Temptations & Ambitions

Little did I know that I'll be a quarter of a century old in an hour's time. Last year, I was in Slim River. This year, I am in Temerloh. Perhaps, the journey from home starts with celebrating your birthdays away from home. It does not bring any significance, apart from the fact that I am another year older, but not necessarily wiser. A retrospective look at my very own history showed that I've came a long way to where I am now, but compared to the journey of time, my experience is no more than a budding stem without a clear steer of goals. I am but just, still at the very beginning of time.

And today, we had a teaching with Mr Yusof, the Head of Dept. His usual teaching rounds. It was a hectic day while I'm still on a crash course to learn the computerized system and protocol. Feels more like a medical student minus the time to read 'em. I seriously had wished to be able to recall what I learnt in Yr 4 med student in Orthopedics. But then, I recalled. I didn't really learnt much. Crap~

Now I know how important it is of the posting. *sigh*

*Addendum:
But I do wonder if I would really want to go back to the med student years. Hmmm..

*Addendum:
Crap.. too much addendum function used in the wards.

*Addendum:
Don't worry, this is just an internal joke. Only people from Hospital Temerloh may know about it.

*Addendum:
Or maybe a few more hospitals, who may also use the shift system as of now. :P

Perhaps now i know why I chose Medicine as a profession. Because it made me aware that I am not the all-knowing. Before this, Mr Google or Mr Wiki was all the answer you need. Perhaps, now it is different. I forgot when was the last time I asked someone so many questions or asked too many people of all sort of questions.The questions seem stupid, but all it takes was to ask, ask, and ask. Sometimes, you may get bullied, but fortunately, I am in the most benign posting. The medical assistant guides you to do the backslab, the nurses help you here and there, fellow colleagues who are more senior who are willing to teach you, and medical officers who are willing to give you a chance. 


Somehow, I felt like I am a medical student again. Perhaps learning from orthopedics is fun. I certainly do hope so. Today is only Day 2 of tagging. Hope the adrenaline rush does last.

I'm pretty sure I'll be getting tired of typing to blog, especially when it's gonna be part of my job. The difference is, I'm not going to tell anything about myself in my job. It's all about the patient's. Crossing my fingers in hope that I'll go through the learning curve smoothly of the computer system here.

I came across this quote from a book, from "Speeches That Changed The World".

"Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people."


Seems that it got stuck in my mind.

Hardly surprising. :)

Here I am, back in my own sweet home, before departing for Hospital Sultan Haji Ahmad Shah (HOSHAS), Temerloh. Yes, that is my next destination for perhaps, the next 2 years.



The 4-days camp was relaxing, because there weren't any BTN element. Although it meant no fun exercises in the morning, it also means there wasn't anymore blatant shouts from the occasional political failures. No more restriction on mobile devices for fear of BTN speech been recorded, because the contents are sometimes rather saucy.

Anyhow, the lectures were somewhat useful, although it may not be so now. Maybe it'll be in 2 years time.


Of course, the most useful information is about the payscale. 


UD41 for housemanship, UD44 for MO during compulsory service of 2 years. They'd promised UD48 for those who remained in government service after the 2 years of compulsory service, although it could be transitional in a matter of several months. But oh well, such payroll changes most of the time. It could even be different after a year or two (judging from the usual "moodswing" in the policies).

Besides, I'm not going to complain that my salary would not be able to feed my whole village. Some people take things for granted, hoping that the government will be paying them to feed everyone in their family, from Grandpa, Grandma, uncles, aunts, cousins, father, mother, brother, sisters, from that one single breadwinner. If that's the case, guess they hadn't learned about economics.


"Our wants are infinite, our resources are finite."


No one is ever going to complain about having too much money.


And similarly, no one will ever be satisfied regardless of their pay, when they couldn't take into account their job performances and capabilities.


It's rather interesting to see people from different walks of life, from various places and institutions. Most of us had different experiences to share, and seriously, 4 days wouldn't be enough to get to know all of them. We're going to be in a whole new environment after all, so a little larger network wouldn't hurt, nay?


So, here I am, packing for Temerloh, and staying at home while the clash of a new "religion" has occured. Believers and non-believers of Bersih 2.0. Anything that qualifies for endless debate with no finite solution would fit into the category. Oh, preferably with the essence of blind loyalty. It would not solve anything, but merely presenting an option of a different approach.

The verdict? My comment is just as sane as the protagonist of the novel "White Tiger" with his favorite remark of "WAFJ". Go and rally and vandalize all you want in your own states, oh dear hooligans. This is definitely not Arab Spring. This is no Aung San Suu Kyi's liberalism either (although some deluded person may want to liken himself to her). 


In fact, this felt more like Thailand's Yellow shirt and Red shirt demonstration.

And here I am, thinking that smart lawyers would have done better than using such desperate ways.

In the end, no one is a winner.


Of course, apart from those who were hired and paid for participating in the rally.


So, sit back, and enjoy a peaceful weekend. :)

My packing will be done soon.

Touched down at the induction camp at Seri Malaysia, Port Dickson for the next 4 days and 3 nights.

The things that I do best is to  break the rules. That is, to wear a pair of jeans with a round neck T-shirt. Not too casual, but technically, I did break it.

Or maybe it was that that had attracted attention. Unknowingly, I am now the "Penghulu" for the camp. "Self-appointed", konon...

The fruit of being late to get a spot to sit, and sitting in the front row earned me this privilege.

"Wow..."

I am speechless. I hope this all goes well.

By the way, I saw some familiar faces here. Khairi, for example. Or some students from unscheduled Uni who had once sit for UKM professional exams. Or Kok Sen Wai, the author of one of the blogs that Caryn reads often (Maybe I should say she's a fan of his blog). Because this is the only induction camp at the time, so 90 participants from all sorts of Uni (local, overseas, etc) are here. Future doctors, before we are sent off to practically anywhere (hospitals with specialists, but this may change soon) within Malaysia.

Guess I'll know my fate tonight. :)

*Notice: Do not read this if you plan to watch it and suffer in agony.

If you are a fanatic of Transformers' action packed films, this is the one for you. All action, lousy storyline, lousy scripts and dialogues. Basically, this is about 2 rich boy directors playing with their toys, and we're all watching it dumbfounded.


In layman's term, it's akin to having penetration-only sex for 2 and a half hours. No flirting, no foreplay, no nice dinner, no moans or groans. Just pure sex. That's how Transformers 3 is.  

Boring.


First and foremost, this is a pure American pride brought to the silver screen. The first half an hour (or so it seems) focused on the US' pride of the conquering moon. The flashback between historic reel and realtime acting seems too overpowering, with the sole reason to imply that the US was a great nation. Now I say that's a loser for you, to relive on past history. All the melodramatic act prolonged way further than any introduction scene would have been brought.


And then you have a Victorian model for some sex appeal which wasn't really appealing. Storyline for Megan Fox? She ditched him, just like that. Shia LaBeouf's overacting killed it as he leads the cast to doom. A lot of side casts are thrown in for nothing, all because the scriptwriter can't think of anything.

All the non-stop action and nonsensical linear plot goes on with too many plotholes, as the US army brought in to save the day, as usual, only on the silver screen. But what beats the climax was, the fight of the little Decpticons and Autobots took too long and had many twist and turns in effort to prolong it to 2 and a half hours long movie. 

And in the end, the ending was rather too simplistic and illogical. Megatron suddenly act out of the blue to help Optimus defeat another enemy (Sentinel Prime) from a few seconds worth of goading by the miss little Rosie. Optimus then defeat Megatron and Sentinel. All in a minute's worth of action time. wow. Disbelieving eh? Such abrupt end of all sorts.


I cant stop myself from yawning too often. Steven Spielberg's "lovely" massive destruction is too much to bear, even for me. Time for him to tune it down. Even Super 8 is too filled too much of Steven Spielberg. Time for him to learn how to do something less nasty.


*The author opined that Transformers 3 is a male version of Twilight. And he dislikes both.