A Week Of School.

Assalamualaikum

It's been so long since I updated my last entry. Hohohoho. Well. I've started my third year in medical school with ponteng on the first day, raya's mood.

My new wish for the new semester before coming back to Jakarta, I left it in the bag to be unpack. I've unpack my bag but not my spirit. Lazy lazy lazy lazy. I don't know what to do with that feeling and that word. If only we have a medicine for that.

Let's not talk about lazy. It's boring. Well. I am on my 5th semester. I am still don't believe that all this years, I've been through about 4 semester already. 4 semester equal to 2 years. Well. Not that long. But for your information, I am really clueless about what I've been study. Sigh.

Oklah. I am lazy to study, I am lazy to do my assignment, I am lazy to open my eyes. Yes.. I am a lazy girl. =P

So. Block 19 (Cardiovascular system), please be an easy block ok. Because I am lazy. *Mak, tolong ! Anakmu malas*... Hee.

P/S= Why history is so interesting eventhough it can be a little bit boring? Because it's a story, just like a movie but this time it's a true story.

Raya 2011.

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Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. I m not that late right. Hee. This raya, I spent like 70% at home. Since I have no kampung *my kampung is my house*, we spent it by waiting for others to come to this little-not-so-kampung. This time, the raya was celebrated so moderately. We still have ketupat, rendang ayam, serunding, lemang, kuih raya, kerepek, nasi tomato, nasi laguni, daging masak hitam, dan ayam sambal, of course. Hee.

I don't really remember when was the last time I m riding a motor with my father. Of course, I m at the back. Last night, when we did, it's reminds me of the old days. The day when my father sent me to school, still the same motor for the past of 13 years, the same 40 km/h speed or even slower, the same man and the same girl. Just in the different year and no more kain biru sekolah. Hee.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitiri. Maaf Zahir Dan Batin. *Ye, saya memang anak bapak*

Hi. My Name Is Aliya And Im Teethless.

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The teethless Aliya..

This is a conversation is in between maktam and Aliya. Oh. This conversation only restricted for those under the age of 6. For those who above 6 please don't get the 'Sigh'.

Maktam= Aliya, cuba buat bunyi kucing.

Aliya= Meowww, meoww

Maktam= Bunyi katak.

Aliya= Reebbbiiit, rreeebbbiiittt. *sambil lompat macam katak*

Maktam= Bunyi burung.

Aliya= Chip, chip, chip.

Maktam= Hmm.. Apa lagi eh? *Sambil fikir*

Aliya= Maktam, maktam. Aliya tau macam mana bunyi pasar malam.

Maktam= Haa. Macam mana bunyi pasar malam, maktam pun tak tau.

Aliya= Macam ni. 'Dua seringgit, dua seringgit, macam-macam ada. Beli beli. Dua seringgit dua seringgit'

Maktam= Ooo.. Betul juga. Sigh. =_=


This is a conversation is in between Aliya and Ibu. A warn has been given above ok.


Aliya= Ibu ibu, Kenapa perut perempuan itu besar. Nampak macam nak meletup.

Ibu= Ooo. Dalam perut perempuan tu ada baby.. Sebab itulah besar.

Aliya= Hmm. Ibu, Aliya kasihanla dekat baby itu.

Ibu= Awat Aliya kasihan kat baby tu?

Aliya= Yala. Aliya kasihanla kat baby tu, sebab mak dia makan dia.

Ibu= Hahahah.



P/S= An early Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.. ^^

I Learnt That.

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I think the hardest thing in my life so far is that I m trying/learning to be a doctor. The learning process is undeniable a challenge that you must face, then when I give it a thought, it wasn't just the process, but also the responsibility that you hold when somebody's life is in your hand.

This early morning, I never thought that I would be thinking like this, not until my father told me something that scared me the most. When he was younger, he was admitted to hospital. There was a little boy who was talking and laughing happily with his friends right in front of my father's bed. Then, a MO (Medical Officer) came and gave him (the boy) a medication. Right after the medication injection, the boy was unconscious. There were doctors running back and forth to save the boy but he ended died.

The way my father described it, if only the MO didn't come to give the injection because the boy was laughing with his friends so happily..

That scared me. How somebody put their life in your hand and you end up fail. It is ok for you to fail but to the one that betting for life and death, it wasn't a game.

I believe that MO really did his best to improve the boy condition but the unexpected thing did happen. I don't know what was wrong actually because my father did not know either. Hee.

And I was thinking, if the boy was alive maybe he will a father or even a grandfather just like my father is.



P/S= You know, you can feel it when someone who is very dear to you are leaving. It's called a hunch.

Cakes.

Assalamualaikum

Believe it or not, we are halved of the Ramadhan already. So fast. I hope Ramadhan will last longer.

This is my first sleepless night at home. I don't know the reason why I can't sleep but I hope it can be an opportunity.

Well, at least I have the time to search for all the cake recipes. Hee. Since I m begging my mother to replace her broken oven for a year now, finally, she agreed ! So, she promised me a new oven on Friday on our groceries shopping. Hohohoho.

Excited? Very much. Carrot cake or chocolate cake? Hmmm... Why don't both? *Wink*


P/S= Welcome home friends !