tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35097866257715256002024-03-16T01:41:43.625+08:00DYLLAREZANDo more than just existArdilla Noorezanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562795162365962335noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-6764345926484241832022-10-16T00:44:00.000+08:002022-10-16T00:44:18.743+08:00Not a Covid Virgin Anymore <div style="text-align: justify;">Covid-19 has been around us for more than 2 years. I have received 4 Covid jabs, including 2 boosters. Thought I was finally fully immuned to Covid, but guess I was wrong. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a long weekend and I finally got to meet both of my parents weeee. It had been a month since the last time we went back to Kajang and Melaka. Maulidur Rasul was on 9th, so we got an extra day of holiday. We went back to Kajang first, then to Melaka. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was sooooo exciteddd. I sang on top of my lungs in the car, while accompanying Sobri to drive hehe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We spent most of the time with our parents at home. We didn't go out much. Only once in Kajang for tea time. We planned A LOT of things, but ended up cancelling everything because we decided to just chill and rest. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I woke up on the third day feeling like a lump inside my throat. It was so painful. I drank a lot of water but the sore throat did not go away. Sometimes I do get the same feeling whenever I slept with an opened mouth, so I just brushed it off and told myself that this is another episode of me sleeping without closing my mouth. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon after that, runny nose started. I used to have allergic rhinitis, so I thought it was just another episode since I had been sleeping in air-conditioned room for the past few days. But then again, I sleep in air-conditioned room every day, so why suddenly my allergic rhinitis came back? It was pretty weird.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then at night I started to have fever with chills and rigors. I had terrible chills until I shivered under my thick blanket at night, but my forehead was burning. Sobri was worried. He woke up few times, gave me my meds and hugged me tighter because I kept telling him I felt cold.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That time we were already in Melaka. My parents were so concerned about me, but I knew no matter what I had to go back to Johor because the next day was my oncall day. I thought it was just a simple upper respiratory tract infection, which would eventually resolve on its own. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had temperature spike that night, but I insisted to go to work despite my husband told me to take MC and started the day as usual. I couldn't just tell that I wanna MC and find a replacement for my oncall at a very last minute. I didn't wanna burden my colleague as well. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took medications regularly, because if not my fever won't come down and I would be coughing all day. I had headache as well. That night was the worst. Alhamdulillah I managed to sleep, but I woke up every hour due to coughing. It reminded me of my asthma attacks during childhood. That moment I knew that I should take an MC on the next day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My ward had enough people to cover on the next day, so I informed my colleagues and specialists in charge of my ward. I somehow had a hunch that maybe it was Covid? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I reached home and luckily I still had a few of Covid test kits so I immediately did a test on myself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bammm! As clear as the sky on that day; I'm confirmed Covid positive. Orang nak positive lain, Covid yang positive dulu haha. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzdrDsXzl-A_jG8SxNtkqtdR0ph7tM_qCH-BzmwdXorhh7ycj47PoE7UafVUxI6MMq7DiiSTeIs2ChhuLfp7FmUy8DpESL5VNOqrFv4rcakam45gkqkVfEygHHY0h07FM5AbG4bxoPKcbXrCUlCvH1VFsEFaD8FqRFs83LOJv4CMnWxQamBJ9OtMD1Q/s4032/A23E3C5F-84A5-45C5-AC12-149CD4AE85A7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzdrDsXzl-A_jG8SxNtkqtdR0ph7tM_qCH-BzmwdXorhh7ycj47PoE7UafVUxI6MMq7DiiSTeIs2ChhuLfp7FmUy8DpESL5VNOqrFv4rcakam45gkqkVfEygHHY0h07FM5AbG4bxoPKcbXrCUlCvH1VFsEFaD8FqRFs83LOJv4CMnWxQamBJ9OtMD1Q/w300-h400/A23E3C5F-84A5-45C5-AC12-149CD4AE85A7.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">No wonder my URTI symptoms were soooo bad. I texted my superior and contacted OSHA to know what should I do next. They told me to fill up the Covid screening form and go to HSA cabin, where all swabs are done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I went there, and repeat another swab for RTK-Ag. It turned out positive as well. The positive line was soooo clear. I updated the form for positive person and they said My Sejahtera will be update automatically. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7hDkGbJfY5xrUc9XNJ_0swMthIdqX85gojxoLqyKTIAlHq3VKtIKO3iRWvm4QEsX_hlrk-nyOxEyGWejUsUtxJYXPySwAnGnnbpN52WQuEjLS5IfKhzH_PagrF_lhAuYoRUpjLYYs2W_e_AqXfDDAteKDxS06DmNr4RHQintaRDMRPTAEzT_tl1CYg/s4032/898A6736-B516-4591-9598-C58FB879A41A.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7hDkGbJfY5xrUc9XNJ_0swMthIdqX85gojxoLqyKTIAlHq3VKtIKO3iRWvm4QEsX_hlrk-nyOxEyGWejUsUtxJYXPySwAnGnnbpN52WQuEjLS5IfKhzH_PagrF_lhAuYoRUpjLYYs2W_e_AqXfDDAteKDxS06DmNr4RHQintaRDMRPTAEzT_tl1CYg/w300-h400/898A6736-B516-4591-9598-C58FB879A41A.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br />So, that was the story of how I am not a Covid virgin anymore. Not something that I'm proud of, but grateful for everything. <div><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alhamdulillah my family members including my husband tested negative so far and hopefully they will remain negative. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>Ardilla Noorezanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562795162365962335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-28016754497820267242021-09-18T20:00:00.005+08:002022-07-16T20:33:25.284+08:00Pre-Housemanship: Things I'm Glad I Did <div>Assalamualaikum and hi guyssss! </div><div><br />Before I start, just in case you don't know, I'm currently in my 4th posting, which means I already completed 1 year and a month of housemanship, since each posting takes 4 months. </div><span></span><div><br />A few months prior to housemanship, I'd asked a few friends who were already HOs that time. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div>"Patut tak aku study?"</div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>Then all of them gave me the same answer.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div>"Tak payah. Please enjoy time before housemanship." </div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>And yes, I did. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>1. Cooking with my husband for the family</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After I got married, my husband and I stayed at my sister-in-law's house. If you know me well, you'd probably know that I RARELY cooked previously especially when I stayed with my parents. When I was in medical school also, most of the times I would just eat out, tapau or cooked a very very very simple dish. I remember I even tried making a few dishes using microwave only, fuh the level of laziness haha. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I challenged myself to cook after I got married and it was fully supported by my husband and sister-in-law. Sobri and I cooked A LOTTT. We cooked almost every day and yes I'm glad I did. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here are some photos of the dishes I cooked! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zKIcXxf28QynLFhun5NcrWMQhRqq8GJqyy7Fc_9FCpiZhEZiBt1i3HGQzcSboLs5BfSY1fafWhZGH3XI96wJ5NQXu45mu1b8-5NZPlKPcqnazYqCa7J4V921ZkR6adKGINixAVCm3t37/s2048/Snapseed+4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zKIcXxf28QynLFhun5NcrWMQhRqq8GJqyy7Fc_9FCpiZhEZiBt1i3HGQzcSboLs5BfSY1fafWhZGH3XI96wJ5NQXu45mu1b8-5NZPlKPcqnazYqCa7J4V921ZkR6adKGINixAVCm3t37/w240-h320/Snapseed+4.JPG" width="240" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRyxpwtllDN1Fq8NmlfWFBTy3v-0SAUadFD6DTlForDiwqTrT96KpI3BPjGzrb60bo0tUcMKRJEztoBU0hP8E__nUsdenJdjqR73Z7eA-t9dpfLFIlbdc7eEXAbFrIByXZ1o68LaHXIoF/s2048/Snapseed.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRyxpwtllDN1Fq8NmlfWFBTy3v-0SAUadFD6DTlForDiwqTrT96KpI3BPjGzrb60bo0tUcMKRJEztoBU0hP8E__nUsdenJdjqR73Z7eA-t9dpfLFIlbdc7eEXAbFrIByXZ1o68LaHXIoF/w240-h320/Snapseed.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPzCYTRtF8C_Dx8OLqL20Qeha3B0kU4fDmnT6oVDyvfuu3E6VHkTkt68HfV4Y8cL98qbF5cykZFgR32vAjUUegU6qegA0IXv49q_lpCMGedGr3_mkbUcovMKFcgn3UgVQ1y43jz_jzeXa/s2048/Snapseed+5.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPzCYTRtF8C_Dx8OLqL20Qeha3B0kU4fDmnT6oVDyvfuu3E6VHkTkt68HfV4Y8cL98qbF5cykZFgR32vAjUUegU6qegA0IXv49q_lpCMGedGr3_mkbUcovMKFcgn3UgVQ1y43jz_jzeXa/w400-h300/Snapseed+5.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ikan masak tempoyak</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtszTsWhY1Fm5j8mKcOIG4wmprIIyHrYDkqiHziZr3Ah53XRZa6wdHSWhCMfjRPJwZkVeHSsGlwy8LsXO8mf0GQSdZvSBV9XAMIGVOk8R5W3VKSPgt6KpCVv7A-j3nVf3ZZLZQsyd7eMdJ/s2048/Snapseed+10.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtszTsWhY1Fm5j8mKcOIG4wmprIIyHrYDkqiHziZr3Ah53XRZa6wdHSWhCMfjRPJwZkVeHSsGlwy8LsXO8mf0GQSdZvSBV9XAMIGVOk8R5W3VKSPgt6KpCVv7A-j3nVf3ZZLZQsyd7eMdJ/w400-h300/Snapseed+10.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asam pedas ikan</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnX5KpKFjEKX_tt30vu3ARpAxaNR1fGAiAryuhkEdgiHGwyw8iqvjUYhKIk2nFn8KBetqymSLq8VAcU3a0kgo64ZW2y_-DjAfjj1wnzcm2AxOEn3k5fIjIsYZFeG8-7FYs0u36cmwW6PUn/s1472/Snapseed+6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnX5KpKFjEKX_tt30vu3ARpAxaNR1fGAiAryuhkEdgiHGwyw8iqvjUYhKIk2nFn8KBetqymSLq8VAcU3a0kgo64ZW2y_-DjAfjj1wnzcm2AxOEn3k5fIjIsYZFeG8-7FYs0u36cmwW6PUn/w225-h400/Snapseed+6.JPG" width="225" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFRIASug6y7ufe3RipDUWcAkTZmnkJnn-ysQ-APu3HmaCl6Zk91RzuzumJe2MwKQe3yEQtvQCDwktYSnn4pYnusfN5OU-_YmZBxc400kYm7TK_ucWxsrk9g4hP9PhGu8ME_QZB53cR0e4/s2048/Snapseed+7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFRIASug6y7ufe3RipDUWcAkTZmnkJnn-ysQ-APu3HmaCl6Zk91RzuzumJe2MwKQe3yEQtvQCDwktYSnn4pYnusfN5OU-_YmZBxc400kYm7TK_ucWxsrk9g4hP9PhGu8ME_QZB53cR0e4/w300-h400/Snapseed+7.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>2. Bonding with my sister-in-law, niece and Kitty the cute cat! </b></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My in laws are really amazing and I'm beyond grateful to have them in my life, who I can call family. And my sister-in-law, Kak Nana is one of the kindest person I've ever met. Kak Nana tak pernah berkira anything. She bought food for us, didn't mind we stayed there for few months. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most of the time when Sobri went to work, since I hadn't start working, I would spend time with Kak Nana and her daughter who is also my niece named Delisya. My niece is sooooo creative, I'm amazed with how her brain works. I wish I am that creative. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And they have a cat called Kitty! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWV3rxnnPTmd-4wHyjnoy2p5LTuXimniGy9sf-b2ngbLLAK6S0CvYCXiAqHMugjAhyphenhyphen4xhmN4yRZuBARjWhuaP18Z0vAIXGC5s_Vc7FL7LQDiLu9nNyJcYsoyRuimkLuxGTUT-YMkDfgGR/s2048/IMG_7201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWV3rxnnPTmd-4wHyjnoy2p5LTuXimniGy9sf-b2ngbLLAK6S0CvYCXiAqHMugjAhyphenhyphen4xhmN4yRZuBARjWhuaP18Z0vAIXGC5s_Vc7FL7LQDiLu9nNyJcYsoyRuimkLuxGTUT-YMkDfgGR/w300-h400/IMG_7201.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqd92Vzn_z9rhsGLl7EXife-_BQRNpFQrloUZq-rs86cIxNcoLuV1D3KbQuhRx8ewgXSySbCs55bY3nlZ_YraSxjvzHimnHYTPEoEJpwzNYR48l4UinBFh3bfYztEBYAImga5KcB-2AgoF/s2048/IMG_9421.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqd92Vzn_z9rhsGLl7EXife-_BQRNpFQrloUZq-rs86cIxNcoLuV1D3KbQuhRx8ewgXSySbCs55bY3nlZ_YraSxjvzHimnHYTPEoEJpwzNYR48l4UinBFh3bfYztEBYAImga5KcB-2AgoF/w300-h400/IMG_9421.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kitty with her babies; Tikui, Comot, Halia</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>3. Hiking and got lost with my husband </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Got lost in the middle of the forest was definitely not fun, but hiking with my husband is always a fun one. I loveeee hiking with Sobri. I feel safe. Besides, Sobri will bring large mineral water bottle and all the important stuff. All I need to do is to just carry myself hehe. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdAFgEgzV8IRImrnCiylZAoC4ZAZJzrksyrWLYRV6tJwDype3PQUjJjBkKFc2909twPhlYQ4M7YMJqSPwbM6TMTqGaYnfsWpJwCEkIjFK_vPwLHZeWblb1Gl3SJoZkRKR6Zz4E4lxi061/s2048/Snapseed+3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitdAFgEgzV8IRImrnCiylZAoC4ZAZJzrksyrWLYRV6tJwDype3PQUjJjBkKFc2909twPhlYQ4M7YMJqSPwbM6TMTqGaYnfsWpJwCEkIjFK_vPwLHZeWblb1Gl3SJoZkRKR6Zz4E4lxi061/w400-h400/Snapseed+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>4. Celebrating Raya with Kak Nana and Delisya </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was my first Raya far far away from home. But hey, home is a feeling and yes, celebrating raya with Sobri, Kak Nana and Delisya made me feel 'home'. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And yes, believe it or not, even though COVID just came that time and I thought I was gonna just lie down on bed doing nothing, but it turned out there were <a href="https://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2020/05/6-things-i-did-during-this-cov-eid.html" target="_blank">5 unexpected things I did during Raya</a>, which included masak sambal bali resepi nenek! Hehe. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. Moving into a new place<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Prior to starting housemanship, we decided to rent an apartment nearby hospital. After searching high and low, we managed to find an apartment just nice for the 2 of us. The apartment was partially furnished so we had to buy a few furnitures. Furniture hunting was so much fun especially when you chose and your husband paid hehe. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNoR3flbeiK-Fs5nIahSBXosdnJubIk2o7sLA3xfgZzo9vsBFcQUuZpZ_2h5ErF_Spfi3s2NTem5Dpzu_KAlgjfIR39YQ5y_vTj1Pv8Ho5_TSla6kLwX1_glO8YNBBNa39ZQQVUr-bGTB/s2048/A1F8976A-EB78-44F4-9844-5AE0BE8EF90A.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNoR3flbeiK-Fs5nIahSBXosdnJubIk2o7sLA3xfgZzo9vsBFcQUuZpZ_2h5ErF_Spfi3s2NTem5Dpzu_KAlgjfIR39YQ5y_vTj1Pv8Ho5_TSla6kLwX1_glO8YNBBNa39ZQQVUr-bGTB/w400-h225/A1F8976A-EB78-44F4-9844-5AE0BE8EF90A.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NEzQueh_QnpskhWPb9d9zIqVmeWZJFGImxaYEWJdTkD30B4VAOdo6zZ0BES4PakPp-39ya6mylq7h3mnPQqe4BF6h-Iimyo3WY1ftuxi2kyM5D_HZOLYVe7et3y7aQBKb-JsZAr6ezKO/s2048/IMG_1057.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NEzQueh_QnpskhWPb9d9zIqVmeWZJFGImxaYEWJdTkD30B4VAOdo6zZ0BES4PakPp-39ya6mylq7h3mnPQqe4BF6h-Iimyo3WY1ftuxi2kyM5D_HZOLYVe7et3y7aQBKb-JsZAr6ezKO/w300-h400/IMG_1057.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Siap dinner luar gitu</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFXdBg9GbqSOxKAdeDtUNx1jlLY_r1IEm7r0j0iTY0RUCIhTL0JiqSHOC23GrRTs8Rx5mIk4OYOppaXvhV65UDLV4O7OwxUKtJCtqWkBqK3Mejcpd1wh2oeNpv4IFqbThtcEtJbBN9qwn/s2048/IMG_1370.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFXdBg9GbqSOxKAdeDtUNx1jlLY_r1IEm7r0j0iTY0RUCIhTL0JiqSHOC23GrRTs8Rx5mIk4OYOppaXvhV65UDLV4O7OwxUKtJCtqWkBqK3Mejcpd1wh2oeNpv4IFqbThtcEtJbBN9qwn/w400-h300/IMG_1370.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beach nearby our apartment</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">EHO, a system where we have to log in and 'rebut' a hospital where we're gonna do housemanship for 2 years opened in July last year. I know people said that I should have at least 4 other hospital choices if I couldn't secure a place in the hospital that I want, but that time I only had 1 choice in my mind. If I couldn't get it, then habis lah. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But Alhamdulillah, I managed to get it. And here I am, already more than 1 year in HSA :') </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLKHSexUl7IqmWd_zLUpok6QiULl1d_6rNJLA97jYCzRyXnDEa1800bPy6pT43ZXfThwXuAEZh-eDlZJYLhv4bCXRFvDtE85aHb6zaavAs_nucnjYM5nRxuLNwSWJ1JY8E-gNB1YwwAtH/s2048/IMG_0972.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLKHSexUl7IqmWd_zLUpok6QiULl1d_6rNJLA97jYCzRyXnDEa1800bPy6pT43ZXfThwXuAEZh-eDlZJYLhv4bCXRFvDtE85aHb6zaavAs_nucnjYM5nRxuLNwSWJ1JY8E-gNB1YwwAtH/w300-h400/IMG_0972.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">If you just passed your medical school and ask for advices from me, "How should I prepare for housemanship?", I would definitely say, "Spend time with your family. Spend time A LOT. And enjoy doing things you like to do." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Because you'd definitely miss it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Ardilla Noorezanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562795162365962335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-42162945255496451222021-09-11T19:30:00.003+08:002022-08-05T13:44:51.114+08:00Xiamo Mi Box S Review: 3 Reasons Why You Should Have ItAssalamualaikum and hi guys! <div><br /></div><div>I'm trying to be consistent here by posting at least once per week. So how do I do so far? Hehe </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway today I'm gonna review a tech device that I loveeee. </div><span></span><div><br /></div><div>It's called Xiaomi Mi Box S.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHOxltzUpN8fhyngP7vr8VxaEtVc8NWhsorla1rc85noxZaIEyjtDIVByCjRh6wGUK0OHufwm_ilnQBcVM-V2-lSFqsFq20e8uwclG3k7JO40bspkqlWJtGjKn8dpmMFgPdUO9keTy3c/w640-h480/IMG_0144.JPG" width="640" /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's a streaming device where a few apps inc Netflix, Spotify, Youtube, Disney+ Hotstar, etc are available.</div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">Before I knew this thing exists, my husband would connect his laptop to the tv whenever we wanted to watch any movies. It was a bit leceh, since we had to wait the laptop to start first, plus the lagging time and the slow laptop. When I found this device, straight away I knew I should get this. </span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">If you're thinking of buying one but still contemplating, here are 3 reasons why you should have it!</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>1. No need to connect to laptop anymore</b></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">This box allows you to stream Netflix, Youtube, Spotify, etc directly. You don't have to use your laptop anymore. You can just switch on your TV and automatically it will show you your Netflix, Spotify, Youtube accounts. Last time I was quite concerned about the laptop that we used. I felt that it would get spoilt fast since we had to switch it on most of the time. Now no more! </span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><b>2. Reasonable price</b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We bought it at RM269. It is reasonable and totally worth it. My husband watches TV on most days. Since we don't have any Astro account, we watch movies and series Via Netflix or Disney+ Hotstar, so this device is definitely useful for both of us. I'd been using it for a few months, and so far, its performance never disappoints us and we surely have no regret buying it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: justify;"></span><span style="text-align: justify;"></span><div><b>3. Compact, safe save and easy to use </b></div><div><br /></div><div>It is small, compact and so easy to use. You don't need much space. Can simply put it anywhere. Here are the only steps that you have to do. Easy peasy! </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND8FITbGQJEsEBYG3ZFVxiDwijnuyKz-eX9DzFEFhCZauGpI8Rqw03fLgRbGvE_F7cA8TN0Zuh9XeqJZam2DrhgHAAmt5hf7rScbyNdbu1IAIkTYinx8ED5sdP07-hZc9-Zvu9Qv4tv1R/s1886/Screenshot+2021-09-11+at+2.24.52+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="1886" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND8FITbGQJEsEBYG3ZFVxiDwijnuyKz-eX9DzFEFhCZauGpI8Rqw03fLgRbGvE_F7cA8TN0Zuh9XeqJZam2DrhgHAAmt5hf7rScbyNdbu1IAIkTYinx8ED5sdP07-hZc9-Zvu9Qv4tv1R/w640-h202/Screenshot+2021-09-11+at+2.24.52+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nJhNdhBiowSQVmch-Wh3zKNiRMAsJolD1RjX6a9JiME1FVUx5cbnS7CMCEdM4ZZVD3wB-2MfTEGO38qPt9_ry3Q83C3U1HbddpYLEscU8CLACKOUHGLyWdq01In_upOXaeAXljoKxRk/s2048/IMG_0145.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nJhNdhBiowSQVmch-Wh3zKNiRMAsJolD1RjX6a9JiME1FVUx5cbnS7CMCEdM4ZZVD3wB-2MfTEGO38qPt9_ry3Q83C3U1HbddpYLEscU8CLACKOUHGLyWdq01In_upOXaeAXljoKxRk/w480-h640/IMG_0145.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zVBom7LFguGBdafMM-vYETDjGTt8IWpvUES2lhYS7B0fjYlj6dyf2jrgC_3uuvVZQO5MTxICRCxaEcDnCPIE_cacKAVe074cuT9jPuQzpcjo8WSDAfhFkrS-Sjly3V5yJglKizv5rVI/s2048/IMG_0146.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zVBom7LFguGBdafMM-vYETDjGTt8IWpvUES2lhYS7B0fjYlj6dyf2jrgC_3uuvVZQO5MTxICRCxaEcDnCPIE_cacKAVe074cuT9jPuQzpcjo8WSDAfhFkrS-Sjly3V5yJglKizv5rVI/w480-h640/IMG_0146.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It even has Google Play as well! </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iepPGjzDLPsD9gs9Z8sacksAXeUqBNUiLZY_i6x7fAG_U-MARYzKws-_onTHpvwKZudiPKceqzzqGIgouOo-Q2B7T4TNR5yixkUfx0UVHIbxnUBNLZeP9Atdw0FrNRFqKwXoYS5LX_0/s2048/IMG_0147.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_iepPGjzDLPsD9gs9Z8sacksAXeUqBNUiLZY_i6x7fAG_U-MARYzKws-_onTHpvwKZudiPKceqzzqGIgouOo-Q2B7T4TNR5yixkUfx0UVHIbxnUBNLZeP9Atdw0FrNRFqKwXoYS5LX_0/w640-h480/IMG_0147.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Here's the link where I bought it: <a href="https://shopee.com.my/dasher/2212828002 " target="_blank">https://shopee.com.my/dasher/2212828002</a></p><p><br /></p><p>Do you use any streaming device at home? Lemme know in the comment section below! :) </p><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-73024032956098074752021-09-03T20:00:00.004+08:002022-08-05T13:44:59.349+08:00Someone Licked Me In The Middle of The Night Yes. Someone licked me at 3am in the morning and I was so shocked! <span></span><div><br /></div><div>If you guys follow me on Instagram, you'd probably know that I have 2 naughty cats at home. <span></span><div><br /></div><div>Meet Ivar and Renji. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBni-ve7nNoepdDwjpfZAwUdCF2S-NM9VUq9zIDTS5476tJ0zw-bEpzjlcJrcuunZm7jOkKcJ2Dotl2pGUKwYUq2-inzmEVrD-CTIkOcpTxsByd4Gdb-gLJGnGULnvKyWAZ8q8zQjcNyw/s2048/IMG_9718.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBni-ve7nNoepdDwjpfZAwUdCF2S-NM9VUq9zIDTS5476tJ0zw-bEpzjlcJrcuunZm7jOkKcJ2Dotl2pGUKwYUq2-inzmEVrD-CTIkOcpTxsByd4Gdb-gLJGnGULnvKyWAZ8q8zQjcNyw/w480-h640/IMG_9718.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">IVAR; 10 months old </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ1oR0UD2bq083QSMUtcQSkRMZvAvXM5MZVbBL-lPYQWpZkPTf5hrfXIncDSyBSofXfsIHSWgWl5z_LNq2EbKIfbapPlZwXO2AV5Jn8q5G3dgvNeDtwnPi_bTMaZa4MD007nGp_BvJkE/s2048/IMG_9752.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ1oR0UD2bq083QSMUtcQSkRMZvAvXM5MZVbBL-lPYQWpZkPTf5hrfXIncDSyBSofXfsIHSWgWl5z_LNq2EbKIfbapPlZwXO2AV5Jn8q5G3dgvNeDtwnPi_bTMaZa4MD007nGp_BvJkE/w480-h640/IMG_9752.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RENJI; 5 months old<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We first met Ivar in a car shop. She was so small that time. Small and wet. Sobri and I were just talking about getting a cat in the car. So when this small tiny kitten approached me out of a sudden when I was sitting on a couch, I felt like it was a fate. I convinced Sobri that we should bring this kitten home. Sobri tried to pet her and she immediately licked Sobri's hand. She won our hearts and we decided to adopt her. It happened on 7th of November and she was about 1 month that time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On 29th May, when Ivar was about 7 months old, we decided to adopt another kitten since Ivar looked lonely. After going high and low searching for a kitten, we found one. It was the day where we met Renji. He was about 2 months that time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ever since we have both of them, our lives change quite a lot especially mine. When Sobri is not at home, I don't feel lonely anymore. Their presence lightens up the house even though at times they can be quite annoying; play with water, bite each other, run here and there at night, etc, but adopting them is one of my best life decision.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sobri is currently in SWAT Covid team, so a few days ago he had to be in the hospital for the night shift. Usually I was the one who has to be in the hospital during night shift, so it felt so different when I was the one who was left. Sobri has oncall once every 2-3 weeks but he only needs to go to the hospital when there's a case they refer to him, so he never leaves me alone at night. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That night I went to bed quite early. I let my bedroom door opened so that Ivar and Renji can come in whenever they want (and takde lah takut sangat rasa ada kucing teman hehe). Ivar awal awal dah give up. I guess she dislikes being cold. Renji comfortably snugged in beside me and stayed all night long. He seemed knowing that I was alone and needed a company. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was able to sleep safe and sound until I felt rough wet thing on my face. I opened my eyes and were so shocked! Renji was licking my face! I thought I was already late. I looked at my watch. It was 3am in the morning! I told Renji to get back to sleep but he keeps meowing and went here and there. I was too sleepy to brain what he wanted, so I fell back asleep and eventually Renji got back to bed as well. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Around 5.30am, my alarm clock went off. I turned to my side and saw this..</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCheKo4wu7c5-gNuflzBBSjOaBfA1LUUYYDVIFhRGhcFV74kFO04W4zGOwLin_neJkPLWb1NRqo_zWb9anJnBL4X6-ZUl6iDFC7UbkSWN8ung645tV9tg24jyvgkWdj7NB_mVEOUH3pYM/s2048/IMG_9819.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCheKo4wu7c5-gNuflzBBSjOaBfA1LUUYYDVIFhRGhcFV74kFO04W4zGOwLin_neJkPLWb1NRqo_zWb9anJnBL4X6-ZUl6iDFC7UbkSWN8ung645tV9tg24jyvgkWdj7NB_mVEOUH3pYM/w480-h640/IMG_9819.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div>It was Renji! He was such a big good boy, teman mommy sampai pagi hehe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ivar as usual sleeping on her favourite spot, atas kerusi meja makan haha. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div>Do you guys have any cats? What are their names? I would loveeee to know hehe</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-80505107225646424312021-08-22T20:00:00.003+08:002021-08-29T08:33:13.083+08:00One Principle I Always Hold On To During Housemanship <div style="text-align: justify;">Assalamualaikum and hi everyoneeee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvjPxoThQOErW5yFG3bvuA0LUcpIeDhkiZDXLnEHagu8ljWoUuew4nrJlGtozGtSTDoyCctVMChahEQSK4_rhFTiI_Qv-Gp0YZiMeX9x0q0qEwEsizHmA5dcDHhKG3ZuL7-YXsOfpizI/s2048/IMG_8309.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvjPxoThQOErW5yFG3bvuA0LUcpIeDhkiZDXLnEHagu8ljWoUuew4nrJlGtozGtSTDoyCctVMChahEQSK4_rhFTiI_Qv-Gp0YZiMeX9x0q0qEwEsizHmA5dcDHhKG3ZuL7-YXsOfpizI/w480-h640/IMG_8309.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Not sure if anyone still reads blog posts or not, but here I am after a year plus of hiatus. A lot of things happened and changed for the past year. I tried my best to update my blog, wishing that it would be somehow my go-to comfort place, where I can keep a part of memories, but I did not succeed. 24 hours in a day, 7 days a week, but I still do not have enough time to update my blog monthly, not to mention weekly or daily. My off days and post nights were mostly spent on sleeping hehe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh and another reason why I didn't update much is because my laptop lagged so much that I rather do something else than wait for it. My husband bought a new laptop for me so yeay!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started housemanship early August 2020. 1 year passed and I had gone through 3 postings, and currently in my fourth. Obstetrics & Gynaecology (O&G) was my first posting, followed by Surgical, Medical and now Orthopaedic. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Housemanship is challenging. Every single person would say that. If you feel like quitting, you are not alone. Especially if you just start your journey as a doctor aka houseman. The earlier days won't be easy. There are days that you might regret your choice of becoming a doctor. There are days that you would cry so hard. There are days that you will be so busy that you don't have time to eat. There are days that people might call you 'jonah' because things happen when you're around even though it is just a coincident that you are there (luls). There are days that you go back and all you wanna do is sleep. There are days that things just don't go your way. There are days you might go back few hours late. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are also days that you meet good friends that even you guys go separate ways, you will still have each others' back. There are days that you work with nice MOs and specialists. There are days that you will have complete 3 meals. There are days that you will be able to sleep during your night shift (I had though, even just for a few days.. for the past 1 year..). There are days that your friends buy food for you. There are days that will be your firsts; first time assisting, first time suturing, first time cpr-ing, etc. And those first times will be so precious. The more firsts you get, more times you repeat, the better you will be and eventually your days will get better and better. Even though it still won't be easy, at least not every day you will feel like quitting. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Small things count and remember those. Be proud of yourself. Help out each other. Be proactive and productive. Always be empathy. Treat patients how you would like doctors treat your family. And most importantly, jangan berkira bila buat kerja. You will gain pahala, experience and knowledge. Be nice to your superiors, colleagues and others. You think people might not remember it, but they actually do. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One principle among few principles that I always hold on to; </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">All people are nice until proven otherwise. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Even if you think someone is not so nice, treat them nicely. S/he might be having a bad day. Well, who doesn't have one right? Look the good things in others. If you get scolded, take the good ones and leave the bad ones. Never take anything personally in your heart, but if it does get to your heart and you feel like wanna cry, just cry. We are human beings and it is okay to cry. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still have one year to go. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I pray that all of us will be able to go through hardships in our lives toughly, strongly and successfully amin.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-71481380581768069152020-06-13T20:00:00.002+08:002020-06-16T15:56:59.947+08:00Wedding Series Ep2: Pre-Engagement - The Preparation, One Thing Ayah Really Disliked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKh56fjt8-j0Gglay93FNYnjr1adG2PwSYPS3QqPgLi9Z8VgHFdZqHdW-5luonyMFMd59InG6fzszTLe53j94AWn2SLs7xn1vm7nj3rYJSBp15ncXQBpCF8157L4e8coG4D2ZiDQn8nA/s1920/IMG_0503.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKh56fjt8-j0Gglay93FNYnjr1adG2PwSYPS3QqPgLi9Z8VgHFdZqHdW-5luonyMFMd59InG6fzszTLe53j94AWn2SLs7xn1vm7nj3rYJSBp15ncXQBpCF8157L4e8coG4D2ZiDQn8nA/w640-h360/IMG_0503.PNG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamualaikum and hi everyone!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I hope you guys had a good day today. It was a great day for me, Alhamdulillah. My husband just got his permanent placement result and turned out he got the hospital that I'm planning to work at, Alhamdulillah. I'm so so so grateful. Thank you for everyone who keeps us in your prayer. Only Allah can repay your kindness :') </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Alright, we have come to the second episode weeee. I'm gonna talk about the preparation of our engagement and how ayah disliked that <b>ONE thing I did.</b> Totally disliked, kalau boleh tak nak pandang and rasa segan kalau orang tahu haha. I feel embarrassed as well, but I decided to post it here as a memory, gituuu. What is it? Tungguuuu. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This post is gonna have <b><u>4 subheadings</u></b> on how I prepared my engagement.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>1. How did I start? Where did I start? </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The preparation started right after we'd decided on the engagement date. I did some research and from there I came up with an engagement to-do-list (will share with you guys in the next post, InshaaAllah!). Typical Ardilla semua benda nak list, dari sekolah sampai sekarang haha. Ayah and Ibu handled catering, while I settled the rest. I tried my best to save as much as I can, opting for the cheaper-but-still-nice option hehe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And not to forget, I also cleaned up my study room! It's called study room though I never used that room to study haha. If you read my post entitled <a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2019/09/konmari-dont-judge-my-room.html" target="_blank">Konmari: Don't Judge My Room,</a> you'd definitely surprise looking at the before and after photos. Yelah, dari bilik cam tongkang pecah terus kemas sebutir habuk pun takde hehe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>2. The only shop I went for outfit hunting (20th of August 2019)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My best friends were so supportive; Babyboos gave me a few suggestions from where I could find my outfit and I asked Tiara if she could accompany me and she immediately said yes! She even offered me to have a sleepover at her house since I came from Melaka. So segannnnn, especially with Aunty Dewi and Uncle Mazua hehe thank you Aunty and Uncle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I already eyed a few shops and planned to buy a pastel pink baju kurung. I fetched Tiara from Putrajaya and we went to the first shop. I straight away picked up the clothes that I wanted and tried it. It fitted perfectly. Suddenly I saw another baju kurung with the same design but in baby blue and it looked nicer on me! Tiara sent a few photos of me to Ibu and both of them said that the blue one was nicer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I paid and we left. Phew, that wasn't so hard, Alhamdulillah! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's a shameless selfie of me hehe </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVc4inSIj6vbyEqBY1nW8Oly9IN7TM6otYlzRPrUn_FgL_-d5CDTp9_JPADL4ZQ7XpW-igBlViiojapiBBafr1jofkDTUzfRxKRUCerhyQOgbg_zjCYdgV5MbPu2SfeFcul03_b9eLj48/s3999/5C0C10D5-349A-4160-A38B-B5A7FDDF70A1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3999" data-original-width="2999" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVc4inSIj6vbyEqBY1nW8Oly9IN7TM6otYlzRPrUn_FgL_-d5CDTp9_JPADL4ZQ7XpW-igBlViiojapiBBafr1jofkDTUzfRxKRUCerhyQOgbg_zjCYdgV5MbPu2SfeFcul03_b9eLj48/w480-h640/5C0C10D5-349A-4160-A38B-B5A7FDDF70A1.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>3. Sobri bought the engagement ring in Mydin?! (15th of August 2019)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sobri works in JB, so we only met once before the engagement, which was 4 days after <a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2020/05/wedding-series-1-5-things-about-our.html" target="_blank">The Awkward Meeting</a> haha. It was in the afternoon when he reached Melaka. Semangat tak tahu kenapa, I already surveyed a few halls and we went to this one hall, where Elfira Loy's wedding took place to have a look. By the time we left, it was already 6pm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We didn't have much time so I told Sobri let's find my ring in Mydin. He was surprised. He forgot that Mydin Melaka bukan biasa biasa haha kidding. One of Habib Jewel branches is in Mydin and there were a few other jewellery shops as well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sobri preferred me wearing a gold ring, but white gold captivated my heart. I told him that I would wear a gold ring during nikah, so he bought me the white gold. Yeay win-win hehe. Win-win apanya, Sobri yang belikan padahal -.-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5IQTrwY2M2DO2QVxXH4IOUjKZD7D7TYlLt9uD5Net0UkGhJ_6B7ORKu59fn4eM2H3GFZ0lyLjaTPKIZ0NmQBHv1rCSvJoo5nIflEQl9ziIGFkHGy9gCaeMM0XN69wuUgU0AJxyvm8-U/s4032/IMG_9901.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5IQTrwY2M2DO2QVxXH4IOUjKZD7D7TYlLt9uD5Net0UkGhJ_6B7ORKu59fn4eM2H3GFZ0lyLjaTPKIZ0NmQBHv1rCSvJoo5nIflEQl9ziIGFkHGy9gCaeMM0XN69wuUgU0AJxyvm8-U/w480-h640/IMG_9901.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>4. Hantaran preparation and decoration </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I volunteered to settle all components other than catering. Thinking of saving more money, I decided to decorate the hantaran from scratch by myself. Sobri and I came to a conclusion to have hantaran of 7 berbalas 5, which means I will have to prepare 7 hantaran for Sobri. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Ayah disliked this ONE hantaran that I decorated, sampai yang hantaran lain before this ayah suka pun terus ada je yang macam tak kena haha. It was not my fault. I'd tried my best *buat muka kesian*. But to be honest, looking back at that ONE hantaran I decorated, I felt embarrassed as well. Luckily Sobri and his family accepted as it was hehe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Beriya okay I prepare hantaran for Sobri. Habis sepah ruang tamu kat office ayah haha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEk6ONpNbZz4lDKyOhPe_EDMzpJn-dTGE0uydtwNTKkgMbVsb3qPe7OuUugyVBVxbgDBOA4yotUQmKAM9wLr0Nvwn5_E_mDYVfPBVLC52eM7MAT3L6PzjQnuiKBxABCe74-aDhRm81fM/s4032/IMG_1206.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEk6ONpNbZz4lDKyOhPe_EDMzpJn-dTGE0uydtwNTKkgMbVsb3qPe7OuUugyVBVxbgDBOA4yotUQmKAM9wLr0Nvwn5_E_mDYVfPBVLC52eM7MAT3L6PzjQnuiKBxABCe74-aDhRm81fM/w480-h640/IMG_1206.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gonna show you guys something really embarrassing. Okay amaran, jangan gelak! Hahaha. I did try my best okay. I really did. And here comes the ONE that ayah disliked the MOST. Taraaaaa!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kF4nO-_6UI9Xi_lidHUO7Lp2NKIBdGjtGNhIO5Pwq1LF-1Dr9AjfZ3CSDdWTnrAMWe5qKZ_aDXo_8VvXZqEojCr3Kq1pxGOTRzjgZFo0hBWr2KaRTx2S3JDGdz0Oby-dl-dy8FIN130/s6000/DSC07561.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kF4nO-_6UI9Xi_lidHUO7Lp2NKIBdGjtGNhIO5Pwq1LF-1Dr9AjfZ3CSDdWTnrAMWe5qKZ_aDXo_8VvXZqEojCr3Kq1pxGOTRzjgZFo0hBWr2KaRTx2S3JDGdz0Oby-dl-dy8FIN130/w640-h426/DSC07561.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Hahahaha. Yes it was ugly. I don't know what did I think at that time. Maybe I thought it was cool to tabur tabur all the chocolates inside the dulang to make it looked A LOT. Yes, it looked a lot.. hmmm A LOT messy haha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">One thing for sure, ayah told me to never decorate any hantaran and will make sure I hire someone who's really creative next time. Creative as in memang disahkan kreatif tanpa perlu tabur coklat haha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In my next post, I'll share with you guys my engagement-to-do list and probably some tips here and there so see you guys there! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P/s: Have any of you guys ever decorated hantaran before? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Any idea on how to decorate mini chocolates like that? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Previous Wedding Series: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2020/05/wedding-series-1-5-things-about-our.html" target="_blank">Ep1: Pre-Engagement - How Did He Propose To Me?</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2020/06/wedding-series-ep2-pre-engagement.html" target="_blank">Ep2: Pre-Engagement - The Preparation, One Thing Ayah Really Disliked</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-89146426182833037202020-06-08T20:00:00.003+08:002020-06-16T15:57:31.655+08:00Wedding Series Ep1: Pre-Engagement - How Did He Propose To Me? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Assalamualaikum and hi guys! </span></div>
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I'm sooooo excited for this wedding series. I've been planning to write this series for quite some time and I finally have the motivation to start writing it! This series is gonna consist of a few posts, probably 5 or 6, depending on how much I wanna talk about. Or maybe lebih if tetiba banyak benda nak cakap hehe. </div>
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Anyway stay tune with this series. I'll upload my wedding video by the end of this series and along the way I'll include some tips and hacks, InshaaAllah! </div>
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<u><b>The Proposal (9th of August 2019)</b></u></div>
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On the 9th of August, I passed my final examination and officially became a doctor <a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2019/09/finally-doctor.html" target="_blank">(Post: Finally, a doctor)</a>. Sobri dropped some hints that he wanted to get engaged in a month time, and I secretly wished he'd propose to me the way how people advertise a romantic proposal should be; the guy asks the girl out for dinner, the guy kneels on the ground, pulls out a ring, and asks her to marry him.</div>
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Scrap that off. I know, mengarut haha. </div>
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Sobri proposed to me via my parents. No lovey dovey, 'Will you marry me?' or 'Will you become my wife?', etc. He asked permission from Ibu to meet and discuss our engagement with both Ibu and Ayah at my house. I'm touched to be honest. It was a better way of a proposal and 10 points for braveness. *claps* </div>
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Ibu and ayah agreed since I already completed my degree. Kalau cakap before habis study ni mesti confirm tak boleh haha. </div>
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<b><u>The Meeting (11th of August 2019)</u></b></div>
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Sobri came all the way from Kajang that afternoon. We welcomed him and the four of us sat in the living room. Ibu cooked sambal bali and nasi impit for him, and that was his first time tasting sambal bali. Second time was during Raya <a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2020/05/6-things-i-did-during-this-cov-eid.html" target="_blank">(Post: 5 Unexpected Things I did During Cov-Eid)</a>. I helped to prepare the drinks and served them. </div>
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Ayah started the conversation and Sobri told his wish of getting engaged with me. Something like, "Saya datang sini nak bincang pasal tunang." </div>
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It was soooo awkward. I was there. I was literally there beside Ibu. I was stunned. Never thought it was gonna be this awkward. I wished I could run away and hide somewhere. Rasa jantung tergolek keluar okay haha. </div>
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My parents already had the idea that he came to discuss our engagement, but I totally was not prepared for the awkwardness. Planning for the first child to get married, I bet I was not the only one who felt awkward. Ke I je yang over kot haha maybe. </div>
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The discussion was short and quick. Ayah agreed and we decided to have the engagement on the 29th of September 2019. I could see ayah's eyes were watery. Not able to see someone sad, my eyes started to watery as well. Padahal entah entah mata ayah masuk habuk haha. </div>
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P/s: Do you have any dream proposal? Share with meee :)</div>
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I thought this Raya was gonna be a sad, boring one. I thought I would stay in pyjamas and just go through the day like nothing happens. But I was wrong. Although my husband and I could not travel back to our hometown in Melaka and Kajang to celebrate Raya with our family, but we still enjoyed celebrating it here in Johor. In fact, there were a few things I did that I'd never done during previous Raya. </div>
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Usually a day before Raya, my family and I would gather at Nenek's house and help Nenek with cooking, cleaning the house, preparing the plates, cups, and glasses, etc. One of the main dishes, which somehow 'compulsory' to be cooked is Nenek's special dish; <i>daging sambal bali</i>. It's kinda different from the usual sambal bali but the taste is sooo delicious. Once you try, you'll never forget and other than rendang, sambal bali is a perfect dish to be eaten with either ketupat or nasi impit. But, it is not so easy to make since a few people attempted to cook it with the recipe given by nenek, but they failed. I was quite nervous, but Alhamdulillah I have a supportive husband, who insisted that I should make it. </div>
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It was the last day of Ramadhan, and I managed to cook 2 Raya dishes. I'm so proud of myself hehe. </div>
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I was a bit worried that these 2 dishes might become a failure since the next day was Raya and I really wished the four of us could eat Raya food during Raya, even though we had to celebrate far away from our family. </div>
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Alhamdulillah, my husband, Kak Nana (my SIL) and Delisya (my niece) said both dishes were so delicious hehe. </div>
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I woke up a bit early than usual (hehe), took a bath, wore new baju kurung that I bought online and put on some makeup. It felt so different to wake up and celebrate Raya without having Ibu, Ayah, Ica and Aiman around. I missed how either Ica or Ibu would be the first to have shower, how ayah would tell us to get ready early because he hates waiting, how Aiman would ask Ibu if he could wear baju Melayu with a pair of black pants, which obviously Ibu would disagree unless he wears Kurta, etc. </div>
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To be honest, I'm so grateful I still had the chance to celebrate it with my small family here. And it was the first Raya I celebrated with my husband yeay! </div>
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Here's a shameless selfie of me showing the basic makeup I did. Me being me; messy eyebrows because I do not know how to draw a nice one, no falsies, no eyeliner, no contour, no highlighter, etc. Just some eyeshadow, blusher, and matte lipstick. </div>
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A big thank you to whoever created the technology of allowing people to have a virtual reunion via mobile phone. For the past 3 months, ever since MCO was implemented, the most I could do to reduce my homesickness is to Facetime with my family. </div>
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Ibu video-called me early in the morning while they were in the car, heading to Nenek's house and it was one of the best things that happened to me on that day. I miss them so much and knowing that they were well and fine was definitely a blessing, Alhamdulillah. I imagined myself drown in tears the moment I see them via video call but guess what. Ardilla is a big, tough girl who finally accepts the fact that she can't go back home at the moment. She didn't cry yeay! (But she did cry a bit that night though hehe). </div>
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Sobri, Kak Nana, Delisya and I gathered in the living room and we video-called Mak, Abah, and my Kajang family weee. So grateful to see the happy faces. I was a bit sad because I was kinda excited and really wanted to know my husband's family. I already planned that Raya would be the perfect chance for me to do so, but unfortunately, I couldn't. Worry not because I know Allah's plan is always the best and InshaaAllah by the time next Raya comes, I would already know them all. </div>
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This is my favourite part hehe. What's Raya without photoshoot, righhhhtttt? (Say yes! Hehe). Alhamdulillah again, I am blessed with a husband, a sister-in-law and a niece who love photoshoot as much as I do! I bought a tripod from Shopee because I left mine in Melaka and early in the morning after I got ready, I set up the place for our formal Raya photo. </div>
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Then while waiting for Kak Nana (my SIL), Delisya (my niece) helped to take photos of my husband and I. She did a great job! Reallyyyy, I'm not lying. </div>
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Here are some photos that were taken during Raya morning; </div>
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Kak Nana bought some bunga api and firecrackers for Delisya, which we played on the night before. We had so much fun, especially Sobri haha. If you followed my Instagram (Ig: @dyllarezan), you'd probably know why. I couldn't remember the last time I played bunga api and firecrackers because usually during Raya, only the kids will play, while the 'bigger' cousins including me will help to fill in the kuih Raya and nenek's angpau, and have a chit-chat with aunties and uncles. </div>
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Oh my god. I really missed my blog so much. How is everyone doing? I know, life changed A LOT for the past 2 months, right? Things happened drastically in a very short time, and you feel like you're stuck at a moment where you don't really go forward, but you know time is moving so fast. Suddenly we are on the 16th of May? Really? Where were March and April again? </div>
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I totally understand that feeling. Really. </div>
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But for those who are separated from family at this time of crisis, it can be a major difficult time. I haven't met my parents for almost three months, and I just met my mother-in-law and father-in-law once since I got married. </div>
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Ehem, did I say I got married? </div>
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Yes, I did! <i><b>*Showing the ring on my index finger*</b></i> hehe</div>
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Oh yes, I haven't met my family for so long, but to say that I understand those who are separated as well will be unfair. I am currently staying with my husband, my sister-in-law, and my niece. Some of my friends are staying alone without any of their close ones, far away from family. I pray that Allah will provide them strength throughout this hard time. Amin. </div>
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Though I might look okay, there were days that I had a breakdown.<br />
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Movement control disorder (MCO) was implemented on the 18th of March 2020 as one of the preventive measures as a response to the COVID-19 pandemic. Schools and shops were closed. Factories stopped operating. Most started working from home. Some even lost their jobs.<br />
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Sometimes I'm kinda upset with the MCO, but there's no one to be blamed and I know that it is necessary to do this. So I've decided that every time I get upset with MCO, I'd try my best to remind myself of the good things that are happening.<br />
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Here are my top three reasons why I would like to thank the Movement Control Order (MCO).<br />
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My husband is such a hardworking person. He works 8 to 5 daily and some days he would have locum (temporarily replaces someone) at a private clinic. A few days before MCO started, we only met each other at night, but ever since he has to work from home (WFH), I wish he'd just continue staying at home with me even after MCO. <b><i>Ye, memang both tak payah kerja cari duit pun kan, Ardilla</i>.</b> Anyway, it is definitely a blessing in disguise.<br />
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My husband and I are currently staying at my sister-in-law's place for the time being, together with our niece. My SIL is a lecturer so she has to WFH as well. If not because of MCO, we won't really have the opportunity to bond this way. I had so much fun spending time with them and to be honest it made the missing-home-but-cant-go-back feeling more bearable. </div>
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If you know me well, I was not really into cooking previously. I wasn't confident with myself and most of the time if I craved something, Ibu would cook for me, or I would just buy it. If there was no MCO, I would probably just go out and have a takeaway. Due to MCO, I spent more time at home more than I intended to do, but Alhamdulillah my husband has been a great blessing for me. I started to love cooking when my husband helped me. It was so fun to cook together! Usually, I would prepare the ingredients and my husband would settle the protein part (which I dislike the most). I'd tried cooking many dishes and if you follow my Instagram account (@dyllarezan), you'd probably notice it hehe. Anyway, I'm still in the learning phase and there's a lot to be learnt! </div>
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There's a whole long list of why I wanna thank MCO, but these are my top three. Remind yourself on that when things get rough. Stay safe, stay home, and do take care. This too shall pass and we shall unite with our loved ones soon, InshaaAllah. </div>
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<i><b>Don't lose hope. Let's not despair. Allah is the Best Planner after all. </b></i></div>
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P/s: What are the top three of the good things you get from this MCO? </div>
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I've been delaying to publish this post but god knows how much I'd tried to start typing. It seems that words don't come easily to me nowadays. Blame my lazy bum. I should have read more books. Anyway if you read my blog post entitle <b><a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2019/09/finally-doctor.html">"FINALLY, A DOCTOR"</a></b>, you'd probably know that I passed my final pro exam! Alhamdulillah! Finally after 5 years guys. 5 years, not included the 1.5 years of A-Level. It was such a long journey. I know it's just the beginning, but hey let me take a break for a while before housemanship starts hehe. I promise when I have kids in the future, I won't ask them to become a doctor (I will only guide and inspire them to become one hehe jk). </div>
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Our graduation day was on the first week of November. It was 2 months after our result day. Luckily Malaysian Medical Council (MMC) allows us to use our transcript that we got during the result day for registration instead of MBBS certificate. If not, we would have another extra 2-month of waiting period for housemanship. The waiting period doesn't really get shorter as we thought it would be and I don't plan to postpone it even further either. </div>
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We had our convocation in IMU Bukit Jalil campus. I went there one day earlier and stayed at my cousin's house, which was about 30 min away from campus. I woke up super early in the morning, took a bath, bring all clothes and important things and drove straight to campus. I had to reach early as I already asked my friend to help me by hiring her to do my make-up. Her work is amazing. You can check her work and book here; <b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/njhhbhr/">Instagram: @njhhbhr</a></b> I reached campus before 7am and my friend was already there. </div>
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It started very early in the morning. Thank you to my family who came all the way from Melaka in the morning and Sobri. So, so glad my beloved ones were there to celebrate this special day with me :) </div>
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At the end of the convocation, there was a performance from a group of singers who sang 'You Raise Me Up' and I swear my eyers were watery, thinking about my parents. They were one of the reasons why I managed to be there on that day. </div>
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I never got hit by any vehicles in other countries before, so here's to the first time encountering it. </div>
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If any of you guys follow my <a href="https://www.instagram.com/dyllarezan/">Instagram: @dyllarezan</a>, you probably noticed that I just came back from Hanoi, Vietnam. One of the things in my to-do-list while waiting for housemanship is to update my travel experience for these past few years. I should continue with my India trip first, then continue with China, Taiwan, Bandung, Brunei, and a few local trips. Anyway, allow me to skip all those and publish posts about my most recent trip to Hanoi first hehe. </div>
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Traffic in Hanoi was more or less like India and Indonesia. I was not surprised by the honks anymore, not like the first day when I was in India (<a href="http://dyllarezan.blogspot.com/2016/12/india-trip-day-1-part-1-airport-honk.html">click this link to read it; India Trip Day 1 Part 1 -Airport and Honk</a>) hehe. One thing for sure, just like India, you had to be super brave to cross the road. Like, super super brave, or else you will never get to the opposite. Forever. Haha that's kinda exaggerated, but it was scary, especially during peak hour. </div>
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Everyone knows Melaka has a lot of traffic lights. So as Vietnam. But, one thing in Vietnam is it would be very bizarre if a Vietnamese follows the traffic light all the time. I remember looking at a t-shirt showing a picture of a traffic light as below; </div>
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Anyway, on Day 3, since we just reached Hanoi from Sapa very early in the morning, we decided to just stroll around Hanoi on that day. We walked a few kilometers from our hostel, stopped by at a coffee shop, then to a lake, etc. I already planned on places we should go, and at 7pm we were supposed to go to Hanoi Train Street to see the train passes through that street. It was almost 7pm and the train street was quite far from our stop, so Sobri booked a Grabcar. The traffic was already hectic, and Grabcar or taxi would simply stop anywhere by the roadside. Vietnamese people are so pro that even though they rarely use brakes and obey the traffic lights, there was no accident happens. </div>
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For me, I was quite confused with the roads and lanes. Sometimes due to cars stopping by the roadside, they drove on the opposite lane instead and it made me thought that it was one way. Our Grabcar to Hanoi Train Street already reached and the driver stopped his car by the roadside, blocking other vehicles from the same direction, and we had to cross the road. The road was super, super busy that time. It was a main road and at a peak hour. There were 2 lanes, but cars from my right side going on both lanes and somehow I forgot it was not a one-way road. I already looked on my left side and there was no car or bike coming, and when I looked on my right side, I noticed the car towards us was stopping, so I thought maybe the car was giving us way to cross the road. I forgot it was a 2-way road, and clever me just crossed the road, heading towards the Grabcar. </div>
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Something hit me from the left side and my sister screamed while pulling me at the same time. It happened in a split second. I was still standing upright, but stunned. I looked at the bike rider. He was holding a phone. My sister told me that he was playing with his phone when his bike hit me. </div>
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Surprisingly, he only gave me a glance and left us, without even saying 'Sorry'. I tried my best to be 'husnudzon' (think positive) at that time. Maybe he was in a rush for something really important. Maybe. I crossed the road with Ica and Haniza and entered the Grabcar quickly. There was mild pain on the left side of my pelvis. Dah sudah. But alhamdulillah the pain slowly relieved and there was no bruise or swelling. </div>
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Have you heard about KonMari method? It's a method of organising things from clothes, to books, kitchen utensils and tools, miscellaneous, etc. The most important thing is to keep things that spark joy only. The KonMari was founded by Marie Kondo. I'm a <b>HUGE</b> fan of Tidying Up with Marie Kondo series.<br />
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If you know me well, you'd know how much I love organising and tidying stuff. Nah-uh, not OCD, because I do all these willingly, and in fact, actually I'd feel a bit stressful if my things are not organised. Organising makes life easier, trust me. You organise your things, you know where you put them, you place them back after using it and you'll never have to search for them since you already know where they are. And a plus point is, your room will always look neat! </div>
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But, I've never really had a chance to tidy up my things when I was in medical school. I was rarely at home and things just piled up more and more especially after every transition phase in medical school; Bukit Jalil to Seremban and Seremban to Kluang. Besides, my younger sister and brother put their things in this room as well, so just imagine how unorganised, untidy, and really semak the room was.<br />
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We even called this room 'Bilik Aib' or in English is The Disgrace Room haha.<br />
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At times when we did not know where to put our stuff, we'd dump them in this room with the hope that one day we'll clean it up and tidy it clean. That 'one day' finally came after 5 years haha. Since I finished medical school, ibu reminded me almost every day to clean up this room, but I never really had time as I had to settle up some important errands. Then one day, my sister and I decided that we can't let this happen anymore, so we spent the whole day cleaning up this room. And guess what. We managed to clean up everything in a day, and it made me wonder, why all this while I'd been postponing it haha. </div>
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Here's the result!<br />
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Tidying up this room made me realised that most of the things in that room are mine haha. I don't know why do I have so many things.<br />
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I did it guys! Hehe.<br />
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Anyway, how do you usually tidy up your room?<br />
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Have you ever thought of quitting something when you were almost at the end?</div>
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Have you ever felt like giving up and wanted to run away, but you just can't?</div>
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Have you ever felt like giving up, but you know you'd regret it?</div>
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This event of my life deserves a post here. IMU has so many professional examinations that make me lost count. What I knew, on the 6th of August (Tuesday), I had my final professional examination, the last exam as a medical student in IMU. IMU has a different system from other universities. I had OBA, EMQ and 16-OSCE stations in Semester 9, and I thought that was already the toughest exam.<br />
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The exam in our final semester (semester 10) consisted of a long case and viva on our 10 portfolios. It was easier than semester 9, but definitely not as easy as "Don't worry, you don't have to study also can pass." But what I can say, Semester 10 is one of the best semesters that I'd ever had as a medical student in IMU.<br />
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The whole batch was divided into 2 big groups; about 2/3 in Batu Pahat, and another 1/3 in Kluang. I was posted in Kluang. 5 months spent there and I had no regret. I really, really enjoyed my time in Kluang. The lecturers were helpful and inspiring, and my groupmates (especially Wen Yee, Law, Kirthirna and Marsaid) were the best. They were hardworking, and fun at the same time. I remember I'd been in a situation where I was so scared and shy to share anything or answer questions, but with them, I felt free to share thoughts, answer questions and performed examinations whenever I was asked by the doctors, sometimes voluntarily. They made me felt confident and never a second they underestimated me. Some people say a good environment will help you to grow, and I second that. </div>
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Long story cut short, 5 months had gone and there were 2 weeks left before the exam. We already submitted our portfolios and I was really glad I managed to complete it. I like all the cases that I had chosen and written. I remember that day when I handed in the portfolio, I was like, <b><i>"Okay, now it's just the exam left."</i></b> Lol I wished it would be as easy as how I said it haha.<br />
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I started to feel a bit stressful. Palpitations came on and off. I had a few breakdowns. The hardest part was not only the breakdowns, but also how to make no one noticed. There was once I cried before going for on-call, then I told myself to stay strong, drove to the hospital and talked to patients like nothing happened. It was NOT easy. That was why most of the study week break I spent at home. I felt less stressful at home. Alhamdulillah, food was always available (yes hungry can make me feel sad also). By the time I went back to Kluang a few days before the exam, I felt more energetic and motivated. But, I still had breakdowns. Why so many breakdowns? Haha I have no idea.<br />
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Alhamdulillah, I have supportive family and friends. Ibu, ayah and my sister, Ica were always there willing to call me anytime whenever I needed someone to talk to. They always reminded me; <b>"Allah tak kejam kat hamba dia yang dah berusaha. Awak dah usaha. Buat yang terbaik, then doa and tawakkal."</b> My brother, Aiman sent funny gifs and cartoons in Whatsapp. Tiara willingly became a shoulder for me to cry on. She made me felt motivated and increased my confidence. Sara was always there as well. Although she was busy preparing for her marriage, she would never ignore my call and text. S slept late to listen to me ranting even though he loves sleeping and pantang if someone disturbs his sleeping time haha yes he still does (but he did more than that actually, thank you S!). Ummi kept telling me to pass this exam so we can jalan together haha. Anis gave me a lot of study and exam tips. She always sent me a long texts, answering my short question, making sure that I really understood it. From time to time, Sarah would check on me, how were my preparation and stuff. Sanaa, Nadia, Nawal, Kak Ummi and Farhah were soooo helpful. I stayed with them a few days before exam. We revised together, laughed together, made fun together, ate together.<br />
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There were a lot other people who involved, which I could have never done without them. I am really really really thankful to have them in my life. I would never trade these people with anything else in this world. They are so selfless, so kind. They inspired me in ways that I don't think they've ever realised. Thank you!<br />
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The doctors from ME214!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Dato' Kanda</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Prof Nazimah and Datuk Soo </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Prof James </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Dato' Siva</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My groupmates! Not in the photo: Jennifer, Luo Bin, Marsaid</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Aunty Magis </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Sister Siti </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Kak Zai</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-4663146573854181512019-06-01T19:09:00.002+08:002020-05-27T17:04:43.960+08:00Getting Out of Comfort Zone <div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">
Easier said than done. </div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Assalamualaikum and hi guys! </div>
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I loveeee challenges and adventures and I love to challenge myself. The phrase 'easier said than done' is definitely true, but I will always try to prove it wrong, although sometimes I fail. A few weeks ago, I saw someone retweeted a tweet about Baju Raya Project JB and the team was finding 150 volunteers. I instantly sent an email to the person-in-charge, telling her about my intention to volunteer. I did ask a few of my friends if they wanna join, but they had some errands on that day. This is my first time going out of my comfort zone. Usually, in any events that I participate or volunteer, there would be someone I know, but this time I knew no one.<br />
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The place was not that far from Kluang to JB, but if I wanna reach on the same day before 8.30am, I would have to leave my Kluang house probably around 6 something. I rather go there one day earlier, and luckily my friend, Nani was so kind (you're always kind, Nani hehe), she offered me staying at her house for a night. Well, actually I was the one buat muka tak malu tanya whether I could stay overnight, and she and her kind friends immediately said okay, which I felt so so so grateful for hehe.<br />
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Baju Raya Project is an annual event done in the month of Ramadan, where nice clothes are collected, 'filtered' and sorted into a few categories and sizes before they are sent to orphanages, old folk homes, poor families, etc as a donation. I think this is a brilliant idea. You know, when you have unused nice clothes, probably you've only worn them once, but you don't know any place where you can donate them, Baju Raya Project is the perfect place where you can send to.<br />
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Early in that morning, I was in a HUGE dilemma; contemplating whether I should go or not. Unwanted thoughts appeared in my mind as I was getting ready; What if I couldn't make any friends? What if it is so awkward? What if I don't know where to go? Maybe better if I don't go at all?<br />
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I literally almost gave up and texted one of the committee members to tell them I was not able to go due to some circumstances, but before I did, I asked myself, <b><i>"If not now, then when?"</i></b><br />
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I gathered back my courage, left Nani's place and drove to Masjid Al Jawahir, Johor Bahru. It was only about 10min away. By the time I reached the mosque, I almost made a U-turn. But the determination in me was definitely stronger than I thought so I parked my car and went into the mosque. I was assigned to be as a 'runner' where I had to pass the clothes from the 'quality control' team, which consisted of a few people, to the sizing-sort person. I sat down and began my work. I guess the tegur-je-sesiapa characteristic runs in the family and the moment I sat down, I instantaneously chatted with everyone around me hehe. I used to be someone who was okay to not talk to anyone, but nowadays I'm more to someone who prefers talking haha. I made some new friends! I was really grateful to follow my instinct and stayed. If not, I'd still be in my comfort zone.<br />
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Did I succeed then? The answer is a big YES.<br />
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Spot me! Oh you can never spot me cs I was standing somewhere at the back, gave up untuk berhimpit and jengket kaki haha<br />
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Do you have anything that you really wanna do, but you've never done?<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-77247225618871025002019-05-18T09:00:00.000+08:002019-05-18T12:50:53.867+08:00Write. Save. Repeat. <div style="text-align: justify;">
I'd been writing and saving posts in draft, but yet, did not publish them. Blame my laziness to continue typing and end up writing them halfway. Anyway, I have a new resolution. </div>
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I'm thinking of starting writing like on weekly basis, at least. Since this is my final semester in medical school (InshaaAllah!) and although I don't fancy roller coaster rise, but these few months will definitely be a thrilled ride for sure and publishing the stories here might be a good idea since I don't have a diary. </div>
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A quick summary of my current life. </div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">For semester 10 aka the final semester, I am posted in Hospital Enche' Besar Hajjah Khalsom, Kluang. This semester we are supposed to 'shadow' housemen, which sometimes I think we really ARE shadows, like what Dato' Siva told us haha. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">I started with Internal Medicine posting. It was amazing. Never thought I could love Internal Medicine as much as I did here. Well, although I have to admit that I'm still not that good in reading ECGs, but I definitely know more than before hehe, but that's not enough and I really need to brush it up! </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Next, I was in Obstetrics and Gynaecology posting. It has always been one of my favourite postings and I somehow can imagine myself delivering babies and scrubbing in as a surgeon to perform hysterectomy. The doctors and nurses were super helpful! I was given a chance to even conduct the delivery on my own! Which I refused and asked to assist instead haha. I managed to assist in a few number of deliveries. And I did manage to observe few surgeries inc ELLSCS, EMLSCS, cystectomy of endometrioma, TAHBSO, female sterilisation, etc. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Currently, I'm in Surgery and Orthopaedics postings. Yes, they are combined in this 5-week duration. It's a bit hectic since we have to do 2 portfolios (for Viva), but so far so good. I always enjoy both of these postings, even back then when I was in Hospital Tuanku Jaafar, Seremban. Other than O&G, these are my favourite postings! I know right, it seems like I like most of the postings haha. It will be difficult to choose a field to specialise in, although for now in a long run I wanna become a surgeon, whether general surgeon, Obs and Gynae or Orthopaedics, I haven't made up my mind, but of course, I have to pass the very final exam first! Wish me luck hehe. </li>
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Ahh, finally a complete post I can publish. I can't promise, but I will try my best to publish posts as frequent as possible. My Kluang house does not have wifi fyi, and my mobile internet rarely becomes 4G. Yes, most of the time it is E hm so slow like siput, even siput is faster..</div>
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Till here first. Bye! </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-69596106215170273832019-01-14T08:18:00.002+08:002020-05-27T17:33:17.350+08:00A Year Older, But Am I A Year Wiser? <div style="text-align: center;">
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You know how people always say a year old, a year wiser. </div>
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I had never said it before until I posted a photo on my Instagram a few days ago.</div>
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I always write things ONLY if I really mean it.</div>
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And I had a long pause before typing that sentence, thinking ... </div>
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... am I really a year older, and ALSO a year wiser? </div>
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Not one year, or two years, but for many years, I doubted myself. I knew that I learned a lot as time passed because Allah blesses our lives so beautiful from A to Z that not a single day would pass with nothing to learn from. But, that was not the issue. I wondered, did all those life events make me a wiser person? Am I a better person than who I was before? </div>
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I am not aware if my personality changes, but one thing for sure, my way of thinking does change somehow. I remember being someone who cared a lot about everything, including things that were out of my control ie. how people treat me. I treated people the nicest way possible, and expected people to treat me the way I did. And when they did not, my heart crushed.<br />
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I learned that I should always treat others nicely, give people a smile, make things easy for someone, but never, ever, ever expect anything in return.<br />
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When it comes to my family, they are always number one in my heart. There was this one semester I was so kiasu. So kiasu that even though I went back home, but my heart was never home. I felt restless because I could not study at home like there was no one at home understood that I needed to study. But actually, home brings me long-term peace and joy. Ever since I understood that home is not exactly a place, it's more like a feeling of having people you love close to you, I cherish time with my beloved ones more than before. My family and my close friends are my home. They are my support system. Without them, I might not be able to be where I am now. Instead of thinking I can't study at home, I make it as the best place for me to study.<br />
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I am a year older now, which means my parents are a year older as well. I wanna be a really good daughter to them. Nothing I do would equal to things they did for me, but at least I want them to be able to say, <b><i>"Alhamdulillah. I'm really proud of my children."</i></b><br />
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These are just some examples. I hope that I would get wiser and wiser as getting older and older. InshaaAllah.<br />
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P/s: Excuse my excited-could-not-wait-to-eat face haha. Ibu said I looked different and my ecstatic face was enough to tell I was so eager to eat haha.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-75229727381278681172018-12-29T01:55:00.001+08:002020-05-27T17:39:30.003+08:00I Have Something To Admit <div style="text-align: justify;">
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Blogspot is probably not a trend anymore because most people already 'migrate' to vlog, I guess? But, that's not the main issue. I have something to admit. </div>
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I just diagnosed myself having <b>Social Media Use Disorder. </b></div>
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Final exam pro part 1 is less than a month away, and I was reading about Alcohol Use Disorder. While trying to digest word by word, I purposely tried to change the word from alcohol to social media, and guess what, I fit the criteria! Haha there's no such thing as social media use disorder anyway guys, but I do feel that I really need to cut down my time spending on social media. </div>
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As a first step, I would try to distance myself from social media accounts and hibernate. I noticed I had spent a lot of time on social media that I ended up reading fewer books nowadays. Not only medical books but non-medical ones as well, which makes me feel bad because I used to read at least a book every fortnight even on a really tight schedule as a medical student. And I think my English is so rusty, it needs a good brush-up. I don't know how far can this go because I'd tried before but I failed, so let's see how long will this last. And perhaps, this might be a life-changing step from social media to more books and more posts on blog? But I can't promise on the latter one though hehe. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-52718062812243091132018-10-06T09:53:00.001+08:002020-05-28T01:23:35.801+08:00Failure<div style="text-align: justify;">
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The thoughts of being a failure haunt me day and night, telling me I'm not good enough. Like I'd said a few times, Medic is never easy for me. When I fail to achieve something, my heart shatters. I feel discouraged and down, at the same time start to doubt myself.</div>
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And knowing that I have less than one year to graduate somehow increases my anxiety. </div>
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But, every time I have this feeling, I would remind myself. </div>
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Failure without effort is either a real failure or a reminder. Failure after putting a lot of effort and hard work is a chance to improve and a gap to fill, in other words, to make you better in that particular area. In life, there are ups and downs, and I believe, one time you fail does not mean you will fail forever. And failure is not always a bad thing. We stumble and fall, then stand back up, keep moving on and realise how strong we are and can be.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-61502483129569194232018-10-02T23:47:00.000+08:002018-10-06T10:29:55.486+08:00Final Chapter <div style="text-align: justify;">
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Currently, I'm in week 6 of Surgery & Anaesthesia postings. Surgery is always one of my favourite postings and surprisingly, I kinda like Anaes as well, especially during the simulation of clinical management sessions, where we had to manage the patient in an emergency situation. I might become an emergency specialist one day, who knows? Hehe.</div>
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Nah-uh. It’s not really the final chapter of the final book. It’s the final chapter of the first book entitled ‘Life As A Medical Student’. Somehow, time flies so fast. I tend to say ‘fifth year’ rather than ‘final year’, although both bring the same meaning. I’m so eager to finish med school and start working, but I can’t help asking myself, <i><b>“Am I competent enough?”</b></i> Honestly saying, I don’t even remember all the dosage for medications. Yet. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-85278726827341936272018-06-12T12:03:00.001+08:002020-05-28T01:26:10.678+08:00After 12 Years, He still Remembers Me <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My ayah owns a cylinder gas company. If you were at the same primary school with me, you'd probably remember some naughty students calling me "Anak gas"(???) haha. </div>
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I studied in Sekolah Kebangsaan Bukit Beruang, Melaka. Yes, there's a hill just behind my school, which where the 'Bukit Beruang' (Bear Hill) name came from, although no one ever saw a bear, and good to know that no one did. This school has a special place in my heart. This was where I started to love Mathematics and got involved in Maths Olympiad, and all sorts of Mathematics Competitions. A big thanks to Cikgu Norliza for guiding me in Maths Olympiad from the district level, to state, to national and lastly, to the international level in Hong Kong, which unfortunately I had to reject due to some reasons. If anyone knows where Cikgu Norliza now, please do let me know. I really wanna meet and thank her. </div>
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It was also a place where I met my true blue childhood best friend, Ummi, and had a great fight for one month and ended up being best friends until now and would laugh every time we remember that silly incident haha. It was a place where I was trained to become a leader when I was appointed to become the first female head prefect (dulu lah ada ciri kepimpinan sikit, now more to kemalasan haha kidding), by our prefect supervisor, Cikgu Siti Hawa and discpline teacher, Cikgu Rohaidee.</div>
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Cikgu Siti Hawa is so motherly that she was like our mother in the school. It reminds me of a silly story haha. I'll tell you, but don't laugh haha. It was so so so silly. I remember there was one time, me and my friends created a 'spy team'. I bet we all just watched Spy Kids movie that time. There was no whatsapp, no phone, so we discussed by having a meeting, like a real meeting face to face. When we had a suspect, we would try to find proof. It was so silly. Just because we thought this one kid was a bit suspicious and acting weird, we spied on him(?), thinking he hid something somewhere. So much drama. We would tell Cikgu Siti Hawa after we thought our proofs were strong enough. Cikgu Siti Hawa was so kind that she played along and just layan our drama haha terima kasih cikgu! </div>
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Cikgu Rohaidee who was also my Science teacher taught me to the point where I started to fall in love in Science. Oh god, I sound so nerd, do I? Haha. Anyway, talking about Cikgu Rohaidee reminds me of another story. I went for Kolej Yayasan Saad entrance exam and I managed to secure a place for the next level. Unfortunately, the second round held on the same day my school organised a school trip for us, the UPSR leavers, to Genting Highland. It was a golden chance opportunity. My parents gave me their permission, but at the same time, they told me that I would miss the only chance to enter KYS. Since 12, I started to do things following my heart. Alhamdulillah, I'm really grateful having great supportive parents who always tell me the pros and cons of something, instead of directly say 'No'. During the day when UPSR result was released, my father asked Cikgu Rohaidee on his opinion whether I should go for the second-level interview or Genting Highland. And guess what he said? </div>
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I went to Genting, had a great time with my friends and Alhamdulillah I did managed to secure a place in a boarding school, Sekolah Seri Puteri, Cyberjaya. </div>
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That was the last time I saw Cikgu Rohaidee and all my other teachers. </div>
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I was playing with my phone when I heard their conversation. But I didn't dare to interrupt, plus I wasn't wearing tudung at that time. I thought he was one of my primary schoolmates, because most of them know my father owns a cylinder gas company. What ibu told me next really surprised me. It was my primary school teacher, Cikgu Rohaidee! I was really touched that he still remembers my name! </div>
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P/s: A big thank to all my primary school teachers. Although I didn't mention all names, but just to let you know that all of you have a special place in my heart for being a part of my life journey. Terima kasih cikgu! Hehe. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-5556015075553385432018-06-02T09:11:00.001+08:002020-05-28T01:27:38.146+08:00Selective Posting - First Day, First CPR, First Death<div style="text-align: justify;">
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For those who follow me on my Instagram, you might be aware that currently, I'm having my selective posting in Accident & Emergency (A&E) department at Melaka General Hospital. Today marks the end of the third week, and so far, day by day, I love being in A&E even more.<br />
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I still remember the first day when I stepped into the red zone a.k.a 'resus'. I was here before in 2014, as a patient's relative. I wasn't a part of the team. I wasn't even a medical student yet. I knew nothing about medical jargons, nor that I fully understood medical explanations in layman's terms. I questioned the doctors, nurses, MAs, guards for not allowing us, the family members to enter, observing my late grandfather at his last breath. Little did I know that time, our presence might cause difficulty and trouble for them to handle other critically ill patients. But, what I know, from that moment, my contemplation of pursuing either Medical Science in the UK or Medicine in Malaysia disappeared, and here where I am now, after 4 years, as a medical student.<br />
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On the first day of my selective posting, I did my first CPR. A 20ish gentleman was unconscious out of blue and they already started resuscitating in the ambulance when they were on their way bringing him here. It was a chaos. The team lead by an MO did everything they could to save the patient. As it was my first day, the most I could help was doing CPR. I took turns with my colleagues, one after another. 1 hour passed, and the time of death was declared. It was the first death I saw in Melaka Hospital and it broke my heart when I saw the family members. I was afraid I might tear up, so I left resus and went to the yellow zone to take a deep breath in and make myself forget on how I felt the moment they declared my grandfather passed away. It was not easy. It had never been easy. But I have to.<br />
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Yesterday was Sobri's 24th birthday and after so many years of LDR and facetime wishes, I wanted to make this year a different one for him ceh konon. He's working in JB and for the current posting, he has to work even on the weekends. I planned to make a surprise, and was it a success? Or a failure? Jeng jeng jeng. </div>
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On the 10th of April, I contacted one of his friends who works and stays in JB, Ily. She's one of his group of friends who he often hangs out together. I consider myself and Ily as acquaintances as we follow each other on Instagram, know each other presence, but never met in person. Ily was willing to help me, and another great thing was another friend of Sobri, Feeda agreed to join as well weee the more the merrier. </div>
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I already booked a bus ticket to and fro Melaka-JB one day earlier, so that everything would run smoothly. In the morning, I quickly went to buy presents for Sobri. It was kinda last minute, but luckily I managed to. Then around 12.30, my mother sent me to Melaka Sentral, I boarded the bus and the bus left sharp at 1pm. ETA showed 2 and half hours, but little did I know that it takes 1 hour longer by bus as the bus did stop for about 30mins if I'm not mistaken and the road was a bit jammed. I reached Larkin Sentral at 4.30pm. </div>
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Ily fetched me from Larkin Sentral and we went to a nearby Secret Recipe to buy a cake. There was not much choice left for me to choose from. I saw my favourite White Chocolate Macadamia, so I told the lady at the counter. At the same time, a pakcik told another lady that he wanted that cake. It was the last White Choc Macadamia cake left in the fridge. Of course, I was not going to fight with the uncle for the cake, so I decided to choose a different one. Moral of the story here: Secret Recipe should provide more cakes haha kidding. </div>
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We left Secret Recipe and Ily drove straight to The Cave Cafe. A funny thing happened. Ily parked near the back door of the restaurant. We entered the door, which at first lead us to the toilet before reaching the main area. We were finding a suitable place to sit, and for me to hide before we realised that we entered the wrong restaurant haha. Imagine if we waited for Sobri there, and Sobri waited for us next door haha. </div>
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The Cave has a rocky entrance, which will make you feel like entering a cave. There are outdoor and indoor areas, and we chose the indoor one hm cs how can you sit in outdoor if you're in a cave, right? Make sense? Hehe. Ily already told Sobri that a few of them wanted to celebrate his birthday and asked him to come to The Cave. A table of 4 was chosen and I went to find a strategic place to hide. I called Sobri and asked where was he going. I made sure we called until he reached that place. I was brilliant, I know. I wish I am this brilliant in Medicine haha. Sobri being Sobri. He didn't ask much when he noticed there were only 4 chairs, making things easier for me haha. Ily and Feeda were so good at helping me by making it looked less obvious. A waiter helped me to prepare the candles on the cake and I brought in the cake. Sobri sat facing the wall, so he did not notice me from behind. </div>
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A big thanks to Ily and Feeda for making it a success! And I have new friends weeeeee. </div>
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Sobri sent me to Larkin Sentral that night as my bus would depart at 9pm. I asked him whether he was surprised or not and he told me that he was really surprised and never thought anyone would make a surprise birthday celebration for him. He also mentioned that at first he did not recognise me and he thought 'awek mana entah' (amboi) because I look thinner(?) Was it because I really look thinner compared to before, which I don't think losing 2kg can make me suddenly look very thin or was he just being sarcastic? Haha cis. It was a long day, but I'm really glad it went well :) </div>
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An elderly lady came to the gynaecology clinic for a regular follow-up due to pelvic organ prolapse. She already underwent a surgery to repair, but the same problem happened once again and what made it worsened this time was the problem started to interfere with her urination and causing her to have difficulty in passing urine. I was attached to a medical officer (MO), and the patient told the doctor that she felt really uncomfortable, not only when she wanted to pass urine, but also when she stood for a long time. Gravity made it easy to find a way out.<br />
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The first thing her husband asked, <i><b>"Will this surgery help her with her urinary problem?" </b></i><br />
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I was quite surprised as the doctor didn't mention about his wife urinary problem at first. I was expecting him to ask more about the surgery instead. His concerned face couldn't be hidden. He looked really worried. His concern towards his wife was as if he was the one who would have to undergo the surgery. He knew everything about his wife from the next appointment in a different hospital to medications his wife was on. He also read about his wife condition, so that he would really understand the issue and he tried to find the best solution for his wife. Hashtag relationship goals they say. Deep in my heart, I wish I will meet someone who will really love me, care about me and want to grow old together with me, just like how this couple treats each other. They also remind me of my grandparents. <b>"Unto death we apart,"</b> my late grandfather promised to my grandmother.<br />
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I also really adore on how the MO tackled this issue and answered enquiries from both of them. She made sure that both of them know the risks of the surgery and she provided them with useful information if they choose to do or not to do the surgery. I enjoyed time spent, attached myself to this doctor. At first, to be honest, I thought she was not a student-friendly doctor, especially when she told us to go to other rooms instead of everyone be in the same room. But, actually, she just wanted to make sure that the room is not too crowded. I tried to approach her again alone and she allowed me to attach to her. Since then, she gave me chances to get involved with the discussion of the cases. One week in the clinic was not enough, and I wish I get more time to be there.<br />
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If you read my <a href="https://dyllarezan.blogspot.my/2017/12/post-tof-am-i-not-stranger.html">previous post</a>, you might still remember that I wanted to tell you guys about this story.</div>
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"Hati tisu" (hati = liver, tisu = tissue) is a term used for those who cry easily. Don't ask me why liver, and not heart. Here in Malaysia, we use to call heart as 'hati', which means liver actually. Although I don't think there's anyone from overseas reads my blog, I explained it just in case there is hehe. Indirectly "hati tisu" means you have a really soft heart. I don't consider myself to have "hati tisu" (flip hijab, I'm in denial haha), but my eyes can be so watery because of small simple gestures or unremarkable events, that touch my heart. And ...</div>
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I still can remember, there was one time I was in the medical ward. I met a lady who was admitted due to shortness of breath. Only shortness of breath. Upon physical examination, they noticed there was a swelling near her breast. All investigations were done, and they told her she had breast cancer and the cancer cells already metastasised to her lungs and that was why she had shortness of breath. It was stage 4. After all the doctors left, we had a conversation. She told me about her family, etc. She cried. Remember I said I can't see someone cries? I cried too. My eyes became watery. Instead of me offering her a tissue, the patient herself offered me a tissue haha. She even told me, <b>"Takpe, makcik okay je." </b>(It's okay. I'm fine). I was sooooo embarassed. Come on tears, can't you guys wait until we leave her bed? </div>
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What do you think if you tell your problems to your doctor, and you cry, then the doctor him/herself cries as well? You would probably say, <b>"This is so weird. Now, I'm the one who has to comfort this doctor. Ugh."</b> haha. So, I'm training myself not to easily cry/have watery eyes, especially when listening to someone else's concerns and difficulties. </div>
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Back to Twins of Faith (TOF) story, my friend, Balqis left a bit early as she had things to settle so there was a vacant seat beside me. A talk by a Sheikh Alaa Alsayed on "After Honeymoon" was about to start when suddenly a lady came and sat beside me. I didn't get the chance to greet her salam and introduce myself as the sheikh had started talking. So, we both kept quiet and listen attentively to the talk. Sheikh Alaa basically told us about how marriage will be like, how you should treat your wife/husband, what's your right as a wife/husband, etc. Being one of the unmarried people in the hall, I could not relate much to my current life, but I jotted down important notes. Well, it will be useful when I get married one day, InshaaAllah. Haha.<br />
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Then at this one point, suddenly Sheikh Alaa asked us to stand and give a big hug to the person sitting next to us, and tell that person that s/he's gonna be a great wife/husband. Lady hugs lady, guy hugs guy, of course.<br />
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What should I do? Think fast, Ardilla. Think fast. Okay, if she hugged you, you hug her back, will you? While standing, I turned around facing her and to my surprise, I opened my arms without any cues from her, and she hugged me back. Wow, I never thought I would do that!<br />
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I noticed she teared up a bit. I would feel really bad if I pretended I didn't see that and just let her cry alone.<br />
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<b>"This shouldn't be so hard. Just be empathy,"</b> I told myself. I forgot the fact that I can't see someone cries.<br />
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I greeted her with salam and introduced myself, before asking whether she's okay or not. Obviously, she was not okay, so I didn't expect any answer to that question. My next question ...<br />
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And she told me everything. She missed her husband, and she had doubts, yada yada. She cried. She seemed could not stop crying. And guess what? While comforting her, I cried a bit too. I had to apologise for crying and I told her I just could not see someone cries. I wasn't in a position to give any pieces of advice for her marriage, and I could not say I understand, because how can you understand if you haven't married yet? But I just kept silent, listening to her stories and after a while, I asked how her kids doing and stuff. She thanked me, and apologised for crying out of the blue. Little did she know, I was the one who should thank her as she taught me that you can be a shoulder to cry on to anyone, as long as you learn to listen.<br />
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Don't get me wrong. I'm not claiming that I just brought happiness to someone. But, I had been in a situation where I felt sad and I felt much better after someone listened and comforted me. Happiness is subjective. You might not be able to give wealth. But you can give the most precious thing one has, which is time. And that might bring happiness to someone. May Allah eases everything for us. Amin.<br />
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P/s: Does anyone have any tips on how not to cry when someone cries to you? Let me know if you have, okay? Thanks! :)<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509786625771525600.post-68902562033779711672017-12-04T19:32:00.001+08:002020-05-28T01:32:18.587+08:00Post-TOF: Am I Not A Stranger? Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.<br />
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You know when you first meet a stranger and it's all so awkward in the beginning? You feel the gap and you don't know whether you should talk or just keep quiet because you wanna beat the silence and awkwardness, but you're afraid you might make s/he feels annoyed. That was what I thought a few days ago. I almost canceled my weekend plan because of the thought and I'm really grateful I did not. I have to admit that I'm not comfortable to be in a new place or situation alone. It all started when my Maklang (aunt) could not make it for the Twins Of Faith. </div>
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When Maklang offered me the ticket, I checked my academic calendar. Coincidencely, I would be having a 1-week holiday, so I straightly accepted it. Before Maklang sent me the ticket via email, she asked me once again whether I wanted to go or not. I'm not sure how much is the early bird price, but the latest price I saw in the website was RM227, so if I did not go, it would be better if Maklang could give to another person. So, I really thought about it carefully. I was contemplating although I really looked forward to it. I will be alone, traveling from Melaka. Where should I stay? How should I travel to Matrade early in the morning? Won't it be dangerous? </div>
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Long story cut short, 2 days with them and they treat me not like a stranger. At all. They treat me like a good friend. I can't say they only do it to a person they just meet because they treat each other so nicely that if you look closely, you'll adore and admire their friendship. None of them is selfish. 1 and a half-day were not that long, but they touched my heart with their kindness and acts, which they may not even realise. When you come alone to a new place and meet a new crowd, you expect yourself to feel like a stranger, but it turns out you ask yourself,</div>
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And I have to admit, they are so humble. So, so humble that I feel ashamed of myself. They made me realised that you don't have to say anything, telling others you're better or you're nice or you're good. Instead, your act will do it for you. Actions are louder than words, and now I really understand about it. </div>
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I'm really grateful and so touched that when I think about what happened, my heart will become so warm and tears will flood my eyes. The experience was so beautiful that even John Green or Mitch Albom could not describe it perfectly. I'm so grateful that I followed my heart, to participate in the conference although I was alone at first. I could never replace it with something better if this was what He decided the best for me. </div>
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He will make it easy for us, if it's a way to make us closer to Him. InshaaAllah. I did not only get the points that went straight to my heart from the TOF itself, which I hope they will stay there and help me to become a better person, with His guide, InshaaAllah. But, I also met new friends and experienced things that I never imagined I would get. I'm not sure whether you guys will read this post or not, but if you guys did come across this, I would like to thank you and I'm really blessed to meet you guys. Only Allah can repay all of you. </div>
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And of course, a big thank you to my Maklang. Because without her, I might not get this once in a lifetime experience. Why did I say it a 'once in a lifetime experience'? Because you will never get the same exact experience twice and you can never turn back time. So, every single thing that happens in our life is a once in a lifetime experience. </div>
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I believe that everything, be it good or bad, happens for a reason. Although we might not know what's the reason until the end of our lives, but bear in mind. He knows what we don't know.<br />
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<b>"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." Quran, Al-Baqarah [2:216]</b><br />
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