Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Words of confusions

I think the problem with having problems is that we became so engrossed and absorbed by the problem that we became part of the problem that ending the problem is not the end of the problem.
Work is not supposed to follow you home unless supposing home is not home.

Monday, February 17, 2014

New place, new job.

Lately has not been capap much, so didnt advertise that I have already left Kuching, and currently working in Hospital Sultan Abdul Halim, Sungai Petani.

Just started today, in Medical.

Not sure why I felt so different to work in completely new environment.

Of course, the best is no need to work.

But heck, havent found a rich wife to feed me yet.

Till then, still have to work. Argh.

Good day people.

Friday, February 14, 2014


Sometimes there are questions which will remain unanswered
Simply because there are no answers to them
Nor there are any end to those.

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Wednesday, February 05, 2014


Note to diary:
ACS started to appreciate music at the age of 29.

Tuesday, February 04, 2014

Bank Card

I just remembered my ATM incidence many many years ago.

As I ran out of idea to write, I would just write down whatever comes to my mind at this moment.

I remembered making my last withdrawal in Stansted Airport before flying off to, was it France, I think, for holiday, together with the usual gang.

I think so la, actually cant remember exactly.

But the thing is, JPA has just banked in the quarterly allowance to the account, you know, quite a lot ok! (JPA fed me well and therefore I came back, hoho)

When I am back after a few or so, to my horror, when I stick my ATM card into the ATM machine - Balance - ZERO.

I was like...REALLY? shitssss

I called the bank on that night, had one of my biggest sleepless night ever.

Was so so so so worried.

Thankfully, the Ang Mohs being Ang Mohs, their customer service always Ichiban one. They let me filed a report to their system, and they investigated.

True enough, they realised that the withdrawals were made over a few days (I capped the withrawal to 500 pounds a day) at various places in London, and ATM CCTV reveals it wasnt me.

I was refunded full.

Until today, I am still traumatised by the event. Everytime I keyed in my password, I would make sure there is no Coca Cola tin around, and I covered the key pads properly with my hands.

Once bitten twice shy,

Twice bitten, better die.

No twice no twice! choi choi choi.


Monday, February 03, 2014


I was looking through things yesterday.

Then saw someone's handwriting. ]

Very unique one.

Funny, I then overthinking again, as usual.

I wonder how our handwriting thing come by?

I mean, who shapes our handwriting?

Grammars are taught (like mine is utter rubbish grammar, poorly taught I know)

Styles are learned. If you read some authors book too much, your style of writing will change.

But handwriting is, somewhat inborn, isn't it.

Everyone has got their own handwriting.

Same style when we started writing.

And none of us having illegible writing when we started, am I right?

I think it became illegible when you dont care.

When you dont care whether anyone can read

When you dont put an effort to make this communicable.

For example this referral:
 I can only see...I.....???? gallstone dx? ecg

what sort of writing is this seriously

Okay, bye.

Sunday, February 02, 2014


I recently had a chat with a previous boss about general stuffs, you know work, news, politics, and swiftly I managed to bring him to football.

I was telling him my experience as a medical standby in the Sarawak football association (yeah, my job is to standby for both the teams in case of any medical emergencies)

So he asked me, is local football interesting?

Now that gets me going on and on for a good few minutes about football.

What you mean by is local football interesting? By that you are comparing the local vs the english premier league I supposed?

Now in my world, I play football. I don't play well of course.

I did not take up football early, only at 16 years old, thanks to a broken badminton racquet and I reckon at that time it was too expensive to get another one.

For me, someone who would stop my motorcycle to watch a random game between 2 teams of unknown people playing on public field if I am free, how can you think that our local league is not interesting?

These are state players for goodness sake! They can play so much better than me. Who am I to say that; hey look, your football is not interesting!

The fact is that, these people are also also football players. I can feel them when they are playing. Just like how I felt when I am playing.

We ran our heart out, we defended the attacks with our lives, when we go forward and attack, we do it with all our might.

How dare you say our football is not interesting?

This is the problem here you see.

Please dont get me wrong, I am not trying to ridicule those following Liverpool, Chelsea, Arsenal, and you know...Man Utd/Everton I kept confuse these days; but the fact is that if you are watching football, they are both interesting, but different level.

I have my enlightenment conversation some 7-8 years ago, when I was reading medicine in UK. There is this Ang Moh classmate of mine who asked me what is my favourite team.

I said Man Utd. Really, I was crazy about Man Utd. Bedsheet, duvet covers, pillow covers, giant posters.

Then he asked me, "Is there any of your family members playing for Man Utd?" No. "Are your family members from Manchester region?" No. "Do you have anything to do with Man Utd?" No.

then why are you so crazy about them?

That just gave me a wake up call.

Not to let go my allegiance, or interest to follow the progress and football of Man Utd,

but to do the same with my country's and my state's team.

And you see, nowadays if people ask me who is my favourite player?

I wouldnt be saying it is Safee Sali, or Nazmi Faiz, although I respected them a lot.

I would still pick an International player.

Darren Fletcher.

And the mouth of the fella who is asking would be gapping and say why?

You would expect commonly people look up to Christiano Ronaldo, Messi, Neymar, Robben, you know, all those top players, with huge talents

But I like Darren Fletcher (he is 30 yesterday btw)

Because he doesnt have a lot of talent, just like most of us.

But in every game that he is given a chance to play, he would run until the whistle blows.

That to me, is the most exemplary player. By that I mean, I can aspire to be him.

I cant be messi. I cant be ronaldo. why fantasize?


Saturday, February 01, 2014

Jog -ahh

This song is so popular on the radio. Not sure what channel I am listening to, but always came up.

Cant find the mtv, but this one also jadi la! "soundhound doesnt work with chinese songs that well"

(i changed the youtube video to this, nicer than the previous one)

Seaside jogging makes each step lighter, and good view with music makes you go further.

Six Pack Programme; ONE LAST TRY!

After almost 10 years.

One cannot learn empathy and care - Dr Pravin Peraba

HOUSE officers (HO) in government hospitals seem to be a controversial lot. I am a senior doctor in one of the government hospitals and interact a lot with HOs. So are they really that problematic?
The answer is not really. I want to refrain from comparing what the working hours used to be previously. Yes we worked 100-hour weeks and they only have to do 65-75 hours under the new Health Ministry directive.
The way to look at this is two-fold. Firstly that 65-75 hours is still a sizeable amount of time. In comparison, a person with a conventional five-day week job, may work between 45-60 hours a week depending on overtime.
So it is not as if these junior doctors are getting a free ride. Second, while we did have to work the way we did, we were a product of the times, we should be happy that kind of unreasonable labour is improving and not constantly use it to drum our chests in perceived superiority when dealing with HOs.
So why are there more parents complaining, despite what is, in most accounts a reduction in work load? Simply put, the much larger numbers of new doctors mean a larger pool of parents.
Also the avenues for complaints are far more accessible in this day and age. The number of aunties and uncles on Facebook is staggering! It’s not that our mums and dads weren’t concerned, they were as well. It just wasn’t in their nature in the past to create mountains out of molehills.
What about the HOs themselves? Even they have more access to social media, medical union groups and blogs so there are bound to be those who gripe. Some with good reason, others much less so.
The important thing to note here is that the majority of the HOs I have worked with have been fairly responsible and diligent. Gone are the days where we can expect them all to be of high calibre.
The ministry’s new directives are aimed at making HOs feel more connected and with a sense of ownership over the management of their patients. This is an area in huge need of improvement. Knowledge is important, all HOs should have a good basis in core medical knowledge provided by the medical school. However, they don’t have to be so immersed in a particular speciality. That’s what we are here for, to guide, teach, assess and ultimately supervise them.
What we can’t teach however is empathy and care for patients. This must come from within. Most universities have introduced empathy training or professional development modules but really, teach them to care?! So this is the area I want to see all HOs improve, be they my ex-students, my current HOs or even those currently completing their medical degrees.
Care for your patients, they are somebody’s father, mother, sister or brother. They are somebody’s son or daughter. They are not diseases, they are people with hopes, dreams, aspirations just like you. They may have a different skin colour, race, political ideology but ultimately are your brother or sister.
When you interact with them, always start by offering your name and a smile. This cannot really be taught, it’s a reflection of your values and personality. Don’t view them as working hours, someone I have to quickly examine and take blood from, so I can leave as soon as my shift is over.
View them as your patients, because you are the front line of the managing team, take an interest in the final outcome. You may spend only the length of your shift with them, but in that time you have hopefully contributed in saving a life or curing an illness. Take pride in that for that is what we do. Everyone in their respective jobs make a difference in the world, we make a difference on a level that yields more scrutiny than most.
In the greater scheme of things, you probably aren’t going to get a gift or even a ‘thank you’ in most cases. That, however, does not matter. It is our duty and more importantly our pleasure to be able to serve.
Seeing our patient walk away, seeing a healthy newborn, these are the rewards we should crave. So no, not all HOs are bad, nor are they all fantastic.
Thus HOs, remember, better healthcare, better patients, better human beings all start with you.