we got a name for her

salam everyone!

new update about my niece

well we got a name for the new baby!

it's Izzah Insyirah

sweet rite? as sweet as the baby...

and as the generous aunty sya (konon perasan) for the baby with full support towards exclusive breast feeding to the baby, i gave her a little bean's electric breast pump. so, her mother can expresed the breast milk easily and she can drink as much as she want and grow faster. of course....it dried out my saving. but for my lovely niece, i think it worth buying. so izzah, be a good girl k. haha

and special note to my dear brother, with my 'ciput' salary i can buy for ur baby a costly breast pump, i think with ur many K salary, i expect something BIG if i get pregnant and have a baby. haha

*twink twink

2 signs

every morning...when i was driving alone, with blood full with sleeping hormone, going to my workplace, i kept on thinking the same thing.

"which other field that i'm good at?"

" what other talent i got apart from playing doctor everyday?"

that questions kept on flashing in my head. that's not a good sign right? because for me, it's a sign that u dont have your heart on what u are doing right now. a sign of disappoinment of my own self. how much i didn't enjoy what i am doing right now.

the frustration keep rising up day by day. plus with so inhuman working hour, require you to keep awake for more than 24h.

i am strong, i always am! but i dont know, lately with exhausted mind and soul, that two questions are my best friends.

but you know what, no matter how hard my white and grey matter working for the solution, up until now, i'm still dont have the answer for that. and that is the obvious sign that i am meant to be a doctor for the rest of my life.

isyaNIA

my other half.....

my best best best best BEST friend ever in my life is getting married. and honestly i am so happy for him, to see him moving forward looking for a happy life with his love one.

but at the same time...it feels like i'm going to lose someone who has been a shoulder for me to cry on for the past almost 10 years. it's inside, slowly tearing apart and leaving me.

it's mixed feeling............

playing with those tiny fingers

salam everyone...

im back to rock the blog. well, for the past 1-2 months ago, so many things happened.and of course sometime, it did change my view about something and towards something. well i knew that i've changed. being more mature and positive about my life, i hope!

so last february....i entered a new department. with a new enviroment and a lot of new things to be catched in short time. as usual la kan...

and it also means that....i survived the O+G posting. it was a not-so-good experience to me. and honestly i hate it. i just hate it.

my sis in laws also already reached the term period of pregnancy. the baby will be out in any time. and i am so excited to welcome the new member of our small family.

in my new posting aka pediatrics

the pressure also high. they just so high expectation. and it did pressure me a lot. so many things to be read again and again and again. this 1st 1 month, i was posted to neonatal ward which mean i have to handle those small tiny fingers that just 1-2h of life. initially i do have problem handling that tiny baby. but i guess i am quite good right now. haha

i'll update about my life again later. c ya!

I just could't say yes anymore

hey everyone!

did you enjoy ur raining season? me? em well as you know, i love rainy day. but with my working life, i have no oppurtunities to enjoy it. it even cause me become deppresed because i have to work on da rainy day. especially when you have to oncall in the weekend with rains pouring down cats and dogs.

im sure all of you want to see the update for my crazy life rite? it is still crazy, even much much more crazy than before. 2 years ago, i was so in love with obgyn. i even saw myself being part of them in da future. but after almost 3 months with them, too much flaws i saw. and i just can not accept the fact that all the mismanagement that occured in ward or in labour room was caused by us which also known as hamba orang (ho). when we did a mistake, they will bang the whole world about it. are we the bunch of people that only know how to make a mistake. it's hurt you know to accept the fact that the thing that you love 2 years ago now seem to be like an enemy to me. it really2 hurt.

but like what i always said before, life must go on. keep on put the smile on your face no matter how cruel they are. let them know that you are strong.

deeply from my heart,

isyania

well....it is quite true

hey everyone!

i found this in FB. someone wrote this and seriously, it is interesting to be shared with all of you.

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Criterias for becoming a Malaysian Govt Doctor. Theres no need for an aptitude test. Students should consider these requirements:

1. No life outside medicine; this includes dating, sports, clubbing, chores for your parents and visiting the toilet

2. Not to live with your parents. Move out ASAP as they will never understand the ludicrous working hours that u go through. Furthermore, chores are not suitable for u as to rule No. 1.

3. Not to be married until completion of all 4 years of Govt Compulsory service as u will be transferred left and right to some of the most remote Govt clinics in Malaysia. Having wife and kids to follow you to your new working area may increase high level of stress on all parties. Furthermore, if your spouse is a Govt Doctor, he/she will also be transferred away from u and no matter what appeal is made, KKM will put up a deaf ear (unless u have big cables or of a certain skin color).

4. If married, no to have children until u finish all 4 years of Govt Compulsory service, as to which u and your spouse will not have much time for your child/children or they end up not recognizing u and refer the Indonesian maid as their mother (change in language patterns commonly follow).

5. To obtain life insurance once your govt service begins as there is not many claims for accidents during work. Don't be fooled, Doctoring in Malaysia is hazardous.

6. Able to withstand 36 hours of non stop work and stress without mistakenly labeling Left for Right or uvula for vulva (or Volvo S40)

7. To buy a car with complete safety features (like I'm doing) which includes multiple airbags, ABS, EBD, side-front-rear-top-parallel and diagonal impact bars and seat belts to ensure survivability if u are involved in an accident because your driving resembled a drunkard maniac after working in the hospital for 40 hrs non stop.

8. Constant supply of coffee

9. Nicotine Patch as u will have the urge to start smoking due to overwhelming stress

10. Interest in watching medical sitcoms such as House MD, Scrubs, ER, Grays Anatomy and Chicago Hope to inspire u to continue your life as a doctor as the exciting things u see on TV does not resemble the real life of a Malaysian govt doctor.

11. Not to have any pets or plants (not even cactuses) as u will have no time to feed or care for them and eventually all will end up in your mortuary.

12. Able to endure the stench of your own sweat as to when 36 hours "on call" does not permit u time to bathe or freshen up.

13. Able to carry on working without food or water over 15 hours. ( I was in OT for 16 hrs without food, water or bathroom breaks). If during fasting month, able to break your fast with ?water for injection? as u had no time to buy food.

14. Able to come to work with fever/cough/illness or physical disability (sprained ankle etc) as to which doctors do not deserve MCs. (My MO was on crutches during rounds)

15. Able to stand scolding, destructive criticism, kiss ass behaviors, racial bias, finger pointing, scape goating, and in competency from your superiors.

16. Able to withstand the jealousy when your friends call u up for some fun and ur stuck in the hospital during on call.?

well....it is quite true. i encountered some similar condition during my training. i even had one nurses, helping me to break my fast during ramadhan by inserting one dates into my mouth because that time i was busy putting the catheter to one unstable male that need to be send to ICU STAT! my right hand was holding the catheter and my left hand was holding the thing that u r imagine in ur head right now.

because of that reasons.......i put all the mo and specialist high up. for me, they are the strongest persons that i've ever met in my life. able to going through all the difficulties to reach that spot. and i do hope, i will be on that spot one day.

isya nia....fighting!!!!

p/s: the no 9 was not related with me at all because i'm not a smoker.

a letter

"to my dear right middle and index fingers, im really really sorry for giving both of you such a hardtime. i know the workload that i've given to u are beyond you imagination. but what can i do, when other people are also relying on you. but trust me sayang, just try to bear with it for another 4 months, then we will be free (insyaAllah)."

the commonest things that need this two fingers are:

1-peace sign
usually been use while posing in front of camera.

2-VE
what VE stand for??? it's vagina examination.

and trust me, that is my daily routine because currently i am in Obstetric and Gynaecology posting. just 4 days of life in this posting, my two fingers already in pain. still can feel the spasm of the muscle of my right arm. i just couldn't count how many VE i've done. how many baby i help to bring them safely to this world. how many times i was sitting in between two legs, try to repair the damage after delivery.

during my student time, i did ask 1 HO about the feeling, sitting there while repairing someone's vagina in 3 am. and you know his answer?

"wordless"

i hate doing that. it is a dirty job. it mix with blood, liqour and human feces. and of course, this three combination produce such a 'dolce&gabbana, lancome and gucci' perfume. my my nose only around 15-20cm from the source, nicely been covered with 1 face mask that only get rid 20-30% of the smell. but when i started doing it, i will give my very best to repair it. why? because i am a human plus i am a woman. when i want to wear a shirt or baju kurung, i'll wear those that suit, well made and fit enough with my body. so, when i repair the damage, i put my feeling into the patients. of course, if i was in patient's situation, i will always wish for the best. and that feeling keep me awake and alert while doing the repair.

so at the end, although i keep cursing myself for doing this kind of job.... i end it with satisfaction. looking at those well stitches vagina made by my dearly two hands. a masterpiece. haha

my advice to all woman in this world, plz kindly give extra care to you vahjayjay...it is a gift from god. we need to appreciate it's beauty and it's magic. because we are human, so into beautiful things. right?

emmm...... am i to open talking about it????

a sweet bye bye for medical

alhamdulillah....

complete 1 killer posting i guess. got 5 to go.

as u know, i started my career as a doctor with medical posting. everyone around me kept telling me how lucky i am to start my housemanship training with medical posting. at least, i will face the common illness in society, plus there is a lot of procedures that i can hands on and manage them medically.

well, because of that, i kept praising to god, how beautiful HE arrange my life. but, to get the sweetness from medical posting, i have to go through so many disgusting and heart wreaking situation in my life. how i face the 1st death in my life, how a patient that happily talking to me, then later drop dead in front of me, and entertained so many weird behaviour and request from a creature named human. but i took all of them as a challenge to me and try to gain something from them.

the first 3 months in medical......

i kept cursing this posting. i didn't see at all the beautiful things about medical until i was been posted in isolation wad, managing less than 5 patients and being alone, depending only to me and myself.

yes, i am lucky because i have a small number of patient to be taken care of.

but, being alone there, really teach me something. at least, i know how to be independent without my colleague to back me up. and i like it. plus...i got someone that really really good in teaching. *twink twink

but when i just started to enjoy the sweetness of medical....

my time with them goes to the end. at least during this 4 months of posting, i did learn a lot. very valuable stuffs to help me to survive later in another posting.

medical is a nice posting. maybe, one day, i'll end up being medical speacialist. who knows rite? well good bye medical. gonna miss u and all the wonderful people in medical.

p/s: gonna miss ur scent, ur laugh an ur voice.

i told my mum

i told my mum....i like old guy. not just 2-3 years older, but 8-10+ years older than me. and my mum gone crazy.

i told my mum....i like chubby guy. and my mum said..it is acceptable.

i told my mum....i like 'buncit' guy. but not as buncit as 8 months pregnant lady. and my mum said....as u wish my dear.

i told my mum...i had a crush and i can see she's smiling to me. because i never talk 'guys' with her.

and i told my mum...i had a crush to a wrong guy. and with a very serious face....she said to me, "better stop now or u will suffer later".

it is just one sided crush...will disappeared over time. i hope.

but honestly, i do love this feeling.

late confession

one guy, 40+ year old, married

an asthmatic patient

during my oncall night, i stay in that ward for the whole night because i was worried about his unstable condition. he had frequent asthma attack. when the attack came, he was like a fish that have been thrown on the ground, gasping for air with blank staring eye. begging for help.

and when the attack resolved, he was so exhausted.

then when i reviewed him again at 2am in the morning, he made a confession. a confession that i think came deeply from his heart. the most sincere confession he ever made in his life.

"doctor, if i can turn back time, i wanna stop smoking or i dont wanna be a smoker at all. i'm not gonna touch it if i know this is what gonna happen to me. i am too exhausted. and i dont think i can stand another attack."

he didn't sleep the whole night. he kept looking at the monitor, that showing his vital signs.

then 1 day later, i got a news that he passed away after having a severe asthma attack. yes, his death leave a mark in my heart. not because of how lovely he was that night, able to laugh with me, but because how his wife react with his death. the specialist took about 30mins to convince the wife that the husband was gone. but she kept saying that his husband will wake up again.

she was in denial state. yesterday she was a wife, then today the title change to a single mother.

and about that confession.....it was a LATE CONFESSION.

5 years of pain for 10 seconds of fame

salam ramadhan everyone!!!!

finally, i was graduating from USM on last 4th of august 2010. received the scrool from our dear chancellor.


what i can desribe about that day is..." i've been through 5 years of hardship only for 10 seconds of fame on that stage".

but trust me...

that 10 seconds was very meaningful enough to you until u didnt care about the past 5 years of hardship. that is the magic of graduating!

of course there's a lot of camwhoring pose from us. but i'll try to upload it later when i'm free enough to surf the internet which i dont know when. haha

so lets enjoy the ramadhan first wif zikir and praise to god. alhamdulillah..............

the early morning creatures

what are the things that human loves to do???

for me....i guess sleeping.

well during my working life, i cant denied about the important of enough sleep. before this i can sleep at 1-2am. but now, 930pm is my sleeping time. and i started to appreciate every single time of my life.

during my study time, i prefer to wake up late on weekend. and i believe that other people also love to do the same thing too. but lately, my cycle of life strted at early morning. and i am seeing a new enviroment which i miss for about 24 years.

while driving alone in da middle of subuh....i started to appreciate the early morning creatures that already awake early than me.

the pak cik penjual surat khabar

the old peoples that walking alone to go to surau to perform their subuh prayer

nasi lemak sellers

even the chickens and cows. they woke up early than us.

that time i started to accept what i am doing currently. i have to wake up early every morning but still got a good salary. not like them, which the income not so stable.

and one more thing....

trust me, the sunrise is beautiful.

dear god...i think i am lucky to have this life.

the 3rd death

salam everyone....

personally, i think im a strong tough gurl. although sometimes, i can feel how fragile i am inside but i tried to mask that fragility by showing my confident face to everyone surrounding me.

and it works until i face the 3rd death in my HO life.

he was a young and very nice guy. just got married 3 weeks prior to admission. and i can feel the love that surrounding this young newly wed couple. actually, i was not the one that should reviewed him because he was not in my cubicle. but, that day, i decided to help my friend to review him after completed my job.

and from that, i started to get to know him. yes, he was weak that day. and i know he was not ok. but i kept telling him that everything will be ok. and not like other patients....he just listened to me. there's one episode, he was coughing blood. i came to him, and he was panicked. his eyes showed me how scared he was that time. and i just put my hand on his chest, asked him to breath normally. and just like before....he listened to me.

but later, he was coughing blood again. massively. and only god knows how scared i am that time. i kept telling myself that he wont die. but dear GOD loves him much more than us. and he just gone.

i was there...being the last doctor staying beside him. gaining the courage to pronounce the death to his 3 weeks old wife.

after i pronounced the time of death, i straight away picked my bag and run to my car. but before i reached to my car, i cried. not the usual cry. i just knew him for 1 day, but his kindness and friendlyness already touch me. and his death affect me until now.

may ALLAH blessed him.

AL-FATIHAH

time of my life

wake up at 530am

at hospital at 630am

go back home at 6pm

this is my daily cycle. when i'm in hospital, all i can see is patients. and the life in the ward was so hectic until i combine my breakfast+lunch+dinner into 1. and at the same time, i didnt notice about how time goes by. tup tap tup tap it was 5pm. i am glad that the time fly so fast. so i can go back home and have a nice rest. but at the same time, i noticed something. because of that, i am getting old faster than before.

someone told me that i have no life working as a doctor. and i was so mad about that. i know im busy being an HO (Hamba Orang) until i got so limited time for myself. up until now, i still got no chance to watch one world cup's game completely. miss the chance to support my favourite team. and now i have no time to play sport. i miss all the time when i sweat a lot after the game. drinking the water while laughing with my teammates. i miss all those time. but that is my past life. now im in a new chapter of my life. and im still on da way to adapt it.

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no matter how lame it is, it is my life.

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no matter how plain it is, i'll put some colour on it.

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no matter how silent it is, i'll humming the music

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and no matter how suck it is, i'll accept it, and try to change it.

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you, human.... have no rights at all to say i have no life. everyone got one life. and let him or her decide how he/she wants to colour it.

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so please....i got my life. it is beautiful on it's own way.

the first death

when i was a kid, there's someone that always come to my house, spent a few nights and then disappeared. i never asked my parents about him. cause i believe that, he might be someone that my parents know, or maybe have a blood relationship with us. when he came, he just took a small space in my living room, prepared his rokok daun and started smoking.i can still remember how the rokok daun was on his lips, and how he was wearing his serban. when we have our dinner or lunch, he will join us. and my parents treated him like a family. and again, i have no urge at all to ask my parent about who he is.

and then time goes by, and a few years later....he disappeared.

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during my first week of tagging, there was one patient. lying on the bed, motionless. i went through his files, and noted that he was mental retarded and came in with COAD (chronic obstructive airway disease), hirschprung disease, with intestinal obstructive symptoms. he looked so ill, thin and was placed in acute bed.

one day, his blood pressure went down. and i noted it. so i called the MO, telling her about his condition. then my MO noted that he was not for intubation cause he was a COAD patient. if once intubated, it might be difficult to take it out. because the COAD patients had some problem with regulation of CO2 and O2 in their body. so, i take the order, and just observed from the table.

later, the blood pressure was going down again. worse than before. and i know, the prognosis was not so good. so we talked with his relatives, either they want active resuscitation or not. they picked active.

while waiting for maghrib, i went to his bed again. checking the blood pressure. everything is lowish. he was hypotensive and the SPO2 also not good. then i talked again to his relative, telling her about his current state. while talking to his relative, i asked about where she came from.

then the story began. she live in the same village with this patient. and that village was the area where my mother came from. asked again a few things. then i got a clear view that this patient was my father's 'sibling'. my father lived with his father during his single time. shocked state.

after my magrib prayer, i went to his bed again. this time, asystole. we did the CPR for 30mins, but he never came back. the time of death....840pm.

at home, a told my parents about him...and then more shoking things happen. he was THAT GUY. the guy that came in to my house, slept and smoke in my living room, and the one that i never had an urge to asked my parents about who he was.

GOD created the storyline beautifully rite? who knows that im gonna do my first CPR as a doctor to the guy from my past. who knows that the first death that i eccounter in my first week of working life came from a guy that i knew.

when i know about this, nothing else i can do. im working in my hometown. so i cant run from facing my own family, or my relatives or my friends in the hospital.

there will be a lot of coming death that im gonna face. we cant fight it. all in god's hand. so be strong isya!

al-fatihah.....

2 weeks of hell

salam everyone...

yes....im invisible for a quite some time right? but it is ok, im back. im not gonna close this blog just because im so busy with my work. but maybe the frequency of updating this blog will be slower than before. i have to accept the fact that i am no longer a student that can sit in front of my lappy 24/7, surfing the internet and chit chat chut wif my siber friends. so, here i am. to tell you the story of my two weeks of 'hell'.

as usual, for someone that just started working, u have a lot of new things to learn. a lot of new friends to be friend with and a lot of procedure to go through. and u have to catch all those thing faster. if not, u will be left behind, doing nothing. and i just gone through that phase and it was not easy.

in every posting, we will be tagged to one ward for 2 weeks. and u have to be there from 7am till 1030pm. and during that period, there's so many things and jobs to be done. everyone is watching at you, judging either u are good, bad or lazy. so, to be in the ward before 7am, i have to wake up at 530-6am every morning. driving alone in the middle of cold morning, with blood that full with sleeping hormone. to keep my eyes open, i kept telling myself that i woke up that early for good, to help peoples, to save lives, and it worked i guess. hehe

and 1030pm, does not mean that u can go back home straight away. sometime, one patient collapse, and you have to attend it. for me the 1030pm is just a 'syarat'. and i never expect myself to go back at 1030pm. sometimes i arrived home at 12.30am, and woke up again at 530am the next morning. continue the new cycle of life.

am i complaining about it??

nope.

during that 2 weeks of tagging, i can count how many times i was talking to my parents and my siblings. when i arrived home at night, i was just walking straight away to my room. locked the door. i have no courage at all to talk with them. cause i was afraid that im gonna burst into tears and showed to them how weak i am, how pathetic and how fuck my life is. even after my second day of tagging, i was crying alone in the shower, hoping that warm water will washed away all my pain. so, i can wake up the next morning with a new spirit. i am secretive girl. and i am happy to keep it for myself without telling my dear family.for them, i am a brilliant and strong daughter and sister, and i am just wanna keep it that way. so, they dont have to worry about me.

then that two weeks of hell reach to the end. but, nothing much different. im still wake up at 530am, running here and there in that ward, and go back home around 6pm. and if on call, i will go back home the next day at 6pm. nothing much different. but, that is the price that i have to pay to help other people. and i dont care. because when i'm busy and tired helping them, i also found joy in it. the joy that u can not describe it in words. and it has soothing effect to me. help me to be more positive about the road that i am taking right now.

so finally, i found the answer why GOD picked me to be a doctor. because HE believe that i can do it.

sincerely....
isyaNIA

im a government worker

huh....im in KL again. dont like it. i like KL. but as my shopping center. but to live and build my family here, i don't think so.

last week i was in KL for MASUM

this week im in KL because of kursus induksi.

which means....i am a worker in government sector. so hard to change the fact that i am no longer a student. well the kursus started yesterday (7 jun 2010). and it also means that my salary also started to be count from yesterday. and i have to present myself to pengarah kesihatan negeri terengganu this sunday. huhu why i have to work before world cup. kan best kalu keja start after world cup. huhu

and for sure, my life will be hectic after this. because this course will be end on 11 of jun. and on 12, there will be the kenduri for my bro's wedding in my house. then on 13 i have to start to work. well, mmg keja gila. but no choice. dont worry, sya selalu buat keja giler. haha

now, stuck in one hotel in da middle of kuala lumpur because of the induksi. berdarah telinga n hidung listened to all the lectures. but at least, the food was ok n nice.

so, c ya later.

the end of my uni's life

salam everyone.

well, today is da last day for my uni's life. *although my other batchmates already closed the uni's diary a month ago.

this morning, i played my last game as GA (goal attack) with USM's netball team. thank god, we won the game. although i think i was not giving my best for that game, but playing with them was such a big honour to me. they are the best team mates ever. i love them all with all my heart. to hazirah, hanis, rozye, yan, fiza sr, fiza jr, aishah, suzye, farah, syam, nadia, emil, jannah, miss gan and kak nor, thank you so much for giving me such a meaningful and beautiful ending for my university's life. i'm gonna miss this moment.

then another good news arrived. i will be posted to Hospital Sultanah Nur Zahirah soon. my first choice. so glad to get that hospital. at least i can stay close with my family. thank you god for your unending blessing to me. thank you.

so, after this, i'll be heading home tonite. tomorrow is a big day for my dear brother and his fiancee. they are getting married tomorrow!!! and i will get a sister in laws. happy2. although ade sedikit rasa bersalah cause i was not around preparing the wedding, but im so thrill to enjoy the first wedding in da family.

so to my dear brother and soon to be sister in laws......

"SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU AND SEMOGA KEKAL KE ANAK CUCU"

for us friendship means three

year 1

year 2

year 3

year 4

year 5

once, they were medical and dental student. met in usm, decided to be friends and kept holding to each other while facing any obstacles in life. 5 years they shared secrets, problem, tears, pain, joy and gossips. then that 5 years reach to the end...now, they have to go separately. taking different path, facing the world alone, without others. one in terengganu, one in kedah and one in johor. they might change to be a better person, but deep in their hearts....the friendship that they gained together will never change. because that friendship that help them to be who they are today. i miss u. damn miss u all.

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on my way to KL for masum, i met nurul when our bus stop at one rest station. nurul was on the way to putrajaya for registration thing there. it was around 3am in the morning. i didnt know it until nurul called my phone to wake me up. i reject the 1st call because i was to sleepy that time. and then the phone rang again. i picked it up and it was nurul, telling me that her bus was next to my bus. so we decided to have a drink at that rest station (actually only me that ordered a drink that night). as usual, nurul got a lot of things to be shared. and i was just listening. that time, i have a thought about this might be the last time i'm listening to nurul's complaint about her coursemates. might be....

and then time to get into the bus. we shake hand and hugged and said good bye.

in the bus, suddenly i felt sad. thinking about that might be the last time we met. and without notice, i cried. sob sob sob. only god knows how much i love this friendship. we never quarrel to each other. the chemistry between us is very very strong. and we know, we wont stop here. although we live in different state, the bonding will never stop. noddy and nurul, be happy with your love ones. we will meet again in da future. sayang korang.

april and may

as i promised, i got a lot of thing to be shared here. but since all of them are old stories. i make it quick and short k.

well, after my result came out last april, we had one big dinner to celebrate our victory in that final fight. the theme was "glam nite". and it was really2 glam. all my coursemates went shopping and wear all the glittering dress that nite. me? just make it simple, i wore short kebaya. pink from up to toe. actually pink is not my faveret colour. never ever be one. but i got no choice, so pink is my savior that nite. one of the best thing about that night was, i got "anugerah sukan" from my school (School of Medical Sciences) for my achievement in sport. so happy for that anugerah. at least got a chance to stand on that stage. haha and nurul was there too. to celebrate it with us. thanks nurul.

recieving the award from our dearest Timbalan Dekan

the night end beautifully and holiday started. stay at home. eat, sleep, watching tv and be the bibik for tasya. so at the end, im gaining weight. emm nevermind.
then...

i went to langkawi with BHEPP to attend kem keusahawanan. a good camp for anyone who interested to be usahawan. since i have a dream to have my own bussines in da future, this camp gave me a lot of input. like learning a new thing. a very useful new thing. have fun there. and got new friends and new experience, experiencing the small earth quake.

then...

continue the holiday. but a bit busy compared to before. i have to clean the house as preparation for my brother's wedding which is in jun. and the best thing is, i have my own proper bedroom. and did some makeover to it. why i said my own proper bedroom??? cause i never have a proper room since i left my house at the age of 13. so put some violet colour on the wall and added some new furnitures in that room. the result...beautiful.

finished that part...

so currently i'm in USMKK. having my netball training for MASUM this coming 28-6 jun. well, as usual, a lot of sweat, laugh and fun. after the masum's game, i have to fly straight away to terengganu for my brother's wedding. initially, i felt it was impossible for me to play in masum because of my brother's wedding. but god bless them...i have a beautiful and supportive family that allowed me to play as long as i completed my job in house and be home before my brother get married. so masum's game is da closure for my life as university student. sad to leave usm but happy cause i have such a nice event to end it. the sport that i passionate most in my life...netball. plus playing with a beautiful team ever. sayang korang sume.

so here, i would like to congratulate my dearest friend aka Dr Nurul Fahizha for passing the professional 3 exam. happy to think that 3 of us can graduate together this august.

and my dear brother...congrate for ur wedding. and kak ida, welcome to this family. and one more thing for my brother, the thing that i treasure most this time apart from my own family is ur gift. thanks a lot for that BONIA's purse. love it so much.