One week Holiday!

Thank gawd I took a whole week of holiday. A tiring week of basic medical sciences course in UM. Gosh, only if anyone can understand how stressed I am about the course and the exam that is coming up in a few months. A really tiring week full of ups and downs.

The heart desires to be a specialist so badly. Especially after finding out someone i idolize was in the TV discussing about an awesome surgical case. I really wanna be somebody someday. I really do.

Also, the heart is split now. I dont know what happened to me. Had a big fight with my bestfriend. A bestfriend that I have been dedicating this blog to all this while. The bestfriend that encourages me to write a blog whenever I am lonely and lost. The bestfriend that I wanted to tell all my secrets to. But I doubt he reads it now. I doubt he remembers this. But thats not the point.

The point is:
This time its about what I did wrong.
Its about broken promises.
Its about betrayal.
Im afraid of losing him.
Im afraid he wouldnt want me anymore.

And the whole conclusion to this all:
I've go one week holiday to figure this all out. Thank gawd.

English?

IELTS? TOEFL? MUET? Whats the point of this all.
Cant wait to get this over with.

Woot woot

My lappie is back on track. Yay!!! The joy of replacing that crooked old cable is just like I got myself a brand new Macbook. Pffft. But still weee. Now I can go online in my lonely cold office and start blogging again.

Say hello again to thisisizzy!

Read this.

You cried and I dont know what to do. But I know one thing is sure,
I never want to lose you.

... i just want you to know.

Dear stranger,

I have been staring at you without you even realizing it. I looked away when you look back. But, no. You don't notice it. You see me but you weren't looking at me.
I would have maximize every communication we have with each other. But I was too shy that i walked away too fast, letting the only opportunity goes to waste.
I could tell you how awesome you are, but who am I to you.
I want to talk to you. But I don't know how. You were always around people and I just don't seem to stand out.
You are too perfect. You are fun to be around. Your every move makes me smile.
Look at me. Talk to me. Smile at me. Cause I so longed for it.
Please, read this.

Oh dear. I think I'm falling again. But to a stranger I have known all along.

KAFTANS FOR RAYA: anyone?

Hello & Good Day.

A week of Ramadan has gone by, and I am sure everyone is all hyped up for Aidilfitri preparation. I know what goes into deciding to wear what where & when for this upcoming Eid, and all the hassle you have to go through during this fasting Festive season. Which is why I want to take up some of my precious time, and yours too, to ease the process by providing you with the latest trend for this year's Eid: Kaftans! ; and the opportunity for you to browse through these beautiful kaftans, and after some clicks here and there, the next thing you know, your outfit for Eid will be ready at your doorstep. So, make a date with these kaftans and look stunningly classy on this Aidilfitri :)

The kaftans’ sleek silhouette and intricate detailing display classic sophistication that is perfect for those who want to retain a sense of tradition with a dose of contemporary style.

They are guaranteed of the highest quality with affordable prices. Fabric of Kaftan is the finest chiffon; soft, breezy and elite. Fret not about the sizes, because it fits ALL sizes. They have an inner string tie inside that you can shape according to your silhouette.

Kaftan Agnes

Agnes (purple)

Agnes (white)

Kaftan Agnes available in purple and white. 

Exclusive chiffon. 

Inner not included.

Fits UK6-UK14. 

RM 180

Kaftan Melati

Melati (black)

Melati (fuschia) 

Melati (red)

Melati (white)

Kaftan Melati is available in black, fuschia, red and white.

Soft chiffon. 

Inner not included.

Fits UK6-UK14. 

RM 180

Kaftan Salsa Manset

Salsa manset (purple)

Salsa manset (turqoise) 

Salsa manset (yellow)

Salsa manset (maroon)

Kaftan Salsa Manset is available in purple, turqoise, yellow, maroon.

Soft chiffon. 

Inner IS included.

Fits UK6-UK14. 

RM 190

These kaftans are brand new. They are ready stock and very limited. So, be the first to grab them and stand out & be classy this Aidilfitri.

Price does not include postage and additional RM7 is required for poslaju. We provide COD at certain areas. Do inform us if you have any preference and meet-up can be discussed. 

Below are the details of contact person for order and inquiries. 

General inquiry    - syahirawrrr@gmail.com
Klang valley area - Syahirah 0127045514 (owner)

Melaka area        - Diyana 0122879505

Kuantan area      - Izzati 0127825313 (thats me)

Kuching, Sarawak - Fadzily 0168903608

Otherwise, drop me a comment with your name & contact no, and i will get back to you as soon as I can. Or better, visit the facebook page. :)

Happy shopping.

Those who teach, do better!

Most people believe with the saying that those who cant do, teach. That, to be frank, is totally ridiculous! At least in medical and dentistry. Or health for that matter.

You see, after graduating about 2 years ago, i was immediately registered as a dentist under a registered body and was posted to Kuching for specialty rotation. Well, being a first year dental officer, of course I thought I learned a lot during my specialty postings. And i did, actually. Especially in hospital attachment. Getting first-hand training in OTs, something that, to some grad dentists, would find a little bit alien because lack of exposure during the first year attachment because of discrimination and inadequate confidence of specialists towards them. I, however, enjoyed handling trauma cases, toileting and suturing wounds, stabilize fractured bones, learning about cancer and tumours in moutn. Because of the wide variety of cases i saw during my rotation in Sarawak gen hospital. And of course not forgetting these very helpful and supportive specialists who are not so stingy about sharing experience and knowledge. Unlike other specialists in other parts of the country. I love and enjoyed every minute and second of my specialty rotation. Ive got my doubts and worries and recklessness during my oncalls but I managed well. Many thanks again to a very good support system from colleagues, staffs and friends back in Kuching.

After a year of completing specialty postings, i was sent out for general dental practice. Out, in a district, 3 hours drive away from Kuching. Needless to go back to the timeline again, cutting the story short, i was unhappy in Betong. Discrimination by the superiors, and the feeling like i dont belong there because I cant speak Iban (thats a funny reason to go, i might say). It was depressing that it strikes to me that I need to get away to improve myself in the field of dentistry. Of course the other reason for my leaving is because there is no development. I felt static and I dont learn that much because the other superiors are being too competitive, when they shouldnt, actually. So, I thought to myself, its now or I'll suffer these doom.

Way back then, before I even decided to explore Sarawak, i had my plans of joining the university healthcare setting as an academician. I cant quite clarify the reason why I wanted to join the university. But to some people, those who become academicians, chose that because they cant perform clinically. Obviously there are totally wrong about it. You cant be an academician if you cant perform in the first place. Because to become an academician in health, means you have to be the pioneer. Academicians are the reference point to future health delivery. Every knowledge has to be tip top. Every clinical performance, judgement, decision, is being watched and learned by fellow students. And that is not something that is easy to maintain. Mentally, spiritually, physically, emotionally, you've got to be ready. The main responsibility of a healthcare academician is guiding newbies, making sure that they are to be release with sound knowledge and a good practice. It seems no biggie. But, that is only easier said than done. And I think, after writing this blog down, that is the reason i chose and decided to join university, to become an academician. To challenge myself. Not to run away from the district, but rather running away from ignorance & injudiciousness.

So, now, here I am, in school of dentistry, iium, as a trainee lecturer. Aimed and dream big of becoming oral maxfac surgeon. Because my surgeon back then, said so. Thanks, Dr Lani.

Now, dont be scared. Dentistry is painless. Er, rephrasing, Surgery is painless! :)

I cant remember what case this was, and who captured it.

And this is me and colleagues just doing nothing in the surgery.

Photos from when I was in Kuching. A one year++ exciting journey that was cut short. I miss Kuching!

Nonetheless,

We invariably tell each other, and our students, that the academic tripod consists of patient care, teaching and research. In fact, in the real world where science is performed and medicine is practised, a better understanding of the academic tripod might be: "If its new, its not true; if its true, its not important; but if its new and its true and its important, then we knew it all along." - Phil Gold, 1995

Dulang girls is a must in every girls dream wedding. Or is it?

"why not? your wedding will end up dull and will seem like you don't have friends" - was my sister's respond when i told her i don't intend or wish to have dulang girls on my wedding.

The conversation begins when we were on our way back home from visiting her friend's newborn baby. I started asking her when her turn to get hitched is. Somehow, that short conversation deviates to about bridesmaids in weddings. She mentioned that few names are already in mind to be her dulang girls. 

Dulang girls for Awal Ashaari and Scha Al-Yahya Reception

Bridesmaids, a.k.a dulang girls, or sometimes we can call them flower girls, are just young pretty girls solely selected by the bride herself, typically her special friends or sisters, to be a part of the wedding party. Bridesmaids are thought to be responsible in attending the wedding ceremony and to assist the bride on the day of the wedding. They dress in unison, they held flowers or dulang, and most often, they had to pose with the married couple in the bridal photos. The more bridesmaids you have in a wedding signifies a family’s social status and wealth, and how grand the wedding party would be. For some, it is a pleasure to be called for a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding.

Personally, I regard bridesmaids, a.k.a dulang girls, as just another unnecessary minor element in a wedding, apart from the principal constituent of a wedding itself: wedding dress, wedding ring, and the whole wedding reception. It seems to just be another opportunity to show off the family’s social status and wealth, and partly, how famous and likeable the bride is to have a lot of friends supporting her wedding. 


I dont intend on having a huge wedding reception, and bridesmaids are not even an exclusive. Reason no. 1, wedding reception itself is already financially exhausting. To sponsor for their unison dresses is overwhelming. No one should look fancier or as fancy as you at the wedding. They should not be treated like a queen. They should not be the attention. Because, seriously, when you portray your wedding photos surrounded by beautiful bridesmaids, people don't look at how pretty the bride is. They look at the next potential bride-to-be among the bridesmaids. And in the end, wedding is about the bride and groom. Not bridesmaids. 


But, the choice is yours. 

I just love you.

Words demand explanation. They require analysis. They are the construction and expression of my thoughts. Of my heart. But they can't describe it. They can't describe any of it. They can't tell you how deep the memories are, or how often I think of them. They can't scream what I really want to say. They are the mask of how I really feel and they try to disguise the pain. But somehow, someone will strip it away. And someone will make those words worthless.

So what is a word worth? Nothing. What are three words worth? Nothing. But we say them anyway, because you know! You know more than anyone what they mean. You know when I say I love you, I really mean that those three words can't describe what it is we have. When I say you're amazing, I know the word is just a cover; a quick way for me to remember all the things that amaze me about you, a mask for the memories we share, a disguised version of our adventures together. And I really believe that you know, when I say I miss you, it's not just that. I miss you every moment, and I miss just what your name means to me. It means an alphabet of sounds and letters and words. But none of them really mean anything, because words are based on trust, they rely on how truly and deeply we feel.

Remember, always, that they don't mean anything, they are letters and they are constructions, but we deconstruct them every day and we twist them; we manipulate them so that they say what we want them to. But no word, no shape, no photograph could ever begin to explain even a little bit of how I feel.

Much love.

Speaking of unhealthy lifestyle...

Well, yesterday, I began blogging again. And it strikes to me that i havent been living a healthy lifestyle since I moved out from Kuching. I havent been regularly jogging. In fact, last i remembered, I only jogged once since I really moved out from Kuching and that was one lonely stressful night, exactly a week before my Royal college of surgeons exam. I flunked, by the way. Hope I can retake and pass the exam. I have been continuing the revision.

Speaking of living life unhealthily, I have been eating foods that are too sweet for my bloodstream, and too fattening fod my tummy and hips. Junk foods and fast foods are becoming a regular meal. And i vow to myself I will restrain from all these things that are corrupting my life. I am planning to get myself a real weight scale, but i havent really got the chance to get it.

Anyway, i jogged this morning. While everyone in the city being overly ambitious, rushing to work, here i am in this small town called Indera Mahkota, having a nice stroll of morning fresh air. Ahh, so serene! Well, after a reckless weekend with eating, restless nights thinking that my tummy are getting flabbier, I finally am able to force myself to get up at 6, to prepare myself for a freshful morning jog. I forgot how great it feels like to be doing this, once upon a time. Im planning to get myself some breakfast, before i really starve for lunch. And hopefully, with this blogspot standing by me, I keep myself straight, forward, and positive towards aiming my 30 wishlists.

30 before 30

I recently found this blog post entitled 30 before 30 while I was blog-hopping on a boring Sunday. It speaks of accomplishments, inspiration, just the will to live. It inspires me to write again, after so many months of abandoning the blogging world.

On a typical Sunday noon, I would be reading, focusing on my studies. But not today. As of today, I'm blog hopping as i happily would, googling the images of twinkle twinkle little lights. I have always loved colorful, twinkling lights at night. I remember I would get really excited when my parents would bring us out at night for a drive to the city, to look at the lights hanging on the trees & roadsides, and the tall buildings with lights. I friggin love them. 

At this age (I’m 25 now, another 4 months to hit 26), I dreamed of having my own house, designing them as vintage as I could, and would love every angle of the house that I would live in with a person that I love, tolerable enough to live as modest as we want. There’s this lovely image that I have in my head that I can’t wait to let it out and make them a reality. I imagine my life beyond 30. I marvel a lot on what I could accomplish, what I wish to possess, how I fancy my life joyfully. I picture the serenity of the environment surrounding me, with a lovely husband, and children (in God’s will), a respected career. That’s where I want to be. Nowhere luxurious but nowhere deprived. Just somewhere in between, something humble.
But then again, I’m only 25. And I have a few wish lists: 30 before 30. 

Another 5 years to achieve these wish lists. Its quite impossible as I am an ambitious, dream big type of person, hence I decided to extend it till maybe 45.

1. Get a Master’s Degree in OMFS (hopefully by 32).
2. Bring Mama travel back to Edinburgh.
3. Buy a house and design it vintage.

4. Travel to Europe with a lover.

5. Be able to afford an awesome sports car, like the bimmers M series.
6. Be financially stable. 300K, health insurance, savings, all that jazz.
7. Marry the man I love and can’t see myself being with anyone else.
8. Have kids and teach them how to be awesome.

9. Run a successful business with a partner (aka husband).
10. Honeymooning at the Maldives island.
11. Build and design my own backyard garden with twinkling lights.
12. Run a marathon.
13. Make myself comfortable wearing the hijab.
14. Have a flat abs.
15. Throw an amazing dinner party at home, and have cooked all the food myself and design the theme myself.


16. Learn to love the hot weather. Or at least, not hate it.
17. Live in a town that I am happy to be a part of.
18. Have an awesome room all to myself to focus on myself.
19. Organize a family day by the beach.
20. Volunteer for a good cause.
21. Take one day and ride a bike to a fresh market, buy fresh food, cook it, and be happy I did so.
22. Become a full blown modern muslimah.
23. Be happy with the physical shape I’m in.



24. Live a healthy lifestyle.
25. Publish an article to an international publication.
26. Have happy, healthy children that don’t despise me. And be able to help them in college.
27. Become a successful respected surgeon.
28. Stop caring about what others think about me.
29. Live life making wise choices.
30. Not regret a single thing.

Will I be able to achieve these? Let us see. InsyaAllah.