PPD camp

I remember I did tell myself that I am not going to terengganu anymore after the Lang Tengah trip that I went with my form 6 classmates. However, after 2 years, I stepped into this state again which is only well-known for keropok and batik. This time was even worse as I was not going for vacation but a camp for the Personal and Professional Development (PPD) module in which the UKM lecturers are very proud of. As expected, we departed from UKMMC at 8 am and arrived at the BTN camp in Kuala Besut at 7 pm on Monday and thus, we got a chance witnessed the sunrise and also the sunset in the bus.

There are 3 PPD camps for us to attend when we are in the first year, 3rd year and lastly 5th year. This time, I was fortunate enough to get a good fascilitator in my group who was Mr. Lee Boon Cheok, a urosurgeon. Unlike fascilitator of my first PPD camp, Mr. Lee was able to make the small group discussion session very much interesting by sharing his wonderful experience and thoughtful stories. I was impressed by his knowledge and his thought. To me, he was like kind of philosopher but he could convey his message clearly, in a very interesting and encouraging way. That's the reason I could keep listening to him attentatively despite the tiredness and lacking of sleep throughout the camp.

One day, we were having a SGD on "self-care".

"Do you know there is a place in Philipines called smoky mountain? I used to be there for a trip organised by the La Salle Brothers when I was form 6. (we shrugged out shoulder and we thought it is a volcano since it is smoky) It is a very famous place as it is the largest dumping ground in Asia. The whole area is full of garbage and the hills are made of garbage. When you are on the top of hill, all you can see is just rubbish and garbage. Heavy haze as the result of methane produced by the dumps gives its name "smoky mountain". And yet, interestingly, there are people who built their houses on the dumping ground and they work on finding valuable items in the dumping ground.

I saw the children playing around the dumping site joyfully despite their smelly and untidy shirts, dirty faces and ulcers on the skin. Are they happy living in such a bad and disgusting environment? What is the their source of happiness? Thus, you can see happiness is something that comes from deep inside your heart and not from others. If you want to be happy, you will be happy at everywhere and anything you have. On the other hand, even though you got the best of everything, you still will not be satisfied and happy if you don't feel like being happy."

This is very true. In this world, some rich families are happy but some they aren't; some poor families are unhappy but again, some they aren't. Thus, material and environment are definitely not the parameters of the happiness. Nothing can determine or influence your level of happiness except your own will to decide whether to have a better feeling in our lives or the other way round.

Not much photos taken in this camp.. Never mind-la I show as many as I can to feed the thirst of my fans.

"Say no to euthanasia", sketch presentation, only

second to "Reporting child abuse" starred by Datin Kiambang.


Crystal clear sea water at Kuala Besut
(much better than longkang water at Langkawi)

This is the hill where we had our KEMBARA.

Unfortunately, it rained and KEMBARA was halted, losing a chance to have a look at the seaview on top of the hill.

"Datin Kiambang" and I in front of a hut

"Peeing" into the sea. wakakaka....

How could a lengzai like me do not leave his name at the beach? It can be a new tourist attraction of Kuala Besut.

Promoting my friend but too bad, he is already attacted. The one who is promoting is still available.:-p

Kek-chu-bee (acting cute)

Self-addressed letter which is only opened at the day before graduation ceremony. Wonder what feeling I will have at that time.

On the way back, everyone still looked energetic and cheerful though the bone-breaking bus journey. Lengzai's aura will never fade.

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That comes the end

In 10 more days,

I am going to start my clinical year.

Time flies.

In a glimpse of eyes, I have finished pre-clinical year.

These are my academic achievements of the pre-clinical year.

First semester
(shocking result although I was still in adaptation period)

Second semester
(worst semester but the result is considered ok-lah as more than half of my coursemates failed at least one of the papers breaking the record of the faculty)

Third semester
(better than my expectation, my glorious day has back)

Fourth semester
(first time for getting all the systems A. So proud of it)

That's the end of the preclinical year.

In conclusion, I am satisfied with the results.

Keep it up

as there is still a long way to go and

the clinical year is definitely going to be more challenging.

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