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A Must-Have Phone for House Officers

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Why? For all the reasons below:
1. Extra long battery life. Get all the phone calls you want from all the irritating nurses and your battery will not fail you. Forgot to charge for a day? It'll never fail you either. Some can last you for a week in idle mode.

2. The most durable phone. Why hate your smartphones for all the continuous non-stop incoming calls? Now, shift your anger to this cheap phone and throw it to the wall if you want to. Shattered as it is, assemble it again and it's good to go. Save your pocket from getting another smartphone, nay?
3. The cheapest phone. So cheap that even your Indonesian/Filipina maids are using color screen phones if not smartphones. So cheap that even if you left it somewhere, there is someone who would be bothered to return it to you. Honesty is worth more than this phone, that is.
4.You can type with your eyes closed. Why waste quality sleep when you can type and keep your eyes shut at the same time. Tactile buttons are always superior than touchscreen in this sense.
5. Got some tonsils to check? Forget your pen torches. They are bound to be missing after some colleagues/boss who forgot to return them to you. These phones, despite cheap, are packed with a mini torchlight for this purpose.

Ooh.. I just love the ol' nokia machine. In fact, when I asked for it, I told the salesgirl, "Give me the cheapest phone with the longest lasting battery". I'd omitted the part where "the fugliest" comes in. But well, who cares? I'm sure most of us would have some sweet nostalgic memories of the ol' Nokia basic phone. That, seriously, is the phone from "My Generasi." :P


Science and Mathematics - Does language really matters?

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Let's just face the fact that this has been a much debatable issue ever since gazillion years ago. I think I have even blogged about this issue somewhere in the past, but perhaps no one have heeded the message, because I am merely another citizen, one out of the 25 millions living in Malaysia. My stand is perhaps, there is no stand at all.


I was one of the few who had no choice but to pursue my studies in Science and Mathematics in Bahasa Malaysia. No further options were given, until when STPM was to be taught in English, despite the option of bilingual papers in the exams. Seriously, I have no problems learning in Bahasa Malaysia, because it has been that way since young. Be it "jisim", "isipadu", "pembolehubah dimalarkan" up to the scientific terms hardly Malay such as "centrifugasi", "kalium", "plumbum", it hardly makes any difference if you have the resources and support to enable you to learn them.

Those who fear the obstacle in language is merely fearing the unknown. Who are those who fear them? Adults. Because it sounds horrifying to learn a language foreign to them. Imagine someone telling you that you're supposed to learn a subject in French instead! That is the response that I'm talking about. In children, it is somewhat different. They do have an extremely flexible learning curve, if proper support and guidance are given. Start them young and I'm pretty sure that your child could even learn it in Greek, I assure you. Of course, how well they fare may be another issue, not of linguistic ability, but perhaps more on the cognitive and comprehensive ability.


My point is, if you do have a strong grip on the fundamentals in science and mathematics, it doesn't matter which language that you're learning in. Even so, mathematics do have universal signs and symbols after all, thus there is nothing to worry about. Those who worry, are those parents who are illiterate, or those who are semi-literate, because they blame their inability to master these as a result of language barrier, and not putting in on themselves for not trying hard enough, or other circumstances that prevented them from working harder. For those who are literate, it is just a matter of preference, but the politicization of this issue had made it a grave matter.


But of course, there are a few matters that needed to be ironed out if it should be taught in Bahasa Malaysia. As one who had gone through the system in Bahasa Malaysia, I do feel that I had deserved more rights to justify my suggestions rather than some politicians who had just undergone the arts stream instead, or even did not manage to make the cut at all.


  1. Be consistent. If you want to teach it in BM, do it for a period of more than 10 years. If you want it in English, do it for equally as long. Well, the publishers who obtained the government contract would have gained the most out of this constant flip-flop (although I'm not sure if this could be the main intention of the change or not), but this would make it hard for the teaching staff. 5 years would just be the bare minimum requirement to train or retrain the staff in a language, and then a change again would just send back the teachers to retrain for another 5 years at the very least. The teaching competency had already been compromised all these while, so do expect a further dip from all these.
  2. Get a Bahasa Malaysia committee catered for scientific terms in science and maths. Rest assured that Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka is not your best bet if you would like to advance BM forward in science. Many scientific words are still in English, and our friends in DBP could only Malaysianize the words at the very best, because they think there was no substitute. Even if there was, there was no one to oversee its implementation. For example, the spinal cord has its equivalent in BM, namely saraf tunjang, but what has been commonly used is spina korda or korda spina instead. And then some fanatics bragged on the beauty of science in BM from the word spina korda, when the truly proper and nice words came from the former. Hence, with a proper committee specializing in BM in science and maths, one could expect it to be able to promote better introductory of new BM terms and hopefully, be able to promote and encourage the use of BM terminologies. Hence, there would be no funky derivation of terminologies which makes no sense simply because it came from an English or Latin word.
  3. Give more support to students from rural areas to learn science and mathematics. I know, most would blame the lack of proficiency in English as their inability to master these subjects. But let's face the fact, we are bound to learn English someday if you're going to pursue higher studies for science and maths.Of course, learning it in BM gives you a higher chance to enter local varsities because you can stomach all the facts in BM and vomit them all out again in exams, but that is all in academic sense. In actuality, you can even have medical students who could easily mistaken tendon vaginitis, an orthopedic diagnosis, with the inflammation of vagina! Of course, this is easily forgiveable, but given that particular student had more bouts of concrete thinking without the presence of abstract thinking, one would blame her mental ability rather than her linguistic ability. My point is, get more programmes running to reach these rural children instead of making it backward for everyone to the level of children in rural areas. If that is the case, you can even form special schools to cater for them, catering based on the needs of individual areas. The claim that BM is best for students in rural areas is the worst excuse if you would like to advance BM in science and maths. It's just merely declaring that you would intend to make everything go backwards and stupid so that everyone is equal. And then, in the eyes of the world, we would be seen as a bunch of cavemen, refusing to progress forward.
There are of course much more input, but I'll leave it at that to keep this short. With so much careful study, we know what is best for all. Of course, proclaimed studies with no figures merely make it an arbitrary fact or just a figure of speech. After all, all these commotion makes me even glad that I am a survivor of the education system. What are we without such obstacles? What does not kill me, makes me stronger.


Or perhaps, making me weaker for the next thing to kill me.

Jonah, and so He is

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Somehow, in medical, there is this term used very much. 

Jonah. 


"This guy very jonah lah!" "That lady super jonah wan lah.."


It's not exactly new, but many medical personnel somehow took a quick affinity to the word. Without knowing who is this fella named Jonah.


Of course, I'm sure the Christians would know.


Jonah is one of the prophet mentioned in the Old Testament in the bible. The word Jonah is from Hebrew origin, hence from the Jews (Or more appropriately the Semitic language). One can argue the origin here, but that's besides the point here. The question is, why Jonah? Not any other prophet?

I'm sure anyone who had read the story would have known about him being swallowed up by the whale. The famous act of all time, apart from dividing the seas or even walking on water.


Jonah is a prophet who was supposedly ordered by God to prophesize the impending doom of a wicked city, but he went the other way around to flee from his "duty", in which he boarded a ship away from the designated mission.


While boarding the ship, all sorts of disaster follows through. Everyone on board was trying to save the ship but to no avail. It was all due to that one single "unlucky" person on board who had earned the wrath of God. Jonah himself. Jonah finally realized it and even stepped out to volunteered to be thrown off board. The crew hesitated, and tried all methods, but they finally resort to throw Jonah off the ship into the sea. It was then right after that the storm calmed down and the ship was saved from the disaster.


And it was then that Jonah was swallowed wholely by a whale and the biblical story continued thereafter.


And so, Jonah was the one to be blamed for all the mishap. Admission of numerous patients to any ward is considered a mishap by medical personnel due to the workload. When an individual had been singled out to have cause such incidence by luck almost everytime, he or she would have qualify as "Jonah".


But I'm not into superstition. It's all humor after all.


But just to reiterate one more thing. There is a Malay translation for the word Jonah. Yes, anything in the bible's Old Testament would most likely be in al-Quran. Prophet Jonah is indeed Nabi Yunus.


Not that I have any strong conviction for religion, but I do know that some would prefer not to speak of the names of their prophets as freely as that. I'm just curious if those who mention it are aware of their deeds or are just plain ignorant.


Beats me. But curiosity may not necessarily be a good thing. :P




Convocation - To Go or Not to Go?

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 Convocation has never been a thing for me. Wearing a dumb-looking hat and a paper scroll which is obviously not your degree certificate because they are afraid that everything may get lost in the confusion. Seriously, how symbolic can this get?


Of course, I am not going to go for a ritualistic conversion of everyone to boycott their convocation. I just find the significance dwindling down to some cultural thing that "I did because everyone else does".


In a way, it signifies the ending of the journey that you partake once upon a time, many years ago. This journey would be rather long instead if you're taking a 5-years course, or maybe longer if you had to resit or repeat any academic year. An ending, once and for all, before you start on another new journey.


And so, which is why, convocation should be held under two conditions. One, it should be held where you started your journey and spend your time mostly there. Two, it should be held BEFORE you crash down the job reality.


For me, I supposedly started my education journey in UKM Bangi campus for a week there. However, it bears no significance because I did not spend my time educated there. In fact, I was in Kampus KL (near KL General hospital) for 2 years and UKMMC campus in Cheras for 3 years. To "complete" my journey in Bangi fish out no remnants of whatsoever nostalgic feeling  deep inside me. It is a place so distant that I can do without. Like parting with a stranger you've just met for five minutes. No hard feelings.


Furthermore, we have another convocation for our very own faculty, usually a day before. This convocation is usually held in or near our hospital, UKMMC, and so, this had more memories for us than the "formal" one in Bangi. Walking down this path was more enduring, and the shivers and chills when we thought back of the fresh nightmarish experience we had back then. Of course, the fond memories never failed to carve a smile as well. The joy and fun that we had seems like it was just yesterday.

But this year, we might be holding it in Titiwangsa, our hostel for KL campus. Well, that is still acceptable, although the memories appears to be far off distant. Well, better than none in Bangi. That's what I think.


And secondly, is the point that I would love to emphasize the most. Convocation should be held before we start our work! Imagine this, the excitement that had been built up for this day. The anticipation to join the work force and to serve the nation. The confidence that we had of our equipped knowledge fresh from the professional exams. The fiery speech from the chancellor, dean and the student rep motivates us to strive ahead for the future, for what lies ahead of us, the unchartered territory, and all the promises to keep in touch no matter what. Oh, if you'd seen those pair of fresh sparkling eyes of the eager young fresh grad doctors, you'd think that their passion level would be at 110%. 


I think that is what convocation is all about, apart from being a fool awaiting the death march down the path of "glory".


And now, we are already into reality. What excitement we had, had dissipated into thin air. The anticipation is gone, and the confidence of our knowledge had been squashed akin mashed potato. No matter how fiery the speech can get, no lies or sweet talk could get through us anymore. All you can see is a pair of dreary tired-looking eyes, some zombie-looking, some dejected, though we still see some glimmer of hope behind the despaired. We could only smiled, and meeting up with old firends is the only consolation, which could be done in Titiwangsa, where the KL city center is just nearby for a stroll or to hang out at a cosy cafe somewhere, instead of being under the hot sun in Bangi, sweating like some smoked bacon. Oh well, maybe there's sate Kajang, but it's just not the same.  


Working life is no fun, otherwise it's called hobby. But we do get paid after all. And life has to go on. On the other hand, I don't feel like wasting my precious holiday for such trivial matter(convocation). I'm seriously contemplating not going to Bangi for the convocation. Anyone with me on this? :P


Top 10 Tips for the Bridal Studio Hunt

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This is actually a post dated May 2011, but some careful thoughts (and procrastination) took some 6 weeks to finish this post.


After being to 4 bridal studios in KL and 6 in Ipoh ( A whooping 10 in total! ), I've learnt my lesson rather well. I think 10 could be a record for anyone to achieve, because a restrospective look at my own actions may put myself in a light that some may think as crazy. I've asked around, and most (70-80% of the time) of the couples signed up after their first visit. Some ended up loving it, some hating it, and some is amazed how the bridal studio can be such a cutthroat in the first place, being all sweet in the first place and ignore you once the payment has been made.

I'm going to spare you the fine details. but here's some tips that I could share of, if at all possible.


  1. Accept the Fact that You're a Newbie.
    Some people can't take it that they're new when it comes to bridal stuff. Don't blame yourself. This is one aspect that most of the time, is your first and (hopefully) last. Your first step is to look around for wedding forums and some blogs, hence if you've found your way here through google, I consider this is your first step to wisdom. For those usual readers, perhaps you can ignore this part. n_n"

    There's no point acting all-knowing, even the bridal studio sales assistant can see through your acting. Just sit comfortably and listen to what they've gotta say and offer. What you've gotta avoid is splurging out your wallet immediately, as most of them are more than willing to go for the kill on your first visit to any bridal studio. It's almost always an easy kill.

  2. Consult Your Friends Who Got Married Recently!

    If you'd consult your grandmother, I bet you'll hardly get any good advice. Get a cousin or a close friend who had gotten married recently, up to maybe 5 years. A lot of factors, including pricing and services may change rather drastic over such a short span of time. You wouldn't want to go looking for a studio which had gone bust already! Better still, go to wedding forums and search for the comments of the bridal studio you had in mind. You may find invaluable experience from them. Of course, each bride has her own ideals, but listening to more will do you no harm.

    Do not feel insulted if you were told that the wedding album will be neglected after a few years despite you paying so much for it. That, is the reality indeed, but you could live for the moment, within your budget, of course.


  3. Know Your Budget.
    Do not fall for the "Once in a Lifetime" gimmick. There are a lot of once-in-a-lifetime events in your life, including exams. What the bridal studio care is your money, and it's almost for sure that their tagline would be "Sucking You Dry". Work your package within your budget. Sure, it's a nice thing for camwhores, but having no honeymoon/ borrowing money because of exorbitant bridal photography package? You must be looking for trouble.

  4. Visit a Few More Bridal Studios Before You Decide.

    Run a few more rounds if you have to. Even if your hubby complains. There is no such thing as a really cheap offer. After a few rounds, you'll find that the offers are around the same. Maybe a little bit of difference, but there are of course, a lot of aspects to look into, including the gowns, album designs and their services.

    Almost all bridal studio would not allow you to take their brochure away, but no one stops you from memorizing the general details. Write it down on a piece of paper as you exit a bridal studio. It's good for comparison, on a different perspective.

  5. Do NOT Pay anything at all on your first visit!

    You'll never know when you would regret it. The bridal studio sales assistants will go all out for the first blood. They'll sugar coat their words, and mentioned that the "lucrative" offer they had for you is only valid for your this visit. Sure, they'll throw in a lot of free gifts or "upgrades", especially when if this is your first time visit. You'll find out later that those are already included in the package's worth. Anyhow, they may want you to pay a deposit ranging from RM100 to 100% of the package (I know, it sounds ridiculous to pay all, but there are people who do so), but don't fall for it. All you need is something that suits your needs (and your budget, of course). If the offer is real good, they won't be afraid of you walking off as you'll come back later.

  6. Never commit too early.

    You plan to have your wedding in 3 years time. Your photoshoot is bound in 2 years time, at the earliest. Well, it's not about the possibility that anything can happen within these two years to your relationship (touch wood), but the bridal studio may go bust before that. Many brides-to-be made this mistake, by paying deposit way too early, sometimes up to 100%. The studio closed down before they could do anything, and there wasn't any refund given.

    Of course, the worst cases are those when they could not collect their album, which most have finish paying(monetary and time) by then. This can't be helped, but booking too early should really be avoided.
     

  7. Avoid Commitments in Bridal Fair

    This is seriously, not about having commitment issues.

    Yes, they do have bridal fairs. In fact, there were 3 that I knew of that was held in KL in the month of May 2011. The truth is, the fair are usually organized by sisters company (Affiliation). Hence, the range of prices would be similar for the bridal studio packages in the fair. It's good that you visit the fair for a rough idea of how it is like, but you wouldn't want to be a ripoff by committing there and then. Plus, it is advisable to visit the bridal studio that you are interested in, as you might want to browse through their wedding/ evening gowns. You wouldn't want to look at the gown selection in horror just prior to your photoshoot!

    However, if you happened to be already in it, just hope for the best. It might not turn out that that bad, just that it might not live up to your ideal expectations. It might even turn out fantastic. I'm saying this because I'm not such a risk taker.

  8. Browse Your Wedding Gowns/ Evening Gowns Before You Decide

    As mentioned earlier, this is one of the reasons why you should drop by any bridal studio. Of course, the crowd does says a lot about the place. A bustling studio on weekdays is a sign of prosperity while an empty studio on weekends is a sign of impending doom. Browsing the selection of gowns will give you a rough idea of what's in store for you. Depending on the prices, you may be allowed on certain selection ( they have different names, from VIP, VVIP, Designer costumes, but it's essentially discrimination based on your package price).

    While wedding gowns can be dirty or dusty or with holes, this can be solved with some photoshop skills, as assured by the bridal studio. What they can't help you, is the fact that you're bringing these out for your actual wedding day/dinner. Well, that is, unless you can dimmed the lights real dark that you can't figure out any difference at all.

  9. Bridal Studio Service is equally as important!

    Let's face this. Your wedding photoshoot is no longer just like your parents or grandparents, where they take a photoshoot of you, frame it up, you collect and pay, end of story. I dare say most bridal studio, offer it in a package involving wedding album. This means that you'll be dealing with them more often than you'd ever imagined. A basic number of visits to the bridal studio can be up to 8 times at the very least, so do make sure your sales assistant is able to be there to service you, as it'll make things easier, especially those who had little spare time out of work.

    The basic 8 visits are:

    • An initial visit for booking and deposit downpayment.
    • Wedding gown tryout and alteration
    • Bridal photoshoot day and payment (partial sum or all of the rest, depending on bridal studio)
    • Bridal photos selection for album
    • 1st (and hopefully last) touchup of the photos awaiting for printing
    • Wedding album collection and final payment
    • Selection of wedding & evening gown a week or two prior to actual wedding day for alteration and cleaning.
    • Taking your wedding gown and evening gown for actual wedding day (and maybe return)

    Depending on the efficiency of your bridal studio, the number of customers, and your free time, these 8 visits may be spread out up to a year or more. 3-4 months would be the minimum amount of time. Of course, this may not include other additional visits, which may include the multiple trips you make for changing your mind on the gowns you had selected prior, 2nd photoshoot session due to poor weather on the 1st, the number of times you have to come to select the photos, or demanding for other changes to be made on the design of wedding album.

    My point is, you will need to communicate with them very often. Hence, service is very important.

  10. What is Not in the Invoice, Will Most Likely Not Be in the Deal.

    Okay, and so your sales assistant promised you this, this, that and that. Everything seems fine until the day the actual deal came through and you found yourself shortchanged. You transformed into a bridezilla/groomzilla, ruining the makeup and your whole bridal photoshoot process. And it all came down to the invoice you kept. True enough, it wasn't there, just some early sweet talk promises. Some may end up rather forfeiting their deposit, and some have to top up a lot.

    You wouldn't want this to happen to you, would you?

    Intentionally or not, people do forget. The whole process for this bridal studio thing may span over 6 months or a year. It is wiser to keep everything written down on the invoice/ receipt. Assumptions are lethal in this field. Most of the time, they will honor what is written, unless there can be an ambiguity in the interpretation of invoice, especially if it's written in Chinese. Therefore, try to iron out all the hidden charges here, from your collagen ampoule for make up, body foundation, fake eyelashes, manicures down to the retrieval of soft copy of your photoshoots.

And for 11... oops.. Did I say 10? Alright, I'll stop here. I do hope that these tips would help at least a tiny bit for those bridal starters. Otherwise, just let me gloat in pride of my holiday activities apart from watching all the movie blockbusters.

The Years of the Houseman to Come

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Somehow, I am glad that I am not in one yet. The nihilistic comments swarming around FB is just too much that I'd rather not be in it 1st. It may sound gloomy, but in actuality, a gloating remark in guise for admiration in awe. Your first caesarean section, your first invasive procedure, your first piss in your pants, etc. It felt like back in primary years, where everyone goes rushing to their moms to tell what had happened, getting all excited over any single small thing. Just that the difference is, FB is the new mom. Tell this mom of yours and it'll tell the world about it. Acts like real moms, aye?


Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that they're wrong to do it, because by doing so, I'll be denying their freedom and rights for expression. Better this than some 24/7 religious comments, everytime, without fail, on how women should dress like a dumpling. Of course, this make it sounds as if the religion is all about sex and nothing else.


Anyhow, it is just not my style to do so.


Or perhaps it is also not my style of carrying the habit of upholding something called the UKM's pride. Seriously, I failed to see why are we so obsessed with the pride as such. Okay, so we're bound to make some mistakes during housemanship, and we may not be competent...yet. We have to learn, indeed, instead of gloating in past pride, on how not to let UKM down. It may have been a joke by the specialist, but taking it too personally is just.... no comment..

As the saying goes, those who dwell in the past glory will not be able to strive ahead. Look at how our Malaysian textbooks boast of the glorious days of Islamic civilization, so much that they filled the whole world history syllabus with it, making it as a small consolation gift for the pride of "We were once a great nation". In such process, the other civilizations were neglected, from Greek, Rome, to Renaissance. They failed to see that it is a natural progression of time, how great nations rise and fall, and what's even more important, the cause of their failure.

I guess we are all just humans. No one could escape from imperfection. That makes the world a whole lot more interesting a place to live in. Diversity is all that makes us special. *And even losers are special in their very own way(*Taken from the book "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother"). I just hope that this houseman dropout (me) will be able to blend in soon enough. And to declare to the universal mom about what I did in the hospital.


Nah, just kidding.


On a second thought, I'm not.


Oh wait, just kidding. :P


*All the best to fellow housemen, wishing you smooth journey in your undertakings. Do not take it too personally of my post, as it is just my personal opinion. I do not wished to be called in the wee hours for revenge. (I know you guys are still up by then for on-calls, but I'm not, as I'm still under my very own cosy blanket.. n_n").


First Class

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Believe you me. When I'm mentioning this, it is no Marvel series of X-Men. We produce you with our Malaysia's X-Women instead.


Let's say, if you're looking for first class prostitute service, would you be imagining females as such below?
 


Can you even try picturing them in kinky sex positions or offering some blowjobs?
(FYI, oral sex is not exactly legal in Malaysia)


Before you proceed any further, please equip yourself with a plastic bag in hand. You may need to puke. And that, is because they'll need at least Mystique's shapeshifter ability or Professor Xavier/ Snowqueen's mind manipulation to make them look decently as a prostitute.


I'm sure you know of the recent hoo-haa by this clown organization, so I'll stop commenting further on this Old Wives Club.


Make no mistake, I am not in support of prostitution and I have nothing against old ugly hag. Physical beauty lasts as long as a candle's lifetime.


What irks me is the mindset that blames women on everything while the men are all totally saints. And to think that all men are only looking for wives of prostitute qualities! When are we going to escape this barbaric mindset? A successful marriage is absolutely not all about sex, and definitely not always the female's fault if anything should happen. 


As you can see, marriage harmony has taken a whole new definition in this global era of modernization. While the previous era saw many wives pledging full loyalty and spends time serving their husbands at home and in bed, the new era demands mutual respect from each other and the sharing of responsibilities whenever possible. The female empowerment globally, has given females an equal say in almost everything, and (almost) equal rights with males. That is equal rights for education, equal rights for job opportunities and equal say in the financial books (if not more). The world may not be perfect, but we're trying to make everything fair.


Some may blame such empowerment for the increasing divorce rates in the world. Yes, the increasing numbers may seem worrying, but if this had been further looked into, you might see a different picture. While K-pop is one of the latest trends embraced by all, I wonder how many would realize that cases of domestic violence in South Korea is one of the highest in the world. The Korean men blamed it on their culture running in their veins (sounds familiar, regarding this culture-culture habit that must be followed regardless?). But the fact is, the number of educated Korean women had made it possible to reconcile and defend themselves, to be aware of their rights, hence also the number of divorce cases (one of the highest in the world, if not the highest). Of course, divorce is not the solution of family dysfunction, but it acts as a last resort when all else fails and your husband is still a jerk and a violent beast.


My point is, it is not that empowerment had a direct effect in causing the number of divorce cases spiralling upwards, but it is the increase in awareness and ability to defend themselves from such injustice, ranging from domestic violence or the "slavewives" mentality.


As we always say, it is easy to rear a pet than to live with another human being. Differences can be ignored if you have a pet. You can feed a dog with catfood and it'll adapt. But human beings? Any differences will need to be sought out and reconciled, with a pinch (or two, or many more) of tolerance. Therefore, it is no longer as easy as before to maintain such "marriage harmony". As many would have foresaw, it has proceeded slowly but surely to being a much more civilized marriage institution. Of course, the challenge is greater than before, but if one is aware of such changes and have the proper mindset to embrace it, the task will be easier, and believe you me, it might even be a stroll in the park after all. This, perhaps, is what I would call first class. :)

P.S: And I am in the beginning of this very challenge.  :P


STOP

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Recently, a friend had caught on a FB scam which requires SMS authentication.  Being one of the ones new to the cyber world and rarely being online + perhaps gullible, this friend got her phone number tied to the subscription to premium SMS. 

What is premium SMS, you asked?


Well, you know those numbers, "52530", "62333", (not postcodes, mind you!) that you send to and being charged ranging from RM 0.50 to sometimes RM12? Whatever they are sending you back, with the charges on you, are Premium SMS. Some are one-time fee, and some sucks out your credit periodically until it runs dry (for prepaid) or until you had a heart attack from the exorbitant phone bills that arrive via snail mail or e-mail (if you'd go green).


The problem is, such unscrupulous companies usually do not provide you with the option to terminate the service. Some may opt to change the phone line for that one mistake which was considered to be grave indeed, but of course, there is a better way which I had googled out to help a friend (Since I'd seldom subscribe to Premium SMS services, such problems seldom occur, and basically non-existent at the time being).

For your information, there is a Premium SMS Regulation in Malaysia to support consumers, although it is not so well known. To stop the service, any Premium SMS providers MUST accept either 2 of these to terminate their service, being "STOP", "STOP ALL", "BATAL", or "BATAL SEMUA". However, certain companies may have multiple subscription service, hence "STOP" or "BATAL" may return with a respond instruction to stop a specific service, such as "STOP GAMING", "STOP FOOTBNEWS", etc.

And so, my favorite command is "STOP ALL", simply because there are only 8 characters (including space) instead of "BATAL SEMUA" which consists of 11 characters (including space). Plus, it's universal, and suits me well with my lazy fingers syndrome. 

Thus, whenever you're in a premium SMS pinch, you know what to send back to that number.


STOP ALL!
(Oops.. minus the exclamation mark.. :P)

*For more information on the Premium SMS regulations in Malaysia, you can go to:
http://clients.txtnation.com/entries/182820-malaysia-premium-sms-regulations



Are We Becoming Cowards?

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We fear. We always fear of the authority. Yes, we do.

But sometimes, you can say that our fears bring us nowhere.

In a camp where monkeys shout and scream, we tolerate and agree with them, not because they are right. It is all because of their loud voice.

Look at the parliament. Shouts and scream to prove who is right. Look at the religious places. Some employ shouts and screams to pass along the so called "rightful" message. In public speech, those who carries the most emotion wins. How naive can we get? Even teachers in Malaysia prefer the "I talk, you shut up and listen" 1-way interaction.

Or perhaps we are just afraid of trouble. Don't trouble trouble, unless trouble troubles you. This can be a right attitude, but we must be aware that we must at times fend for our own rights. And be aware that some others can be rather manipulative. But that does not stop us from being vocal. Must we wait until these self-appointed "authority" overexert their powers shall we start to take our maiden steps? Must we wait like the 7-year old kid brutally murdered by the religious teacher who assumes full authority on his own? Call me radical, but most of the time, prevention is still better than cure. I'd preferred a quick scuffle to sort things out, and to remind these "little Napoleons" that they are not invincible. We can take things into our own hands when needed.

To move forward, it is not just the government that must change. Everyone should change. A change from 3rd world mentality to a developed nation's mindset. There is no point in changing political parties if both are equally as horrendous.Can corruption really change if the opposition wins? It would still be the same workforce that execute the national plans, the same people who would offer bribes, the same few people who shirks JPA scholarship bond, the same few criminal mastermind. It is an uphill task, but let's start from somewhere. Be more vocal, and start putting your thinking cap as well. Besides, freedom of speech is useless if you speak from across the ocean. No point criticizing Malaysia if you escape your JPA/MARA/whatever bond.

And let's be nice to each other, shall we? I am sometimes amused by the fact that racism does not recognize skin color, but we all do. Perhaps we have a long way to go. I, myself, have a long way as well. Let's do it together.

Let's not be a nation of cowards, and be a nation of unity. :)

Gossips and Rumors

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Gossips and rumors are lethal, and yet they are attractive. Though I have not been taken part in the active search for them for years too many beyond countable, my passive receptors still work. Of course, I am to be blamed if anything got out of the mouth, but no one asked where did I got hold of such information in the first place. Most of the time, I am the nth person to know, usually not the top 100 on the list. The best friend that had been told of is usually the first to leak to many, or sometimes, the perpetrator himself/herself told one story too many times to everyone, and assumes that it is a secret.

Maybe that is why I love so much of the term "cifrado en un cifrado". To hide it in your words, and to cover with another layer of meaning. The art of doubt and deception is not as sinful as one would have thought. It is just a tool to sharpen your mind. To doubt is to concern. We doubt because we want to know more of a person. We doubt if we really know enough of them. And so, trust is not merely believing wholly in someone, it is when we had stopped(finished) doubting. Blind trust after all, may lead to blind thrust. 2 full moons and a thrusting projectile? You get the gist of the impending doom.


But heck, do not expect me to keep your petty stories away from public. I am public. I am private. That is for me to decide. For every story told, there is at least another story untold. :P


Doctors Beware

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And so here goes a story of a hospital far far away, somewhere in Malaysia.

A new medical officer was transferred to the O&G department. And NEW is almost always TROUBLE, especially when you were equipped with extra skills from land abroad where the people were more forgiving. How forgiving, you ask?

There was a day when the medical officer was to do an elective caesarean section on a full term mother. All she care was "Today, I am going to beat my personal best time."

The patient was on spinal anesthesia, which would take half an hour to work. Before the time was up, coupled with the excitement of beating her very own personal time, she proceeded.

A touch on the abdomen with the forceps, and no question asked. A slice went through immediately, and there were cries from the mother. The pain was unbearable, and definitely traumatic to the mother. The kind anesthetist had to resort to general anesthesia, to put the mother out of the pain, just in case. Indication? A retard medical officer was trying to beat her own personal best time.

Of course, the timing was quick. A blind slice or two, direct to the rectus abdominis. I wonder if the abdominal muscle was hurt. The baby was got out in no time, without the mother realizing it.

At the end of it, the nurse complimented the doctor. "Wow, doktor hebatlah, 20 minit dah siap."

The medical officer replied, "Tidak, ianya 19 minit. Yes, I've beat my own personal best time." With such pride going to her head, I'd no idea how many screws in her brain had been lost to get such screwed up.

And this happened because of personal pride takes over the rationale aspect of the brain. When doctors really think that they are God. I know such incidence happens everywhere, where people love to boast of their speed. But please do make sure that you are competent enough to make it quick, and at the very least, show some guilt or sympathy for what you've done wrong. There's nothing to prove in such speed, only stupidity.

But do not be despair, not all doctors act that way. Most doctors are competent despite our not-so-sane attitude due to the prolonged working hours. I am just highlighting an incident I heard from a person who witnessed it. You know how stories can change when it is passed on from one to another, so it is up to you to believe it or not. I'd only hope that future doctors would take homethis message:

Be a safe doctor!!!

Disclaimer: This aforementioned event did not happen in UKMMC. :P

Genesis

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When I was 5, I looked out of the window, staring at the starry skies when I had wondered, where did we came from. I’d asked my mother, and that was when I was told of the story of the sperm and the egg, minus the detailed process of the orgy sex that might be involved in the production of me. You see, my parents are truthful creatures/ people. They’d never believed in the need to hide these real facts from their child (me). And so that answers why am I being rather well-versed in the sexual reproduction when even lecturers of medical faculty in Malaysia would have flinched at the topic of sex or anywhere close. And so there was no stork, no bees and birds (I’d never really understand what’s with the mechanical incompatibility between these two creatures with sex), or any celestial gates or turtle head, etc.

When I was young, it didn’t take a long time to understand that if parents give birth to children, there would be one convergent point when we looked back at the ancestry. And so, voila, there would be a need for a man and a woman on Earth. Therefore, at the age of 5, I’d deduced that someone must have created a man and a woman to start the propagation, amidst the couple having to be stuck to each other with no real choice. The me now would feel lucky to be living in the modern world.
And later on, as I’d picked up reading, there were lots of evidence reaffirming that. From all sorts of religion and culture and folklore, there must be a man and a woman. So, I might have well been as well as been a descendant of any Higher Order of Above eXisted, to know it so young in life.
If you think that’s true, you’re probably delusional.

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The problem is, the explanation of the origin were really that simple, because men were the ones who created it. People like you and me. And people had only started writing and reading way after they were born, so it’s all in the speculation. We build our ideas upon the “evidence” accumulated through generation, which is culture. What we believed in may seem true may not be true after all, despite us not lying about it, and because we strongly believe in it. We once thought that the Sun revolves around us as well.

Let’s reexamine what would really happen if the theory holds true, just like how people would rather refute the theory of evolution totally because they think it is an insult to originate from the lower ends of primate level.

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  1. Incest would have been really rampant. One man and a woman. Fine. And their children? Siblings incest. Subsequently cousins incest. And that is provided that we assume they are sound creatures, because when I’d put a pair of hamster together with their offspring, there would be father-mother, brother-sister, father- daughter, son-mother, grandfather- granddaughter, uncle-niece and henceforth. And if they would have been too civilized, there might even be brother- brother, sister-sister and those sorts of elements. I think you get the kinky picture by now. And so, we would have to conclude that incest must have been an acceptable practice, and perhaps should be accepted in the current culture.

    Ewh….

    However, I still think the best example to portray all these would be the Greek Gods mythology. I had no idea who’s who, so google each of them and get involved in the confusion. :P
  2. Your Higher Order Above eXisted, would have been belittled to be only just able to create a man and a woman. He must have been lacking in creativity to reproduce more, when He had all the resources to create the World in such a eccentric manner.
And theory goes on and on…

But you see, even researches were proven wrong from time to time. What makes a book written so long time ago to be that truthful? Can’t there be any revisions made, for example, like, the Higher Order Above eXisted created everything from a dot, or two dots? When we question the question, the world would become hysterical, lost, confused, and bound to head to doom as prophesized. I feel that it would be the best clause in any scriptures to put at the last of the chapters, so that people would fear to question or doubt it.

And the confusion goes on, because one would think that the other must be mad bestowing to non-living statues, and the other must be deluded talking to some revised ancient text, or eccentric by kneeling down to the walls or a building far far off. The problem is there is always a lack of understanding of one another’s faith. Even in interfaith discussion, one would see the “champion” of each faith “trying” to understand the others, while championing the faith in pride and glory, and explained how others can do better for their very own faith.

But yet the irony, the faith of the closest origins would always be the ones at each other’s throat, centuries and millennia. Could there never be of any peaceful co-existence? Must the so-called “heaven” be divided as if countries, or just dividing walls, so that each would think that they are the only ones there, shall there be eternal peace.

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Lamarck

What if the Theory of Evolution holds true partially if not totally? Charles Darwin Jr could be right, otherwise we would all be of the same faces and looks. Or perhaps Jean-Baptiste Lamarck could be right about his theory of acquired inheritance. Recent research has gave light to Lamarck’s theory in the form of epigenetics. Nothing holds true forever. Galileo was almost sentenced to death via the Roman Inquisition by justifying that the Earth revolves around the Sun. And olden faith denounced him because of that, proving that perhaps their ancient scriptures said otherwise, the Earth being the center of the universe, and everything revolves around the Earth. And modern astronomy proved that even the Sun wasn’t the center of the universe, being a tiny young star revolving around the center of the galaxy along other stars. And who knows, the theory of The Beginning may truly be written along the lines of two dots, or She Bangs instead of the Big Bang?

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It all began with....

Someone may thought of how to fly, but bear in mind that the Wilbur brothers were the ones who actually realizes it and that’s what really matters. You may think that some scholar thought of the Theory of Relativity, but Einstein realizes it (and also the nuclear bomb). But that does not make them truly right. In the future, who knows that e does not equals to mc square? The truth is, the world is there for us to explore. Why must we be bothered too much of people of different faith or race? Exploration serves no harm, and could not prove for or against any faith, hence, knowledge should be sought without any limitations (unless if it involves lives, of course, mind you) such as “because the Higher Order Above eXisted says so”. Ponder for a while, my readers, for this is an open question. There is no truth, there is no blasphemy. The answer lies within each and every one of you.

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31st Dec 2010

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I'd written a lengthy post on what happened in 2010. But sooner, I'd realized that all I wanna say to all is:

Happy New Year 2011!!



*Signing off in a less flambuoyant manner*

Dilemma: Choices in Life`

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I am not the wisest man on earth when it comes to choices. I knew the fact that I hesitated many times as I'd rather be non-committal. But again, time is a factor now as we need to decide. This time, to where I am posted for my housemanship training.


And the story goes again and again like this:


Primary six, post-UPSR:
I was offered a spot in a boarding school, SM Sains Selangor, Cheras. Yes, the one near UKMMC. I'd no idea why would my school applied for me without my consent for once. It must have been lucky to be among the 3 chosen ones from my school, but I had begged to differ. Boarding schools were never my culture, and never in my blood. It just meant strict discipline without the comfort of home. Some of you may boast of how disciplined you'd get, but that's your business (and your own consolation, not mine). So, boarding school means waking up at 5am even if you don't have to, because your dorm mates are already up for prayers. Boarding school means no television. Boarding school means going out of school twice a month, once for grocery shopping and once for spending the weekends with the family. It meant no life for someone like me who lives in an urban setting full of temptations and leisure. Why would I want to torture myself? It's not like my life depended on it. It's not like it's the only way for me to obtain education for the sake of social mobility. Mind you, I think I'd done better than I would have if I'm in a boarding school, if I did not suffer from depression, suicidal, or most likely homicidal given the nature of my temper when provoked. Oh, of course, not to mention that I cried, beg and pleaded not to be sent there. Oh well, that was the past.


Secondary 5, Post-SPM:
An offer for Singapore's A-level. Yes, the most unlikely offer, with no guarantees for anything. High chance that I'll be sent home post A-levels with nothing left for me. But then, it stood as an option, to experience something different from my local experience. Too many things and matters prevented me from going. National service, for once, had summoned upon me. And the poor response and inability of the Singapore officials in handling this matter, being always non-chalant and very irresponsible. I'd no idea why I'd always had bad experiences with Singapore until now with some sort of jinx, but that's another story altogether. If I'm there, I have to share a room for two, while at home, I'm having two rooms for my own. The comfort of home is just too tempting.


High school, Post- STPM:
Perhaps it was time to leave the nest. I was contemplating the universities at offer, with the possibilities wide enough for a choice of my own. Well, perhaps London was a loose choice, with LSE being my dream university I wonder why. At that moment, taking the path of an economist wasn't that bad an idea. But sooner than later, it was a graduated exposure, I know. It was slightly further than home, I'd to leave in a hostel, but I still had the freedom to travel to and fro home as I like. I know not many people could enjoy the luxury, which is why they would label "mommy's boy" or worse. But I know, given the opportunity, they would do the same too. It's just that I grabbed hold of what's mine and they couldn't.


Med-School: Pre-professionals exams:
There could be no turning back now it seems. Time to spread my wings and fly and breathe in the air from the higher skies. If I had not make a journey now, I would have to leave later without a promise of return. I'd taken my 1st leap. It is now up to fate if I would eventually glide and soar off in my maiden leap, or should I fall like how the great Humpty Dumpty did.

And suddenly, the poems came back to my mind:



TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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A Christmas "Well" Spent

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I'd love to say I'd spend my Christmas well. I'd love to bring my dear to somewhere, to enjoy the scene and the atmosphere. But all I did was went to Kamal Bookstore, getting some books and a brand new stethoscope as a Christmas present for myself. My old one had some muffled sound and I couldn't differentiate between a splitting heart sound, a gallop or a murmur.


And I got some stationery after losing my pencil case somewhere. And I got some flu of some sort out of the blue. A severe headache, muscle ache, back pain and fever had just made my day. I was confined to the bed for most of the time of the day with the most severe headache since Year 2 med school. Back then, it was some Taiwan strain of flu that I got as a souvenir from EAMSC 2007 that had a convalescence period up to 1-2 months.


Thanks to my dear who had been taking care of me for the whole day, I'm slowly recovering. I know I don't make the best patient when I'm sick, being volatile especially when I'm hypersensitive to noises and my head's heavy for me to make any proper judgment. But now, everything seems to be in a daze. AGAIN. And it's 12.00am, end of Christmas. Screw you, this year's Christmas. I'd no fond memories of you this year.

End of Pediatrics - A Reflection

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I guess one should take a break, and reflect once in a while, such as to keep our sanity in check. And anger as well. Most of the time, whenever there is a PPD reflection, I'm sure most of us were tempted to put in a one-liner in the submission, such as "Please refer my blog" for fellow bloggers. Or perhaps for the most of us, it would be "Please check my FB/ Twitter status updates for an honest reflection of what I am going through". An emo update would indicate a depression state, or some it could be a mania state. But if you happened to see me publishing FB games updates on the wall, please ignore it. It wouldn't be me playing 6-7 FB games out of boredom/escapism. It wouldn't be me spending most of my time on FB for things like such. It could probably be a hacker playings games with my account, accumulating in-game wealth all for my sole benefit. I mean, our online activities clearly defines what we reflect anyway. Bloggers may include photos, which would decorate the dry "model essay" that we submit for PPD reflection everytime.

Oops, these weren't mine. They happened to be in my shopping bag. :P

And to include some videos, like, what they have learnt in the posting, like trucut biopsy technique or the tool.



And so to talk about Peds posting, perhaps we should have a recollection of Year 4. The zest and ambitions that failed to materialize:

If there is a shopping that I love to do, it would be for medical books. I have only a few photocopied books, which half I had the original ones as well, particularly the new Pre-Test series. But somehow I got myself the most number of books for Pediatrics, which I did not fully utilize because there's too much to read and also because I slacked off. 

If you'd think that Pediatrics is just a happy place where the cute kids and toys are, you would suck in all the happiness as well, you must be dead wrong.



Oh, photos can really be deceiving.

But oh well, everyone has a different perception, so I'll leave it to you guys to determine yourself.


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I was chosen in the most unconventional way...

And so, I was chosen and sent to a rural area which requires 2 hours of sampan upstream, 5 hours of walking with no electricity and clean water supply from SYABAS Hospital Slim River for the 1st 2 weeks for attachment. I must say the hospital was quite decent although I can't say so for the accommodation.


Hospital Slim River

 

The best thing was, I was sent there on my birthday. For that, I had to celebrate my birthday in Zeuk Slim River with my fellow group mates. They were very kind indeed. I got elected as a leader on that day with my %$# good luck in drawing lots. And it was also my 1st 24 hours on-call.




But oh well, we'll make do with what we had. Chin Kimg and Zi Teng helped celebrated my birthday in Slim River. Of course, my dear had celebrated with me on the weekends prior to going to Slim River. I had a nice golden tie, but I don't do much camwhoring lately. Thanks dear. And yes, I would like to take the opportunity to thank them (CK & ZT) as well.


There's no Secret Recipe, so any cake would have to do. :P




If you think we had any enthusiasm, it must have been brought from the feel good effect of Surgery posting. Of course, some had very high hopes when we were there.
24-hour oncall crash course (on her oncall day)


But what really happened in the end was:


You get what I mean.


The problem is, everything there is just too slow-paced. We were just sucked into the trap of softwork (the opposite of hardwork?) And so, every single piece of optimism was sucked out of us before being sent back to UKMMC. 


Fortunately, we picked up the fast-paced lifestyle in UKMMC despite some initial difficulties. Perhaps it was the reverse-Midas touch that I had during our senior's convocation. We were back in time to be there, at least for a while if not the whole event.


The gold medal was a source of inspiration and dream for most of us. An elusive dream. I would really want to molest have a feel of it and gained some of its blessings. Fortunately, there weren't many of us, so I had a bigger portion of the blessings the opportunity to feel and have a closer look. And this may be our only chance since we'll be too jealous to touch our coursemate's gold medal by the time of our convocation. :P


Enough said. That was just a side story to introduce the rare and shiny gold medal along with the recipient, of course:


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2010 UKM Gold Medallist, Dr Leong Yuhyang


As for the Peds posting, life goes on as usual, apart from the too many MMC medical students hogging the patients in Peds, while awaiting their professionals exams in UKMMC. I mean, Peds has only 1 ward with max 28 patients. We had 30 UKM medical students at one time in the wards, along with almost 20 more from MMC. Overcrowdedness is an issue. Another issue was some of them had a longest case exam style. They can take 4-5 hours just to clerk a patient. Maybe that's the exam style in China or that particular Uni. -.-"


As I have Assoc Prof Dr Raja Juanita as my supervisor, Peds wasn't that torturing, as she was one of the few doctors who were more benign.


We even have time for the occasional adventures.


Restaurant Kin Kin in Pandan Indah, which I had finally found.


Yeah, it means no more jam in the town trying to grab a bite in a place with a rather high crime-rate in Jalan TAR.



And on the last week of Peds posting, we had skills lab, supposedly to hone our skills.
But we used dummies for skills lab. The "fake" feeling is still there, just like how fake boobs would have feel like. It's just not real.


And here is an extra one. To prove a point that it's just hard to take from a dummy, and the unreal feeling.


Overall, I am satisfied with the posting. Partially because I put in more efforts than last year in Peds. Partially because the sense of redemption was there. I read more to cover what I have not in Year 4. I worked harder but may not achieved what others may have gone through, but that's alright. Paying back my karma in Year 4 would be enough, and what matters the most is that I am better than the me yesterday. After all, I just need to compare with myself. :P


P.S: The anticipation of O&G posting would be reserved for another post. (Should there be one)

Revisiting TARC

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I went to TARC to collect my alumni card, the second reissuance due to the fact that I'd lost the first one a month after that. It happened 3-4 years ago, so I tried getting a new one during the last break. It was during the festive holiday, so there wasn't anyone there to begin with. I took quite the leisure strolling around the School of Pre-U Studies (SPUS). I'd always like to have a walk there, partially because of the scenery which also attracted me to do my Form 6 there. The air there was fresher, with a campus feel, and the sound of the birds chirping busily but merrily on the trees. TARC had undergone some beautification as I can see, to attract potential students here. Below are some photos I'd taken. :P

 1. Landscaping effort with more complexity in the greens. Previously it was just plain cowgrass with some flower bushes.

2. Fountain/waterfall. That's some money to invest into beautification.

3. The Yum-Yum Park (Shady Park) in TARC with a grand hut with marble flooring out of nowhere. I mean, I've only seen such huts in Nirvana Memorials. You get what I mean.

4. The pavement road to the lecture halls. Yes, the building you see in the photo is where the lecture halls are located. What I'm envious of is the pavement, because that's freaking nicer than the stone tiles which were older than me and had caused countless injuries to the students walking on it.

5. I can't resist from snapping another shot. The ascent to heaven lecture hall.


6. Previously known as the mosquito park, this place is currently mosquito-free. Once upon a time, there weren't any need for 3D movies like Piranha. You can try it firsthand in this park, where zounds of mosquitoes pound towards you. Seriously, I mean, you can lose a pint of blood instantly. Or maybe two or three. But too bad, such service is no longer available. Go watch Piranha 3D instead for such surreal feeling.

7. Another view of former mosquito park. The beautification of the area may attract new students there, but old timer like me flinched once in a while while walking past the park. The feeling of the "invisible" mosquitoes lurking around still gives me the chill down my spine.

8. The labs. TARC features a building for its labarotaries. This building houses 4 chemistry labs, 2 physics labs and 2 biology labs as I know of. I'm sure there are more, just that I did not explore much as there are other sorts of labs as well. Currently, it is used more by SPUS and also SAS (School of Arts & Science)

9. One of the Physics lab. During my time, the tables were 18 years older than me. It seems the labs were refurbished as well. It may not beat labs like Marie Curie lab in HELP or other private colleges, but it's a decent one with adequate facilities.



10. The Chemistry lab. There is a nice touch to the colors and the tables. I remembered the old tables had some nails on the sides, which had torn some of my khaki. And the white boards had replaced all the old black board with chalks. (Yeah, TARC was everything old previously) And currently, it is a requirement to wear goggles and lab coats in these Chemistry labs. Gosh, no more casual wear while doing some Chemistry experiments! :P


I guess the new students must be lucky. With all the investment TARC has put in for the facilities, it's quite comfortable to be in there. But I'd set my footsteps away, and my footprints are far from here as I had embark on yet another new journey soon. To where, I'd no idea as well. Life is after all, full of surprises.









A Truly Inspiring Pediatrician

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Today, I met a doctor. A great doctor. And also a great person. A doctor his age would have been too tired to teach, or to listen to his subordinates and students alike. And yet there he was, stood tall, yet humble. He was due for a talk in Hospital Slim River for the allied-health, and he stopped by at the Pediatrics ward. His passion for medicine never ceased, and he gave a short rounds to offer help if he could, and a short teaching for us in Hospital slim River. It was just a simple teaching on the management of acute asthma, but we had realised that it wasn't the content that matters. What we saw was a great person with overflowing passion for Medicine that could truly inspire the people around him. If only he had been my supervisor in Pediatrics posting, no doubt I'll be one of those aspiring Pediatricians. 


"Medicine is not in the wards, it is outside of the wards." He urged the medical officers in the wards to go out and "adopt" a peripheral clinic and visit there often to gain experience. He understands the situation of the mushrooming of medical schools, and yet he never grumble but offered solutions to the problems. Such a positive way of thinking that I would have respect him much more than most of the doctors I've seen. If he would have been to UKMMC, I think he would have been one of the top doctors, being one of the most inspiring figure. But then, he already is. He's teaching at a national level, organising courses for personnels, doctors and other medical staff alike, apart from his current job. And yet he could also find time for his passion in bird watching and authoring books in his hobby. One that could balance his life so well that he is a role model, in and out of Medicine. I wish I could met him earlier, but now is never too late. I hope he could be the inspiration I'm in dire need of.


He is Dato' Dr Amar-Singh HSS, Consultant Community Pediatrician & Head of Department of Pediatrics, Hospital Ipoh.