tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82298691286900597272024-03-12T21:04:18.729-07:00when only words worknuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-78575779587212112352020-12-21T07:03:00.003-08:002020-12-21T07:03:57.462-08:00Gray 2020..<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img alt="signature" height="62" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Assalamualaikum and hi there!</div><div>So long that i thought this space is no longer accessible >.<</div><div>WOW.. i really was an avid writer writing nonsense before</div><div>Looking back im glad i had something to reminisce of all the years i've been through eventhough this space actually missing 6 years of my life aha!</div><div>So busy living a normal human life, going through my darkest moment that i rather share only with closest ones.</div><div>After all its a life, full of ups and downs. Everyone is fighting different battles, tis I too :)</div><div><br /></div><div>To recap 2020</div><div>It is a year of uncertainties</div><div>Pandemic hit us early on with novel strain of coronavirus, something we still fighting with hope. Numbers of morbidity and mortality still worryingly rising. Its something we never saw in our years thus its the war of our time ;( </div><div><br /></div><div>I had a major car accident in August, run over by 4WD, to which i thought it was the end of me. Alhamdulillah Allah Almighty still spare me some time to live, sustained only few minor injuries. It was a second chance at life i guess. A reminder to me nothing lasts forever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Signed up for a 4 years master program to which i still questioning myself for that. I left my comfort zone for something not easy. But folks used to say nothing great can be achieved within the comfort zones. So dear, hold your gears once again and fight the battles.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moved to teaching hospital of the state and still adjusting to the working environment. How i wish instead to be still working inside KKM hospital. Its more laidback here but something is missing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Left a small town that for once i decided to call it as my hometown. Canceled the plan. You can't keep a person that don't want to be kept. And i know the only heart i'm breaking is my own by leaving. Long story short it was the wrong guy and bad time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Time passes and i wont miss a smile that wont miss mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alhamdulillah Allah blesses me with good friends and family that support me through all the seasons of my life. One sad man wont compares to all the blessings i got. We can call it even then. </div><div><br /></div><div>To more challenges ahead, bring it on! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11DGhccXmLA/X-C4_QS0ggI/AAAAAAAABUY/IC_kY0yHAqwSQY7vmOMKDwB9yUFlvCxkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20201221_225417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11DGhccXmLA/X-C4_QS0ggI/AAAAAAAABUY/IC_kY0yHAqwSQY7vmOMKDwB9yUFlvCxkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20201221_225417.jpg" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ36zZ2MvBY/X-C428j9jAI/AAAAAAAABUU/5vXlxKuA3GU3awdpHosUN2FHx_8xqeI9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20201221_224650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ36zZ2MvBY/X-C428j9jAI/AAAAAAAABUU/5vXlxKuA3GU3awdpHosUN2FHx_8xqeI9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20201221_224650.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18PcD7niick/X-C4qcVGsGI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Tp8MTmE97Ew7HCOc_EgngKZBAeuY35hxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20201221_225821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18PcD7niick/X-C4qcVGsGI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Tp8MTmE97Ew7HCOc_EgngKZBAeuY35hxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20201221_225821.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-81948434023979193922014-11-17T04:14:00.000-08:002014-11-17T04:14:10.458-08:00Life is getting real I dont know how to put this. I dont even know how i have gone through all this while. Life has been so hard here. The discouragement they put you under, the negative remarks and oh how fast they spreading out your mistakes to the whole blocks. I never imagined these kinda of fellas exist. And i cant even brought myself back to the tagging time, so far it was the worst time. I lived in tears and fears. I dont even know how i still able to bring myself forward. But somehow deep down i know it was my loved ones' prayers to Almighty Allah that actually keep me going. I could feel it whenever i nearly fall into pieces, some warm gestures flooding into my heart like whispering me to hold on. Like everytime. MasyaAllah i could not even describe the feeling. But life neither has become easier or brighter here. Somehow i question the reason why i was here whenever i couldnt bear the pain. But i still want to believe that Allah' s plan is better. Its just i need to hold on more to this. Even i dont know if i could bear any more longer being buggers to them. So much things has happened during this 3 months. To think that friendship that went wrong just adding into my insane level. I dont know people can be so cruel onto someone that you know that long. Its not we're strangers. Its not that we cant discuss properly. To bash people so openly, i could see where this going. We said we sorry we forgot we did not approach you guys first because life was so 'peaceful' yet you decided on this. Its not we werent friends before. We dont have feelings. Were just buggers even to supposed friends. When life actually becomes so real?nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-67484577376468052962014-08-22T05:58:00.000-07:002014-08-22T05:58:13.578-07:00rambling through the nightTime does pass swiftly. Yesterdays' sorrow, tears & loneliness seem like nothing when we cherish the day we've come forward. But it just seem like a moment ago i was arguing the idea of entering uitm's medical school with my parents. I had my ups and downs been there, but my favorite moment still an escapade to london, fully sponsored by university. I really studied hard back then at high school with intention of going abroad but luck was not on my side. I also noticed that i always gotten myself into the least favored option. Yes back then, my childhood friends and i made something like an oath to work our ass off to get into top university like UM or whatnot with uitm at the bottom heee. and fate befallen on me, uitm it is. I took the offer because of the scholarship knowing that i should at least be able to reduce the financial burden of my family. But i did not regret the choice anymore, no matter how my life had turned away from my initial life goal. We plan, we pray for the best, and yet Allah knows what is better than best for us. And once again, i was tested with not getting the preferred hospital for training. I was sent away, to a place that never cross my mind. Had few days of going haywire over the idea crossing the river(je pun), but it was a hectic city. I was never meant for city life (i want to believe in it), yes a country girl at heart. I guess i'm done crying over the fate, now its time to just embrace it, facing the turbulent in life. Already imagining getting scold by the superior officers, getting smirked by medical students who think they better than this houseman. But no matter what it is, i really hope and pray my whole batch will survive this journey. Remember to always check our intention, to learn, to help and to get Allah blessing. He will not put us through it if we cant make through it. Heck yeah, life is a roller coaster. A fast one. Buckle up, hold on and 'enjoy' the ride. nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-71347015175186723972013-07-03T02:20:00.002-07:002013-07-03T02:20:38.839-07:00its almost a yearWoah, i've been neglecting the blog for so long. The thing is i dont have a point to write a thing. Hehe whatever it is the last post was when i was in orthopedic posting. Alhamdulillah already completed the 4th year of my medical school yet still not knowing the result. Few more days to go of becoming the final year student! its so freaking me out, i bet everyone is. Erm well i decided to oh well write again here. but i wont promise that maybe i'll write in a year later :) . So i've underwent surgical, medical, primary care, ear nose & throat, opthal, forensic, psychiatry, and emergency postingssss.. so much things in a year and to say i love emergency posting the most is because of the lecturers' factor. Well, i got two caring lecturers that i will never get tired of learning from! Thank you girls and guys for one year short time that we've been mates.<div>
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<i>that's wrap for one beautiful year that has passed.</i></div>
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nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-18751365747648387712012-08-12T04:22:00.001-07:002012-08-12T04:22:19.498-07:00speak now<div style="text-align: left;">
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in real life saying right things at right moments are beyond crucial</div>
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so crucial in fact that most of us start to hesitate</div>
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of fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time</div>
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but lately what i've begun to fear the more than that is</div>
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letting the moment pass without saying anything</div>
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i think you deserved to look back on your life without this chorus; </div>
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resounding voices saying, i could of but it's too late now</div>
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so there's a time for silence, time for waiting for your turn</div>
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but if you know what you feel and you so clearly know what to say,</div>
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you'll know it</div>
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i dont think you should wait, i'd choose to speak now! "</div>
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-taylor swift-<br />
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quite a long quote anyway that i got from watching the biography of taylor swift; journey to fearless.<br />
what more to say, i just love her. Her words are always fascinatingly connecting people and reaching out the voices in my brain *i bet most of the girls*nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-41537909287674872552012-08-07T07:07:00.003-07:002012-08-07T07:07:25.655-07:00attitude wins you heartstoday was quite a gloomy day for me *as i was asleep all through the afternoon*. hehe just want to a share a quote that kind strike my sense on DLCW. * i am quotes lover!!* words can put me down and up again in a matter of minutes gap :') .here the beautiful quote;<br />
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" skills win you medals, attitude wins hearts"</div>
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i bet most of you watched the sensational game between DLCW & LD last few nights before. What i mean sensational was that despite the winner himself, DLCW the guy that lost the game *no more free BR* was the epic one. i am not really a big fan of the game and this olympic things but the anticipated game met the doubt. what stunned me the most was the after game. of how LD reacted and of how DLCW cried so much that he can't get us citizens of Msia free BR ;p. after all, good attitude, heart and intention would reach people. its not about the end result that we should count on, it is should be the journey itself. Of how we learnt and learnt towards becoming a better person.<br />
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till then, me adjourned. <br />
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<br />nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-16104796739078381222012-08-05T02:50:00.000-07:002012-08-05T02:50:14.291-07:00bones all the way<div style="text-align: center;">
Assalamualaikum..</div>
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Ehem..currently i'm in male-preferred-zone 's posting. not to mention additional word of 'hot' or maybe another 'cool ' or perhaps ' handsome ' and absolutely ' professional '. ok just cut those extra nonsense hyperbolic verse from me earlier as my truly intention was just to mention currently i'm in orthopaedic posting hehe. by mean of ortho, bone bone bone and boness are what most of us had in mind kan.. but believe me la, i've never seen a case of a fresh bone popped up in ward hehe. different story if u end up finding your way to operation theatre with those gorgeous male surgeons (lucky me!). so many things happened this past few weeks and to say that i've encountered some minor heart injuries and beautiful-already-well-healed-scars may sound a bit exaggerated, isn't it. Hehe lets face it la a woman need her own time to have her hormone gone haywire at some days of months *spare me*. Then goes my highlighted remarks of the week, am currently at the end of 4th week<br />
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2nd week- had my first case presentation with infamous bone surgeon. i summarized it into 6 words; the-worst-presentation-i've-ever-had!! i totally got bombed with questions and sarcastic nagging. oh people, he sure know how to nag like a pro! i was on the edge of tears of dissapointment (childish me) when he ended the session with trying to play it cool with me. well he asked for my weight and snobbishly said i weighted something start with 3. i was like man-can-u-get-ur-eyes-check and gave him the expression. heck that he changed it into 4 with a *smile*and deal with it. hahaha how can i weight something with 4 as a start! that was it, he made me forgot of how he was yelling and jerking at me some minutes ago with just a smile and err something-i-dont-know-feeling.<br />
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3rd week- this was the most happening week. i got another 3 encounter with the above bone surgeon i named mr k! same person same nagging with additional of physical threat. the 1st one was i had a seminar with him. and it didn't help that i was the 1st presenter. u didnt how much i trembled and feeling like to cry (such a baby) during the presentation haha *couldnt look into his eyes and serious face when he wrinkled the forehead which means i dont understand what u trying to say*. when i reached my words of saying 'that's all from me', i felt a surge of relieved that my butterflies already singing i'm done i'm done i'm done! then went his crooked smile with a sweet tone ' u've done quite well, no, very well'. oh man i was so over the cloud nine. but hear the but! he started asking questions and commenting on my friends slides (yeah we were a group but i was too full minding my own slides that i didnt give them a good help *sorry guys*). but this one surgeon, he didnt just leave me alone la after he found the frail side of our presentation. he kept addressing me madam presenter here and there bombing me again. hello mr, we got another 2 presenters over there! phew, still i got out alive. <br />
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the 2nd one was when i went into operation theatre with him. it was accidental. i didnt expect mr k was going to be there. supposedly my partner in crime and i would be enjoying our time with another surgeon; a-kind-heart-sweet-always-do-smiling-surgeon that i adored mr n! we even asked for mr n approval and he welcomed us to join his op in afternoon. me and friend so stoked *especially me la bcos its mr n!!* hehe i was giggling smiling happy all my way when the head nurse brought us into a so not lounge where surgeon took a break before next op and i saw a familiar face watching me. he put the same wrinkle when he saw me and asked who's me. hello i was wearing oversize short sleeve robe with baggy pant and not to mention so-not-fashionable-can-see-through-scarf and of course my self esteemed was so low at the moment i didnt dare to answer that question. lucky me that mr n was there too and he noticed me.<br />
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there went the conversation:<br />
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mr k : who are you there?<br />
me: ............................<br />
mr n : oh..you are the student this morning right. you came anyway.<br />
mr k : so you are the one inviting this students haaa..<br />
mr n : * didn't bother his talk* continue sleeping* poor him looking so tired*<br />
.......continue the gossips among surgeons..........there was another few surgeons in there........<br />
..................mr k was the one that talked too much in the room...........<br />
..................suddenly he was running out of idea to talk......................<br />
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mr k : H why dont you bring those students to op room first and get them familiar with the theatre. *given instruction to one of his MO* this is the power of super senior<br />
dr H : so i am bullied la ni. bla bla bla *while obeying and brought us to op room*<br />
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u know what, its supposed to be mr n leading the op but hehe since this mr k was there, he was the one talking, doing the ups and down of ops and btw also the one that mostly torturing us in the beginning and he also the one that stepped into our feet because we didnt remember the patient's name. serve our right i guess.<br />
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and the wrap of my 3rd week was being pushed right onto my shoulder by mr k because i was blocking his way. i was stunned at first, and became more stunned that he started to nag and babble about it during the round. even the nurse that saw the incident came patting my back to calm me down. seriously it did hurt after all being pushed away like that, because i am a girl. to those friends who comforted me about the incident and who was sensible enough to notice that i wasnt ok with it, i thank you for your soothing words. after all what make a friend kan if you're not there when they are in need. <br />
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but seriously i didnt hold any grudge towards him. hehe by fact he made me stronger and making me realize of the things i didnt notice before. and he is a great teacher btw. we are so lucky to have him as our part of teaching specialist.. i dont know how to put this but no thank you would suffice our lecturers's effort of educating us. hats off to those great awesome people. bring it on to me! oh how i hope my time with ortho team here wouldnt end hehe. i'm satisfied enough to just learn all about bones and of course with those drop dead gorgeous males.<br />
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'that's all from me now'<br />
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p/s: peps, dont get me wrong as i'm not as this cheeky when i'm outside dealing with those hot people.<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">okay i would like to confess one thing; organizing is totally not my forte! since i was a kid and maybe i was just born with it. i could mess up my room within 5 minutes just after cleaning & tidying up for 50 minutes (poor my roomate hehe). i could work and happily googling with everything littering on my desk (my mom would not be happy with this). i could wake up at 10 am and rushing my way to the brunch without making up my bed (my future MIL should not know about this). and all those little girl lazy-nasty acts, i still owned it. Urgh, me so not organized woman.</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Well at least when i have to, like really have to i could turn into a very picky perfectionist creature that want everything to be settled up right away . but that was once in a blue moon la.</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> i could appear to you well dressed with shawl not so on place, so clean and crumpled free shirt but those are facade. Haha its not that i love doing mess but procrastination is my middle name. i just love the nerve and hassle of doing anything when i was running out of time ;p. its may sound weird and not healthy and i know it . but for someone to point out the flaws that i've owned and known for ages is another thing. Somehow its really nice for having people to talk bad about you, to scold you and to torture you as those would reflect your way. Of reacting to criticism. Change or remain the same is your own choice. but the crucial thing that i need to change myself is about how to be organized and stick with the idea not just halfway. any tips? maybe the best solution is having someone nagging on me 24/7. oh please do so my buddies. </span>
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<br />nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-89652989267731697912012-06-21T00:12:00.001-07:002012-06-21T00:12:37.451-07:00Test write via blogsy <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4178072731" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4178072731_33c905e3e0.jpg" id="blogsy-1340262127560.225" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Meet nurin the super girl, reasonable izzah/kakak, the not so cool danish, angry bird fahmi and the miss so in style adawiyah</p>Old picture of my little cousins dated 2-3 years back. Do miss them so much. And we have additional of 2 more cute creatures; humble humam & talkative thaqif <br/><br/>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-9380584411329272672012-05-21T11:42:00.001-07:002012-05-21T11:42:25.790-07:00Heyya blog!Assalamualaikum there...
It's been way too long since i last wrote anything. And yep i've been busy those past few MONTHS *gosh cant believe i was too lazy* ..anyway i was not lazy literally as i was actually occupied with any little bits of life. I saw people, and i saw friendship, trust and love and honestly i was busy learning from them. I learnt that trust put u on stake of hope, love put u on a thin string of happiness and college life was unfair. I fell in lust, bestfriendforever crashed and gained few more kilos. Those were the only things that i regret over past few months but hey blog, i survived those! I am not so going to write in details though, but just wanna let u know that i got new haircut today! The new me! I just love the idea of cutting your hair for a new start. And yeah that is what i really need right now.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-42471339135681364462012-01-22T05:46:00.000-08:002012-01-22T05:46:39.806-08:00i'm done with my graceless heart<div>and it's time for me to shake it out all the memories. i need to restart.</div><div>it's always darkest before the dawn. but i need to give my best shot. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RCWnVznnWcs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-67913591659146143992012-01-14T07:31:00.000-08:002012-01-14T07:31:22.859-08:00i'm so sorry but i love you!<div>Currently, i'm hooked with this song, sung by my current fav kapok/kpop</div><div>group BIG BANG. Just love the meaning of this song. Of how GD dedicated</div><div>the song to all broken-hearted out there. Of how the boy only realized he </div><div>loved the girl at the moment he could never have her. Overall, i think, we</div><div>all have the ability to lie about our feeling..but only up to a point when </div><div>everything going to burst and revealing by itself. Well, enjoy the song!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Cv3phvP8Ro?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-41310832975469141032012-01-14T02:10:00.000-08:002012-01-14T02:10:51.647-08:00don't walk away from me<div>These few days, it has been really hard to find soothing music as the<br />radio tend to play more catchy songs that going to throb ur brain out.<br />Oh how much i resent those gaga, pitbull and other shi**y songs. I hope</div><div>more songs like this would be produce! though i don't know what that </div><div>creature at the end of this video signify. Ugh just enjoy the song anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zCPlkVgMUDw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-88902061043396998622011-12-13T08:04:00.000-08:002011-12-13T08:49:20.295-08:00ironic<div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Picked up a flower when driving through a garden and handed it to your co driver non hesitantly making her speechless.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Could be put as so hopelessly romantic</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>but he was neither the man of my dream</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>or the roses that bloom my heart</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">HAHA. there went an incident this morning that made me laughed out loud. if there was enough floor space, i would rolled myself laughing (ROFL)! actually it was the whole van that laughed over that whacky act by our driver. and i was that co driver. i was so out of my mind when he handed me that flower. Pakcik, you ruined my record! this was the 1st time where a man (left out boys) handed me a FRESH flower. I was hoping for someone else. My face froze for seconds before i burst into laughter with other girls. If only it was my ryu-chan that did that, i will melting for sure :p</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>he handed me this</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beCxSwnhFfo/TueA_bBqgjI/AAAAAAAAA04/FxACIIm5vhU/s1600/lol.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beCxSwnhFfo/TueA_bBqgjI/AAAAAAAAA04/FxACIIm5vhU/s400/lol.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685654881653391922" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>instead of this</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>(did not i tell you i got a thing with pink carnation? they are just beautiful!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB81KtLo7Yw/TueA_X92m-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/qV8DCYOnqS4/s1600/carnation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB81KtLo7Yw/TueA_X92m-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/qV8DCYOnqS4/s400/carnation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685654880832101346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-91822327619944640572011-12-11T07:26:00.000-08:002011-12-11T15:17:10.473-08:00hold back the tears<div><div style="text-align: center; ">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>My life has been so care free this past 2 weeks. well u got that when you are posted to rural health setting. I was happy, make new friendships and loose myself out. Till i fell for a boy out of nowhere. I don't know the reason for the liking but i dreamt about him. It was too late for me to shush him away and as i fell deeper and deeper, i knew that i should hurry up and pick myself up from those craps. Seeing him, ignoring me, were killing me. I don't know how to put this but it did really hurt. Oh how i miss my girls back at sg buloh to gush about everything i've felt here. After all, i need to back up.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hnOAPpRtHU/TuU3CjcZY6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ilTCgNEkJO8/s1600/asada.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hnOAPpRtHU/TuU3CjcZY6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ilTCgNEkJO8/s400/asada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685010621638730658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">meet asada ryutaro (my fiction love)</span></i> hahahaha</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-8324256833003311072011-11-29T05:37:00.000-08:002011-11-29T07:50:13.483-08:0010 years from now?<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This morning, i started my new posting feeling dismay and spiritless like ever. As having no mood, my mind lingered through the class to the other side of world. It's not like underground worlds like yakuza, vampire or what (though i do always dream of that kind of world). But i wonder what my life would be if this is not the road that i chose</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Situation A: struggling and juggling with calculus books wearing black big rounded spectacles talking hell with calculator. or maybe dealing craps with student-teacher relationship</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Situation B: happy dancing below the mistletoe with a 6 feet tall hot brunette with green eye while it snowing over the full moon and mapping out the plan to escape the classes tomorrow though had repeated the same papers for 2 times. blame the weather.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Situation C: duet singing in an indie band that consists of gorgeous males touring over the night clubs and never succeed while working part time to pick pizza and deliver milks around vegas (read below post to understand what that means haha)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Situation D: breastfeeding a kid that i bear with a guy that i never in love with regretting over how lame life was because he was the king and i was the slave. Hell that i hate that type of man most and if this was a movie, i would sue and kick him with my pumped up kicks.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Situation E: living alone in a city full of lights enjoying every bits of my life by just taking a sip of hot latte in the morning with muesli muffins while glancing over the crowd of men in suits. and my name is ruby to make it perfect. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So that you know that i love to dream of something weird. something different that i would never experience. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div>And this morning, a lecturer of mine asked the class what would you like to see yourself within 10 years time in future. I was still thinking when it was my turn which at last i blurted out something.........something i want least ; oncologist <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">(as i resembled myself to wilson of house d/t nerdiness). </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >After all i want to think less about future and just want to stay afloat of present. Can i?</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-65890786695205415952011-10-21T15:23:00.000-07:002011-10-29T06:13:27.229-07:00talk the walk<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It has been such a longggg time since i last wrote here. Oh yeah i barely got time to do it (according to my dear friend). But i guess it was due to my sleep pattern that had gone haywire since i started the new posting. Oh blog how i miss u! Many things happened that i wished i could put it up here but as i laid my restless body on my bed, i just dozed off with blank new post on screen staring silently at the sleeping me. It had been 5 weeks since i started medicine posting and all i can say was that it totally a riot to my internal body system. Affecting both my physical and mental. Truthfully to say that i never felt like this. Through the weeks, i could say that my physical didn't fit my mental status. But though how bad was that, i totally learnt a lot through those weeks. Seeing the patients that at the age of my grandma, granddad, mom and dad, i couldn't help but thinking of them. What would happen if that patient was my beloved close one? Can i be as that strong as those young kids that tirelessly waiting with hope for their parents? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And so yesterday i went to my on call routine with the other friend. After we have done with clerking a patient, i was hoping to see resuscitation thingy. I was mumbling all the way to female ward with my friend about how keen i was to see the procedure. And it happened that the moment we arrived there, there was a patient that already in asystole state resuscitated by 3 young doctors. We asked to join and they allowed us to try resuscitating her. I failed at first try as i still startled to do it on REAL patient. I never did it before except on the mannequin. Second try, i was good but i mistakenly took a glance over patient's face. The blood rushing to my face and my adrenaline jumping over my heart making me trembling. That late makcik was so in peace, she even not looking like a dead person. She more like in deep sleep and not to mention it was friday night. May she be placed among the honorable loved ones of Allah (swt)......After 30 minutes of trying, the doctors basically stop the resuscitation and declared the death to the family. There was very tearful moments to me, thank God my friend was there that i was able to strain my tears. Even the housemen could detect my face changed. And today, i went to see another 2 elderly bed ridden patients, one of them had cerebral infarction/stroke and he was in pain. The other one was having uncontrolled diabetes, his leg already gangrened and i could see 4 toes were amputated. Those two patients, they were alone. I asked that pakcik about their family which i much regret. Oh Allah, do make me stronger to be in this kind of field. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-77524683348776471192011-10-01T05:08:00.000-07:002011-10-01T05:18:09.523-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">this is the situation i'm in right now </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-_bPeP9J6E/TocC0qRo-cI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cdwy2PzvOGs/s1600/blogg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-_bPeP9J6E/TocC0qRo-cI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cdwy2PzvOGs/s400/blogg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658494560539048386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">clueless like ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-50998441139359118442011-09-19T04:16:00.000-07:002011-09-19T04:29:30.072-07:00uncool term<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Currently, i'm in new posting. A posting that is dreadful to all medical students because of its long haul in time and efforts. My first day? I hate it enough. So what's going to happen for me in next 8 weeks time? Seriously to say that i'm missing my surgery posting. Of the cool lecturers, the hot surgeons and interesting cases. To be there in medical department, you won't see much interesting cases. Lots of cases but with symptoms that so vague that difficult to diagnose because of so many co-morbidity, i was totally lost! And tomorrow marks my first bedsite teaching. I don't know what to happen lah. Bring it on</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-1632795181699636652011-09-03T05:37:00.001-07:002011-09-03T07:20:45.373-07:00long live my dears!<div><div style="text-align: center; ">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center; ">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Today was the fifth raya which narrated the end of my best friends' single status.</div><div style="text-align: left; ">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">W, my best friend since i was seven married on the 3rd of raya to her soulmate. The saddest part was that i missed the akad nikah. The ceremony was so simple but joyous with her loudness. I was a bit late but the moment i saw her and knowing that she was no longer available to be mine (i mean accompany me to play masak masak ke, sleepover ke lah), i myself was a bit emotional. However, seeing her sparkling-radiant-happy face next to her husband somehow soothed my heart. She has found her missing puzzle. I should be praying for the best for her though the husband stole my priceless friend! Still, long live the relationship and bear the kids asap ok!</div></div><div>
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<br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2lFodmz0pWI/TmI0JwWMpeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AZbT5SbDk8U/s400/010920111113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648134224877495778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>shy shy newlyweds</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i> </i></span></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeA0j_7cRQQ/TmI0KJSXVrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/soDbeM0RSKE/s400/010920111114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648134231572305586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>with the girls</i></span></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QyADPXTdNw/TmI0KHqwDGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/cvbHxRnhaws/s400/010920111118.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648134231137717346" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">aren't they look alike? </span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">
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<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obmepC5ItCo/TmI0KLu_lkI/AAAAAAAAAzk/MK-pH4rj2Uc/s1600/010920111120.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obmepC5ItCo/TmI0KLu_lkI/AAAAAAAAAzk/MK-pH4rj2Uc/s400/010920111120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648134232229254722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">over-excited me hoping to get some splash of berkah by stealing away bridal bouquet </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">*look at bride's face when i stole her bouquet hehe*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And for today, it was my best ever cousin and my best friend since i was a baby, Y's engagement day. O God, how i envy her. She engaged to her dream boy which she admired since she was thirteen. They were friends at first but separated as she transferred schools a lot. But who knows kan jodoh, they met again in higher secondary school and officially got together when they officially finished the high school. They were young though, both turning 20 this year *jealous* ! Still, long live the relationship, knows your limit as you both not halal to each other yet and your sister here prays that you both would tie the knot soon.</div><div>
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<br /></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJdtjYDJbP4/TmIsooR8qcI/AAAAAAAAAyU/QFAM8eLl9Bs/s400/DSCN0653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648125959195109826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">my first time entering bridal boutique! so colourful-rambang mata-cantiklah!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yUNx8PtgPY/TmIsoUdHKVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Fvx5rRiCiug/s400/DSCN0647.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648125953873226066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>2nd assistant got tired of waiting for the girl to finish her make up</i></span></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAn3TUYQU_E/TmIsouW_-TI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Xik6zOwQCuY/s400/DSCN0675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648125960826911026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>snapping while make up-ing</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
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<br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53DqLhO4Yuw/TmItA-XpDEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lbShtibjOD8/s400/DSCN0679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648126377441430594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>finally!</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
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<br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqWKsJqxmkQ/TmItBJxPLhI/AAAAAAAAAy0/cFj4nMt47kA/s400/DSCN0719.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648126380501577234" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>pelamin angan2 the girl</i></span></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoIgjDYp5vo/TmIu5KIxkDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/VL-qk8pl-hI/s400/DSCN0793.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648128442184601650" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>the tiers</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
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<br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROj5osiPL-E/TmItA7ATsyI/AAAAAAAAAys/RvAAxqUptp8/s400/DSCN0706.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648126376538256162" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>waiting for the boy</i></span></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-1pdGvWJpA/TmIu5PfI3WI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kAPT_mSYeaM/s400/DSCN0760.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648128443620580706" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">soon to be family</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">p/s: now i wonder when would be my turn hah? *rolling in deep blues*</div><div style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a></div></div>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-406156083417262011-08-31T06:40:00.000-07:002011-08-31T07:29:21.658-07:00thank you Al Hadi<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was a time when i was torn between choices and seriously in need of guidance in making decision. I was desperate enough that i blurted the thing to almost anyone. Till i dumbfounded by my own act. I was tired. and damnly exhausted. I silenced myself and turned myself in to Allah. Istikharah was my last resort at the moment. I was hoping for a sign, maybe a dream to guide me. But i am a kind of girl that used to dream a LOT in my sleep. So i kinda twisted either it related to my istikharah or not. However i was not losing my hope and kept praying istikharah for the choices. There was a time in month of Ramadhan that i cried because of that unresolved matter. And it happened that i had a dream after that. That dream was long enough that i barely missed my Subuh prayer and it related to the matter, like giving me a sign. It was a dream after Subuh, so i didn't give a bother lah *people used to say mimpi selepas subuh from setan kan*. I kept the routine though as i believe nobody knows the best option for me other than Him. I prayed that when the time comes and there was still no sign for me, i was hoping that the decision that i made was the best for me. And few days back, i made it without hesitation. Only today that i knew the other option that i could choose was really bad for me. MashaAllah. The dream that i had the other day during Ramadhan after Istikharah though after subuh was so true. The story line was like 95% the same. Thank you Allah O Al Hadi, the most Merciful, that i could turn my soul only to. </div><div>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> " You (alone) we worship, and You (alone) we ask for help (for each and everything) "</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Al fatihah : 5</span></i></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-43950434193165848542011-08-25T23:17:00.000-07:002011-08-26T00:17:52.887-07:00it's Friday!<div><div style="text-align: center; ">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center; ">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">yep! today is friday and i'm going back home!! tonight!! after spending almost 2 months time here in Sg Buloh, finally i would be coming home. So many eye opening thing-ies happen in this 2 months time. Those grim, serious, wrinkles and not to forget giggles and smiles in surgical department unit would come to end. I would be having end of posting exam after raya u know! after those heart blockage festives i hope that my brain would still viable lah..</div><div style="text-align: left; ">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Oh and yes, today was the last clinic session that i had with SOPD Sg Buloh. I was hoping to get into mr N's session at first but he didn't have clinic duty for today :( . So i went off with mr Y. I spared him alone. Anddd it turned out to be agak fun lah. He randomly chatted with me about here and there and he asked me about the cases that i had clerked before. I listed down and before he could ask me further about the case, i bombed him with questions. Hahaha how brilliante was i kann.. There he went his 2 pages long explanation and i was like 'enough laaa' ;p. He was totally a good teacher after all. and sweet too..He had to end the session earlier as he got emergency in OT so i waved him with smile and he gave me the sweetest smile that he got. Thank you mr Y for ending my day so beautifully though i can't get enough of mr N for today.</div><div style="text-align: left; ">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">here are the pics of what we did yesterday</div></div><div>
<br /></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzilW4yGVyI/TldGs4sKO0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/d57pyDV22o4/s400/250820111072.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645058394877999938" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >i dun wanna be a surgeon..but i want the surgeon per se. ROFL</span></i></div><div>
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<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry9HCQluTgc/TldHeC1ggoI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Kj8w-oDBZ9E/s1600/250820111074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry9HCQluTgc/TldHeC1ggoI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Kj8w-oDBZ9E/s400/250820111074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645059239415153282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >*the docs sucking mannikins' bloody syrup*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >SELAMAT MENYAMBUT PENGHABISAN RAMADHAN !</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >still not in raya mood lagi ok</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a></div>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-51168558655817629272011-08-17T06:59:00.000-07:002011-08-17T07:17:00.819-07:00this is what they call a real love<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DO watch this video , as it totally tearing me up. And now i'm missing both my parents. They are imperfect but their love is perfect enough. Nobody would love you the way your parents love you from the first second they saw you. You are their love at first sight. :'( </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-92043441002691125422011-08-16T08:31:00.000-07:002011-08-16T09:31:42.871-07:00what a waste<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Found this shockingly warning while browsing for handbag. Read it up as you might give it a second thought on choosing the right handbag after this ;p. But sadly to say lah, not all producer would be so bluntly honest like this. No wonder la this bag with such grand brand is so much cheaper. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div>
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<br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Who still want to buy after that warn kan. Not me anyway. </div><div>
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<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22602737@N08/4618648196/" title="signature by herpes simplex, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/4618648196_852595c639_o.png" width="183" height="62" alt="signature" /></a></div></div>nuraruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491642209617854498noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229869128690059727.post-13574873762745398092011-08-12T23:26:00.000-07:002011-08-12T23:51:56.260-07:00talking about peer pressure<div style="text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So i called my mom this morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">me: A is going to be married this raya! What should i give her? *excited as A is my BFF since i was seven*</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: so you'll be rooting alone after this. No one would play with you during your midterm break *sound cynical there*</div><div style="text-align: left;">me: uh huh. she's going to follow her husband to Gua Musang! *is she out of her mind to go to gua musang?! she wouldn't last ehehe*</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: btw, when is your cousin's engagement day? *she is younger than me*</div><div style="text-align: left;">me: *remember* uh huh! she is on 5th raya. A is on 3rd. *how handful of me*</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: they're going to leave you alone soon. poor you *sounds like she want to tease me of how aloof i am*</div><div style="text-align: left;">me: can i get married tooooo? *nonsensically blurbing*</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: do you already have someone special?</div><div style="text-align: left;">me: errrrrrrrrr...............NOPE.</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: then how you would get married? </div><div style="text-align: left;">me: then you find me one lah*buahahaha*</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: i wont. let the man find you *can't you be a bit nicer to me T.T ?*</div><div style="text-align: left;">me: arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i don't know how to find as i tend to overlook everything. I like people who doesn't like me. And i don't like the people who like me*try to get her sympathy*</div><div style="text-align: left;">mom: chillax lah. 3 years more to go till you will be able to get married. till then, take your time and find someone *now i got my warn*</div><div style="text-align: left;">me: 3 yearssss? ....................................................</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">now that i want to kill those two people who put me under this so not kind of pressure that i want to be in. i'm still a child after all</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">mood: thinking of where should i get myself to find the man. Any idea? </div><div>
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