wooo... it has been exactly two whole weeks since i last updated. a lot has happened even in the blogging world... alas, kak aliya has resigned from the blogging world... i can't enjoy her wonderful writings anymore...
i don't even know where to begin. i guess today would be a start. we had our 1st minitest this morning. i anticipated 10 anat questions but 17/30 came out... some of the epid questions i just couldn't answer..
i'm feeling numb right now. my seminar this week has been postponed to next week. i can't go home this weekend coz i have to prepare for it...
Monday, March 28, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
My week’s report
Alhamdulillah…I have my computer back. After a tiring week, I let out a sigh of relief and count my blessings. A brief recap of the week (for my own muhasabah lest i forget);
Monday, was the PBL presentation and then at night we had our jilsah.
Tuesday, epid quiz, anat practical, my internal frustration, and tajwid class
Wednesday, anat and epid lectures as usual, silat, then at nite gi comp lab to do journal study and epid assignment…frust gile sebab tak jumpe much…tanak jadi epidemiologist dah
Thursday was Teha’s birthday, so me, sibah and shidah decided to celebrate all the birthdays that we’d missed of our former express classmates all at once. We went to Megamall and celebrated at Kenny Rogers and also bought 2 cakes. Teha’s roommates also gave her a surprise party but I was too tired and too full to join, but I didn’t feel like studying so I read the cerpen I’d saved. Owh, my scholar dah masuk…yay, finally.
Friday, anat tuto then halaqah which I came late to coz I‘d gone and seen Dr Imad to submit my seminar draft, then an epid lecture. Tengahari we ate the left over cake and in the evening was an osteology lecture on the lower limbs, that nite i didn’t have any modal for tasmi’ but came down nonetheless. Dr.Melur was busy finding facis for the KRJ program on sat and sun, only me and Asma’ were available though we were quite reluctant to go. In the end, we felt compelled to go and agree but we could only go later in the evening because I wanted to go to the debate training.
Saturday, we had one lecture with Dr Jamal then I thought I had some free time when suddenly zaid kadir sprang upon me the visit from the Pahang matriculation centre that would be arriving any minute. Usually, I’m not involved, but yesterday they were short of people so I had to jump in and do what I could. The thing is we had the vaguest idea about the whole visit. There was some communication problem between the KMP, STAD and us, so we had to make the best of the whole mess. I ended up babbling nonsense in front trying to explain and introduce UIA to them. The best part was the tour of the campus, we got to show off the little bit of knowledge that we had…hehe. In the dissection room, I got to see the cadavers in the formalin-filled containers. I’d never been in there before. It was fascinating yet somewhat scary seeing the stark-naked cadavers like that. I couldn’t last long in that room because of the strong formalin which caused my eyes to water. I could even feel it in my throat.
I managed to run away from the group for a while to make a phone call to the Pahang state health department for my epid assignment with Asma’.
After lunch and zuhur, I went for the 1st session of the debate training. The trainer was brother Latif from UIA Gombak who was a Bangladeshi. Only ten of us came. Yup, that’s the usual amount of participants. Susah gile nak buat program kat sini due to the clash of schedules between the batches. We focused on how to speak effectively and how to organize our points. After listening to all the theories, each of us were given time to prepare for a 3-minute speech on the topics provided or any other topic of choice. When the 15 minutes were up, I still didn’t have much points for the topic I’d picked, panicking I tried to think of a topic which I knew very well and I ended up with.. ‘Why I like my name so much?’. When I went over my points, chua, nadia and azza were laughing their heads off…hehe.. They called me self-obsessed and full of myself :P I didn’t really have much content nor any deep message but I managed to attract their attention, and for me, that was enough… heh.. I guess I have to work on expanding my knowledge, can’t merepek all my life can i.
Since I enjoyed the session so much, it was late when I got back to my room. I had to rush to bathe, pray and pack and by then mak cik Yah had already come to pick us up. Thoughts of not having to go to the KRJ program crossed my mind several times but I didn’t go through with it.
I’m glad I didn’t when we arrived at Santiana Resort. Sian the kids. Since we came late, they hadn’t any activity before that.The program was another ‘Jom Bersantai’ like the previous one only this time the participants were less. Many others couldn’t make it. There were only 4 girls ranging from standard 6 to form 5 and 7 boys with the similar range. There was only one male faci who’d just finished his SPM. He got 10 A1’s. 11 participants and 3 facis, baik tak yah wat program.
One could count the number of families that had participated. It’s the same time every time. I was frustrated with the way the whole program was handled. Just like last time, they expected us, the facis, to think of the LDK’s ourselves when they just notified us the night before. We didn’t have time to prepare much and had to do the best with whatever we had. There were a few inputs and the food was okay, but what about the activities. Didn’t they think of that? If I was a participant, I’d be serik and never go again. But I guess these kids had not much of a choice.
That night, according to the tentative, we were supposed to watch a CD but they didn’t have much interest in the Harun Yahya CD. The conditions, I guess, were unfavourable. I was yawning all through the night because I was exhausted.
The next morning, Sunday, we had a kuliah subuh then we went jogging at the beach. After breakfast, me and asma’ didn’t know what to do since the pakciks didn't allow us to mandi pantai so we shared some self-defense tips with them. Then, mak cik Azah and pakcik Ibrahim came out of the blue. Seeing that we weren’t doing much, pakcik gave a short account of his trip to Acheh and how we should be thankful and prepare ourselves mentally and spiritually for any disasters.
Then at 11.30 we played charades and I continued some more merepeking to the kids. It’s hard to address such a wide-range crowd and maintain their attention to what you’re talking. I hope the organizers plan more carefully next time or I might just not have the heart to be involved any more. One thing interesting though was my first encounter with a ‘belangkas’. I never knew there was such an animal before. It was unique. Like a crab in a bomb shelter.
Back at the hostel, I slept the whole afternoon. Then, makcik Rokiah came and handed me my computer, all fixed and better. I’m practically euphoric… thank you Allah for your blessings on me.
Emm, did I say brief…oops :P
1.24 am
March 14, 2005
Monday, was the PBL presentation and then at night we had our jilsah.
Tuesday, epid quiz, anat practical, my internal frustration, and tajwid class
Wednesday, anat and epid lectures as usual, silat, then at nite gi comp lab to do journal study and epid assignment…frust gile sebab tak jumpe much…tanak jadi epidemiologist dah
Thursday was Teha’s birthday, so me, sibah and shidah decided to celebrate all the birthdays that we’d missed of our former express classmates all at once. We went to Megamall and celebrated at Kenny Rogers and also bought 2 cakes. Teha’s roommates also gave her a surprise party but I was too tired and too full to join, but I didn’t feel like studying so I read the cerpen I’d saved. Owh, my scholar dah masuk…yay, finally.
Friday, anat tuto then halaqah which I came late to coz I‘d gone and seen Dr Imad to submit my seminar draft, then an epid lecture. Tengahari we ate the left over cake and in the evening was an osteology lecture on the lower limbs, that nite i didn’t have any modal for tasmi’ but came down nonetheless. Dr.Melur was busy finding facis for the KRJ program on sat and sun, only me and Asma’ were available though we were quite reluctant to go. In the end, we felt compelled to go and agree but we could only go later in the evening because I wanted to go to the debate training.
Saturday, we had one lecture with Dr Jamal then I thought I had some free time when suddenly zaid kadir sprang upon me the visit from the Pahang matriculation centre that would be arriving any minute. Usually, I’m not involved, but yesterday they were short of people so I had to jump in and do what I could. The thing is we had the vaguest idea about the whole visit. There was some communication problem between the KMP, STAD and us, so we had to make the best of the whole mess. I ended up babbling nonsense in front trying to explain and introduce UIA to them. The best part was the tour of the campus, we got to show off the little bit of knowledge that we had…hehe. In the dissection room, I got to see the cadavers in the formalin-filled containers. I’d never been in there before. It was fascinating yet somewhat scary seeing the stark-naked cadavers like that. I couldn’t last long in that room because of the strong formalin which caused my eyes to water. I could even feel it in my throat.
I managed to run away from the group for a while to make a phone call to the Pahang state health department for my epid assignment with Asma’.
After lunch and zuhur, I went for the 1st session of the debate training. The trainer was brother Latif from UIA Gombak who was a Bangladeshi. Only ten of us came. Yup, that’s the usual amount of participants. Susah gile nak buat program kat sini due to the clash of schedules between the batches. We focused on how to speak effectively and how to organize our points. After listening to all the theories, each of us were given time to prepare for a 3-minute speech on the topics provided or any other topic of choice. When the 15 minutes were up, I still didn’t have much points for the topic I’d picked, panicking I tried to think of a topic which I knew very well and I ended up with.. ‘Why I like my name so much?’. When I went over my points, chua, nadia and azza were laughing their heads off…hehe.. They called me self-obsessed and full of myself :P I didn’t really have much content nor any deep message but I managed to attract their attention, and for me, that was enough… heh.. I guess I have to work on expanding my knowledge, can’t merepek all my life can i.
Since I enjoyed the session so much, it was late when I got back to my room. I had to rush to bathe, pray and pack and by then mak cik Yah had already come to pick us up. Thoughts of not having to go to the KRJ program crossed my mind several times but I didn’t go through with it.
I’m glad I didn’t when we arrived at Santiana Resort. Sian the kids. Since we came late, they hadn’t any activity before that.The program was another ‘Jom Bersantai’ like the previous one only this time the participants were less. Many others couldn’t make it. There were only 4 girls ranging from standard 6 to form 5 and 7 boys with the similar range. There was only one male faci who’d just finished his SPM. He got 10 A1’s. 11 participants and 3 facis, baik tak yah wat program.
One could count the number of families that had participated. It’s the same time every time. I was frustrated with the way the whole program was handled. Just like last time, they expected us, the facis, to think of the LDK’s ourselves when they just notified us the night before. We didn’t have time to prepare much and had to do the best with whatever we had. There were a few inputs and the food was okay, but what about the activities. Didn’t they think of that? If I was a participant, I’d be serik and never go again. But I guess these kids had not much of a choice.
That night, according to the tentative, we were supposed to watch a CD but they didn’t have much interest in the Harun Yahya CD. The conditions, I guess, were unfavourable. I was yawning all through the night because I was exhausted.
The next morning, Sunday, we had a kuliah subuh then we went jogging at the beach. After breakfast, me and asma’ didn’t know what to do since the pakciks didn't allow us to mandi pantai so we shared some self-defense tips with them. Then, mak cik Azah and pakcik Ibrahim came out of the blue. Seeing that we weren’t doing much, pakcik gave a short account of his trip to Acheh and how we should be thankful and prepare ourselves mentally and spiritually for any disasters.
Then at 11.30 we played charades and I continued some more merepeking to the kids. It’s hard to address such a wide-range crowd and maintain their attention to what you’re talking. I hope the organizers plan more carefully next time or I might just not have the heart to be involved any more. One thing interesting though was my first encounter with a ‘belangkas’. I never knew there was such an animal before. It was unique. Like a crab in a bomb shelter.
Back at the hostel, I slept the whole afternoon. Then, makcik Rokiah came and handed me my computer, all fixed and better. I’m practically euphoric… thank you Allah for your blessings on me.
Emm, did I say brief…oops :P
1.24 am
March 14, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
Hatiku Milikmu by Fatimah Syarha
It has been a while since the last time I read a Malay novel or even a cerpen. This one was forwarded by Kak Hana to the alumni mailing list so I just downloaded it. When I saw who the author was, it got my attention. I knew Fatimah Syarha from my matriculation days and she is one dedicated muslimah. Though we differ in the organization we belong to, from her writing I know our fikrah is the same. Another short story written by her titled ‘Khazinatul Asrar’ is also a good and inspiring read for those in dakwah. It tells of an Islamic kind of love…hehe.
Well, this one also had me on an emotional rollercoaster. I could relate to it a lot. The story’s setting and approach has much similarity with my world, the Sekolah Islam Malaysia-makcik pakcik-dakwah world. It is the protected and sheltered biah at school and at home, which is followed by the nearly absolute freedom at university or IPT.
The scenario narrated in the story is not unique. It is a common phenomenon in the dakwah world today. Many da’ies whom were once the hope of the school or active in dakwah, find it hard to remain istiqamah with their principles when they go out from their shelter. There are many distractions and godaans in the real world. I do not exclude myself from this situation. There were many a time when I was futur, but alhamdulillah Allah has placed me in an institution where the biah is still terjaga and I still walk this path of those that seek His pleasure, alhamdulillah. “Ya Muqallibal qulub thabbit qulubana ‘ala dinika, Ya Musarrifal qulub, sarrif qulubana ala ta’atik”.
As I read the short story, my heart went out to Umar (because he was handsome, hehe). He wasn’t strong enough to resist the persistent temptation of the girl. I guess it was partly because he was slowing down from his smart group a.k.a usrah activities which are a source of strength for the volatile IMAN. I shan’t spoil the ending for those who haven’t read it. Bacelah… best.
“But it is possible that you may dislike athing which is good for you and that you love a thing which is bad for you. But God knoweth, and you know not”
(al-Baqarah: 216)
Well, this one also had me on an emotional rollercoaster. I could relate to it a lot. The story’s setting and approach has much similarity with my world, the Sekolah Islam Malaysia-makcik pakcik-dakwah world. It is the protected and sheltered biah at school and at home, which is followed by the nearly absolute freedom at university or IPT.
The scenario narrated in the story is not unique. It is a common phenomenon in the dakwah world today. Many da’ies whom were once the hope of the school or active in dakwah, find it hard to remain istiqamah with their principles when they go out from their shelter. There are many distractions and godaans in the real world. I do not exclude myself from this situation. There were many a time when I was futur, but alhamdulillah Allah has placed me in an institution where the biah is still terjaga and I still walk this path of those that seek His pleasure, alhamdulillah. “Ya Muqallibal qulub thabbit qulubana ‘ala dinika, Ya Musarrifal qulub, sarrif qulubana ala ta’atik”.
As I read the short story, my heart went out to Umar (because he was handsome, hehe). He wasn’t strong enough to resist the persistent temptation of the girl. I guess it was partly because he was slowing down from his smart group a.k.a usrah activities which are a source of strength for the volatile IMAN. I shan’t spoil the ending for those who haven’t read it. Bacelah… best.
“But it is possible that you may dislike athing which is good for you and that you love a thing which is bad for you. But God knoweth, and you know not”
(al-Baqarah: 216)
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
arghh....
bencinya...i feel like cursing all day long and strangling someone. how can something so small make such a big difference. just one little piece of info has changed my mood completely.
what is her problem.. i never thought bad of her before.. why'd she have be like this with me. i grew up with her for god's sake. sitting for prof omar's open-book quiz with an upset bowel didn't help.. and just now, she was standing so close during practical. arghhhhh...
what is her problem.. i never thought bad of her before.. why'd she have be like this with me. i grew up with her for god's sake. sitting for prof omar's open-book quiz with an upset bowel didn't help.. and just now, she was standing so close during practical. arghhhhh...
Monday, March 07, 2005
another pass
yipee..my full results came out this morning. there was a bit of improvement from the last block. hope i can keep it up and do better this time around. at least i beat ikram... hehe and also asma' by a bit.. huh sibah can't boast anymore of exceeding me.. haha.. i rule.. but despite my euphoria, i'm quite sad because a friend of mine who was also a member of our study group didn't make the passing cut... maybe takde rezeki.
JUGGLING THE PERSONAL AND PROFESSIONAL LIFE
The other day, a friend asked me how I would juggle my personal and professional life in the future, when I do reach that phase that is. I answer now with this quote.
“The most important single factor in the career of a woman doctor is the man she marries –who, I might add, is like anyone else, capable of change”.
Marcia Angell
Senior Lecturer at Harvard Medical School
Former Editor-In-Chief, New England Journal of Medicine
I got this quote from the book 'This Side of Doctoring -reflections from Women in Medicine' compiled by Dr Eliza Lo Chin which I borrowed from the library.
‘It is a collection of stories, poems, and essays that capture the essence of being a woman physician -reflections on doctoring from a woman’s perspective, sketches of personal life from a doctor’s perspective. These are the poignant narratives of joy, frustration, regret and fulfillment, a testament to the struggles and triumphs of women in medicine for the past century and a half, from the very early pioneer doctors to the medical students of the 21st century.’
I haven’t finished reading the book yet, I’ve only scanned through but it has certainly encaptivated me to the extent that I want to have a copy of my own.
Ps...You’d think after going to and back everyday for more than 10 years I would know the directions to my own school… huh, I had to request help from a friend… teruknya me.
“The most important single factor in the career of a woman doctor is the man she marries –who, I might add, is like anyone else, capable of change”.
Marcia Angell
Senior Lecturer at Harvard Medical School
Former Editor-In-Chief, New England Journal of Medicine
I got this quote from the book 'This Side of Doctoring -reflections from Women in Medicine' compiled by Dr Eliza Lo Chin which I borrowed from the library.
‘It is a collection of stories, poems, and essays that capture the essence of being a woman physician -reflections on doctoring from a woman’s perspective, sketches of personal life from a doctor’s perspective. These are the poignant narratives of joy, frustration, regret and fulfillment, a testament to the struggles and triumphs of women in medicine for the past century and a half, from the very early pioneer doctors to the medical students of the 21st century.’
I haven’t finished reading the book yet, I’ve only scanned through but it has certainly encaptivated me to the extent that I want to have a copy of my own.
Ps...You’d think after going to and back everyday for more than 10 years I would know the directions to my own school… huh, I had to request help from a friend… teruknya me.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
epidemiology
what a relief.. looking at the schedule, i'd thought we were in for a full marathon of 8am to 4pm classes but that's only on paper.. we've actually got loads of free time since the journal studies are actually time allotted for self study while Dr Jamal's tutorials can be done in our rooms.. which means we can sleep la kan..heh
the whole day yesterday we had classes with Dr Jamal on computer software for statistical purposes and we had to learn how to use SPSS and EXCEL. nasib buat kat comp lab.. tak lah bosan sangat.
this morning we had another 2 hours with him on intro to clinical epidemiology.. then Dr Yi Yi's lecture on the pectoral region and the mammary glands followed by Prof Omar's intro to general epidemiology..
listening to his lecture has made me interested in this field.. epidemiologists are like detectives, they have to solve the mysteries of outbreaks and diseases.. they come out with the health and disease statitics... the downside is the low salary and it requires one to be good in math, statistics and computering skills which i lack.. i think i'll have to ponder about it a bit more.. let's see how i fare through this block before i decide.
"There are three kinds of lies; lies, damn lies and STATISTICS"
(Mark Twain OR Benjamin Disraeli)
the whole day yesterday we had classes with Dr Jamal on computer software for statistical purposes and we had to learn how to use SPSS and EXCEL. nasib buat kat comp lab.. tak lah bosan sangat.
this morning we had another 2 hours with him on intro to clinical epidemiology.. then Dr Yi Yi's lecture on the pectoral region and the mammary glands followed by Prof Omar's intro to general epidemiology..
listening to his lecture has made me interested in this field.. epidemiologists are like detectives, they have to solve the mysteries of outbreaks and diseases.. they come out with the health and disease statitics... the downside is the low salary and it requires one to be good in math, statistics and computering skills which i lack.. i think i'll have to ponder about it a bit more.. let's see how i fare through this block before i decide.
"There are three kinds of lies; lies, damn lies and STATISTICS"
(Mark Twain OR Benjamin Disraeli)
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Pay ATTENTION!
Good medic joke...
Sekumpulan pelajar perubatan berkumpul untuk melihat seorang pensyarah melakukan pemeriksaan ke atas satu mayat..mereka berkumpul mengelilingi tempat mayat itu diletakkan..
"Dalam bidang perubatan, ada 2 kualiti yang sgt penting untuk menjadi seorang doktor", kata pensyarah itu.
"Pertama.., kamu semua tidak boleh jijik melihat mayat", katanya...sebagai contoh, pensyarah itu mencucuk satu jarinya ke dalam mulut mayat, menariknya semula dan menjilat jarinya itu.
"Sekarang, cuba kamu buat", kata pensyarah itu.
Selepas beberapa ketika, barulah mereka mengikut apa yang mereka lihat. Seorang demi seorang memasukkan jari ke mulut mayat dan menjilatnya. Apabila semua pelajar selesai, pensyarah itu memandang ke arah mereka dan berkata....
"Kualiti kedua yang sangat penting adalah pemerhatian yang tajam. Seperti tadi....saya memasukkan jari hantu tetapi menjilat jaritelunjuk.....
SEKARANG.....TUMPUKAN PERHATIAN....PAHAM!!!!!
Joke from here.
Sekumpulan pelajar perubatan berkumpul untuk melihat seorang pensyarah melakukan pemeriksaan ke atas satu mayat..mereka berkumpul mengelilingi tempat mayat itu diletakkan..
"Dalam bidang perubatan, ada 2 kualiti yang sgt penting untuk menjadi seorang doktor", kata pensyarah itu.
"Pertama.., kamu semua tidak boleh jijik melihat mayat", katanya...sebagai contoh, pensyarah itu mencucuk satu jarinya ke dalam mulut mayat, menariknya semula dan menjilat jarinya itu.
"Sekarang, cuba kamu buat", kata pensyarah itu.
Selepas beberapa ketika, barulah mereka mengikut apa yang mereka lihat. Seorang demi seorang memasukkan jari ke mulut mayat dan menjilatnya. Apabila semua pelajar selesai, pensyarah itu memandang ke arah mereka dan berkata....
"Kualiti kedua yang sangat penting adalah pemerhatian yang tajam. Seperti tadi....saya memasukkan jari hantu tetapi menjilat jaritelunjuk.....
SEKARANG.....TUMPUKAN PERHATIAN....PAHAM!!!!!
Joke from here.
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