what is tag along..?

I'm not sure what it is...but one of my fren had tag me(justme)....so hmm..i guess this is how i should do it...

20 years ago, 1985 :

i'm three, i remember nothing,but i was living in two places ...kuantan and kajang, my father was a manager in kuantan, we had a penthouse above standard chartered kuantan, while our home was in kajang. My mom, was working in UPM, so she was around during weekend or holiday in kuantan. Several things that maybe true regarding that period, that maybe i remember are:
*Teluk Chempedak walk with my parents and sisters..remember those days, actually i saw pictures where the three of us, my older 2 sis, will be wearing a similar yet not the same attire...kaka ijah wore a skirt version, kak ina the girl pants version, and me with the small boy version...haha...
*Ladybird cloth, and lot of them,...a very cute cosy corduroy pants.
*Long hair...i wore a hair up to my shoulder at one point
*Pizza, banana split, and hotel in kuantan...our meals before was a lavish one. always eating at the hotels etc...and i really even can taste the pizza while writing this..
*people pithing ur cheek, saying how cute u r, playing with me, and all of them were strangers....
hahhaa...banyak jugak ingat..banyak lagi yang tiba teringat,...but better i don't write it here...it will b lengthy...



10 years ago, 1995 :

Form 1, at maahad hamidiah. Here, the transition of adli happened. From the famous, outspoken, i'm always the best, popular, egoistic, and teacher's fav boy...to a rather plain, normal average student. This where nobody really look up at me, not like when i was in my primary school. I was fat at this time, but being a kid, who really realised that,( haha...not that fat...but still fat,,,). I was the "budak luar" who stayed at home. I was not that matured compare to somes of the students here. I was never really a somebody.

5 years ago, 2000 :

Matriculation, among the best time in my life. Even i was stranded in a place called londang, but it did not really matter. Here, where i really stayed in hostel, living quite far from home. I met lot of type of people here. From a nobody from an unknown school, it changed. I love what i was doing. Life in that small compound was nice even it was far from perfect. The smell of reban ayam was always around, yet that what it memorable. I learn simple principle of friendship and relationship. The teachers were marvellous, and food, especially the kuih was fantastic and rather cheap. My roomates were great and i didn't really study here. It was like a great vacation, in a rural place. A vacation with all the lacking in luxury, yet filled with lot of memories.


3 years ago, 2003 :

Hmm, third year, my clinical year. The first time, walking around in white coat, and was allowed to do what most peop don't. At this point, with my patient, i can ask them mostly anything, even the "dark" side of their life. Here, where peop, look at me as hmm...a someone. Imagine, here i got the will to ask patient to open their shirt, touching their body even the part where sometime, they don't even dare to touch. This is the privilage of being a clinical doctor, yet it is a privilage that hold a lot of responsibility. It is never for fun, where at this point, friends from different field, was teasing and complimenting me, when they heard i was in the breast team. Clinical life, is a different life, in a way. By the end of this year, i realised some facts about medical field. One most important thing is, as a doctor, u can make the world either to be a better place, or the opposite. Not saying we are powerful, yet, the responsibility they put on us, the one that i will hold later, is huge, and it is not something to proud about.

Last year, 2004 :

Fouth year, was among , or maybe the year filled with events. From good to bad, and etc. I was up and down, had a roller coaster life. I learnt lot of things about life specifically, friendship, trust, politic...at time i wish i never really venture into 2004, yet it was important to create a ME. Travel to some interesting places, but i guess one most significant thing about 2004, was, the emotional turbulance that i had to undergone. It is not that i never been sad or happy before, but the amplitude and the frequency of it were just miraculous, the ride was at time, out beyond mine strenghth. BUt ariff hakimi is a true mircale.


This year, 2005 :

Hmm, the first part of it was ..hmm...tah laa...i barely remember, haha. Nah not really, quite an okay year. Start in japan. Moved to a new house. Meet someone..???haha, not sure about that. Hmm, can't say much about this year, but yupp, learning more about myself, and venturing into myself, which i ignored before. Learn about feeling, and life, it is more like collecting more personal philosophy of life this year. I came out with several conclusion bout myself. This yaer will be among the most important year in my medical undergraduate life, my final year. Need to knows about every single disease in the world, while perfecting my communication and examinations skill, and try to be as calm as possible, and try to diagnose a person in less than 6 minutes.


Next year, 2006 :

Hopefully by april, i will be smiling thro every single angle on my face, and hold that MD title, withhopefully more to add to that title. Hope to venture into other interest of mine...hahha. Want to be more spiritual. and maybe, look at relationship more seriously. Maybe an umrah trip, and bought a new car, while taking over some of my parents's burden and responsibility. Hopefully, i can
do my intern at hukm, and venture into peds and do specialization and be a trainee lecturer as soon as possible.

Ten years from now, 2015 :

I will be 33. Married, with, 4-5 children, a lecturer and consultant, with an islamic approach of life. Very much into photography and designing, and do a lot of travelling and lecturing all over. Spending my time, with my parents, my siblings and my precious family. Aminn....lot more in my head....

When the wrong things ..feel right

I can't really recall anything specific to say about it, but i know, and i'm sure, i felt it more than a hundred time. I do remember, sitting and looking back, feeling rather guilty of what i had done even it was something right, and also, feeling good, when it was something that is generally wrong. The question is, am i human to feel that? or maybe a better question to ask is, why the wrong thing is wrong, and the right things ...hmm...are right?

I can't answer it. The hardest when, it is a mixture of right and wrong, and a mixture of guilty and satisfaction....you feel good at once, and feel bad at the same time. You keep saying dat it is the best that u can do, and at the same time another hemisphere of you, blaming of all that happen.....

Yet, i learn one thing. That was what it suppose to be, and it suppose to feel....and the reason is for us....to search.Isn't life ...is about knowing the reasons ?

Sunset jetty in Teluk Intan

Teluk Intan, where the "famous" leaning tower of Malaysia situated, that is where HUKM's med stud "berkampung" for a week or so...to get the taste of the real ,malaysia ministry of health,district hospital....

It is hmm...quite a "big" town, if I imaging Kajang back in 1993..the biggest shopping facility here is either the Billion, of Fajar Supermarket. KFC, Chicken KIng and the newest addition, the Pizza Hut are those fastfood restaurant that can be seen here, at least there is some touch of modernization and something familiar for "urban" medical student.

It was my second stays in Teluk Intan, last week. The first was during peds posting, and last week was for my medical. The hospital, is relatively "new" compare to Kajang, with the highest building, the wards, is 4-storeys high, with 3 well functioning, rather spacious lift(hate Kajang's small lift, which is slighlty maybe better than the lift in the "Dark water". Yet being a district hospital, in this town, the people here seem more hmm....friendly, even without they opening their mouth. Maybe i'm biased when i said that, but generally that is maybe ..and i said maybe ....true. The cases and the patients here were, hmm, the "normal" ones if i compare to the "oh-so-complicated" cases in HUKM.

Taman Melor, is where the houses situated, 4 terrace houses,rented by UKM for the students. This is the source of all those compliants from the students, too packed, too small, too hot, not suitable for study, etc etc etc. But, hmm, people never satisfied. Maybe, it is a bit hot, and a bit pack when the "peak" season come, but hey look at the brighter side, the administration is trying their best, they even provide the fridge and the TV for us. Hmm, but saying dat, i do agree about the "hotness". The house is about 3 minutes drive to Hospital. Pray hard guys, as UKM had bought 8 of those new houses located at the front, for us, hope, we can "merasmikannya"...

Among the best part of this town, is the ...hmm food, it is relatively cheap, and hmm...still have those "kampung water hand" in it..haha. Can you imagine, in that small canteen in that hospital every sigle morning, there are about hmm...40-50 kind of kuih and deserts, selling at 20cents per piece. The lunch, this is where u can still taste, the "real" cekur manis with keledek, kerabu pucuk paku with kelapa parut, and those simple ayam goreng kampung.

Yet, the last visit, revealed a new secret...it is not a "big" or a marvellous one, and not even a secret ...it is just a new discovery. The Sungai Perak jetty. It is actually just a small jetty beside Sungai Perak river where the small boats "parked" their stuff, and some small hmm...fishermans...selling prawns. Nothing much there, yet,for a guy like me, standing there on the jetty walking on planks of wood on a plastic silinder float, with sun was setting down, after that long tiring, confusing, clueless times in the Hospital,the walk was totally rewarding. As it was still merdeka month, the jalur gemilang flags attached at the wooden pillars, add a dramatic effect, to that event.

Maybe for Azwan, Zamri and Shimi, the big udang galah was the reason they were they, but for me, it was the jetty and the sunset. It was rewarding.

Another book nearly "hilang"...

Hey, thursday again!! On this day, especially tonight, every single week, i will realise that the week is nearly coming to the end and how i spent it with all the useless "tak berfaedah" thing. Hmm, exam is another 2 week and it seem that i barely move forward, luckily,i did not move backward, really lucky there is no reverse mode in this situation.

Been quite an hectic day. I was suppose to "puasa" today, but things seem wrong from morning. I woke up, with a stomach ache, maybe from the roti nan and mutton soup from last night dinner. And after that morning bath, realised that i "lost" one of my fav book, the red covered examination to medicine written by talley, the most precious photostated copy. To add to misery, a sms from Zamri, warning us the possibility of ward round today, as dermatology class was postponed to 12.Back i guess, the single most important thing that actually ruined my morning was the book thingy.

I walked so fast to the ward, i barely remember which path i used this morning, who i met during the walk. What was in my mind, was the book. I asked everybody about it, but up to 8.05am,there was no sign of the book. CME, was interesting, Dr Andrea presented about chorea, the dancing movement, correlation with HHS. It is fascinating how people can dance very well, when they don't want it, haha. Nevertheless, my mind was stucked with the book, i said to Azzah, the "puasa" is cancelled today, i need to eat. I'm not sure what was the correlation, but it seem at that point, breaking my fast , was "best" decision to cope with my stupidity and frustation.

So when to breakfast alone, as Flora is so "takut" about the round, and there where i met with Kak Anis, that complaining about her study and she mentioned about another shocking thing as well. Hmm.....Anyway back to the ward, in the tutoriral room, as all my collegues were gathering inside the room, fortunately, some agreed to join my investigation team..."Bila kali terakhir ko ingat ko pegang" "Aku ingat Azah pass buku tu kat ko" "Mase ko ajar celebelar tuh ko pegang buku tu lagi " "Adli, maser kita kat patient TB tu, aku memang dah tak nampak ko peagang buku tu dah"...hmm..thanks to all of them..especially Zakiah, Shikin and Azah, i rushed to Wad 6, searched everywhere and finally there it was, the red book, nicely arranged in the drawer labelled Buku MC......hmm...

That goes the saying, when it is there, we take it for granted, when we lost it, than we realise how important it is to us...