Starting soon.

Assalamualaikum, and hello pwetty people.

I decided on posting a little something to boost my own morale, you know, as people often say, "Writing is a struggle against silence." :)

I know some people dropped by often and I reallyyy appreciate the time you spent to check up on me, especially when you guys leave heart-warming comments that left me smiling wide. Ehemm, particularly those pretty people who choose to ditch me for Penang :p I now plead guilty for not replying all your comments, but please know that I read them often. It's just that being me, I'm always too lazy to log in and stuff. But nonetheless, THANKS for dropping by, you-know-who-you-are :)

My last 'sane' post was about them leaving for PMC. So there's obviously no updates on my recent on-goings since they left. We're pretty much occupied with our last preclinical exams, before we start hospitals the week after. Midterms start this Monday, all the way till Friday :-/ And I swear this is the scariest ever, because we have absolutely no clue as to what exactly to revise, what with the missing lecture notes and abundant physical procedures yet to be memorized. I am undoubtedly screwed :-/

So to those who's reading, please send us a doa wherever you are :) Because I once heard a snippet saying, "doa seorang sahabat kepada seorang sahabatnya secara ghaib; tanpa pengetahuan sahabatnya, adalah mustajab, diaminkan malaikat." :) Jadi tolong doa-doa okay, Ya Allah berilah ilham kepada Ika dan kawan-kawan 3rd year UCD dalam OSCE exam minggu depan, don't let them stammer in between examining patients and please bless their efforts aminnnnnn. hehe

Oh last week we watched the Malaysia-vs-Ireland Hockey Match (for the Olympic qualifier), and all I can say is, friends keep my head together.
That flag costs us 3euro! Anything for the sake of supporting Malaysia tanah airkuu :)

Look at both my makcik! I think nayd shouted the loudest that day :p

I need more happy times like this :(

Good times don't last forever because now it's time to get serious and burn holes through all this clinical books. Sempat lagi, Ika. Please don't let your loved ones down. Ameenn.

Clinical year is starting soon. Time really flies, aite? First-year frenzies felt just like yesterday :')

Broken

Eaten but hungry
Tried but slipped
Guarded but freed
Understood but misinterpreted
Smiled but scolded
Talked but silenced
Studied but failed
Written but erased
Remembered but forgotten
Built but broken.

Allah is teaching me something, yet I haven't been able to read between the lines.

I am missing something, something I'm not sure what.

Tuhan beri kekuatan.

Moving.

Assalamualaikum and hello.

Moving house is tedious. Moving on is a different story. So the day finally came. The day I've been dreading all along, as if I have the power to stop time and make them stay. This heart beats fast, whenever I flashed back to the moment I waved them goodbye, the moment I saw them with their passports and luggages, the moment hugs were exchanged, the moment I held on to their final look as they disappeared into the departure gate. Emotions I thought can be put at bay, seemed too obvious to hide. Oh God, I never thought it'd be this tough, bidding them goodbye. Dublin airport Terminal 2 is our witness to that tearful occasion.

Just as we turned our backs to head back home, I felt this huge hole in my heart, as if somebody's taken a big chunk of love out of it.

They went home with a whole new prospect, the anticipation of starting clinical years at a place so dear to me, Penang. What's left for me is just the same old routine, lectures at the good ol' health science building, trips to the city on Dublin Bus, frequent calls on Skype with families, same old same old.

Parting ways is a beautiful thing, you don't know when will you meet them again, probably this summer, probably next year, probably not until they get married. The mystery lies in God's hands, all that's left for us are the memories and laughters we were blessed to share. I managed to say goodbye to most of them, but I missed out on some. To some, I may bid you goodbye at last week's farewell party, to some, I may have met you for the last time in a shop, to some, I may have accompanied you right to the airport. To some, the last time we talked may not be a proper goodbye.

I would do no justice to summarize the past few years we had in just a short post. But please know that you'll be in my prayers, and I hope I'm in yours too.

:'(

Bye Ain, jangan koyak2, make new friends, and jangan lupa aku. You leaving means I lost my partner-in-crime, one less shopping mate, one less impromptu-fast-food-order mate, one less in everything I normally do with you  :(

Bye Atiqah, tak sempat ambik gambar dengan atiqah. I was among the last to hug you, no long wishes, just hoping that the smile stays on your face forever :)

Bye Mozek, and Ali, kurang hasam ko mozek , tak babai aku pun. Tak saba sangat nak balik malaysia la tu. huh

Bye ila, the picture was priceless :) amal, wanzam, pizu, jasmin, jiha, nisah, seha, ain, ok macam tak logik nak sebut semua. But I sincerely miss you guys, all of you, it really hurts every time I think of a long 2.5 years without you guys ;(

Bye miftah jugak, walaupun kau x balik, you're no longer within a door's knock to me :( Jaga diri kat rumah baru ok. I'll miss you cheering me up :(

Ok ika, you have to stop getting teary-eyed every time you look at old pictures. Big girls don't cry.

I'll see you guys soon. This is definitely not a goodbye.

Whoa. This really is tough. STOP CRYING. kbye