Kredit Habis!

Tahun ni, baru pandai buat credit advanced. Tu pun ade orang yang ajarkan.

Bila dah pandai, mulalah, sikit2 CA, sikit2 CA.

Tadi beli topup. RM5 jer. Tapi bile masukkan no pin tu, 5 minit lepas tu, check balance, tengok2 ada rm3 je!

Aik, sape pula yg amik hset tanpa izin ni (macam PATI).

Recall

Owh, semalam ade buat CA la...

Ujian, topup tinggal sikit jer.

Itulah kite. Hari2 akan terima ujian.

Sama la, dgn study.

Stiap akhir sem mesti ade ujian

PMR dh takde...gembirala anak2 buah saya tu

Dari sekecil-kecil benda, hingga lah sebesar2 benda.

Kalau nak dibandingkan, ujian saya tu, sebesar kuman pun tak mampu utk dibandingkan dgn ujian yang saudara seislam kita terima di Indonesia.

jangan disangka air kolam yang tenang tiada naga (Badang, 2010)

GEMPA BUMI, TSUNAMI, GUNUNG MERAPI BERAPI

dalam masa yang sama!

Tapi, sbg manusia bergelar hamba Allah

tak kira la ujian tu kecik atau besar

kita tak layak pun nak pertikaikan kenapa kita ditimpa dgn ujian itu.

Ingat

Setiap kali terima ujian

Ucaplah

"InnaliLlahi wa inna ilaihi raaji'uun"

(tapi dalam exam hall, tak perlu la sebut dgn kuat ye, dalam hati dah la...bagi ruang kat perut bergendang je la)

Mana Cermin Ajaibku?

Susah hidup tanpa cermin!

Tak boleh nak picit "jururawat" bagi pompuan.

Tak boleh tgk janggut kambing bagi lelaki.

ni bukan cermin, ni botol ayaq.

Tapi cermin pun ade macam2 jenis.

Bila tgk cermin dalam bilik, nampak mcm kurus.

Tapi tengok cermin dalam tandas, macam tembam la pulak.

Tengok cermin tepi jalan (terutama dekat parking lot) nampak macam cacat je...bulat, hidung kembang!

Cermin pun menipu!

Orang kata:

"Kawan yg baik mcm cermin. Die akan tegur bile kite buat salah."

ni lagi lah bukan cermin. ni seekor Aaron, tertidur setelah letih mencari cermin.

Tapi cermin pun menipu, bagaimana?!

Tapi mcm2 mana pun kita perlukan cermin. Untuk evaluasi penampilan diri.

Kesimpulan, macam2 mana pun, kita perlukan teguran orang.

ni cermin paling besar. boleh tgk tinggi ke rendah...jadi tak boleh la nak perasan tinggi =p

Sebab kita ni, kebanyakan syok sendiri.

Buat salah macam tak buat salah.

Maka, saling menegurlah!

Kalau hidup tak bercermin, bagaimanakah???

Mungkin ade yang berbedak seperti hantu tapi akan syok seperti ratu, kan? =p

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Can't you show me tall and slim? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Must I look so bloody grim? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, You're distorting my poor waist! Mirror, mirror, on the wall, And why the heck am I defaced? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Why have I a double chin? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, And what's the stupid, goofy grin? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Pointless asking ‘Who’s the fairest-? More bloody likely, 'Who’s the queerest? ’ Now look, I paid a big bucks for thee, So why can’t you be nice to me? Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who’s the fairest of them all? Me, you say? Ah, that's better - Mirror, mirror, bloody fibber!

Tort Tort

Fuh...rase macam jadi lawyer plak kami2 semua ni, bile study medical law utk exam esok. Subjek Issues in Nursing. 3 kredit hours tu, tak tau la berapa essay akan masuk.

Saya dah set mind awal2 dah, nak guna kepakaran ilmu menggoreng yang belajar sendirik2 kat sekolah universiti ni. Tambah2 duk dalam library kat JHC (Jalan Hospital Campus) ni...sejuknyer...rase macam duk kat nippon plak.

meja bersepah2. study kuat la kononnye tu. padahal duk main fb.

Erm, bile la nak balik kampung kat Nippon ye..tak pun balik kampung belah satu lagi, Dublin tu...

Study punye study...

Teringat plak pasal tort law.

Tort tort tort

Tetibe across in my mind.

Pasal seseorang yang ade kat Temerloh (sorry, takleh sebut nama beliau, nanti kene saman sbb dikatakan slander plak)

Tengah2 die duk bercerita, terkeluar la word "*M*O totok!!"

Maka saya terpandang pada PahCah yang sememang wujud bertempek di situ.

Tergelak..tapi tahan, tahan.

Kang terasa hati plak si die kalo tgk kami terguling-guling gelak.

Maka lepas daripada tu, timbullah fenomena "totok". Ape2 totok. Ape2 totok. Totok ape2.

Sehinggalah seorang lecturer muda datang mengajar Tort Law.

Saya pun teringat pada si die.

Maybe esok time exam, mesti saya akan teringat si die jika tort law masuk.

~Open Your Eyes~

STIGMA??

Sem ni paling suka

Sebab ada new experience : night shift (9pm - 7am)

Kira jadi mcm burung hantu la pd waktu malam

Siang tidur mcm hantu...

Quote drp sahabat2 tercinta

"di Malaysia, kerjaya kejururawatan atau Nursing di pandang rendah..pengalaman bekerja shift malam membuatkan sy terfikir. kenapa keadaan ni berlaku sedangkan it is the NURSES who stay awake in the wards, while in any case of emergency, the one who attends d patient first is also- the NURSE,for d sake of saving a LIFE.walhal, hamba2 Allah lain sedang nyenyak tidur.." (Salwa Yacob, 2010)

Fikirkan....dan bukan hanya profession nurse sahaja di double standard kan...byk lagi profession lain mendapat layanan yang sama. Mengapa begitu?..

~Open Your Eyes~

I Dream of Conquering Higher Mountains

By Rene’e Aziz Ahmad (19 Mar 2006)

I am a breast cancer survivor.

The first time I said these words out loud to someone, I actually broke down and cried. Why is it that cancer brings with it such a strange sense of guilt? As though it is some kind of punishment for past wrongdoings or misdeeds…

Someone once actually tried to suggest to me that this was the “true” reason for my cancer, because I had not led the “exemplary” lifestyle of a good Muslim woman. I prefer to believe that breast cancer was simply a sign, telling me to slow down and re-assess my priorities in life.

In September 2000, about a year before I found the lump in my breast, I climbed Mount Kinabalu with a group of friends to celebrate the new Millennium. We all succeeded in reaching the summit and naturally, in the warm glow of our achievement, we were soon talking about climbing another more challenging mountain, namely Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. Needless to say, once I got home to my sedentary job back in KL, life fell into its usual routine and the idea of climbing the tallest mountain in Africa remained just that, an idea - Mere talk - Procrastination.

A year went by and the idea of Mount Kilimanjaro had completely left my mind. Then, I was diagnosed with a low-grade, infiltrative ductal carcinoma - breast cancer! I quickly resolved to listen to the advice of the doctors and I had a mastectomy followed by chemotherapy and radiotherapy treatments. Somehow I managed to get through it all and then, in remission after nine months of fighting the cancer came the business of getting on with my life again.

Inevitably, a lot of changes had taken place in my body. I no longer had my left breast. I had gone into early menopause and was suffering the hot flashes and emotional mood swings that reportedly accompany the end of the menstrual cycles. I had also put on an incredible amount of weight, almost 20kg, due to a combination of steroid treatments, stopping smoking and what I now call “comfort eating”.

Although I tried not to show it, I was depressed and ironically, the thing that depressed me the most was the fact that I could not recognise the round, fat person who looked back at me whenever I stood in front of a mirror. So, as soon as my doctors gave me the green light, I joined a gym and began working out regularly, two or three times a week. It had very little impact though and after about a year, I was ready to just accept things as they were.

Then, out of the blue, the subject of climbing Mount Kilimanjaro came up again when a friend asked me if I would like to join him on an expedition to conquer the mountain they refer to as the “Roof of Africa”. I said yes. The rest, as they say, is history.

I changed my fitness goal and spent a year training to get ready for the challenge. I gained strength and stamina and yes, I lost weight. I started to feel good about myself again. I even got my employers to sponsor a group of colleagues and myself to make the 6-day climb and in return I offered to be interviewed and to talk about my experience as a breast cancer survivor.

On our first morning at the Springlands Hotel in Moshi, Tanzania, I got up at dawn and stepped outside the hotel gates to take my first look at the mountain, standing in the distance, glaciers glowing in the early morning sun, there she was, Mount Kilimanjaro. I’d done the research so I knew that the success rate each year was only about 40%.

Deep inside I was terrified that I had come all this way just to fail and that I would have nothing inspirational to talk about on my return home. I told myself that there was nothing more that I could do except give it my best and hope that all the hard work and training would see me through.

We started our trek up Mount Kilimanjaro the next day from a place called Machame Gate. My fellow climbers, all men, understood why I was there and why this climb was so important to me. They had elected me as their team captain no less, and their support and encouragement, although silent, gave me strength. By the end of that first day, I had begun to relax and enjoy the expedition. Together with two other members of my team, I reached the summit four days later, and at 9:45 a.m. on 26 January 2005, I finally stood at Uhuru Peak, at 5,895 meters, the highest point on the mountain and in all of Africa!

When I got back to Malaysia, I did the television interviews and gave motivational talks as I had promised I would. Since then I have met other breast cancer survivors and doctors and caregivers who are genuinely inspired by my achievement. As amazing as it may sound, I feel that I have been given a gift - the opportunity to contribute to society by giving hope to other women who have been told that they too have breast cancer.

To me, death is part of the cycle of life. Fighting breast cancer has not been about defeating death. It has been about living life. Each day brings with it new possibilities and I want to embrace them all. In my lifetime, I dream of conquering other, higher mountains. Insyallah, I shall.

~Open Your Eyes~