 15 pound (originally 23pound)

the stage. that dragon up there can move and speak.

in front of the entrance

sesuai dengan harga tiket tu, seat nye pun punya la jauh kat belakang. second last row. tu haa, jauh kat atas. 

huhu, secara keseluruhannya, saya bagi 5 bintang. haha. Sebab cerita dia fun, dialog kelakar, pelakon semua best2. Lagu dalam cerita ni sangat la best. semua pelakon pun boleh menyanyi dengan superb. Tak de langsung yang sumbang. The emotion can be felt in their singing. Best la. Part sedih rasa sedih part kelakar semua orang gelak.

jauh betul...boleh sewa teropong kecik harga 1 pound.... 

Dalam teater tu no camera are allowed during the show. so nak record atau ambik gambar memang tak boleh la. Orang yang kerja kat situ pun rajin meronda. yang pelik nya kat Youtube banyak pulak video orang rakam, siap ada 2hours full version lagi. adeh kelakar..so, thanks to them, now you can also watch this show.  

so, pe ke bendanya cerita Wicked ni???

pernah tengok wizard of Oz tak? aku tak pernah pun, tahu nama je. in case korang pernah tengok, dalam cerita wizard of Oz tu, ada character Glinda, the good witch of north dan the wicked witch of the east. teater Wicked ni berdasarkan dua karakter tu. 

untuk menjimatkan masa korang, tak payah google. ni haa, aku tengah rajin buat summary untuk teater Wicked ni. tapi ikut ape yang aku ingat la...

Elphaba (the wicked) dengan Glinda (the good witch) ni adalah dua orang yang sangat berbeza. Glinda popular, cantik and you can guess other package that comes with that. Elphaba pulak opposite, dia tak disukai sebab kulit dia hijau. YES. hijau macam shrek. tapi fizikal yang lain normal. depan orang dia kasar tapi dia baik hati. Elphaba ni ade seorang adik name dia Nessa (macam nama aku pulak) yang half paralyze dari kecik. Ayah dia tak suka Elphaba sebeb dia lahir out of wedlock. ( boleh bukak kamus ye cari maksud) so tugas dia kat situ sebenarnya utk jaga Nessa je. Tapi sebab dia ade talent utk jd witch, dia pun jadi student kat situ, Nak dijadikan cerita Glinda dengan Elphaba ni jumpa kat sekolah magik, pastu jadi roomate. mula-mula hubungan mereka tak baik tapi lama2 diorg jadi best friend. 

lagu: popular.

scene : Glinda tengah cuba nak make over Elphaba.

tipikal la, tiap2 cerita mesti ada hero. So hero dalam cerita ni nama dia Fiyero, a prince who claims to have never think. hidup dia untuk enjoy. Glinda yang suka dengan Fiyero tapi last2 Fiyero suka dengan Elphaba. Elphaba ni memang talented dalam magik, Glinda tak. tapi malangnya Elphaba ni kene trick sampai dia dianggap witch jahat. semua orang tak percaya dia kecuali Glinda dengan Fiyero.

lagu: I'm not that girl

scene : Elphaba serba salah sebab dia suka Fiyero 

Fiyero bertunang dengan Glinda lepas Elphaba lari hilangkan diri. Tapi last2 bila dia jumpa Elphaba balik, dia pun decide untuk selamatkan Elphaba. disebabkan tu dia kene hukum ikat kat kayu pastu kene seksa sampai dia bagi tahu mana Elphaba.  Elphaba pun culik sorang budak perempuan untuk tebusan supaya diorang lepaskan Fiyero. tapi xkene layan. So she cast a spell that fiyero would not feel any pain inflicted on him. Maka Fiyero tu pun kene sumpah jadi scarecrow.

lagu: defying graviti

scene ; masa elphaba first time larikan diri

Glinda sakit hati, dia secara tak sengaja dah menyebabkan Nessa mati. Elphaba dapat tahu pastu diorang gaduh, tapi last2 dua2 boleh terima hakikat. Diorang still kawan baik. Lepas Fiyero xde, Glinda ni jadi kesayangan masyarakat kat Oz, so Elphaba tak nak rosakkan reputasi dia. Akhirnya, Elphaba suruh Glinda buat2 macam dia selamat kan budak perempuan yang Elphaba culik pastu hapuskan dia supaya tak ada orang yang dapat tahu yang sebenarnya diorang kawan baik. Glinda buat dengan berat hati. in the end, Elphaba sebenarnya hidup tapi dia menyorok dari Glinda dan hidup dengan Fiyero yang dah ditukar menjadi Scarecrow. Glinda jadi pemerintah kat Oz.

lagu: for good

scene : before they say goodbye

~~the end~~

teringin pulak nak tengok teater kat Malaysia..

macam mimpi..

Dah dua minggu jejak kaki semula ke Malaysia...

setelah dua bulan hidup berkelana, merantau di bumi orang..

aku masih x percaya yg dah jejak kaki kat negara orang..

after spending 22 years confined in Malaysia, this is the first time I ever see the world beyond Malaysia..

you know, things that happen first time...

have a special spot in your memory.. 

and always hard to forget..

so...

ape yang da jd 2 bulan lepas rasa mcm mimpi...

orang tanya aku, rindu London x?

aku akan jawab..

hooo YeaH..

bukan nak poyo, tapi jujur dengan perasaan sendiri..

aku rindu London...

mungkin sebab dah adapt dengan hidup kat sana,

hidup berdikari..

naik bas sendiri..kadang2 pergi keluar shopping sendiri..

jalan2 kat London pada masa tu dah macam jalan2 kat Malaysia..

Bila dah balik jalan2 kat Malaysia pulak rasa macam jalan2 kat London..

YA 

aku rindu London..jauh disudut hati..

especially their parks....

breathtaking..

the perfect please to be during this stressful week..

exam..

Oxford University Park

ok 

SNAP!

dah, continue study!

mission imPOSSIBLE...

assalamualaikum...

we decided to be bold and get ourselves to Amsterdam and Paris, without knowing any of their language. we did walking tour with heavy luggage on our back. walk around amsterdam. Today we reached paris.


Amsterdam was quite ok, most of them can response in english, but paris..phew...better get a dictionary or learn the language if you ever want to come here..headache!


haven´t slept in bed for 2 days and my leg can barely take a step. oh ya, kasut koyak. what are the odds. dah la barang mahal kat Paris ni. kalau la boleh jalan pakai selipar jepun je. huh, just need to push myself to keep on walking, only 2 days left here...


will update on our activities later..

7th week : farewell...

assalamualaikum

this is my last week here, in Chase Farm HTT. I spent the first 2 days of the week at treatment wards. Imet local student nurse there who are very warm and welcoming. yeah, I was much more active here, in terms of activities and contact with patient. There was this one somalian lady, a patient there, whom I've met before during visit with CJ at recovery house. she has this habit of staring at me. and she did it again on wards. I got goosebumps but still, I need to compose my self. I am relief as she was not violence towards me. Instead, she was asking whether she can have my head scarf. I went blank. Oh yeah, she's  a muslim. now I remember. I diplomatically declined but she started to reach for my scarf. I prayed, please, don't let her tug the 'crown' that i've been wearing with pride in this country. Alhamdulillah, a staff came and intervene. SAFE! 

the next day, I saw her wearing a head scarf. that was my last day on that ward, because I was only there for two days. I did see her again that week, still wearing her head cover.

then, it's back with home treatment team. this 3 days seem to be very short. It felt like I was just here yesterday. towards my last day, I look at the board. the one that they use to allocate patient to the team members. there was my name written there, along with the patient I'm assigned to handle. It was only for phone call, but still, to have my name written there was like a life-time achievement (over pulak). 

I dropped by AAC few times and spent some time with them. they were happy to see me and so do I. It felt like I'm already one of the staff there. No one look at me weirdly as I entered their territory. I'm free to move around, even though wearing hijab, without anyone looking at me differently...except few patients, oh well, they might be having paranoid issues. 

My mentor who was supposed to be on his annual leave drop by to say hi, we all took some pictures together. 

then came Friday. It's time to go. I was saying goodbye to everyone. then they stopped me and pull out something from the kitchen cabinet. 

tadaa!!

 This was the second time they gave me chocolates. There is significant behind this. Chocolates are unanimously loved by everyone in this team. They said, they love to have me here, as much as they love chocolates. 

I cried. gosh, I promised not to cry. I guess I was never good at saying goodbye.

Enfield East Home Treatment Team..

Thank you so much for everything..

until we meet again..