Visa Guidelines is back

Alhamdulillah, I got married to a lovely lady by the name of Sarah and we're enjoying our new phase in life since that momentous day.

And yeah, I graduated from the University of Nottingham and thus, escaping from the evil clutches of my medical school. woot2! probably needs a post on this as well but yeah, maybe later.

at the bottom of this blog, there is an article on visa guidelines for medical students graduated from UK medical schools under MARA scholarship who are planning to work as an FY1 doctor in the UK.

After all, it was my visa guidelines which i made 5 years ago that helped me to get to know a lot of people and for some, have now become my close friends. And it helped a lot of other people as well. So I hope that this guideline would ease your efforts a bit. Visa application is always confusing.

Scroll down to the bottom for the guideline

Friday, December 31, 2010

turn my swag on

This semester...

It's just the same really.

The time provided is exactly the same.

I had 2 weeks last year and so is this year.

The number of modules are reduced from 5 to 3.

The number of credits are lesser, 40 compared to 50 in the 1st semester.

Perhaps, the level is higher.

Perhaps, the modules are much harder.

Perhaps, I'm freaking out as time is running out.

And I should probably turn my swag on.

i'm chasing the rainbow...

adlan wafi, you've already met some morale boosters over the weekend. 

and Allah told you that he will always be there.

this feeling is natural, so just face it bravely.

and let's stay here for the next 4 years shall we...

andalusia

Cuak, cuak, cuak. Exam's coming and I'm publishing a post O_o

Firstly, I planned not to write that much cause my ASN, SF and REN are in dire need of being read. So, I'll just write as simple as I can.

Andalus, Spain
Adlan - Hosni - Syahmi - Ameer - Fikri - Ahmed - Syahir - Syamil - Adib
17-22 Dec 2010

Day 1, Gibraltar





Since the Leicesterians haven't arrived yet, we chose Gibraltar as our first stop.

Europa Point, Jabal Tariq (Gibraltar Rock), Tariq bin Ziyad, the southernmost mosque in Continental Europe, the day I learned to start using my DSLR extensively and how I wish I could go to Morocco!

Day 2, Granada




We went to the Granada Mosque, watched Alhambra from afar at night and had dinner at a restaurant where we met a brother from Morocco (lupe nak mintak nombor, hehe) and a lovely mak cik that allows us to have milkshakes included in our meals.

Oh yeah, we picked up the Leicesterians from Malaga Airport and headed straight to Granada afterwards. By the way, if you looked at the design featured in the Granada Mosque, you will actually see some resemblance with the arches at Mezquita in Cordoba.

Day 3, Granada









It's the day we go to Alhambra. 

Highlights include the pool which can reflect the moonlight, the court of the lions (thanks lah orang yang rosakkan!), the motto of Nasrid dynasty in Arabic calligraphy being written and sculptured all over the place and the encounter with a sweet lady by the name of Hope.

"...Don't you see how water overflows the borders 
and the warned drains are here against it? 
They are like the lover who in vain 
tries to hide his tears from his beloved..."
(I just love this part of the poem which was encrypted on the basin of the Court of the Lions)

At the Palace of Charles V (the only Christian building in the whole fortress), it was destined that we found Hope. Working in the museum, she offered us a tour and it was complimentary. And throughout the fine, expressive elucidations, I just can't deny that she somehow illustrated her izzah towards Islam, masyaAllah. And among the things which I could recall (that was originally from Islam) include the order that we dine during a meal (starting with soup and end with sweets) and even those platform shoes; that were the cutting edge of fashion at that time.  A short story on Ziryab was also presented to us by Mak Cik Izzah (yeap, I call her that). And Mak Cik Izzah was so overwhelmed by the crafts and artwork produced by the Muslim men as they were clearly made by meticulous hands. She even said that Muslim men prioritize cleanliness and they even have perfume for the mosque. Ok, this maybe a bit irrelevant but she said that white and blue had always been the colour of royalty. And I said to myself, "no wonder I love blue" :P 

Anyway, the main thing is, everything that we found out from this tour, it all traced back to Islam. Before we go, she asked us to translate her name to Malay and we said, "Harapan"...

Day 4, Cordoba







So, we then reached Mezquita where the once majestic mosque is now constructed with chapels at the sides and the middle is now filled with a cathedral. Even Mak Cik Izzah agreed that it is a shame really that the cathedral is built within the mosque. We did go to other places as well but my battery was low so there weren't that much of pictures. And also, a lot of places were closed on Mondays. Anyways, I just want to say to Ahmad Shahrul Kamal and Muhammad Hakim Razali that I don't really mind that I didn't go to you-know-where :P

Day 5, Sevilla








The Great Cathedral of Seville, Giralda (the remaining part of the Mosque which was a minaret, now a bell tower), Real Alcazar (the royal Moorish palace) and we even stopped at Plaza de Toros de la Maestranza (a bullring; since Syahir said it was his childhood dream of going to the place).

Day 6, Malaga and adios

Didn't spend much time here. We stayed for a night at a hostel that uses my card as the key for all the rooms. Cool giler!

The next morning, we went to the beach despite the rain and wind that continuously making our paths more treacherous. And the beach? It was dainty. The black sands and the turquoise water served as a good ending to this journey of ours.

-END-

And so, that is it.

I know that Arabic is very useful cause apparently, some of the people that we met prefer to converse in Arabic after Spanish.

I know that Allah has blessed this place to be the location for the Umayyah Caliphate once upon a time.

I know that Muslims rule!

I know that there is Hope...and I know there is hope...

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

kembali

I have never heard such a loud groan from the members of the audience whenever it's time to sing the theme song, hehe.

Anyway, I'm back in Notts and I have to get ready for the thing that's coming in the next couple of weeks. Seriously, I need to be ready.

Firstly, don't worry. The post on Spain will be coming soon insyaAllah. For now, let me enlighten you with something else.

I went to the city this afternoon in the hope of finding a knitwear or a vest and to get 3 chicken wraps for myself. Instead, I found 3 vests O_o. But that's not the point. I accidentally went to the city with the jacket which I wore during the winter gathering in Sheffield. The thing is, I've put on a very cool looking badge on the jacket during the event and the badge looks like this:


Hahaha, too bad no one realized that badge (or did they?); if they did, it would have been a very funny experience. So yeah, I got to see lots of lovely faces during the past few days. I've always have this predilection of meeting them...probably because being with them made me stronger. And I don't think I'm exaggerating by saying it gave me that fervent passion to go on. Cause I think it's important really for someone like me to be constantly reminded.

Other than that, a friend of mine flew back to Malaysia several days ago. I actually made plans to meet him but I don't think it was that practical (see Hosni, I'm realistic...sheesh). So yeah, he's back in that place called home. I just hope that he'd be fine...always.

Besides that, I've been reading this book which I borrowed from Fikri (Mat) of Sheffield when I was sleepless in Birmingham, waiting for the flight in the morning. I found this in the novel:

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."

Mitch Albom, tuesdays with Morrie, page 43

Which reminds me, I haven't actually tell this to the ones that I care in Nottingham. I probably need to do this soon.

And thus, I proved once again that my style of writing is multi-definition!

And I really need to start with my anatomy...

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

burn



It was still winter at that time. The coldness in that room didn't seem to differ from the atmosphere outside. It was probably the air-conditioner, or perhaps it was that peculiar feeling of fear towards the unknown; that mixture disposition of excitement and timorousness. The module convenor walked into the tasking room along with his favourite biochemistry lecturer. The presence of the two lecturers seemed to illuminate the gloominess that appeared to be surrounding that dull room...

...or it might just be his imagination.

So basically, that was how I felt on the 1st day in the Dissection Room. And it was also the very 1st time I met my cadaver - the cadaver that my group members and I have spent so many hours with in this whole year right from 29th January till 3rd December 2010. 

At first, I have to say that I was quite nervous cause I was unsure of what to expect but after several weeks passed, I learned to be familiarized with the cadaver. Let me just explain some of the things that people could probably be wondering what's going on in that freaky room.

The Rumour
And the rumour that cadavers smell; well, they don't actually. At least, mine wasn't. The only odour that will stick to your clothes for hours and hours would be the chemical which we would usually spray at the end of the session. But I never really get nauseated by the smell, so alhamdulillah for that. And the rumour that there are male cadavers only; well, there are female cadavers as well cause we still need to learn about the fairer sex.

The Tools
And the tools that we used; well it ranges from a saw to a butcher's knife, or even chisel and hammer. Interesting, ain't it?

The Dissection
And the dissection; I would truly miss it. That's the best part of anatomy I think. I can still remember the parts which I managed to dissect and got the lecturer's attention - the skin (haha), the anatomical snuff box and the posterior cruciate ligament. The thing which most people dislike, is the last 30 minutes of every session - the assessment!

The Assessment
I have developed a skill on how to hide from my lecturer in his or her presence, thanks to this assessment part. Below is a list of dissection sessions that we had throughout the year along with the grade which I obtained and the topic that we covered. I don't really mind writing it down cause they're not that impressive.

Sem 2:

Week 1 - C - Mediastinum
Week 2 - B - Triangles of the Neck
Week 3 - A - Roots of Neck
Week 4 - Safe! - Flexor compartments of upper limb
Week 5 - Safe! - Wrist and hand
Week 6 - C - Extensor compartments of upper limb
Week 7 - A - Thigh (Anterior and medial)
Week 8 - Safe! - Gluteal region and thigh (Posterior)
Week 9 - Unknown - Leg, popliteal fossa, leg and foot
Week 10 - Unknown - Joints of the lower limb

In Sem 3, I decided to write down the names of my lecturers that assessed us for avenging purposes.

Sem 3:

Week 1 - Unknown - Abdominal Wall - BP
Week 2 - Unknown - GI tract - BP
Week 3 - Safe! - Pancreas, Gall Bladder, Liver - HS
Week 4 - Safe! - Posterior Body Wall, Kidneys, Diaphragm - LE
Week 5 - B - Bony Pelvis and Contents - WE
Week 6 - Safe! - Perineum - RG
Week 7 - B - Pelvic Organs - BR
Week 8 - Safe! - Back and Spinal Cord - BP
Week 9 - Safe! - Face, Jaw and Scalp - BR
Week 10 - B - Brain, Cranial Nerves, Skull - PR
Week 11 - Safe! - Oral Cavity, Nasal Cavity, Pharynx & Larynx - RG
Week 12 - Pending (it's this Thu) - Eye and Ear - RG (I think)

1 session is about 3 hours, thus 21 sessions means we've spent about 63 hours with the cadaver. Wow! And the very last session would be cadaver-less.

Anyway, it has been quite heck of a year. Truth be told, I enjoyed the dissections in the previous semester better. Truth be told, I'm scared that I might choose anatomy as my project for 3rd year. Cause I really like anatomy but I don't know, I never scored well.

Actually yesterday, I went to the funeral for the cadavers. My cadaver was scheduled to be cremated this morning but I didn't really have a friend to go with me today so I went to the funeral yesterday. Initially, I thought we'd be in a large room and we could see the fire being lit up as it engulfs the coffin. Me and my imagination~

It was quite pleasant I think. We all went into the chapel at the crematorium and sat to listen to the persons entitled to deliver the services. The interesting part is, our module convenor was one of the people and she was the last one. Cool giler!

"And surely to our Lord we must return."
(Az-Zukhruf, 43:14)

So, the coffins which were brought into the chapel were put behind the curtains and later, when the curtains were drawn and reopened, they vanished...

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

say my name

I have always wanted to make this post. I planned to do it on my next birthday but that would be another year to wait and by that time who knows? I might not see the world filled with butterflies and rainbows anymore. Kah3.

Anyway, here's a special post by Adlan Wafi:

and now, i have a friend in a nearby county who loves calling me wafi

At the time when I was little, I had always have people around me who call me by the name of Wafi - Mak, Ayah, Opah, Nenek, Atuk...well you get the idea. There were hardly no Adlan-callers :P So, you can tell why my expression lit up when people call me by the name of Wafi. So basically, I had always known by the name of Wafi until I got into primary school. That's the beginning of the era of Adlan.

Did you know that my colleagues in the University of Nottingham call me Wafi? They do actually and I have the tendency to introduce myself as Wafi in the UK just to ensure that Adlan won't dominate. Cause most of my friends call me Adlan and I do want some Wafi-callers around. Essentially, my family calls me Wafi so everytime I hear the name Wafi, it reminds me of home :)

Little did you know that I can remember the people who call me Wafi; cause this would fall under the category of sentimental events so I should have a good memory on that :P

And when people call me Wafi, it sure makes me feel good. I just love the sound of wafi, especially wafie. I just love phonetics! Thanks to Ms Nora Azany, ihik2. You see when people say Wafi, they're pronouncing ˈwɒfi and if you put an "e" at the end so it'll be Wafie, it would sound ˈwɒfiii (^^,)

Nicknames! Now, where do I start? In my life, I've encountered lots and lots of nicknames being thrown at me ranging from tabby cat to telur, and so many others like woff, cute, comel, botak (Irfan calls me botak when I start to become a nuisance to him :P). And not to forget, lan and wafer. I have to say, I've grown quite fond of the latter although I can't imagine being called by that on a daily basis.

Wafi! Call me by this name and you have a high chance of making my day :)
But I have to say that there are several past events which I find quite funny. For example:
HTAR - When I introduced myself as Wafi during CAS when I wanted to donate blood, the nurse exclaimed, "Wafi?? Kamu ni lelaki ke perempuan??" LOL
MRSM TGB - "Jangan panggil dia Wafi! Panggil dia Adlan!" Cikgu Mimi was just being protective I guess, haha. (Jasin students should know why she reacted this way) She gave this remark when other teachers in the Science Unit at the staffroom started calling me Wafi. Lots and lots of them. You can imagine myself in the state of euphoria when I hear my name floating in the air over and over again and I'm just filled with glee.

And I actually decided to publish this post now because of the recent events that took place in November...such as:
3rd - I changed my Facebook profile picture to my name written in khat by a friend from a nearby county who calls me Wafi =)
6th - I was walking along the roadside at Powerleague when someone hollered "WAFI!"  with a smile engraved on his face. Little did he know that he made my day =)
14th - Someone from afar who calls me Wafi dropped by my house to see me =)
21st - Someone (I do know who it was ) woke me up for Subuh by calling me Wafi =)
22nd - Overhearing a conversation via the phone when they refer to me by the name of Wafi =)

Frankly, I love greeting people by their name. It's simply a trait which I learned. Thanks to Ms Devasara, my Modern Mathematics teacher whom highlighted the importance of this little thing. It was one day in SSAAS when she came to the class for the 1st time and said, "Greet me by my name." It's interesting really, to greet people by their names. So I brought in the tradition to KMB (cause it was the first AND only time where I became a class rep, thus more power to influence the style of organisation in class ;P). So, it was fun and all to annunciate my teachers' names everytime they came and left the classroom despite the fact that Ms Iliani didn't like the idea. I bet she enjoyed it deep down inside, heh :P

I guess that is it. Call me adlan, call me wafi. I'm fine with both. You can even call me by my full forename - Adlan Wafi! Like how my Additional Mathematics teacher, Cikgu Juraida from Jasin would usually do. It sounds so cool when people call you by your full name! So that's the story of my name. I'm sure you have yours. Being me, adlan wafi...

Thursday, November 18, 2010

teenage dream

Do you remember the time when you're a teenager?

You kinda have a list of possible future careers:
- a professional badminton player
- a renowned food critic
- a cool CSI agent
- a fit and healthy dietitian
- an articulate lawyer

And you even have this aspiration of getting married young so the age difference between you and your firstborn would not be that large, you're going to open up your own restaurant even if you already have a job just because you love the food industry, you'll be one of the most influential video makers and each of your masterpiece will touch the hearts of many, you want to memorize the Quran by heart, you planned to become a composer or a lyricist so you can produce songs that you had always wanted to sing but you can't because you don't have the gift, you wish to capture lots and lots of inspiring shots with the camera that you have or you hope that you would publish several creative writings just simply because you love to write and you're expressive in that way.

Yeah, the good old times huh? Well, I am impressed really with the human mind. We can have so many wishes especially when we were younger.

But really, what's so different now compared to back then? You're still you. And all those dreams were yours. Sorry, I meant all those dreams ARE yours, insyaAllah.

Did you get the point? Dreams will be dreams as long as you want them to be. You've dreamed them for so long; and it's about time to realize them =)


The Nottingham Advantage Award


Anyway, I'm gonna talk a bit about Nottingham since some of my readers complained that I talked too much about myself :P


Basically, I am now an Award student and thus, I'm gonna complete at least 3 modules during my stay in Nottingham before I graduate in the year 2014. And hopefully, I'll attain the Nottingham Advantage Award along with my double degree. So, my first module is:


Student Associate Scheme!

Actually, I got an email yesterday saying that I got the job, alhamdulillah =)))

I guess I'll be working alongside teachers then, at a local primary school with all those lovely kids (^^,)

I guess I'll be going back to classrooms then, the place where I had always enjoy spending time in (the place where i can actually focus unlike the lecture halls where i'd rather skip and study on my own).

I just can't wait to go back to school!

Frankly, I do relish my teenage years. I was aspired to go further, take a chance and don't ever look back...

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

smile

Long, long time ago, there was an innocent boy by the name of Wafi. He was at the hospital as his parents had just been blessed with another child; which means a little sister for little Wafi! It was at that time when he saw his Opah performing tahnik on Mira; and Wafi, being a curious young lad asked what that was for. Opah thought about the simplest thing to say to her little grandchild and remarked, "so that she would always smile". Little did Opah know that this past event was responsible of her grandson's well being in the present.

From that day forward, I promised myself that I shall smile to the rest of the world...

"Keep the smile" 

"You have a lovely smile"

"Aku suka dengan senyuman kau"

"Geez Adlan, can you please stop smiling?"

"Adlan, senyum la bagi nampak gigi" (my response - tak nak :P)

"Fill in the blank: Adlan Wafi Ramli has never been able to _____.
Stop smiling=)

"Kau banyak senyum, so aku akan panggil kau slimey smiley. Eh, tapi kau pon selalu senyum (while looking at another person who was also in that room)"

And the most popular,

"Adlan, asal kau senyum sorang-sorang?"

Last year, I got a text from my morale booster in Nottingham. "ok no wonder ***** tu ur friend. sama je dua-dua :P" Guess what? This is something that we both share :)

As I go along many phases of life, I apprehended the noteworthiness of smiling and learned that Rasulullah smiles a lot. That made me want to smile even more :)

It's not that hard really...to smile and all. Besides, I practised since I was a kid. Hehe.

(Just happen to love the colours in this photo)

I smile continuously...

Sunday, October 31, 2010

when i look to the sky

There are times when I find myself lying on my bed and staring into the sky. I really like the window in my room. It's not like the others in this house. It would evince the sky whenever I look through it...

My room :)

It was just the other day when I began to appreciate the ipseity of my room. I was lolling on my bed and the sudden sight of the blue sky above caught my eye. I got up and rested my head directly below it so I can have a better perspective through that diagonal glass.

And that was when I saw them - white fluffy clouds began to hover above. I closed my eyes for a while and when I looked to the sky again, the clouds were a few centimetres away. They're drifting gracefully; slowly but surely. As one cloud passes, another one comes into view; in dissimilar shapes and sizes. I wonder, how many diminutive things in life that I often fail to notice. 

The fluffy silhouettes served as a memento for me to be regardful of the greatness of Allah. Why is it so hard for people to cherish these little yet evocative things in life?

Maybe it's because clouds are part of the splendour of the skies.

Maybe it's because we're different.

the

D
R
I
F
T
I
N
G

of

C
L
O
U
D
S

tells stories.

Maybe because...

Monday, September 06, 2010

these boots are made for walkin'

Catchy tak tajuk post ni? Ok, abaikan.

Just to be clear, I wasn't traumatized after the accident sampai tak boleh nak tulis kat blog dah :P

The thing is, I've been very busy these past few weeks and I still am. But anyway, here's a post for you since I just got an idea of what to write about.

Introducing my new pair of shoes...they're waterproof of course!

Erm...firstly, I wanna apologize if you feel annoyed (yeah, right!) cause this is the 2nd post featuring my waterproof shoes...HAHAHAHAHA.
(The first one being the emotional post entitled september)

Ok, so I decided to get a new pair cause the old one is now ripped at some parts and quotidian use in the UK may have vitiated the waterproof feature. (It has now become my jogging shoes during my summer break in Malaysia :D)

Yeah, once my shoes no longer serve the purpose of becoming waterproof thus, I decided to get a new one. Easy, ain't it?

Thinking about this made me ponder - to what extent do we serve our own purpose of living. Had we for even one moment become indifferent towards our responsibility?

9:39
11:57
47:38

These boots are made for walkin'. 
These cool waterproof shoes are made to prevent the wearer's feet from getting wet.
So, what are we made for? Everything has a purpose...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

crash

Location: ELITE Highway, 10.8km
Time: 1800
Day: 7th of Ramadhan 1431 H
Destination: Shah Alam
Vehicle: Honda Accord
The criminal: Adlan Wafi
Passengers: Azizi Al-Hafiz, Syukri Hassan

Crash!

It was raining cats and dogs. Adlan was on his way to send Choki2 to his house in USJ and later, Azizi at KTM Shah Alam. They had previously spent half a day in KMB meeting with teachers and juniors; it was delightful. While maneuvering the car through the heavy downpour, he was slightly diffident of the idea driving in the rain especially with the poor visibility of the road ahead. Azizi advised him to reduce the speed. He obliged. And then, the rain subsided and his view became more vivid. He was grateful and continued his journey.

Soon after, the rain became more menacing although the situation was not as precarious as before. He was on the middle lane and he was close to entering the exit to USJ. And it happened! 

The car in front braked and all he could do was to brake as well. Suddenly, the tyres in front swirled to the left...thus, the whole car spins a complete 180 degrees and CRASH!

The front part part of the car hit the divider and thankfully, everyone was okay...
 
Visual aid

So, Azizi & Syuk asked if I was ok. And yeah, I was. I went outside to take a look and ya Allah, teruk jugak. So, I decided to call my mum.

Adlan: "Mak, Wafi accident."
Mak: "WAFIIIII!!!" (she sounded as if she was about to cry, huhu...sori Mak)
Adlan: "Mak, Wafi ok...Wafi ok."
 
And I could actually hear a hint of relief in her tone of voice. She said don't do anything until she arrives and don't tell my dad about it so that he won't be worried of me.

So, only about an hour later, did help arrived. The tow truck came and off we went into my mum's car. My mum told me that she was talking to my dad 5 minutes before I called and guess what's the topic of their discussion? Me! Dad was asking if I had arrived home. My mum explained that my dad rarely asked whether or not I had arrived home whenever I go off driving somewhere. And I was like...wow! Maybe betul kata Syuk, "firasat seorang bapa".

I was feeling really bad for both Azizi and Syuk as they were supposed to have iftar with their family members at home, instead they had iftar with me -_-"

So, eventually my dad calls my mum again. This time, it was time to let him know what had happened. My mum gave her phone to me and all the time, I kept hearing my dad's voice asking if I was okay..."Wafi okay?" over and over again. And aku rasa terharu macam nak nangis sebab Mak dengan Ayah sangat sayangkan aku :')

So, we dropped Azizi off at KTM Subang around 8.30pm and he said "thanks for the experience". Ok, at least he's positive. And Syuk benevolently agreed to show us the way to  the Balai Polis and he stayed with us till about 11.00pm. Syuk kept asking if I was okay since the accident happened; even when we're at the police station at night and he kept putting his arms around me. Huhuhu.

And that's what happened yesterday...

Firstly, I'm not traumatized. I really am okay. But I was nervous when I was interviewed by the sergeant (it was like another medical interview).  It's just that I feel bad, frustrated and guilty. Aku banyak menyusahkan orang - I made my parents worried sooooo much, Azizi's and Syukri's plans for the night was cancelled because of me, and all other people - passers-by who stopped by and asked if I need any help, polis, pak cik tow truck, etc.

Nevertheless, 
Alhamdulillah, no one got hurt. 
Alhamdulillah, I didn't hit anyone.
Alhamdulillah, there were no cars in the left lane.
Alhamdulillah, the tyres swirled to the left instead of to the right.
Alhamdulillah, It wasn't that serious as most people said (but to me, it is).
Alhamdulillah, Azizi and Syukri weren't hurt (if anything happened to them, I'm not sure how I can live with it for the rest of my life). 

Hikmahnya...my mum gets to meet Azizi and Syukri. Ihik2. 

Ibrahnya...Adlan Wafi, jangan bawa laju-laju masa hujan. Ish3. Alhamdulillah, Allah saved us from a fatal accident. Allah gave us a chance to continue our lives in this world. Maybe Allah wants to teach me how to drive in heavy downpour (Aku pernah drive masa hujan lebat tapi tak pernah drive waktu hujan lebat gilerrrr). Allah gave me an early warning in life so I wouldn't have the tendency to do it in the future. Allah saved us. Oh and by the way, there goes my clean record of zero accidents...

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

do it

On my table, there's this piece of paper where I'd write a list of things to do, I call it the Stress Paper!

 My current stress paper

Let's flashback! I remembered having this Stress Paper since my years in MRSM TGB (Jasin) and I guess I've become more organized as time goes by, alhamdulillah.

It's not that I usually forget what to be done. This paper has a psychological purpose - the more things to be done on the list, the more stressful I be (ok, it's more appropriate to write "the more stressful I should be"). On the other hand, the more things get accomplished, the more contented I would be.

So, why do I brag on this piece of paper? Well silly, it's about setting aims and goals especially in this month of Ramadhan. Come on, I know you do have your own goals thus, surely you want to get it done, right?

After all, we don't even know for sure if we will meet Ramadhan  again next year. So, set your aims and do it...

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

natural

Muhammad Izzuddin Iliyes once compared dakwah to solat.

Bayangkan orang tu kata, "Eh, aku tak layak buat dakwah!"

Renungkan.

Sekarang, bayangkan orang tu kata, "Eh, aku tak layak solat!"

lol! kelakar giler.

Hence, Izzuddin continued, "Nak tak nak, dakwah tu memang kita kena buat. Dakwah itu..."

And I completed the sentence with the 1st word that popped into my mind - Natural~

In Southampton, I wrote my name in the sands of summer...
91:8

It's simply natural; it's up to us to choose which road shall we take...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

how sweet it is

"awww...so sweet!"

Who'd knew that we would come up with a catchphrase for our Sabah Relief Mission? :P

The last sunset
Kota Kinabalu, Sabah

Well, it's been a wonderful 7 days journey in Sabah (8th - 14th July 2010) as students from Ireland, UK and CUCMS went to SMK Desa Kencana, Felda Sahabat, Lahad Datu hoping that our presence would actually be beneficial.

It began with a 12 hour roller-coaster ride inside a bus which departed from KKIA right before Maghrib and throughout the journey, I've experienced several adrenaline rushes. The roads were treacherous and there were no lights at the sides, thus inevitably promoting zikrul maut into the hearts of those who were awake or partially conscious in their seats. Then, at some point while in the bus, we eventually came to a place where we can see lights from the houses or stalls that were around a valley. It was pretty, really. I would have taken a picture of it but I was too tired to grab my ZR1...

Let's flashback for a while...

It was night time in Nottingham and suddenly Adlan got a message on Facebook (he loves the message system on FB, cause he could see all the previous messages as if it was written in as a conversation. And he likes to reminisce; especially with his ability to revive past sentimental events within his mind. Plus, even if the other person deletes it, the messages in his inbox would be unaffected thus, preventing his emotions to become unstable for the rest of the week - like when you write on a person's wall and that person deletes it...PERGH!!! Koyak siot). It was Ina (Amal O, one of the J Club 7) who invited him to join Sabah Relief Mission during the summer holidays in Malaysia. 


Yeah, Adlan loves this stuff but he knows he doesn't want to take too much workload and in the end, nothing gets completed -_-" But since Ina said it would not take too much time or energy, Adlan decided to take it into consideration and after discussing the matter at hand with his parents and some of his friends which were carefully selected, he decided to give it a go. Alhamdulillah, it went extremely well ;)

Let's keep it brief, here are some of the things that happened in Sabah:

This was the school where we had our sunathon.
Yup, I got to inject local anesthetic and even did some suturing.
(Tangan menggeletar tu biasa bagi orang yang baru mencuba :D)

We provided free health checkup that very morning when we arrived at the school

This was when we had our motivational session with the students.
As you can see, they're all cheerful and delighted to meet us, hehe. I even showed them the video which I recorded with Syakir when it was snowing for the first time in Nottingham :D

This is the beach where we all would go to when we feel like crying...

Yeah, we also had a singing competition. Ok, kidding. We sang Laskar Pelangi by Nidji in the end of the flying sharing session.

And here we were in Kundasang where the kid in the picture suddenly became everyone's centre of attention

This was in Kinabalu Park Complex where lots of photography sessions were held as some of us got lost in the woods.

And here I was; buying some edible souvenirs to be taken back home

Such sweet smiley faces in a place so salty, hehe

This was the place where we can get souvenirs (but I heard there's a cheaper place, Kampung Air if I'm not mistaken) and also the place where mobile sellers would move around selling stuff ranging from N97 to Gucci sunglasses begging so that they can go back home. You shouldn't stop walking or they'll come for you :P

And here is everyone!

It's intersting really; I got to meet the great people of CUCMS (who taught us how to do it) - Prof Latiff, Prof Ikram, Radhi, Sha, Imran, Halim, Farid, Omar, Afiq, Raja, Farhana, Bee, Niza. Also some sisters from Russia but didn't get to know all of them.

Moreover, I got to know my seniors AND a lot of them are from KMB (tak sedar pon masa awal-awal). The seniors - Zain, Syakila, Mayura, Sophia, Ikin, Shira, Asma, Erni, Gembo, Iqbal, Athirah.


Lastly, I got to meet the people of the same batch as I am with some of them which I never had the chance to be sengal with (till we're in Sabah). The people of my batch are - Mozac, Ali, Luqman, Pizu, Yahya, Hazwan, Zuhri, Lyn, Yan, AdD, Lisa and of course, Ina.

Allah, thanks for everything! So sweet!!!

"Erti hidup pada memberi" 

Selagi kita hidup, selagi tu kita kena memberi...betul tak Cha?

I just love blue

That's all from Adlan Wafi and that's all from being me...

revolutionists

Visa Guidelines

Disclaimer: Everything that I have written in this article would not confirm your success in applying for a visa. It is intended to be an explanation of the things that I have done in order for me to get a Tier 4 Visa to begin my work as an FY1 doctor.

29th July - I got my visa today from DX! Alhamdulillah :)

The document which I used as a basis of my decision can be found on this link - click me

TIMELINE

14th July - My supporting docs arrived at Visa
16th July - Date of letter to invite me for the Biometric enrolment
19th July - I went to the Post Office for Visa Biometric enrolment
25th July - Received a DX delivery card for my visa because no one was around at home huhu

DOCUMENTS REQUIRED (in my opinion)

1. The ones listed on the cover sheet. For me:
Current passport and previous passport (which contained Tier 4 Visa for medschool) and 2 passport photos

2. A letter of unconditional consent from MARA.

This is based on this section on the Visa Guidance

"54. If you are currently financially sponsored by a government or an international scholarship
agency, or your financial sponsorship ended within 12 months of your application being
made, you will need your sponsor’s permission to stay in or re-enter the UK. You must
provide us with your financial sponsor’s unconditional consent in writing. This must confirm
that your sponsor has no objection to you continuing your studies in the UK. If your financial
sponsor does not give consent, we will refuse the application."

page 8 of 78

Method: Call MARA and explain to them that you would like this letter. Email MARA with your full name, passport no, name of hospital for FY1 and your Foundation School. E.g. Royal Preston Hospital, North Western Foundation School

3. Bank statements

The amount for outside of London is £1640. So I sent them a bank statement which is dated within 31 days of my application and the money has been held in the account for 28 days consecutively

4. CAS letter

I just printed it out from the email

5. BMedSci and BMBS degree

Yeah, I actually posted both degrees lol. This is because in the CAS letter, it states that the evidence required to obtain the letter is my degree. Hence, the reason why I did that. In addition, I chose "I have an academic qualification, at least
equivalent to a UK Bachelor's degree, taught in
English" as an evidence to demonstrate my English language ability. So, I think these degrees would be sufficient.

6. Cover sheet

Which you can print off after submitting your application

All the best!!