tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68283117061745754792024-02-20T00:30:32.318+08:00One Day at a TimeEasy to say but hard to do.. am trying to take everything ..one day at a timeHidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.comBlogger392125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-75146681934926489622013-12-11T15:42:00.000+08:002013-12-11T15:42:41.286+08:00A new beginning <div style="text-align: justify;">
It has been ages since I last penned (read: typed) anything in this blog. In my defense I have been super-duper busy. A quick recap:</div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Became Chief Editor of the Malaysian Medical Gazette <a href="http://www.mmgazette.com/">www.mmgazette.com</a></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">PhD preparations!</li>
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Oh yes...</div>
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I also got married last Saturday. To a wonderful guy named Azizul. Why do I say wonderful? Because he was willing to accept me for who I am & every piece of baggage that I carry with me, and of course because the kids adore him.</div>
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Initially the wedding was supposed to be a simple affair in Kuantan but then suddenly on Wednesday 4/12/13 80% of Kuantan was submerged under water. So we decided to move the nikah to Gombak. Sounds easy? It was not. In the space of 1.5 days my family managed to pull off a almost miraculous ceremony. We only got the approval from JAIS 4pm on Friday (the day before). Alhamdulillah, I am truly blessed with friends and family who rallied together to make this a reality. </div>
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We are also fortunate to have wonderful friends to help us clean up the destruction of a house flooded in knee-deep waters. Thank you so much. Honeymoon hutang ye? hehe</div>
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-67019847020134457772013-04-28T08:31:00.002+08:002013-04-28T08:31:31.046+08:00Big Bad Wolf in Kuantan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As soon as I found out that this was happening, I was like a kid waiting to go to Disneyland. I had missed out on the BBW sales in KL because of bad timing (I was always in Kuantan during those dates). Now, I did not have to go to the BBW but the BBW was coming to me! *Cue slightly deranged laughter </div>
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A few of us stopped by on the very first day during our lunch break. As I walked into that hall, I think my jaw was basically scraping the ground. There were so many books, as far as my eyes could see. The prices were ridiculously low (this coming from someone who only buys books at BookXcess!). Anyway, for that very short visit, my strategy was to just grab titles by authors that I knew and liked. I planned to return later to actually browse through the books more closely and buy based on catchy titles or interesting blurbs.</div>
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On Friday, once again I tried to visit my furry friend but for some reason it just didn't happen. Time just simply was not on my side (neither were any parking spaces). I ended up doing a couple of drive-bys while looking longingly at the huge building, envious of all the people walking out with their hauls.</div>
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Thankfully, I managed to drag my book loving parents and kids there on Saturday. My mum watched over the kids as they had free reign of the children's section, my dad had a great time in the history/politics/travel/design section and I finally got my wish to pick up any book that caught my eye. We spent almost 3 hours just browsing and adding books to our box (next time I'm definitely bringing a bag with wheels). It was a great experience. Our final haul (excluding my parents catch) was 45 books! When will we read them all? That is actually the least of my worries, my policy on books has always been "buy now, read whenever". A lecturer once told me we should never wait until we have time to read before buying a book, we should just make sure we have books to read whenever we are ready to read. </div>
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Thank you Big Bad Wolf for coming to Kuantan. Please come again!</div>
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-67771139311809030372013-04-11T15:35:00.001+08:002013-04-11T15:35:34.276+08:00Fly! DB ..Fly!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Today the TLC (Trainee Lecturers Clubhouse hehe) held a potluck/farewell for our friend Fadhilah (a.k.a. DB) who will be flying off to Reading University to pursue her PhD after Election Day. </div>
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I could sit here and tell you about the amazing food that everybody brought ...but I won't.</div>
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Or tell you all the stuff that we talked about ...but I won't.</div>
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What I will do instead is say.. some friendships last forever and this, Insya Allah, is one of those. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No LCD so our farewell presentation was only on my laptop hehe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DB giving her speech in tears ..everyone was also crying</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My personal farewell message to DB (on the presentation)<br /><br /><br />We will miss you DB but Insya Allah we will always stay in touch, who knows.. we might just come and visit you over there :)</td></tr>
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-3689356490366530652013-04-01T11:13:00.000+08:002013-04-01T11:43:02.196+08:00Happy Birthday Mak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Makes you smile when tears are streaming down your face</div>
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Stays up all night and waits until you fall asleep</div>
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Holds your hand and stays by your side</div>
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When everything around you is crumbling</div>
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No matter what happens in your life or hers</div>
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Will be there for you come what may</div>
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There are days that things happen, when my kids have a fever or are throwing tantrums, when I realise "Oh, so this is what my mother had to endure, bringing me up." It's true that they say, you never fully understand what your mother does until you have children of your own. Truly, my mother has done so much. Not only when I was growing up, for surely, I am only the person I am today, because of her but even now. I may not have turned out the way she planned, or imagined but I hope, that in some ways, I managed to be someone worthy of all her sacrifices and hard work. Hopefully, I can be as good a mother to my kids some day. May Allah bless her always and make me a better daughter to her Insya Allah.</div>
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Hamzah...<br />
is affectionate<br />
He loves to hug me<br />
Whenever he does something 'wrong' he would run up to me and throw his arms around me first so I wouldn't get mad,<br />
But most of the time he hugs me just because he loves me,<br />
I love these random acts of affection<br />
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Hamzah ..<br />
is funny<br />
He says the most hilarious things<br />
He always makes me smile ..<br />
I love his sense of humour<br />
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Hamzah...<br />
is observant<br />
He will notice that you re-arranged furniture or bought new shoes<br />
He comments on small fleeting things as we drive around in the car that everyone else missed<br />
I love his inquisitive mind<br />
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Hamzah...<br />
is considerate<br />
He remembers others when pouring that last drop of juice<br />
He always smiles and compliments me on my cooking even if it's the simplest dish<br />
He rushes to help out even before I finish asking<br />
I love his kind heart<br />
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Hamzah...<br />
is always cheerful<br />
He laughs and finds joy in things that are not even that funny<br />
He makes friends easily and is loved by all his teachers<br />
His stories help me see the wonder of this world from his eyes<br />
I love his good-natured personality<br />
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He is my baby. He always will be, regardless. For these reasons and many more, I love him.<br />
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A last minute trip to KL became the catalyst for an impromptu excursion to Pusat Sains Negara. The radio had been heralding the great Star Trek Exhibition for weeks now, and I was sure that the kids would enjoy it especially given their fascination with anything space related. Of course, they had no idea what Star Trek was, I gave them the basic summary in the car on the way over. People. Spaceship. Lost. Cannot get home. Aliens. The End. </div>
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My parents were also excited about the trip. Although, I would not classify them as Trekkies, suffice to say, they knew of the show. In fact, initially my dad passed on the trip because he had a mountain of student papers to mark but upon hearing that the exhibition was about Star Trek, he promptly decided to tag along.</div>
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We were quite relieved to see that there were not many people around, quite a different scene from the last time we were there for Dinosaurs Alive! and after catching the short but interesting Science Demonstration we finally managed to shepherd the kids up to the exhibition gallery (no easy task, given that PSN has so many interesting exhibits and games everywhere). I was prepared to journey where no man had gone before as continuously promised by Captain Kirk.</div>
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-57899257987558689462013-01-05T07:57:00.003+08:002013-01-05T07:57:55.914+08:00Nefertiti by Nick Drake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rahotep, a young Medjay detective from Thebes is summoned to the new capital Akhetaten. In essence, it was a death sentence for if he failed to complete his assignment, he and his beautiful family would be killed. The Great Changes have plunged the whole of Egypt in turmoil as the old Gods were banished to make way for the Sun God. At the helm of this new religion was the most famous and beautiful woman of the ancient world, Nefertiti, and her husband Akhenaten. However, Nefertiti vanishes just days before the biggest celebration of the new capital is about to take place. Rahotep has only ten days to find her or be sent on a one way trip to the Otherworld.</div>
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I chose this book because of it's mysterious cover and the fact that I am a closet history buff. Plus I enjoyed "The Mummy" movies, and ancient Egypt was an interesting era. The story itself lended a novel twist to historical fiction by incorporating element of detective thriller into the plot. The main character Rahotep is portrayed as the Medjay pioneer in forensic science, a young upstart developing strange techniques on his quest to solve mysteries. Of course his innovations are not taken seriously by those around him (reminds me of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow in that sense). With his back against the wall and the hourglass sand running out Rahotep has no choice but to use all his ingenuity to navigate the sprawling maze of the city, the political intricacies of ancient Egypt's rich and powerful to find a missing Queen. With the threat of a most torturous death looming over his head, he has no choice but to succeed but almost no hope of doing so.</div>
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I find little fault with the book except that some parts seemed too well orchestrated, in the sense that, at times it was slightly too obvious which direction the author wished to direct us. Some of the smokescreens and red herrings seemed, to me personally, manufactured or conjured and did not manage to truly throw the course of the investigation while maintaining the illusion that the main character was on track. Instead they felt like momentary diversions from the main plot, and I found myself tempted to simply skip to when he was back on track. I guess, I believe that truly great mysteries should leave you constantly guessing and the reader should never anticipate the twist but simply be propelled against it unknowingly. However, this minor flaw, probably experienced only by me, did not detract from a very good story.</div>
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-34930259412182644142013-01-01T08:13:00.000+08:002013-01-01T08:13:17.025+08:00Lessons from my father<div style="text-align: justify;">
As I sit and think and try to write down the many lessons he has taught me over the years, I find myself ill equipped to do so. The list is far too long and any jottings that I may eventually produce would surely not do him justice. My father is a remarkable man. I may be biased in saying this, but I believe it to be true. </div>
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He started from the most humble of beginnings, as a poor boy in a remote village in Sarawak, but ended up a Professor Emeritus in his chosen field, still as humble as he was when he started. So perhaps, one of the biggest lessons he has taught me is never to give up, despite the odds. </div>
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He treats everyone with the same respect regardless of their station in life. He is as comfortable among his peers as he is with his supporting staff and random people off the street. So perhaps, one of the biggest lessons he has taught me is to look beyond a person's title or exterior and recognize the value each person adds to my life.</div>
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He has never been one to make grand gestures of affection, instead often doing just little things to show he cares. Be it a gift from a foreign land or a bunch of fresh flowers from the local wet market. No matter where he is, he keeps his family with him. So perhaps, one of the biggest lessons he has taught me is to value my family, for they are my greatest treasures.</div>
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In truth, I have perhaps disappointed him in more ways than I care to mention. Surely, he wished a different life for his only daughter than the one I am living now. At this time when he deserves to sit back and do nothing, I have caused him worry and uncertainty. Even through this he has been my rock, unwavering in his trust that everything happens for a reason. As he held my hand when I first learned to walk, he must do so now, as I learn to walk again. So perhaps, one of the biggest lessons he has taught me is loyalty. That those who truly love us will never leave us.</div>
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Happy Birthday Abah</div>
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Last month I received an S.O.S from one of my fellow trainee lecturer friends in IIUM, Dr Solah. He asked me if I could replace him as a guest speaker for a programme at CUCMS. They needed someone to talk about preclinical Masters & PhD as an option for medical doctors who are interested in pursuing postgraduate degrees. I agreed, albeit rather tentatively. My relationship with public speaking is a strange one. Though I love talking to people and enjoy the adrenaline rush of being able to hold the attention of a crowd, my pre-event jitters and nerves usually sky rocket to insanely high levels. </div>
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As it was in this case, I was nervous the whole week prior to the event. Mostly because the Course would take place on unfamiliar territory, this was the first time I had officially been invited as a speaker and the sheer caliber of the other speakers. Some of them were Professors whom I had immense respect for, great men in their respective fields and dynamic speakers and motivators.</div>
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I set about preparing my slides in my own style. Simple, straight to the point and with the highest visual impact that my less than artistic talents could muster. I prefer not to cram words onto my slides. Instead, I use key words and phrases, present them in a visually stimulating (I hope) layout and elaborate on them. </div>
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I started showing my slides to other lecturers and colleagues and their feedback helped me to fine tune the content. As fellow Basic Medical Science people, they too were invested in this effort to introduce our slice of life to young doctors out there. </div>
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I arrived at CUCMS around lunch time, just in time to see the participants, HOs and MOs, swarm the panel of Clinical Master students of various fields after their slot. My IIUM juniour, Dr Naim had also given a talk regarding Membership exams and was inundated with questions from eager young doctors. </div>
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After lunch, I got to listen to talks from the other speakers including my IIUM senior Lt Col Dr Arshil who talked about the current MINDEF options, Aviation Medicine, Underwater Medicine and Military Medicine. His video clips and stories of all the missions conducted by military doctors was enthralling. Kudos to them for their contributions and efforts. Dr Suriyakhtun was also very compelling in her passionate explanation and defense of complimentary and alternative medicine. I must admit, I am one of the many skeptical doctors when in comes to this branch of the medical family tree. However, I applaud her for her passion and scientific efforts in making sure that more information is available to not just the public but to other doctors out there. I whole heartedly agree that we have no right to ignore or belittle anything about which we know nothing about.</div>
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The highlight of the afternoon was the opportunity to listen to Prof Latiff again. He is a cardiologist and the current Dean of Medicine at CUCMS. He is an amazing person, who as a medical student had an idea to set up a medical school that would be fun. He realized that dream in CUCMS, he said. Listening to his life journey and stories, he managed to evoke this sense of hope in all of us. Namely, that if we have a dream or vision and we work towards it, with faith in Allah, insyaAllah it can become reality. The last time I heard him speak was when I was in 5th year medical school, at that time, I felt the possibilities were endless. Life, has made me jaded and less optimistic perhaps, but sitting there, listening to him talk, once again I felt that untainted feeling of hope for the future.<br />
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Somewhere in between these speakers was my slot. Alhamdulillah, I think I did quite well. I managed to convey not only facts and information regarding pre-clinical Masters & PhD but hopefully allowed the audience to widen their horizons. In the end, it comes down to what we want to do as doctors and as Muslims, BMS (basic medical science) lecturers, not only get to still be doctors on their own schedule but are fortunate enough to be involved in the foundations of future doctors and help to increase the pool of knowledge. Although, there was no frenzy of participants excitedly mobbing me to ask about being a pre-clinical lecturer, several participants did approach me for further information after the programme, even as I was walking back to my car. </div>
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I am perhaps most touched by the feeling of friendship and solidarity that the organizing committee exuded and somehow managed to rub off on me, a total stranger in their midst. They treated me like an old friend and made me feel very welcome. Especially Dr Dalila, Dr Aneesa & Dr Yusuf, although, I am sure that if given more time, I would have felt the same way about all of them. I would have to say, the last time I felt this way was back in my medical school days when I still believed that I could truly make a difference in this world. Perhaps, this chance meeting with people who still believe will refuel my passion. Thank you to IMAM MOSIT (Islamic medical association Malaysia, Medical officers and specialists in training) for inviting me. </div>
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-3634321486783351422012-10-21T11:36:00.001+08:002012-10-21T11:40:46.247+08:00UKM 40th Convocation Ceremony || My Masters degree (finally)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alhamdulillah, yesterday was the 40th Convocation Ceremony in UKM. I was there to receive my Masters degree in pharmacology. It was a very memorable day.</div>
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Thank you to my parents and brother for supporting me and my beautiful kids for being my inspiration. Also all my friends and extended family who made sure that the journey, though tough at times, was never lonely. It was not about the piece of paper, in the end it's about those who help you believe that anything is possible.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Ezura and Dahlia, thank you for keeping me company (congrats to Asrul for his Clinical Masters)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Mali & Nizar #teampharmaco (congrats Nizar for his PhD)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">UKM Wondergirls #teampharmaco with Mali & Shar (thank you Shar for the teddy bear bouquet & for making all those years at UKM memorable)<br />
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To my fellow trainees at IIUM, thank you guys too, am so lucky to have such wonderful colleagues and friends.<br />
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Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-7977061944509756422012-10-11T10:18:00.002+08:002012-10-21T11:36:46.504+08:00This is Yousof and I love him for it - Happy BirthdayHe wakes up every day at 6 am, brushes his teeth and makes wudhu'<br />
He prays Subuh with me every morning<br />
He takes a shower and puts on his uniform by himself<br />
He takes a bowl, a spoon, a carton of milk and eats his morning cereal or oatmeal as I tend to his siblings,<br />
He puts on his kopiah, glasses, socks and shoes and watches out for the school bus,<br />
He salams my hand and I kiss him on the forehead and send him to the bus,<br />
He comes home from school and immediately showers, packs a little snack for himself as we head back to my office in the afternoon,<br />
He is tired from a long day at school so he falls asleep on the 10 minute trip to my office,<br />
He quietly plays on the computer as I finish up my work and we go to pick up his siblings at Educare,<br />
He reminds everybody to pray jama'ah and recite the Quran,<br />
He helps me set the table for dinner,<br />
He compliments my cooking regardless of whatever simple dish he is served and thanks me for making it,<br />
He does his homework even though his younger siblings are running around and having fun,<br />
He understands why I don't let them watch tv on a school night,<br />
He helps me pack his books for school,<br />
He brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed while I try to wrangle the other 2 to do the same,<br />
He is so sleepy each night but he waits for me to salam and kiss him goodnight<br />
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He took sahur during Ramadhan with me and had iftar with me so that I was not alone,<br />
He notices when I am tired or when I have not yet eaten,<br />
He holds my hand when we walk together<br />
He loves me unconditionally<br />
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For all these reasons and many more .. I love him<br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOUSOF AMEEN </div>
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May Allah reward you for being such a good boy and may you grow up to be the best that you can be </div>
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I haven't actually picked up a book in over 2 months. For me, that is a very long time. It has been really hectic lately, and trying to squeeze in some recreational reading has been impossible. After prompting from both a close friend and my boss, I decided that I would finally give in and try listening to an audiobook.</div>
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I'm not exactly sure what I have against audiobooks but I guess it's mostly because growing up, I had always thought audiobooks were for children, really old people, the blind or illiterate. I realize now that this was a misconception. Audiobooks were in fact invented for people like me, people who love to read but simply do not have the luxury of "switching off" the rest of the world and doing so.</div>
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Deciding what my first audiobook would be was fairly easy. My friend recommended Bossypants and I thought it would probably be as good a choice as any. First of all, there are a few things I have to state. I do not watch 30 Rock. I know it's a breakout comedy that has a truckload of Emmys, and I have seen a few episodes. I find the humour too coarse and myself unsuited to watch it. Secondly, although I know who Tina Fey is I have not seen the Sarah Palin SNL sketch or watched her movie with that guy from The Office. So although, I knew who the author was vaguely, there really was no reason for me to listen to this book other than there was no other book in particular that I wanted to listen to instead.</div>
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I listened to this book early in the morning during my quietest but busiest time (5 am- 6 am) while I hung the laundry out to dry, ironed clothes and folded laundry. After 6am my house becomes a chaotic tornado of trying to get three kids ready before school. </div>
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The experience was quite enjoyable. It was multi-tasking without feeling like an octopus. It was also nice that my quiet time was less quiet. </div>
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The book itself was good. It was a biography of an interesting woman who was also funny. Of course, I did not agree with many of her opinions or views but her comic way of telling her own story was very enjoyable. Perhaps her greatest asset was her ability to make fun of herself. </div>
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In the end I am glad that I tried this out despite my reservations. The only probable downside is, now the tiny voice in my head sounds exactly like Tina Fey!</div>
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After safely reaching Segamat, trying to find a hotel that had a pool proved to be impossible. Why the pool? Well, when it comes to hotels, my kids don't care about the size of the room, the variety of the breakfast buffet or whether or not there is free wi-fi, all they look forward to is to splash around in a pool. So we headed off to Gunung Ledang Resort which was just 45 minutes away from Segamat.</div>
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We reached there around 4pm and there were so many people trudging up from the visitors car park up to the hiking and waterfall area. Entry was pretty cheap, just RM 2 per car, RM 1 per adult and RM 0.50 per child. No wonder people were flocking in. </div>
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The next morning after breakfast, we made our way up the trail to the waterfall. We didn't hike far because of the kids but just looked out for a spot that would be suitable to have a little fun in the water. The kids had a lot of fun wading in the cool, beautiful, pristine water. They loved the natural pool and the little fish swimming with them. They even pretended that all the small rapids were leaks and tried to plug them, not very successfully of course. It was truly a wonderful morning spent relaxing and enjoying nature.</div>
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I would love to say that the place was beautiful because it truly was but the biggest drawback was still the human factor. More precisely, littering. I shuddered to see how inconsiderate and irresponsible people can be. Mostly, they just left all their rubbish here and there despite the ample number of rubbish bins provided. I do not know how people can leave everything from polystyrene bowls, food wrappers, plastic bags to used diapers just lying around and some even make their way into the stream. Come on! With the heavy traffic of people visiting the place (there must have been thousands over the few hours we were there), imagine what will happen if everyone does this. I would not want any foreign tourist to visit because honestly, it was an embarrassment. </div>
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I did not take any pictures of the heaps of rubbish because that is not how I want to remember our visit there but I sincerely hope that some action can be taken soon. If not, the beautiful waterfall, stream, and trails will just be another rubbish dump. It would be a real shame, because we really had a great time there except for those eyesores.</div>
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Yesterday was the first time for this Ramadhan that we had people over to the house for Iftar. For understandable reasons, I can't invite people more often (read: overwhelmed). So I was very happy to have my close friends Huda and DB (and their kids) over because as working mothers themselves, I knew they would understand and not expect too much. Since all of our kids would be there, we decided the theme for food would be "what our kids would eat" (note: there was even a loaf of bread and a jar of Nutella on standby). To make things easier we did a pot luck, so all I had to prepare was some spaghetti. </div>
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However, as always, Murphy's law also came to dine. While I was frantically cooking the sauces, there was a little pfft.. and my gas stove went out. Thankfully, I had the Petronas number on hand to call. My guests did arrive before the delivery guy though but since we still had plenty of time, things worked out well in the end.</div>
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As we waited for Maghrib, the kids had a great time playing with each other, since most of them are "classmates". There was of course Yousof, Aishah and Hamzah (mine), Huzaifah and Habib (Huda's) and Farhana and Shahmi (DB's), also recently dubbed as The Tarawikh Gang. Huzaifah was quickly the centre of attention as both the girls were intent on getting his attention haha.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagine my house after 7 kids- thanks for cleaning up kids!</td></tr>
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The only exception I will make to this rule is to say that the only non-simple item on our menu last night were nested pavlovas baked by Huda. They were delicious and light and just delightful. So if you guys are in Kuantan and are craving for a pavlova fix, she's definitely your gal. Me? I saved a piece in my fridge and can't wait to eat it today hehe.</div>
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Three days into this blessed month and all is well Alhamdulillah. My parents spent the first two days of Ramadhan with us. Yousof has been stellar and managed to fast both days despite temptations from his younger siblings. </div>
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Harry Silver is a lucky man, the problem is, he doesn't know it. Or appreciate it. One foolish night and his perfect life is down the drain. Only then does he begin to realize what is truly important in life.</div>
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The story in itself was predictable but the writing made the story come to life. A friend told me that I would be able to see things from a guy's perspective by reading this book and in some ways I did. There were some really touching moments in the book and Harry's relationship with the other characters were very well explored especially his bond with his father.</div>
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I think many people who read this book will be moved by it but as good a read as it was, in the end I was not swayed. I found it very hard to feel sympathy or empathy for Harry, especially since his story is so common. There are numerous husbands (and wives) out there who take their life, their marriage and their kids for granted. They wake up every day to the same routine and instead of counting their blessings, see only monotony. They forget to notice the small (and big things) that other people do each day just so their lives can be exactly what it is. They do not realize that it takes teamwork and when one person feels none of the stress or pressure of keeping everything as it should be, it usually means that the other person is straining under the sheer weight by themselves. Most of all, they cannot imagine how lucky they are to have a beautiful family until it is taken away.</div>
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A romantic picnic turns into a great tragedy within the blink of an eye and that was just the beginning. Little did Joe know that a chance encounter with a random event could trigger something deeper, darker and beyond his understanding. When things start spinning out of control, nobody believes him because he barely believes it himself.</div>
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This book was lent to me by my Head of Department. The initiating event in the chapter was indeed shocking in it's sheer randomness. Without giving too much away, what followed was also quite strange. The book covers the topic of obsession quite well, especially from the perspective of the victim and the impact it has on his life. </div>
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The build up was not as intense as I would have liked, mainly because I felt that although the stalker-victim relationship was described in great length with both the psychological and emotional aspect addressed, not enough actual events took part to solidify the feeling of impending threat. Perhaps Daniel Craig brought more life to it in the movie.</div>
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</div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-24610570530310578922012-07-07T14:28:00.001+08:002012-07-07T14:34:58.921+08:00IIUM Educare Sports (hot) day: Tears, Sweat & Wardrobe Malfunctions<div style="text-align: justify;">
After days of hearing how fast everyone can run, pick up balls and basically smoke the competition, Sports Day finally arrived. This year, instead of being held in the Indoor Sports Complex, the venue was the under the scorching sun at the Stadium.</div>
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We'll do better next year Hamzah... next year...InsyaAllah. </div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-41655929187324617522012-06-21T16:06:00.000+08:002012-06-21T16:15:54.366+08:00Exams and results<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think, I am not as stressed about him doing well as some other parents might be, but I do want him to do his best and achieve his full potential. I'm not quite sure how my parents made me enjoy school work but it truly is a challenge to keep a 6 year old focused on anything for more than four minutes, especially when his younger siblings are running around the house. So I just do the best I can to make sure that I am there to supervise his homework, keep his lessons interesting and reward him for his efforts. Hopefully, he will continue to do well and succeed. Ameen.</div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-1713392550653637772012-05-30T13:24:00.001+08:002012-05-30T13:24:22.213+08:00The Darkest Evening of the Year by Dean Koontz<br />
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Amy Redwing rescues dogs and she is never conventional in her methods. In her passion to help 'man's best friend' she often finds herself in precarious situations. Along for the ride is her boyfriend, more for moral support than a sidekick. While rescuing these dogs they realize that both of them are also running from a dark past, from which they can only rescue each other.</div>
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<b>Rating:</b> 3.5/5</div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-27657790962066265802012-05-28T16:01:00.001+08:002012-05-28T16:03:09.425+08:00Oh no! We're too short<div style="text-align: justify;">
Last weekend we headed off to KL since my brother and his family was coming all the way from Sarawak for the school holidays. Since they were scheduled to arrive on Sunday, we had to decide what we were going to do with ourselves on Saturday. </div>
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After a nice breakfast at my favourite roti canai place, Abah decided to take us to Genting. So off we went, through those winding roads. Climbing higher and higher, the kids were so excited to find themselves up in the clouds.<br />
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The kids had a great time, and I was happy. </div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-85631726676491120102012-05-24T16:35:00.001+08:002012-05-24T16:40:18.935+08:00Lab rats<div style="text-align: justify;">
The first year medical students had their pharmacology lab these past 2 days. As a trainee lecturer I was at hand to help out any way I could. This consisted mostly of answering questions, some of which I knew and some I did not. I do not remember this particular experiment when I was in medical school except that instead of lab rats, my batch used cats. Thankfully, our feline friends are no longer volunteered for this task. </div>
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The thing about experiments is that the results never quite turn out as expected. I think all the trainees had a harder time explaining why things went wrong than we would have had if the results were right. Another recurring theme for these sessions is the fact that despite wearing my ID, medical students love calling me "Kak". Hmmm... I'm beginning to think this will only stop once I start giving lectures. All in all, it was an educational experience for me, and I hope for the students too. </div>
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Mr Ali did not like being retired. It was boring. So he set up a marriage bureau. What better way to find the perfect match for people than to consult Ali's Marriage Bureau for Rich People. Especially since everyone has so many specific requirements. Yes, consulting Mr Ali was a sure way of finding the perfect spouse, even when you're not looking for one.</div>
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This was a simple, sweet book. The characters were nice, honest people who wanted simple things in life like finding a good husband or wife. Mr Ali, Mrs Ali and his assistant Aruna come off as very pleasant and helpful people, with a positive outlook on life and a good sense of humour regardless of their own troubles. Aruna's story also made me smile.</div>
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<i>It's a dream, and poor people cannot afford dreams.</i></div>
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<b>Rating:</b> 4/5</div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-1172093349872223432012-04-30T13:20:00.001+08:002012-04-30T13:20:28.102+08:00The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan<div style="text-align: center;">
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Ruth Young does not get on well with her elderly mother LuLing. Growing up, sometimes she was secretly ashamed of her old-fashioned mother who made her feel different from other kids. Even as an adult, they constantly disagree about the simplest of things. When her mother starts ailing and forgetting things, the relationship becomes more strained. LuLing tries hard to communicate with her daughter by telling Ruth about her own story and how she came to America. She feels that through this story, filled with sadness and tragedy, can Ruth finally understand who she really is. In a race against time and the disease that will claim her memories forever, unfolds a story of family, sacrifice and love.</div>
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Unlike The Joy Luck Club, this book did not enthrall or captivate me. It was an average read but felt slightly bland in parts. Some of the chapters were good but wading through the others was akin to looking for the fruit cocktail in bowls of custard. </div>
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<b>Rating: </b>3/5</div>Hidayah Ismawihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11275222781123143651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828311706174575479.post-61601718049892821052012-04-16T11:20:00.000+08:002012-04-16T11:20:34.698+08:00Petrosains Playsmart, Kuantan<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first question that my youngest son Hamzah always asks whenever it is the weekend is "Where are we going?" After a few weekends, you can guess that the actual places to go have more or less dwindled. Last weekend, I found inspiration from my daughter Aishah's school trip. We decided to go to Petrosains Playsmart in Tanjung Lumpur.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Armed with a Google map and a 4 1/2 year old navigator, we set off after a hearty breakfast. Signage to the Kompleks Yayasan Pahang building was atrocious but we plouged on after the Tanjung Lumpur bridge full of optimism. We were relieved to spot an official looking building just in time to hear Aishah say "There it is!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since it was quite early, we were the only people there except for a group of teenagers on a school trip doing Math exercises in the corner. The kids were delighted to see all the exhibits and had a great time trying each one. Even the adults had an interesting time trying to figure out the puzzles and playing the games. Most of the exhibits worked and were well maintained. There was no gift shop to stop off and buy fridge magnets to add to our collection though. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All in all, a fun and educational place close to home. We'll be back soon! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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