<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604</id><updated>2011-09-13T05:31:41.166+08:00</updated><category term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Mind's metamorphosis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-2919601234799314013</id><published>2010-12-16T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:27:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference call</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Last night I made a conference call with my friends which were&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;also mu ex-batchmates of IMU. There were 6 of us&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;which were Karim, Kamal, Danial, Ibkar, Hafiz and myself. We discussed and shared a lot of things. But the most interesting story was from Danial aka Daia.. He told us what he is enduring right now as a medical student in Halifax, Canada. He described to us that the medical students there are considered as part of the team treating a patient. Thus they are held responsible for anything that has been given to patient. They got involve in the management of the patient. According to Daia, they even can do the surgery if the resident doctor give them chance to do so. The mind boggling thing was that they are not taught formally in lecture or even bedside about how to do every procedure. Everything needs to be learn independently through any source especially the internet. When we heard about his experience, it sounds great at first as he got the chance to do hands on practical even a surgery. I just could not believe it when he said he had done TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT in 4 hours by himself with only instructions by resident doctor. But the worst part was yet to come as they are evaluated throughout all the task they done. For me personally, it was Allah will and He knows the best for his servant and that was why Daia was chosen to be there instead of me. I guess I won't be able to cope and did as what he had done. What a marvellous experience which very difficult to be found in Malaysia and even UK, I think..Alhamdulillah...I thanks Allah so much for giving me things that I surely can endure. To Daia, take it as a challenge and put in mind that Allah knows best for you. You just need to be patient for another 1 year. It was a great opportunity as you are already outdistanced HO doctor in Malaysia especially in term of skills. I'm sure that when you graduated, you will become a competent doctor..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Heartfelt,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Johari&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;30/10/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-2919601234799314013?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/2919601234799314013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/conference-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/2919601234799314013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/2919601234799314013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/conference-call.html' title='Conference call'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-8808261588827993348</id><published>2010-12-16T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:26:51.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First clinical practice abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Today was the first day of my clinical practice and PBL session in Ayr hospital. And I guessed it was also the new experience getting into a hospital in UK. The day before, I was really anxious as I did not really know how my journey to Ayr would be as I only had some ideas of getting there by just searching in Google. Alhamdulillah. The journey was smooth and without any difficulty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:12.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;I departed from my house at 6.30am after eating my breakfast(fried pasta of last night leftover) and preparing my lunchbox which was wholemeal sandwiches.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;I cycled in the drizzle heading to Glasgow central rail station without very vague ideas of where and how to get there. Alhamdulillah. I got myself to the station safely and bought anytime return ticket to Ayr rail station for GBP12.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;I boarded the train which I would say it 98% looked like KTM commuter back in Malaysia. I was wondering, where am I exactly? Everything was seemed to be familiar as if I was on my way to Seremban from KL central. The arriving train from Ayr was crowded with people, just like back home. Maybe the differences were the people were caucasian and the temperature was sub zero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;So the train took almost an hour to get to its final destination which was Ayr. When I arrived in Ayr rail station, I made my way to the bus stop waiting for stagecoach bus no 52 which would get me to Ayr hospital. I noticed something interesting and mind intriguing: I saw lorry/machine spraying salt which was brown onto the road. I was thinking what was that for during this autumn season?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;I managed to get to the Ayr hospital after asking the bus driver right before I was about to alighting from the bus at the wrong bus stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;In the hospital I looked for the undergraduate teaching centre which was not in the map/legend in the hospital entrance wall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After inquired the reception I did not find it directly as she only gave me direction to the floor, not the room. And I was wandering in the building. Luckily, I met Jane and Ross,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;one of the st. Andrews friend that I knew of. He asked the the staff there and we got&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to know where was our group should be meeting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;By 10 am, our clinical teacher and undergraduate admin came and started with the introduction. We were divided into 2 groups. First group would be learning from bedside teaching for today session while the other group would only wait for PBL session at 1pm as their bedside teaching session would be this coming Friday morning. Each group has the chance for clinical practice once a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Our clinical teacher briefed and recapitulated to us about the history taking and examination sequence. After that we were taken to meet 2 patients who had cardiovascular problems. The first patient that we interviewed and examined had a history of MI and signs of heart failure. The second patient described to us that he had infective endocarditis. We had the opportunity to listen to murmur from this patient which amazing. It was a fantastic experience of bedside teaching. Thank you so much for our clinical teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;We finished the session at 12pm and had my lunch with my groupmates. I ate my lunch which I had brought from home this morning. I excused myself and went to the quiet room next to the chapel at ground floor for zuhur prayer. I felt very thankful as I got to be posted here as it was quite conducive to perform solah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;At 1 pm, PBL session start. We began with volunteering for the post of group leader and the scriber. Graham and Angela volunteered themselves. The same clinical teacher became our facilitator for the PBL session. He showed us how to use the electronic whiteboard which use projector. He said that the cost for the facility was GBP25k..what a waste if not use optimally...how unlucky we were, the projector lamp need to be replaced. However, I felt amazed as this was the first time I saw such a thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;We continued with the PBL session as how it should be conducted based on Glasgow steps.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Our final diagnosis was acute limb ischaemia under sub topic of peripheral vascular disease (PVD)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;We ended the session at 2.20pm. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Before calling it a day, I personally felt that this clinical practice was an amazing experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Heartfelt,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;Johari&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;2/10/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-8808261588827993348?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8808261588827993348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-clinical-practice-abroad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/8808261588827993348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/8808261588827993348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-clinical-practice-abroad.html' title='First clinical practice abroad'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-3166161275311696489</id><published>2010-09-11T06:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:37:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My journey to the west</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;On 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; sept 2010 marked my first voyage and foray into the world of ’mat salleh’ and the next level of my studies. Going abroad has been one of my dreams for years. Finally, the most awaited day has come. It has never come into my mind that I would have to wait this long just to get the feel of being a student in UK.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;My flight to Glasgow was an interesting story to tell. Boarded a MAS flight at 11.40pm at KLIA heading for Heathrow before continue with connecting flight to Glasgow in British Airways plane. I was seated by the window and next to me was 2 retirees, husband and wife, who are going for holidays in Edinburgh. I managed to break the ice with two of them by sharing our reasons to go far away from home. They were very friendly and talkative even though at times I couldn’t quite catch what they were saying. I just nodded in agreement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The triple 7 flight was full house that night. The plane was seemed to be taking off with difficulty. What come to my mind was that “are those org putih going back for Raya too?” as I saw many of them in that Boeing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I spent most of my flight time with watching videos and movie which were available at the LCD screen in front of our seat. I could not be happier when there was Iron Man 2 movie to choose from. After watching several other movies, I decided trying to get a sleep as it was already almost 4 hours of the journey. Another 8 hours to go before reaching Heathrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;We were attended with food twice during that voyage i.e. supper and breakfast. For supper i picked Briyani rice with chicken while for breakfast I ate omelet with ‘cendawan butang’. It was nice to my palate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Finally we reached London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;marvellous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; airport at 5.20AM (local time). Alhamdulillah…I got to touch down on an alien land. Everything that I’ve heard all this while from all sorts of sources would be tested as I would be able to first hand feel by myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I hoped and prayed that this endeavor into this new world of uncertainties, possibilities and expectations would make and shape me into the better of me if not the best person I could be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;To be continued…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-3166161275311696489?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3166161275311696489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-journey-to-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/3166161275311696489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/3166161275311696489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-journey-to-west.html' title='My journey to the west'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-5501865437177038290</id><published>2010-07-06T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:41:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting mode..</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;div&gt;After a very long break...finally,i am able to revisit my blog...now still waiting for my turn to go abroad..somehow i feel very anxious about it..not sure whether i capable of coping  all hurdles studying in an alien world... nevertheless, i should be positive and prepare myself...i pray everthing would be as planned...ok..till next time...cai jen.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-5501865437177038290?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5501865437177038290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-mode.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/5501865437177038290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/5501865437177038290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-mode.html' title='Waiting mode..'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-6843273112057830572</id><published>2009-08-11T09:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:58:46.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/SoDOKCuLgrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GQmjCj_MelY/s1600-h/P8050201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/SoDOKCuLgrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GQmjCj_MelY/s400/P8050201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368517427750208178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be the beginning of my last semester in IMU...another 3 months and half to go...I have been waiting for this time...so long...the last battle in IMU..but the war still continue..counting the days that i have left, it looks like i don't have ample time to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By the time,Indeed, mankind is in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;loss, Except those who believe and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;righteous deeds and enjoin each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to the truth and enjoin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;each other to patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (103:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things i should have done, need to be completed...&lt;br /&gt;Proper planning and discipline implementation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, let us strive for success In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-6843273112057830572?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/6843273112057830572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/08/beginning-of-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/6843273112057830572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/6843273112057830572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/08/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end...'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/SoDOKCuLgrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GQmjCj_MelY/s72-c/P8050201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-8294047443810988110</id><published>2009-08-01T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:49:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIt's so easy to give up..but not easy to give your best</title><content type='html'>This couple of weeks, so many things happened. Some were things that make me feel happy and vice versa...Looking back into things that i've done, i was not sure why and how i could do it...&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard...but it seemed my effort to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;To study and to give time for other things...in the very beginning, i feel very enthusiastic...full of commitment...after facing a few obstacles and difficulties, my energy and commitment level started to drop little by little...i'm not sure where to get back my fighting spirit...&lt;br /&gt;sometime i felt like to give up and almost give up with everything after looking at others who seem to be very happy with their life...could spend good time with family...no need to think about finance problem, society or  any event matter...they could just focus on study...As for me, facing lots of  problems...so stress..no one to share..&lt;br /&gt;After pondering back at how i feel and see things, i remembered verses from Al-Quran and ask for forgiveness from Allah....i was so weak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do men think that they will be left alone on saying, "We believe", and that they will not be tested?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We did test those before them, and Allah will certainly know those who are true from those who are false.&lt;/strong&gt; (29:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, this is part of the test in my life which could strenghten my iman...insyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If We give man a taste of Mercy from Ourselves, and then withdraw it from him, behold! he is in despair and (falls into) blasphemy.&lt;/strong&gt; (11:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when i was given the happy moment and 'rezeki', i seldom be thankful to Allah...that's why Allah gave me the test to make me realise of my mistake and unawareness...&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...praise be to Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i will be always by His guidance...Ameen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=3tuaBE0lnRGm35d3sZ5O"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rintihan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album : RinduMunsyid : Hijjazhttp://liriknasyid.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biar berlinangan airmata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku takkan hentikannya Biarkan ia menyembuh luka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilanglah rasa duka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak ku termampu merentasi liku-liku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh tidak ku mampu menghadapi semua itu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sungguh ku tak upaya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan dibiarkan jerih perih kehidupan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisa meleraikan iman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kan hancur semuanya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walau menitis airmata darah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak bisa merubah segalanya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melainkan taubat nasuha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moga kan diterima &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun ku percaya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masih ada kesudahannya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana allah itu Maha kaya maha mendengar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rintihan hamba-hambanya Kerana sesiapa bertaqwa kepadanya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasti akan ada Jalan keluarnya Rezeki yang tidak disangka-sangka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cukup allah baginya Berkuasa segala-galanya Terima seadanya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-8294047443810988110?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8294047443810988110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/08/iits-so-easy-to-give-upbut-not-easy-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/8294047443810988110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/8294047443810988110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/08/iits-so-easy-to-give-upbut-not-easy-to.html' title='IIt&apos;s so easy to give up..but not easy to give your best'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-843099726776597862</id><published>2009-07-25T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:05:46.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late post...but still relevant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Smse-w4s1iI/AAAAAAAAABU/xG9CaiRN1yA/s1600-h/P7070225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413844938151458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Smse-w4s1iI/AAAAAAAAABU/xG9CaiRN1yA/s400/P7070225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Smse-n9UwfI/AAAAAAAAABM/wV8GRN9GK1U/s1600-h/P7070224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413842541625842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Smse-n9UwfI/AAAAAAAAABM/wV8GRN9GK1U/s400/P7070224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has quite some time after the last visit of Tun Dr Mahathir to IMU..If I'm not mistaken,it was during second week of my rotation schedule. 7 July 2009...That's the day i will remember as long as i can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hearing to my friends that they will get involved in presentation/exhibition during Tun's visit to IMU, i felt a little envious..how lucky they are...Chance to meet a great leader of Malaysia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tun entered the Auditorium hall of IMU about 9.45am...I was sitting at the farthest seat in the Audi, only could barely see him in crowd of people guarded by his body guards...He smiled from the time he entered until he was seated...so generous of smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, Tun was invited to give his speech...He spoke with a very good tone and pace...He stood still while giving speech and sometime inserting some humour into his speech..making people enjoyed with his speech...He shared some of his experience and vision...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, a dialogue session with students was opened with title of "Leadership in medicine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some students asked their questions and answered by Tun slowly and with wisdom...i guessed some of the questions were not really meet the title/theme...Neveetheless, Tun gave his best to make it clear to students what they need to do to be a great leader in the field of medicine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after the MC annouced the end of the dialogue session, Tun spend a few minutes to interact with the students...Many students took the chance to take photo with him...and some shook his hand...I was not sure what were they intention to take photo or shake hand with Tun..Maybe just for feeling proud, etc... At that time I was still at my seat..looking from far the situation..deep in my heart, i really want to shake his hand...one thing that keep coming in my mind...HOW do really great leader/people shake their hands? Will i shake like them in the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After for some time, i thought that i won't have the chance to shake his hand as the crowd that surround Tun was getting larger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I had an idea..I went out from Audi through rear door..and waited for Tun to come out through the front door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, after went through the big crowd, i managed to get close to Tun and i put out my hand to shake him...Suddenly he take my hand with a smile and i shook his hand... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, i could feel a handshake of a great leader... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-843099726776597862?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/843099726776597862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-postbut-still-relevant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/843099726776597862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/843099726776597862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-postbut-still-relevant.html' title='Late post...but still relevant'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Smse-w4s1iI/AAAAAAAAABU/xG9CaiRN1yA/s72-c/P7070225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-5218361051547397830</id><published>2009-07-01T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:04:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other day in GP clinic</title><content type='html'>Today i came early again. Just in case because the doctor will evaluate my GP posting and part of it is my enthusiasm. Thus, i need to show him that i was really interested in learning J&lt;br /&gt;However, Dr Rasmani opened his consultation room a little bit late. I brought my pharmacology lecture notes should it become handy when i need it especially when patients themselves say drugs names but i did not know anything about it. What a shame..Even a ‘pak cik’ aged more than 50 years old could remember sophisticated drugs name very well..atenolol, enalapril, captopril..These were the words that i heard from an old man today. I was blurred at that time and unable to recall what type of drug was it. Fortunately, i had the notes with me. At least i could flip through and refurbished my brain. It has been quite some time my brain did not have ‘defragmentation’.&lt;br /&gt;One of the cases that i found interesting today was a man infected with cutaneous larva migrans (CLM). Previously this patient left hand was pricked by thorn while he was working in his orchid and had been treated only for the pricked wound. But few days later (today), he came again to the clinic complaining of itchiness and ulcer which migrating. Dr Rasmani quickly made his diagnosis of CLM after looking at history and observing the pattern of ulcer formed. The patient was treated with injection of steroid at the site of infection. According to Dr Rasmani, i was lucky because this was a rare case.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to see how the real scabies, chicken pox, measles and herpes patients presented with and the appropriate managements. Apart from that, I had the chance to listen to a conversation about a patient asking for second opinion about contraceptive pills with the doctor. It was a new and educating experience for me. Furthermore, Dr Rasmani also gave us the opportunity to watch his negotiation with medicine suppliers.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, today i realised that how easy it was to get a Medical Certificate (MC). Throughout my life i had never known about MC nor asking for it. During this clinic posting i could see almost everyone would ask for MC even though for minor illness such as cough. Moreover some of them asked for MC because they wanted to take care of their sick spouses although they were healthy.&lt;br /&gt;From my observation today, i could describe that most of patients that came to the clinic seeking for treatment were obese or overweight. Majority of them also came with chronic diseases like hypertension and diabetes. This really made me aware that we need to educate our society about healthy diet and exercise as we know it is preventable.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i understood that being a GP, we need to have at least some knowledge in all medical fields especially O&amp;amp;G and paediatric. This was because we would have patients from all kinds of background and presented with various signs and symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;“This post seems to be so schematic”-mcm report je..skema...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-5218361051547397830?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/5218361051547397830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-day-in-gp-clinic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/5218361051547397830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/5218361051547397830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-day-in-gp-clinic.html' title='The other day in GP clinic'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-4662777145629797077</id><published>2009-07-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:29:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This few weeks i learnt something</title><content type='html'>I learnt that we should not say ‘i will try’. Instead we should say ‘i must’ or ‘i will’.&lt;br /&gt;Because when we say ‘i will try’, other people tend to think that we are not serious in what we are doing. Let say when someone invites you to his/her house for a function, then you reply ‘i will try to come’. It shows that you are not sure or basically you are not coming at all.&lt;br /&gt;In Malay community we usually use the word ‘InsyaAllah’ inappropriately. When someone request or ask us to come to the surau for ta’lim, for example, we would say ‘InsyaAllah’ with intonation that sounds like we will not be going. For me, this is not appropriate as ‘InsyaAllah’ word, from what i’ve learnt, it means ‘with Allah permission’ (please correct me if i’m wrong). So, we are making a promise, whatever happens we must try to fulfil that promise unless Allah does not let it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;In a nut shell, we must use the correct term at the correct time, context and intonation because what and how we say something will tell people what type of person we are...so be careful in everything we say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-4662777145629797077?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/4662777145629797077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-few-weeks-i-learnt-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/4662777145629797077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/4662777145629797077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-few-weeks-i-learnt-something.html' title='This few weeks i learnt something'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-3732947236669437122</id><published>2009-06-22T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:03:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in GP clinic</title><content type='html'>(Klinik Rakan Medik-Dr Rasmani)- 22/6/09&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up this morning, i felt not very happy and lack of enthusiasm about going to this clinic posting. Many things came into my minds. How the doctor would treat and accommodate me? Will he share his experiences? Somehow i just got up, got my shower, wear my clothes and ready for the journey.&lt;br /&gt;I made my mind that i must learn something from this posting by hook or by crook. I should use this opportunity to the fullest because this would be the only chance for me to experience the Malaysia’s GP before continuing my clinical phase overseas.&lt;br /&gt;While i was on the way to the door, my handphone rang. I received a message from Belal(who was joining me for GP posting) asking for me to wait and come with him as he did not know the way to get there. I become more confident. At least there would be someone to accompany me throughout this posting and help me in answering the doctor questions if i was asked. Seriously, actually i was not ready mentally and in term of knowledge because i did not make any revision. My knowledge was rusted.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to arrive at the clinic early, about 8.55 am. Dr Rasmani had not come yet. The staff, Ms Diana and Ms Mila invited us into the consultation room. So we waited for the doctor. Before we came in, we could see a few patients had already queuing at the registration counter.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor greeted us and we introduced ourselves. The doctor seemed to be very happy to receive us which made me more comfortable to learn from him. During morning session, we managed to see around 40 patients. It was so quick that each patient consultation only took about 5 minutes or less. Dr Rasmani did his job very well in diagnosing and giving advices to his patients. I could see that most of his patients were very close and know him very well. Every patient that came out from his consultation room would have a smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;Today i learnt many things after spending 12 hours in the clinic and seeing about 150 patients.         Dr Rasmani taught us many things. He showed to us how is the real life as a doctor or to be specific, general practitioner. He worked 7 days a week, 12 hours perday with hardly any time to spend for himself and family. If he took holidays means he had to close his clinic because he was the only doctor works in the clinic. He said that he did not mind to spend most of his time in the clinic because he enjoyed the profession and helping other people made him feel contented.&lt;br /&gt;When i reflected to what he said, i asked myself, “Am i ready to devote my life to this profession? This student life made me carried away with entertainment and far away from my true objectives of life.&lt;br /&gt;I hope from now on i would be more conscious and get the clearer picture about my path in pursuit of this noble profession. Hopefully one day i am able to become like most of doctor who are willing to dedicate their life to serve the human kind holistically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-3732947236669437122?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/3732947236669437122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-in-gp-clinic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/3732947236669437122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/3732947236669437122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-in-gp-clinic.html' title='First day in GP clinic'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-8911807396912802233</id><published>2009-06-21T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:10:17.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Down memory lane...Matriculation</title><content type='html'>I could still barely remember when I got my offer letter from matriculation. I felt very ecstatic as I would go to a new place and get to continue my studies. That was the first time I went to a place that was very far from home and my parents, all by myself. I did not really know where I had the strength and bravery to go there without anyone else accompanying me for registration. Maybe I was so naive and innocent. Not knowing what was the real world outside there really like.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a flight ticket that would arrive at 6 pm. I was not sure why i bought that late ticket. Oh....yea...i remember....It was because all direct tickets from Kuching to Labuan were fully booked. That caused me to buy a transit ticket which was far more expensive as i would be taking two different flights. The cheapest that i could get was flight that arrived at 6 pm. So, i have no choice because my budget was low at that time. I used money from leftover scholarship saving that i keep after done secondary school. Luckily it was just enough to get me to Labuan.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Labuan airport, i was very anxious as my friend’s mother who supposed to pick me up there did not show up. I called my friend. He said his mother won’t be able to come and bring me to the matriculation. I felt like stranded in an island without direction and hope. With all the big baggages that i carried with me, it was very difficult to move anywhere to find a cab. Suddenly i saw a group of uniform people with someone raising sign board written “Matrikulasi Labuan”. There came my savior..i approached them and ask the person raising the signboard, “Saya nk pergi daftar di Matrikulasi Labuan, boleh tolong hantarkan?” So, they brought me to their bus and after waiting for few minutes, we headed for matriculation. I have mixed feeling during my time in the bus. Happy, worried, glad and nervous. What intriguing me the most at that time was,why they were still waiting for people although i was sure that registration counter had closed at that time, which was about 6.30 pm. It was already dark when i arrived like 7.30 pm here.&lt;br /&gt;Life in matriculation was not very easy for me. Everything was in English. That was the first time i know the word ‘potassium’ which i used to call it ‘kalium’ during chemistry lecture. Almost every words that lecturer said or written in textbook were new words for me especially during biology lecture. Just imagine, i did not know what ‘secrete’ means. When i looked back, i felt like i had learned so little or nothing when i was in school. But my English was so poor during secondary school, so no wonder it would be difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i tried to improve myself. I had to get a book to write new words and find the meaning and memorize the new words. As i was doing that i could see my friends around me developed and learnt faster than me. I was left behind and unable to catch up with their level. When i got into discussion with them, i would feel lost. It made me feel so depressed and isolated.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-8911807396912802233?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/8911807396912802233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-memory-lanematriculation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/8911807396912802233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/8911807396912802233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-memory-lanematriculation.html' title='Down memory lane...Matriculation'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920657261696690604.post-7393144789047694856</id><published>2009-05-30T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:55:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating a starting point...</title><content type='html'>Living in this world called Earth, life has been challenging and full of great experience.&lt;br /&gt;All this while we have been busy achieving and realising our own objectives and goals which make us lose track of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;To be a great person, it is important for us to have time for ourselves to review and to ponder again at what we had gone through all day, months or years...&lt;br /&gt;That is why i'm creating this blog to give myself a chance of to reflect myself so that i will still be on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;As mind will change over time, contributed by many factors, when i get to know what my mind is keeping, reasoning, gaining, thinking and processing, it will give the good control to maneuvre my body to the right path..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will see something in what i'll be writing and posting and comment if you feel need to do so..whatever it is, i'm happy to have you reading my blog. Thank you...see you in the next post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mind's metamorphosis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920657261696690604-7393144789047694856?l=mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/feeds/7393144789047694856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/05/creating-starting-point.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/7393144789047694856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920657261696690604/posts/default/7393144789047694856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindsmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2009/05/creating-starting-point.html' title='Creating a starting point...'/><author><name>Harry Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10398297080088870280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8TGaVlg0aM/Sjztwh-_kjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XQbZXbMAhUg/S220/160046.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
