Archive for July, 2008

Yes I Am Falling

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The Before

This time around, my parents generously paid for the most expensive birthday gift ever (Thank youuu Mama Abah!).

Brace yourself for….

My new set of BRACES!

Heh heh heh.

(attempt to scare off potential suitors)

So fugly right????

My right upper canine has always stuck out like an oversized fang, forcing me to find the right angles whenever I camwhore for it to not look so awkward. And it’s even harder to clean after meals as food will always be stuck near those narrow spaces. So all things considered, I figured out that now is the time for me to get that perfect million dollar smile. Cewah.

My (long and painful) orthodontic journey began some 2 months back, when I had the initial check-up and X-rays at a private orthodontist clinic in my hometown. Fast forward few weeks later, I had 4 tooth extracted (which was a relatively painless procedure, contrary to popular belief) and last week I finally got those metal brackets installed.

Suffice to say, it took me away from the 2 things I do besteating and talking. Damn! Last weekend I went for lunch at Tony Roma’s with some friends, and I could only watch them binge on meat while I consumed mushroom soup with some bread. HOW TORTURING! But I’m okkkkay now, so y’all can already belanja me steaks and whatnot hehehe (Farah you still owe me a birthday treat!).

I get a lot of different reactions regarding the braces. Some said it’s kind of cute (uhuk, I BEG TO DIFFER!) but some straight up said it’s ugly (HENG, I SINCERELY HOPE YOU DIE A SPINSTER. HUH). Mind you I’m currently posted in Psychiatry, so the patients would always make fun of my braces! During interviews, they would stare at my teeth and said aloud “Eeiiii ade besi kat gigii!!!“. Itu sungguh tak kelakar ok. Kejiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Now that I’m officialy “The Before“, promise me you guys will still love me no matter how fugly I look ok??? PROMISEEE! Check this space in 2 years time for “The After” picture LOL!

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What’s the count?

I turn twenty two today.

Blergh.

Tua siot.

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ER

So much has happened since my last post!

The Debate took place (although unsettling, IMHO), Thierry Henry was voted numero uno in the Gunners’ Greatest 50 Players poll (wouhouuu), and The Dark Knight took the world by storm (Christian Bale is HAWT HAWT HAWT).

But the highlight has got to be my 2 weeks posting in HKL’s Emergency Department.

I got my first taste of life at the pit, and it was awesome!

I can safely say that the doctors, nurses and medical assistants (MAs) in the department are VERY efficient. Whenever a patient is admitted and needs urgent attention, they work together like an F1 mechanics team at the pit stop. But instead of rapidly refueling and changing tyres, they take care of the ABC in rescuing – airway, breathing and circulation.

And they remain so calm, even when death is staring them right at their faces.

It was in this department that I experienced my first death. This Indian uncle came in for an asthmatic attack, but he was pretty stable. He even asked me whether he could go back to his exercise routine that very evening. Semangat ok. An hour after he was given his meds, he came back. Only this time, he was weaker and was sweating profusely.

He was immediately rushed into the resuscitation zone, but in no time he went into cardiogenic shock. His vital signs crashed and he suffered a massive myocardial infarction. The “pit crew” did everything they could – inserting necessary medications, and performed multiple CPRs but it was fated that it wasn’t his day.

After a long hour of resuscitating, the doctor in charge said, “Wait until the line becomes flat..”.

At that moment we all knew he was gone.:(

I was on call for a few nights, and there were just so much drama! From psychotic cases to ehem, newsworthy cases (No, we didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of him..), and of course the myriad of injuries obtained in motor-vehicle accidents. So DRIVE SAFELY people and try not to end up in the Emergency Department ok!!!

It’s interesting that some patients came just because they need someone they could talk to, even if it’s already 3am in the morning. I think this is the part when a doctor can really make a difference in patients’ lives, by paying attention to details, and complaint after complaint, all whilst being responsive even when they don’t feel like being responsive. And for that, I salute the emergency doctors of HKL for their undying commitment. 🙂

Anyway, twas a good 2-week experience, thanks to the helpful staffs of the department.

But I can assure you that no doctor in the department is as charming as Doug Ross though, tee hee.

Next up is my Psychiatry posting! Wooot!

Imma be a friggin shrink fo 2 friggin months yo.

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Dramarama

There’s just so much drama in Malaysian politics! I’ve been refreshing Malaysiakini every half an hour for updates on Bala’s SD. Takde life sungguh. But that’s what holidays are for anyway.:P

I couldn’t agree more with this particular excerpt from Michelle Yoon’s blog :

It’s not only about the men (Najib, Anwar, Pak Lah, RPK, Aziz Buyong, Bala, Musa Hassan, Abdul Gani Patail), the women (Altantuya, Rosmah, “Amy”, Norhayati) and the explosives (C4, of course) anymore.

It’s not just about them. It’s about us. It’s about how we understand the situation at hand. It’s about how we, as a society, will handle this issue. It’s about how we react.

It doesn’t matter if you support BN, or UMNO, or PAS, or Pakatan Rakyat, or just Anwar. It doesn’t matter, because this is a fall for us all. Yes, it has made Najib look bad, it has made the government look bad. But in the same breadth, it has made Malaysia look bad.

It is about Malaysia, about us as Malaysians. It is about how we take this fall, and how we will stand back up again. It’s about where we go from here.

Heads will roll, whether we the Rakyat like it or not.

God save Malaysia. Nuff said.

On the other hand, a certain Malaysian blogger still has her sense of humour intact. Check out Lily‘s take on the latest debacle in Malaysian politics.

Damn funny wei.

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The Flying Dutchman

Not the ship, girls.

It’s Marc Overmars, the Flying Dutchman! He is my favorite Gunner OF ALL TIME, and he was recently positioned number 12 in the Gunners’ Greatest Players list on Arsenal.com! Wheeeeeeeeeee! I was so Overmars-crazy back then, I collected newspaper/magazine cuttings and in class I spoke very fondly of his speed on the pitch and his insanely handsome looks, much to the dismay of my United-loving friends. Boo! Former primary school classmates can testify to that, 😛 Even my Hotmail account till this day bears the name ayu_overmars, and I often get those “Kenapa over Mars, tak over Moon ke?” remarks from non-football fans. Lame, I know.

I often rushed home from Sekolah Agama back in 1998, all excited ’cause there were reruns of Arsenal matches on TV. I would sit and cheer madly for the dream team, featuring the likes of Adams, Petite, Seaman, Keown, Bergkamp, and of course Overmars! That was the year when they won the Double, and I think was the greatest team Arsenal has ever had in my years of watching football, at least. Good times, man. Goooood times.

World Cup 1998 was the first major tournament I followed as a kid and I chose to support the Dutch. I remember staying up and watched Holland got beaten by Croatia in the 3rd/4th play-off game (remember that dude Davor Suker?). They even showed Overmars weeping after Holland lost the game! Awwwwwwww.

Anyway, his career was cut short due to injuries. He moved to Barcelona (pffffffft) in 2000 but everyone knows that the grass is always greener at Highbury/the Grove, so he obviously didn’t reach the height of victory there. Poor baby.

The last we ever saw of him on the pitch was during Bergkamp’s testimonial match back in 2006. Too bad I had some major exam going on, so I conveniently missed the match. The boyfriend-who-could-have-been (yes, HIM) gloated for days because he got to see Arsenal’s greatest players perform and I didn’t. Bitch! But that’s another story for another day……tee hee.

Click here to read more on Arsenal’s finest winger, Marc Overmars.

And here’s a compilation of his greatest goals during his stint in Arsenal.

Let’s all hope that Theo Walcott will be as good as him in the near future. Gunners for Champs yo!

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Buddy

School starts next week. And the start of a new academic year means that a new batch of medical students is coming! Woot!

3 years ago, I had 4 batches of seniors to look up to. They all seemed so mature and so smart! Suffice to say, I was greatly intimidated by their looks and level of knowledge but at the same time, hopeful, that someday I would grow into it too. But now, I only have ONE batch above me, and that signals the little amount of time I have left in medical school. 2 years until graduation baby (Insya-Allah). TWO FRIGGIN YEARS OMG.

*Picture from BMJ

Come next week I’ll be a “Kakak 4th Year” and oh boy, great responsibilities lie ahead. As seniors, we are expected to guide the juniors on the part and parcel of being in medical school – sharing books, notes, past-year questions, guiding them on different lecturers’ styles of teaching, and help them cope, physically and emotionally if needed. A few of my classmates went overboard of course, by actually courting the juniors (Stephen, Ah Fatt, Kay Kiet, Khir – korang takde orang lain ke nak carik?).

We have this “Buddy” system in medical school, in which every freshman is entitled to a “Buddy line” ranging from second to fifth years. Usually the fifth year buddy will handpick a first year junior that they want on the first day of orientation. Some chose juniors from the same hometown, same high school, or same names even.

Certain buddy lines maintain a very good relationship, to the extent of going out for lunches and stuff. My buddy line, however, has a purely academic relationship. Our relationship merely exist in the form of asking for advices on which textbook to buy at the start of the semester and Raya messages. Sad, but that’s about it. I won’t blame it all to my other buddies, they’re all very nice and hardworking people. But I feel that there’s so much more to do. At least for my part.

IMHO, I think the seniors should be the ones playing a bigger role, academic-wise or not. The juniors might be shy (or too full of themselves, :P) to ask for any guidance. So the seniors should keep track of the juniors’ progression, as they’ve already gone through it all before and they would know how to cope better. Most importantly, the seniors themselves should keep track of their own performances (grades and attitude!) so that they can lead by example, not just cakap-cakap kosong je, kan?

A first year junior suffered a nervous breakdown last semester, and I’m sure a lot of seniors did not even know about it. If only we seniors as a whole were more concerned, if only we cared for our juniors, events like this can be prevented from happening in UPM med. It MUST be prevented, as a matter of fact. UPM med students should be fun and hip, not boring and depressed!

OK screw your definition of fun and hip.

Therefore, one of my resolutions for the new academic year is to be a better buddy to my juniors! I shall start by texting my buddies…right about now. 🙂

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