Sleeping Child

Nothing beats the comforting and relaxing feel of coming home after a hard day's night on call in hospital..
My room,
newly renovated
all designed and planned by myself,
spent hours searching on the net for latest ideas,
spent months searching for each furniture around the whole town,
and spent more than RM10k on buying all the stuffs (paid by my mum and dad )

The Sweet Dream Ionnex pocketed matress with natural latex which can remove free-ions from the body

 

My Everyday Carry

  

Spot lights - light up only the area which needed to be lighten up, and keep the other areas as cozy as ever

My collection of books (mostly from India for their dirt cheap reading materials)

An 11 year old jigsaw, a present for my PMR by my aunt

My work space, with the 2 framed pictures i got in India

The place i did all my grooming

8 feet wardrobe, more than enough for my shirts

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My work place cum play station cum study table

My PC up close (who need a Mac for white themed desktop?)

 

Sad But True

Now that i finally graduated, i am reluctant to start working or practicing as a medical personnel. I hate having to do 2 years of Housemanship here. I hate the Malaysia medical system, disappointed with the Malaysian government, and not wanting to even live in Malaysia altogether. I have read too many articles and news about the Housemanship in Malaysia, the broken medical system here. I hate having need to work like a dog, have every-other-day 'on call' which means work 36 hours non stop. I hate that i will not be treated fairly, not paid handsomely, not taught sincerely by specialist, and not appreciated by the hospital staffs and the public. Frankly speaking, I regretted choosing this field altogether. Even in my batch, around 30-40% of the students regretted entering this field. I have gone through the hectic schooling life, the demanding exams, the tiring clinical practice. The worst thing is that after studied like mad for the last 5 years, it doesn't mean anything. The MBBS degree, which everyone else thought is a big "wow", is nothing but a passport to enter another deeper layer of hell.

Now, there are way too many HOs in Malaysia, and too few MOs and Specialist. In 2015, there will be surplus of doctors in Malaysia. 5 years ago, there are only 5 universities in Malaysia, both private and government, which provide Medical degree. In 5 years time, the number had increased to 15. There are hundreds of undergraduates still to graduate from the unis and colleges, not counting those who went for study abroad. It wont be long before we see doctors unemployed on the streets, because the number is too great but the posts provided by MOH is limited. Imagine seeing doctors, after studied so hard, have to search for jobs in unrelated field. The phenomena will be the same as the nurses in Malaysia right now. 

Becoming a newly graduated doctor in Malaysia now, is to me, like a never-never land, because you will mostly end up no where. Last time, having an MBBS degree is more than enough. You can open a clinic, and your life will prosper. Now, the patients demand more; they are more well informed, more educated, and knows how to fight for their rights. People nowadays would always prefer to search a specialist's advice rather than a normal physician. However, even after houseman, a Malaysia Houseman has very very limited chances to further his/her career. Now, as of 2011, there are already 7000+ HO, but only 800 seats of master scholarship provided by the Malaysia Medical Council. Talking bout competition? Unfairness? Racism? Cables and Connections? There's no need of explaining it further. Worse, EVERY single masters abroad are NOT recognized in this Bolehland, except 3 from UK: MRCP, MRCPCH, MRCOG (and they're going to de-recognize MRCPCH anytime soon. The phenomenon will continue to be the same - many many HO's and MO's, but still very limited Specialists. Why are there so many of the Malaysian 'genius' doctors who studied abroad do not come back to serve Malaysia? That's because the whole system is screwed up. The pay elsewhere is much higher, you are protected better, and have less working hours. So, i would tell everyone, including myself, if possible, if financially able, leave. Leave this Bolehland where nothing is boleh, and never never come back again. The government is screwed up, whole Malaysia is hopeless.

In every day's newspaper, we can see that many people are complaining bout the deteriorating quality of the health care in the country, and most of the fingers are pointed towards us, the Housemans. But i can understand why. It's all because in the first place, a HO basically dont know anything, have no experiences, naive, and yet we are overworked (36 hours without any rest, no time for even a drink), not guided well by our supervisors, not encouraged but discouraged, being despised by even the nurses, over-stressed. There are many HO who are depressed, or even gone crazy, quit, became suicidal etc. Statistic shows 60% of HO seeks psychiatry consultation. How can a mere young person handle so much, and yet without any support from their supervisors, but being scolded, kicked around, insulted all the time by them. Today, most of the old doctors holding high posts are totally crazy, inhumane, irresponsible, inconsiderate in their behavior towards HOs. And as the HOs are being treated like shit, they would later become the same and take revenge on their juniors, and the vicious cycle goes on.

Last week, i was called up for the Induction Course in Hotel Midah, KL.. It was a 4 days induction course .. It was fun, resourceful, and at the same time, stomach filling.. One of the things we are taught about is 'Soft-skills', which means ways to communicate, ways to engage and be empathy towards patients. All these qualities are totally neglected by the Indian medical system i was used to, where everything is just about how much you study. Today, a doctor's job is not only about auscultating with stethoscope and prescribing drugs, but to 'talk' and behave humbly and nicely. Knowledge no longer counts much because anyone can know anything by just a click of mouse. It is about how you talk, how you present yourself, how to approach, how you keep silent and listen, how to touch, and what to avoid doing. Besides, we also informed that the On-Call system is going to be cancelled altogether, and be changed to Shift-system, where HOs work in 8 hours shifts rotation. Yes, it is a good news that we will not be too tired and can have some 'life', but the negative side is that, there will no longer be any On-Call allowances, which means around RM1000 loss per month.

I reported to duty at Hospital Tengku Ampuan Afzan Kuantan on Monday, 27th June.. This time, there were only 2 of us who reported to Kuantan GH- me, and another Malay friend Hamid. The first day was all about formality and documentations. Had to go to KWSP, the bank, and fill up a bunch of forms at the admin section of the hospital. That's all we did that day.

2nd day, we had a briefing on Standard Precautions practices. It was about what to do and what not to, all the steps of hand washing, way of handling needles, way of throwing medical waste, ways to protect oneself etc. All these qualities are again, over looked by the Indian system, where you simply throw anything anywhere, and nothing is being stressed upon. Before we start our posting, in Kuantan, there's a new rule that states that all new HOs are to be placed in the Blood Collection Room to collect at least the blood of 50 patients. Having done that only we are allowed to meet the head of the hospital for posting in a particular department. The purpose of it is to prepare the new HOs to work efficiently in terms of dealing with needles well, collecting blood skillfully, and dispense each waste in particular bins, ultimately to minimize the incidence of sharp injuries in the hospital to 0. So for now, we're just chilling around, taking blood in a small AC room, chatting with the staff nurse, and leave at 4 something. We both had reached the target in just 2 days, but we plan to linger on till Friday, then we will have holiday on Sat & Sun, and to meet the head only next Monday, so that we can continue chilling around, jobless, tension-less, at the same time getting familiar with the hospital surroundings, prepare ourselves knowledge wise and rest while we still can, before we enter hell.

Since i came back to Malaysia, many juniors asked me for my advices as they are also interested in becoming a doctor. My first thing telling them would be: think again! it's better not! There's no future! And if they really want to be a doctor for whatever noble reason? Go study abroad, and never come back!!

So, since my foot is stuck in this puddle of mud, how can i drag myself forward?
1. Keep thinking and setting sights on my goals: To be an eye specialist, work in a private hospital, earn a lot to have a good living, have much free time for myself and loving family, and be respected and appreciated by the public for my good service.
2. Pray. Pray to God for strength, guidance, skills, wisdom, knowledge; to show me favor, to pave the path straight for me, to help me achieve my goals.
3. Think of the On-Call system as a chance to earn more while i can, as the shift-system is just around the corner.
4. It is my calling to be in this healing ministry of Him. Spread His love with my open heart, let people feel that i am different, and may many be healed under my care.
5. Keep reminding myself i am getting paid. I am currently stay at home, have a super nice room with all new furniture and bed, and i do not need to use a single cent by logic. I can save up a lot in 2 years time, i will invest, and get a Toyota Altis after that to reward myself! 
6. Will keep energy bars and loads of water in my bag, to keep me going on.

Pump It

My gym membership is coming to an end. For the first time in my life I joined gym, around 3 months back, when the new gym in Mangalore - Zeuss, just opened. The past three months had been quite fruitful for me. I lost around 4 KGs. My body is more toned up. My stamina is better. My strength is more. Mentally more sharp and energetic. And most importantly, my BIG FAT FLABBY tummy reduced by a lot. At least now when i stand straight, the protrusion is no longer obvious. ("the Chinese with an Indian figure", that's wat ppl here sometimes call me, zzzz). I would not say i have huge biceps and six packs right now, because they'll totally not there. I think 3 months doesn't do too much for a superman's body. Am i happy with my results? Quite OK. My tummy is not super flat, but at least it's much smaller. My arms are not huge and my chest are not wide, but at least there are some shape.

I think my daily routine is very much adjusted to doing exercise in the afternoon already. Before that, afternoon after class, my time will be spent sleeping or playing game. Now, after working in hospital, at least my body will tell me to work out. Of course, in the beginning, it's hard. The fatigue, the laziness easily took over. But as time goes by, it gets easier. And another important factor is of course having a companion means extra pressure and motivation. Thank goodness for all the trainers and equipments in Zeuss, plus my own determination and furthermore, my companion Caryn.

P/S: When i go back Malaysia, i'll definitely join a gym. Hopefully my houseman-ship is not that strangle-ling till i dun even have time to exercise..

the essential of my workout - iPod Shuffle 4GB, which is free when i purchased my new iPod Touch 4G

My workout sets in my room, which are abandoned for long long time

Going Mobile

the first day i got the scooter

most recent photo (changed the headlight rim to full chrome; got a knock at the front wheel shield from some stupid auto driver)

"I'm going mobile, keep me movin', keep me groovin"

I'm going mobile.. I bought a scooter last May at the beginning of my internship, reason because I need it too much for travelling between hospitals and hostels and college. The auto rickshaw charges just went up another notch that time, from 13 rupees to 15 rupees per Km, which is crazy.. Besides, the reason I'm writing this post so late is because I dun wanna let my parents know bout it at all that I'm driving in India crazy traffic, and partially because I'm busy and lazy. (Anyway, they knew the truth last November but din really scold me, just asked me to be extra careful)

The bike is a vintage Vespa 150 Super.. It is the same age as me (25 yrs old).. Right now, this old vintage bike is extremely rare except in 3rd world countries like India or Vietnam where the citizens are still stuck in the 60's and 70's era.. Being truly 'vintage', it will actually cost a huge sum to get one and restore it with the rare parts. I bought this bike for only Rs9000, and fully refurbished and repainted it for another same amount.. Ppl here say I paid too much for such an old scooter cz I could have got a high powered bike with the same amount.. But I am sentiment about old things and i was willing to spend, plus I had not had a single thought of getting those big bike like most of my friends are riding.. I wanted something special, different, rare, cute, cool.

So far, in the past 9 months or so, my driving experience had been full of ups and downs..
Ups means I love the look of the scooter; the sound of the engine; the way ppl ask bout my bike and admire it; the exceptional convenience it gave me as an intern to travel around hospitals and coming back for lunch; ability to go anywhere i want without needing to fight with auto drivers; feeling the smooth and steady stroll on the roads; the experience of riding my girlfriend around; the fun of exploring places here i'd never been before; the thrill of high speed on road and experience of cool breeze at late night...

Now comes to the downs. As they say, an 'old man' needs lots of fixing.. I'd experienced numerous amount of bike breakdown, not able to kick-start, no light, water clogging the engine, excessive smoke problem, parts getting loose etc, and consequently visited the garage uncountable number of times.. Yes, old is gold, (which means u need a lot of gold to own an old)..

Another thing I always wanted to stress on is the stupidity of the Indian drivers here.. There's not a single second when I'm on the road here that I do not curse the drivers and pedestrians.. I mean, they're freaking dumb and ignorant.. Already everyone knows bout the road condition here. Big holes out of nowhere, non stop digging and patching up of roads, stones and bumps on the side roads, absence of draining system, no pedestrians pavements, no line separating lanes, lack of sign boards and traffic lights, extremely narrow streets, pedestrians crossing the roads however they want... (the list goes on).
Majority of the drivers here are totally bunches of lawless, brainless, selfish, ignorant, rude, impatient ppl..The things that piss me off all the time are the way they dun use their signals before they stop or turn; the way they don't know how to utilize a round-about properly; the way they dun stop or start at the right time at traffic lights; the way they ignores signboards and breaching the rules; the way they like to sneak in every inch of free spaces; the way they horn at everyone; the way ppl here drive counter traffic; the way buses bully the other small vehicles; the way ppl just stop wherever they want in the middle of the road; the way everyone blinding others using only the high beam on roads at night. Driving here in Mangalore is really annoying and stressful.

I love my Vespa despite the troubles this old folk gave me. I hate Indian roads and drivers to the max for the way they drive around me. I'd always wonder how nice it would be if i'm able to drive my Vespa in Malaysia's proper roads?? Till now, i'm still unsure whether i should bring this scooter back to Malaysia, or just sell it to someone who love vintage bikes. There are many foreseeable problems if i bring it back eg customs, taxes, shipment, availability of spare parts back home etc, but the relationship, the bond that we shared in the past months had been quite strong till i'm not willing to part from it.. Right now, I'm still in the midst of dilemma..

A Day In The Life (Community Medicine postings)

Woke up, got out of bed,
Brush a wax across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late

Wore my shirt and grabbed my bag
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and put on my shade
Plug in the earphone and I went into a dream

Reach Ullal, signed my name
Sit down there and bore myself
Patients came, tell their complaints
I gave them drugs and off they went

Power went off and the fan stopped
Wet my shirts and flood my brain
Read a book and kill my time
Found myself gain nothing everyday

It's 4.30 and off i left
Reach my house in an hour
Throw my bag and bath myself
Jump on the bed and again went into a dream

Can't read their mind, dun speak their tongue,
Bad facilities, frequent power down
Simply diagnose, prescribe for fun
Suffer and being uncomfortable for Rs1500 per month

P/s: Community service is definitely not my thing. I find this one month of rural community postings utterly useless and time wasting. I don't see myself sacrifice for the illiterate villagers and get nothing back. I would prefer sitting in an A/C room, enjoying my time, take few patients but take my own sweet time, do the job properly and charge a good amount.

(Updated 1/5/10) At last this uncivilized, useless, boring and time wasting posting is over.. No more stupid medical officer, no more power cuts, no more bad food, no more travelling.. The whole posting in juz utterly wrong in all senses. Without protocol, ineffective drugs, illiterate patients, no gloves, no suture material, no spirit, bad MO, bad staffs etc..
At last, i'm now back to civilization. Am now posted in Atavar Hospital Medicine Unit IV, which is a very hectic unit.. So, i am gonna change my attitude towards this new posting and be interested and work hard, at the same time have fun.. (the "Fish" attitude)

Traveling on public bus everyday to and fro, it takes 30 minutes bus ride to reach Ullal from Mangalore, and i have to depart at 7.30am and come back only at 5pm. Indian buses sucks, super crowded and hot and smelly and noisy.

The scenery i see from Mangalore to Ullala

"essential health care based on practical, scientifically sound and socially acceptable methods and technology made universally accessible to individuals and families in the community through their full participation and at a cost that the community and the country can afford to maintain at every stage of their development in the spirit of self-determination"

Sitting at the hot and small OPD wasting time. Every of my colleague will be busy studying for the PG entrance exam while i alone will be there reading novels, play PSP or go to the dorm to take a nap. What a life!

Lunch break at the common room with my colleagues. Meals are prepared by a sister who're hired by the college.

A laparoscopic camp at which the duty doc did each sterilization case in just 3 mins, awesome!

Visit to Anganwadi to check the general health of small children in 'schools' around Ullal

Our dorm of which everyone of us are supposed to sleep at every nights.

But i couldn't stand the condition and the lack of A/C and numerous mosquitoes bites and the uncomfortableness of the beds, so i go back home everyday.

Had a party at Vijay's house in Ullala. Thanks for the foods and the hospitality..

Things Ullal is famous for - beaches

On the way home to Mangalore after a tiring day

Slippery When Wet

I had been suffering from hyperhidrosis for the past 20 years or so.

Hyperhidrosis = abnormal excessive perspiration, in excess of that required for regulation of body temperature. Most common sites being palms and sole. My problem is whenever i'm exposed to hot weather, my palm and sole will sweat profusely non stop for the whole day till i sleep at night.

I can still vividly remember how i have to put a tissue paper under my palm whenever i'm in a drawing competition; use a handkerchief when i write my homework and exams; made the keyboard, mouse & gamepad soaking and sticky after i use them; my guitar strings rust 10X faster than my friend's; and more recently, having trouble while examining patients; totally wet the hand glove when i wear them; plus not to mention all the social frustration in having difficulty shaking hands and holding hands.
Hyperhidrosis is a very common problems affecting around 3% of the population, and i myself have few friends suffering from this also.

Recently around 1 year back, i got to know that hyperhidrosis is treatable, and the ultimate cure is by surgery. That discovery is like a light in my life. I can now hope to actually get rid of all these above mentioned trouble once and for all! The surgery is called Endoscopic Thoraco Sympathectomy, which is minimal invasive surgery using laparascope to remove bilaterally the T2 nerve. Also, I stumbled upon an useful website called Wet Hands Club. It is a social website set up by all the hyperhidrosis sufferers in Malaysia and have all the information one needs to know. From there, i got to contact a doctor (Dr. Jasmi) in HUKM. I started emailing him about the possibility of getting the surgery done and he always answered me promptly without fail. After that, I also got to know he transferred to Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital. My plan was to do the surgery in this long vacation of mine.

After i knew i passed my Final year MBBS, i wanted my parents to 'award' me with the surgery. I really need it for my internship. I had a really hard time convincing my parents to do it. . They were very worried bout the complications such as Horner's syndrome, rebound sweating etc. Besides, the cost of the surgery is expected to be around 10k, which is a large amount. After non stop of explanation and insistence by me, on this Sunday, they finally agreed on it.

On Monday morning, my awesome dad drove me all the way to KL to Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital to see Dr. Jasmi. Dr. Jasmi is an energetic, cheerful, middle aged professor. He quickly explained to me the procedure and all the necessary things to me as i'd knew most of the things by that time already. He also promised he would help me reduce the cost as much as possible as i'm not covered by any insurance. He said he'll not use the disposable trocar for laparoscopy as that itself cost RM2k. He'll also ask the assistants to use as least disposable item as possible to reduce the fee. He told me instead of access through the axilla, he prefer to access through the back around the scapula as it is easier to perform and with less complication to the lung, just that the scar is more apparent. That day, I was immediately admitted. On that whole day, i had nothing to do after a simple blood test, and my dad and I walked around at Ampang Point and had the famous Ampang yongtoufu nearby.


The next morning, i was the first case to be operated. I changed into OT gown, was shifted into the OT at 10.30am, and then the anesthesiologist put me under GA, and off i went into a dream. When i woke up at 11.45, i found myself having dyspnoea due to the GA side effect. My back has some vague pain and i couldn't move at all. After 1 hour in the post op, I was then shifted back to my ward. As time goes by, the pain at the back became more apparent as the analgesic worn off. I continued to be in drowsy mooed and slept till around 4pm, then only i felt my breathing was better and the pain at the back became less. I could walked around a bit, woke up to pass my first urine after the surgery, and after a while, Dr, Jasmi came to see me. He also gave me the specimen of both my T2 ganglion (sending the specimens for confirmation is another amount of money, which he think is not required as he's 100% sure that are the nerve tissue). He also gave me a DVD of the recorded laparoscopic procedure for me to watch.


The next day, on Wednesday morning, Dr. Jasmi came again saying that i can be discharged. He removed the bandaged on my back to reveal 6 bullets-like holes. Then he sprayed some glue so that i could take bath, and asked me to go to any hospital in Kuantan to remove the suture a week later. By 11am, all the payment and discharge procedure has been settled by my dad and off we depart back to Kuantan. (I was really glad that in the end, the fee of the surgery is even less than what we expected.) Throughout the 3 hour journey, i dare not rest on my back at the car seat because of the surgery wound. That whole day, even at home, though the weather is blazingly hot, my arms and soles do not sweat a bit. I was so so glad and relieved. Now on, i do not have to worry about all those frustration of my clammy hands anymore. I can sweat normally like other ppl at the back. I do not need to worry about sweaty hands whenever i'm exposed to sunlight.


Thank God the surgery went on successfully.
Thank you Dr. Jasmi for his specialty in endoscopic surgeries and also his understanding on our financial restrain.
Thanks my papa for his sacrifice in terms of energy, time, business, & money to accompany me for 3 days at the hospital.
Also thanks my mummy, Caryn, Caryn's mum for their constant concern.

Grace

It twas a long long time since i last blogged, firstly i do not have a computer with me for 2 months, secondly i am back in Malaysia and was busy with many things, traveled a bit during Chinese New Year and played lots of games at home on my new PC.

My results were out last week, and i miraculously passed. After i finished my exam, i thought i did my medicine paper 2 and the practicals very badly, and i know i do not deserve to pass. I even told the whole world i'm failing that subject and had started planning what to do with the extra 4 months of detainment in India. However, deep in my heart, i've got a feeling that God will bring me through somehow, but i dare not take for granted. Last week, while i was in 1 Utama shopping and was about to watch a movie (72 家租客) with my family, suddenly Caryn called me and told me i passed!!! I was super relieved hearing that, but i dunno how to celebrate, just continue with my shopping. Then when i met up with my parents, i even lied to them that i failed 2 subjects, their mood were totally spoil and my younger bro also started nagging at me. They even thought of not watching the movie. It was quite fun playing a fool at them.

We do not have any special particular celebration. Just went to Klang eat Bak Kut Teh the next morning; i bought a automatic Tissot watch for meself that's all. I wanted my parents to support me for an ETS surgery but till now they still had not agreed on it.

Anyway, i really thank God that i passed my Final Year exam. It was another personal experience of God's unfailing grace towards me. Many ppl told me i'm always super blessed and lucky in many things i do. It's like even though i worked less than ppl or had got into more troubles and caused many scenes, i still managed to get over it easily. This time, seeing so many of my friends failed, i feel really lucky. I love you Jesus. Thank you so much for watching over me and bring me through deep valleys

Now on, i'm officially out of my study life. I'll be going back India in March to start my internship and after 1 year, i'll be leaving India for good, and then only start the real nightmare of housemanship in Malaysia. So, i plan to enjoy to the max in this 1 year time and do as many extra curricular activities as possible. Ciao!!

Unplugged

I just finished my sessional exam today. Today's Surgery paper was just too shitty. Many of the question are so insignificant (as in it never came out in recent past years) till i don't even know what is it. Anyway, the battle is over as of now, but the war is still on. The final battle is in exactly one month time! In this one month, i must prepare myself mentally and physically and emotionally and spiritually equipped to face the battle. One month is not much at all, considering the number of books i have to "revise" and "remember". I must pass this final year exam!! i want to get rid of study life, once and for all (at least till my specialist course maybe). I dun wanna stay in this stupid India for another 6 months. One month of hardwork and no life! Just one month!!


This one month of study break will be further helped by the departure of my dear laptop. The Dell XPS M1530 has served me very well for the past 2 year (i still remember it reached me right on Christmas eve of 2007, it's the gift i bought for myself). Now, i'm getting tired of it not being able to play HD movies smoothly on my 22" LCD monitor. I think the extra resolution is too much for my nVidia 8600m GT graphic card. Also, those games that i bought can no longer be supported in full details and resolution (except 2004's Half-Life 2). Plus, i like to install all my favorite games in my hard disk, and 200GB for me is just way too little. Imagine my 1TB external HDD has 0% free space left. I need more power, more speed, more graphic rendering, more space (and obviously, more money).


Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours
So ya, i decided to list my laptop on eBay. Today, after 1 week of listing, it is sold for a whooping price of Rs 29500 (incl. shipment), which is roughly RM2100. It was a great deal, as it is exactly half of the original price of RM4500 2 years ago. I think it's a good way of getting the maximum out of laptop with the same value. See, i bought my first laptop Acer with RM4000, sold it after 2.5 yrs for half price, and i got this Dell with RM4500; now i sell it again for half price. I used the same RM4500 and get 2 laptops, at the same time have a powerful machine to keep up with my workload and gaming. Instead of buying a laptop, and wait for it to get spoil after 4 years, at the same time suffering from all the frustration of using slow and outdated machine. So tonight, i will be busy backing up my files, tomorrow reformat, pack it nicely and ship it with courier.


So, for the next 2 months, i wont be having a computer with me. I can study full time without any distractions. Besides, i can use the extra time i normally on exercising in my room and also play guitar, which is to me more healthy and less time consuming. I wont be able to keep up with latest football results, tech news, games releases, play facebook, chat thru webcam, or send emails (and obviously, wont be updating my blog for at least 2 long months). My iPod will play a BIG part in my life now, cz i can't live without music.

Homeward Bound
I will be going back home on 8th Feb 2010, till 12th Mac. I'd already bought my ticket online. I have all the plans i gonna do in this coming long holiday.
1) Build a new Small Form Factor gaming PC, costing nearly RM5k.
2) Exercise, or maybe go to gym to lose my tummy and build up muscle.
3) Have surgery on my hyperhidrosis problem (endoscopic thoracic sympathectomy), it'll cost around RM5k. I'd ask the doctors in HUKM, and he say i can do it at the OPD as day case.
4) Celebrate chinese new year 2010! Yo, the year of Tiger!!
5) Spend time with family and friends.
6) Eat, eat & eat.
6) Play all the PC games collection i bought: they're all greatest games of all time, all well worth buying and collecting and playing numerous times.


Hello Goodbye
That's all folks. This is it.
Say goodbye to my Dell XPS laptop. Say hello to my future super strong gaming SFF PC.
Say goodbye to surfing, chatting & gaming for 2 months. Say hello to textbooks.
Say goodbye to final year MBBS. Say hello to internship.
Say goodbye to India. Say hello to Malaysia.

Medicine end posting

Tomorrow is my Medicine end posting exam... It'll be my last contact with Medicine before my final exam.. By this time, i'm supposed to be perfect in all aspects: CNS, CVS, Respi, Abdomen theories; elicit the signs; speak in Kanada, make summary of case; give differential diagnosis; know the treatment etc etc..

But still i feel i still dunno anything and cant even talk to patient.. Am i fit to be a doctor like this??

I often think why am i not in Malaysia where i can speak in my own languages and get more interest into medicine, instead of being stuck in India, facing aliens with their foreign language and also finding myself always super unwilling to be in the hospital cz of the stupid Wenlock shit plus urine plus detergent smell... aihhhh......

Dr. RV Bhat, MV Prabhu, Venugopal and 1 more prof will be coming for my group... they're mostly super nice person.. hopefully things turn out fine...

For the past 4 days, it's been raining non stop.. Monsoon is supposed to be over by now, but the second phase suddenly came out of no where... The reason??? Mother Earth is dying!!!!
Weather here is either extreme hot & sticky OR extreme wet & sticky.. they both sux.. Anyway, i still prefer rain to sun... i miss the weather in Europe when it's sunny hot but cooling, ahhhhh...