Saturday, August 27, 2011

Exchange to Nancy

When the words “student exchange to Europe” came to my mind, I figured that it involved a lot of social activities, pubs, and clubs. Thanks to my fellow seniors who feed that ideas into me. So, being a little introvert myself, I sort of wish that I can mix into the groups. Imagine some Whites talking to me, a short asian girls, somehow rather, it is out of my comfort zone. I supposed you don’t wish for something not to happen, because your wish might just come true. Apparently, Nancy turns up to be extremely peaceful. I am not saying it as it is a bad thing; it is good, but not so good if you wanna open your eyes.

I got the whole apartment all by myself for the one month exchange. Cool apartment, because it fully equipped. Name it, air-con, microwave, hot shower, TV, wifi, basically anything. I am such an idiot for taking one week to figure out that the same glass window can open all different direction. Wow. Can you imagine having such an apartment as your birthday present? My Local Officer must come from a rich family. Have I mention that she is very nice. Pick me up from the station, help me to buy the stuff I needed, settle all the documentation for me, showed me around town and then disappeared for the next three weeks.

I get the idea that French people are a little bit of arrogant. Well, the bus drivers greet “bonjour” every morning; the people on the street greet “bonjour” even though I am just a random passenger, everyone in the hospital wishes each other. Just that sometimes I just miss the smile. People just greet like a habit. It gives me the feeling that I was living alone. Perhaps because I can’t speak French, and they can’t speak English, we can’t actually communicate. So a piece of advice, learn French, the local will be very please to help you.

I have no idea why there were only 5 people exchanged to Nancy. One was a total workaholic from Portugal, who took the exchange very seriously. She can speak French and therefore became our tourist guide (like I say, learn French and people ll be friendly to you). I had this feeling that she walked around the whole globe already, as she seems to be able to tell you anything from anywhere. Another two were from Romania, fun and just like us, lost. Me and yy went to Strassboug with the Romanian girls. And that was the only social programme I have. Compared to pubs and clubs, come on, maybe I just have no chance with alcohol. oh and the food there, great! That was the one thing i look forward to everyday. Nice food.

Being in surgical department (I reckoned that that is the place where I can speak less French), I don’t quite talked to any of them. The nurses don’t speak English. Most senior doctors don’t speak English either. So we are just like two statues staring at operation in action. Well, at least some young doctors (houseman) do speak English to us, and explain what was going on. I was thinking, how nice to be able to stay in a country where you use your mother tongue to communicate all the time. I have got no opportunity to use mother tongue (Chinese) in my own country (Malay).

For the record, the surgeries I seen, cholecystectomy laparoscopic, hernia inguinal bilateral reduction, lobectomy, duodenosplenopancreatectomy, gastrectomy, thyroidectomy, VAC Fournier Gangrene, Barre de Nuss removal of pectus excavatum, endoscopic thoracic sympathectomy, and gastric bypass. And I can make a conclusion that, in these three weeks, most disease comes from metabolic disorder, obesity, and cancer. Lifestyle is the main issue here. In the place I study, communicable disease sits the first place. Well at least I get to see surgeries that I don’t get to see here. Doubt I ll be learning anything about Fournier gangrene. Luckily some doctors are really nice to explain to us, and some nurses are really nice to lend us the stairs to stand right behind the surgeons, for better view.

Almost a month in Nancy, a true experience.

Sunday, July 31, 2011


We wondered in Damrak very long. The address from the internet was not helpful. First look at Amsterdam was an eye opener. Sex museum, sex shop, people dress in costume and the crowd decorated Damrak Street. Typical. But, where the heck is Shelter City?!

I grew blisters on my palm, carrying the luggage, finding my hostel. Luckily people were quite helpful in directing me, some too helpful that they tried even when they had no idea, which leads me further. -.- And finally I found my hostel! I am very grateful to find that they gave me a two people room instead of a four that I booked earlier. A Christian hostel in the middle of red light district, I reckoned it to be quite safe. But of course, the noise is unbelievable at night. But other than that, not a bad choice though.

Amsterdam was actually breath-taking, with the canals and scent of cannabis on the street. I have to say that the scenery in the morning and the scenery at night is totally a different world all over. We stayed two nights in Amsterdam. But the weather was so cold that I caught flu the second day. Yanyi even fall with fever. So our travel was mostly just leisure walk around the town. And of course, we visited two coffee shops, tried their special tea, and scan through red light district at night. First time saw “Barbee dolls” in the window which move. Amsterdam is alive at night and dead in the morning. The only city where drugs and prostitution are made legalized.

Quiet Morning in Damrak
even birds came out this hour

 We went Anne Frank Huis early morning, so we kinda skipped the que as only old people woke up in the morning. The house was quite big, considering that it was a hide-out place. But still, I couldn’t help admiring the girl mature thinking. My interest in Nazi grew. I think I would like to visit Germany’s Nazi Camp one day.

The rest of the trip, we just walk around. Heineken Experience was quite expensive, so we dint enter the building, same goes to Van Gogh Museum. One thing about Amsterdam, everything needs money. 

Flower Market

I AMsterdam
 We had a hostel night in the hostel the first night we arrived. We met a few people. There is one pair of sister  from Ireland, if I am not mistaken, who talked to us a lot, and told us to buy the iAmsterdam tickets, which will makes all the museum free of charge. But too bad yanyi and I were not so interest in Museums in Amsterdam. Oh, we also met a girl named Kim near Van Gogh Museum. She is currently working in Dublin, and she stayed in Sabah for quite some time before migrated to the US. And it was such a coincident that she also stayed in Shelter City, which is just next door to ours. She came visit us the night, and chat with us. Nice to meet someone, but too bad we dint remember to take a photo together.

Another thing I regretted. We miscalculate the time we arrive at Amsterdam, and missed the chance to go Akmaar which has a cheese Market every Friday Morning. Also, we SHOULD go Zaanse Schans to see the Windmill. Oh did I mention that the cheese in Amsterdam was nice? Well, indeed. 

Friday, July 29, 2011


We met a guy with two kids on the bicycles outside the train station. He taught us how the metro actually works in Belgium, and also some culture difference in Belgium. He also told us that Belgium had no government for a certain period already. Luckily we met him, or we will be staring half an hour at the maps.

The hotel we stayed was not that bad, except that it was a bit old. The lift had a door which moves down as the lift goes up. First time I saw this. We had our private toilet too. Oh it was Hotel Manhattan by the way. Belgium, the city of chocolates, wafers and beers. But the chocolates we brought home after a month, they melt as we dint put them in the fridge for more than one month.

 Belgium Beer

So, we had only one day in Belgium, and we went to Atomium, which was build for an expo and the symbol of Belgium. It was quite far, so we took a metro there. The thing is, we were not really sure how the metro works, and we can actually walk through the gate without paying anything, board the train, and reach our destination. What the hell…. Certain stations have gates which disallow you to pass without tickets, but certain stations actually allow you to walk through. Or maybe the gate malfunctions. By anyway, Atomium is kinda a huge atom, but there is nothing but expo inside. We figured that since we were there already, so we went in to have a look.


Then we went walking around the city center, went to Royal Palais, Grand Place, St Micheal and St Gudula Catedral and other site seeing. Manneken Pis, which represent Brussel, is actually a very small sculpture, with a huge crowd surrounding it at the corner of the street. So, this was that little boy who urinate at the fuse to save the city. 

 Royal Palais

Interior of the palais

Grand Place

Manneken Pis

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

25-27 August London Trip

I’ll conclude London as construction city. Everything, from the train station to Trafalgar Square was under construction to welcome Olympic. And of course, London is full of immigrants. Bangladesh mostly. I guess I see Kebab shops more often than I see British Traditional Food (if there is any).

We stayed at Hyde Park Hostel for four nights, welcomed by an unfriendly receptionist who changed our rooms from 10 people dorm to 4 people dorm. Well, it favors us, but we had to pay the extra charges of course. And there is no lift. The first day I reach London, luckily I met a guy who was reading at the stairs, and was nice enough to carry my luggage up.

First day, we actually walked. Yup. We walked. We walked from Hyde Park to Albert Memorial, Harrods, Wellington Arch, Buckingham Palace, Westmister Abbey, Big Ben, London Eye, Downing Street, Trafalgar Square, Piccadily, and from there, walked all the way back again. LOL. Judging on the distance I walk in my trip, I wonder why I bought myself a scooter to go to campus.

Nothing special actually. We saw lots of dogs in Hyde Park and also the Diana Memorial Fountain nearby. European really likes Parks, don’t they? 

Diana Memorial Fountain

We walked around Harrods, not shopping, but just thought that since the Queen shops here, we can have a look. We also manage to see the Changing of Guard in Buckingham Palace. And I met a China Boy who speak a nice British Accent English (at least better than other china men). He told me that he studied in London, and had plenty of chances watching this, so he let us squeeze in his place (a better view of the guards). 
Changing of Guard

Look at the crowd outside Buckingham Palace

Westmister Abbey

London Telephone Booth

Horse Guard

We took some photos around, and walked to Trafalgar Square. The countdown was there, but the rest of it was under constructions. 

Olympic Countdown

Trafalgar Square


Then we walked around china town at night, and headed home. Oh ya, we went Malaysian Hall too. LOL. Nasi Lemak charged in Euro. What a price.

The next day, we bought Oyster Cards which makes our journey easier. We went Madame Tussaud but due to the line outside, we decided not to go. Then we went London tower, tower bridge, St Paul Catedrals, and do shopping the rest of the days. 

Tower Bridge

Certain things are relatively cheap. For example, we noticed they carry books around wherever they go. And books have discounts everywhere. And some cloths had summer discounts too. We wanted to go British Museum, but it was close when we reached thereAt night, we took some night scene photos, which worth it. You must see Big Ben at night. The good thing about Oyster Card, after a certain number of trips, the rest of it, is free.

Big Ben

Last day in London, we walked to Kensington Palace, which was under construction. 
Kensington Palace

We walked around Hyde Park, had our English Breakfast, and head to St Pancras International Train Station. Lucky us we saw the platform 9 and ¾. Hahaha…. JK Rowling sure is much loved in London. 


Looking forward for Olympic Game in London

This is the first time I sat an undersea train. But I don’t really feel a thing, just like the underground train, plus a little pressure in the ear. Goodbye London. Goodbye Ge An and Leon. 

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Bath and Stonehenge, UK

 When we bathed at night, we saw no one, when we bathed in the morning, again, no one. I wondered whether people in the hostel actually bathe. When we woke up in the morning, the other dorm mates were sleeping, I guess half drunk. The streets were relatively quiet. We can even stand in the middle of the roads without honks. A bit cloudy that day, and some drizzling.

Bath Abbey

Roman Baths- Roman built religious spa using hot mineral water. 

This is me, with a men dressing up like old times.

We had our audio guide at the entrance, so it was not that hard to understand. Roman baths was a place where people from all walks of life gather and had their activities there. Priests, traders, etc. Hot Spring was thought to be something from God, a holy place. And there is a lake or something, where people from old times throw curses when their goats or belonging got stolen. 

 We also had some spring water to drink in the Pump Room. Yucks. It smells of sulphur!

After we visited the Roman Bath, we caught a train to Salisbury. From Salisbury, we then caught a bus tour to Stonehenge. And we actually carried our huge luggage and backpacks along. Worse when we took a long walk to the station. Haha. Tiring journey.

The bus tour did explain what we see on our way to Stonehenge. We passed by farms, huge piece of green deserted land and some houses. But I don’t really catch the explanation actually.

Stonehenge was crowded with people. Come to think of it, mankinds are actually attracted to pieces of purposeless rocks, just because they are mysteriously placed in the middle of green land. They are just rocks you know. And with these few pieces of rocks, so many myths formed, which is why it became famous I guess. 

We followed the crowd and circled the stones. But half way, we sat down and press the button on our audio guide. It is a good idea to listen to the whole thing first before you continue walking if you are actually carrying huge backpacks like us. LOL. 

The bus took us back to Salisbury, from there, we then took a train to London.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


We waved goodbye to our parents in Changi Airport. Overflowed with stories about pickpockets and syndicates everywhere, I unchained my paranoid, wondering why I choose to travel so far for student exchange programme instead of sleeping through my holidays.

We both stared blankly at the departure hall, thinking of the same thing, HOME.

The journey was 12 hours, not including the transit from Changi to KLIA. The thing is, flying from Changi Airport to London is actually cheaper than flying from KLIA, even though we still transit in KLIA. MAS airline wasn’t really that bad. We were served with food quite frequently, so we don’t actually feel the length of the flight. And with a small TV at the back of the seat in front of me, I don’t actually feel bored. Sleep, awake, watch, eat, sleep. Time passed by real fast and we reached Heathrow at 4pm London time in the afternoon, adjusted 7 hours of GMT.

We walked from terminal T4 to the bus terminal to take our bus (national express) to bath. Well, I actually over estimate the time we reach airport, so, we had extra time wandering around the airport. The bus took of quite on time, so we left to Bath that evening.

When we reached Bath, it was really cold. No, it was extremely cold! The four of us, Me, yy, Leon and Ge an, stayed together in Bath Backpackers in a 10 people mix dorm. The receptionist was really nice and friendly, and he even carried my luggage up to third floor. Oh, this hostel got no lift, so, it is a little inconvenient to carry the luggage up, also, the rooms were quite small, and the toilet is like quite far away. But, luckily the people there are quite friendly, and we were allowed to leave our bags there after we checked out.

We had some night walk. Bath at night was beautiful, coupled with cold air, splendid. We met a guy, with a penis-shaped-balloon. He approached us, asking where we from, and showed us his balloons happily. He even took photos with us. And he described Malaysia as a country with lots of skyscrapers! Haha. Other than that, we saw a numbers of drunken people wandering off the street, gangs of youngsters dressing up for pubs and clubs. Not something that you can see in Malaysia I guess.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Puskesmas Practice

Student life is when u waste a lot of time doing something you think is useless. Working life is when you waste a lot of time thinking you should have learned that better. Life has been pretty much the same, except that I have a lot of thing to say, but no one to listen. And of course, I hardly find time to tell blogger that, so hYde had been abandon for some time now. And what makes me wanted to write something here? Good question. I don’t know.

Well. Lately, I have to go to Puskesmas every week. Puskesmas is something you called clinic, I supposed. And what I did there is to observe and learn, and of course assist if I can and perform if I am lucky. Too bad, luck was never with me. Our competency is to perform simple procedures like injection, which I believe most of my batch mates have tried. But, so far what I did most is to anamnesis patients, mostly cough and common cold, or vertigo, just because the doctors never fail to refer the patients to a bigger hospital due to lack of facilities (or facilities that serve more of a white elephant). Some patients even walk in and said all they wanted are MCs.

But today, I followed the POSYANDU. POSYANDU is a service, where they bring the clinic to you. An ambulance, fetching a few nurses and medical aids, will visit certain area at certain time, to provide medical care for the community there. So, me and Vicky sat the ambulance, and visited a village not too far from the puskesmas.

What happens was, they were having this “old folk clinic anniversary”, so there were singing and ceremony going on. And of course, we were invited to sit in the front row, and served with porridge. GOODNESS, a HUGE bowl of porridge. I haven’t been touching porridge since don’t know when, but to express gratitude, I actually ate them.

And the old folk spoke Jawa. So, what happen was, I had a huge difficulties communicating with them. I felt like I am a duck, talking, coz they can’t understand me. I am soooo blur that I dint fill in their blood pressure in their forms. I just told them their blood pressure, and 10 minutes later, 6 of them came to me asking what were their BPs. I stunned, and trying to ask them what I told them just now. They can’t understand or can’t remember, I don’t know. But I know that I was pretty helpless. And Vicky trying to help me, but his patient told him “biarkan mbak itu, ambil tensi saya dulu. (leave her alone and take my pressure first)” =.= So, in the end I retake them. Thanks to the blasting musics, I hardly able to hear the beat from my stethoscope. I remember telling the old lady that hers was 120/80, and she happily and proudly announce it to all her friends, before I find out that her previous pressure was 200/100. GOD! I quickly called her back to recheck. I wonder whether I killed someone today.

Another thing about my puskesmas was, there is a USG device there, but it had never been used before. So, how do we examine the patients? We use Leopord Manuve. And today I felt the baby in the uterus with my hands, but only mistaken the butt as the head.

I know it is bad to wish for better cases, but that was what I did. And I haven’t tried injecting a patient!!!!! GRRRH~

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Instalasi Rehabilitasi Medis

We had a task to do in this block. We had to write a report on our visit to the Medic Rehabilitation center, anamnesis a patient and just look around. Basically, the medic rehabilitation center is just like a gymnasium, where people with limited movement do their regular exercise to improve their body function. Nothing very interesting actually. In fact I feel that the nurses and therapists there are more than the patients around.

There is this kid that caught my attention. A 2 year old boy with Rubella and CMV before his premature birth, with cataract, hearing impairment, and stiff extremities. Before he even gets a chance to see the world, he has to combat viruses. The idea of can’t move your arms and legs right after you are born, not able to look and to listen, it is a total world of your own! Well, except one thing, human touch. And he looks so innocent lo.  Then a friend of mine was telling me, hmm… I think we should start to appreciate our life. Yea. But I was thinking, I am sooo wanting to be a good doctor.


其实我不知道我去哪里了。失去自我的感觉好像越来越明显。我竟然会怀念以前的我。太可笑了。至少沉淀在不真实的世界,发白日梦,比失去方向好多了。至少烦有没有奖学金,比有事没事都拿来烦好吧。有点不喜欢这样子的感觉,心情非常的糟糕。想找个如此落寞的原因,却好像找不出来也。说来说去,我好像很不知足。原本说好要乐观、乐观、乐观,乐观能吸进更多正面的力量…… 可是好像都失败了。乐观的我,沉睡了吗?如何唤醒快乐的细胞?

Saturday, February 5, 2011


Chinese New Year. All I get to do now is wrap myself in my orange blanket, sneeze once in a while and watch outside the window at the strong blowing wind. And so, I took my handphone out and messaged Ah Theng. Ya. I don’t think I can join the visiting this year, it seems.

What did I do this whole Chinese new year? Erm…. Went to my grandma house, ate some chips and cookies, listened to mum boost and crap, watched plenty of movies on the TV with lots of white lines on it, and caught flu, cough and slight fever. Boring one~

Guess I am being a total social retard this year. I think I am going to bed. Again.  

Wednesday, February 2, 2011