tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29391317244380207712024-03-13T23:56:15.689+08:00.:kata-kata aku:.there is no such thing as a wrong opinion, provided that Islam is a givenhumairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-64784742963394899352017-11-16T09:14:00.000+08:002017-11-16T09:14:36.151+08:00Escape death<div dir="ltr">
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It has been quite some time since my last post. No, i am not gonna shut this blog down. It is just....... Okay, another excuse. 'Being busy' lols. Typical me. </div>
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Anyway, my pregnancy journey worth to keep here. To remind future me, my 13 years old son later on and my husband. To remind us how we escape death. (well, it doesn't sounds right as we know no one can escape death, it is a fate. But in our case, with our limited knowledge, compare to Allah's, obviously, we see it as we did escape death with His Ar Rahman)</div>
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So here it is, </div>
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I survived complete placenta previa (also known as Grade 4 Placenta Previa) at 38 +4 weeks pregnant.</div>
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And yes, i have go through C-Sec, but no, it is not elective. It was emergency c-sec. </div>
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I don't want to write how they missed the placenta previa, or how they treat me initially, no, i don't want to have any blame game here. I am still alive, baby is healthy and all of us are grateful for that. </div>
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Enough. </div>
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But what I want to write is my pregnancy journey. Flashback to 9 months earlier. So that we remember how grateful we are. </div>
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We just married 11 months ago, 29th January 2017, I was a housewife, not yet a house officer. Lols. <br />
A fulltime housewife. We start our life, living together under one roof in a small apartment. Adjusting phase they said. <br />
Learnt about each other, and still learning actually. <br />
My favourite quote at that time was, "kahwin dahhh, with my classmate" lols. <br />
I can't remember how many times I said that. Because it was still unbelievable. </div>
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Anyway, fast forward. I missed my period for few days. And as a graduate from Irish system, we knew folic acid should be consume 3 months before conceive to prevent neural tube defect. It is before. B.e.f.o.r.e. </div>
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So, as worried I am, I told my husband about my period, about folic acid yadaa yadaa, and being a cool husband, he brought back home 2 UPT (urine pregnancy test) And being myself who dont care about drama or surprises or yadaa yadaaa, did the test and asked him to interpret. No, there was no such thing as, surprise, abang! Hahaha but instead, abang, betul ke ni? Ce abang tengok, abang, abang, abang, hahaha</div>
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A nagging wife. Oh well. ( and I repeat the test on the next day because I cant believe it I am pregnant!!) </div>
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And my husband on the first response was overexcited, whereas I was in shock <u>haha</u>. The decision to have a child as early as possible was our decision, not his alone. But we didnt expect this soon. So, Alhamdulillah. All praise to Him, The Almighty. </div>
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So, thats it. I am pregnant. Did the necessary thing, made a booking visit, open the pink book, etc</div>
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And alhamdulillah my first trimester experienced was uneventful, still managed to cook, did the housework, no vomiting, just i cant tolerate rice as much as before. Thats it. </div>
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Then later, 16 weeks pregnant, I started as a HO, and it also means we were going to start a long distance relationship (LDR) It was in our plan. and Alhamdulillah so far everything worked as plan. Eventhough it was a bit difficult. </div>
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We both admitted LDR wasnt easy. But we both tried very hard to make it possible. There were times I was too emotional (blame the pregnancy hormones. Lols) there were times I was being too attached to him. But at the end, I know I need to be strong. And he is always there whenever I need.</div>
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Starting in surgical department as my first posting wasnt a bad idea at all. It was indeed tiring. Both emotional and physical. I defaulted my antenatal appointment for 6 weeks. Went to private clinic only when he came down to meet me. I know I shouldnt do that. But this profession drained sooo much of my energy. -alasan. Hahah. Eh betul la. </div>
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Anyway, I survived 4 months in surgical department, without extension and created beautiful memories. And friends of course. So, thats my second trimester and Alhamdulillah uneventful, my little boy grow healthy in my tummy, no complaint at all, except mild anaemia. Oh well, my baseline Hb was always low. Lols.</div>
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Then, lets move to third trimester. Means, lets move to another department. Medical. At first, it was okay, but slowly I feel easily tired. Back in second trimester, I survived not eating the whole day until midnight. I survived not sleeping at all during oncall. </div>
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But not this third trimester. Thank God, medical posting wasnt too bad, got time to eat maaa, haha. And I was very good with my antenatal appointment except the last one.</div>
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Back to this third trimester. Again, nothing much to complaint. Until 37 weeks, I started to have minimal pv bleed. Went to the hospital, treat as show with Os open 1cm. </div>
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I still had to do oncall that week. And my request not to do oncall was only granted on the following week. So, yeap, I did my oncall up until 38 weeks.<br />
And decided to do more walking and up and down the stairs, to make it easy for labour. Had few minor contractions here and there but bearable. We did aim for labour that weekend but it didnt happened. </div>
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A week later, I missed my antenatal appointment, decided to go to private clinic to make up the missed one.</div>
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It was my off day, but I was too lazy to get out from bed that morning. So, I decided to go later but suddenly I cant start my car and needs to wait for someone to check it. It turned out the car was ran out of battery and need to change to the new one. </div>
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My sister came over and asked for a sisters-time. So we did dropby at the clinic, but they didnt accept patients anymore until tonight. Alright, so lets go eating! Yeah. And my husband passed his assessment that evening. Alhamdulillah. </div>
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That night, I went to the clinic again. Alone. And thats how I know I have placenta previa. And I know I need to be admitted that night with possibility of operation at that night. </div>
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Mix feelings. Shock. Scared. Alone. </div>
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Called my husband on the way home. Non stop crying. </div>
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The rest of the story as usual. Admitted. Start fasting, for op on the next day, he flew on first flight at early morning, and here came the beautiful lil boy. Tadaaaa. <br />
(he inserted my branulla, urine catheter, and being the most wonderful husband I could even ask for) </div>
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I hate doing 'if' games, but this one is exceptional. To make us becoming more grateful. </div>
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1. If I didnt miss my appointment, they might continue the same plan and wait until 40 weeks for the next scan</div>
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2. If I didnt go and check, I might die of hypovolaemic shock due to bleeding when I have a stronger contraction </div>
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3. If I went to the clinic earlier, there is a chance that my husband wouldnt make it </div>
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4. If the car didnt break down, I might go to the clinic earlier, which brings to the problem at no 3 and my husband wouldnt able to complete his assessment</div>
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5. If I continue doing on call on that week, my baby and I in huge danger</div>
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6. If they detect that earlier, it might jeopardize my contract. I might have problem working in the future, as I might need to be warded earlier/in bed rest</div>
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The biggest escape was the hypovalemic shock part. </div>
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Just google the complications of placenta previa and you will know how dangeraous it is - both to the mother and child. Especially during term. </div>
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Dear future me,<br />
Be grateful. You are still alive. <br />
Allah gives you time to repent. <br />
And it is a miracle that you are still alive, baby Khalish is healthy. <br />
Please, be a good servant. Jangan tangguh solat, baca Quran hari-hari. Sedekah regularly, zikir and remember Allah during both senang dan susah. </div>
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Dear Khalish,<br />
You are a miracle to both of us. Remember, Allah ada. He will take care of you whenever, wherever you are. Dont be afraid. Tegakkan kebenaran. Do good. Whatever difficulties that you have face, we might unable to help you, but pray harder, InsyAllah Allah will show you the way. <br />
Look how Allah has taken care of you while you are in my womb, insyAllah He will take care of you while you are in this wild world.<br />
Have faith, dear. Have faith. </div>
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Love,<br />
Ummi and Abah. </div>
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Dear my husband,</div>
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Thank you for being the most supportive,loving husband and father. Thank you for everything. May Allah bless you, dear! and whatever happens, we will stay strong together. Have faith. Trust.We will make this marriage works and together we will reunited in Jannah. Amin! </div>
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Day 14 of life<br />
Day 14 post emergency LSCS<br />
Placenta previa survivor<br />
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Assalamualaikum and hi!<br /></div>
Rasa rajin pulak nak update blog tiba-tiba. Lols.<br />
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Anyway, I attended a meeting yesterday. Well, a women-related-NGO thing. And I met this young lady. I can't really say I know her but I did hear about her long time ago and we were supposed to meet years years ago. But you know I am a busy lady. Hahah. Just joking.<br />
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So, back to this lady. She was graduated from a university in New Zealand and she met my elder sister long time ago and they were kinda keep in touch with each other. Okay fair enough.<br />
This lady was from Ipoh, Perak and did her praktikum in my hometown. And turns out she fall in love with this guy and they got married! Now, she is here in my hometown.<br />
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Why I'm telling you this? To show that she is not related to me or my husband. Just my sister.<br />
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Then, yesterday, after some ice breaking, yadaa yadaa, she suddenly said, "akak rasa akak kenal la suami awak (I think I know your husband)"<br />
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Bear in mind, she can't attend my wedding because just got a baby. and she saw my wedding picture in the NGO group. Well, some members did came over.<br />
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After she said that, I was like okayyyyy, in my heart, how on earth you know my husband??!! (in a very soft tone okayy, bukan marah. lols)<br />
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Then she continued, "Akak google suami awak dan baru akak teringat, dulu zaman dekat New Zealand, kami follow PPIMI punya Youtube, apa ntah Trek something. Dan dulu teringin nak buat tapi tak ada orang dekat NZ seberani suami awak"<br /><br />
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"What a small world"<br />
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Well, sis, he just retired from doing those stuff. So, yeah. That's how small the world is. Just at your fingertip you got that information and back in NZ and Eire, miles miles away, and yet, she recognized my husband.<br />
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I know it is kinda wrong to put that quote "what a small world" in this situation where usually happen when someone REALLY know that person whereas in this case, she only know through Youtube. Lols.<br />
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I told my parents about this, and their reaction was epic, Papa said, kan kita semua daripada Adam dan Hawa. Lols.<br />
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Yeah, right, dad.<br />
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So, back to the topic. Indeed this world is very small. There is a study saying there is only just six degrees of separation between us! Numbers of theoram on friends and strangers had been shared. To what extend it is true, I don't know. But it is not surprising if it is true.<br />
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The concept was popularised by John Guare's 1990 play, Six Degrees of Separation, which was turned into a film starring Will Smith, Stockard Channing, Donald Sutherland and Ian McKellen. One of the characters says: 'I read somewhere that everybody on this planet is separated by only six other people. Six degrees of separation between us and everyone else on this planet. The President of the United States, a gondolier in Venice, just fill in the names. I find it extremely comforting that we're so close. I also find it like Chinese water torture, that we're so close because you have to find the right six people to make the right connection ... I am bound, you are bound, to everyone on this planet by a trail of six people.' - <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2008/aug/03/internet.email" target="_blank">source </a></blockquote>
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Ain't interesting?<br />
Try it out with a stranger. Might be true :)<br />
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But at the end of the day, if you are a Muslim, we are already connected. An aqidah bond.<br />
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More interesting article about that -<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2008/aug/03/internet.email" target="_blank">Proof! Just six degrees of separation between us</a><br />
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<i>Pusing-pusing pi mai tang tu, orang tuh juga kita kenal. Jadi tak usah gaduh, tak usah komplen banyak-banyak. Nanti dekat akhirat, orang tuh jugak la yang akan tolong kita atau yang akan ungkit awat tak tolong depa. </i><br />
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We are living in a small world. No need to have that harsh feelings or dendam kesumat or buat jahat dekat orang. This life is too short to do evil. Just do good. We are related to each other anyway. We do sins and we repent. Allah is The Most Forgiving. So, if you do do bad to other peole, ask for forgiveness. Learn to say sorry. We are family aite.<br />
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<br />humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-21288443355857975742017-02-08T13:43:00.001+08:002017-02-08T13:49:31.470+08:00Learn to love, learn to respect<div class="tr_bq">
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It has been 2 months since the last post. It was a busy month and I love it. Lols.<br />
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2016 was a tough year but lots of good things happened as well.<br />
2017 is a just a beginning of a new adventure. And Alhamdulillah for the past one month, lots of good things happened and hopefully will last till forever. Amin!<br />
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Although, the truth is no such thing as perfection but I look it as positive way. How bad could it be? and if it brings us closer to God, or at the end of the day for our good sake, so, why dwell too much? So, yeah. overall, it has been a good month.<br />
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After every rainfall, there is a rainbow, aite.<br />
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Hence, here we go to a better year. Alhamdulillah. I just got married to a wonderful man on the 1st Jamadil Awal 1438H, and today is our 10th day as a married couple. Lols.No, I'm not counting. It is just wow, dah kahwin dahh. Haha.<br />
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I can't really say I am married to the man that I love for only-Allah-knows years. Because it is totally different. If you asked me, since when did we into each other? My answer will be, I don't know. We know each other since 7 years ago, back in college days, started as enemies. Lols, gaduh banyak wooo zaman dulu, and then we get along well after that. (sometimes. haha) I don't have exact date when we agree to get married. And I don't have exact date, I fall in love with him. And I don't have exact date when he propose me. Did he really propose me? Ha ha ha, And I don't know how couples have all the details about that and we don't.<br />
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It is a process. and it keeps growing.<br />
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Love is a commitment. Love is a word, a noun, a verb. Love is everything. (cloudy. hahah)<br />
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Our love story just begin. Still too young to understand. But we pray may Allah showers us with sakinah (<span style="line-height: 24px; text-align: justify;">peace, restfulness, honour and happiness</span><span style="text-align: justify;">), mawadah (love, affection) and rahmah (blessings, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">forgiveness, grace, mercy, compassion, and fortune) Amin!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It is still lots to learn about love and respect. I'm currently still reading book Love and Respect by Dr Emmerson Eggerichs, (a pastor, jangan kecam sis. lols). Was recommended by my brother. The book is good but full of reference from Bible. So, need to be careful. There are things are valid about relationship that we can still use. As a saying, </span>Alhikmatul dholllatul mukminin.. haithuma wajadaha fahua ahaq’qubiha”- Hikmah itu adalah barang tinggalan milik orang mukmin, siapa sahaja yang menemuinya, maka dialah yang lebih berhak keatasnya.”<br />
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Gain knowledge as much as possible!<br />
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Anyway, back to the book. It says love is what the woman most desires and respect is the man desperately need. Love alone is not enough. There is a theory called "The Crazy Cycle". The theory described as without love, the wife will react and become disrespectful towards the husband, and when the husband don't feel respectful, then he reacts, and being unloving. And the cycle goes on. Like a wheel. It can be without respect, the husband react,being unloving and then, the wife being disrespectful. So, no blaming game here. It is just how a wife or husband react.<br />
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'trusting and obeying God's word because we love and reverence. God never, ever makes us a hypocrite! when the alarm goes off in the morning, we get up, even when we don't feel like getting up. Because we do what we don't feel like doing, does that make us hypocrite? No, it is a sign we are responsible person. Showing respectful behavior when we don't feel respectful is evidence of maturity, not hypocrisy'<br />
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Still reading the book and haven't experienced any crazy cycle (yet!) So, for time being, everything looks nice and cloudy. Hahah. No, I am not being pessimist but I'm being realistic. and I'm enjoying the current phase. Cloud nine. Hahah. and yes, it is beyond my description of love. Un-describable. (lols, suka hati je buat term baru). and no, I'm not peer pressured my fellow friends to get married (although, indirectly yes. haha) because everyone has their own challenge and Allah has plan for everyone including you. So, your time will come soon. Keep on praying. Allah knows best. Your jodoh sesat somewhere. Huhu. He/She will come at a right time, right place, and as a right person. Believe in Allah, dear.<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Choose to love each other even in those moments when you struggle to like each other. Love is a commitment, not a feeling.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Make time together a priority. Budget for a consistent date night. Time is the “currency of relationships” so consistently invest time into your marriage.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Surround yourself with friends who will strengthen your marriage and remove yourself from people who may tempt you to compromise your character.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Make laughter the soundtrack of your marriage. Share moments of joy, and even in the hard times, find reasons to laugh.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>In every argument, remember that there won’t be a “winner” and a “loser.” You are partners in everything so you’ll either win together or lose together. Work together to find a solution.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Remember that a strong marriage rarely has two strong people at the same time. It’s usually a husband and wife taking turns being strong for each other in the moments when the other feels weak.Prioritize what happens in the bedroom. It takes more than sex to build a strong marriage, but it’s nearly impossible to build a strong marriage without it!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Remember that marriage isn’t 50-50, divorce is 50-50. Marriage has to be 100-100. It’s not splitting everything in half, but both partners giving everything they’ve got!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Give your best to each other, not your leftovers after you’ve given your best to everyone else.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Learn from other people, but don’t feel the need to compare your life or your marriage to anyone else’s. God’s plan for your life is masterfully unique!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Don’t put your marriage on hold while you’re raising your kids or else you’ll end up with an empty nest and an empty marriage.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Never keep secrets from each other. Secrecy is the enemy of intimacy.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Never lie to each other. Lies break trust and trust is the foundation of a strong marriage.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>When you’ve made a mistake, admit it and humbly seek forgiveness. You should be quick to say, “I was wrong. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>When your husband/wife breaks your trust, give them your forgiveness instantly which will promote healing and create the opportunity for trust to be rebuilt. You should be quick to say, “I love you. I forgive you. Let’s move forward.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Be patient with each other. Your spouse is always more important that your schedule.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Model the kind of marriage that will make your sons want to grow up to be good husbands and your daughters want to grow up to be good wives.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Never talk badly about your spouse to other people or vent about them online. Protect your spouse at all times and in all places.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Always wear your wedding ring. It will remind you that you’re always connected to your spouse and it will remind the rest of the world that you’re off limits!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>Connect into a community of faith. A good church can make a world of difference in your marriage and family.</i></span></div>
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Trying hard to write few posts but I deleted them. Why? I don't know. There are things that you should just keep inside your mind. There are things that you shouldn't share with the world. There are things that just remained as it is. Terkubur di telan zaman.<br />
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Am I getting wiser? Maybe.<br />
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Anyway, so hello December! 2016 almost come to an end. So, here I am at home, being a 'housewife', enjoy my holiday to the fullest, working part-time from home. So, I stopped working with my Dad at his clinic, and do what I do best - working at home.<br />
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For the last few weeks, trying to figure out what I can do and analyze my strength and weakness. SWOT analysis. Application of knowledge. Lols.<br />
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Currently working hard for my design studio. If you are still remember White Rose Design Studio (since 2013, well, I did post about it longggg time ago) Alhamdulillah, it is growing. And already signed an 'agreement' for joint venture with other studio. End of January for an official one. So far, prepare for the big day. Exciting. Which studio? jeng jeng, wait and see.<br />
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Few other big projects coming, publishing paper for my long overdue research -_-', author for a medical website, accepting few orders for designing banners, house chores since I am staying at home for free, soooo I need to do some household job la kan? lols. (jadi housewife pun penat. huhu)<br />
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That's pretty much my not-so-busy life. Including reading my overdue list of books. on personal development and some medical books to refresh my knowledge.<br />
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So, other personal related issues? Well, who says if your life stagnant means you don't have any challenge. Hidup senang pun ada ujian okayyyy. But let it be between me and God, Allah. Dah tuh awat mention? You just create curiosity from readers, okay, author. Haha. Lols,<br />
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Just listening to a talk in IKIM radio saying about hasad, (jealousy) and 'ain disease (penyakin ain). He says that all human being are created with hasad. but how they manage with hasad that makes each one is different. He also mention that you can share your nikmah i.e telling the world about what you have, what you get, but ready to take the risk of hasad. There are few ayah in the Quran about hasad but I don't know from which surah. Need to do more digging but this is not the first time I heard about this. Hence, be careful what you share and to whom you share.<br />
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So, author, are you now being skeptical towards readers? Lols, To be honest, I don't know how many people still reading blog, I know my fellow classmates and PPG Farah, Mirah, Mau and Bella. and only a very small number of unknown IP address. So, the answer to the question is NO, I'm not being skeptical but I'm being careful. Taqwa. Because whatever I wrote here will be asked during the judgement day. I can still write about my opinion, yada yadaa as long as not against Islam.<br />
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To be fair, it is not that easy not to share the joy, the news, etc, and in fact it is not wrong in Islam. We are advisable to share our nikmah! About the risk? We can't control other people's emotion or wish or prayers or etc That's why it is important to know who is your friend. and it is important to always pray pray pray to the owner of the heart, Him, The Almighty, Ya Muqalibal Qulb. Ask from Him the protection, only He can protect us. Even if you don't tell other people about your life, your nikmah etc, there must be someone who knows, you can't hide it for too long. We are not living in a cave, no internet yadaa yadaaa. People might take our photos and tag us on Facebook or rumors. So, the only way to do is pray to Him, to protect us from penyakit 'ain, hasad.<br />
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p/s my classmates gossip about me in our whatsapp group and I don't know how to respond. Lols. You guys are just soooo straight forward. I loike. But I'm sorry I don't know what to do. Lols. Doa yang baik-baik ajaaaa.</div>
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Here is my latest favorite song by my favorite group musician, The Piano Guys! They are just soooo brilliant with music and instruments. I don't know how to describe but just go and check out their channel on YouTube. The instrumental song are wonderful and soothing. </div>
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It is catchy. Lols. Not good enough, dear.</div>
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The song came when something happen. I was just soo nervous and the song keep on repeating say It's gonna be okay. That's the key in memorizing and learning things. Repeating. Nak hafal ayat quran pun depa suruh ulang banyak kali, masakan wanita hafizah yang tengah period dibenarkan ulang ayat quran. To shows that our brain works that way. It is not as simple as oh he/she is genius. Well, maybe genius in finding out the smartest way to memorize. But the key point is repeating. *dah lalut dah ni*</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">“Okay” written by Andy Grammar and Dave Bassett</span></div>
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Doubt is a broken record that play inside my head.</div>
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I try to turn it down, but I can't quite drown it out.</div>
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I'm tortured everyday, these never ending worries, Pulling on my sleeves.</div>
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So many times now I was supposed to tap out.</div>
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All anybody would tell me, Is all that bad news how it's gonna fall through.</div>
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It's gonna be, gonna be, OKAY! (a a a ay 3x).</div>
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It's gonna be, gonna be, OKAY! (a a a ay 3x).</div>
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No matter what you've been through here you are.</div>
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No matter if you think you're falling apart.</div>
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It's gonna be OKAY!</div>
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And there is a battle raging in yout heart but you must win.</div>
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It comes for all of us, saying we are not enough.</div>
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So fight for your life. The worlds gonna try.</div>
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To sell you some lies.</div>
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It's gonna be, gonna be, OKAY!</div>
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No matter what you've been through here you are.</div>
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No matter what you've been through here you are.</div>
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WOAH, WOAH WOAH! (It's gonna be, gonna be)</div>
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WOAH, WOAH WOAH! (It's gonna be, OKAY!)</div>
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WOAH, WOAH WOAH! (It's gonna be, gonna be)</div>
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As promised, second and last part of the journey. You can read first part <a href="http://tempatkulepak.blogspot.my/2016/10/med-school-life-part-1.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Hello clinical year! I should be at home for 3 months holiday tapi gatal tangan, I applied for summer research. Extra money beb, haha. Oh well, dah every summer kena bayar 200 euro for resit exam, I need money okay plus duit hilang dulu. Huhu.<br />
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So, that summer, I spent amazing days with amazing orthopedic team. Alhamdulillah managed to publish the case report but still trying to publish the paper (up until today. My supervisor is nice but scary. He just emailed me few days ago asking about publishing the paper! Hey, it has been 2 years okay. Menghantui. Lols) Anyway, it was a great experience, people called me DR. (kuat berangan time ni. Haha) </div>
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Welcoming 4th year! New things to learn. I passed most of the modules in first semester but it wasn't 100% anyway, need to include case report etc. So, let's see the following year.<br />
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I enjoyed studying O&G, paeds, GP and psych. But it was a lot in a year! So, again, resit. Almost all modules, except OSCE. Sigh. Maybe I do love talking. Ehehs. </div>
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Received a warning email from med school telling me I have last chance to continue medicine. Debar tuh tak payah cakap. Fear of failure creeping me again. I didn't tell anyone about the email except Him, The Almighty. Hope vs Fear, you decide. So, I choose Hope. </div>
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This time was different than before. I was stronger both emotion and mental. I seek for help. Number of classmates help us. They arranged online tutorials, shared notes, tips, past year questions etc. Alhamdulillah. I'm grateful to have them and my partner in 'crime' Jasmin. We do MCQ for GP EVERYDAY through Skype. Epic. Memang memorable betul la. <br />
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So, hello final year! Excited! First semester was okay. I passed my first semester exam. This time I'm pretty sure I passed. To be honest, I love final year first semester. The coolest team ever - Omar, the Canadian, Mico, the philipino, and Chichi, the Nigerian. Sooo international okayyy. Hardworking boleh tahan. I did enjoy my time with them. Any challenges? Ujian? Yes, the relationship part again. Lols. Begitulah hidup. Haha.<br />
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Second semester was more like junior intern. They expect us to be like an intern. Do all the intern job. Blood, prescribe, ECG etc. Lots of self studying. It was okay apart from kena marah. Sumpah memang akan ingat. That Huntington patient with inquiry for stroke. Medical student doing the referral to stroke team? Yeah, that’s me. Med student request for CT scan. Yeah, that's me. All without supervision. She just arah me to do it by MYSELF. For the first time. Since then, I hate MAU and her. Haha. Anyway, old story. She taught me to become more head-strong, ask for help, etc Ala HO kat Malaysia lagi teruk kena marah. I think now I have hati kering. Preparing me for future I guess.<br />
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I love surgery or anything that have definite stuffs like organizing, administrating, etc. but not medicine which so confusing, end up the patient come back again because they are still smoking or not compliance to medication or poor access to healthcare or not attending OPD etc. In general medicine, we can't treat the patient properly if the healthcare system that we are living in is not supportive or not accommodative. <br />
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Back to 2016 stories, if you read my previous previous post, I did mention about forgive myself yadaa yadaa. So, I was so panicked during the long case, and I did poorly in it. I thought I would cover it up with my short case and theory papers. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. It comes separately.</div>
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In long case, there was a patient with community acquired pneumonia with no co morbidity. It was pretty straight forward case. The examiner said I present it well, but I did poorly in my discussion part. They asked about fluid and oxygen management (though they want to know about CURB 65, geeee. I have prepared that okayy) There are no definite management for fluid (I learnt this during extended rotation) but well things happened, the examiner want to hear what inside his mind. I don't like the surgeon examiner. (haha)<br />
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Anyway, I was called for viva the evening after my short case. Urgh. Panic attack stroked again. 5 people in a room and me alone. I think I did fairly well about hyperkalemia management not until they asked on mechanism of ACE inhibitor. Heyyy, I thought they want to ask only management. Geee. And the surgeon asked about post-opt AAA patient with endoleak. I couldn’t figure out on endoleak. Sobs sobs. But I said about shock tho. Huhu. The external examiner asked on MI, Alhamdulillah managed to answer all his questions and ECG interpretation. What an experience! </div>
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And later that very same day, I received a call saying I didn't pass. Everything happened so fast - sat for exam in the morning, got a call from med school in the afternoon, two hours later went to the hospital for viva, few hours after that received a call I failed. So, here it goes, an extension rotation. Sobs. Heartbroken? Yes. Depress? Hurm not really. Maybe a little. Need to cancel my trip to Egypt and going back to Malaysia instead. For a week.<br />
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Went to see the Prof with my brother by my side and go through all the marks. The school was wondering why I didn't pass my long case given that I have a pretty high marks for the other modules - my short case and the paper. To be honest, I love my short cases. All examiners were very nice and helpful and it was only 6 minutes each station anyway. It was on Aortic Stenosis, RA, Sepsis, Vanc prescription, radiology CT brain extradural haemorrhage, ankle fracture, lung collapse, and COPD (hate this station. Huhu)<br />
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So, things happened. There you go 2 months extension. Went to Swiss and Italy with Kak Yanti, and went back to Malaysia for a week before the rotation starts. Well, balik Malaysia for another drilling session with my sister who is now a specialist oncologist. Boleh tahan la drill dia. But it was good. <br />
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During the extension, went to UK number of times given that my parents were here for my brother's graduation. Banyak kali juga la tuang. Lols. But heyyy I did extra work okay. I went for oncall, scrub in, etc. <br />
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Learnt a lot in these 2 months since it was a very personal training. The tutors were very close to us. How much I hate MAU before had turned to love. Because of the people. Gituuu. Indeed, the place doesn't mean anything if there are no one there to make it meaningful.<br />
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The consultant and the team in MAU were different than before. This time, everyone in the team received an email saying medical students are coming and we are the special one. They gave a very special attention too. -_-" In fact, they were so curious how come we failed (see, we are not that bad. We are just special) Haha. What to do boss, things happened. Panic is not good. And you know what they did to me after knowing I failed because I was so panic, they drilled me really hard, bombarded with lots lots lots of questions. Present case, not a problem, at the tip of the tongue. Gitu haaa. They do a very good job in overcome my weakness. That's medicine rotation.<br />
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Surgical rotation was another story. The surgical tutors were well known for being mean. I haven't experience it but people told me that. Oh well, since I love surgery, I love to challenge myself. Down tak payah cakap la bila kena. They were straight forward. Whatever questions you asked them, they will ask you back. They make you think instead of spoon-feeding. They were mean but in a positive way. Towards the end of the rotation, they were actually very nice. "you know Deejay, if you go in this pace, you will definitely pass, not just pass, but with flying colors" <br />
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Then towards the end of rotation, five (or sometimes 6) of us make our own team, we do our own ward round, examine patient by ourselves, exam stimulation. It was so great. Fefeling doctor. Haha. Having classmates as intern make our life soooo much easier. Whenever we saw them, "do you have interesting patient?" lols. <br />
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So, the actual exam came. For long case, I got a cellulitis patient with venous ulcer on background of diabetes. The examiners were Prof O'Brien and Ms Malone (heard she was scary, but luckily she was super nice during exam) So, they asked about why they keep the patient, type of ulcer, management of cellulitis, management of venous ulcer, pathophysiology of venous ulcer, Marjolin ulcer, diabetes medications, COPD as she has that. Overall, I did well. (because it is a surgical case. Lols) <br />
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The patient has a bit of articulation problem, muscle, but speech center was fine. I want to say that but the examiner cut me off saying he has normal speech. Ouh alright. Then the ECG part, it was irregular and haywire, though A.Fib but I can see the P wave. Hence, I said there was P wave. Damn. The pulse was not that easy to figure out if A.Fib. I try to listen with my stets, but sound normal. Again, I was screwed. The patient has one sided pronator drift. Though about cerebellum. The examiner asked on symptoms for pontine stroke. Weyy, function of pons pon lupa okayyy. (sila Google sekarang) Again, another screwed. <br />
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A pontine stroke is a stroke that occurs in the pons, which is a portion of the brain stem. The pons is located between the midbrain and medulla. Its function is to relay messages between the cerebral hemispheres and cerebellum.- <a href="https://www.reference.com/health/pontine-stroke-8a25185198d8586c" target="_blank">ref</a></blockquote>
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It was horrible. Went back home, cried. Waiting for Jasmin to go back. She was after me. Was talking to her, complaining etc, then suddenly we received a call from med school saying we pass!!! We did sujud syukur immediately and going crazy! Hahah. All five of us passed the exam. Alhamdulillah. Despite the horrible exam, huhu, Allah is soooo generous. Everything happened so fast! And later that day we went out for celebration. The feelings MasyaAllah, relief, feels like a huge burden has been lift up from our shoulders. <br />
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So, there you go my life journey in med school. Not included in this are - how my family supports me, my bestfriend PPG, him, my studygroup mate, my Galwegians family, my UK and Ireland family, other important people in my life and this blog. All those give me a huge impact. Not to mention the One and only, Allah. How He brings me through all those hardship, to become a better servant. Amin.<br />
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For time being, meh la berbakti pada ibu bapa. After 13 years staying away from home. Separuh umur weyyy. (5 years in high school, 2 years in college, 6 years in university) Hurm. Cukup solehahkah aku, Mami Papa?<br />
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Hence, answering to my busy schedule even though jobless/half-employed.<br />
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Just a kind reminder to myself. Rezeki manusia tak sama. Lain orang lain rezekinya dan kita memang akan diuji, be it in academic,relationship or iman. Have gone through that before. My studies were okay, then suddenly came the relationship challenge. Huhu. But all these happens should bring us closer to Him.<br />
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-51211445933021359752016-10-13T11:43:00.004+08:002016-10-13T13:14:29.624+08:00Med School Life (Part 1)Salam and hi! <br />
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It has been agesssss (hyperbole) since the last time I wrote here. Oh well, I am busy. Lols. Busy tanam anggur. Haha. JK.<br />
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Just joking. For the last 3 months +, there are soooo many life changing events. From being a student to jobless to half employed worker, then from being a caveman (duk gua. Lols) to half-social person (I wouldn't consider myself as social type person) From being single to married (in my dream. Hahah) and the list goes on. It was so hectic with full of roller-coaster emotion here and there. But above all, Alhamdulillah for the blessings from Above.<br />
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So, as I said, from a student to jobless, it means Alhamdulillah I'm done with med school! Yay! I have been thinking I should write on my long med school journey. For my future reference, that I have survived. If you are a regular reader or my close friends, you might know what happened in my life for the last 6 years. But I didn't wrote down exactly what happened (but you can guess or assume) as believe it or not I am kind of a private person. Ha ha ha. Yeah, I know.<br />
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So, this time, I'm gonna write a very long post of my 6 years journey. But not so details (I hope. Wink) I do hope you will learn something (apart from knowing more about me. Hahah *perasan*) <br />
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So, here it goes! Let's the journey begin! Vroooommm<br />
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<b><u>2010 </u></b><br />
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Alhamdulillah I passed my IB exam with flying colors (I would say) and I have very wonderful memories back in KMB. With PPG by my side, up until today, and counting. My classmates are cool, awesome, unique, name-it. It was all good apart from IB wasn't that easy, but Alhamdulillah I managed and enjoyed every moment as an IB student. (plus, my transition from all girls world to understand the creatures from Mars. Lols) <br />
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So, in Sept 2010, I flew to Ireland. The journey took me 3 days (flight delay etc, I have wrote about it back in 2010) It wasn't a smooth sailing. I lost a HUGE amount of money during that journey plus my bank draft for 6 months allowance and it was first day of Syawwal when we first arrived the city. It was horrible. I was very tired emotionally and physically. Not because homesick, but the thought that I broke my mom's heart. Yeah. My parents got angry because I was so careless. I need to manage my financial carefully. Plus, Irish accent wasn't that familiar. And at that time our anatomy lecturer was an Italian which make it worse. I barely understand what he said. It took me a while to grab the knowledge. But it was too late. I need to resit few papers during summer. (3 papers in total, I have friend with 4 or more, but she survived)<br />
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Summer 2011, I went home and come back early for the exam and back home again for raya celebration. Spent my first summer Ramadhan in Ireland which means longer days. And at that time, we lived in a 'cave'. No one knows we were there. I can't stand and told my cousin (who was working in Dublin). She came down to see me and gave moral support.<br />
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After the exam, I bought my first smartphone, considering the result will be out during my journey back to Ireland in September. Later, I clearly remember I checked my result in a bus on the way back to Galway with a thought that I come back as a second year student. Unfortunately, it did't happen. I failed my two out of three modules by only few marks. 2011 was a tough year. I went to see lecturers, thinking about appeal. Attend second year class in denial state that I am repeating first year again. Alone. It took me sometime to accept the fate. (you can read the blog post back in 2011. All the rants, the struggles)<br />
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But hey, I passed my anatomy anyway! That's the biggest achievement as most of my classmate repeating that. Huhu. <br />
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Early 2012, I was still adjusting with the new life, different timetable than my housemates, different life, different class, etc. But Alhamdulillah Allah brings me through it. I have wonderful people around me. My small family in Galway, seniors, friends, juniors, classmates, housemates. 13 of the class repeating the year. We sat together and form a study group. So,yup have been mingle with them for some time. (as the only one Malaysian. Have to)<br />
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Thank God we were only repeating the one that we failed, not like RCSI. I'm glad Allah put me in this university. So, it wasn't too bad. It was just the fear of failure got me. Feeling it was like disgrace, unfortunate, and all negative words. But to be honest, I learnt a lot about life. Sekarang boleh la cakap, when it happens, depress mak oi. Lols. </div>
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Anyway, I passed my summer exam and have 3 months of summer holiday, yay!<br />
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The 2nd year first semester was okay, adjusting with full timetable (since I have one class per week for a year before!) so, no more waking up late, welcome presentations, assignment, essays! Plus adjusting with extra Malaysians classmates!<br />
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2nd year was okay initially. I nailed all those killer subjects. Health and Disease (H&D), Drugs and Disease (D&D), and other big modules with huge credits! I love that subject because it was soooo practical and solving problem style. ( I am that type of person) But but but it didn't end there. Life is not like a bed of roses! Indeed, I need to resit 2 small tiny modules. Genetic and Molecular Medicine. For God's sake, to be honest, I don't understand that modules at all. Anyway, redah je laaa. </div>
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Went home for summer and stayed at my sister's house to babysit her son and at the same time taught me about those modules since she was doing her master in Oncology. So, it is kinda related but I still can't make sense of it. After the exam, there was a moment where the unofficial result was release. Bear in mind, I HAVE to pass this exam to continue study medicine. Our university didn't allow to repeat a year twice. </div>
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Back to the unofficial result, it turned out I didn't pass by one mark. So, it means I have to go back home. For good. I felt so down, depress, stress, etc. But I believe there was still hope. (one incident in the past where the IB points change in a night and no one knows how it happened) I keep praying to Allah. Ask for His Guidance and Strength. Only Allah knows how desperate I was. How I really want to stay. How bad I want it. No one knows about those bad days. Not even my parents, or PPG or my housemates. </div>
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Few days later, the official result was out when I was in a friend house. I excused myself and on the way home, at the road side, I checked, and Alhamdulillah I passed! I didn't how it happened, but I passed. I clearly remember I did sujud syukur at that particularly place, ignore the pedestrians, the neighbors, the Irish etc. It was the most wonderful feelings ever! Trust me, you will feel Allah hears you. And yes He is, always.</div>
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So, hello third year! Nothing much. Again trying hard, pledge for no more resit and Alhamdullillah I made it.<br />
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-26112437889309037722016-07-11T02:26:00.001+08:002016-07-11T02:38:06.674+08:00Of Ramadhan and Eid<p dir="ltr">Another Ramadhan is gone. A self reflection on this year Ramadhan and Eid celebration. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Fasting 19 hours were indeed challenging. My routine keep on changing but towards the end I know I need to do something before I miss the Laylatul Qadr. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So, what are the obstacles? I don't want to write too details but you'll get general idea. :) </p>
<p dir="ltr">1 - I started at 8am or 9am. Depends. Fajr was at 3am until 5am. It is either you stay up at night until Fajr or you sleep first then wake up later, miss the sahur. </p>
<p dir="ltr">2 - I finished at 5pm or sometimes 7pm. Again depends. Maghrib was at 10pm. Tiredness kills. *but I survived. So, either you sleep or have a good rest before breakfast i.e read Quran, light books, *definitely not medical books. Lols. </p>
<p dir="ltr">3 - My parents were in UK for 2 weeks++ for my brother's conferring. My weekends were full. Went to Edinburgh twice in 2 weeks. No, I'm not complaining. I love it!! Again, the routine was changed. When you are travelling in fasting month and you have a rental car, then you should add in Tarawikh at mosques, break fast outside (so that you can taste different types of local food or your brother's cooking skill) </p>
<p dir="ltr">4 - Celebrations in fasting month! Well happens to be my birthday was during fasting month and my brother was just graduated. We have two special occasions at different time. Lots of things to be grateful. Alhamdulillah. </p>
<p dir="ltr">5 - Moving out. Just to get everything done. Sell old furniture online, Clean up the house, pack all the treasures, throw away lots lots lots of rubbish, and 6 years medical notes. Heartbroken. Sobs. Advice to young medical students, have notes in Google Drive or soft copy. Not hard copy. Technology evolved. Use wisely. Lols. Again, tiredness of sort up things i.e which one to keep, which one to throw, which one to bring home etc. Making decisions are the most tiring thing to do! Huhu. It took me ages to clear up my room. And centuries for the kitchen. Lols. </p>
<p dir="ltr">6- Breakfast invitations. Received lots of invitations from neighbours, friends etc. When Maghrib was at 10pm and you start at 8am on the next day, you don't want to stay late at night, do social activities. You feel your time are precious. Plus, Fajr was at 3am. Of course you want to spend more time with your loved one, Him. The Almighty <3</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you ask me how I did? I don't know. There were ups and downs as well. Not all beautiful. There were times I overslept, miss sahur, miss Tarawikh, etc. It was indeed very challenging. More so when your housemates went on call or went for holiday and you were living alone and your phone goes dead. There were also times when I managed to stay up at night especially at those odd nights, talking to Him, share stories with Him, complaint things to Him. Lols.. Alhamdulillah. I miss those days. To be honest, never in my life feeling like literally searching for Laylatul Qadr. Never. I know about it. But it was always so difficult to get the feeling. The spirit. More so in Malaysia. But this year, I feel the different. In what way? Hurm. I don't know. Less distraction maybe? Less social media? (Fyi, I have deactivate my FB. But not other. Huhu) Maybe that's the reason. Maybe. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In conclusion, there are many things happened in this year's Ramadhan! And surely time flies sooo fast. May Allah accepts our deeds. Amin! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Eid wasn't much different. Be it at home or here. (of course except our family is not here and duit raya) The night of 1st Syawal, the celebration was awesome! We have pelita, kids running around and of course FOOD! The raya itself, we went to takbir at the community centre and 3 open houses! Road trip and convoy! For 20plus year old lady, what do you expect, huh! Be together and eat and eat and talk and laugh. Lols. That's basically our eid. Have another open house during the weekend. But it's okay. 4 are already massive. More so, this is not Malaysia. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Alhamdulillah. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As you grew older, your definition of ramadhan and raya are changing. What do you want from each are also not the same anymore. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When you are small, Ramadhan means puasa, khatam Quran, terawih, bazar Ramadan and raya means salam raya, says maaf zahir batin, duit raya, solat raya, baju raya, takbir. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But now, Ramadhan means His present to His servant, doa, hope, bulan pahala, Laylatul Qadr and raya means silaturahim, happiness, joy, back to fitrah. :) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Hence, eid mubarak to all of you and may Allah bless you! </p><p dir="ltr">P/s semoga masih ada Ramadhan pada tahun hadapan. Amin! And another new experience of Ramadhan next year? More responsibilities maybe? Semoga Allah beri kekuatan, dipermudahkan segala urusan, dan dimurahkan rezeki. Amin! :) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Riyadatul Soliheen<br>
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-33250341132520351532016-05-30T00:32:00.001+08:002016-05-30T20:24:12.058+08:00Do good because He loves those who do good<p dir="ltr"><br></p><p dir="ltr">Beautiful advice by the great scholar Imam Ibn al-Qayyim (rahimahullah):</p><p dir="ltr">“A friend can not share your struggles, </p><p dir="ltr">and a loved one cannot physically take away your pain, </p><p dir="ltr">and a close one will not stay up the night on your behalf. </p><p dir="ltr">So look after yourself, protect yourself, nurture yourself and don’t give life’s events more than what they are really worth. </p><p dir="ltr">Know for certain that when you break no one will heal you except you, and when you are defeated no one will give you victory except your determination. </p><p dir="ltr">Your ability to stand up again and carry on is your responsibility. </p><p dir="ltr">Do not look for your self worth in the eyes of people; look for your worth from within your conscious. </p><p dir="ltr">If your conscious is at peace then you will ascend high and if you truly know yourself then what is said about you won’t harm you.<br></p><p dir="ltr">Do not carry the worries of this life because this is for Allah. </p><p dir="ltr">And do not carry the worries of sustenance because it is from Allah. </p><p dir="ltr">And do not carry the anxiety for the future because it is in the Hands of Allah.</p><p dir="ltr">Carry one thing: How to Please Allah. </p><p dir="ltr">Because if you please Him, He Pleases you, fulfils you and enriches you.</p><p dir="ltr">Do not weep from a life that made your heart weep. Just say, "Oh Allah compensate me with good in this life and the hereafter.”</p><p dir="ltr">Sadness departs with a Sajdah. </p><p dir="ltr">Happiness comes with a sincere Du'a. </p><p dir="ltr">Allah does not forget the good you do. Nor does he forget the good you did to others and the pain you relieved them from. </p><p dir="ltr">Nor will He forget the eye which was about to cry but you made it laugh.</p><p dir="ltr">Live your life with this principle: Be good even if you don’t receive good, not because of other’s sake but because Allah loves those who do good.“ </p><p dir="ltr">Ibn Qayyim</p><p dir="ltr">CSI</p><p dir="ltr">1323</p><p dir="ltr">22 Syaban 1437</p><p dir="ltr"><br></p><p dir="ltr">Hang it there.</p><p dir="ltr">8 days to Ramadhan. Allahu. </p><p dir="ltr">91A </p><p dir="ltr">1733</p><p dir="ltr">21 Syaban 1437H </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fYpDZWrKaOg/V0sZjUu8VXI/AAAAAAAAZ5I/PxHOUf8cKfE/s1600/21-54-38-13233061_997062977038515_3157212023995254924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fYpDZWrKaOg/V0sZjUu8VXI/AAAAAAAAZ5I/PxHOUf8cKfE/s640/21-54-38-13233061_997062977038515_3157212023995254924_n.jpg"> </a> </div>humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-22546210832268481112016-05-21T16:20:00.001+08:002016-05-30T00:30:02.063+08:00Stop having expectations <div dir="ltr">
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You expect you can achieve that and that.<br />
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Too many expectations from a person.<br />
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Too many expectations from myself.<br />
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Learn to accept the fate.<br />
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Learn to accept your ability.<br />
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A long talk with my sister and she told me this, don't expect he will change to the person you want. You need to accept the way he is. You need to be patience. Never stop loving, never stop knowing him after married.<br />
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Adiós, feelings. Penat ar layan perasaan. Ok. Just joking :P<br />
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Adiós, expectations!<br />
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Bon voyage, classmates.<br />
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Bon voyage, groupmates.<br />
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All the best in your future undertaking.<br />
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Ola, Prof Kerin, books, MAU, Dr Gallagher, Dr Goulding, Dr Finn,<br />
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Class of 2016, you guys will be missed.<br />
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-4599807577766563392016-05-18T22:00:00.001+08:002016-05-21T16:29:19.256+08:00Bachelors of wisdom<div dir="ltr">
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<br /><br /><br /> Gratefulness<br /><br />While doing some survey on living in Eire, a young man approached me. Showing me his volunteer licence, IC, letter about this nursing home. Asking for money for food i.e rice. <br /> After explained about the nursing home etc. I asked about him, as I saw his IC, he is younger than my brother! He is only 21 y/o. <br /><br />K: so you are a volunteer? <br /> M: yup<br /> K: are you still studying? <br /> M: nope, it has been 3 years I stopped studying, last time was Form 5.<br /> K: so, you are working? <br /> M: yup, but not enough to give to this nursing home. I am not from rich family. My family needs money too. <br /> K: And you did part time volunteering? <br /> M: yup. We come here only for 4 hours. I have been here for 3 hours, and now I need to find 6 more in 1 hour! <br /><br />And then, I'm mumbling something. Sobs. Rasa macam tampar diri sendiri. <br /><br />Dalam hati menangis. There are people who didn't get the same opportunity as you are. And yet, you are not grateful. :( <br /><br />Dear myself, <br /><br />Do your best. Give it all out! Be grateful. Ada orang lagi tidak bernasib baik. Jangan banding dengan mereka yang sudah berjaya, tapi banding dengan yang tiada punya apa-apa. Strive for a better person, muslim. Do your best so that you can give other people the same opportunities. Give back to society! Kalau ada bachelors of medicine tapi lupa daratan, tidak jadi hamba bersyukur, tak guna jugak. *sila tampar diri sendiri*<br /><br />Love, <br /> Me. <br /><br />P/s gambar kasi syukur dapat peluang pergi jalan siap. Haish. #swiss16<br /><br />2149<br /> A8 KLIA<br /> 10 Syaban 1437H<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-33686436749135745012016-05-18T05:37:00.001+08:002016-05-21T16:29:37.160+08:00He is sufficient. <br /><br />Re-post. <br /><br />Allah is sufficient. <br /><br />The day when I wake up. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about what happened. Thinking what I have been go through. The tears rolled down my cheek. <br /><br />"Why me? "<br /><br />"ini semua kerja syaitan" deep inside. Trying to ignore those. Without realising, I went back to sleep. Fighting those feelings. Depression? Nah, I have been gone through worse. I was over thinking. <br /><br />"from Him we came, to Him we shall return and He is sufficient " <br /><br />The sentence keep on chanting in my head. Day by day. Went to see the world, hoping to find strength in nature. But in the end, the answer is in front of my eyes. <br /><br />Count the blessings. Count the blessings. <br /> For whatever happens, leave it to Him, The Almighty. <br /><br />1044<br /> 4 Syaban 1437H<br /> Domodossola<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Indeed, the past few days were tough. Yesterday was the toughest, almost lost my grip.*get angry with my housemate but she didn't know. Sobs, I guess people never know whether I am angry or not. or maybe she knows but she just ignored? Idk* <br />
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This morning, wake up with listening to 5 hours of youtube lectures on stress, sadness, depression, tribulations, and other synonyms to those negative stuffs. Morning meditation plus cooking <i>halwa telinga</i>. Lols.<br />
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Being an introvert and so-called perfectionist, there are no room of mistakes. And it kills. <br />
Kills your mood, motivation, feelings, improvements. That's why Allah keep on giving me tests and mistakes. To uplifts my iman, to teach me, to improve myself to become a better servant, to remind myself,"it is okay to make mistake"<i> Ingat sampai mati.</i><br />
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Even when you make sins, and you repent, Allah forgives you. He is Al-Ghafar, Al-Ghafur. So, why not you forgive yourself? You are so easily forgive other people who make mistake/back-stab/fitnah to you, and you are so easily empathy and sympathy to other people, why not you have a bit mercy on yourself too? Why not you have empathy and sympathy on yourself? Why not you forgive yourself? Why you are being so hard on yourself? Forgive yourself. Learn to love yourself more. Learn to appreciate yourself. It is okay to make mistake. Even Allah forgive His servant, why not you forgive yourself. Don't be too hard, dear. </div>
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So, dear future me, a.k.a 40s year old gorgeous lady, lols, <br />
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For whatever happens, relate back to Allah. It is just a small hurdle. You have gone through worse and you survived. Learn to be grateful. Learn from mistakes. Learn to move on. Life is more than that. Cherish each moment. Breath in. It is not the end of the world. Redefine success. Redefine yourself. It is just another test. If you are down, lift up your head to Him. If you are up, lift down your head, prostrate to Him. At the end of the day, you will be grateful it happens. Keep smiling :) It is okay. It is okay. All is well.<br />
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-45762505025943893692016-04-25T05:20:00.000+08:002016-04-26T23:23:59.631+08:00Breath in!Salam and hi!<br />
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My finals will be in less than 72 hours and here I am blogging. Lols. What to do. As I wrote countless time before. To keep my sanity. (knowing you have thousands things to read and remember -_-')<br />
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A friend said, panic will not bring you anywhere.<br />
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Indeed, dear friend. Memang tak ke mana.<br />
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Among thousand things to keep me calm, writing here is one of it. To remind me, there are so many things to be grateful of. Remind me I have gone through worse. Remind me, this is just another exam. Remind me, this is part of learning. Remind me, life is a learning process. Remind me, we are not define by our academic status. Remind me, you are a Muslim first before a medical student. Remind me who I am.<br />
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Yes, I have to do my best in the exam! My ultimate effort goes to it.<br />
Yes, I have to pass.<br />
Yes, I have to study as an ingredient to ask from Allah, The Almighty.<br />
Yes, to all.<br />
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Read Quran this morning, and suddenly it was on the page about the Prophet Musa (Moses) , where Allah told Moses to throw his tongkat and it turned to snakes.<br />
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Listen to Hijau.fm in between studies, and suddenly a tazkirah was on about Ahzab war a.k.a Khandaq when Allah sends angels and turn the weather (debu and stuffs) and the Muslims won the war.<br />
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Two reminders in one day. Allah itu Maha Kuasa. He can do anything in a split second! Kun Fayakun! Looking at the past what I have gone through, should be increase my iman. but............... do you really change to a better? hurm.<br />
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To remind me, balance yourself, believe in Allah. Believe in yourself.<br />
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Balance.<br />
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p/s trying to keep calm for the last few days. Mini episode of panic attack, and indeed it is not a nice feeling. but alhamdulillah improving. Trying my best to control emotion. (Now I know myself better that I can't be in panic. It was soooooooo disaster. So, dear future husband, take note :P )<br />
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BUT then again, the downside is, you are kinda lost in abyss. AGAIN. Urgh. You have soooo many things to study - both for MCQ, short case, long case. (and here I am writing a blog post. sigh) Have been studying with my cottage-mate for the past few days but still haven't figure out where should I start. I have starting jumping here and there. At one point, I go through past year paper, suddenly jump to short case, and then long case, and then go random topic all over the place. At the end of the week, I don't know what I have achieved for the past 5 days. Lost my sanity on arranging timetable and schedule. Make a list but it turns out to be a bad idea because it shut you down. Too stressful to handle. (the downside of being Melancholic) </div>
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Yes, I shut myself down for the past few days. Text my sister telling her I think I have depression. Lols. Not easy, man. Being alone and surrounded with people not that close to you. ( I miss my PPG who just say anything straight to my face and always being positive. Yes, after 6 years, no one can replace you guys. Honesty is the key. But things are escalate too quickly. Each one of us have go different paths. May Allah make it ease. Long distance relationship is hard. I wish I can be with both of you during ups and downs but I can't :(</div>
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I don't have time to rant all those things that I don't have. I should stop complaint and count my blessings. I really should do that. Just to keep my sanity. </div>
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At the end of the day, you just realized that you are just weak, lembik creature that are soo hopeless without the help from ABOVE. (and yet, you act like sombong, knowing everything will be fine, and sound so powerful, huh. bongkak tuh namanya) </div>
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Looking forward to sooo many things after the exams. Count your blessings, dear. Almost there. Almost there.</div>
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Pray a lot!!! You can't control the consultant's heart, the patient's mood. it is sooooo subjective. Even the intern told you, it is sooo difficult to say. So, pray harder! Just do what you can do. </div>
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Keep calm and just study. Pray!!!!!!! Ask from Allah, Ar Razak!!!!!</div>
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Take a deep breath and yosh!</div>
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<p dir="ltr">K: Hi,  I'm D,  a junior intern.  I came here to take your blood.  Sorry to disturb your dinner. <br>
J: nahh,  you are fine.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">*busy preparing stuffs*</p>
<p dir="ltr">J: are you okay? <br>
K: I'm grand! :D<br>
.... And then I couldn't get the vein on the first try.  Sobsss but he was a very friendly man! Keep on saying -  you are okay,  take your time,  you will find it,  we need to learn,  don't say sorry (since I say that a lot lately) :(</p>
<p dir="ltr">And then I go and check on the other arm.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">And he suddenly said this, "your boss is a bully"  (boss=consultant) </p>
<p dir="ltr">Erk.  Hurm.  <br>
I told him,  she is not.  She is just like that.  But he keeps on saying I know bullies.  They are a group of people who had been bullied while they are in training and then later,  they started bullied others.  It is a cycle. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm just do my job and listening him talking about bullied and smile.  That's the least I can do.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know if I'm really been bullied or if I am that weak.  I got patients saying are you a nurse.  Lols.  Nak jadi doktor dah ni,  tak ada muka doktor ke aku ni.  Lols.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">To be honest.  I'm gonna finish med school in less than 6 weeks.  Amin insyAllah! And to be fair, they are expecting you to be on your feet in July. (since intern starts working in July here) So,  it means you need to act fast in diagnose, plan, management.  Not just taking bloods (which I am very good at.  Lols) </p>
<p dir="ltr">So,  for the sake of patients,  I need to be competent and able to make quick decisions.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Competency.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have no problem with patients.  I looooveeee talking with patients! I loooveee taking history and examination on them (given that they are not cranky.  Lols) but I have problem with consultant, sho,  intern etc.  I have problem answering their questions. I have problem present to them. And I don't know why.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Got bad luck lately (bukan.  Allah nak ajar tuh, dear. It is a good luck actually.  Dapat jumpa urostomy bag! Hehe. ) Taking complicated patients and consultant pun naik pening.  What to do. It's happens. -_-'</p>
<p dir="ltr">Kena bully ke tak.  It is part of learning.  Dekat sekolah dulu pun asyik kena bully.  Well not really,  it is just helping.  Don't you think so? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Help vs bully. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Betulkan niat. Lillahita'a.  InsyAllah dapat pahala.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Time kerja? One at a time.  When time comes,  time comes. </p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s Corrib River. A walk to remember. <u>#koyak</u></p>
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كُلُّ بَنِي آدَمَ خَّطَّاءٌ وَخَيْرُ الْخَطَّائِينَ التَّوَّابُونَ<br />
Setiap anak Adam sering bersalah, dan sebaik-baik yang bersalah adalah yang bertaubat.<br />
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(Ibn Majah kitab az-Zuhd bab dzikrit-taubah no. 4251, Sunan ad-Darami kitab ar-Riqaq bab fit-Taubah no. 2727, Musnad Ahmad bab hadits Anas Ibn Malik. No. 13072)<br />
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Mengaku jiwa seorang hamba. #koyak<br />
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I am just one. The reason behind I can't keep too many relationships. I am just one. <br />
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I have one belated birthday present waiting to be posted and I have one letter, half way written waiting to be finished. And I have medical books that need to be read. I have patients that I need to talk too. I have many histories that I need to present. <br />
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In the end, I am just a weak creature. Hanya seorang hamba. Tak mampu penuhi semua tuntutan. <br />
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6 weeks more. <br />
Fighting!<br />
In need of courage to face the scary consultants. Too many negativity in MAU. Rosak mood. Asyik lari je. <br />
I should just do it. Face it, dear.<br />
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As time goes by, you realized that you have changed. I am used to become a risk taker. Pantang dicabar. I am clearly remembered during the days in theater when this particular anesthetist (consultant) said to me, 'where is your tools, doctor?' Haih, perli la tuh tak bawak stets masuk theater. And dia pernah jugak cakap, 'I know you have a beautiful face, but don't you think you should do something?' amboiii, consultant ni. Well, the more he said those stuffs yang menyakitkan hati, the more I love to stick around him. Hahah. And yes, I did that for the whole 1 week. Masuk theater purposely looking for him and there was one day, I told him, "see, I bring my stets!" lols.</div>
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To my dear brother, <br />
I am sorry for not being a good sister. :(<br />
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Helpless. Because the only help you can ask from is only Him, Allah, The Almighty. <br />
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Badan aku hanya satu. <br />
Wahai tuhan, jagakan dia untuk aku. <br />
Jagakan dia. <br />
Jagakan mereka. <br />
Agar tidak hanyut dengan dunia penuh durjana dan fitnah. <br />
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-43216503074096250062016-03-04T07:42:00.001+08:002016-03-04T07:47:59.511+08:00What keeps you going? <p dir="ltr">During post surgery ward round today, <br>
An elderly man hold the surgeon's hand and said thank you with tears rolling down the cheeks. <br>
Manly tears. </p>
<p dir="ltr">That kind of patient keeps me going. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Later that day, <br>
A wife with background history of amputation above the knee on the left side complains of pain on the right leg. She had just lost her husband due to cancer. She is grieving and giving up on her life. She starts smoking again. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The registrar came. And after listening to her and her daughter's complaints, he said, <br>
"I believe your husband in a better place. And do you know what your husband want you to do? "<br>
With low voice she said, walking. <br>
" yes! Walking! Go back on your feet. Use your prothesis leg and walk! Even after you fall, stand up and walk. Do it for your husband's sake at least"</p>
<p dir="ltr">That kind of doctor keeps me going. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Maybe that is the sign from above, from Him, The Almighty. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't give up even other people make your life trouble, miserable, difficult. <br>
Don't give up even other people is smarter than you. <br>
Don't give up even you can't answer simple questions. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Just continue.<br>
If it is not for your own sake, at least for the sake of those patients who are in "war",<br>
At least for the sake of those doctors who have lots of audit, bloods to take, ECG, discharge letter, and other odd jobs other than diagnosing people, <br>
At least for the sake of people who are waiting for you at home, Malaysia, <br>
At least for the sake of your parents, </p>
<p dir="ltr">You (Read=I) are self-sacrificing, I know. But that's what you do best. <br>
I saw one picture in Instagram asked, describe one word about you. <br>
For me, self-sacrifice. <br>
I can't find other better word that can describe myself. <br>
Hurm, maybe skema. <br>
Ok. Enough of those negativity. I need more positive vibes here! </p>
<p dir="ltr">"Cancel, cancel, go away gone"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Never stop. <br>
It is not an easy road, but it is not impossible either. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you said, "hey, you are a final year student but you still have time to write blog post. And yet you said you have lots to study. (tone Malaysia sangat)." Get lost, I don't need negative people here. *maghah makngah. Lols*</p>
<p dir="ltr">Well, true story. I know some people loves to comment on other people's life. But believe me, we have a different needs. I don't mind if you want to tell me to reduce my time on blog because I need to study. (well, in which, I don't) or you kind of concern that I get carried away with blog. Seriously, I don't mind if you are concern about me, but please don't judge. Tell me what goes wrong and what can I improve and PLEASE guide me and never give up on me. I have troubled changing my lifestyle. Lols. But serious. It is not easy to change your old habit.<br>
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Emo? A bit. I am a slave with full of sins and thousands of weaknesses. Please bear with me. <br>
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Hope and <u>Love</u>. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">P/s missing the road trip. Feeling like want to run away. Hurm. I should consider uzlah in the next few days. I am really should. <br>
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<br />Baru sahaja berikrar untuk bermujahadah (refer to previous post), Allah terus menguji. Diuji dengan perasaan, diuji dengan relationship, diuji dengan istiqamah etc Allahu, benarlah syurga tuhan itu mahal. Papa selalu pesan, Allah kata, ingat syurga Aku itu murah, huh? *tampar diri sendiri*<br /><br />Baru 2 hari, beratnya hati dan diri diuji. hurm.<br /><br />Alhamdulillah semalam sempat bermujahadah ke padang, menunaikan hak badan yang tertangguh berbulan lamanya. Namun, ujian itu datang bertubi-tubi. Hurm<br /><br /><br />Mami pernah berpesan, tengok pada perkara yang Allah bagi. Ya, ujian itu datang, tapi Allah itu Maha Penyayang.<br /><br />Ada benarnya, malam itu, ada orang berkongsi ayat. Surah Al-Ahqah, ayat 13-14, berkaitan ciri-ciri penghuni syurga. Dia mengaku tiada tuhan melain Allah, Allah itu Rabbnya, tidak risau dengan apa yang akan berlaku dan tidak sedih dengan apa yang telah berlaku. dan dia taat pada kedua ibu-bapanya.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Allahu.<br /><br />Peringatan buat diri. <br /><br />Walau apapun yang berlaku, kembali kepada tuhan.<br /><br />Jangan bersedih hati, jangan terlalu risau. <br /><br />Ada benda yang luar dari kawalan.<br /><br />Ada benda yang telah berlaku.<br /><br />Letakkan kepercayaan kepada Dia, Yang Maha Esa.<br /><br />Dia, yang memegang hati manusia. <br /><br />Buat apa yang patut anda lakukan.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">
<br /><br />Apabila seorang pemuda bertanya kepada Imam Hasan Al-Basri :<br /> <br />"Aku telah banyak melakukan maksiat,mengapa aku tidak dihukum oleh Allah?" Lantas Imam Hassan Al Basri bertanya kembali kepada pemuda itu..<br /> <br />"Apakah setiap malam kamu bangun tahajud?"<br /> <br />"Tidak." ujar pemuda itu.<br /> <br />"<b>Itulah hukuman kamu yang seberat-beratnya.Tiada hukuman yang lebih perit jika Allah telah berpaling darimu. Dia tidak lagi mahu "berbicara" dan "mendengar bicara " darimu, dibiarkan lena itu panjang padamu</b>..<br /> <br />"Cukuplah Allah swt menarik nikmat dan kelazatan tahajud dalam dirimu itu sebagai hukuman kepadamu"</blockquote>
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<br />ان الذين قالوا ربنا الله ثم استقاموا فلا خوف عليهم ولا هم يحزنون<br />Sesungguhnya orang-orang yang menegaskan keyakinannya dengan berkata: "Tuhan kami ialah Allah", kemudian mereka tetap teguh di atas jalan yang betul (dengan pengakuan iman dan tauhidnya itu), maka tidak ada kebimbangan (dari sesuatu yang tidak baik) terhadap mereka, dan mereka pula tidak akan berdukacita. 46;13<br /> <br />اولئك اصحاب الجنة خالدين فيها جزاء بما كانوا يعملون<br />Merekalah ahli Syurga, tetap kekalah mereka di dalamnya, sebagai balasan bagi amal-amal soleh yang mereka telah kerjakan. 46;14</blockquote>
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humairahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506628694414988319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939131724438020771.post-80596439397297550892016-02-25T04:32:00.001+08:002016-02-25T04:39:05.058+08:00One quarter <p dir="ltr">Time surely fly fast.  <br>
In need of increasing the gear. <br>
Gear 6, shall we? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Haaaaaaaa</p>
<p dir="ltr">Can't believe myself. <br>
One quarter of the academic year to final exam....  And here I am still writing blog post.  Sobs. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Panic attack begun yesterday. Wake up multiple of times at night and difficult waking up in the morning for the round. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Hurm.  I will keep on writing to keep my sanity.  To remind myself that all is well.  And I have been go through a lot before.  <br>
It is just I have forgot how it feels.  I have gone through the worse, so why dwell of small little things? Manusia sangatt.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">So,  dear myself (and you who read), </p>
<p dir="ltr">Stay firm.  <br>
Stay cool. <br>
Stay awesome. <br>
Enjoy each moment in your life. <br>
Time will fly. <br>
It will not wait for you.  <br>
Be the best. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As a muslim, <br>
You know Allah will ask about your time spent. <br>
You know that you are khairan ummati.  The best ummah. <br>
You know that Allah wants you to do the best. <br>
You know that you are an ambassador of ummah. <br>
And remember,  you are a Muslim first before a medical student.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Love, <br>
Me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you are a frequent reader of my blog, you know that those messages have been repeated countless time before.  But who cares,  I want to repeat it again! Lols.  Just joking.  It is just a reminder for me.  (pelupa sangat) </p>
<p dir="ltr">In need of positive vibes.  Yosh!! I can do it!! Lols. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A reminder from FB.  My FB status  3 years ago.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Alkisah seorang ibu dan anak yang ber-skype</p>
<p dir="ltr">M: masa dapat berita kakak ipar masuk hospital sebab baby, macam-macam berlaku</p>
<p dir="ltr">J: jadi apa? *muka penuh kerisauan*</p>
<p dir="ltr">M: paip rumah pecah, dah 2 hari Mami dan Papa angkut air dari luar. Lepas tuh, few days before Papa tak sihat, tak boleh pergi kerja. Tapi harituh Alhamdulillah dah sihat. Harituh jugak, plumber datang rumah nak baiki. nak pergi awal hospital lawat kakak ipar tapi tuh la last-last malam jugak baru dapat pergi. Pagi tuh, bibik untuk nenek pun baru sampai. Nak kena uruskan dokumen. Petang tuh pulak ada usrah dan mesyuarat untuk gotong royong.........</p>
<p dir="ltr">J: *lagi risau* *hati gelisah*</p>
<p dir="ltr">M: TAPI Mami dan Papa selalu ingat ayat ni - فَإِنَّ مَعَ ٱلۡعُسۡرِ يُسۡرًا dua kali Allah sebut dan ma'a maksudnya bersama. Papa check dalam tafsir fil zilal pun kata 'mengiringi' dan Yasmin Mogahed pulak kata "together" and it is indeed so true! even thought the baby was not survived dan macam-macam ujian yang ada hari tuh, we did receive some good news! Your books about Parenting akhirnya sampai after 2 months of waiting and etc etc *other good news- let it be just between us*</p>
<p dir="ltr">J: hurm. betul betul betul.</p>
<p dir="ltr">M: this is just a small matter. Cuba compare dengan ujian nabi, kena baling batu, kena hina, kena maki, etc2 sikit je yang kita diuji</p>
<p dir="ltr">J: Teringat cerita Anas bin Malik dan Nabi.. *bermulalah kisah*... dan cerita Aisyah dan Nabi pun sweet....<br>
.<br>
M: aah, sekarang Mami dan Papa suka dengar Yasmin Mogahed, Nouman Ali Khan n latest Imam Suhaib Webb - tajuk "repentence"</p>
<p dir="ltr">J: oh, really? what is it about?<br>
.....................................and the skype continue.......</p>
<p dir="ltr">M: kita terlalu banyak teori, kurang praktikal. In our life, whatever happens, relate back. to Him. He gives us ujian/musibah is because He wants us to prepare for a bigger ujian. and only selected people will get the ujian from Him.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The end.</p>
<p dir="ltr">indeed the best companion is the one who remind me of Him, The Almighty.<br>
senyum TITM</p>
<p dir="ltr">................. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lets go back to book.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s picture from radiology department. Lols. Random. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Surau CSI<br>
2037<br>
15 jamadalawwal 1437H <br></p>
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When I answered wrongly, I got stressed out. <br>
It is not that I don't know. <br>
The differential diagnosis of ulcer at pressure point are arterial or neuropathic ulcer. <br>
The management of prostate ca. <br>
The staging. <br>
The score. <br>
Etc. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It is not that I don't know! <br>
It is just the pressure. <br>
And I start mumbling around. Urgh. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now, it starts again. Finding things to blame. <br>
Being the perfectionist and it effects my daily life. <br>
Even when the intern showing favouritism, I get annoyed. <br>
Even when my English getting worse and grammatical error all over the place (after 7 weeks of hospital-free), get me annoyed. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now, I am trying to find something to blame. </p>
<p dir="ltr">One thing now I have realised. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am afraid of making mistakes. <br>
I am afraid of failures. <br>
I am afraid if things go wrong. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am scared. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Dear myself, <br>
Allah is the most perfect. <br>
He knows best. <br>
Don't be afraid. You are not perfect. </p><p dir="ltr">If this life is perfect, what would be heaven is? Learning is a lifetime journey and mistake is part of learning. </p><p dir="ltr">
Learn. Learn. Learn. <br>
(even after 5 years, you are still the same. :(</p>
<p dir="ltr">كُتِبَ عَلَيْكُمُ الْقِتَالُ وَهُوَ كُرْهٌ لَكُمْ ۖ وَعَسَىٰ أَنْ تَكْرَهُوا شَيْئًا وَهُوَ خَيْرٌ لَكُمْ ۖ وَعَسَىٰ أَنْ تُحِبُّوا شَيْئًا وَهُوَ شَرٌّ لَكُمْ ۗ وَاللَّهُ يَعْلَمُ وَأَنْتُمْ لَا تَعْلَمُونَ</p>
<p dir="rtl">Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you. But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not. 2:216</p>
<p dir="ltr">Even how scared you are of failure, remember He is the Most Perfect! And re define success, dear. </p><p dir="ltr">Love,</p><p dir="ltr">Me </p>
<p dir="ltr"><a href="http://rise.huffingtonpost.com/watch/why-our-definition-failure-all-wrong">http://</a><a href="http://rise.huffingtonpost.com/watch/why-our-definition-failure-all-wrong">rise.huffingtonpost.com</a><a href="http://rise.huffingtonpost.com/watch/why-our-definition-failure-all-wrong">/watch/</a><a href="http://rise.huffingtonpost.com/watch/why-our-definition-failure-all-wrong">why-our-definition-failure-all-wrong</a></p>
<p dir="ltr">CSI<br>
2054<br>
14 Jamadalawwal <u>1437H</u></p>
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<p dir="ltr">She is my classmate. Final year medical student who has just another 4 months to finish her degree. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But Allah knows best. </p>
<p dir="ltr">DariNya kita datang, kepadaNya jua kita kembali. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She is in Malaysia at the moment. Just 1 hour late before her mother took her last breath. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Allahu. </p>
<p dir="ltr">:(</p><p dir="ltr">I don't know if I will ever be ready to let 'go' of my parents.</p><p dir="ltr">Just called home and cried badly. And Papa's response, "What time is it now? Go and sleep la" sobss. </p><p dir="ltr">Cukup solehahkah aku untuk mu, Papa dan Mami? :(</p><p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Bertubi-tubi peringatan kematian sejak akhir-akhir ini. <br>
Tidak mengenal usia. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Allahu <br>
Allahu</p>
<p dir="ltr">Berhenti mengeluh, wahai diri. <br>
Repent. </p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s dan baru sahaja mendapat berita seorang sahabat Irish baru memeluk Islam. She is the one who loves to sleep over at our house, join isoc activities and today Alhamdulillah she is revert. Indeed, Allah is the best planner. Allahuakbar</p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s this is the picture of my cousin who passed away last November. May Allah grant both of them with Jannah. Amin. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Istisyhad<br>
28 Rabiulakhir 1437H <br>
2341</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Considering you are comfortable doing something and someone said you should stop doing it for a while because of a very valid reason. What would you do? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Considering you really want to talk or text someone telling them how scared you are waiting for exam result and someone told you not to because you need to focus on your hectic class and tutorial. What would you do? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Considering you want to tell the whole world what happens in your life which is exciting and challenging and someone told you not to. What would you do? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Fighting your own self is hard. <br>
You really want to do it, but you know you shouldn't. <br>
You really want to improve but it is not that easy. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Mum told me, it is less than 100 days. Hang it there. Almost there. Give your best. Focus. Don't be so distracted (even though you denied it as distraction because you just enjoy it so much. Lols) </p>
<p dir="ltr"> Almost there. <br>
There are things that you need to push boundaries. (like public speaking stuffs) <br>
And there things just remained as it is.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There was a leader once told me, why I choose this path? Because I want to die as a Muslim. We never know when we will die. And I hope by choosing this, I can die as a Muslim.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Choose your path wisely. <br>
</p>
<p dir="ltr">Alhamdulillah. Done the 'public speaking' ketaq habaq hang. -_-'<br>
This is the last week of this rotation and next week is full of lectures. And then I am back in HOSPITAL! Be afraid, this kiasu medical student is coming! Haha. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I am ok. <br>
Yes, I am okay. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s someone = conscious mind. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Large Lecture Theatre <br>
28 Rabiualakhielr 1437H<br>
1459<br>
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<p dir="ltr"> FB sends this notification. "You have memories with bla bla on today" </p>
<p dir="ltr">So, here is one of it (back to 3 years ago) in which I don't totally remember when I wrote that and who said it! Just some mysterious man/woman. Lols. </p><p dir="ltr"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C5dBwsX36W8/VrFJmNqzvSI/AAAAAAAAVdI/XIwFWQ5xuUw/s1600/Screenshot_2016-02-02-23-38-17_com.android.browser_1454456622922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C5dBwsX36W8/VrFJmNqzvSI/AAAAAAAAVdI/XIwFWQ5xuUw/s640/Screenshot_2016-02-02-23-38-17_com.android.browser_1454456622922.jpg"></a> <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Random. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Just another rant. </p>
<p dir="ltr">2nd week of 2nd rotation. Just finished the 8-to-5-with-30-mins-break tutorial day. Cramp otak. Lols. And just finished the PSA (Prescribing Safety Assessment, not PSA for prostate okkk). What an experienced<i>! </i><i>Mengada</i><i> </i><i>nak</i><i> </i><i>ambik</i><i> -_-'</i></p>
<p dir="ltr">Another big decision making needs to be made. <i>Cuak</i><i> </i><i>dia</i><i> </i><i>sampai</i><i> </i><i>tak</i><i> </i><i>nak</i><i> </i><i>buka</i><i> message </i><i>itu</i><i>. </i><i>Haish</i><i>. Can you give me time to think, please? *</i><i>bulat</i><i> mata* </i>- perasan orang tu baca. Lols. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Things are getting busier. Alhamdulillah. <br>
Dulu waktu lapang, merengek. Bila waktu sibuk pun merengek. Manusia. Haish. Sila besyukur.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Why am I writing this stuff? Why I share it here? I know someone knows why. And deep inside I know the reason. Hurm. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Kena tajdid niat kenapa ada blog. Just for social sharing? Nak seluruh dunia tahu? <br>
I have remained my Instagram with only 1 photo for quite a while and rarely share on my FB. Managed to restrict Twitter for medical stuffs (with a bit of articles. But rarely personal) and Google Plus for general knowledge and spiritual articles and videos. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So, left out with this. Tempatkulepak. As the name it says a place to lepak and the heading of Kata-Kata Aku. It really plays it role. Lols. To think about it, it has been almost 8 years with that name! Zaman tak matang. But the content did change. Evolved. The reasons for writing are keep on changing. Mardhatillah. Towards His blessings.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Back then, my mum and my sister are my loyal <i>stalkers</i>. Lols. Now, they are just too busy (or people are leaving blog and change to FB)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Things change. <br>
Towards the better. <br>
Amin. <br>
InsyaAllah! <br>
Tajdid niat, yosh! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Random. </p>
<p dir="ltr">91A <br>
0024<br>
23 RabiulAkhir 1437H </p>
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