Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

It was around 1pm. I wanted to go back home, so as usual I have to take the LRT from Sri Petaling to Terminal Bersepadu Selatan in Bandar Tasik Selatan and board on a bus from there. It was scorching hot outside although it rained cats and dogs this morning. Too lazy to walk, I decided to book a cab using the Grab app. A few minutes later, a taxi driver's photo and details showed up on my phone screen and another couple of minutes, I got a call from an Indian uncle, telling me that he had arrived.

I saw the taxi turned to the other side, so I immediately called him to tell that he went to the wrong way and when he arrived, I apologised for not informing him earlier. I was a bit afraid at first, but the feeling went right away after looking at his cheerful character and kind expression. He told me that it was okay.

The LRT station is just about 5 minutes away from Vista Komanwel (nampak lah malas nya tu hehe). The taxi metre showed RM5.25. I took out my purse from my bag and tried to find RM6. Unfortunately, I didn't have any small change, so I gave him RM10. He asked me if I have any smaller notes. I shook my head. I told him I only have RM4 at the moment. I asked him how much did he have because I thought if he had RM4 then I would just give him the RM10. He only had 2 pieces of RM1 note.

Suddenly, he told me to just give whatever I have. Then I said once again that I only had RM4. With his kind expression, he just said it's okay. I tried finding some coins in my wallet. Then he added, "Eh takpe dik. Cukup lah RM4 ni. Saya ikhlas." I was really touched. His act of kindness proves that even we are from different races and religions, but that doesn't mean we can't be kind to each other. In fact, this kind of act is one of the things that makes the world a better place to live.

Some people have this one kind of perception and and instantly label all taxi drivers with not-so-good characters just based on one or two experiences they had. To label the whole community just because some unfortunate events is unfair to those who do their job sincerely, especially people like this uncle.

The Indian uncle made my gloomy day turned bright. He inspired me to do good and be good through a simple gesture. I might forget his name. I might forget his look. But I would never forget the act of kindness he did.



Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. 

I have to go back to KL today. New block starts tomorrow and though it's just an intro and briefing, I'm not gonna skip them. Furthermore, my friends are gonna start practising OSCE (1 month in BP makes me forget almost everything, but hopefully not!) and exam is really really near, so enough procrastinating. 

After 1 month of driving back and forth between Batu Pahat and Melaka, finally I get back to my usual routine, taking the bus from Melaka to Bukit Jalil. Driving is fun, but it can be really tiring especially after you have had a long day in hospital. I just boarded into the bus. No one is sitting beside me, yeay! Both 2 chairs are mine hehehe. But, there's a divider between these 2 chairs, so getting both chairs doesn't mean anything. I still can't use the other one, unless if I can separate my legs from my upper abdomen and put them there hmm. 

The bus is fully air-conditioned, so I can't really hear the sound of traffic, only manage to hear the engine revving. As another bus passed by, a mild honk sound can be heard. And the bus that I am in honked back about the same tone, not too high, not too low, just good enough to be heard by the other bus driver without waking up the sleeping passengers. 

I smiled. 

It's so good to see one person does something good to one another. I feel inspired by their actions. From small beginnings come great things. Though it was just a honk, but I felt like the buses were having a short conversation. Not the buses, the drivers, of course. Maybe they have known long enough, they are best friends, so they told "Take care" to each other. Or they may have just met in the Melaka Sentral, so they bid farewell and wished they would meet again another time. Or they may be strangers who don't know each other, but it might be a beginning of a friendship, who knows?

This is what your brain does when it refuses to sleep and wants to think, but you don't wanna think of anything heavy. The brain decides to find anything interesting haha. 

Anyway, as we passed by the road toll, they just opened a new lane for Touch n' Go and there was a guy standing under the scorching hot sun, waving a green flag to be seen by the drivers. Today is a holiday for most people, but not everyone is having a holiday. Yeap, the road toll people, bus and taxi drivers, even my father works today. Thank you for those who work for others' benefit. I wonder how a working life will be like... 

I shall focus studying first haha. Byeeeee. 



Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. 

I just finished my one-month posting in Batu Pahat. I feel a bit relieved as staying there can be super tiring sometimes, but the sadness I felt the moment I saw 'Malacca border' was undeniable. Early mornings, long days, late on-calls and whatnots had strengthened the bond between us, making us comfortable with each other, like a family. Academically, we learned a lot about Medicine in a real setting, but not only that, we learned about each other as well. Though I can't say that one month is enough to really know someone, but it's enough to get rid of the awkwardness when eyes meet eyes. No need to pretend looking at the phone anymore haha.

My group was the last group that stayed in Batu Pahat as we had a bedside teaching (bst) session on Thursday and other 3 groups had gone back on Wednesday. So only the 8 of us left on Wednesday's night; 4 guys in a house and 4 girls in another house. We had a nice dinner at one of the famous places to eat, Nasi Lemak Cik Chom (I'll share about it later!) before heading to the Roof Garden in Batu Pahat Old Street Commercial Centre building.

I knew the existence of that place before I went to Batu Pahat. I was looking forward to go there, but a few times we went there, it was closed. That day was our day. It was supposed to close on Wednesday and Google states that it only opens from 10am-7pm. Just trying luck on our last day here, we made our way to that place with the help from Waze right after we left Cik Chom's.

The place was beautiful with Mickey Mouse and Doraemon cafes, cartoon sculptures, and not to forget, happening aura and surrounding! Adults will be more interested in food and drinks, but kids will surely like it. Sarah and I had so much fun taking photos here and there. My friends even danced in the middle of the crowds when 'Thousand Years' song was being played haha. Oh oh, and there was a Cinderella carriage as well! That was definitely my favourite part hehe.

Enjoy all the photos below!

The cute panda seems confused.

Sarah and her street lamp. I did the same thing later also haha.

With the aca-aweeeesome leader!

With the bear bush (?)

The panda family.

Here comes the Cinderella! Not the 2 gentlemen on the carriage of course haha.

Great time playing around with Sarah aka model of the night haha.

The view from above.

The view downstairs.

The roof garden was quite spacious. I only took photos of the half of the area as another half was more crowded and had lesser cartoon stuff. I didn't try any food or drinks so I can't tell whether they were halal or non-halal, tasty or bad. Like I said, it was unplanned and a sudden decision, so we already had our dinner. 

The next day, we woke up early as our bst was in the morning. We loaded our luggages and stuff into the car and headed to the hospital. Ended a nice discussion by taking a photo with Prof. Ramji.

And yes, of course. A photo in front of the hospital.
Missing: Sanaa & Aina

Our kind of 'candid' photo with me wondering how are they posing so that I can follow but ended up with my head turning away.

42 days left before exam.



Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. 

This 'Heathens' song keeps playing in my mind. Blame the radio station that plays it every day. See, people tend to blame others instead of admitting their mistakes haha yes, I'm talking about myself. 

I'm currently having a posting in obstetrics and gynaecology (O&G), yup women stuff, from pregnancy to menstruation to ovary and uterus. This brings me back to the 2015, when I had my second hospital attachment a.k.a elective posting. The first one I had when I was studying A-Level. The second one, I chose to do the 3-week-elective posting in O&G department with Tiara. Although it was kinda difficult that time as I hadn't studied about the reproductive system, nor did I have any idea of how the delivery was gonna look like. And I didn't even know what to expect and about the special components needed to clerk an obstetrics or gynaecology case, but it was such a great experience and overview. You can just click here to view the post about my previous elective posting; WEEK 1 (Labour Room), WEEK 2 (Clinics), WEEK 3 (Wards). Yup I posted for every week haha glad I did that, no regret. 

I clerked 2 cases at the antenatal wards (pregnant moms) yesterday's morning. In the evening, my group and another group combined for a clinical case discussion (CCD) session. I was the one who had to present to everyone, including the O&G specialist, Dr Emad. Dr Emad is an Arabian. I heard he talked with someone in Arabic! Jakuns jap, excited dengar. If someone who studies in Arab countries read this must be like,"Mehh, we even talk in Arab with patients okay" haha. Dr Emad really looks like my late grandfather, but a younger version. He's really nice! One thing that I really like about him is he tried his best to remember everyone's name. Though he called me 'Adida', but that's fine though. When someone, especially lecturer calls me by my name, I feel a bit more being acknowledged. Not that I'm saying other lecturers appreciate me less, but it does make me feel happy.

Today was kinda a busy day for us. We had a session with Sister Nalani this morning, learning about simple procedures in a real clinical setting; real urine for urine dipstick test, not just chrysanthemum tea haha. I also had a chance to do ECG on a real patient. Though had a few 'disturbance' lines in the ECG strip, but the placement of the leads was correct.

After the session, a few of us went to the prenatal ward while a few others including me went to the postnatal ward. We accidentally met Dr Pang there. During bed side teaching with Dr Pang an hour later, she asked us why were we in the postnatal ward because we're supposed to clerk cases from prenatal. but then I told her that we had gone to the prenatal ward yesterday, so we just wanted to check out the postnatal. It was a really good case discussion and she even taught us the theory behind everything and the components of the history taking according to her style. A bit different from Dr Emad, but that's what doctors do. They develop and find their own styles along the way in the medical field and that's what I'm gonna do also, hope will get to find my own, InshaaAllah (May Allah will).

In the evening, we had a class with our mentor, Dr Vela to discuss about our case for upcoming case presentation. I wish I'd sent the case earlier. The discussion triggered my brain, telling it that I should start thinking reasonably, not just simply include everything in the case history though they are irrelevant or insignificant.

At night, my group mates and I had a dinner with good home cooked food by our group leader, Rilwana weeee. It was really really yummeyhhhh! Made me miss home though tsk tsk. I helped a bit, but only like goreng telur and scooped the rice hehe :p

Wish we'd have dinner like this together later. I feel so glad to have group mates like them!



This post is supposed to be posted on 15th September 2016.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. 

I'm not going to write about how long I haven't written anything and how busy I am, uh-oh, I just did it haha. I have a lot of things to share throughout the one month I was 'Missing In Action', but I don't know where to start and where to put the full stop. Anyway, currently I'm having a 4-week-hospital posting in Batu Pahat, Johor. I had my Paediatrics rotation last week and just ended the medical ward rotation this afternoon.

This morning we had a session with Sister N. She asked us to enter "Klinik Pakar 1" 3-4 people at a time. Sanaa, Aina, Marsaid and I were in the last sub group to enter the clinic. Sister N. straightly brought us to the blood withdrawal counter. It's show time. All this while we only did the venepuncture procedure on a mannequin, so finally we had a chance to do it on a real patient. Marsaid went first as he had already done it before. I was the second person. I called the patient's name and asked her to sit while I prepared the equipments needed. Sister N. was there the whole time to supervise and guide.

I wrapped the tourniquet around the patient's hand and began finding the suitable vein to be withdrawn the blood from. I found the most prominent vein at the left antecubital fossa. I removed the needle cap and slowly pricked through the skin until a flashback of blood was seen. I pulled the piston until the indicator reached number 4. I loosened the tourniquet and put a cotton wool before pulling out the needle. Then I inserted the blood taken into 2 small blood collection tubes. My hands were a bit shaking when I was transferring the blood hmm it must be the post-procedure syndrome, I guess haha. Luckily it wasn't too obvious. I tried my best to make myself calm down before the tremor makes me prick myself. You surely don't wanna that to happen though.

Anyway, everything went well, Alhamdulillah. One try is still not enough for me. Sometimes it's not that easy to locate the vein. Sometimes can only see the superficial ones. I still need a lot of practice, that's for sure. Practice might not make us perfect, but it definitely makes us better.

After the procedure, I went to the medical ward to complete my long case history for the upcoming case presentation. Hope I didn't miss out anything.

 *fingers crossed*