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Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Credits to Sham Jolimie (photo taken from here ) If you read my previous post , you might still remember that I wanted to tell you guys about this story. "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 ... I can't see someone else cries.  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.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Credits to Ronald Cooley (taken from this website ). 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.  She offered me a Twins of Faith (TOF) ticket for free. TOF is an annual Islamic conference, where they will call a few sheikh(s), ustadh(s) and imam(s) to deliver Islamic talks based on a theme, and this year it is about Qalb, which means heart.  True they say that if you were to do a good thing, Allah

This post was supposed to be posted on Friday, 17th of Nov 2017. These two words that become my title for today's blogpost are the words that made my day today. If you were in my group, you'd probably notice how much I loveeee Orthopaedics.  The last time I had this feeling was during Surgery posting. I'm not saying I don't like other postings. To be honest, I enjoy all postings, seriously! But, these 2 have a special place in my heart hehe. I don't mind going to the hospital 7.15am every day. I don't mind attending the not-compulsory CME on Thursdays. I don't mind making mistakes as long I as I make an effort to try. Creds to Anis for introducing Ortho in a really passionate way that made me fall in love with Ortho even before I started this posting 5 weeks ago. I introduced my name as 'Nurul' when Prof. A asked my name. In Arabic, it means light. I guess Nurul is much easier to remember and pronounce compare to Ardilla (Arabic: just /

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. As usual, I'm home for the weekend. I'm gonna go back to Seremban tomorrow by the way as I have classes on Monday and Tuesday next week, before I have a 5-day holiday due to Deepavali. I came home yesterday by bus, instead of driving as I still need my car on Monday and Tuesday and I was soooo lazy to drive back home. Class ended early yesterday. Sanaa sent me to Terminal 1 Bus Station around 4.50pm so I thought I still had the chance to grab 5pm-trip ticket. But it was sold out, so I needed to take the 6pm trip instead.  "1 hour to go. Where should I lepak?" I decided to spend time at Dunkin' Donuts. I bought 2 donuts and a cup of iced coffee. I shouldn't buy coffee as I'm on coffee-free diet to sort of 'detox' myself, but I did, so I just drank it anyway. 10 minutes before the bus departed, I left Dunkin' Donuts and immediately walked to Platform 35. Everyone was already in the bus

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. It's almost 12am, but I'm still wide awake. Exactly 7 weeks ago, before new semester started, I thought of prioritising blog writing, but looks like it is not that easy to accommodate it into my daily (hectic) 8 to 6 schedule. After this it won't be 8 to 6 anymore. Sometimes it will be 8 to 10 during Ortho posting. And I saw one of my friends still at A&E department at 11.50pm. Don't get me wrong. Not that I'm complaining. I'm actually looking forward and can't wait for it. I have a lot of things to share with you guys (let's just pretend there are people who read my blog, shall we? Haha). There are a lot of unpublished posts in my draft. Anyway, as the title suggests, I'm just going to blurt out whatever I wanna say in 10 minutes.  Psychiatry almost comes to end and I'll be having my end of posting tomorrow. I can't wait to get through it, but at the same time I'm super duper ne

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Meet Ummi Umairah binti Kahar I can't remember when was the last time I met this girl. She's my best friend since standard 1, although back in primary school, there were times that we were not friends and we created our own gang where we persuaded our classmates not to be friends with the other party haha. But still, she was among those who stay in my life the longest, congrats and thanks, you're the chosen one haha. The initial plan of our hang out yesterday was to go to Mahkota Parade, have a lunch at Boat Noodles and then watch Bad Genius at Lotus 5 Stars Cinema with Ica (sister) and Haniza (cousin) as well. Unfortunately, Haniza couldn't join, so Ica decided to let Ummi and I spend time together. Too lazy to drive until Mahkota Parade, plus we thought of trying the 'Malaysian boat noodles', we chose to go to Aeon instead because Aeon has a cinema too. The 'Malaysian boat noodles' or its real

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. I feel that my few previous posts are a bit hambar because there's no photo at all.  So I thought this time maybe I should at least include one. So taraaa! These are nenek's by the way as I'm currently at nenek's house. I know moms like to count Tupperware(s), even my ibu is not excluded among those moms of course. She is an amazing mom. She can do everything at one time, such a great multitasker. Hands down.  She knows where things are, and surprisingly even the missing ones.  Ibu, ibu nampak tak mana kita letak getah rambut kita. Ada dalam bilik air tu. Talking about missing items, of course ibu will know where her things go missing, especially her Tupperware(s). But, it looks like my ibu has developed a new habit, which is counting spoons and a new skill, finding spoons. Ibu allocates 10 spoons for the 5 of us, not including the ones that ibu hides in the cabinet. Shh, don't tell ibu that I kno

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.  I just sat for my end of semester assessment yesterday and it marked the end of Year 3 MBBS. I can't be more than grateful to be where I am now. Although it's still a long way to go, Alhamdulillah I still survive, though sometimes barely breathing. Some asked me to share my clinical phase journey so far. In IMU, because clinical skills are already incorporated since the first semester, the REAL clinical phase will only start after 2.5 years and semester 6 is the first semester in clinical school. Our clinical school which consists of Sem 6 to Sem 9 students is located in Seremban, in front of Hospital Tuanku Jaafar (Seremban General Hospital), Negeri Sembilan.  Throughout this semester 6, clinical school to me is a lot more interesting than in Bukit Jalil last time. And it's wayyy different. Now we are dealing with real patients who are sick for real. No more simulated patients. And we begin to learn on how to deal and ha

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. It's the longest period of time I haven't touched a book since a few months ago. It feels a bit weird, but nope, I still don't wanna touch it now. Yet. Gimme 10 more minutes to type this post, then I will think about it okay hehe.  I notice the meaning of Raya to me has changed a lot these past few years. Or is it because I'm becoming more mature and I understand the real meaning of Raya, which makes me appreciate Raya even more? Probably yes.  15 years back then, Raya to me was about playing sparklers and firecrackers with cousins, sleeping at my grandparents' house, waking up in the morning by the rooster's crow and of course getting duit raya (though I secretly hope I still get it now hehe).  15 years back then, when Datuk was still alive, at night before Raya, he'd install an extended lamp from inside the house to the garage and place a number of pelitas around the house for us to play with the

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.  Hellooooooo everyone!  Just in case if you guys have forgotten, I'm Ardilla Noorezan. Who am I? No one. So, you are not expected to know me actually haha.  What an interesting way to start a post after so long not writing one, Ardilla . . .  Yes, alhamdulillah I'm still alive, trying to survive in Med school. How was everything? Hmmm which one should I start first? Should I start with the part where I almost cried when clerking a patient? Or my car crashed into a tree? Or the part where I had trouble sleeping? Hm, which one.. haha. Okay, I'll just tell briefly about everything I can remember, alright? Grab some popcorn and keep scrolling hehe.  I already finished 7-week of Family Medicine and almost finish my 2nd 7-week-posting which is surgery. I loveeee this clinical phase because finally, I can relate the theory part and real things. This is also the phase which I learn a lot. Not just about Medicine and p

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. I stopped at post about day 3 in India and wrote nothing afterwards. Actually, I was on my way making this video and it's done weeee. Don't watch this video if you're longing to go to India because you'll defo fall in love with it especially the Kashmir part and make you wanna book your flight ticket straight away!   This video comprises of all places we went, and basically included everything we did. So as I move on to the next post, you might have a clearer view about our trip. Anyway, Alhamdulillah for the chance. A big big hug for my parents who gave me permission to go and I'm really grateful to have amazing travel mates (Sanaa, Fatin, Najwa and Rieza) who made this trip a success. Thank you guys! To more travelling together, maybe? Hehe.  As you can see, I have inserted a special column form YouTube videos on the right side bar. Feel free to watch my other videos and do subscribe if you wanna s

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Our train was supposedly at 11.00pm, but after checking on Ixigo, our train was delayed and the expected arrival time was 12.50am. We didn't wanna waste our time, sitting at the station with nothing to do so we just spent time in the Zostel common room first.  The common room was quite spacious and there were a few card and board games available. They even had some musical instruments like guitar and flute. We played UNO and laughed hard when someone had to take a few cards after others put +2 or +4. And even harder when someone kept drawing the card from the deck because she didn't have any card with the same colour or number as the person before. The clock was ticking fast, but we didn't realise until one of us checked the clock and it was already 12.00am! Nak pergi toilet lagi, nak book Uber lagi. Couldn't imagine if there were no Uber available that night. Might run to the train station or just sat down in des