2 February 2010
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When fear meant riding a roller coaster? When safety meant wearing a helmet? And your worst enemies were probably be your siblings.
Oh, that life.
19 November 2009
3rd year has been tough. I had the 1st patient few weeks back, and always a nerve cracking at the beginning. The moment I entered clinics, everything will take into account. Specialist and doctor are there to assess our works. Be it on knowledge, skill, professional behaviour and etc. are evaluated. "How can you not know? You are future DENTIST. YOU should know! GO BACK and READ UP!", puzzled ... *blank stares*. Sigh.
Ah, here is my typical weekday,
7:15 a.m. The alarm goes off.
8:15 a.m. 15 mins drive to campus.
8:30 a.m. Check in locker room, change into scrubs. Get ready patient files. As usual, morning huddle - 8 other students and lecturer in charge to discuss our patients for the day in briefing room.
9:00 a.m. Race to clinic. Make sure dental supplies are ready by DSA.
9.15 a.m. Call in patient from waiting hall. Start treatment.
10:00 a.m. Instructors are in the clinic the whole time, but they aren’t by my side every moment. They check in at each phase of the treatment. For example, I’ll drill a cavity prep, then have it checked, fill the prep, then have it checked again, polish, then have it checked. It could take 2-3 hours to complete a filling!
11.30 a.m. Stop treatment. Get ready for de-briefing. Either screwed or nailed by lecturers. Same.
12:30 p.m. Lunch hour!
1:30 p.m. Schedule is different every day of the week. Class on medicine, surgery, periodontology, labworks, and etc.
5.30 p.m. Home.
A brief look on my daily working area,
18 November 2009
And I believe, nobody is reading this.
18 January 2009
27 December 2008
Do you ever have those time in your life that you could go back to the days when everything was not that simple then, but looking at it now, it was. Well, practically. I am having one of those days today. Well not to go into so much, I miss home. Browsing through the old photos back high school and reading about gathering and reunion back home. I miss the old hang outs, all of the friends that i grew up with which i never see again now. Exactly 3 years since I left high school. Ah! I know you guys are reading this. A few of you from Australia, Russia, Ireland, India, Germany, Eygpt, Poland, Ukraine and the list goes on. And dudes? Remember the road that we would ride on and listen to loud music? Sneaking out from house? The place that we hoop at until the next morning? The fights and conflicts that we shared? Kicking football on the field with our blazers on? From bicycle to bike and cars? What really matter that time was laughter and stupidity. I am never the type to wish to rewind time to mend or change things, but I just wish to daydream and a little about yester-year, the good old times. If you know what I mean.
5 December 2008
Update: For once, my blog’s gone a bit stagnant for months, thanks to Telekom. Here I am standing as a second year dental student now. My days run from 8am to 5pm. I’ve definitely had to do some tailoring of my time. I have been told by profs and seniors that what it could be possibly a crucial and interesting year for us. Yeah, I get in some going out time but it’s a balancing act.
17 July 2008
1 July 2008
People have the right to be stupid. Some people abuse that privilege. We can bomb the world to pieces but we can't bomb the world to peace. Fighting for peace is like well, screwing for virginity. War is like legal murder. A bomb will never feed a starving child but the money it takes to make one would feed the country for a day. The only weapon for peace is common sense. It’s simple. The more we sweat for peace, the less we bleed in war. Just remember, if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.