Shoes.

Hello.
So my clinical workshop due this afternoon is cancelled for reasons I'm unaware of. I was thinking of staying back after classes at 12pm, since we have a gap till the workshop starts at 2pm. BUT, thanks to my awesome choice of shoes, my feet caught blisters at 4 different spots, which definitely calls for a rush back home to change to a friendlier pair of shoes.Gosh. Epic fail. I searched the city centre yesterday for hours just to get myself a decent pair of new shoes since the one I was wearing soaked badly through the rain. Turns out I'm still bad at protecting my own feet. God knows how painful every step is, what with the cold rain. How dare you, new pair of shoes disobeying your owner. Tsk

The problem with my feet is, they're always under constant misunderstanding with the winter season. I refused to wear socks, because they made my feet sweaty and itchy. But if I didn't wear any socks, my feet are prone to blisters and cold to the bones. Gedik much? Yes very gedik indeed. Hence my hours of hopeless search for shoes yesterday. Dah jumpa yg cantik, kulit babs pulak. All the leathers in the world and my favourite pair will always turn out to be from piggies. Sigh.

I shall stop myself from pointlessly scribbling. So much for the love of shoes. Urgh. Actually I wanna put up this video circulating on facebook. Video Ust Harun Din, blessed with the chance of meeting our beloved Prophet S.A.W in his dream, indeed an enlightening one. The part where he was the one who helped the Prophet to wear his shoes, a pair of shoes Nabi Muhammad jahit sendiri.
 
Ok I have no idea how I came from complaining about blisters to this touching video. But do watch it. At least it reminded of how much we missed the Prophet, and how much we've forgotten to miss him.

:)

"Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule.
But love people who never look at their schedule when you need them."

Upacara Kot Putih

Hello. Assalamualaikum.

On last Tuesday, one of the most anticipated event of the year took place in my university. A ceremony so simple and smooth, nothing fancy, no long speeches or huge crowd of audiences, just family and friends witnessing the first ever clinical white coat worn by their loved ones. I invited Kak Noli, my cousin  from Galway, since she's the closest relative I have over here. It's super cool that the event was recorded and aired live on a streaming site, and it's even more sweeter to know that my siblings stayed up from the moment it started (around 2.15am in Malaysia) right up till my turn on stage. Awww. And since my surname starts with Z, I was in the very last group. Ayit keep iMessaging me asking when's my turn. Hahah

Many congratulated, almost regarding the ceremony as my graduation. It's just an annual ceremony to symbolize our start of the clinical years. Less lectures, more hands-on. That's all. Nevertheless, thanks to those who prayed and wished. :)

Presenting, all the 'Z'-s. zainol's zainal's zulkifli's you name it.

Yayyy white-coated!

Housemates sayangg :)

Spot me!

Classmates for another 2.5 years inshaAllahh

Kak Noli thanks for making the effort to come :')

all smiles :)

And of course, yours truly,

I wanna be a doctor when I grow up :)

Ameen.

The morning breakfasts

The night time falls. Though she'd love to shut her gift of sight for the day, the reality refrains from drifting away. There she was. Lying still on the creaking bed she now calls home. No place else in the world ever comfort her the way her own warm bed does. As the short arm of her beloved watch, a gift she dearly kept, strikes one, God took her soul for the night, giving it back to her when she wakes up in the morning. Strangely, the night was dreamless.

Morning came. Her second most favourite part of the day, after 'Night'. There she was. Lying still on the creaking bed she now calls home. A few hours ago she wanted reality to go away. Now she rises as reality embraces her again for yet another day. She woke up to the smell of breakfast. A smell so familiar it brought her back to the joyful morning breakfasts she used to have three years ago. And then she realized, that was then. The smell was imaginary. Every morning she wished it was real. But it wasn't, because time was jealous enough to erase every piece of memory she had, of her morning breakfasts three years ago.

Her mind stares blankly to the white ceiling above her. Most days she wakes up on impulse, because reality told her so. She wonders how her day might be, though she knows the end would always be the same, of her wanting reality to leave her alone when night falls. Forcing every twitching muscles in her body to say hello to the beautiful sunrise, she starts her day off heavily. Always wishing for the morning breakfasts she used to have three years ago.

The old new.

Hello. Surprise, surprise, blogger pun dh ada template baru. Confusing, need time to know how it works, much the same as the facebook timeline.

Now I realized how things around me are constantly changing and I have to adapt, whether I like it or not. Too boring for another sad post describing how everyone's leaving me, no? Diam la makcik. Okeydokey I promised I won't mention anything about half of my friends heading back home for good until they actually leave. *zipping mouth shut* Zip!

Nahh. I think I'll keep on reminiscing and mentioning it until you guys puke of boredom. Ahah

I was tidying my notes and I needed a file, so I ransacked through my first year's boxes and found one. My old green file. Old thing, new purpose. There're still my first-year notes in it, and I found a very nostalgic note on renal biology. A note I made for my study group back then, for those sleepyhead and food monsters I call, friend. They're my little family.

Aww look at that cute lil kidney bean

Now everything gets hard. No easy peasy kidney bean drawing on notes. Tsk

Ok bye. Have a great Monday start, say no to Monday blues!

Minggu sekolah.

Hello hello.

I left this place untouched for weeks already. Hugely due to the fact that the semester's already starting and it's been a hell of a week trying to cope with the confusing schedule. Well actually they made it all very simple by composing a whole new timetable for everyone in our class, but apparently, it's hard to scrutinize your eyes through everyday's lecture and to take note of your individual workshops and seminars. I guess getting used to it takes time. InshaAllah.

So, let's see, what did I have this week. Mostly lectures, on dress codes, on history taking, and all that jazz. Then I went through the awesome clinical workshop, learning how to take BP and locate the heart sounds, in which by now, the RCSI and trinity lads can easily do it with one eye closed, or maybe both. It gets very exciting as I officially used my stethoscope to a justified purpose, not to play doctor2 any more. Just this afternoon we were supposed to be at Our Lady's Hospice by 2pm, we arrived almost 30 minutes late, and my tummy's been singing soprano straight through the 3-hour seminar. Lapaq okayyy, we were only allowed a 10-minute break, going out the lecture theatre only to find trays of sandwiches prepared for the medical staff having a conference (I think). Kedekut x bagi med student, diskriminasi. I drooled over them sandwiches. Tsk

The first week of school will end tomorrow, with an early start. It's just the beginning, and I know it's too early to be complaining of anything, in fact I shouldn't be complaining at all. Although at the end of the day I always long for nothing more than to throw myself on my comfy bed, I daresay I enjoyed running around catching up with our progressively hectic timetable. At least something keeps me going, since most of my dear friends will be leaving soon :(

Ok. I'm off to dreamland now.

I wanna be stwongg in my dweamss coz in the real life I'm tired of acting strong to everything thrown at ma face anonymously.

Nitey nite lovely peeps!

p/s: It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one- George Washington. Don't assume, ever.