Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Final Exam



Assalamualaikum :)
Kemain skema kan tajuk. Haha. Okay actually I really should be packing up my stuffs right now,
but I'm blogging instead. A sudden urge to write, entahlah kenapa.
Esok bas pukul 9.30 pagi menuju ke Kajang, semoga perjalanan nanti baik-baik saja.
Orang lain semua dah nak merdeka aku baru nak start exam, sobsob.
Pressure pulak rasanya.
Roommate aku pun dah masuk semester baru tau next week.
Lagi lah pressure :/
Ceh time dia exam dulu kemain sedap je kau tidur Sarah. Tak pressure pulak dia?
Sekarang giliran kau la pulak. Haha.
Tahun ni PU-RCSI punya sistem lain sikit. Bukan PU je lah, RCSI Dublin sekali lah kan.
Student second and third year start exam bulan Disember hari tu. And third year student dah start semester 6 diorang Isnin lepas. Second year student bakal beranjak ke semester ke 4 tanggal 13 Januari depan. Dan tanggal 13 Januari tersebut merupakan first day final examination bagi budak2 first year, iaitu aku lah >_<
Cuak weh cuak. *Tepuk dada bisik all is well*
Haihhh. Haha gua cuakk T_____T


So kawan-kawan, pada yang sedang menghabiskan sisa-sisa paper yang ada,
I wish you guys the very best of luck and jugak all the best :)
Pada yang dah merdeka, tahniah atas freedom anda dan sila gunakan cuti dengan bermanfaat.
Dan pada yang baru selesai mid-sem break, selamat kembali menghadiri kelas, menyelesaikan assignments, menjawab test dan bersedia untuk final korang nanti. Hehe.
And rata-rata student SPM batch 2010 yang pursued diploma dulu sedang menjalani final semester (provided course korang 3 tahun), enjoy your final semester and be sure to rock it okay ;)


Develop success from failures. 
Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success. 
- Dale Carnegie


Maka aku rasa macam dah banyak cakap and aku pun kena kembali pada jalan yang benar ni,
kena kemas beg awal-awal nanti tertinggal nota susah pulak,
Terengganu dengan Seri Kembangan tu bukan dekat >_<
So here is it, 6 papers of final examination.
3 days of exam (sebab paper gabung: 2 paper dalam sehari).
And 1 hari viva.
Doakan kejayaan kita bersama tauuuu!

Ihiks cute nya jadual, kecik je. Haha. Doakan aku dapat turn awal untuk anatomy practical (viva) tu sebab lagi cepat habis lagi bagus, boleh study untuk consequent paper. Yang aku crossed out with black lines tu paper yang aku tak amik. Heeee aku dah amik Malaysian Studies punya final examination Disember hari tu. Macam Sejarah weii cuma beza dia belajar dalam English. Aku terkebelakang sikit kalau pasal Sejarah dan facts yang boring macam Perlembagaan Malaysia. Kerakyatan, Jus Soli bagai tu. Executive, Judiciary bla bla bla. Kemain aku menghafal semua dalam English, pasal YDPA lah, PM lah, lega rasa bila dah lepas. Hopefully cantik ah markah Malaysian Studies tu. Weeeee.
Tak sabar nak merdeka, tapi aku nak merdeka dengan bergaya
(baca: merdeka dengan perasaan happy sebab boleh jawab semua soalan, amin).
PS: May we'll meet again this 26th my dear Terengganu :*
PPS: Semester break aku kejap je. 26 Januari sampai 4 Februari je. Sobs. K serious aku kena pergi kemas beg sekarang.
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Saturday, January 4, 2014

A Sweet Lesson on Patience



Assalamualaikum.
Scrolled Facebook before getting back to my notes,
found this and felt it's a beautiful story to be shared :)

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A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again.
Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away,
but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked..

'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.

A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness.
'It's nothing', I told her..
'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.'

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 
'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' 
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. 

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. 

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. 

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. 

For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. 

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
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Thursday, January 2, 2014