Graduation story.

After the pre-graduation photos with my buddy-buddy, here is the real graduation photo!
Check out my pre-grad moments here.

Life isn't about finding yourself. It's about creating yourself.

And alhamdulillah, thank you Allah for the golden chance You have given.

I am officially an Occupational Therapists.

I have failed once, but I know I have to be strong and keep going.

We fall so we can learn how to pick ourselves up right?

Life is too short to be wasted. 

If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way!

Maybe for you diploma was just a little cert and maybe worthless.

But the experience, the laugh and tears, the up and down, the friend and foe are all

 priceless.

"Thanks to those who entered my life, you made who I am today.

Thanks to those who cared, you make me feel so important.

Thanks to those who listened, you made me like I was worth it.

Thanks to those who loved me, you made my heart go fonder.

Thanks to those who hated me, you made me stronger.

Thanks to those who left, you showed me that nothing last forever.

Thanks to those who stays, you showed me true friendship."

Goodbye is tradition.

This is Sepet. My right side pillow-mate.

And this is Syahduu. My left side pillow-mate.

Ughh the air-cond just ruined the 'quality' of this image. *sigh. Because of the air-cond I admit this is i-City not New York City. 

During our childhood time, we used to share bottle milk, quarreling on whose milk taste most goood.
During teenage time, we like to babbling, gossiping and chit-chatting with eyes close until we snore.
We spend most of our time laughing, less time quarreling and plenty time crying on each other shoulder.
And now we are getting bigger, getting more matured and yet beautiful too! Haha

Adulthood make us apart.

We talk less, meet less and laugh less.
And today, it is the time to say goodbye to Sepet.

The plane will took her off and send her back when she had successfully become a dentist.
Farewell love.

Homework.

Home wasn't a working place for me. During school time, I just can't accept the term - homework. Almost all the time I barely able to finish my homework at home. I believe you could understand the moment when you had setting up all your stationary on the table, neatly arrange your reference materials, picking your best pen, taking a deep breath to find a mood to start.

 Bismillah..
Then you start to write a word on the paper - which when your idea spilling from the brain onto the paper and suddenly...

"Could you help me to wash the dishes please," mom yelling.

"I was just started to do my homework"

I replied and another voice come from house compound.

"Can you get me my hoe in the store room," dad's voice.

Then..

 You will hear the sound of  books being closed and chair being pushed. 

Well at certain time, when my parents noticed that I am busy with my assignment or during school time we called it kerja kursus, they won't bother me of course. Parents understanding was overwhelming you know. But this child also can understand well. I mean how could you pretend not to hear the sound of chopping knife from the kitchen and the sound of shoveling from the outside compound, right? 

This is how I spend my holiday. 

Sorry sir, I didn't finished your homework because I had to settled down my homework.