tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84863705214321635172024-03-06T01:58:42.985+08:00wAnNAbBE...JOURNEY OF SELF-IMPROVEMENTUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-20151447881651592932011-11-03T20:52:00.005+08:002011-11-15T08:20:33.494+08:00Ah...the admirable physician...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyU9PbT953B6Xh7HQq5iLE03Or58eYPyX2doWYcXkPxhQLlNMgh5k-GrNqoPR0RFoobb4E-BsUeNGgb4XeR6bmGzoFixXSfQKDukG2Gyhi_uYNEK8uMraPiIr1mMa6oITTt_08Qi27Lo/s1600/DILEMA.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyU9PbT953B6Xh7HQq5iLE03Or58eYPyX2doWYcXkPxhQLlNMgh5k-GrNqoPR0RFoobb4E-BsUeNGgb4XeR6bmGzoFixXSfQKDukG2Gyhi_uYNEK8uMraPiIr1mMa6oITTt_08Qi27Lo/s400/DILEMA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675010833797142898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I've always had my heart on being a medical specialist, i.e. physician. During my medical student days, Alhamdulillah, I was the second highest during my medical posting ( according to my mentor). I loved the subject. Even my notes were colourful , in which I had combined my readings from Davidson and Kumar and clark. I also fell in love with the Davidson book. Not to mention also the lecturers were inspirational.<br /><br />When I was a houseman, medical posting was my fourth posting, a.k.a 2nd year houseman already. Thus, most of my medical officers were quite lenient and was trustworthy enough towards me. Alhamdulillah I was entrusted with various kinds of procedures.<br /><br />Since I was also jonah in medical, I had the opportunity to witness and attend many different kind of patients and situations - which are life threatening.<br /><br />I admit that medical posting during houseman was one of the most hectic of them all, yet to me the most exciting of them all. Again Alhamdulillah, throughout my houseman days, I only had to actually take 4 days of medical leave , and that was forced by my senior medical officers. At the time, I was suspected of having H1N1. I believe I had contracted the disease from a patient ( who died afterwards) at the H1N1 ward.<br /><br />Amid all these fascination, I am also beginning to consider the complete opposite,which is to become a full time housewife. After 3 months of taking full care of my little baby, I just can't bear to leave him to the hands of others. What more since my mother has been a full time housewife, thus, I my self could not fathom of a childhood world without a mother who's there 24/7 for me.<br /><br />I know I do not have that option, because....I am bonded to the government for another 7 more years. Or else I would have to pay RM250,000.Hah..<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-85337906951741674872011-10-30T22:07:00.002+08:002011-10-30T22:37:14.676+08:00A trip not to be forgotten<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8T9leKyRkkLUz7ObXNBBW1ID6K4jS9020DS88AAqHEpU0ZejVtwJhJEAJ8z75D0FlKaCgWebiRQtszyAujFiLxhSRrDXasIcOq0iU5KcWtktotUBDTlj-rq0ZH8pMt0ULKv6c7ss-_fA/s1600/DSC06022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8T9leKyRkkLUz7ObXNBBW1ID6K4jS9020DS88AAqHEpU0ZejVtwJhJEAJ8z75D0FlKaCgWebiRQtszyAujFiLxhSRrDXasIcOq0iU5KcWtktotUBDTlj-rq0ZH8pMt0ULKv6c7ss-_fA/s400/DSC06022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669294175331181698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYWQnjbYRSAlCi9tdtU7V0ZKMMFcIBVykh3HfggkrUrIDz8V2pXguEnIlKAKixz9W7lk0JYpZ946gKlKxiEq-b1wyA1xRcNVIdPKZaVOzBhAn6gbTi7EB2xKh1FOOThsps3yp7RD7K9U/s1600/DSC06024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYWQnjbYRSAlCi9tdtU7V0ZKMMFcIBVykh3HfggkrUrIDz8V2pXguEnIlKAKixz9W7lk0JYpZ946gKlKxiEq-b1wyA1xRcNVIdPKZaVOzBhAn6gbTi7EB2xKh1FOOThsps3yp7RD7K9U/s400/DSC06024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669294170543482530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ha3iWmBoIvsqT_SxVxXeoP96EKzIA6FsxtIJC5AqbKEsjQd2O0Z8Kx2bjliLhBPy1b4een5EXYxAwV7OwpScNA2cmozLCh9IVCGRLCsLcAmTj92ZxFKL-QbNuTa8LhyM2rvF2xF6qSo/s1600/DSC06094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ha3iWmBoIvsqT_SxVxXeoP96EKzIA6FsxtIJC5AqbKEsjQd2O0Z8Kx2bjliLhBPy1b4een5EXYxAwV7OwpScNA2cmozLCh9IVCGRLCsLcAmTj92ZxFKL-QbNuTa8LhyM2rvF2xF6qSo/s400/DSC06094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669294191617390050" border="0" /></a><br />Alhamdulillah we have performed our umrah during my 7th month of pregnancy to Salahuddin..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-11662777184013525792011-10-30T02:01:00.008+08:002011-10-30T03:42:25.732+08:00Shy shy lah...Since the last decade, I think I've noticed that there seemed to be a major shift in the youngsters' trends. I'm not implying that I'm already that old, though, but then again, having a child already, do somewhat indicate that I'm in the older category now. :><br /><br />A teenager now is far more exposed than I was about 15 years ago. ( Oh my, now I do feel old saying this)...I can't blame them though, with all the stuff being bombarded towards them, who wouldn't want to try out new stuff. Children see, children do, as they say.<br /><br />They are more daring, , more adventurous and more willing to try out new stuff--> new gadgets and experimenting new situations., so to speak. With uncontrolled technology, comes its consequences.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyU2OfbpY_2cATVgl6FGacWPcIi9i8hyphenhyphenXDmAQVJg1E1FDQUsLY8PFGy4dRHxi2-NWa-Bi8pVLzbqpKwkE2IrR1xOXK9gY6vGH7r_N2FlOUPKHet8RzL0QYib4mh7YCIO-PcCZtydm9pM/s1600/games_kids.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyU2OfbpY_2cATVgl6FGacWPcIi9i8hyphenhyphenXDmAQVJg1E1FDQUsLY8PFGy4dRHxi2-NWa-Bi8pVLzbqpKwkE2IrR1xOXK9gY6vGH7r_N2FlOUPKHet8RzL0QYib4mh7YCIO-PcCZtydm9pM/s400/games_kids.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668979717848485538" border="0" /></a><br />But we didn't foresee before what would happen if we let it be. Lo and behold, now so many splashes of news regarding youth immoral behavior are bombarding us everyday. Fingers pointing ensue, but not much are being done.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbPrlGVhzj0tVswN-zlKI21TL3_FeUT0dPCafYFgOUlpx2DUV8OKRDWD3Cq06rj33GIBq2qQhIdWl4mtSJQ2LJXjaNMfJ8aJiPGsEhYxhdnUdyYWUoWChySHX02iVEjQvscQGDmZBD1o/s1600/motor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbPrlGVhzj0tVswN-zlKI21TL3_FeUT0dPCafYFgOUlpx2DUV8OKRDWD3Cq06rj33GIBq2qQhIdWl4mtSJQ2LJXjaNMfJ8aJiPGsEhYxhdnUdyYWUoWChySHX02iVEjQvscQGDmZBD1o/s400/motor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668981329556835762" border="0" /></a><br />Haven't we realized all the telltale clues before the downfall hits hard? If you just go to a newsstand, there are throngs of entertainment magazine that's just full of fashionistas telling you how to dress, of which most of them are revealing. Or how the 'artistic idols' love stories and gossips fill the mags as well as the newspapers. And is it just me, or even the national and prominent newspaper tend to also protray artists in certain poses of which I consider inappropriate? While at the same time, in the same paper, they quote ' to be asking' why are our youngsters' involved in immoral activities. Go figure...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvqfa8H3aPXTO94mRshUTTlhzD2ZnIDHAY57y-GCEmxweo8GIyq8-nHFUD2RIR88kGurZ5TYfu5rMUbwPFcz_KjW1fMR-wE5yFbDBjUToCkXlHH7u5TiZM49VGlGAuNEz8uYtxR1SdIY/s1600/children+see+children+do+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvqfa8H3aPXTO94mRshUTTlhzD2ZnIDHAY57y-GCEmxweo8GIyq8-nHFUD2RIR88kGurZ5TYfu5rMUbwPFcz_KjW1fMR-wE5yFbDBjUToCkXlHH7u5TiZM49VGlGAuNEz8uYtxR1SdIY/s400/children+see+children+do+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668978242519765730" border="0" /></a><br />I mean, who wouldn't want to dress in a similar way, if the outcome looks appealing?<br /><br />In Islam, as evidenced in other aspects such as the medical world, prevention is the best medicine.<br />Now we are seeing so many advertisement from the Ministry of Health regarding prevention of dengue and No smoking campaigns to deter health problems, this also goes for immoral activities.<br /><br />We have to start doing preventions. Amar Ma'ruf Nahi Mungkar. And it starts with us...<br />But the problem is that, we as parents are also at lost because we are in the same predicament.<br />I mean, who are we to educate our children, when we ourselves do not adhere to the same rule.<br /><br />If we see a magazine or in the television showing what is forbidden by Allah do we care? Do we feel anything when we ourselves do not cover our aurah properly?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakXYQil2ScHy16fCLNyoVjGY8b1RPHXEiC-YXnm7YCK02KIYDPYExD_Y7SM6qFT619Um56whyKtqwuZ-yOXp5ZoiH4HX51hf91LdnEE4vfVcuuEDBIN1fOhfNhID4ky-mySkrPOb83oU/s1600/MajalahRemajahome1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakXYQil2ScHy16fCLNyoVjGY8b1RPHXEiC-YXnm7YCK02KIYDPYExD_Y7SM6qFT619Um56whyKtqwuZ-yOXp5ZoiH4HX51hf91LdnEE4vfVcuuEDBIN1fOhfNhID4ky-mySkrPOb83oU/s400/MajalahRemajahome1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668986121391539938" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhif0-sKHkn_AC-f0NjNWR1A6LVIaYM4ibJoIN-V5B3THocJDtWC0jj8oD3sSsy_EW4VEiEd4KSZv55csJZOlxir8344lP2NHPL6Jm0nFJIYoD3I7o0VpmYjb59bW4xZbREJPVHofDh3p0/s1600/no+to+mangga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhif0-sKHkn_AC-f0NjNWR1A6LVIaYM4ibJoIN-V5B3THocJDtWC0jj8oD3sSsy_EW4VEiEd4KSZv55csJZOlxir8344lP2NHPL6Jm0nFJIYoD3I7o0VpmYjb59bW4xZbREJPVHofDh3p0/s400/no+to+mangga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668986967717212226" border="0" /></a><br />Lest we forget, one of the reason that Rasulullah was sent was to purify this immoral activities. Islam is a way of life, not just a religion. Islam is not just about praying, and celebrating eid or some solitary event. It is in everything that you do. It is about submission to Allah.Allah has set certain rules because He had created us, and He knows best. As a Muslim, we believe that,...but do we really believe it? What is our proof? Yet , whenever we fall into a musibah, we turn to Allah. We doa really hard, while before this we never really remember Him..How is it so?<br /><br />" This is the Book (the Qur'an), whereof there is no doubt, a guidance to those who are Al-Muttaqin ( the pious believers of Islamic Monotheism who fear Allah much (abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds which He has forbidden) and love Allah much (perform all kinds of good deeds which He has ordained))" - Al Baqarah:2<br /><br />From the time that we wake up until sleep, do we have the feeling that Allah is watching us? The angels are writing our deeds, be it evil or good.<br /><br />Verily, our hearts are prone to wander off, and we are in need of a constant reminder. Nowadays, I feel that there are so much out there that just tugs our emotions and nafs.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"O Allah, You are my Lord, none has the right to be worshipped except You, You created me and I am Your servant and I abide to YOur covenant and promise as best as I can, I take refuge in You from the evil of which I have committed.I acknowledge Your favour upon me and I acknowledge my sin, so forgive me, for verily none can forgive sin except You."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"O Ever LIving, O Self-subsisting and supporter of all, by YOur mercy I seek assistance, rectify for me all of my affairs and do not leave me to myself, even for the blink of an eye"</span><br /><br />(<span style="font-style: italic;">Remembrance said in the morning and evening,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Hisnul Muslim</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">compiled and referenced by Sa'eed Ibn Wahf al-Qahtaani)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-17913245029199646092011-10-25T15:38:00.008+08:002011-10-25T16:21:22.444+08:00Oh baby ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjrcuAfrG7V-foPZzsGefAgtVRXvDBjPUWb263mwtFOCzZxNIlprcX-hqJy_G_hc0x-peAZcPl8XE8ZoicH9qhZFAEsEp7jrUphtmuiPkKM2-_WAGmSAX9Hy-UOdXGhgEtZzu9XE6bKs/s1600/feeding+baby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjrcuAfrG7V-foPZzsGefAgtVRXvDBjPUWb263mwtFOCzZxNIlprcX-hqJy_G_hc0x-peAZcPl8XE8ZoicH9qhZFAEsEp7jrUphtmuiPkKM2-_WAGmSAX9Hy-UOdXGhgEtZzu9XE6bKs/s400/feeding+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667341958494949810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPYan-26p_iMXzaYuma1lyC5p-FSSH_kE8r5O0SaRQqAFJR1jdXWCDjhOlSXO_vKbHzGApaC5lgp1HHAIP6VNgjWaZ8hqgZ9St6Dwm02yzap9pYYArwK8Lk5A2dMCBy6PnJD2x_KJJ60/s1600/jahiliyah1.bmp"><br /></a><br />I only have less than a month before my maternity leave ends. It's been 2 months taking care of little salahuddin. Before this, I wasn't much of a baby person. I wasn't really that kind of a person who would stop whenever I see a cute baby and pinch his chubby cheeks. Or the kind would coo seeing an adorable baby. My sister is like that. I was more leveled, I think.<br /><br />Lo and behold, as time grew , motherhood sort of smothers you with this babyish adoration. I guess this what you call 'mercy' towards children.<br /><br />I wonder how a person can just be heartless towards children. They are innocent and frail. What more if the victimiser are the parents themselves. This is another excerpt from Tarbiyatul Aulad..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwomuJ1nkWdnkZjA91Q1Tw7CNVIXBJySul-Qov5MHhr1XKaT8zToTNLHP4dv1ovWijrkocTBR2dExtvwdKDzdNEVdcjLQOWgLPwNVN05-oWEnJs50NPqqTEMt3jTMLjqdz6jQ1N6NRu38/s1600/mercy.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwomuJ1nkWdnkZjA91Q1Tw7CNVIXBJySul-Qov5MHhr1XKaT8zToTNLHP4dv1ovWijrkocTBR2dExtvwdKDzdNEVdcjLQOWgLPwNVN05-oWEnJs50NPqqTEMt3jTMLjqdz6jQ1N6NRu38/s400/mercy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667332717861219218" border="0" /></a><br />Nowadays, there seems to be numerous cases whereby the ones who should be protecting , are of the opposite. Instead, they forsaken their own children. Naudzubillah...<br /><br />REcently, I came across a newspaper article that was dated in 2007, reported that it was found 30 plastic bags full of fetuses near a private clinic in a city in India. It was estimated over 20 years, about 10 million of female child being aborted/killed. Yet, they could not really ascertain as it was not allowed to do further research in determining the gender.<br /><br />It just goes to show that the jahiliyyah tradition that was upheld during the Rasulullah's time, apparently still viable until to this modern day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPYan-26p_iMXzaYuma1lyC5p-FSSH_kE8r5O0SaRQqAFJR1jdXWCDjhOlSXO_vKbHzGApaC5lgp1HHAIP6VNgjWaZ8hqgZ9St6Dwm02yzap9pYYArwK8Lk5A2dMCBy6PnJD2x_KJJ60/s1600/jahiliyah1.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPYan-26p_iMXzaYuma1lyC5p-FSSH_kE8r5O0SaRQqAFJR1jdXWCDjhOlSXO_vKbHzGApaC5lgp1HHAIP6VNgjWaZ8hqgZ9St6Dwm02yzap9pYYArwK8Lk5A2dMCBy6PnJD2x_KJJ60/s400/jahiliyah1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667340403577710274" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WwFH9YPpAqC6e5Jf13QpRRKRFlsmNVTGhpNfao-eh2GnX9Dshiem0V5ceXwNN0bRMHSyEsYKhLQPPhtpGtO0ksW-AeR86RZNZnIt4B8HQOSb6WpFu56fF9YvpfAXChFowY_qF4IjejQ/s1600/jahiliyah2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 56px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WwFH9YPpAqC6e5Jf13QpRRKRFlsmNVTGhpNfao-eh2GnX9Dshiem0V5ceXwNN0bRMHSyEsYKhLQPPhtpGtO0ksW-AeR86RZNZnIt4B8HQOSb6WpFu56fF9YvpfAXChFowY_qF4IjejQ/s400/jahiliyah2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667340204896889554" border="0" /></a>It's just scary nowadays, to raise a child in this time. There's just too many bad influences that you can't control. I can't imagine how would it be like in 10 years to come. InsyaAllah, pray that it will be better.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-19567298927333780082011-10-24T20:32:00.001+08:002011-10-24T20:37:18.191+08:00handmade cards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEA3o6GaH1QZREjnr6XJYrMHfgdbCF_fZSRVw0K0sIq4zOytKf3GvlyGNJ11YtyZtvoNqRLFuObyj_uOZN_leyUcEsycAbXLgS2kjlvy8pWi92DgF37drRQj8lvY9WhPdWfDbX15V-Rw/s1600/DSC01499.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEA3o6GaH1QZREjnr6XJYrMHfgdbCF_fZSRVw0K0sIq4zOytKf3GvlyGNJ11YtyZtvoNqRLFuObyj_uOZN_leyUcEsycAbXLgS2kjlvy8pWi92DgF37drRQj8lvY9WhPdWfDbX15V-Rw/s400/DSC01499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667036534452734802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhbelX6nrlF0u49BG3F8TtHJjgeEtqSTkVI0-dAskZXSHdyITix7hqwYa3X2DOga26hQ4tUQNXheh1zB6w7ttm4prqS49RrJ34oLwcKmpIjoBciI6HxJMbadd1bV2yYm0jzjGqRGyxPs/s1600/DSC01490.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZnkqL3Msk_AsFB8Ce1Fsag-gLC6ZiJBvJbcQtv6kBvnlpZGLhxqFxY5QmUttqJtyqJoNABLBbjdeifJnNQPNN3ceAjXbvvnFFy-Oo-IknJ9v2TKsLtF0-rPbm8HJio8A2DHMZjby1gQ/s400/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667036508837795746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UDNFdOAMX5cBmmXGLqAJmgek8055h-O4d9RHrcI5rOCBwF-f_dMZZJ7VkzZ0hAidGpFOelWbaIXYPFaq584dijyqWm6Gse97Rz_kNNXfFUQXD7UBcaz7q8m6_uSr46YHKZNIIk2ruog/s1600/DSC01501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UDNFdOAMX5cBmmXGLqAJmgek8055h-O4d9RHrcI5rOCBwF-f_dMZZJ7VkzZ0hAidGpFOelWbaIXYPFaq584dijyqWm6Gse97Rz_kNNXfFUQXD7UBcaz7q8m6_uSr46YHKZNIIk2ruog/s400/DSC01501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667036541110112082" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-43042675241817543572011-10-24T14:04:00.006+08:002011-10-24T17:20:00.569+08:00mommy hood versus housemanhood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8M07hu0yisHmIvomB6Iyc_aODjJjgk66LlajUuIeTXdEum7hd85j43eL8SSUyScxyN6QnymE7F7dZLCA-mzJtHxpfEEX8pgj0kSNjkzlHTGOkGQgHd0OepaX39sg7qjtgVzbQCINXYE/s1600/shopping+mama.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTG4kghUArzrJnbjT0orH3HCGmWX-H8Mh5Y4bHaycTdMI7PMhV9DTCiams1C74TnlnHp-8FZDPYh7Lo91cecmQ6GWxCOzLn0a5IUMTDTaqBufKtND63dzjlt3z1CPnov14mv34T1VaiA/s1600/DSC06120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDTG4kghUArzrJnbjT0orH3HCGmWX-H8Mh5Y4bHaycTdMI7PMhV9DTCiams1C74TnlnHp-8FZDPYh7Lo91cecmQ6GWxCOzLn0a5IUMTDTaqBufKtND63dzjlt3z1CPnov14mv34T1VaiA/s400/DSC06120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666984625093192738" border="0" /></a> my little salahuddin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjonYxHSi1XiAUdJyQ7poN0FIb4JLkSelEj4MpksR2AIiGye_oEy-lrNel1SOAH0bTimeWswodvMT6IOnvJ-vug5P8XpRYzvTRZtJLiB_AC-r8Q33CVKjVCyDZ_MVWKBeSbBvcb7M9nTg/s1600/baby.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjonYxHSi1XiAUdJyQ7poN0FIb4JLkSelEj4MpksR2AIiGye_oEy-lrNel1SOAH0bTimeWswodvMT6IOnvJ-vug5P8XpRYzvTRZtJLiB_AC-r8Q33CVKjVCyDZ_MVWKBeSbBvcb7M9nTg/s400/baby.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666984132553260242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAipeRtV_Qk0dMV9s5b1EK0DVLFO-aL2dVS6EjGBo_ofznXrQzKxSuV4F7MsmwZSxLqQAIpzL3GOFHgfWamLCF82LSlqul6QYLU4gMnHCs_BMOdTgmtfpS2Vd54XqQx0BSmc3rYcc_3AE/s1600/name.bmp"><br /></a><br />Being a mommy...is just stellar..Confusing at times.And of course, tiring. At wee morning when your child is needed to be changed or in need of milk, and your eyes just insist on closing, you just know that the child comes first. Regardless what your state is. I've had my share of oncalls during my hospital years, but being with a baby, it's non-stop oncalls. Twice this week, my little Salahuddin wont sleep until about subuh. I have no idea why, especially when so many people tell you that their little ones just sleep most of the time. Is it just my baby , or did I do something wrong in taking care of him? I admit, I sometimes feel sort of mad at the baby for not falling asleep after relentless effort to sleep him. But after he stares at you innocently, you just melt away.<br /><br />Being a mom can also be scary at times. When Salahuddin was less than a month old, he had many incidents of 'colics' of which he started crying when the bouts came. Alhamdulillah, I have my senior consultant, which it Tok Mek, who would suggest for 'demah' or 'tungku' baby to alleviate the symptoms. There were also advices for gripe water and 'yu yee' oil, which I found to be helpful. Even if we are doctors ourselves, it just felt useless at time like that. He just turned 2 month yesterday, even though it felt way longer than that.<br /><br />Motherhood is a very important part of one's life. Much more so than our career, if you say so. For example, if you treat a patient, you see that patient in that instance of time, for that particular problem. Yet, if you are a mother, you are seeing that same patient until either you die first, or vice versa. You are the caretaker and sole reference for the child, not just for his health and well being, but also in terms of his emotional, intelligence and social aspect.<br /><br />If we ask ourselves, how much are we prepared for motherhood?I don't mean in terms of the baby clothes, bottles, diapers and such, but in terms of our spiritual, mental and knowledge.<br /><br />Before we are eligible holding a job, we have to complete some sort of competency, i.e degree,diploma and what nots. But what about becoming a mother? Do we have some sort of a guide or knowledge as to become a mother? I mean, a competent mother.<br /><br />Verily, Islam has set guidelines in bringing up a child. There's this very good book, entitled Tarbiyatul Aulad, to be recommended. The author is Abdullah Nasih ULwan. For example, with regards to naming our child, there is a chapter on it, which you can read an excerpt of it below:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAipeRtV_Qk0dMV9s5b1EK0DVLFO-aL2dVS6EjGBo_ofznXrQzKxSuV4F7MsmwZSxLqQAIpzL3GOFHgfWamLCF82LSlqul6QYLU4gMnHCs_BMOdTgmtfpS2Vd54XqQx0BSmc3rYcc_3AE/s1600/name.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAipeRtV_Qk0dMV9s5b1EK0DVLFO-aL2dVS6EjGBo_ofznXrQzKxSuV4F7MsmwZSxLqQAIpzL3GOFHgfWamLCF82LSlqul6QYLU4gMnHCs_BMOdTgmtfpS2Vd54XqQx0BSmc3rYcc_3AE/s400/name.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666981779959086658" border="0" /></a><br />That's just on aspect from so many that we have to be aware of.<br /><br />It's not wrong to go online or pick up from the magazine concerning the gadgets for babies because it's also a necessity , but not to forget also the important aspect of ibadah with our little ones.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8M07hu0yisHmIvomB6Iyc_aODjJjgk66LlajUuIeTXdEum7hd85j43eL8SSUyScxyN6QnymE7F7dZLCA-mzJtHxpfEEX8pgj0kSNjkzlHTGOkGQgHd0OepaX39sg7qjtgVzbQCINXYE/s1600/shopping+mama.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8M07hu0yisHmIvomB6Iyc_aODjJjgk66LlajUuIeTXdEum7hd85j43eL8SSUyScxyN6QnymE7F7dZLCA-mzJtHxpfEEX8pgj0kSNjkzlHTGOkGQgHd0OepaX39sg7qjtgVzbQCINXYE/s400/shopping+mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666985821415728258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wallahu'alam...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-33593005298681383742011-10-13T20:10:00.003+08:002011-10-13T20:29:02.052+08:00I am a donor!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNIC0FwvfzWleXIaWYY1stGOvtRv41NVjLXu-akTD_KVq7-GaaSR6aOWRAD0aT-8-hpqj4pnLJv57_wMFaEbjUtnsSSIbBOrThqCEToou4pDKGhm-ygBzv2M-Xe1cVW24X9WTooqsm2k/s1600/796-dracula-blood-donation.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNIC0FwvfzWleXIaWYY1stGOvtRv41NVjLXu-akTD_KVq7-GaaSR6aOWRAD0aT-8-hpqj4pnLJv57_wMFaEbjUtnsSSIbBOrThqCEToou4pDKGhm-ygBzv2M-Xe1cVW24X9WTooqsm2k/s400/796-dracula-blood-donation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662952761195399010" border="0" /></a><br />Since being in the National Blood Bank, I am pretty much a dracula to say the least. Our main concern at the center is to ensure that there is enough blood for the hospital at the Klang valley - be it public or private sector. There is a very high demand for blood products from the hospitals. If one is oncall at the blood bank, you would know and be surprised that the usage is high indeed. With all the operations itself in need of back up blood products, then you can imagine how much we need in a day...<br />Thus, come in the role of the donors...which are most of us,mind you. Yet, there is stringent criteria nevertheless to become blood donors. It must be understood that, it is a privilege to become a donor, because we have to make sure that the blood products are in fact safe to be used for the patient. PATIENTS ARE THE UTMOST IMPORTANT FACTOR TO CONSIDER. REgardless how much a person is enthralled to become a donor, but if you are not eligible, it is because we put the patient in the consideration. Perhaps, you are at risk to transfer something detrimental to the patient.<br /><br />For those who are eligible, do consider to become a regular blood donor as this is a very wonderful way to help others. Within a year, you can donate every 3 months. For apheresis donor, every 2 weeks at least. For red blood donor, you can save three lives as the blood are further more divided into 3 components - plasma, packed red cells and platelets. While the apheresis donor, platelets and plasma which are in need especially for cancer patients and paediatrics patients.<br /><br />Think how much you can benefit others...<br /><br />donate blood and save a life....insyaAllahUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-28799350040791313832011-10-09T16:33:00.005+08:002011-10-09T17:03:52.771+08:00what is your priority in life?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoQi3UxXPiCSoDj9NZnUVP4ytUnxUuDNy1E_MA-4_M_NTh6ego8dppDMx6zv3ml-2rWD09ROj5t7SUnRI2TMvLUIFxTDQ86XRp3A4k0gRhc8xkRwHiN4H6UALSEgKraUgnoroGLr1R4E/s1600/first-verse-quran.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661411079182438594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoQi3UxXPiCSoDj9NZnUVP4ytUnxUuDNy1E_MA-4_M_NTh6ego8dppDMx6zv3ml-2rWD09ROj5t7SUnRI2TMvLUIFxTDQ86XRp3A4k0gRhc8xkRwHiN4H6UALSEgKraUgnoroGLr1R4E/s400/first-verse-quran.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>As I ponder about my increasing age, a tug of emotions run through me. A day older simply means a day nearer to the day that we will meet our Maker. With increasing age, comes more responsibility. If then, we were only mere child with no such care in the world. Joy and excitement comes from our interaction with our families and the environment. Everything fascinates us. As we become more mature and enter the teenage years, the world seems so different. No longer our parents become the sole reference, now the eyes of our friends becomes all important. Then biological evolution takes over with our hormones burgeoning into action. The term LOVE causes a nuisance into our life as we try to grapple with such strong emotion.</div><br /><div>This era of our life determines a lot how our future is shaped. Some survives it successfully, while some fall hopelessly. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The adult world itself brings an eormous change into one's life. Beginning of a new family and holding a job further distracts oneself from our real objectives. A strong anchor is needed to hold oneself glued to the right path.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If we do not reflect ourself and our life, we can easily be diverted by the powerful force of attraction to the life of dunia.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-26188791394936425982011-10-07T14:30:00.005+08:002011-10-24T17:25:09.211+08:00ECO mama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vFhyYWFZhhThpwGGV77RR_8MfAPnaqnlWIxdOUsLxD3dwae9mbeDhGE5eVgUAQqhFU07ujE7EeFKCRcc5zKNt5PMoBs5NowsSTMsA5xptxu1mRJBVqKluKkz8JiXs9w5IvZx3av1rBo/s1600/cloth+diapers.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661404506882371714" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vFhyYWFZhhThpwGGV77RR_8MfAPnaqnlWIxdOUsLxD3dwae9mbeDhGE5eVgUAQqhFU07ujE7EeFKCRcc5zKNt5PMoBs5NowsSTMsA5xptxu1mRJBVqKluKkz8JiXs9w5IvZx3av1rBo/s400/cloth+diapers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />it has been one of my aims to be an eco friendly person.now, with a new role to play as a mother, the intention has been stronger. with an addition of a baby, the realization that we are hurting the environment through our everyday dealings with an infant has increased. Imagine that per day, a baby needs to be chaged is about a minimum of 3-4 times per day. so, per month, about 120 diapers are needed for only 1 baby.that is a equivalent to what if you multiply that to the whole of malaysian babies? What more is that, especially malays, have about 3-4 babies per person. That is only considering the diapers.How about the wipes or tissues invovled? Yet, its not fair to single out that regarding babies, us adults are also to blame. Countless of products we encounter everyday end up in the trash.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-74348887121689680982011-10-07T14:06:00.006+08:002011-10-24T17:23:36.206+08:00my little saladin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQDDXG-iWVDg7FVeGPn0j9UWg8h-JPAfIZ6EqUEDilBcyZtbODh7-8yGMYCf-zV6VW9xnrgYLd6qitArORJUk-OjBV5dIKbFRZl2sMvsvDjlNw7Ju069VtPJqtesA0Q5kgG7evahmW5I/s1600/260820111149.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660628541174534434" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQDDXG-iWVDg7FVeGPn0j9UWg8h-JPAfIZ6EqUEDilBcyZtbODh7-8yGMYCf-zV6VW9xnrgYLd6qitArORJUk-OjBV5dIKbFRZl2sMvsvDjlNw7Ju069VtPJqtesA0Q5kgG7evahmW5I/s400/260820111149.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBMBblgDMUpFcXnEGboXIEtHYeXIvCpycmCzBqgLQOAFSVNl7VraY_4dpLDjpFuAXiiVlQ23KQOTeehyphenhyphenyXSuaIA_YLQEFYdfees5Xd-oE0z0NH3v77YjQzWXJ-dxkosuxeblfH8cPgEw/s1600/230820111142.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660628199546320962" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBMBblgDMUpFcXnEGboXIEtHYeXIvCpycmCzBqgLQOAFSVNl7VraY_4dpLDjpFuAXiiVlQ23KQOTeehyphenhyphenyXSuaIA_YLQEFYdfees5Xd-oE0z0NH3v77YjQzWXJ-dxkosuxeblfH8cPgEw/s400/230820111142.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>my very own salahuddin al-ayubi had arrived on the 23rd ramadhan..in the wee hours of 0308AM.</div><br />After hours of enduring pain , alhamdulillah he was born not long after starting to push, without any assisted delivery. The pain had subdued as soon as he was out. Lo and behold, there was this beautiful baby boy in front of me. There was this magical feeling, to hold your own flesh and blood.</div><br /><br />It was23rd of ramadhan...and how I had hoped it to be lailatul qadr.<br /><br />As soon as I had been admitted to the hospital, my husband was there throughout the whole ordeal. He was reading the Quran until the time of delivery, which had greatly calmed me.<br /><br />InsyaAllah, he will be another salahuddin al-ayubi in the making....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-21499615252708047622011-08-10T10:29:00.007+08:002011-10-24T17:24:37.514+08:0038 weeks of gestation!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6-1gQSKfYnyhaHpHwNNsUQut7qHizRzx9rL6F9mf5gZggKmr1iKpVgsCVTHdwOYLUwv-IGZPyUHsrKFPRKOKjUGrnsXqqWjTU9fcMFBeRhz8FHeUGzznAGTC3-8-f5XC5bQMhRWT3uE/s1600/38+pog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639069702657487490" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6-1gQSKfYnyhaHpHwNNsUQut7qHizRzx9rL6F9mf5gZggKmr1iKpVgsCVTHdwOYLUwv-IGZPyUHsrKFPRKOKjUGrnsXqqWjTU9fcMFBeRhz8FHeUGzznAGTC3-8-f5XC5bQMhRWT3uE/s400/38+pog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Gb-g03TlGkjyvUD9BrdxfqBzEWrMeN7ILRDhn_-KjHEkdldZevtxC0V075hZKL1XHn6xL-H5ZJK1O4qam8aGK_oqMt77Ift8d5Y39kPgFfR-LqYyeberMsW3bm2XtrMGpHmIaIQtRXc/s1600/ultrasound_38_hg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639049046973075938" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Gb-g03TlGkjyvUD9BrdxfqBzEWrMeN7ILRDhn_-KjHEkdldZevtxC0V075hZKL1XHn6xL-H5ZJK1O4qam8aGK_oqMt77Ift8d5Y39kPgFfR-LqYyeberMsW3bm2XtrMGpHmIaIQtRXc/s400/ultrasound_38_hg.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This is what a baby would look like inside the mother's womb at 38 weeks of gestation...such as that I am right now. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The due date is on the 40th week of pregnancy...which for me falls 1 week prior to eidulfitri...if Allah izin that I really do deliver on the date itself, then i could proceed with the akikah 1 week after birth, (which is the sunnah thing to do) on eidulfitri, which is very much memorable.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The issues with my current pregnancy is that regarding fasting during my 3rd trimester. In general, there is leniency with regards to pregnant women fasting , especially so if in the 1st and 3rd trimester.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So far, I've fasted for the past one week. but today, i was so dehydrated, that I actually was not able to continue with my fast.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The thing is, I've made a mistake of not drinking enough water throughout the fasting season. As a tip for the pregnant mothers who are healthy enough to fast, please do keep yourself hydrated. Make sure that after breaking fast until the sahur, mind yourself to drink and drink. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>From numerous articles, it has mentioned that at least 2 liters of fluids per day for those who chooose to fast.</div><br /><br /><br /><p><br />Being pregnant, especially in the last weeks of pregnancy during the ramadhan month has its challenges. what more if before this you were the kind who tried to do as much as possible during the holy month. Nowadays,even getting up from bed is a hard task.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Thank goodness i've chosen to actually take 2 week earlier leave, which unfortunately has to be taken from my 3 month maternity leave.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>InsyaAllah, there will be a lot more berkah being pregnant and hopefully deliver during this holy month....<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-21445598313502825702011-07-28T20:31:00.004+08:002011-10-25T16:31:31.592+08:00After a long absence....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjDRM8_LtbjIVJGgDBuMBFm-oXeD8Vld2WpnJIflaqVWpAaiPO6va9lOH7RiADmbePJeQ8ZWccvYkPAnMQrT6w1l4tEkKvU-4jif3BxM5WAE5mVp23OrrDSMEggU6zHmJNCABP3dnRl4/s1600/baby.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634382466155909778" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjDRM8_LtbjIVJGgDBuMBFm-oXeD8Vld2WpnJIflaqVWpAaiPO6va9lOH7RiADmbePJeQ8ZWccvYkPAnMQrT6w1l4tEkKvU-4jif3BxM5WAE5mVp23OrrDSMEggU6zHmJNCABP3dnRl4/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>IT has been AGES since i last updated this blog...</div><br /><br /><div>Tons and tons has happened since the last time i wrote anything...<br /></div><br /><div>I guess I just got too caught up in the change of life...<br /></div><br /><div>in about 1 week's time, we'll be celebrating ramadhan...insyaAllah this time around,i'll be celebrating the holy month with a newly added beloved into our family.</div><br /><br /><div>Last year was the first time I celebrated ramadhan as a wife...and with a husband..</div><br /><br /><div>This year, insyaAllah, i will be a mother...</div><br /><div>Sometimes, i just can't believe that i'm actually going to be a mother...<br /></div><br /><div>I still can't fathom that realization.</div><br /><br /><div>Even if most of my close friends have started their families, it just hasn't dawned on me that I would follow suit...hehe...</div><br /><br />Last week I had a 3D scan of my little baby....my husband and I were ecstatic as we could visualize his face clearly....his cute little nose and all...his eyes all shut.<br /><br />Currently i'm already 36+weeks ...and in just about 3 weeks, it will be the due date....if i dont deliver earlier that is....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-53266497443843144682010-11-16T17:39:00.004+08:002010-11-16T17:59:08.547+08:00BLOOdy DAy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7hPWRslWAgz8fIZGEj7jByNSqn24jRr6mbAUQ5v08domHF23t52IUTYRya3-p3QogFh9Srho-dKZ-FzSzDFgo419NTAY6supnxrRlH68Dh-D3i4t6D77ohHdxjymGCcM8-qtShViaos/s1600/blood-drive-image.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540083608037855826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7hPWRslWAgz8fIZGEj7jByNSqn24jRr6mbAUQ5v08domHF23t52IUTYRya3-p3QogFh9Srho-dKZ-FzSzDFgo419NTAY6supnxrRlH68Dh-D3i4t6D77ohHdxjymGCcM8-qtShViaos/s400/blood-drive-image.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Day 2 at the National Blood BAnk</div><br /><div>What I can say is that it's definitely different from the previous 2 settings that I have worked with.</div><br /><div>The hospital is a crazy-havoc place where you run around all over and always having work to do. Especially so when you are a houseman. With lethal consequences and high mortality rate.</div><br /><div>Then I had a short stint at a research center. Well, it is a somewhat less hectic place with routine working hours and not so crazy shift. You deal with statistics and lots of writing.</div><br /><div>Then comes the BLOOd BANK. Where your core business is...well...simply to get blood and testing of blood.</div><br /><div>I'm still in the orientation process...so can't really comment much. Yet, so far, it's quite interesting. And you get to see hemophiliac patients...</div><br /><div>The routine work consist of going out in the mobile clinics - blood drive , where you encounter healthy 'donors' to get more blood stock.</div><br /><div>Then you have the 'slides' show...hehe...This means that you need to read the full blood picture slides.</div><br /><div>You also get to see hemophiliac patients...which is quite a rare occasion if you go elsewhere.</div><br /><div></div><div>You have oncalls, in which you are in charge of the whole of blood bank for that day. You will receive calls from hospitals , especially that from the Klang Valley regardign blood products.</div><div> </div><div>Dont underestimate Blood Donation campaign...it's really an important business...</div><div> </div><div>Imagine that these blood products are potentially lifesavers...a thin line between life and death...</div><div>especially in the cases of accidents or any bleeding that by replacement of blood, these lives can be saved ( of course, by Allah's Will)...</div><div> </div><div>IN Malaysia, where cases of accidents are indeed high, these are inevitable life savers....</div><div>To all healthy people out there...please donate blood...you can save a life...</div><div> </div><div>As a Muslim, we are very encouraged to help other people...why not so by donating blood...</div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-74192900413558431612010-11-10T09:12:00.003+08:002010-11-10T09:35:08.730+08:00The Decline of a Civilization?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFR7mAvhINQOnhYfUL33FqVJBb309A9TxgJWNvf0u5fOniigJZlIZPqy0rGnGLAprHhHLn8l3zM93dfInohDOpX6y5a2MLfCjsThLhz5Wc0CZT6RI-WRv4DwEA_U_9_YITCqgPHUNmhQ/s1600/gen-y.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537728456775522674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFR7mAvhINQOnhYfUL33FqVJBb309A9TxgJWNvf0u5fOniigJZlIZPqy0rGnGLAprHhHLn8l3zM93dfInohDOpX6y5a2MLfCjsThLhz5Wc0CZT6RI-WRv4DwEA_U_9_YITCqgPHUNmhQ/s400/gen-y.png" /></a><br /><div>The Millenia....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When it was the Y2K countdown, everybody was prophecizing so many outcomes toward our world...the Y2K bug...the so called apocalypse and so forth...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And now a decade has passed since the Y2K event....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Those who were born in the 90's...now becoming in their early 20's...the age of the NOT SO INNOCENCE...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>the Gen-Y, so to speak...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am ending my 20's soon...THis month I have turned 27...an age that I deem to be quite an aged individual...as of now,..i am a daughter,an elder sister to another 6 more younger siblings,a wife and a doctor...and waiting anxiously whether i can be a mother....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But as Allah has planned it so that I would able to open my eyes...WIDE OPEN...or in other words.. a shout out for me..that life is not as it used to be....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These few weeks , i have had to take care of the household...with my mother and father going away...the 2 younger siblings beneath me, need no taking care of from me...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But the other 4...one is 22, 17,13 and 10 respectively...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>EAch with their own individual needs and different characters....OH MY....and I do mean dIFFERENT....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I realize a lot since this few weeks..i tried to juggle as a working person, a sister and a wife...</div><br /><div>Initially I tried to make everything picture perfect...with ironing my husband's clothes, preparing breakfast and dinner for them all...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It took a different twist when suddenly I had been ordered by the minstry to be sent to the blood bank.. It was quite a jolt as I had thought of trying out for my entrance exam...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>LO and behold..gone werer the days I actually tried to cook and everything..the Study was priority... I had a fixed idea that this one month I would do nothing but study..study and study...</div><br /><div>HOwever being someone who is not accustomed to just studying.. I found it quite hard...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>wait...I think it's getting out of the topic...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What I meant to write was that during this few weeks, I had the opportunity of being the caretaker of my siblings.. and handle all their problems...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Being in charge of them meant dealing with them in a lot of aspects of their life...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It made me realize that we have led differnt lives...even though we were raised in the same household..but the time we led were different,...even if it has only been a decade apart....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Their knowledge, their hobbies,pasttimes and all were altogether different form mine..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>i remember I had my first handphone when I was in the university...so that I could contact my parents easily.... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>NOw my brother at the age of 15 already has his own handphone....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Chatting, messaging, facebook,my space and what nots... Yes I do know it also applies to that of my age....but albeit, i'm not that quirky about social networking....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yet, the very idea of getting connected to a lot of people, those who you know and not..has created a phenomenon that is beyond our control....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>and at a PRICE...a heavy price, that is....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>for all its positive effect on our cvilization,...it has created a monster without us realizing it..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I should know...because it has also affected my family so much...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I can see the difference within my 3 younger siblings who are so hooked on the net ...they tend to pay attention to the computer.. and become somewhat lacking in terms of REAL SOCIAZLING, whihc in the real world...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>With all these affecting our young generation, who can prophesize what would happen next...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>na'uzubillah...May Allah Help Us ALL....</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-67486149787245903012010-11-10T01:48:00.006+08:002010-11-10T01:55:24.355+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4fFJgoA4np_JwNSKQhKq-PXtWR8oi9BX2qDVfiiV0BaVsfT9fhgPXraK_4D6AuWefcpm6zu9R7NwEfJxFaFRnulXjlecUcOhV7XjA5JWaws1QhF_eUn5sCfbFKpyRjSd0eRpz40m-MA/s1600/stet.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537609255320523314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4fFJgoA4np_JwNSKQhKq-PXtWR8oi9BX2qDVfiiV0BaVsfT9fhgPXraK_4D6AuWefcpm6zu9R7NwEfJxFaFRnulXjlecUcOhV7XjA5JWaws1QhF_eUn5sCfbFKpyRjSd0eRpz40m-MA/s400/stet.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbIPJm7wTBjwby-wLt1A806e6ucmfqvBp-vh5xvGkBVkvicUqQv_iwU9yi5kuzXnBg8A5PnVRb5E-4iIbu1Z-fVIuJ4t7H56uJMx3rTnZg2ByLe4sZmeGAKP0NVw20RtelnLwQll72u4/s1600/rene.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537609251316205042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbIPJm7wTBjwby-wLt1A806e6ucmfqvBp-vh5xvGkBVkvicUqQv_iwU9yi5kuzXnBg8A5PnVRb5E-4iIbu1Z-fVIuJ4t7H56uJMx3rTnZg2ByLe4sZmeGAKP0NVw20RtelnLwQll72u4/s400/rene.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Who was the first one to develop stethoscope? Rene Theophile Hyacinthe Laennec</div><br /><br /><div>HE was a french physician who invested the stethoscope and perfected the art of auditory examination of the chest cavity</div><br /><div></div>The stethoscope is one of the most vital instrument that doctors must have...<br /></div><div>The use of stethoscope is that it functions as an amplifier...it helps in our diagnosis of a disease when we auscultate patient ...especially that of respiratory and cardiovascular problems....<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-15375426343586569952010-11-09T19:02:00.005+08:002010-11-09T19:10:14.443+08:00teringat zaman-zaman houseman duluThe days as a houseman..............<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqIkNW6gCTyyI_QF616_QsZ-usoed4vBpynVvD9htVTFLhLRmrM9da8LqUxOKIS2Qug6GRFE84FHiDsbyNMFs-c_xijvOkprzQ0nJVV773YxPsHDbND_r3pUkBEzmO-dDaZ9pWezav0Q/s1600/doc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537505459558408690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqIkNW6gCTyyI_QF616_QsZ-usoed4vBpynVvD9htVTFLhLRmrM9da8LqUxOKIS2Qug6GRFE84FHiDsbyNMFs-c_xijvOkprzQ0nJVV773YxPsHDbND_r3pUkBEzmO-dDaZ9pWezav0Q/s400/doc.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>tepat 4 bulan habis houseman...pada umur 27 tahun </div><br /><div>Grad umur 25...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>time jadi houseman..terasa macam laaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa nye masa nak berlalu..dan sekarang..kadang-kadang rindu pulak time2 tu..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>rindu pada suasana hospital..degupan jantung yang tak menentu...</div><br /><div>tidur yang x dpt tidur sgt..</div><br /><div>cuti yang x cuti sangat..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>hectic..havoc..jonah..semua ada....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-2778435754574333942010-10-31T15:05:00.004+08:002010-10-31T15:19:47.113+08:00bye bye kitty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsl2yBHIRZdkSmabrRR6NnkKMQ-Vm1ukjd-Nu1RT8jz5EeSk31t9O5OCiT5JemIWiAmfM15mM0967npACCTLZBkiXl3jO8GPezEXrmMtDE0oUXemkFndIehWy8L79emvnzYcaKB-iwuRI/s1600/newborn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534105442586453714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsl2yBHIRZdkSmabrRR6NnkKMQ-Vm1ukjd-Nu1RT8jz5EeSk31t9O5OCiT5JemIWiAmfM15mM0967npACCTLZBkiXl3jO8GPezEXrmMtDE0oUXemkFndIehWy8L79emvnzYcaKB-iwuRI/s400/newborn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>4 days ago, we were suprised with one adorable kitten who appeared in front of our doorstep. Apparently, the mother had just given birth probably near the doorstep and left one of the kitten there. The whole day it sat there alone and unattended. By the time I noticed it , the time was already evening. There were blood stain all over the place. In fact, the umbilical cord was still attached to the abdomen.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Being someone who is actually scared of cats..imagine my surprise..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of course i cannot simply let it outside like that. i waited and waited and waited...for the mother to come. she never came..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lest, i took it inside and we named it 'kitty'..i wasn't sure whether it was a male or female..being ignorant as i am towards cat, i fed it cow's milk wiht a spoon. it seemed not to like it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lo and behold, i went to the internet for some info on newborn kitty..it stated that the best is for the mother ot take care of it. or get a foster mother cat..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>wherer can i get that????</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>then if not, feed it with milk replacement... DO NOt GIVE COW's MILK..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>AArrghh!! too late!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I went ot the pet shop that evening after work and got some low downs on how to take care of newborn kitten., The shopowner gave some tips and such..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I actually bought a bottle to feed it with!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For the first itme in my life, i actually fed a kitten wiht a bottle.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At first it seemed to be getting better. the fur was getting more beautiful..</div><br /><div></div><br />i tried to feed it as the advice said, tried to feed it every 2 hours..<br /><br />and i was ecstatit when it actually pooped..hehe<br /><br />OR SO I THOUGHT...<br /><br />D4 of life...<br /><br />I was shocked ot hear from my brother that after subuh prayers he had tried to wake up kitty and it never woke up..<br /><br />For verily it;s life was taken by Allah...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-73286692128935201172010-10-31T14:44:00.004+08:002010-10-31T15:00:27.982+08:00here we go bloody bank!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWPTU5mpmB5gm2U88EvGLScZpabZ6IOx0GwPSlUd7tBdgJ8VZ0rO-rkruRMbY6-tceR-4a2XZhYgkImLgzsbh1he0835wwAKwWyTlyqTIti7KpNLiavMCyDDhGfpaDUem5pJlZykBjQU/s1600/blood.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534099292286819234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWPTU5mpmB5gm2U88EvGLScZpabZ6IOx0GwPSlUd7tBdgJ8VZ0rO-rkruRMbY6-tceR-4a2XZhYgkImLgzsbh1he0835wwAKwWyTlyqTIti7KpNLiavMCyDDhGfpaDUem5pJlZykBjQU/s400/blood.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sRSWdf-xxCr0SCchP_PZEKXsA66x0Ucs6trD1HMu5nkaEO5vw4mnf5_TZa1g3IuaaAE4J1uY5_CE6BPF89_MlnW4KVJhkC3KL2na8a_cemgmOf_BUGIh9XejinXqBzSVOMHRj4Sd3tM/s1600/www_pdn_gov_my_932_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534098918663334370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sRSWdf-xxCr0SCchP_PZEKXsA66x0Ucs6trD1HMu5nkaEO5vw4mnf5_TZa1g3IuaaAE4J1uY5_CE6BPF89_MlnW4KVJhkC3KL2na8a_cemgmOf_BUGIh9XejinXqBzSVOMHRj4Sd3tM/s400/www_pdn_gov_my_932_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>from a clinician to a researcher..to blood sucking vampire</div><br /><div>what a road less traveled!! Phew...</div><br /><div>Officially I was granted by the kementerian kesihatan to be sent to PDN now for my birthday..</div><div> </div><div>too much has happened in so short of time that in the end cause me to have such a headache!!</div><div> </div><div>Initially I had thought of becoming a clinician in the medical department, but now a part of me likes the thought of research/public health..but then again..i have to be sent to pusat darah negara...</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-17799774684896487312010-10-14T21:39:00.001+08:002010-10-14T22:02:17.037+08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTj9h3d2eMcS1w-mVXC4f3V1mqgdEUFqgK5Ux7hHIre_OdHf8Zv58t_MqSbjcUrVMSg-YN1waKhRXjRUBBHftP5_eqFAws2448ERyrhEnWrOSi7b1gwwvn-8GzV-RFZ83tIfx0jUdBLQ/s1600/Logo_judul_komik_merdeka_by_komikmerdeka.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527901548567076690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTj9h3d2eMcS1w-mVXC4f3V1mqgdEUFqgK5Ux7hHIre_OdHf8Zv58t_MqSbjcUrVMSg-YN1waKhRXjRUBBHftP5_eqFAws2448ERyrhEnWrOSi7b1gwwvn-8GzV-RFZ83tIfx0jUdBLQ/s400/Logo_judul_komik_merdeka_by_komikmerdeka.jpg" /></a> Freedom from the entaglement of being a houseman!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Date of freedom : 9th July 2010</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-49728091504952242132010-10-14T10:34:00.003+08:002010-10-14T14:09:14.115+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfWbIWos2lFqAeYsZDaNx2a4KxTwVewxuOgvR9bcyfG7yZvrZ7usISW9xu-bkEJ-1WLGgPwvpc4DUE5LIEQMl9ydG-UlcRAHStG8OCH7Q1-E1IPfjAr1ForECSxRfI-paszMnT64AHvM/s1600/www_iku_gov_my_355_.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527779534211442866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfWbIWos2lFqAeYsZDaNx2a4KxTwVewxuOgvR9bcyfG7yZvrZ7usISW9xu-bkEJ-1WLGgPwvpc4DUE5LIEQMl9ydG-UlcRAHStG8OCH7Q1-E1IPfjAr1ForECSxRfI-paszMnT64AHvM/s400/www_iku_gov_my_355_.jpg" /></a> The current institute....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDy-E2brukpxIkoQVG7a79DI35AO6ZJEYBWdubf-krtqRvBFOQR6Y2ChcSWGew70T8WOy9QZEq7mjE-mvKmfyguxPTRhB2BS6rclgfwWgaplwTpGAwFgNEp9_xnSJIk-wIX0rBKMd5PU/s1600/13_bigstockphoto_making_statistics_1831264.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527725704042832546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDy-E2brukpxIkoQVG7a79DI35AO6ZJEYBWdubf-krtqRvBFOQR6Y2ChcSWGew70T8WOy9QZEq7mjE-mvKmfyguxPTRhB2BS6rclgfwWgaplwTpGAwFgNEp9_xnSJIk-wIX0rBKMd5PU/s400/13_bigstockphoto_making_statistics_1831264.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>statistics...statistics...statistics...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>so different from the good old days at the hospital..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>the institute director had mentioned that now we have to think as a researcher..no more thinking as a doctor,n utritionist , nurses and such...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>it takes time to dissociate ourself from what we have been trained to do..</div><br /><div>especially if we have been trained gruelly so..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-88226945468039238882010-05-20T15:30:00.005+08:002010-05-20T15:48:08.576+08:00CHILDHOOD MOMENTS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxZAt1swHK4UQSioRWSDHumbUHd50HfETAbeDcnerPSY0IFI8uHlgIlua_knLOfEoL-UwF_VBRZFGDjdCJzQKkI-OOClwGRiXEMKPNSFiNCU-p06KhQ4xJjmguI-KsIThTkIA8MJAN2g/s1600/playing.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473255130434496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxZAt1swHK4UQSioRWSDHumbUHd50HfETAbeDcnerPSY0IFI8uHlgIlua_knLOfEoL-UwF_VBRZFGDjdCJzQKkI-OOClwGRiXEMKPNSFiNCU-p06KhQ4xJjmguI-KsIThTkIA8MJAN2g/s400/playing.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirs80WlA6MeNNgCrBlL4QlYJtUcVz6hRJTYtFnKt-4b0w2rN8lCd3cDHjXtjuaRI86plRUHFOOH8edYxzKbZTcr9LCIRJ2nKOoazyxLE3ZbYJRmsAbz-zBhpdLPG8SAK6MVWovuZOEjDs/s1600/child.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473254933876662194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirs80WlA6MeNNgCrBlL4QlYJtUcVz6hRJTYtFnKt-4b0w2rN8lCd3cDHjXtjuaRI86plRUHFOOH8edYxzKbZTcr9LCIRJ2nKOoazyxLE3ZbYJRmsAbz-zBhpdLPG8SAK6MVWovuZOEjDs/s400/child.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">the innocence of a child...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You can never reverse back your childhood...</div><div align="center">childhood years are one of the magical moments in life...</div><div align="center">No one can ever deny the happiness of a child..</div></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Don't you remember what it was as a child</div><div align="center">so full of carefree</div><div align="center">all you could ever think of was fun & play</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Mama & papa were your idols..</div><div align="center">cartoons are everything..</div><div align="center">ultraman..superman..were they real?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">cherish your childhood...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-11641085175763414722010-05-19T11:36:00.003+08:002010-05-19T11:49:22.205+08:00HUMAN...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2b0Oi6ihWYXU0Nd_Cu6y9buU2-qyx-joB5hHXfdwBlrU4hbNwCA3-r7Ju4ftKIXkIdnSSjzBYy9rWiZ1nXO9AjP7cGWBz43h1RNcnLv7PyHEmQUXtUWBL3Jqd6nOmvBj9T6Rs3iF48c/s1600/humane.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472823175390159618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2b0Oi6ihWYXU0Nd_Cu6y9buU2-qyx-joB5hHXfdwBlrU4hbNwCA3-r7Ju4ftKIXkIdnSSjzBYy9rWiZ1nXO9AjP7cGWBz43h1RNcnLv7PyHEmQUXtUWBL3Jqd6nOmvBj9T6Rs3iF48c/s400/humane.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>How to become human? ...HUmane?<br /><br />There are numerous more things that they do not teach you in school..<br />The Basic Human Necessities...<br /><br />I just wonder..how is it to become human once again..<br /><br />With the current predicament nowadays befalling our society...it is as if we are acting as we do not know how to behave like a HUMANE human... </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-84685262472404542822010-05-17T13:24:00.003+08:002010-05-17T13:50:56.721+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXw0RsvjuPoRhkMybYvjbEtTCuwNmJ4l0a6wX0UiWVlQ6mhBz7Ozr9BoldFeyIMRiUkLaXkJAmhY-Z67GFc8DB5WsWfg2mRKEf0i7ZU3NAN_ZIbqmk9fVawhojO0ZDxM5jf_0qPP4eLs4/s1600/Antara+2+Cinta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472112254288614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXw0RsvjuPoRhkMybYvjbEtTCuwNmJ4l0a6wX0UiWVlQ6mhBz7Ozr9BoldFeyIMRiUkLaXkJAmhY-Z67GFc8DB5WsWfg2mRKEf0i7ZU3NAN_ZIbqmk9fVawhojO0ZDxM5jf_0qPP4eLs4/s400/Antara+2+Cinta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MMu5k6eFdcbz9xXrEceL1ylxbwE5217Hitc482Va6b1aE8Agbq-mpTSFh9T6HQdG978yJwbx42W0Tcq8DyhSVpbc1ZN3rwPLV_zHbY1qgLVylASUsBghe5WoSW1QDfegLBa1NOlsKb4/s1600/i19497255287055xa7.jpg"></a><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-22533438763041606022010-05-17T13:18:00.002+08:002010-05-17T13:23:11.448+08:00Luahan Hati Sebelum Pro EXam - revisited<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmA8y2D2SzDUqquvQ_nJZrd70HVZxapjNBIb_zL7s2IZcd7-UOgkk2DnwrbMddd26o7W9PG_gmiFFDKwV0SVFCQYOFAyzlcL4Z1qIduzQI6c0oWg-siVJuh-9FB_4kQ49MGIOLqkqmfVk/s1600/shhhhh-quiet-everyone-study-wallpaper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105009354412146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmA8y2D2SzDUqquvQ_nJZrd70HVZxapjNBIb_zL7s2IZcd7-UOgkk2DnwrbMddd26o7W9PG_gmiFFDKwV0SVFCQYOFAyzlcL4Z1qIduzQI6c0oWg-siVJuh-9FB_4kQ49MGIOLqkqmfVk/s400/shhhhh-quiet-everyone-study-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Sesungguhnya Islam itu begitu indah sekali bagi mereka yang mengerti akan prinsipnya dan juga isi kandungannya. Tiada yang lebih tinggi dari agama ini, dan sesungguhnya mati berjuang utk menegakkan syiar islamiyyah adalah suatu perjuangan yang sangat mulia. Namun, di sini harus ditekankan bahawasanya ia harus bermula dengan memahami akan ad-deen ini, bermula dengan mengenali apakah itu erti kehidupan dan seterusnya akan mengenali siapakah pencipta kita.<br /><br />Kini, boleh dikatakn bahawa ana sudah hampir 7 tahun berkenalan dengan istilah ‘tarbiyyah’. Pada mulanya, ia terasa sangat asing dan janggal, akan tetapi apabila time goes on, then it becomes a strong entity of your life and soon you realize that it is to absolve oneself into the tarbiyyah program is the challenge itself. It is not purely theoretical, it never has been and it will never be as that. It is to incorporate and translate into one’s life. Verily, Islam is a way of life.<br /><br />Mungkin ada yang akan bertanya, mengapakah ana ingin berbicara suatu topic, yang boleh dikatakan sebagai suatu benda yang asas, dan mungkin tidak lagi perlu utk di bincangkan. Fasa kita sekarang mungkin lebih kepada utk bekerja. Tapi, sesungguhnya bagi insan ini, yang masih lagi penuh dengan kelemahan , tendency for myself to jatuh dalam ujian adalah suatu fenomena yang biasa.<br /><br />Kini, tinggal lagi 3 minggu sahaja sebelum berdepan dengan professional exam, suatu ujian yang besar & penentu samada seseorang pelajar medic akan beralih kepada gelaran ‘doktor’. Sepanjang 5 tahun , termasuk fasa pre-klinikal & seterusnya klinikal, akan berakhir dengan professional exam ni. Sesungguhnya, ia suatu perkara yang sangat digerunkan oleh rakan2 ana & ana sendiri. Namun, kita hanya boleh berusaha & penentunya terletak kepada Ilahi.<br /><br />Tapi, situasi ini berkait rapat dengan tajuk atau topic yang ana ingin bicarakan. Disebabkan exam ini, ana sendiri telah meletakkan jawatan, atau ‘slowed down’ my involvement dalam J. Seharusnya, prog rasmi tarbiyyah sahaja yang di perlahankn, namun atas kelemahan diri ini, yang juga berada agak jauh dari sahibah2 yang sudah lama berada dalam prog T ini, ana juga telah slow down dlm prog Tarbiyyah yg tak rasmi. Situasi di sini mungkin tidak sama dengan tempat lain. Ana tak dapat nak menggambarkan macamana suasana di sini. Tapi, yang pastinya ialah suasana study itu yang dominant. Rata2 rakan ana di sini adalah mereka yang study oriented. Di sini kami hanya memikirkan ttg study. Yang menjadi keluhan bagi mereka adaalh berkaitan dengan study. Rehat adalah sekadar nak releasekan stress dari study. Stress pun berkaitan dengan study. Kehidupan di sini adalah utk lulus exam. Banyak topic perbualan berkisar tentang pelajaran, lecturer, patient, dan benda berkaitan dengan di hospital.<br /><br />Sejak 1 blok terakhir ni, focus ana adalah pada study. Ini adalh suatu fenomena yang agak ganjil dan luarbiasa bagi diri ini. Sepanjang matriks & juga hampir 5 tahun di sini, ana tidak pernah lagi mengecualikan diri selama ini dari memikirkn ttg prog D&T yang rasmi. Tapi memandangkn pro exam ini adlh suatu yang amat genting, kita harus memikirkn ttg aulawiyyat & juga kemampuan diri sendiri. Oleh itu, ana mengambil keputusan sedemikian.<br /><br />Ingin ana kongsi sedikit apakah perasaan ana sejak hampir 2 bulan berada dlm suasana ‘study oriented’. Sesungguhnya sekiranya niat kita ikhlas lillahita’ala, segalanya akan terasa indah jua, namun ana tidak sebaik itu dan keikhlasan itu seharusnya ana cuba utk pupukkan. Ana sendiri tidak dapat lari dari terikut dengan keadaan yang exam-oriented. Seringkali ana dilanda perasaan gundah gelana, keluh kesan apabila memikirkn ttg exam ini. Apakah ana akan lulus? Terasa takut dengan keadaan yang bakal menimpa.. adakah lecturer itu baik, garang? Patient nya macamana? Kes yang senang atau susah?<br /><br />Apabila kita telah jauh dengan proses Tarbiyyah, maka niat kita utk menjadikan profession atau pelajaran kita sebagai wasilah/amal ibadah seringkali tersasar. Perasaan yang datang adalah perasaan yang tidak tenteram dan seterusnya menyebabkn kita hanya focus kepada duniawi sahaja. Kadangkala kita akan hanya akan memikirkan ttg exam dan bukan lagi kepada Islam yang tercinta. Apabila kita banyak fikir ttg duniawi, sesungguhnya kehidupan ini terasa sangat sempit & diri ini sangat selfish & mementingkan diri sendiri.<br /><br />Dan di sinilah ana ingin kembali balik kepada ayat ana yang awal, sesungguhnya islam ini adlh tinggi dan hidup utk menegakkan syiarnya adalah kehidupan yang sebenarnya.<br />Sesungguhnya peganglah kepada prinsip ini dan jadikanlh kehidupan ini kehidupan yang diredhai Allah. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486370521432163517.post-51467941913269028572010-05-17T13:03:00.002+08:002010-05-17T13:08:09.293+08:00Rantings from yesteryear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGH-1RHiXPyt3jz20Xy_ALP5CvIsqA5JU3nmmUx2BPDNyB1p78n9eq19QhHSfRURnEU9ZQBEEYLy727fndyymUl9jISj9JKGZbhj3P3RCUkqE0UmUVvixJyPKZSIwU8tZSOz4J8zECUE/s1600/clouds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101338325654130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGH-1RHiXPyt3jz20Xy_ALP5CvIsqA5JU3nmmUx2BPDNyB1p78n9eq19QhHSfRURnEU9ZQBEEYLy727fndyymUl9jISj9JKGZbhj3P3RCUkqE0UmUVvixJyPKZSIwU8tZSOz4J8zECUE/s400/clouds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Life is full of surprises…well, you can’t really say life per se…but Allah planned things to be like those you can’t really expect. I don’t know…it’s just that you never know what’s going to happen next..even though you tend to plan at times..mostly you don’t. though..But the thing is, it’s hard to know what’s next in your life.<br />Life is really full of tawakal ilallah…Only Allah holds your future..you can never grab ahold of it, even for a second.<br />With the science all in an uproar state..with all this canggih thingamajigs and stuff,...you tend to lose out a lot on faith. We have this canny ability to actually feel high above the creator sometimes. We’d never really say it at times, but you can see it..from how people act nowadays. It seems as if knowledge and going higher and achieving more advancement is the real gem in life. Nothing less, nothing more.<br />People just get this demented idea that that’s what life’s all about. Achievements & self galore. It’s always been like that, all through out the history. Ever since the time of nabi adam, I suppose. With the story of habil and qabil..just to proves us that’s it’s part of being a human. And the problem existed eversince forever I guess.<br />Maybe we don’t realize it, but in a way we do have that riak feeling in us. We feel as though that we were the one that cause some things to happen. We forget that everything happens with biiznillah. The only syarat to pass is that it must comes from Allah, never do we have the power to achieve anything lest Allah gives us the permission.<br />When people do lose out on the feeling of being weak, we tend to feel strong. We tend to feel like it’s up to us …everything is up to us. And we forgot the part that we are weak. When that happens..all hells break loose. I do mean that to be as grave as it sound.<br />Life lies in an intricate balance… needing some sort of a system to make it stay in that balance. When something happens, tipping the balance, life goes out of order.<br />And that’s something that we don’t’ want to see. But you know what, that thing is happening right now…in front of our very own eyes.<br />And the sad part is that we’re accepting that imbalance in life as if it’s something normal and not to consider that it is something out of the ordinary;.<br />We’re saying yes to all the stuff that’s not supposed to.<br />We’re adopting it part of our life.<br />We’re even propogating it to other people.<br />Even more tragic, we are becoming the generators of the imbalance of life.<br /><br />And what is that imbalance of life, you might ask..<br />Well..look around you…I might answer<br />You see the clouds around you..<br />You see the night coming after the day..<br />The day after the night..<br />The sun giving off sunshine so that life can propogate<br /><br />Still don’t understand?<br />Well, look harder still then..<br /><br />You see how beautiful the clouds are..<br />So fluffy and white..<br />The sun..so yellow and oh so bright<br />The nighttime..<br />Full of eerie & gives off a feeling of something that might lurks around you<br />That can’t be the imbalance…everything looks so in order..<br /><br />Yes..you are right..<br />It is in order..<br /><br />And again, what is that imbalance then?<br />Well,…look at the people around you , I say..<br /><br />I don’t dare to describe the people around me..<br />It’s full of vanity, materialism..and what nots..<br />Deception..lust..hedonism..<br />It’ s everywhere nowadays…<br /><br />Dunya has resided in the hearts of many men…a disease worth mentioning..<br />A disease of which there’s only one cure..<br /><br />And what might that cure be?<br />It’s really simple..really…<br />Okay…so let’s see then…<br />To cure the dirt that has tainted the hearts of men…<br />In other words to make it white again,..to clean it..<br />Using what?<br /><br />A detergent of utmost potency..a drug of high efficacy..<br />Something that is above the duniya..<br />The akhirah….<br />Iman…<br />Faith…<br /><br />Islam…Allah…<br /><br />All these mentioned…sounds familiar?<br />But how does it reside it in your heart?<br />The akhirah as reminder that it’s the world we’re going to live in after death<br />Iman as a source of power…a divine power to guide you in this forsaken world<br />Faith..as a place to hold on to in this twisted earth<br />Islam as a system to live onto..to hold onto..to be guided with..the only way of life<br />Allah..As th most benevolent …highly esteemed ..highly merciful creator of us all…<br />To Him only we owe our life…<br />And with this do we owe our balance of life..</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0