March 28, 2012

Fashion Eye Candy

“And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty; that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what must ordinarily appear therof; that they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers, their husbands’ fathers, their sons, their husbands’ sons, their brothers, or their brothers’ sons or their sisters’ sons, or their women or the servants whom their right hands possess, or male servants free of physical needs, or small children who have no sense of the shame of sex, and that they should not strike their feet in order to draw attention to their hidden ornaments. And O you Believers, turn you all together towards Allah, that you may attain Bliss.” (Quran 24:31).

In accordance to the aforementioned Qur'anic verse, women in Islam should dress modestly--long dresses, hijab and long sleeves. Being modest though doesn't only mean the physical entity but this should also coincide with our behaviors. Others have this misconception that Muslim women are only to wear black abaya in order to fulfill modesty, BUT, my dear friends, that is so wrong. We, Muslimahs, can also be equally fashionable and modest. Yes, we can!! I have been so into Muslim fashion blogs, mostly are from Indonesia and Malaysia, whose garments are easily found in the nearby malls in our country, so I thought of sharing my ideal fashion that I've been dying to wear. All of these photos are from Dian Pelangi's blog, an Indonesian fashion designer, blogger and model.  











It's kinda difficult wearing these stuff in the metro due to the weather but Inshaa Allah, the humidity shall not hinder me from wearing such. In Marawi though, this is not uncommon because we got the coolest weather down in the south. :) 

AHEM. And this, my friends, is my European fashion and travel dream. *replace her face with mine* :p








Problem here in the Philippines is, aside from the weather, it's difficult to find tops that don't show at least 50% of your flesh. I always drool at pretty tops which are either bare back, sleeveless or transparent!! Waaaah!! I always end up buying nothing. :'(

Photo of a pretty top from Forever 21 which I wasn't able to buy because of the lace on the sleeves leaving my arms 90% bare!!

This is my fashion dream which, Inshaa Allah, shall be put into reality. *winks* :) 

HBD T'lowa!

My fraternal triplet sibglings: (L-R) Alexander, Amanee and Zul. Photo taken TWO freaking years ago! Too many changes took place but I can't find a recent photo of them together. 

Happy, happy birthday to this three people who added exponential joy to our family since they were born. They made our Mom famous for delivering them via spontaneous vaginal delivery with normal birth weights, all three of them have APGAR score 9,9. Yeah, beat that!! No noted prenatal and fetomaternal complications. All three of them have unremarkable growth and developmental history with complete immunization c/o private pediatrician. They were breastfed until 6 months of age (don't ever ask me how many boobs our Mom has. she has only one pair. now go ahead and ask her how she managed feeding them!), weaned thereafter with all the nutritious foods that our Mom can come up with. Indeed, she's a wonderwoman at that. 

Trivia: all throughout Mama's pregnancy, we thought there were only two babies in her tummy. That's what her OB-GYN said because that's what she saw in the ultrasound. "You got two boys in your uterus, Missus". That's what she told our parents. So when the nurse went out of the delivery room announcing that the second baby was a GIRL, my Dad couldn't fathom how the doctor mistaken her daughter for a son!! The problem was, he wasn't ready for a girl's name for he prepared two names for both of the boys. Haha!! 
Now, when the nurse went out again informing us of the arrival of the THIRD baby, I swear I was only five but the scene plays vividly in my mind, my Dad and I were jumping back and forth outside the delivery room screaming "We got triplets, we got triplets!!!" (In Maranao though, we don't speak English at home! Haha). I also remember my grandmother scolding my Dad for being overjoyed when we do not know if Mama was still alive. Alhamdulillah, Mama was fine all throughout her birthing period she didn't even look like she'd given birth to THREE PEOPLE every FIVE minutes! How crazy could that be? 

Growing up, I often tease my sister of being "ampon". Nyahahaha! I used to tell her that her real mother was the woman who was also inside the delivery room with Mama who cannot afford to raise her and since our parents are generous, we adopted her. Hahaha! Good thing she didn't took it seriously. 


Happy birthday T'lowa*!!! I wish you all the best in this lifetime. I hope and pray that we just don't grow old but we GROW UP too, that's more important because it entails maturity in dealing with the harshness and glories of life. Cling to what Papa keeps on teaching us, and Inshaa Allah, we will all be guided. I love you three and I miss you much!! 


*T'lowa is Maranao word for triplets. 

March 27, 2012

The Untold. :)

this whole idea of you and me is but a surreal tragedy.
i shall forever keep you in my secret malady.
never to unfold.
you'd forever be The Untold.

March 24, 2012


When the time comes, I want to have a kid as smart and as cute as you. Love you Sabreen! :)




Wrapped Up ORL

This is a two-week late entry for we were already done with otorhinolaryngology (ORL) a.k.a ENT for ears, nose and throat. I was a bit of having a cold feet for this rotation since we didn't have it back in clerkship. The last time I studied ORL was during the upper respiratory module in medschool freshman year!!! That was eons ago, my friends! This is a confession, but yes, I just learned about the thorough ENT exam here in PGH!! I compelled myself to master it in anyway that I can---identifying the normal tympanic membrane from the perforated ones and visualizing the vocal cords and the posterior nasopharynx no matter how the patient gags! And I'm more than glad that after two weeks of our rotation, I brought with me a lot of things I didn't know before. Naks!! Hail, ORL! Hail, ORL!

What we do at the OPD. I'm so sorry Suzie for capturing your awkward moment! Hahaha!


This is Fiona, 5/F, who came in due to a foul discharge dripping out of her right nostril. She's so makulit but very cooperative little girl. Children her age are expected to revolt and throw tantrums upon examination, but her? No, she gaily sat on the examination seat and followed every single step of instruction! I wish all kids are like her! Haha! After suctioning her nostril for a better view of the turbinates, we found a greenish rubber material that was inserted deep inside her nose!! Apparently, her classmate put it there and was accidentally pushed deeper when she inhaled that they could no longer pull it back. She didn't report the incident to her mom until that day we found the foreign body inside her nose. Hahaha! Kalokang bata ito!



This is Dr. Caparas. Being the FIRST alumnus of the Philippine General Hospital Otorhinolaryngology Department, he is an institution in this field. He graduated in the 1960s, the time when ophthalmology was still incorporated in ORL. He's also the author of the book I used to read back in medschool. It's kinda awesome hearing straight from the authors. I remember my OB-GYN days when the people who wrote the Clinical Practice Guidelines used all over the country are those consultants teaching us during the Malignancy or Trophoblastic rounds. Great. Great. :) 

For a speck of time, I considered ORL as a specialty field because it's both surgical and medical plus the cases are really interesting. However, upon realization that the field deals with all the most filthy and most despicable odor you will ever smell in your entire life coming from all the cavities of the head, my friends, I changed my mind. Hahahaha!!! I really enjoyed ORL, I must say, one of the best rotations ever!! :) 


March 22, 2012

3rd International Pyromusical Show

I've been dying to go to the 3rd International Pyromusical Show at the Mall of Asia since it started last February. It ran every Saturday and two countries showcased their world-class fireworks display accompanied by upbeat music. If you remember THIS post then you will understand my consummating desperation. Hehe. However, my duty schedule was so unfavorable for the weekly shows but I asked our block head during our ORL (otorhinolaryngology) rotation to spare me on March 17 which was the finale. I was so delighted for the show I invited people to go with me to witness the event. People = proximal friends. I guess I was jinxed, or perhaps God tested my hankering to see the hour-long fireworks, that, no joke, ALL OF MY FRIENDS WERE ON DUTY ON MARCH 17!!!! I mean, ALL of them!! Was it mere coincidence?! I was so appalled that even my housemates had an important event to attend to!! But thanks to my stick-to-it-iveness, I pushed my way for it even watching it ALONE was my last option. Haha!! Imagine yourself watching beautiful fireworks amidst sea of lovers and group of friends in full awe while you were standing there all alone with tears rolling down your cheeks, not tears for the beautiful sight, but tears of self-pity. Hahahaha!!! Alhamdulillah, I have the best cousin in the world! Ate Hannah texted a day before that she'd be going home from Laguna and was inviting me for a movie date. I thought of the Pyromusical show instead of a movie. What a brilliant idea I had! 


Our VIP tickets. Naks. Italy was the last country to expo what they got under their sleeve. Philippines, being the host country and champion in an international fireworks competition (Yes, I just learned about it that night. Magaling din pala tayo sa fireworks!! #morefuninthephilippines), was tasked for the finale which was fantastic despite the technical glitches!!


While waiting for the show to start, we were treated to a magnificent sunset at the Manila Bay. Mashaa Allah. :)


People were starting to gather up. The huge ferris wheel at MOA was at near sight.

Photo collaged by photovisi.com
And then after some introductory programs, our eyes indulged to the glittery explosions in the sky!!! I loved how the flickers hover us I can feel them on my skin! Haha! They're not the best fireworks but they sure filled my cravings to see magnanimous lights! Mashaa Allah. :) People were ahhh-ing and oohh-ing while dancing to the tunes, and then people behind and beside us were kissing as love songs started to play. Whitney Houston songs were also being played as slow fireworks blasted in the pitch-dark sky. Buti, hindi nagparamdam si W.H. Hehe. 

At about the same time I boasted the photos at Instagram and FB, my BFF Lily, who was at HK Disneyland  with her hubby, simultaneously posted this photo below. 

Photo stolen from BFF Lily's FB account. 
Walang sinabi ang pichur ko!!! Hahahahaha!! Knowing she took that using her iPhone while I used my point-and-shoot Canon, I melted in stark envy!!  I'm sure my best friend had a GREAT time with her hub-babe-by. :)
Oh well. Therefore, I shall save up for that. :) Save up for a hub-babe-by. JOKE!!!

March 20, 2012

She sits in the stillness of the afternoon, inhaling the humid air outside that leaks into the walls of this seemingly sound-proof building. She hears nothing but the grinding sound coming from the electric fan. She turned the radio on her phone, plugged her earphones and tried listening to the mainstream beat.

No. She wants silence. Turn off that radio, she commands herself.

She wants to clear her mind off these materials that continue to wreak havoc on her peace-loving mind. She needs that silence.

Think. Please.

Get your mind back to the groove, that inquisitive and creative brain you once had. She heard herself in utmost plea.

She closes her eyes and sees nothing but sheer darkness. She looks closer into the vast blackness. She sees shadows, glitters, lights. Everything that tells about what's to come. The pompous future that she imagines it to be. The future she has wildly created in her mind. The future that she holds on tightly. The future she knows will forever stay in her imagination. For she knows it will not happen.

She reluctantly opens her eyes as she gradually plummets back into reality.




March 15, 2012

That Perfect Day

We were having minor chit-chats with the residents and the clerk while doing excisional biopsy at the OPD-OR this morning. This junior resident told us that by default, he went to ORL (otorhinolaryngology, aka ENT for ears, nose and throat) for residency because his dad and his grandfather were ENTs themselves. In addition to that, he was told that in choosing for residency program, you should put yourself in your perfect day. Not really perfect, but the the kind of day you can live over and over again for the rest of your life. The kind of day that makes you happy that you want to re-live when your hair turned pepper and salt. If you imagine yourself in that situation and you believe you won't get fed up by the routine, then go for it. 

As I was holding the retractors, my mind flew ten years forward. A perfect day for me would comprise of waking up early in the morning, preparing breakfast for my hubby and the kids after Fajr prayer. That would also include preparing hubby for work (whatever he does) and my grade-schoolers to school. I would be left with the household maid doing her chores while I go for a few-minute jog and then I will prepare myself for the morning rounds of my patients. That will take around an hour or two. I will then head to my clinic to see well-babies or follow-up check ups. By noontime, hubby will arrive for our daily lunchdate. Nyahahaha! I'm actually laughing right now. A lunchdate is a must, okay? Alright, clinic will continue in the afternoon where I will probably be reading a good book in-between patients. I will probably have coffee date with my friends after clinic and get back home before sunset. At night, I will be helping my kids with their school stuff while hubby watches the news. Weekends will be spent at my parents' home where weekly reunion with my siblings and their respective families will be a part of our routine. (I will impose that to my siblings. Haha!)

I'm contemplating on the residency program I will have to pursue in order to attain my would-be Perfect Day. My God, all I want is a simple and contented life. A balanced life between family and career. When I achieve that, that would be the real meaning of success. :) 

You, how do you picture out your perfect day?  

March 12, 2012

Of Faith

I oftentimes find myself hanging for words whenever I attempt to write about my faith--the Islamic faith. I can't seem to discern the words that would create cohesive statements. I never wrote anything about how adherent I am to my religion because I don't wanna sound too-good-to-be-true or you know, be like some people who tweet or facebook stuff like "Just finished praying Maghrib" or "Going to read the Qur'an" or something like that. There's NOTHING wrong with praying or reading the Qur'an, of course, that's how a devout Muslim should do but the wrong thing is actually tweeting it or putting it in your FB status. That sounds more like "Hey, look at me, I'm such a religious person" to me. Because you don't tweet or facebook your faith, you put it  in your heart and you act according to it. You shouldn't say you're a Muslim, you should act like a Muslim. Those are different and people should understand that.

Another reason why it's difficult for me to write about my faith is the fact that I'm in a complete struggle in maintaining the practices of a true Muslim. When I say true Muslim, this is the one who performs the 5 pillars of Islam with pure and sincere intention such as: a.) The recitation of Shahadah, that is witnessing that there is no god but Allah (subhana wa ta'ala) and that Prophet Mohammad (salallahu 'alaihi wasallam) is His messenger, b.) performing five daily prayers, c.) fasting during the holy month of Ramadhan, d.) giving Zakat or charity to the needy, and to those who can afford, e.) performing Hajj at least once in a lifetime. Aside from the five pillars, we are also to believe in the 6 Articles of Faith which are: a.) Belief in the Oneness of Allah, that you do not attribute any other god to Him b.) Belief in the existence of Angels, c.) Belief in the Books of Allah (Torah of Prophet Musa (alaihi salam), Psalms of Prophet Dawud (alaihi salam), Gospel of Prophet Isa (alaihi salam) and Qur'an of Prophet Mohammad (s.a.w)), d.) Belief in the Prophets of Allah, e.)  Belief in the Day of Judgment, and finally, f.) Belief that everything that happens is Willed by Allah. 

Moreover, a true Muslim also adheres to the sunnah of the Prophet Mohammad (s.a.w). The Holy Qur'an tells us to pray but it wasn't stated there how to pray, so there enters the sunnah or the hadith. It comprises of laws and practices of the Holy Prophet for mankind to follow suit. The Holy Qur'an tells the women to lower their gaze and cover their bosoms, now the Hadith tells us to cover our body showing only our faces, hands and feet. That's why we wear hijab and draw them on our chest, we are also not supposed to wear skimpy clothes, we should avoid laughing boisterously in public and most importantly, we are not supposed to go out with men who are not our mahram. 

Therefore I would not blame my blockmates if they say it is difficult to become a Muslim. Lahat na lang bawal, they would say. Yes, it is difficult from the point of view of non-Muslims as they are not accustomed to the practices and they are not aware of the rationale behind the practices. They find it weird and inhumane. For them, wearing the hijab is a sign of oppression as women in Islam cannot reveal their true selves--that rockstar in them. For them, fasting during Ramadhan is a punishment. For them, not being able to party and drink alcoholic beverages is a form of inhibition. But I am not here to preach about my religion, I leave them at that. Nor do I tell them that what they do is wrong because as my colleagues, I hold high respect for their beliefs and their own faith. Walang basagan ng trip, ika nga. 

I feel lucky to have been born in an Islamic household, where both of my parents are devout and pious Muslims who serve as the best example for us, their children. I believe that every Muslim should stand firmly  to being labeled a Muslim, that we should strive to become the best of what we are. However, in a world where our religion is badly stained by people who claim to be Muslims but are doing the exact opposite of what the religion teaches, it is difficult to prove them wrong. Nevertheless, the least we can do is to show them the image of a true Muslim. The real one. Not the one projected by the media. And there enters my own struggle in keeping my faith firm and consistent. I confess, among the abovementioned five pillars of Islam, I am only consistent with the recitation of the Shahadah and fasting during the Holy Month. As for the daily prayers, I am not able to complete the five daily prayers. I pray whenever I am at home, but I dismiss my prayers or even forget about the waqtu whenever I'm outside. But my conscience is eating me up inside. If you remember this, , then I still feel that way. It's not just about the prayer that boggles me as well, it is the whole conduct and behavior of a true Muslim that I cannot meet. Allah knows what is in my heart, how I try to become the best Muslim that pleases Him, because everything that I do is in accordance to worshiping The Almighty. That's how it should be. 

In retrospect, I still thank Him that He gives me this feeling of guilt, this eagerness to renew my faith and to seek and understand more about my religion because if He closes my ears, my sight and my heart then, boy, I'm in big trouble. So please, Ya Allah, strengthen my faith in You and continue leading me to the straight path. Ameen. 


I ask Allah's forgiveness and turn to Him in repentance. 


March 11, 2012


All you gotta do is lift your chin to recognize the lovely nature shining down at you. :) 

Taken: March 11, 2012. In front of CAMP building on my way home.
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