Sunday, May 18, 2008 / 5:50 PM

Last Wednesday was way filled with excitement for the latest batch of SGH staffs. My colleagues and I anxiously sat down obediently with mouth kept shut and tight, waiting to know our individual posting. My stomach was filled with butterflies, cocoons and even caterpillars. That day was much more terrifying than the time when I had to go back to school to collect my O-level result. More or less, that day determines my first step of nursing career.

Everyone was mumbling to oneself and some even prayed that they will get the ward they had opted. So, not getting the department that one hoped for definitely brings disappointments and sudden breakdown.

As usual, still in denial state, I was hoping that I could get into Specialist Outpatient Clinic (SOC) by luck so that I can enjoy office hours and a weekend off. Eventually, I had to forgo that thought because they don't encourage fresh graduands to join SOC.

Anyway, Alhamdulillah I got what I have opted in one of my choice. Days have passed. Lectures have come to an end. It's time for us to be in the ward. It has never been easy during student days. It is tougher now than before. Much much more!

I spent most hours at work and slept like a log each time I got home. It somehow became a routine habit. I am lacking of sleeps, if you must know. I'm practically sighing each time I wake up to go to work, sighing each time I step out of the house (even before the sun rises), sighing each time I know my off days will be random. Of course, to go out unnecessarily after work became a big hesitant now. What more with auditing going on in July and a test on Intravenous Medications in June. Boy, it's such a chore!

I want and need to take a breather, especially during off days.

I have never known that working life is tough. Not until I embarked this journey myself. Not until this 20 years of life.

I am sitting on the brink of a sampan in the middle of the deep blue sea. I can fall anytime in the day/night, fearing of getting drown and never able to float.

'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'

Saturday, May 3, 2008 / 9:14 PM

She is a silent killer who indirectly scrapes off your tissue cavities and be contented when she sees you bleed continuously. She is one egoistic devil who thinks she is perfect and flawless. That is so scary.

She has made me lose my mind, definitely not in a good way.

Wanted:

Name: De-vel-li-shious B*tch
Age: 20 over years
Occupation: Preacher-cum-Pretender
Hobbies: Digs into people’s life and make a big hu-ha out of it.
Crime: A silent killer is the worst killer ever.

Please find her and do justice.
I am so drained out.

'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'

Who would have thought that I would be what I am today. I seriously have never imagined that I would even be in this position I am currently in. I guessed, I can no longer hear that typical question, "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Yet another phase in life, a bigger responsibility awaits me.

I officially donned on my uniform last Monday. It was a great difference as compared to when I was having attachments as a student. My stomach was filled with millions of butterflies the moment I stepped out of the house that very morning. Every step I took, it felt like all eyes were on me. Plus, I took the same bus with this old man whom I used to nurse during my days as a student. Oh well, let's not talk about it. Otherwise, my days at work is nothing exciting actually. It's practically the same old thing other than the new changed uniform. Bah.

Okay, so I am having this foundation programme for 21-days at work. I can tell you that it totally bores me. So does majority of my colleagues. The programmes are merely lectures and all we need to do is just sit, listen and perhaps do some scribbling. Trust me, that was not an easy task. Most of us were either dozing off, chatting away or live in our own world. Apart from that, we almost experienced butt sores and body stiffness.

My friends and I realised that we might just turn vegetable or comatose any time soon, and decided to stop stoning. We did few activities, to the extent that we even played Tic Tac Toe and Bingo, just to keep ourselves awake and occupied. Since we are pretty good at entertaining ourselves, days at work wasn't that bad after all.

Credits to Khairiyah, she started off with that nonsensical Malay poetry sessions. For I am such a sweetheart who loves to laugh at my own joke, I shall type all of it here. I apologise to those who do not understand Malay language.
[K=Khairiyah, J=Me, A=Afida]

K - Bangun pagi mencari rotan,
Mencari rotan dengan Cik Dolah;
Wahai Nazihah anak Cik Emran,
Aku boring nak balik lah!

J - Duduk-duduk bontot sakit,
Aku ngantuk, muka pun melekit;
Perut aku mintak dipicit,
Asik berak, juboh pun perit!

K - Ikot mak pergi market,
Sambil berjalan makan bangkit;
Nak tau kenape juboh kau perit,
Pasal kau anak berpenyakit.

J - Afida Aziz di kiri Khairiyah,
Khairiyah pulak di kiri Nazihah;
Kanan Nazihah penuh dengan orang cina;
Aku dah tak boleh fikir lah gila.

J - Empat lima babi beranak,
Makan babi aku tak nak;
Besok off pasal Labour Day,
Kenapa keling suka cakap ‘Dey’?

K - Pergi pancing nak kan siakap,
Sambil menunggu ternampak ular;
Sebab kenape diorang suka cakap,
Sumpah! Sungguh aku tak tau lar.

K - Masuk dapur makan biscuit,
Dengar pulak lagu Lil Wayne;
Boleh aku tanya sikit,
Kau ngan Azri bila nak kawin?

J - Bunga melur, bunga rampai,
Kau ni suka soal bukan-bukan;
Kalau jodoh aku dah sampai,
Nanti aku jemput kau dengan Syaihan.

K - Pergi pasar nak beli ikan,
On the way balik terjatuh perigi;
Sebab kenapa aku soal bukan-bukan,
Otak buntu takleh fikir lagi.

J - Satu dua tiga empat,
Boyfriend aku favourite roti kirai;
Kau dan aku kan dah penat,
Apa kata kau tutup tirai?

A - Nenek aku masak roti kirai,
Aku pulak tak suka makan kari;
Sebagai tanda pembuka tirai,
Cubalah beli pantunku ini.

K - Afida pergi beli jelly,
Jelly pulak ada kelapa;
Memang boleh aku beli,
Tapi nak beli pakai apa?

A - Pergi ke pasar beli ikan,
Terserempak pulak dengan Mat kepit;
Kalau kau tak ada duit nak belikan,
Suroh JeeJee supply kan duit sikit.

J - Cheryl Chng suka makan kerepek,
Nenek aku rajin buat kek;
Khairiyah makan roti jangan tercekik,
Eh Afida, jangan nak merepek!

That’s it. Those paragraphs sure perk our blues in the lecture hall, you know.

Not to forget, the only daughter of Mr Chng. She coincidentally collected all of our 5 identity cards and creates a story out of them. That was so hilarious! We seriously do look like illegal immigrants from all over the world.

From left to right: Vietnamese, China, Indonesian, Sri Lankan, Malaysian.

Hahaha. What the hell.

So, a week has passed and soon I will come to know which ward I am posted to. After which I have completed the foundation programme, I will be on my feet in the ward as one of them. Boy, I am tensed. I miss my days as a student.

This shall be the next question I hope to hear. "Now what do you want to be in the future?" since I am not liable to answer to, "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

I want to be a rich tai-tai.
Pretty please?

'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'

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