Story behind it.


Assalamu'alaykum. hoihoi. :)

How's life? Alhamdulillah, never better. 

Cuti dah nak habis, another 2 weeks to go approximately.. wuwuwu
After induction, start Taaruf program. After Taaruf, life's getting back to normal as a third year student. 

I've never imagine to enrolled myself into pharmacy school. Since I was a child, maybe 6 to 7 years old I wanted to be a doctor. I love going to hospital. I like the smell of clinic, hospital and even dental clinic though I hate going there for a check up. However, I never think or having a thought or a daydream or maybe a vision of me becoming a dentist. Maybe sebab dentist is not a quite popular ambition among children back then. Yelah, dah nama pun budak. Apa yang kawan dia nak, dia pun nak. Ingat tak borang profil murid yang catat all kita punya details macam berat, tinggi, cita-cita sepanjang kita sekolah rendah dulu? Yang every year of school guru kelas akan interview kita nak jadi apa. 
Haish polis, bomba, doktor, pensyarah, jurutera, jururawat ialah pekerjaan yang femes la dalam kalangan budak-budak. Mana ada dengar kawan-kawan nak jadi expert in actuarial science ke, perdana menteri ke, ahli politik ke, neurosurgeon or cardiologist ke. mana ada! 

Then when I was in high school, I don't know what I wanna be in future. I think I was busy thinking how to ace the exam more than having passion towards achieving ambition. Exam Oriented. 
But deep inside, I still think that "Okay, the pathway after SPM is to get myself into a medical school, do my best and work on what you love. Now, just rebus the notes and drink it. pfft." 

Habis SPM, melompat-lompat habis sekolah. Oh, belum habis paper lagi dah panjat tangki sekolah. Tangki belakang rumah bonda, pengetua. Pagi-pagi lagi mandi pun belum, sarung sweater "WE class of 2011", sneaked into the area. Panjat pagar, naik tangga, sampai atas tangki.. perempuan apa ni! haha 
The climb was hard, gayat. But the breath taking view can only be treasured when you reach the top compared to cherished it halfway.

I took my driving lesson in Melaka. I stayed with my aunt's family and my uncle is a radiologist. 3 months I've been there. They took me wherever they went. Dinner, wedding, short meeting.. So I met some doctors, pharmacist, surgeon and other experts in medical field.   
This time, I know what I wanted to be. 

If people asked me why during that time, I would answer like this. 
Medicine took me 5 years of study, short of holidays, sleepless night, busy day. On call post call. More than 24 hours of work with fully-working standby mode in case of emergency. High risk, high insurance. Bla, bla, bla..

Ok itu masa otak belum cukup mature. Now I know it. Semua yang kerja akan busy, semua yang kerja akan menanggung risiko, semua yang kerja akan dipersoalkan amanahnya, semua yang kerja akan sama melainkan mereka yang berniat bahawa kerjayanya adalah satu ibadah.
woo what a neutral stand. hiks :')

Now that I'm in a pharmacy school, and pharmacist in hospital pun ada "on call" especially masa PRP yang seniors cakap takdak life tu; I undestood how life's gonna be. Dan apa yang penting?

Redho, move on and ace it. 

Before you think of giving up, remember why you started. 

Regards,
3rd Year Rx12. 




  

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