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I’ve been to the Bon Odori once before i enter the university, or it’s during my 1st year, i can’t really remember.. i can still remember that when we arrived the stadium, the ceremony already came to an end and we really didn’t get to enjoy it, how regretful..

because of that, i really can’t miss this year’s Bon Odori, since this is my final year in university, and maybe i won’t have any chance to participate in this kind ceremony anymore..

I’m being informed about this year’s Bon Odori by Kai Leong last week and we start to look for people to join us. quite a number of our coursemate would like to join at first, but a few days before, many of them decided not to join us and this is my first time being ‘put aeroplane’ by so many people.. quite mad at them actually. but nevermind, i don’t want that to affect my passion towards this ceremony. luckily, there are some of my freinds from the other course joined us at last, and that made up a total of 16 people!!

we go to the stadium earlier so that we can get to park our car. the weather is still very hot and i start to blame myself for wearing jeans and long sleeve shirt. before the programme start, we bought some japanese food and eat it on the field and i felt like picnic in the stadium.

i heard that japanese are very punctual and that’s true! the programme started sharp at 7pm like in the schedule. the ceremony starts with the first round of japanese dance, 4 songs played twice for each and that last for 30 minutes. there are performers on the stage that dance with simple step and everybody below dance together. all people seem to enjoy the dance very much!

throughout the show, we danced 3 times as there are 3 japanese dance sessions. during the last session of dance, everybody seems to know the dance very well and manage to dance very well without watching the performers on the stage.

the show is really enjoyable, but nothing is perfect. the atmosphere in the stadium is full of dust and you can see that the stadium is really hazzy, especially near the stall that sell japanese food. when i get back to my house then only i realized how serious i was..  my black colour shoes became brownish in colour and when i bath, i can see that mucous in my nose is actually black in colour! i know it’s very disgusting, but that’s true, it’s black, not brownish black, but totally black!! i don’t know how much carcinogens that i’ve inhaled that night.. so, for anyone who would like to join the show next time, remember to bring along a mask or two to avoid those from happening on you.

anyway, the show is great and i enjoyed it very much!! hope to go again next year if i still got a chance, haha..

The history:

it happened last year when my DEAR seniors BANNED us from doing thing that they don’t like and for me, it’s really irrational!! if you don’t like, then you can just don’t show up, why are you banning us from doing so?!! it’s like you don’t like to eat pizza, then you don’t allow anybody else to eat pizza as well, how bad you all?!!!!!!!

This year:

we thought this year we are the one who will do the decision and yes, we manage to bring back what we want and we are so looking forward for it. but, what to do with those seniors?? there must be many of you have no idea about the name of ‘elephant senior’. I’m using the word elephant  because of their face that is no thinner than an elephant’s skin, no, maybe thicker..

today, there are 3 seniors with their face as thick as an elephant’s skin, shown up when we are having our good time. their presence really spoiled the whole  environment. OK, if you all come and keep your BIG MOUTH SHUT, i won’t mind, but why are you all dominate the whole thing?!!!! don’t you all remember it’s you all who banned us last year??!!!!!!! don’t you all remember what you all said last year when we are trying to negotiate with you all?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if so, then what happened to you all when you all actually show up??? what is your identity when you step into the hall? super senior?? oh please, that calling sucks when it matched onto your face!! it’s not that i don’t respect you all, but i can’t find any reason for me to respect you all as my seniors anymore! GO TO HELL!!!

p/s: this blog is just shooting those 3 people whose face as thick as an elephant and it means no harm to any other seniors.

first of all, this is not a blog to counsel people on insulin injection, it’s just to share my experience..

during our clinical attachment with Dr Mohd, he told us that everyone of us are going to inject ourselves using insulin pen during our 4th year, and i actually don’t bother about it much, until the following week when we have a lecture on insulin injection technique…

that lecture is given by two personnel from a company selling insulin pen, not sure if they are pharmacists, but they are quite expert in insulin injection. during the day, they came in bringing two paper bag and start the lecture as usual. after they finished all the slide show, then reach the climax of the lecture: everyone of us are going to inject ourselves.

according to the two personnel, it is an order from our lecturer, not Dr Mohd, but Prof Fuad that teaches us Pharmacy Practice III. the reason is, if we don’t try it ourselves, how are we going to counsel the patients on insulin injection? quite logic..

i can still remember what Dr Mohd said during the clinical attachment session. in a sarcastic way he said: saya tak nak you orang hanya tahu cakap insulin injection tu tak sakit, sedangkan masa kamu mencuba, ada yang sampai menangis-nangis tak berani nak inject.”

so, each one of us was given an insulin pen and a needle to be attach on it. then it’s show time!! the class became as noisy as a market, because everybody including me was not expecting it, it came so suddenly..

believe me, when you have a needle in your hand, pointing towards your tummy, you would not have the gut to push it in. this happens in reality for those diabetic patients who recieve insulin injection for their very first time, and it’s our job to convice them to use it in order to make them comply to the medication. i think in the future, we need to actually inject ourselves in front of the patient, just to convince them that it is painless (it really does, you won’t even realize that the needle penetrate into your abdomen).

it is a good lesson and should be continued for the following batches. after the class, we got two insulin pens and a new needle as souvenir, good one..lol

we begin to study clinical this semester, that means we will see the clinical lecturers until the day we graduate.. actually there is one characteristic that is common among all f them, that is: they like so scare their students as if that is the way they entertain themselves.

i still remember the first lecture, it starts with lot and lots of question that we don’t know how to answer: which drug is suitable to treat the patient? if the patient have diabetes and cardiovascular problems, which drug is more suitable? why we choose this drug instead of that? how to choose a suitable drug? if the patient cannot take tablet, can we make it into a liquid form? if yes, which kind of liquid form is that? syrup? solution? suspension? if the doctor request for topical preparation, which one do we have to choose? ointment? cream? lotion? and how long can that preparation last?

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to be honest, i think its better this way, at least we can prepare ourselves earlier. after we learn everything, its now time for us to apply our knowledge. now only i realized that pharmacist also play an important role in the health care team, which i don’t see it clearly when i learn the theory and now i started to love it. this is what i want myself to be, and also what i expect from this course, so happy..

we are being informed that we will be evaluated one by one, not only on our knowledge, but also our attitude, the way we talk and even the way we wear and walk. my buddy told me that one of her course mate fail a clinical session just because he sleep during the presentation session, so he need to take it again.  quite strict uhh.. hope that i can perform well in this course and learn everything that i am suppose to know in order to be a pharmacist.

our brand new semester starts today with two toxicology lectures given by Dr. Rohi. this is my first time having ‘her’ lecture because the pharmacology lectures we had before are given by lecturers from our own faculty. the first impression is bad since ’she’ is half an hour late to the lecture, but after that, every thing is just nice! the way ’she’ give out lecture is different from the others, at least it’s not as boring..

most lecturers that i met before are all ’slide readers’, they just come in and read their slides without further explanation, what an easy job! everyone who manage to read English can do so and why the government pay them such a high salary every month just to read out their slides in the class? sometimes i was wondering if we are having an English lecture instead. maybe the lecturers think that we don’t know how to pronounce words in the slides correctly and so they do us a favor by reading it from the first until the very last word.

for me, i prefer a lecture to be a session for the lecturer to share the knowledge that he/she possess, and the power point slides are just to aid in the process of sharing, serving as an illustration. i know that university students are suppose to be more independent in their study, but that gives reason for lecturers to become lazier and lazier too.. i did being independent in my study so far as i had never listen to the lecture since i can read all the notes on my own, attending lecture is just to sign for the attendance, nothing else.. how sad!!

lastly, i want to shout out loud for myself and other university students:

WE NEED A LECTURER, NOT A READING ROBOT!!

I just came back from ipoh, a great trip it is.. but the only let down is that:

i got a saman!! the first time in my life!!

it happened on the second day, when we are going to eat Ipoh ‘dim sum’. well, the ‘dim sum’ is really delicious, many special types that i never eat before, but the ‘price’ is really expensive. after finishing the dishes, we get into the car and ready to go to our next destination: Gua Kek Lok, suddenly siew man noticed there is a red paper under the wiper. so i get out and take a look at that paper,

%$#@!*&^!@#$%^

a RM40 saman!! i don’t know what is my fault at first, because i got use parking coupon, what did i offended?! wait, by looking back the coupon, i knew what happened. at the very bottom of the coupon, stated that the coupon is just for half an hour!

&^%$#@!*(&^%$!@%$#^%$&^%@!$#@%$*&^

okok, my fault, how careless i am!! well, i am from Muar, and Muar people used to use coupons that can last for an hour, how would i know Ipoh coupons are so damn special! haha, i always got reason for mistakes that i did..

P.S: do check the parking coupon before you use it.

the 3 weeks exam ended finally.. we are the group that witness it, because our last paper is on that very last day and we are the last group of people that leave the exam hall, thought our paper took 3 hours time. while everybody is going out for shopping and movie, we still need to face our last subject, it’s so unfair! but nevermind, it ends finally..

our seniors always tell us that 2nd year 2nd sem and 3rd year 1st sem are ‘killer sem’, means these two semesters are very tough and busy, many people cannot score in these semester. thankfully it’s over now, we experienced it and it’s time for our beloved juniors to take it, wish them good luck!

by the end of these semester, we are being taught of all classes of drugs and analytical methods used to test the drugs. so it is suppose the time for us to apply it! excuse me.. i can hardly recall those drugs that i studied before! i don’t know what will happened to me during my clinical year and Dr. Mohd is waving his hand towards us, welcoming us to the clinical year. so scary, don’t even have stomach to think of it..  so all i can do is just wish me good luck!!

for those who had stay together with me before, i think you will be very shock to read this: I’m suffering from insomnia recently..

i used to sleep more than the other normal people. for me, sleep is the easiest thing to do. i just have to close my eyes then i can fall into a very deep sleep, no matter how noisy it gets, i won’t be awakened as if i was died.

but for these few days, i was too difficult to fall asleep and it took me up to several hours sometimes. i don’t know why it happens, every time when i was laying down on my bed and getting myself ready to sleep, my mind suddenly get full with many things, which keeps me staying alert. I’ve tried counting sheep, but the more i counted, my mind is getting more alert.

this is what we classified as hyperactive mind, one of the causes of insomnia. i think maybe there is not enough serotonin production or release in my brain that giving rise to this problem..

sleep is the most basic right for a human being, so please……

don’t steal it from me… :’(

try to recall back, from the very first day you step into the kindergarten until now, what does the word ’study’ meant to you?

for me, study = memorizing = exam

if we don’t memorize well, we won’t get good result. that is what Malaysian style of education: memorizing, attending exam, get the result, happy, then forget everything.. study is just for exam, that is why by the time when PMR, SPM and STPM are coming, you can see so many advertisements on talk that briefs students on how to answer the exam questions. some students even go for tuition, not because they can’t understand well, but to get the exam tips.

before entering university, i thought it will be different from the education style in school, but the reality is so disappointing. there is even a lecturer of mine telling us the ‘right’ way to answer the questions. she said ‘explain’ and ‘describe’ are two different things, and she actually photostat us a list of terms that are commonly used in the exam questions and their meaning.

for me, it doesn’t make any sense. as long as we can write out the answer, that’s it!! why need to make things so complicated? i don’t think when i graduate, i would give different answer for two patients, one of which asking me to explain the disease and the other one ask me to discuss about the disease.

besides, some lecturer are borned with the absence of a logic mind, i don’t know they treat their students as what; robot or photostat machine? we have to answer so many essay questions in just about two hours time. what happened to my juniors is even worse, 17 essay questions in two and a half hours. OMG!!  only robot and photostat machine manage to do it OK.. they expect us to memorize their notes from the first word until the last word so that we can write out all the answer once we read the question without needing to think first.

sigh.. what to do. because we are all borne in Malaysia..

conclusion: in Malaysia, education is just a game for those who are good in memorizing facts, no matter they can apply the knowledge or not.

this is a very nice book to share with,  the book that i just finish reading it, very interesting and touching. i like the way Mitch Albom organize the whole story. he likes to put some short story that is related to the story in between the chapters. maybe you don’t understand what I’m trying to say now, but its OK, I’ll make it clearer later on.

this story is written based on his interview with the narrator, named Charley Benetto. so this is a true story, not solely the imagination of the author.

Charley Benetto is a broken man. he lost his career and family. the worst thing is that he doesn’t even get informed about his daughter’s wedding. he is so disappointed and decided to end his life. he took a mid night ride back to the place where he spent his entire childhood in. on his way back to his hometown, he get involved in an accident, a very serious one, but surprisingly he didn’t die.

he walked back to his mother’s house and discovered that his mother who died years before standing alive in front of him, cook him dinner and talk to him. and he spent the ‘one more day’ with his mother. in their conversation, his mother helped him to get back into his normal life, the life he ruined.

on that day, he travel from one house to another together with his mother and discovered many things about his mother: the reason for her divorce and what had she does to support the whole family.

the narrator did make a list entitled ‘Times I Did Not Stand Up for My Mother’ and ‘Times I Stand Up for My Mother’. it is the story in the list that Mitch Albom put in between the chapters, together with short memo that his mother wrote him, of which always end with ‘p.s: i love you everyday‘.

i bet all mothers in this world will do as what the narrator’s mother did, they just different in their way to show how much they love their children. now, try to refresh back and do that two list, you will realise how much you owe our mother. so, do appreciate every moment you spent together with your mother because you might lost her one day. and by the time comes, you do not need to appeal for one more day.