That One Special Open House

to be looking at it, it seemed like any other open houses. a canopy, tables and chairs, friends and relatives coming, salam (handshakes), rendang ketupat kuah kacang spaghetti all sorts of food lying on a long table which the guests always swarmed at first before finding a place to sit, the host running around to ensure each one of her guests was well entertained, not eating that much realising there were still some houses to go to, still some spaces to spare in our tummy, catch up sessions, yea . . it pretty much seemed like a regular raya open house.

but it didnt seem like that to me

'cause it brought me to you.

i remembered when you started to get to know me on FB chat. but we've never met officially during school hours. but at that particular open house, i came and so did you. she was actually our mutual friend. i came with my friends and you came with yours. oh, i had to borrow some space in the fridge for some packed food and she allowed. the story about this will come later. i was at a table and you were at another, knowing that we haven't really talked face-to-face, i took the courage to walk to your table. and that was how it all started. i was eager to learn photography and you, you always had a DSLR in your hand. that was how we clicked.

i was about to leave, i walked out, thinking that what happened just now was merely nothing. then, yea remember about the thing that was in the refridgerator? i went back in to get it. you were still there. then... that was when you asked me for my number. i normally wouldnt give it simply to anyone, but maybe the fact that you were being such a gentleman for asking me directly made me give in a little. and i thanked the keep-cool packed food for that. and from there on, we got to know each other.

another reason why the house was so special was because it has been our routine to go there every raya. we went there together, no longer separately. there was once, we stayed there until dusk. we took some pictures after a long day visiting some open houses. that was the time when our friend said we looked good together.

it may not seem extraordinary to any of you. 'cause that was my story. a story that i will cherish as long as i could.

today i went to the house for raya. but i went there with my friends and not with you. i talked with my friends and not with you. everything was there but not you. and i just wished that you were there at a table and i was at another. and you took the courage to walk to my table.

Royal College of Surgeon it is!

the answer is out!

All the dilemmas and confusion of whether to choose UCD or RCSI can stop now. Allah has granted RCSI for me and all i need to do now is to have trust in Him.

Nah, nak fe-feeling sikit. hehe.

 this is where i'll be moulding myself into a doctor for the next 2.5 years.

After consulting whoever possible persons (doctors, seniors, relatives, papa's friends, mama's friends ect) i finally settled down with my choice. My choice was a bit astray from everyone else's and that was why i contemplated before i could actually reconvince myself. 

Oh well. Allah puts me here . there must be a reason for that :)

Wish me for all the luck i would possibly need. :D