holding one cup of hot frappuccino in his hands, hata writes what he sees from his bedroom window. It may be multicolor on one day yet it will be au contraire on the other day.
Loving adventures, he gets up when he falls amidst the unfriendly alien-look surroundings he currently lives in. Born with a split identity, he may be as charming as a prince but he may turn into an insensitive being. He loves meeting new acquaintances and enchante, he wishes in advance.
Ne'er cast a clout till May be out and he's eagerly hoping to leave Irbid, the city where love seems ephemeral, forever. And yeah, he never watches reality tv shows for he thinks that life is but a dream
I am blessed, my current room has a small window next to this table where i can view the street. I just miss having my own windows. A year in the government quarters, I was deprived from this erm to some small detail,but to me having a window of my own is a luxury. As I was saying I dont have a window of my own, although there was a 3 panel somehow I dont feel like it is mine because it wasnt situated at my side of the room.
I just couldnt believe , I managed to sail through my first year as an HO in Kuala Pilah. Last month marked my first anniversary here. I can still vividly remember being scolded in front of a cubicle jampacked with patients because I could only fix pink branula (small size IV line) by my specialist. At that time, I felt so embarrased ,my eyes smarting up ..but an encouraging ward mate kept pacing behind the specialist showing me funny signs,making faces.. I am so eternally grateful to him. If it wasnt for him, maybe there will be a repeat of the biblical flood there and then. And the kind unstable angina uncle,who patted me and say " Takpe nak. Dia memang macam tu. Sebelom kau ada ramai lagi doktor pelatih yang kena. " Thank you uncle for the reversal role. My dear MO,who always backed me up and hid my mistakes. Scolding me in his own way while protecting my interest. Learning so many procedures from him. He wasnt well liked in the department but to me he has a golden heart. My first time oncall in female ward ( I was posted in male wards at that time) ,he kept me company.Gently guiding me.My clerking was bad,dearest Baez made simplified note which I carried in my pocket till the 2nd month's over. As the months went by, I got less scolding. I started gaining confidence.Making lifelong friends along the way. I became friends with someone who I thought I could never be friend with.I passed the viva. Good Lord, I can never express how joyful the day was.
My second posting was a bliss. I love the posting. I love my superiors. I love the atmosphere. I had ample time to study. I love the work. Pity those who went to the department after our time, I heard the boss is stricter nowadays. During my time,I simply love talking to him.Learning his trade. He loves to ask questions. quizzes. CMEs . Drug talks.
My third posting was different. So many specialists. So many female MOs. Lol. Whenever a department is full with female, precaution is needed. We girls have so many thing to balance. I love the work though.The posting is very rewarding in the sense that everytime before you sleep you feel satisfied remembering the smiling mommies and the cute babies. The working hours were longer,you were confined with small group of people and you start hating petty things about them which usually you dont notice. I felt like l'enfant terrible myself during those days. Tired minds do not make good doctors mind you! Everyday I pray to Allah so that I will not make any major mistake that will compromise my patient and jeopardize my remaining days in the posting. Everyday I have to tell myself today is a great day an even better day than yesterday. Despite all that, most of the time I feel happy being part of a big family. Owh god,this is worst than my first posting I thought . But Alhamdulillah, God's great. I left the department gaining so much.
Currently I am in a new department, still trying to adapt. From three rounds per day to one full round per day. Longer operation hours! Omg,mind you,the OT can last up to ten hours.However I am so glad with what I am today.
Looking back,I have my first posting garang specialist to thank for. He made me want to learn more. I understand now,so many moons after, that his harsh words were in a way gentle. I learnt that sometime you have to be cruel to be kind. The other specialist in my first posting is really an angel ,he too taught me a lot. If ever both of them read this, I just want you to know that I am forever grateful.
holding one cup of milo, nad writes while sometimes throwing her gaze at the beautiful starry nite sky. Altho it seems white n bland [she can no longer say she loves the cold weather],she feels safely at home rght now. Her personality is straight forward,there's no twist. Prefer honesty than being lied to.Her peeves hatred.She loves traveling to her heart content and swiping credit card is her specialty ^^. She writes regularly albeit sometime as like many famous authors she suffers from the famous writer's block so u can expect a hiatus and wait until her mood returns.Owh have i forgotten to mention, she is moody. lols.She watches reality tvshows to her heart's content
