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

Sunday, January 22, 2012

innocent

This is a story about a boy who loves eating carrots..

Pada suatu ketika, ada seorang kanak-kanak lelaki yang dilahirkan dalam sebuah keluarga yang dilimpahi kasih sayang. Seperti kanak-kanak lain dalam umur 6 tahun, mindanya dipenuhi dengan fikiran yang kebudak-budakan...dia sangat rapat dan mahukan perhatian Mak dan Ayah. Bukannya Mak & Ayah tak hiraukan dia, cuma dia kadang-kadang nak tahu kalau dia memang diperlukan atau memang dimahui oleh keluarganya. Dia sangat suka mengugut dengan mengeluarkan kata-kata yang mengejutkan, sepert "bunuh diri karang" bila ayahnya marah atau apabila maknya memberi teguran. "Mak dengan Ayah betul-betul sayang ke?" "Mak dengan Ayah suka ke kalau kita takde?" Itulah antara lontaran fikiran yang berlegar-legar di dalam fikiran anak kecil ini.

Kadang-kadang, dia tak faham kenapa Ayah selalu memarahinya. Dia masih kecil dan dunianya hanyalah dalam lingkungan dirinya sendiri. Tipikal kanak-kanak.

Tibalah suatu hari, ditakdirkan Ayah memarahi kanak-kanak lelaki ini dalam perjalanan pulang ke rumah. Ketika berada di dalam kereta, dia hanya melayan perasaannya yang sedih, kecewa..apa yang patut dilakukannya ketika tiba di rumah nanti untuk menunjukkan dirinya yang sedang merajuk kepada keluarganya.

Setelah keluar dari kereta, dia pon berkata "Nak larikan diri dari rumah."

Kata-katanya ditujukan kepada ayahnya yang baru keluar dari kereta, maknya sudah lama masuk ke dalam rumah.

Dia sedang menguji ayahnya dan menantikan jawapan yang akan menentukan tindakan kanak-kanak lelaki ini yang seterusnya.

"Larilah" ujar Ayah; tanpa melihat ke arahnya.

Begitu kecewa perasaannya. Itu bukanlah apa yang hendak didengarinya. Dia pun melihat ke hadapan; jalan raya terbentang untuk menantikan langkah pertamanya untuk melarikan diri dari rumah yang telah didiami bersama keluarga yang tercinta. Tetapi hanya kerana satu pertanyaan untuk menguji ayahnya, sanggup dia menggadaikan segala-galanya. Suasana malam yang sepi seolah-olah melengkapi perasaan sedih lagi gelisah yang bermain di dalam diri.

Dia pun memulakan langkah ke arah kegelapan malam yang hanya disinari dengan lampu neon di tepi jalan.

Kemudian, dia terdengar sesuatu yang dia nantikan.

"Wafi~" keluar perkataan tersebut dari mulut Ayah.

Perfect. That's exactly what he wanted to hear.

He turned back, walked into his house knowing that he's wanted, he's loved, he's needed.

It was just a test in his childish mind. In fact, he couldn't even recall if he had ever done any more threats after this incident.

Cause he already had the answer.

-END-

Some of the stories I've written in this blog are filled with ambiguity. I leave it to you to understand it through your own way.

Because to me, past events are the key elements that make up who we are today.

And I suddenly remembered this incident a few days ago...

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

decode

People really do have different levels of sensitivity..

Most of us, I'm sure are aware of the saying, "treat others how you wish to be treated" and many other forms of these quotes.

E.g.

Dionne Warwick - I treat others exactly the way I want to be treated.

Well Dionne Warwick, I bet you know that's not enough.

Why?

Let's just say 2 events in the last few days inspired me to write this post.

It's great really that most of us are good at putting ourselves in other person's shoes. Good stuff!

But you have to realize, the levels of sensitivity of each and every individual are different.

Example 1 - Frape!

Ariadne thought it would be funny to frape Cobb's FB by making a status about marriage and so she did it. Don't say she's a bad girl. She did imagine herself being fraped in the same way and she'd be fine with it. In fact, she'd laugh about it since she taught it was quite witty. 

Well, well, when Cobb found out about it, he didn't even laughed. He was offended and enraged about the situation. That wasn't what Ariadne was expecting and she was baffled by the unexpected reaction.

The problem:
Ariadne did put herself in Cobb's shoes but that's not enough. She needs to know how Cobb himself would feel if he was fraped.

Ariadne imagined herself being fraped - GOOD!
Ariadne DIDN'T imagine Cobb being fraped - BAD GIRL!

Example 2 - Leaving your housemate at night

Imagine a house where all the housemates left one of them at home (a temporary one doesn't count).

All of them left without even a FB message, a text on the phone, a notice after praying together.

Now, this is the problem.

All other housemates thought they'd be cool if they themselves were the ones to be left alone at home - GOOD!
All other housemates didn't consider how the one left behind would feel when they leave him - BAD HOUSEMATES!

Hmmm, people do have different levels of sensitivity.

So Dionne Warwick, before we treat others, we have to imagine how the people themselves would feel when we treat them in a certain way..

ESPECIALLY if they are the ones closest to us~

Cause I myself would usually end up hurting those who are close to me.

And that's why I began to pray that I would be more sensitive and to avoid hurting others.

Sebab sangat penting untuk kita jaga hati saudara kita.

And me myself am trying to decode other's feelings...

revolutionists