netball maniac, i am.

Sheffield netballers.

i'm crazy about netball. crazy enough to be writing one special post about it in my blog. haha.

i still remember, the first time i learned how to play netball was aaaaaaaages ago! hehe. I was in Standard 5 (11 y/o) back then. It was during our PE. Cikgu Nazri was the man who is responsible for this addiction of mine. I can still vividly remember the first time I tried to shoot the ball trough the net. The ball went into the hoop (yay!! hehe) , but as it got tru the hoop, it 'successfully' hit Cikgu Nazri's head! Owch!! Hehehe. Sorry cikgu. That was not done on purpose. Hehe.

Til then, I started to be obsessed with netball. I joined the primary school's netball team, and remember going to the MSSD tournaments. And then, as I got into high school, without much thought, I registered myself for the netball club. And, alhamdulillah, managed to play for the school as well. And again, I spent almost every afternoon (or alternate afternoon or so. dah tak ingat!) to practice at the netball court. Main sampai hitam. Hahah. Campur lagi dengan hitam berkawat almost setiap petang. Extra hitam dan berkilat. Hahahhaa. How my parents (esp my dad) was furious when he see how 'tanned' her daughter has become! Hehehhe.

Right after secondary school, I went to Kolej Mara Banting. And yea, you got it right. I joined the netball club as well, and played for college. I can remember how Izyan and I religiously went for the netball practice twice a week. Since there's nothing much really to do in KMB, the day that i look forward to the most at that time was the day when I have netball practice in the afternoon. Don't ask me why. It just lift my spirit.

And it still does. Now i am in Uni of Sheffield, I am still actively playing netball. And, subhanAllah, all of the Sheffield team players are amazingly SUPERB!!! That just makes me loveeeeeeee netball more. hehehe. But sadly, majority of them are going home this year. Huhu. I wonder if we still manage to get enough people to form a proper netball team. Seriously, i just can't imagine how BORING my life would be next year if there's no more netball.Warghhhh.

Why do I love it so much?
I don't know, really. I just love the idea of having to run and jump to catch the ball. It just makes me feel so free. So light. So alive! Hehe. And if I get to shoot the ball tru the hoop, that will be an extra pinch of satisfaction to me. hehehe.

Prejudice

Prejudice. Deny all you want, but either you realize it or not, we always have this negative attitude within us. It is as if we are born and bred with it. As if it runs in our veins, crawling under each and every inch of our skin.

Do you realize how easily we pass judgment on people? We are all too judgmental, and I loathe it.
We see a person dressed sloppily and appear unkempt, and we think that 'owh, this person must be poor'. He might have just happen to wake up late that morning and did not had the time to don himself properly, hence appearing unkempt.

We see a man driving his car at the speed of lightning, blasting horns to every car that drive at the speed of snail in front of him, and we easily labeled him as a road bully. He might have some sort of emergency that he has to attend to, who knows.

We see a man wearing a Pagoda shirt, walking out of his E series Mercedes, and we think that he must have been filthy rich. And if we see another man donning branded attire from head to toe, climbing out of a Proton Saga, i doubt any heads will turn.

And the examples goes on and on and on.

You can deny all you want, but yes, we are judgmental. Either conscious or subconsciously,we do it all the time.

And I am sick of it. Of judging people AND being judged by people all the time. I am what I am. And I am trying to change. But i refuse to change for other's sake. Only for Him, i will change. And trust me, i am trying. Slowly maybe, but at least I am trying. I know who I am. So please, stop judging.

Be thankful peeps!

I'm sure you've heard of the saying which goes " You won't appreciate what you have until you lost them". Which is so true.

But for this one man, whom I met this morning, that is not the case. Now, it is not that he is not being thankful. It is not that he is being ungrateful. But how is one suppose to appreciate something that one has never even has in the first place?

This man is born deaf. His mom had got infected with rubella when she was pregnant of him, and hence, he was born with only 5% hearing ability. His mother blamed herself for her only child's deafness (she refused to have rubella injection when she was young). But, this man, this brave man, does not feel that anyone is to be blamed for this. And certainly, not his mother.

Without his mother, he would not even be brought to this world.

He might not know what the sounds of birds gaily chirping early in the morning sounds like.

He might not be able to know what rain sounds like.

He does not even know what his own voice sounds like. (He can speak, but he can't hear himself talking. So, he is never sure if he say things correctly. Just imagine, how frustrating will that be?)

Despite all that, he is a one happy man. Heck, i think he looks even happier than me! That smile on his face never fade away, not even when he was telling us his sad story.

In fact, he said that his deafness makes him become a more positive person. He learns to look life at different perspectives.

This jovial man makes me think. He makes me appreciate more of what I have. The list of ni'mah that Allah has showered to us is endless, but how often do we thank Him for that? We always tend to take things for granted. Especially the little things. In fact, now I think of it, there is no such thing as 'little' things. None of His ni'mah can be considered as small. If you try to think about it,

if you don't have the eyelashes, you will certainly ended up having recurrent eye infection due to the continuous exposure to dust

if you break one of your thumb (or even a small cut will do!), you won't be able to write. Even eating or holding stuffs will be difficult.

if one of your nostril is blocked, you won't be able to breathe in as good as you should.

And the list goes on and on. They may sound simple, but this simple things lead to some other bigger things, which in the end, will have a huge impact on our lives.

Haish. We whine to much (or maybe not 'we'. Maybe I am the only one that whines too much). It is time to be thankful with what we have.

p/s: this is why i love medicine. It makes me appreciate life more. And obviously makes me think of Him, Allah Al Mighty more =)

Mental Health Hotline

Got this joke about Mental Health Hotline from the staffs at Swallownest. You might not be able to appreciate the joke if you are non-medics. Huhu. Sorry for the discrimination. Hehe. Oh well, all of my posts have been related to medicine anyway. Copy and pasted this joke which i thought was quite funny (ie i did not write the jokes ok. nanti ada plak issue copyright. huhu) And by all means, i did not mean to make fun of those with mental health problems. huhu.

Hello, welcome to the mental health hotline.

If you have obsessive compulsive disorder, press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.

If you have multiple personality syndrome, press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

If you suffer from paranoid schizophrenia, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transfered to the mothership.

If you are hearing voices, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are manic depressive, it doesn't matter which button you press. No one will answer anyway.

If you are dyslexic, press 96969696969696.

If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the pound button until a representative comes on the line.

If you have post traumatic stress disorder, slowly and carefully press 911.

If you have bi-polar disorder, please leave a message after the beep. Or before the beep. Or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.

If you have short term memory loss, please press 9. If you have short term memory loss, please press 9. If you have short term memory loss, please press 9.

If you have low self esteem, please hang up. All our representatives are busy.

Home sweet home

Home, is where my heart is.

"Papa dah pergi tempat emergency. Tempat Aliaa nak 'kerja' tu. Papa dah jumpa doktor2 kat situ" Aww. The ever so caring papa. He had helped me a LOT for my upcoming placement. Sayaaaaaaaaang dia bangat. huhu.

"Tengah buat apa? Hari ni tak 'kerja' ke?" Soalan favourite mama. hehe. Everytime I called, she will ask me that question. Despite the fact that it is the weekends, she never failed to ask me that question. hehe. 'Oh ye, 'kerja' is referring to my clinical attachment. Hehe.

"Abang Amir pakai kasut saiz 7 1/2 tau. Ingat, ada 1/2 kat belakang!" Kak Lisa with her constant reminder. hahahah.

" Dah beli lum kasut Clarks Abang Amir?" Abg Amir with his soalan wajib. Very d very concern bout his kasut Clarks. hahaha. If not on the fon, then tru ym via yana. Haha.

"Aqef beli toys je la. Adam pon beli toys. Baju dah banyak. Beli toys yang boleh gigit-gigit" Pesanan Elly utk hadiah anak2 comelnya. Hehe. She never asked for anything for herself nowadays. Since dah dapat anak, i guess anak comes first.

"Halluuuu beb. Ok bye" Eza. hahahahha. Gediks tak gediks? Roomie, shud i be expecting a new comfy bed this summer? ngehehehe.

" Benci IB!!! (or IT or Maths or apa2 yang sewaktu dengannya)" Hahahahha. Ok, to be fair, now that she has finished IB, i guess she won't be saying that anymore. Hehe. Izyan oo izyan. Hihi

"Dah beli belum hp yana?" Mek yana who is still undecided which hp to buy! Hehehe.

"Halu. Makcik Aliaa. Aqef ni" Mohd's umpteenth attempt to immitate suara aqef yang tak menjadi. Hahahah. Try again some other day pak mad. Hehe.

Sayup-sayup kat belakang, i can hear either suara Aqef merengek or menangis or mengira, or suara Adam menangis. Heheh.

That's how the conversation will sound like everytime i call home. Hehe.

Haish. One big happy family that i miss SO much. One big happy family that i will be going home to in a few more weeks time, insyaAllah. Haish. Kerinduan yang keamatan kot.

My kitchen. Ni je gambar rumah yang ada kat i rupenye. Huhu. Ni pon cilok from my sis's fs. Haha.

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My GP placement.

"You'll either love it or hate it"

That's what they all said about GP placement. And I for sure am LOVING it!

Interestingly, I find myself enjoying this placement very much. Maybe it is because of the fact that I don't have to spend my weekdays over there. I know it is more of a psychology-thingy i guess, but it is true. I feel much better knowing that i am able to go home everyday. They can detain me for long hours in the clinic, yet, i still will go home with a smiling face. Because I know i will be going home to to familiar faces and will be able to bunk in my own comfy zone everyday. That makes a lot of difference.

Despite the fact that i have to wake up early in the morning to catch a bus from the West St to interchange, and then from interchange to swallownest, i am not complaining. In fact, i quite enjoy doing that. I love having to breathe in the fresh morning air. Everything is so calm, so serene. Not forgetting the lovely sceneries that my eyes get to devour on, all the way to Swallownest. Seeing the wild yellow dandelions basking proudly under the sun, covering almost every inch of hills in this one particular area in Rotherham, just takes my breath away.

All of the staffs in Swallownest are extremely friendly and helpful. Maybe that's what that makes me enjoy my placement more. And i kind of like the idea of going to patients' houses, to treat those who are house-bound. Those who are too ill to get out of the house to walk to the clinic. To see the strong relationship between doctors and their patients just amazed me. Its amazing to see how much the patients actually confide to their GPs. They trust them, respect them and some of them even spoil their GPs with gifts and chocolates! hehe. Now, it is not that i want to be a GP so that i can receive chocolates from patients. Hehe. Don't get me wrong. I just love the bond that is build between them. Patients are not merely treated as a patient. They are treated as a whole. A human being. And this is something that you rarely find within the hospital settings.

I got to see the patients at their houses by myself every now and then. And oh my, they can go on and on and on talking about every bits and bobs about their life. What was meant to be a formal visit ( i was meant to take their medical history from them) always turned out to be a friendly tea party! hehe.

Oh well, it is about to come to its end now. I only have another week left for this placement. Then, i have a week on Personality and Professional Development ( i am not sure how the med school is going to make us a professional within a week!hehe). Then I am to Paris for 3 days. And last but not least, i am off to Malaysia!! Yay. Then i have to do 4 weeks of A&E in General Hospital KL. To be honest, i am quite freaked out bout this. To do attachment in Malaysia is something totally new to me. Not sure if i will be able to handle it. Hopefully i will! huhu.