Intern Induction 2003 June 25 & 26

7 Habits of a Highly Effective Intern (2003)
(something like this:)

1. be kind and polite
2. use patient stickers liberally
3. always be ahead of your boss
4. plan ahead and make lists of what to do
5. communicate clearly with the nursing staff
6. do not miss ward rounds
7. take care of yourself (spend!!)


Dr. Chris Luke: we medics make the biggest moaners!
Dr. Eddie from Oz: patients are your priority
Dr. Mike O'Connor (yummy! how can a consultant be so young and hot? hehe): How to avoid clinical pitfalls-he said a lot! and they are all so very useful.
Prof. Quigley: learn to say ' i don't know'
Dr. Niall Colwell: learn the basic drugs
use the BNF (Dr. 0'Connor: MIMS is crap!)
presription writing: legible BLOCK LETTERS, generic name, correct doses, no abbrev.

lots of other things...will add in when i remember

Dr. Mike o' Connor: what interns should do and should not do.

Favourite Incubus Lyrics

(dah takde keje sangat)


So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. - redefine

if I had a dime for every time you walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon
today. - glass


Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate What are yoou waiting for, A certian shade of green?
- a certain shade of green

Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things. - favorite things

I'm home alone tonight ..Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight,
I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible... with you.
I think I found a way for you and I to finally fly free,
When we get there, we're gonna go so far away
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity. - summer romance (anti-gravity love song) fav song!!!!


Over and over we ask ourselves why we don't utilize things that are stored
deep inside of our brains! - deep inside

Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore. - priviledge

don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye, I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed, would you then give me the time of day?
I need a map of your head translated into english so I can learn to not make you frown. - clean

So don't let the world bring you down
not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow old - the warmth

yes I feel emphatic about not being static
and not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me, no, no
cause now I'm full - when it comes

Meet me in outer space
I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do u do it?? make me feel like I do?
How do u do it? it's better than I ever knew - stellar

If you let them make you
they'll make you paper mache
at a distance you're strong
until the wind comes
then you crumble and blow away. - make yourself

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. - drive

You do something to me that I can't explain
so would I be out of line, if I said I miss you. - i miss you


To resist is to piss in the wind
anyone who does will end up smelling. - out from under

she who sees from up high smiles and surely sings. - nice to know you

The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in
maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air. - wish you were here

I never thought I could want someone so much
cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in my own fear
forgive my indecision, I am only a man. - 11 am

Bat your eyes girl, be otherworldly
count your blessings, seduce a stranger
what's so wrong with being happy?
kudos to those who see through sickness.
I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal. - warning

There's something about the look in your eyes
something I noticed when the light was just right
it reminded me twice that I was alive. - echo

Unabashed honesty, would be ideal
but a prophet did once say that honesty's our only word. - have you ever?

Ponderings...

do you ever wonder what the point of it all is? i don't doubt that most of you out there do, especially the so-called slackers of my generation :>...wonder if some are still ambiguously 'slacking', or have moved on appropriately to greater heights of living, having found the long-searched reason and meaning for their existence. me, i'm somewhere in the middle. sometimes it feels like there's nothing more that could be asked for than this blessed fortune, other times it feels like, is this it? i know that sounds unthankful, but i am thankful for all there is...
it's just this restlessness that appears uninvited...sometimes i can choose to ignore it, but there are those desperate times when it is all-consuming...
i wish i am relieved of this ambiguity....
i don't want to succumb to this self-doubt or surrender to any form of disillusionment. what do i do? is there such a thing as profound happiness? will i be contented? will i feel complete? will i be appeased with myself?
i am still searching, not for the meaning of life, of my life, but for what i can do to enrich it, to be able to affect the lives of others in the best way possible, to be not someBody, but someOne......insyaAllah.
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esok kena pi Tralee, ugh..2 hours of busride-i can think of better things to do with my time (sleep).
i sure hope that this apartment is The One. i've had enough of searching dah. well, actually i didnt really do much, it's just the worrying of not having a place to live yet that's causing the stress. hihi

at least, as a consolation, ada makan2 lagi esok at syaz's/izzat's/farhan's....syaz is cooking, and if that isn't fantastic, i don't know what is...he's such a great cook :> tho' bengkek gak tadi he had to ask agee to borrow my mixer, wouldnt even get out of the car in front of my house! syaz?? what the--? cam tak biasa...maybe he thought E's parents and my (extended) family still ada kot...malu konon. gotta get home quickly from Tralee in time for the foods!!

just remembered my book and cds (pearl jam's Ten included, demit) is with F. gotta get them back come hell or high water. the q is how and when....

i wonder what happened with that person lastnight with that other person....how'd i get in the middle of all that? i was quite pissed off. maybe i was too hard on him, but hey, sapa suruh pakai tuduh aje. i don't even know her that well. i wonder if F has anything to do with all this. don't know and don't care and hope i don't get mixed up again with that lot. argh. sabar lia....

Empty

you are my nothingman, my no-where man,
endless lullaby, carresses your lips, lands on my fluttering lids,
be my all-surrounding man, my everywhere,everything man,
honey-filled sonnets, kiss my quivering lips,
let it be forever....

hello again. it's been awhile ya..?just got back from london a few days ago. tired!! my family is here in cork at the moment. it's pretty neat having them here. tadi Y. D. Agong came to the univ. to be conferred. kebetulan pulak it's just thye day before our own graduation, which is tomorrow obviously. we all had to go see him. nice man, Tuanku Permaisuri as well. not hoighty-toity. just easygoing. i'm so tired. need to sleep.

izzat found a house. 3 bedroom. tapi now thr's four of us, including Fida from Galway. izzat sez he doesnt mind not joining us- tht he'll look for an apartment for himself.sian lak.

i wanna talk about the trip, but my lids are too heavy...maybe another time...*yawn*

harini pi makan lagi...saw 'kl menjerit' at saress's--horrible film!!!cemana film msia nak maju :/

the house is already taken by abe!!argh...but some ppl in tralee are helping us find a house anyways..so hopefully.


Crumble
Raindrops beat insistently against the windowpane,
The glass cannot avoid them, there is no escaping,
Only acceptance, only admission,
Sort of how I feel right now,
And you are the drops of rain...

Snowflakes feather dreamily onto the ground,
The soil cannot deny them; they are persistent in their softness,
Urging on, till the last of the dirt is blanketed in white,
Sort of how you affect life,
And I am rendered defenseless...

I am warm; I am pulsing,
Did you not think of that?
I breathe; I bleed,
Did you not consider the consequence?

Let the wind whisper over each mountaintop,
Let the waves caress the shoreline,
Let the sun vanish over the horizon,
I will not forget,
I will learn...

suposed former infatuation junkie

had a nice time today. the food was not bad, had thumbs up for the cake hehe, the kids r just too adorable. amirah called me chik lia today, yess mission accomplished- it's amazing the way she could remember over 20 female names in such a short time.

3 days before i have to go to london and pick family up, the house is now officially a mess altho' we'd work so hard in making it pretty last week....slobs. i'm ecstatic to meet my parents and all, but as always, packing up to travel makes me depressed. weird, i know, but that's how it is. i remember last summer i was getting ready to fly home, cried my eyes out the night before for no reason. Psycho!

N.B. ask Hasnul tomorrow about that house. God please let it be available! Good, cheap and available! Where the heck is Izzat. all i'm getting is his ans. machine where this serious lady operator says: "the fingers u are using to touch the keypads are too fat. please try again using less fat fingers" - or something along that line. hilarious though :>

why do i sometimes obssess over absolutely unimportant things? to much free time in my hands i suppose :/

adam sandler rawks!
saw excess baggage again today on tv: the storyline a bit crappy, but the soundtrack is great: the wallflowers, dave matthews band. also, benecio del toro...yummy! (though brad pitt and jason statham overshadowed him in Snatch).

why am i angry at him? it doesnt make sense.

esok ada makan2 lagi. there goes my plan to lose weight...right down the drain! bought parting gifts for the fellas. did a lousy job wrapping 'em up. i'll never be hired in a gift shop now. darn

i have to get the house!!!!!!

Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

duh, pusing banget pala gw *oops this ain't my national language* come to think of it, english isnt too! hahaha A2DC influence to the max...
i am so stressed out!! so many things to be done and it's the weekends. i am so dead. help.

how do i 'upgrade' this basic blog??? can't even post pics! help.

don't wanna start work!!! those poor sick people, they don't deserve this. i'm sorry. i'm probably gonna be the lousiest surgical intern ever. help


stress! thank god tomorrow is amri's and amirah's birthday bash. being surrounded by those cherubic faces always makes me feel better. baked a choc. cake for tomorrow, the coffee in it tasted stronger than usual :/

At the risk of sounding cynical and especially cliched, I can't help but think that all men are the same. Well, maybe not all, but most that I have the (dis)pleasure of coming across anyway. I suppose by now it is obvious that that remark was said in a negative way. Gross generalizing again (sorry F! haha). Is that so bad? Sometimes it's needed. It helps make sense of some of the things that happens. No, I am not disillusioned. I don't think all men are evil. In fact, I think men are delightful beings when they decide to be so.

'All the same' in what way you ask? Perhaps tomorrow will I indulge you with my ludicrous reasons...:>

blog this

This feels weird....I've always considered myself as some kind of a writer, but that was eons ago. I've lost touch. My vocab. sucks, but what the hey, beats lying in bed staring at the cobwebs at the corner of the ceiling (figure of speech, am not a slob with cobwebs on her ceiling). The idea of anyone being even the slightest interested in my soliloquies is well, nonexistent. But this is not for anyone, whilst being out there for everyone, it isn't. Maybe, some sort of a therapy for me In fact, you may call it a kind of an experiment. I am rambling.
Say, Padi sounds unbelievably like Pearl Jam in Work of Heaven, not that Fadly sounds like Eddie or their music sounds alike, but I suppose the combination of both in this case makes them aurally similar! (Digressing!)
Ok let see, how do I start with this...I suppose I should write about my day. Ha Ha. Considering I did absolutely nothing for the past few weeks, what a fine time I choose to start a blog. :P
However, I Do have a whole load of things in my mind though. Don't know if they are worth having down on paper, or in this case, on screen. Hmm...nah, too tired.
Things to do: top up credit card
Call Occup. Health CUH for medical check up appointment
Call Maiza & Yvonne re house
Call Izzat re house
Look for accom. for last night in London
Try finishing last part of Black House, for goodness’s sakes!
Arrghhh!!! So much to do, so little time.

Sum'in i wrote 2 summers ago...


Summer Romance

I dig my toes into the sand...
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanke...

I wish Tristan were here with me this very moment. It is too glorious not to share with anyone. The sky is almost azure in its painting-like richness, the sun shining brightly without any signs of a cloud to hinder its magnificence, the gleaming calmness of the turquoise ocean, the cool summer breeze whispering the promise of a beautiful day. We would sit by the lapping waves and make sandcastles with beautiful coral fences, and Tristan would probably catch a baby crab and trap the poor thing in what would more likely turn out to be a prison than a castle made of sand. We would tell each other ghost stories in broad daylight, making them ridiculously up as we go along, and we would laugh so hard until tears stream down our faces. Then when we are tired, we would just sit on the pure white sand and watch the sun go down.

I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless...
And in this moment I am happy...

I open my eyes and inhale the fresh salty air deeply. The sun feels deliciously warm and toasty on my skin. Pure Bliss. But Tristan is not here. No sign of dark eyes or careless hair. Not even the sound of teasing laughter.

"...lighten up, will you!"

I have, Tris, believe you me I have. No more dark brooding thoughts for this girl. I am happy and free. Free because you owned me. It is funny how life contradicts. Funny, but not necessarily bad. You showed me life is too precious to be fretting about anything and everything. That we are alive and happy and healthy and blessed to be some of the chosen ones to be put here on sweet earth by God, that we should be thankful for that fact alone each and every day of our lives. You taught me the meaning of appreciation, of empathy, of serenity. And especially of the underrated and overused word that is Love.
I remember the day we first met. You were on the floor with both your feet practically behind your ears, and I was on the mat next to you, still struggling with my Sun Salutation. The smell of ylang ylang incense wafted around us and the calming voice of the yoga mistress drifted in the background as she told the next group to breathe in deep.
"You're lucky if you can actually get into any position with that ferocious frown on your face,'"you called out cheerfully, toes wriggling weirdly past your shoulders. You had this big smile on your face, the same goofy grin that, from then on, never failed to greet me every time we meet. The very same smile I'd grown so fond of, only that first time, it was so annoying I had this urgent impulse to smack it off your wonderful face.

There's something about the look in your eyes...
Something I notice when the light was just right...
It reminded me twice that I was alive...

How was it Tris that you always managed to get this sulking, angry girl to feel like she owns the world and everything in it? I saw the colours of the rainbow, smelled the sweetness of a rose, felt the softness of a freshly fallen snowflake, all since I met you. You heightened my senses, soothed my wounded heart. You were the chocolate sauce on my favourite sundae. You were my one transcendental experience.

I lay my head onto the sand...
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it...

I's late. I look up to the heavens. A clear starry night like this is not made for crying, so I wiped that treacherous tear away from my cheek.
I remember how we used to spend almost every Sunday on this very same beach. You would lie spread-eagled on the sand so close to the water, you'd close your heavy-lashed brown eyes and sing some blues, preferably something by Bob Dylan or Tom Waits, and you'd sing it loud and clear in your laidback baritone, the sun shining brightly on your face. And I would laugh and shake my head and stare down at you and marvel at how carefree a soul can be. Your zest for life never failed to amaze me. You charmed every person around you in your own sweet unpretentious ways. How you would get a person's full attention with such effortlessness when you engage them in a conversation, and leave everyone satisfied without giving away too much of yourself. But I know all there is to know about you Tristan. And I suspected you knew more about me than you care to admit.

You have only been gone ten days...
And already I’m wasting away...

The cool gentle breeze rustled the palm fronds that sweep the shoreline. I miss Tristan. I miss the laughter we shared, the strength we gave one another, the tears we sometimes caused each other, the comfort we received from each other's presence. I miss the ethereal bond that connected our souls.
You promised to love me for the rest of your life Tris, and that was a promise well kept. Now I only have to love you for the rest of mine.


THE END

**Words in italic by the wonderful Invisible Floating Torso Man.