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.