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This goes waayy back,about 10 years ago.Soon after SPM and matriculation programme,i had no idea what to do.I have no future plan.
I loved arts,science,martial arts,makeups,fashion,architecture,designing etc.Ya Allah mmg rs minat semua bende EXCEPT anything related to maths.(Ironically i am now in a field where all the weird maths topic had been put to good use in actual real life! o_O) Talk about another school-life mystery solved,eh? :p
Alhamdulillah i think i can deal both arts and science in a good way.All that not without a gruesome amount of hardwork and interest,of course. *lap2 peloh*
So how do i know what am i supposed to do for future? I dont.
Among all common demanding job scope i had to put up with at that time,i randomly decided to be a florist.Jokes asides,mmg minat sgt n suke tgk bunge,pegang bunge n nk ciom n makan bunga tu hari2.Dasar perempuan tulen sgt kan? Padehal ganas juge bak kate hasbeng..Life is funny.Sedar2 1 month later tibe2 dh duduk dalam lecture hall belajar pasal hippocratic oath in a mixture of foreign language accent :|
Dont ask me how but all my life has been that way.Follow the flow, they said.It will be fine they said.Somehow most of my life decisions was made upon the influence from my mother kot.Tutup buka mata sedar2 dah abeh SPM,tup2 dah sampai negara orang dah.Pusing kepala tgk2 dah bwk kreta sendiri g kerja n anak dok merengek kat belakang. Alhamdulillah.
Dulu selalu berangan nk ade kedai cmni..Siap ade concept cafe lgi.Geramzz
Hanya org kesihatan tau whts really going on behind those surgical masks and gloves
Medicine especially in a foreign land with a foreign language is not for the faint hearted.So if you truly are interested,no matter where or when,doesnt matter if it is medical related,just do it.I'Allah He will lead you the way.Medicine is all about understanding facts,seriously only facts,memorize them and use them practically.It is a bonus if you are not really into medicine but have good skills in memorizing,i think this type of people will do well in exams.But for those who dont,they'll struggle.Nevertheless,i doubted those who have pure interest in medicine will have any problems at all because people with interest tend to understand things well,not get bored easily with what they read,hence,they'll develop their own thoughts and good interpretations to explain facts by using their own words.So kudos and hi-5 to these kinna ppl!
I'm a sucker at memorizing stuffs.Thank you pakcik Alberto
Why i say medicine is a mixture of madness (apart from the b2b mini colloquiums(test)) and state exams we had back then) is because the amount of knowledge itself and how the hell to remember them at that point.When u are a doctor(or made to be one) people expect you to know EVERYTHAANGG!!Even if its not in your job scope.Some even asked me why the heck do their spouses behaving strange.Duh!And Oh em gee i remembered learning about the anatomy of the nose alone(sounds simple kan) tp pastuh tetibe plak lecturer tanya pasal connections,bones,the nerves that enter and exist,the blood supply.What happens if this and that and how or what.Imagine,that is only the nose.Belum part mata,mulut,telinga,anak tekak,leher ,jantung etc..! *Cries*
Crapness i tell yuh..And that is when i is scaaareddd!However i have no idea how i survived all that brutal teachings as i got "severely hyper-informative -ed" for the past 6 years. >__<"
Perhaps I think i should thank God for my "hantam sajalah" skills.Apparently during my final state oral exams ( Usually oral exams post MCQ's are the most vital part in our exmas here) we were assigned to an examiner, and they always give us clues if we seemed to be so much blurr,very dont know,too facepalm *dodge* ...so to any questions bombarded by the above 70 year old profs/doctors,using my "hantam sajalah" skills i got my what seemingly-might-be the-correct answers -- right! Yayers!
Ok maybe ade yg xpaham ape daku cube ckp ni so abaikan. Ihiks.
This,is of course from my own personal thoughts and view.Dont know about others,perhaps they are more relaxed and did better than the gelabah me.So super yay to them! *clap clap*
Despite all the leaps and bounds,every lesson and knowledge that we gained is a good deed.That i dont realised until now.Belajar itu satu mujahadah dan akan mendapat pahala.Especially you KNOW fo'sho youre about to embark in a profession that helps unfortunate people in the future actually.And the pahala of helping those poor needy people are unimaginable kut.Hanya Allah mampu membalas jasa.
Thinking of this,yes,medicine is cool in its own way.
Talk about cool-ness..Lets skip to the future a lil bit from there.I entered housemanship,and much later got posted to peads department( i was a 4th poster maser tuh,department yang so full of drama,pfft!).I remembered this one particular scenario -- i was working in the observation areas and had to be all eyes on the 40 ++ crying babies of all sorts of colours and sizes
( jaundiced,pale,pink,hopefully&thankfully no blue,big and small) do rounds and make notes,suddenlly " WIUUWIUWIUUOO".That was the labour room's loud emergency alarm next door calling for paeds attention for fetal distress.So me and my pal was on a night shift at that time immediately dropped everything that was in front of us (not if a baby of course) and ran for the baby's dear life next door.All my heart chant was "God no!It's still a baby!Please be okay please be okay!!" As we were running like hussain bolt in olympics across the NICU to LR,it gave me goosebumps,as if i am proud of my job and i am needed in a difficult situation (sbb time tuh i mcm newbs gittew).Nevertheless,i feel awesome.Adrenaline pumping rushed through my veins like not even the scariest roller coaster ride cld ever give me.It is, a baby afterall.And if you are already in a medical line,that is really scary!!I noticed people started to give way and the makguard and pakguard helped us to clear the line.Saving the flat baby was another story.
Gambar hiasan,tapi cmtula situasi.Gave me goosebumps bila tringat balik.
Screaming to get our dear MO's to come quick was the catch (we were merely doctors in training at that point so we were not allowed to handle a dangerous medicolegal stuff like that without supervision).I cant remember what happened next,but i loved how our oncall MO (mmg he's super jonah tahap dewa but he is so baikk tahap dewa also!) said "Chill,i moonwalk je to the LR sambil2 u guys call td ..So what have been done..?" he smiled and sighed in relief when was told the baby was already given PPV and picked up a good heart rate by us..He then took over the baby and did the needful.I swear i noticed him sweating profusely and his face flushed and eyes half closed from tiredness.As i said,cant remember what happened next but i think the baby and mother was just fine later that night.
2 lesson learned: #1: Must be calm in any situation,good or bad. #2:Be nice,always,to your juniors no matter what level you are at.
In short,you can do medicine.But you must know what it takes to be a doctor.What will and must be sacrificed.What is the situation of a real doctor in this country (Dont ever compare our system with the overseas system because ours is just..they dont...even compare!).We have a lot of branches and fileds to be explored in medicine itself,which i later discovered in my life.So it's a good choice and worth the try IF you are the "kuat semangat and tak mudah putus asa ,tulang besi urat dawai dan berjiwe kental" type. ;)
In the end,yea. The end!Do what you want,have fun doing it. Work hard,work smart,but dont be a troubled smartypants alright!
I dont cheat in exams and never did,never will.But i know many does this.Hukum? W'alam..
Till Later ~
** Grammatical errors are intended in some of the sentences for fun purposes,if you understand jokes and have watched punk/hipster kinna movies. :p
Nak kongsi cerita panjang yg cuba dijadikan pendek.
This goes waayy back,about 10 years ago.Soon after SPM and matriculation programme,i had no idea what to do.I have no future plan.
I loved arts,science,martial arts,makeups,fashion,architecture,designing etc.Ya Allah mmg rs minat semua bende EXCEPT anything related to maths.(Ironically i am now in a field where all the weird maths topic had been put to good use in actual real life! o_O) Talk about another school-life mystery solved,eh? :p
Alhamdulillah i think i can deal both arts and science in a good way.All that not without a gruesome amount of hardwork and interest,of course. *lap2 peloh*
So how do i know what am i supposed to do for future? I dont.
Among all common demanding job scope i had to put up with at that time,i randomly decided to be a florist.Jokes asides,mmg minat sgt n suke tgk bunge,pegang bunge n nk ciom n makan bunga tu hari2.Dasar perempuan tulen sgt kan? Padehal ganas juge bak kate hasbeng..Life is funny.Sedar2 1 month later tibe2 dh duduk dalam lecture hall belajar pasal hippocratic oath in a mixture of foreign language accent :|
Dont ask me how but all my life has been that way.Follow the flow, they said.It will be fine they said.Somehow most of my life decisions was made upon the influence from my mother kot.Tutup buka mata sedar2 dah abeh SPM,tup2 dah sampai negara orang dah.Pusing kepala tgk2 dah bwk kreta sendiri g kerja n anak dok merengek kat belakang. Alhamdulillah.
Dulu selalu berangan nk ade kedai cmni..Siap ade concept cafe lgi.Geramzz
Al Kisahnya..In 2006 i flew off to Mother Russia,Moscow to seek for the unknown.*Seronott sgt minah debab ni nk g obersi mase tuh siap pakai cap terbalik -yes i was free hair- n sweater tebal2 dok dlm plane kat klia,pastuh peluh2 panas*
Riding on their local airplane 'Aeroflot' for the first time has given me a one of a kind life experience itself and they never failed to give me a memorable journey everytime.For 6 yrs i have pursued my studies there,3 yrs in medium english and the remaining fully in russian.Challenging i must say,but thank god for the adopted family i have there - my malaysian classmates and some russian friends ive met during usrah/daurah.So it was all good and i managed to cope with all the weird people and brutal education systems,their extreme weather and culture.Gosh now i missed that place.
I remembered the first time on the first day itself when i arrived it was around end of October,the beginning of autumn.I had a terrible flu and was down with high grade fever.Boo.I was scared because i was being so junior and had no idea what and where,who or how..Lucky me i had malaysian kakak2 seniors to shelter me in their room for a few days until i got sorted out.From the registration place i got drowsy and was about to knocked out.So the kakak2 senior yg baik hati brought me to the student hostels and all i can remember was lying on a fluffy warm bed and took a glimpse from the movie 'wrong turn' put up by them on a tiny tv and had a good laugh at the ugly cannibals before i shut down and got knocked out completely.The next thing i knew,it was the morning after. :/ To me,this was where my life started.
Many days,months and years passes by.Together we managed to survive that extreme land.Sure quite a handful of students quitted.But we somehow are wht we called the survivors.6 years passes by and we finally graduated.Through this years i have learned so much and grown to a real woman (i think ehehee).It is the land that transformed me to who i am today.There i got to know my current husband.Towards the final years,is when my parents got divorced when i was about to take my final opthalmology exam (and failed because i was unable to concentrate and was in a major depression.Sobs!).It is towards the final year i realised the beauty of islam and the sweet taste of imaan in a way that i have never thought of or explained to growing up as a muslim child.All tht i gained in an estranged,communist land.There then i decided to be a hijabist with a new attitude and proud of wearing them as a brand in that foreign country and brought that spirit back to my own tropical motherland.It is there i learned about truth,lies,bravery,sadness,happiness,strength blablaaa..
Reminiscing back to what happened,medical wasnt easy for those who embarked this field not because of interest.Many i found choses medicine because of their parents interest.Some because they have good grades but not sure what to do and decided to do medicine cz the money seems promising in the future(seriously this is a white lie).Some also wanted to do medicine because of the label 'Dr' they will get on graduation ,hence,the term 'Respect&Proud' by families and org kampong.But i also found (not many) due to their pure own interest.For whatever reason it may be,it all came down to your own future self.Kan?Riding on their local airplane 'Aeroflot' for the first time has given me a one of a kind life experience itself and they never failed to give me a memorable journey everytime.For 6 yrs i have pursued my studies there,3 yrs in medium english and the remaining fully in russian.Challenging i must say,but thank god for the adopted family i have there - my malaysian classmates and some russian friends ive met during usrah/daurah.So it was all good and i managed to cope with all the weird people and brutal education systems,their extreme weather and culture.Gosh now i missed that place.
I remembered the first time on the first day itself when i arrived it was around end of October,the beginning of autumn.I had a terrible flu and was down with high grade fever.Boo.I was scared because i was being so junior and had no idea what and where,who or how..Lucky me i had malaysian kakak2 seniors to shelter me in their room for a few days until i got sorted out.From the registration place i got drowsy and was about to knocked out.So the kakak2 senior yg baik hati brought me to the student hostels and all i can remember was lying on a fluffy warm bed and took a glimpse from the movie 'wrong turn' put up by them on a tiny tv and had a good laugh at the ugly cannibals before i shut down and got knocked out completely.The next thing i knew,it was the morning after. :/ To me,this was where my life started.
Many days,months and years passes by.Together we managed to survive that extreme land.Sure quite a handful of students quitted.But we somehow are wht we called the survivors.6 years passes by and we finally graduated.Through this years i have learned so much and grown to a real woman (i think ehehee).It is the land that transformed me to who i am today.There i got to know my current husband.Towards the final years,is when my parents got divorced when i was about to take my final opthalmology exam (and failed because i was unable to concentrate and was in a major depression.Sobs!).It is towards the final year i realised the beauty of islam and the sweet taste of imaan in a way that i have never thought of or explained to growing up as a muslim child.All tht i gained in an estranged,communist land.There then i decided to be a hijabist with a new attitude and proud of wearing them as a brand in that foreign country and brought that spirit back to my own tropical motherland.It is there i learned about truth,lies,bravery,sadness,happiness,strength blablaaa..
Medicine especially in a foreign land with a foreign language is not for the faint hearted.So if you truly are interested,no matter where or when,doesnt matter if it is medical related,just do it.I'Allah He will lead you the way.Medicine is all about understanding facts,seriously only facts,memorize them and use them practically.It is a bonus if you are not really into medicine but have good skills in memorizing,i think this type of people will do well in exams.But for those who dont,they'll struggle.Nevertheless,i doubted those who have pure interest in medicine will have any problems at all because people with interest tend to understand things well,not get bored easily with what they read,hence,they'll develop their own thoughts and good interpretations to explain facts by using their own words.So kudos and hi-5 to these kinna ppl!
Why i say medicine is a mixture of madness (apart from the b2b mini colloquiums(test)) and state exams we had back then) is because the amount of knowledge itself and how the hell to remember them at that point.When u are a doctor(or made to be one) people expect you to know EVERYTHAANGG!!Even if its not in your job scope.Some even asked me why the heck do their spouses behaving strange.Duh!And Oh em gee i remembered learning about the anatomy of the nose alone(sounds simple kan) tp pastuh tetibe plak lecturer tanya pasal connections,bones,the nerves that enter and exist,the blood supply.What happens if this and that and how or what.Imagine,that is only the nose.Belum part mata,mulut,telinga,anak tekak,leher ,jantung etc..! *Cries*
Crapness i tell yuh..And that is when i is scaaareddd!However i have no idea how i survived all that brutal teachings as i got "severely hyper-informative -ed" for the past 6 years. >__<"
Perhaps I think i should thank God for my "hantam sajalah" skills.Apparently during my final state oral exams ( Usually oral exams post MCQ's are the most vital part in our exmas here) we were assigned to an examiner, and they always give us clues if we seemed to be so much blurr,very dont know,too facepalm *dodge* ...so to any questions bombarded by the above 70 year old profs/doctors,using my "hantam sajalah" skills i got my what seemingly-might-be the-correct answers -- right! Yayers!
Ok maybe ade yg xpaham ape daku cube ckp ni so abaikan. Ihiks.
This,is of course from my own personal thoughts and view.Dont know about others,perhaps they are more relaxed and did better than the gelabah me.So super yay to them! *clap clap*
Despite all the leaps and bounds,every lesson and knowledge that we gained is a good deed.That i dont realised until now.Belajar itu satu mujahadah dan akan mendapat pahala.Especially you KNOW fo'sho youre about to embark in a profession that helps unfortunate people in the future actually.And the pahala of helping those poor needy people are unimaginable kut.Hanya Allah mampu membalas jasa.
Thinking of this,yes,medicine is cool in its own way.
Talk about cool-ness..Lets skip to the future a lil bit from there.I entered housemanship,and much later got posted to peads department( i was a 4th poster maser tuh,department yang so full of drama,pfft!).I remembered this one particular scenario -- i was working in the observation areas and had to be all eyes on the 40 ++ crying babies of all sorts of colours and sizes
( jaundiced,pale,pink,hopefully&thankfully no blue,big and small) do rounds and make notes,suddenlly " WIUUWIUWIUUOO".That was the labour room's loud emergency alarm next door calling for paeds attention for fetal distress.So me and my pal was on a night shift at that time immediately dropped everything that was in front of us (not if a baby of course) and ran for the baby's dear life next door.All my heart chant was "God no!It's still a baby!Please be okay please be okay!!" As we were running like hussain bolt in olympics across the NICU to LR,it gave me goosebumps,as if i am proud of my job and i am needed in a difficult situation (sbb time tuh i mcm newbs gittew).Nevertheless,i feel awesome.Adrenaline pumping rushed through my veins like not even the scariest roller coaster ride cld ever give me.It is, a baby afterall.And if you are already in a medical line,that is really scary!!I noticed people started to give way and the makguard and pakguard helped us to clear the line.Saving the flat baby was another story.
Screaming to get our dear MO's to come quick was the catch (we were merely doctors in training at that point so we were not allowed to handle a dangerous medicolegal stuff like that without supervision).I cant remember what happened next,but i loved how our oncall MO (mmg he's super jonah tahap dewa but he is so baikk tahap dewa also!) said "Chill,i moonwalk je to the LR sambil2 u guys call td ..So what have been done..?" he smiled and sighed in relief when was told the baby was already given PPV and picked up a good heart rate by us..He then took over the baby and did the needful.I swear i noticed him sweating profusely and his face flushed and eyes half closed from tiredness.As i said,cant remember what happened next but i think the baby and mother was just fine later that night.
2 lesson learned: #1: Must be calm in any situation,good or bad. #2:Be nice,always,to your juniors no matter what level you are at.
In short,you can do medicine.But you must know what it takes to be a doctor.What will and must be sacrificed.What is the situation of a real doctor in this country (Dont ever compare our system with the overseas system because ours is just..they dont...even compare!).We have a lot of branches and fileds to be explored in medicine itself,which i later discovered in my life.So it's a good choice and worth the try IF you are the "kuat semangat and tak mudah putus asa ,tulang besi urat dawai dan berjiwe kental" type. ;)
In the end,yea. The end!Do what you want,have fun doing it. Work hard,work smart,but dont be a troubled smartypants alright!
Till Later ~
** Grammatical errors are intended in some of the sentences for fun purposes,if you understand jokes and have watched punk/hipster kinna movies. :p
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