the final posting..the exam..the most scary!!

O&G always been among the most scary posting.

I started my O&G with lot of enthuatism. Funnily everything ran smoothly, the first few weeks were just superb. However things started to change several weeks later, namely when i entered the gynae part of the posting. I'm not sure what is wrong, is it because of the gynae itself, the ward, or we were barred from the ward, the seniors are going away,because moving to anew house or just because i was not in the mood. But, ultimately, my energy just drained off, from 100 to nearly none. At certain point, i just wish, that i can end the posting there and than.

The exam, was of course, eventful, The cinical sesson, had to be done, more than a week earlier, due to the senior's proffesional exam. I was supposed to be the last candidate, however, Prof Zaleha, my dear clinical examiner, brought it forward. The session went quite well, until the part, where she said "adli, you had done everything well, but you are just so slow. I'm not sure where is the problem, but you use all the 10 minutes. Unfortunately, we don't have time for discussion. But generally, u did "okay" even without the discussion". What ....no discussion..... I freaked out. "Okay" but without discussion, how can that be?

The theory was a week after dat. The MCQ and PMP Gynae were reasonable, but the Obs PMP,were just so, confusing, not becuase of the knowledge, just the way the qns was made, i was wondering, what to put there, on that space. The OSCE was basically. Okay.

So, how is d result? Today at 3, at that bilik seminar, the result was announced. That was among the time of me being a medical student, that i was so disturbed and so uncertain. Fail is among the word that i really hope will not be said, but i was not sure, will that be a reality. To cut it short, i pass. However, yupp, not an amazing result, infact i did fail my PMP Obs, but due to other part, especially, the OSCE and MCQ, my mark was raised to a really safe level. Funnilly, i pass my clinical even without the discussion, thank god, totally HIS work.

What is so wrong about o&g than. Aftey actually analizing it, it is not the posting, but it was me,(this apply for me). The posting was rather an interesting posying, the workwas reasonable, infact the knowledge that need to gain was basically in my hand. So what went wrong? In my case, it was about me, the innerself of Adli. I look back at all the problem and mistake, it is not about my knowledge, my skill, etc. It was just luck. And Allah really want to say something to me. Yupp,HE did, thro this way. Alhamdulillah, he did not push it, to the extend of failing me.

He is the almighty. And i really really need to do something about me.....

My Baby Ariff Hakimi, he is nearly 10 months now. My Jack Jack, the incredible thumbsucker and the ultimate heartrobber. Still waiting for he to call me papali, that day, will be among the best day of being an uncle, a Papali. 

Faces of 2004

Faces of 2004 

facial...facial..

Feel good. Yupp, just back from my facial session. Facial? Yupp, facial, where the person will scrub, prick ur face, trying to make the will not be flawless, near to what we hope it will. And, nope, this is not my first time, duhh...

So why facial? Haha, the answer is quite simple. The same reason why other people go for facial. For beautiful skin, not the real answer, but more to have a less problematic skin. It is like having a cyst, if we don't take it out, it will turn to get infected and later will become abscess, and that is when the nightmare of acne haunting the person.

Hmm, funnily, i really like my facial session. I'm not the type of person who go every month, not even once in 3 month. If i'm lucky, the sixth month interval it is, but usually, it always be more than a year after my previous session. The problem , yeah money is the main factor, time is the second factor, third is the accompanying person. The session, is of course not everyone cup of tea,(hehe), especially the pricking session. Yupp, it was painful, however i found it to be satisfying, the pain is a promise of a pleasant sight later. And i tend to develop the art of sleeping during the session, which is a skill i guess, to be sleeping tight with all those cream, toner on your face.

Today, i went alone, after a year of exposing my face with those polutants in the air, rolling my face on all sort of surface, "swimming" it in a unknown pool, torturing it with all type of weather, kissed and pitched by those unsure of what it is. Hmm, yupp, i got my skincare product, nevertheless, the yaer of clinical, is unpredictable, and the same goes with my face washing session. I did wash my face every morning, but the more important before sleep session, was not part of daily routine.

Thanks god, after all that suffering, the face, got what it deserve, a real thorough facial. The holidays is here, and i hope the skin can enjoy thro it with a healthy start.I'm not sure, what it will face later, will i stick to the night routine, and when is the next facial session. At least, the skin is happy for today!!

walking down the school's "kaki lima"

Early morning, with green pants and white shirt plus the black songkok and the white shoes barely "berkapur"(result from late night "only" kapur without washing). NOt to forget, d big water bottle, the funny "selempang" bag and the lovely, totally meanigful, "stickt" badge(need only a single badge with this, rather than buying 5-6 for all d clothes.) Yupp,it was that years of secondary school, a journey, a truly colourful picture on its own.

Today, as i drove back to my new house in UKM after sending my dear janie to UPM, suddenly the urge, of that naive me, came back. I drove straight and without really aware of it and amazed by my two upper limb, turning the steering which will bring me down the momory lane, my old old school, the one and only, maahad hamidiah.

I was driving thro d memories of arriving late everyday to school, when i was suddenly stopped by a pak guard. What a pak guard at that never been use pak guard house. That is amazing. To add to my amazement, i need a "pas pelawat" to go in. Huh... (weirdly, malaysian idol come to my mind...hahaha..)

Climbing up the stairs to second floor leading to bilik ketua bidang, i realised, how i had taken for granted the lift, in HUKM. I was not tired or disgusted by it, but the feeling was raw and refreshing. Hmm, the students so called my super juniors flashback the images of me being in the same shoes ( i must be the most stupid and ugly looking male student in that attire.....)

Stepping in the ketua bidang room, where i usually "lepak" meeting my teachers and was my office when i teached there as "cikgu ganti" for a month after matriculation, it is the same old room. The table, the chairs, the sofa, and that awfully stack of book and paper, schedule and time table....there are still there..... Cikgu Latifah and Cikgu Noorgayah were the ones that greeted me there. The list goes on. Cikgu Rohaini, at kaki lima, Kak Mia in the library with Cikgu Yahurin, all others cikgu along the corridoors, Cikgu Zaini and Cikgu Mai, back to Bilik Ketua Bidang, Kakak Makmal, and that makcik tukang sapu at makmal, and lastly cikgu ramrah and cikgu zarinah back to the library.

Hmm, ohh yeah, lot of changes in Maahad. To name a few, code bar system in the library, "kad keluar kelas" for every classes (do they need a pass to go to the toilet too?....), makmal komputer (a two storey building with a real working up to date software and processor) and others. New people, yup, lot of new cikgu, and ustaz, and a new "pengetua" as well, a nice looking, forthcoming pengetua. Ohh, new activity, kawat kaki is coming up, with that makan malam amal maahasd in april (with all the teachers, urging me to buy a table...with Rm100 per chair, that a thousand for a table....wow...where should i get the money)

Ohh yeah, do i still have something there? My footprint has long been gone, neither my contengan etc (hmm....do i conteng any...if i did, dah lupa dah pun...), yet, and sweetly, my old students were still there, strugling thro their year as a senior, the fifth formers. I barely remember their faces and names( they were barely 13 and was totally obviously not even matured at that time). NOw all had reached that superb puberty status, leaving me smiling proudly to see them, standing there as a super senior. THe good thing of being a teacher, is the students (some) do remember you teaching them years back.

It was a nice time to take a break and walking down that memory lane. And among the best thing today is, it was not just me who visiting my old teachers,at the same time, i got a visit from my "old" students. What u do to others, others will do it to you.......and that's totally true..(-_-)