Let the rain of Your presence fall on me
Every day that I live
With every breath I breathe.
Let the rain of Your presence fall on me
Everywhere that I go.
Lord, let Your presence flow.
Rain on me.

Love divine, joy unspeakable,
Overflowing in my soul.
This heart of mine is refreshed and at rest
In Your presence, in Your presence,
In Your presence, in Your presence.

Rural reminiscence

As the juniors went for their rural placement, I can't help but look at back at ours back then in Rawson (some place around 4 hours by bus from Melbourne).. well, all the nonsense we did, whatever you wanna call it :p embarassing.. basically we were playing a game, where the loser of the round will have to forfeit (ie punishment: sing song or dance etc)








The summary of what we went through..


Oh, and not to forget some rather disturbing moments from last year in Segamat :p lolz


Now why do I have a feeling I'm so gonna get screwed by certain people for putting these up..?

What the..?

I find the following article rather amusing :p lolz

The Star
Thursday 1 May 2008

MAT Rempit* in Kelantan will be allowed to show off their skills at a special track to be built by the state government soon, Kosmo! reported.

Kelantan Mentri Besar Datuk Nik Abdul Aziz Nik Mat said the track in Tanah Merah was not a waste of money.

“They (Mat Rempit) always make their mothers and wives worry.

“With the track they will have a proper place to express their feelings and show their bravery and heroics,” he said during the winding-up of the supplementary Budget at the State Assembly.

Went to the Utusan Malaysia website to find the full version of the story, and here's an extension to what was being said.

"Budak-budak ini mempunyai keluarga dan kalau benda buruk berlaku, ibu bapa mereka akan susah, polis dan bomba terpaksa kerja keras bagi menahan mereka dan membantu yang cedera dalam kemalangan."

"JKR (Jabatan Kerja Raya) pula terpaksa membaiki jalan atau penghadang jalan yang rosak akibat dirempuh," katanya.

Only in Malaysia.

*group of daredevil motorcyclists who are a menace to road users

An evening in JB

It's Labour day (ie holiday!), so I went on a bit of a haphazard attempt to capture sunset photos in the evening, something which I hadn't got the opportunity to do (would had loved to joined a fellow Sunway CF friend on the Monash library rooftop back then).. well, I guess, no thanks to somebody, I almost managed kill 2 birds with 1 stone (ie I fulfilled my 1 week exercise requirement in 20 minutes), and nearly got a the perfect JB sunset photo (can be improved, if I had made it to that perfect spot at the right time, and by the way; I want a new camera!!)):p lolz but along the way I managed to snap some photos I didn't really expect to capture lar..

I guess 1 thing I learnt is that there are times when a once in a lifetime opportunity comes by, if you feel like wanting to do something about it, even if not all your requirements / expectations fit in perfectly, just go for it (provided it's not something which is wrong lar).. you might just be amazed at what comes your way. So here are pix from my walk (or should I say 'run' :p) along the way from Samudera to a spot on Jalan Abu Bakar and back..











p/s: Now I have a headache, hurting feet and a sprained toe.

Addendum: Another photo which I took last time around. Rather blur though, but I like this one..

Just one of those bad weeks

Medicine; a profession that combines scientific knowledge, the art of compassion and skill. The hands of an expert surgeon deftly cuts the skin and sutures the wound with such precision that if you take away the surgeon's arms, it is as if he becomes nothing short of being useless. Control. Something which the most skilful of doctors possess. Ever wondered what is it like to lose it?

But before that, it has been an emotionally and physically tiring week for me. Monday: I was coming off some headaches about a few things back home.. then I interpreted a few things which my shepherd said the wrong way.. turned out to be a bit of a misunderstanding lar, which I was stressed about. As much as I try to not put God into a box, I end up doing so at times. And it does get frustrating, the stress just piles up.

I have been sick since Saturday (your usual cold, fever and headaches), probably thanks to sleeping 20 hours in 4 days in the past week. So yeah. And Monday night I was SO tired, but had to cram something right for MCR? Tried studying CVS and respi from Talley the night before until I just knocked myself out to sleep around 11pm. Then, woke up at Tuesday morning 6am feeling guilty that I haven't studied enough, cram the remaining systems (GIT, haemato, MSK, neuro, endocrine etc) from Talley's clinical examination + Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine (since you need to give investigations and management of conditions also) until my brain just cannot take it anymore at 12 pm. Tuesday turns out to be a nightmare. The dreaded phone call came at 2pm, when my examiner called me to the wards to interview a patient. And for all that I read up, I got a patient with asthma. The worst part was, I bungled it up, missing bits and pieces of the history, and was so tensed up (was also trying to do away with note-taking, since it was banned by my tutor) that I kind of messed up my presentation, and also totally forgot about the investigations and management of asthma. So obviously failed lar. My examiner even remarked, "Didn't I take you guys for your 1st PBL on asthma?" Ouch..

Feel dumb lar at times honestly :p, coz I haven't really been studying also. Even if I do, wouldn't remember when being questioned.

Went back home, was super emo that I didn't really felt like talking to anybody lar (I think if anybody came and disturb me I would have slapped him lor :p), so I downed a large set of pizza to vent my disappointment (hey, I had never failed before ok. 1st time). Then, something happened that night. I don't want to mention here lar what it was, but in short, with the mood I was in, it made me felt rather -duno what suitable word to use, my brain was like a blender- lar.. like, "I can't take this anymore. Too much.. I just needed to go away. Alone." But to cut it short, it turned out fine lar in the end. *goes to a little corner, looks up, and thank God*

Went back home it was already 2am in the morning.. Couldn't sleep, and when I finally did, the toilet bowl valve gave way, and the sound of gushing water woke me up at 5am. Ridiculous. I was already lacking sleep like a zombie.

Ben was kind of right lar I guess. I had a bad day. Or a bad week I suppose. We all do. At times, I get stressed up at things which I shouldn't be.

I managed to reschedule my MCR with my tutor before she flies off to Australia. Deadline is 9 May, she will only be back on 7 May, so a bit rush. And of all days, she had to put it on a Friday, meaning I only had 1-2 days to prepare. So stressed lar..Didn't really felt like studying lor.. Just go in only lar, surrender it all to Him. The night before I was feeling sick (again!).

But as I did my MCR on Friday, there's just this throbbing headache which I could not explain. Maybe I'm just too nervous and stressed. 'Good luck's' and 'All the best's' don't seem to be working. Was walking up and down the corridor of Monash. Hillsong MP3 + Pray pray pray.. Just needed some time alone again lar.. Then I went to the wards 30 minutes early for nothing. I look at my tutor, she looked at me. "Stressed wei," I remarked, and we laughed. But I guess when the moment finally came, I was just amazed at how smoothly things went.. it was a more complicated case than asthma previously, but I was getting more bombarded questions correct than the previous one. The best part is, the case was rated 'Medium' complexity (compared to 'Low' for asthma), and I nailed the diagnosis: Congestive Cardiac Failure secondary to ischaemic heart disease! (Note: I checked the patient's case notes the next day) YES! *pumps fist into the air* So happy.. no doubt lar the marks were not as high as I would have loved it to be (ie cukup makan pass), but I'm contented, considering the fact that it was a very strict examiner.. I passed my 1st MCR!

On Friday I got into a little bit of dilemma, basically between doing the popular thing to help some people (which everybody is happy to benefit along, but if discovered, the consequences may be severe) and doing the right thing (unpopular decision which will most likely end up not helping anybody, but my conscience is clear). I chose the latter lar, and yes, I think although we did not get what we wanted, I feel glad about it.

I learnt it the very hard and painful way on Saturday, during church choir, something along the lines of Mary and Martha. On how you can't always get things / circumstances clearly blocked out the way you wanted it. Voices and formation were not even close to perfect. People came late. 2-hour practice ruined your plans when it dragged on from lunch til dinner time. Extra weekday practice sessions came in unexpectedly (I'll admit: I'm a control freak. Medical student, what to do?) But being simple yet focused people, they enjoyed it. They seemed happy in the midst of it all. A simple heart and mind. Something which used to annoy me. Something not very easy for me to do.

I was glad that Sarah (former IMU CF friend, currently in Sydney was sharing, "Sometimes the thing with control is the need to learn to let go, coz you won't know what is going to happen to your patient; whether they are going to die or live." I guess letting go doesn't mean simply throwing things away / giving up on the circumstance. It just means believing that you have done your best, and all things will work out for the good of those who love Him, be it your patient, or other stuff.

Overall, a tiring week. But His grace is sufficient for me.

There is this patient in my ward with muscular dystrophy (forgot already whether it's Becker's or Duchenne's), but he is a young man, in his late 20's / early 30's. he has been confined to bed, and basically what happened was his respiratory muscles are wasted that he finds it hard to breathe. And he was admitted due to a chest infection. It's a terminal familial disorder, 4 of his uncles died of the same disease, and he looks to be headed in the same direction (bad prognosis). His eyesight also seems to be failing. Yet, he still smiles at us during our bedside.

There are times, while interviewing supposedly sick people (some of which might be dying), I just can't help but wonder what keeps them smiling / so willing to cooperate. Acceptance? Something they cling on to? Hope for the better? Or is there something they see in us?

Thank you Lord, for You are a God who answers prayers.

Monash Clinical School pix

A quick one before I run off..

CF on Saturday was good.. learnt a lot despite not worship leading for long time already..

Yesterday and today was supposed to be my group's off day. I was supposed to study and relax.. Then our coordinator phoned me today at noon; "Gary, Prof finish meeting early.. can you guys go for his clinic at 2pm?" Had to rush home to change from T-shirt to formal attire, then rushed through lunch, running up and down.. when we arrived at the clinic, the nurse inside remarked, "Your doctor coming today meh? How come I duno wan?" *swt* So we waited (only 2 people - me and a friend, the rest of the group refused to be contactable), and when he came (at 2.30pm), and went through the patient cases on his table, "Eh, these are not my cases lar.. Umm.. I don't have any patients for you. You guys can go."
*swt*

A friend of mine got a pretty big consultant as his examiner for MCR. And she is literally really BIG (in size) :p, Oh, apparently she is nice to medical students, but when it comes to housemen, she scolds them, "What is this?? Even a MONKEY can do a better job!" So the moral of the story: don't you wish you don't graduate? lolz

Friends in High Places

Although change songs already, this is for Anna and Bruce (CF worship team this Saturday), who were wondering how this song sounded like.

A tale of 2 pictures

I learnt it the hard way that if you neither know what the problem is with someone, nor how to solve it, then it is probably best to leave it alone.

But I also learnt that as long as the person is willing, a simple random act of kindness in helping a stranger in need (no matter how petty / insignificant the request may seem) can make a difference in the long run.

Last week's Easter sermon 2008

Because He Lives.. (Revelation 1:4-18 / 1 Peter 1:3-9)

There was a story in Japan quite a while back, where a car accident occured, resulting in the car and the victim becoming so disfigured, he could not be identified. However, a policeman on arrival at the scene recognised the car as belonging to the chief builder of the city, who turns out to be an influential figure. He contacted the builder's brother-in-law, who arrived at the scene and confirmed, "Yes, this is my brother-in-law's car." So he went back home and broke the bad news. Later in the evening, as friends and relatives gathered to show their support and console the spouse and immediate family of the chief builder, the front door opened, and the person turned out to be none other than the chief builder himself! Everybody was shocked, and it was as if he came back from the dead. However, what was to be joy for one family, will turn out to be sadness and mourning for the family of the person who died. But in the death and resurrection of Jesus, it turned out to be a different story altogether.

1. ..I have the courage to overcome myself
Like it or not, we are the biggest enemies in many things we want to try and conquer.
Matthew 12:34 - You brood of vipers, how can you who are evil say anything good? For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.
Certain groups of people in the early ages try to keep themselves pure by refraining from certain food, but Jesus told them there is no point doing so, because what comes out from their mouths is even worse.

Many of us enjoy pointing out other people's wrongs (we find it easy to do so), but many times we dare not reveal our own weaknesses, probably due to insufficient courage to face our fears. Deep down within us, we know that there are many things we should not have done. Despite feeling ashamed, yet we returned to it (eg visited X shop while a student, smoking, watching certain shows, uttering obscenities etc). Unless someone reaches down to help us, we can be likened to be on sinking sand.

One way to start overcoming ourselves is to 1st acknowledge that we have this problem. When asked why do they believe in God, some people fear that if they don't, God will punish them. Fearing God is one thing, but what is more important is to know how much God loves you.

Ongoingly, the struggle continues, but know that no matter how tough it is, Jesus is always there - the grace of God will always be with us (1 Corinthians 15:10)

2. ..I have the courage to face tomorrow
Proverbs 27:1 - Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth.w
There was another story about a couple who underwent a lot of hardship, and looking at the situation around them, they could not bear the thought of giving birth to their child, only for him to come into this world and suffer. But no matter what happens around us, God will bring out good things because all things work together for the good of those who love Him (Romans 8:28).

We do have a tendency of being frustrated at "Why so many things happen to me?", but the best thing is that no matter how challenging / hopeless your tomorrow may seem, God will be there to encourage, look after, intercede for us.
Hebrews 13:5 - .."Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."
He brings out His purpose in every experience we go through.

3. ..I have the courage to overcome death (1 Corinthians 15:16)
Most successful people can get many things, but fail to overcome the ultimate problem that all of us will face. Death is the last enemy that Jesus overcame for us. For some of us, death is just like moving from one phase to another. Imagine waving goodbye to a ship that has left port, and seeing it disappearing in the horizon. The ship may have been gone, but gone where? We may bid farewell on one side, like the ship going further and further away, but on the other side, it is a different story, as the ship approaches the port to a joyous reception.

There is a story about an old lady who went to her doctor and found out that she had terminal cancer, and was about to die soon. So she contacted her pastor, and told him about it. The pastor said that he was sorry to hear that, and asked what can he do for her. As they discussed plans for the funeral (which of her favourite Hillsongs should be played, which of the bible verses that mean the most for her should be read out etc), she asked the pastor, "When you put me in the coffin, can you put a bible on my right hand, and a fork on my left?" The pastor looked puzzled and asked, "Why a fork?" In Western countries, they used to say after a meal, "Keep your fork for the upcoming dessert (can be Secret Recipe cake :p)." The old lady said, "When people come and asked why, I want you to tell them this - 'The best is yet to come'." In other words, there is something greater we can look forward to.

Bulgarian Idol funny stuff

Yes, in times of stress, this is a major relief :p lolz

Morbid

It was just another one of those weeks. Clinic on Tuesday was supposed to be from 2-4pm. Our doctor stretched it to 6.30pm. And I felt so stupid stupid for saying, "Dr, we make a move 1st ar..", coz he gave me a weird look and asked me "What was wrong with the patient just now?" That night I was tired, so I forced myself to take a 1 hour nap. My brain refuses to go to sleep, so I forced myself and slept all the way from 9pm until 7am.. Woke up with severe muscle aches. And my tutorial homework was left undone.

But one thing we saw was a 22 year old (my age) female clerk who came in with her mother, presenting with primary amenorrhoea (ie no periods all along), and absent secondary sexual characteristics. Symptoms were consistent with her not having any ovaries and uterus, and she had surgery to remove her dysfunctional testes while young. She came in for a check-up, since she has osteoporosis. The thing is, it turned out that she was probably 46XY, suffering from testicular feminisation syndrome. In other words, she was born as a boy, but brought up as a girl, and now one treatment method is to give her hormones to enhance her female sexual characteristics. The doctor asked her, "Nanti saya kasi ubat bagi itu *pointing at the breast* besar, mau tak?" She didn't look too enthusiastic. Identity crisis? I guess only she will know what it feels like..

I'm super tired from the past few nights lacking sleep doing my PBL. Super blur lor walking into tutorial today, but I'm glad I survived a week of grilling on the wards, and the tute, despite putting together a last minute presentation for my homework.

Was at the wards today, everybody seem to be getting sick - from my group members to the ward staff, and there was one corner of the wards from which you can just hear moans and agonic groans of chronically sick people. And remember the Indian guy whom we talked to? He still said 'Hi' to me on my ward rounds. He got 1 leg amputated because of gangrene, but still wasn't getting any better. Today didn't see him in the wards. Weird for some fellow with an amputated leg to walk off just like that. Then, found out that apparently they were attempting another amputation (maybe something was left behind in the 1st one, or it was for his other leg lar), and he died during the surgery due to complications.

For most of today, it was pouring down heavily; from the heavens above.

The past week..

The past week was of mixed feelings..

Good side:
I finally baked chocolate brownies for a pot luck dinner with my classmate neighbours.

Bad side:
Wasted 3 hours doing so. Thanks to my mood swing, the brownies turned out to be abit.. hard crust floating on top, and fluidish like an ocean below (more like pudding rather than cake-like). Reminds me of molten rock you see in volcanoes (rock on top, lava below) you know? and some joker commented in medical terms that it's black, so looks like melaena.. So guess what? I named my new creation volcanic melaena. haha.. (though much to the displeasure of those who were eating) but its actually delicious (sorry, forgot to take photo).

Good side:
Because of the birthday celebrations and my tendency to procrastinate and leave things til the last minute, I did not really have the time to do a homework read-up assignment for ECG and long case. I was like.. "Ok, sure going to get scolded badly by my tutor for not knowing stuff.." But instead our long case tutor happened to be in a pretty good mood on that day, so ya.. thank God. Of course, there were a few cynical remarks when he grilled me with questions, "Mr Leong, the girls are doing better than the boys. Please do something to save the male race from extinction.." Don't get me wrong, he is a very good tutor. He forwarded an invitation email to a medical education talk at the Hyatt. It was a good talk on COPD, can correlate to our PBL - we learnt about the unexpected benefit of an old drug. But I want to show the food we had, my goodness.. hotel buffet style lar :-)



Bad side:
I won't mention what situations, but was (or had a feeling of) being labelled (directly or indirectly) all sorts of things, ranging from forgetful to incompetent to childish.. but I guess there are 2 things which I will still need to work on..

1. Security in God.
2. "No one can make you feel inferior without your permission." -Eleanor Roosevelt-

1 Timothy 4:12 - Do not let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.

2 birthdays

What we've been doing for the past week or so? Celebrating birthdays (that explained the undone homework and scoldings from the tutors) but nevertheless, some snippets of what went on:

Ji Keon's birthday splash:



*upload error, come back later for more photos and videos*

I'm supposed to bake tonight..

..but I don't feel in the mood to make brownies. I was emo, so I went and printed out 18 pages of journal articles which I probably wouldn't read at all.

I think I shall read up more next time before I walk into a PBL.

Today I was supposed to clerk and examine a patient for tomorrow's bedside teaching. Last week a patient thought I was Japanese. Today, the patient thought I was Pakistani (what the??). And being a diabetic who had a below knee amputation of his right leg, he clearly was not happy with the doctor for not saving his leg, coz he heard that some. His daughter, who is a pharmacist understood that the doctor back then would have explained the need for the procedure. But he started rambling about irrelevant stuff which I don't really wanted or needed to hear, analogies like how doctors are more concerned with buying a new car (ie amputation) rather than repairing the old one (conservative treatment). So I wasted 20 minutes entertaining him, and missed witnessing a lumbar puncture, coz a bit not nice lar if you leave all of a sudden, his family is there.

And I guess I just have quite a bit of questions runing through my mind at the moment..

Post-mamak mumblings past midnight

Me, Ben, Chris and Anna tried studying at the mamak beside our apartment. IMHO, didn't work out very well for me (unless you can see Ben enthusiastically doing his homework). It's ok, we'll probably try the Hyatt hotel tea house next time (apparently the cakes are quite nice). Ben quoted that too bad there's no Starbucks nearby.

I guess some things are best left unsaid, but rather penned down and chucked away somewhere far away, where you'll probably never see it ever again until you decide to reflect upon it sometime in the future.. Aren't they? (no, I'm not referring to the 'H' or 'D' words.. ) as in; some things which you already know the answer, and there is no need to talk much over them, but you still choose to blurt them out - and its effect has evaporated upon repetition. not sure why.. or maybe even other matters which technically have already been resolved, but brought back to the surface. Duno lar..

I'm tired, and sleepy, and I didn't really prepare much for the PBL tutorial tomorrow (I will admit that I hate walking into PBLs not knowing what in the world I'm talking about - at times it gives me a sense of insecurity) I had a fall yesterday and bruised my left knee (ie now I'm limping in a crepe bandage for 3 days). I have trouble walking up and down the stairs, as well as getting into a car (Why in the world is Monash located at the top of a hill?). And I'm supposed to somehow make my way to the wards to find 3 patients by tomorrow, and also finish reading basic ECG? You kidding me?

I'm thankful I'm not doing surgery posting 1st. Although it's less taxing in terms of exam material, apparently surgeons (especially Malaysian surgeons are crazy). They call you in the middle of your dinner at 7.30 pm, or while you were sleeping at 5.30 am, and tell you, "You have 15 minutes to gather everyone in your group and come to my Operating Theatre / Clinic, I want to show / teach you something." and if 1 team member cannot make it, apparently it is an insult to them, and the whole group can forget it.

It's only the 3rd week.. there's already silent ramblings on not wanting to repeat 3rd year. Stress levels are up. And here I am, sitting here, looking up and wondering. Just..wondering. Wondering what can be done and what will You do.. And sometimes even zoning out.

On a different note, was wondering how does one practise 'The Celebration Principle'? ie John Maxwell - 'The true test of relationships is not only how loyal we are when our friends fail, but how thrilled we are when they succeed.'

Light of the world

Encounters

Part 1
My goodness, it was so stuffy in the wards, which also happens to spot a slightly gloomy appearance. My 2nd ward round in 3 weeks, and 2nd time witnessing an emergency. An old man who presented with generalised swelling (his whole body was bloated due to chronic renal failure). My group just interviewed him last week for our bedside teaching, and yesterday morning his blood pressure (BP) crashed, and the MOs and nurses had to perform basic life support (ambu-bag), intubate and provide oxygen for him to breathe. He had to be transferred to the High Dependency Unit (HDU). Don't know whether it was the stuffy ward environment, lack of sleep the previous night, or it's just me having had too many people dying around me, coz I think I'm starting to become numb to such situations. I'll either just zone out or spot an expressionless look, despite having intentions to at least somehow show empathy / sympathy to the family members.

Part 2
At another different bed, there was this young Indian patient in his late 20's / early 30's, who got admitted with a stroke - as a result he is now a hemiplegic. His right leg had to be amputated from the hip down because it was already gangrenous. Initially, nobody wanted to talk to him because he looked scary. Even the nurses scolded him for apparently being irritating and complaining too much.

When he saw me from far away, he gestured for me to go closer. I was like thinking, "What? Should I? What if he turns out to be a psycho / gangster / drug addict who may end up beating me up / jabbing me with a needle?" Man, I think I'm becoming paranoid about the crime situation in JB lar. Stigmas.. He asked for our names.
"Gary."
"David?"
"No lar, Gary.."
"You ni orang Melayu ke Jepun?" (Are you Malay or Japanese?)
*swt* as colleagues laughed at me. He does speak some English and Tamil though.

He was a lorry driver. Apparently it was a stressful job. "You merokok ar?" I shook my head as a no. "Don't smoke. Not good for your body." I guess that was a painful lesson to him.. As I proceeded to do physical examination on him, one thing we realised upon auscultation was that he had a very audible gallop on the aortic and mitral valves sites (actually it can be heard all over, but was the loudest at those 2 sites). Patient chart has 'mitral stenosis' written on it.

"Itu kaki bila mau potong?"
"Err.. tak tau lar.. sorry ya, itu awak kena tanya doktor.."

"You Christian ar?" he asked me, making the sign of the cross with his hands. I wasn't expecting that. "Yes." "So you go church lar.." I nodded. "When my heart not feeling well, I go church lar.. I also got pray.."

It was abit unfortunate lar that we did not trust him enough to allow him to use our handphones to call and check his sister's visiting time. Another ethical scare almost arose when he took out his bank account particulars for his insurance claim apparently, I was afraid that he wanted us to do something or what.. but then I managed to just direct him to ask his sister to bring it up with the doctor / nurses in charge. Pity also lar, imagine being labelled as having no relatives when his sister is still alive. When we finished, we thanked him, shook his hand and apologised if we had caused him any discomfort. He stared at us and said, "Don't say sorry. It's your duty. I am just a patient. I have done my duty. Whatever happens from now on, it is up to you."

I don't know why God didn't heal him at that time, or not yet maybe.. but with what he has gone through, I'm just amazed that he can still cling on until now and is trying to accept things as they are. Not sure how I would have reacted in a similar situation. Well, I wish him well. (he still waves upon seeing me in the wards) Just another one of those little things that pass you by.

Part 3
There was a light moment when a Punjabi asthma patient told us when we were taking his history, "When you become a doctor, don't go for the money - go for the name. If you serve poor people, God will bless you with the money."

On the other hand, we asked a middle-aged patient whether he experienced itches, coz there appeared to be scratch marks and scars on his hands. He said, "No, I try not to scratch. I use the hair dryer. You know? I set it to maximum and blasted hot air over the area which felt itchy. When the slight burning feeling has masked the itch, then I applied some traditional medicative cream I bought from the sundry shop." *tries hard not to laugh; over the hair dryer - coz it's my first time hearing such things*

Part 4
A middle-aged patient from a particular group was trying to recommend me a book on self-healing. Then, I noticed a book on the table, which I picked up, and the title sounded weird. 'Letter to a Christian Nation'. Well, apparently it's a book on aetheism, and he proclaimed himself to be agnostic, having left his old faith long time ago. This guy seems to have problem with religion, believing in doing good and questioning, "How can some groups of religion (I won't mention lar which he pointed out) claim that they go to heaven while others go to hell? Not fair lar like that.. That is very selfish." Then he started making correlations to terrorists and stuff.. "What religion are you? You must read this book. It will really change your perspective on viewing things." Lazy lar I wanna argue with him. He is entitled to his own opinion. But interesting to see that so many different viewpoints exist today.