As of today it has been a month since I first taught anatomy this year to the second year students, both as a part-time and full time contract-basis lecturer.
What surprised me most is that I think I know more about anatomy now than when I was a DVM students even with the experienced anatomy lecturer, Dr Menon.
I guess it is the mental thing. Then, it was stressful just trying to remember all the latin words. But now, with all the working experience, especially in pathology, things seem not to be so greek to me.
Well, in reality I am a pathologist, not an anatomist. But I am an anatomic pathologist, so anatomy is nothing new to me.
I try as much as possible to integrate plain anatomy with histology, pathology and even some diseases. By this I hope students will appreciate more the subject that many think as being dry and dead.
I want my students to be appreciative of anatomy so that they can become excellent animal scientist later on.
The first anatomy test is looming in the horizon. It is set to be on the coming Wednesday. I hope the students are well prepared for the test and will do well in it.
On the 18th day as a full time Associate Professor I think I am now in the right gear to continue my second working life as an academician. I am sure I will be able to achieve what I have set my mind to do to fill whatever remaining years of my life in this world.
So here I come as a full-fledged academician trying my best to pass on knowledge and experience to our younger generation. To Allah I pray that all the knowledge gathered all these while remain in my mind and not lost to forgetfulness that comes with age.
Let me be useful to the students and society in general. There are still lots of things to do.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Italian food at Papadelli
A salute to Ramli, my brother in-law the owner of Chukai's latest and fanciest restaurant, Papadelli (I'm not sure about the spelling).
Actually he has two branches - one in KSB (more of an open cafe) and his second one is next to the Bomba on a shop lot facing the river.
You just wouldn't like to miss this one, believe me.
The service is akin to a 5-star hotel's restaurant but the price, much lower.
The ambience is what comfy is all about and it is just outright appetizing - bon appetite!
What I love there? You mean the food?
WEll first of all I love her grilled salmon. It is done to perfection and the salmon just melt on your tongue man.
Next is the BBQ spring chicken. It is superdelicious. Ask my son Syafiq if you don't believe me.
I love the sharkfin soup too. In fact everybody in the family love it.
Even the humble french fry is superb here.
I am not talking about the spaghetti and pasta yet.
The ala Ramli style fried rice is Amirul's favourite.
Well Lee, come over for dinner at Pappadelli.
Actually he has two branches - one in KSB (more of an open cafe) and his second one is next to the Bomba on a shop lot facing the river.
You just wouldn't like to miss this one, believe me.
The service is akin to a 5-star hotel's restaurant but the price, much lower.
The ambience is what comfy is all about and it is just outright appetizing - bon appetite!
What I love there? You mean the food?
WEll first of all I love her grilled salmon. It is done to perfection and the salmon just melt on your tongue man.
Next is the BBQ spring chicken. It is superdelicious. Ask my son Syafiq if you don't believe me.
I love the sharkfin soup too. In fact everybody in the family love it.
Even the humble french fry is superb here.
I am not talking about the spaghetti and pasta yet.
The ala Ramli style fried rice is Amirul's favourite.
Well Lee, come over for dinner at Pappadelli.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
FISH & CHIPS ANYONE?
Food stalls, little and big, were mushrooming everywhere with the advent of Ramadhan. In almost every corner and available spaces by the road-sides you could see them selling cookies, lauk and juices.
Like always, Malaysians are in too deep thinking about what to relish during breakfast after their long dawn-to-dusk 'starvation & thirst'.
This time around as you know I spent 5 days in a week observing fasting alone. You also probably would have known by now that I am just too plain lazy to go out and buy food and drinks for iftar.
I would rather rely on bread dipped in hot plain tea if I have to. Hj Sanadi, my landlord, was generous and caring enough to provide a rice cooker, a stove and a gas cylinder on the eve of Ramadhan so that I could cook something.
Last weekend my wife bought me a non-stick pan and some plastic laddle and spatulas with it.
So for the last three evenings there I was preparing simple but just as equally nutritious if not delicious food for breakfast and syahur. Food like fish & chips, steamed white rice, canned beef, tuna and chicken curry and for drink I rely on my favourite guava juice.
Disliking any sort of sauce, fish & chips are consumed just like that, bland and tasteless, but that is what I like.
Heated canned food is kind of appetizing when taken in steaming hot.
With that kind of arrangement I know that I won't face much difficulty observing Ramadhan as usual.
It is a bit lonely though having to prepare, serve and eat alone! Anyone care to join me?
Like always, Malaysians are in too deep thinking about what to relish during breakfast after their long dawn-to-dusk 'starvation & thirst'.
This time around as you know I spent 5 days in a week observing fasting alone. You also probably would have known by now that I am just too plain lazy to go out and buy food and drinks for iftar.
I would rather rely on bread dipped in hot plain tea if I have to. Hj Sanadi, my landlord, was generous and caring enough to provide a rice cooker, a stove and a gas cylinder on the eve of Ramadhan so that I could cook something.
Last weekend my wife bought me a non-stick pan and some plastic laddle and spatulas with it.
So for the last three evenings there I was preparing simple but just as equally nutritious if not delicious food for breakfast and syahur. Food like fish & chips, steamed white rice, canned beef, tuna and chicken curry and for drink I rely on my favourite guava juice.
Disliking any sort of sauce, fish & chips are consumed just like that, bland and tasteless, but that is what I like.
Heated canned food is kind of appetizing when taken in steaming hot.
With that kind of arrangement I know that I won't face much difficulty observing Ramadhan as usual.
It is a bit lonely though having to prepare, serve and eat alone! Anyone care to join me?
Monday, August 16, 2010
FULFILLMENT OF ONE OF MY LAST CHILDHOOD WISH
Amalia told me that I tend to be more restless, uneasy and did things in a panicky sort of way of late and according to her this such was more pronounced after I bought the E200 Kompressor.
Well, she might be right in certain points.
Others will be driving such a car proudly. No, not me. I felt uneasy and almost too undeserving to finally own one and be driving it.
Well it was not cheap. I bought it not to show off or anything like that. I bought it just to fulfill one of the last of my childhood dream, that was to own a Mercedes!
It is kind of strange to see my childhood wish being fulfilled after my retirement. People might be wondering why.
To me it is sort of paying or is it rewarding me for all the trouble I have been through, from a child to a man of my age now. I have struggled you know to be where I was and also to bring up my family through thick and thin.
Come to think of it I think I deserve it. Let me spend the rest of my life driving one.
Recalling back all the years I was in the service, I think I have not done much to me personally as I have done to each and everyone in my family.
Just have a look at my wardrobe (I don't even have a good wardrobe). The number of shirts and trousers that I have can easily be counted using my fingers.
My father once said'" You have only a pair of working shoes? I have three when I was working."
Well of course I have to depart with lots of dough in getting it. But who can deny my wish?
We have been searching for used E200K for quite sometimes now. We have been to KL just looking around but found none.
Then one day as I was driving into Kuantan the coastal road, there it was. My wife first saw it and we decided to stop to have a look at it on our way home.
Stop we did and we fell in love with the car as soon as we laid eyes on it. It was Obsidian black and with one owner, a company director.
I called a friend and he promised to bring a JKR technician to scrutinize and test drive the car the next day/
The next day Syafiq and I arrived early at the car shop. They came and after checking the car physically, we test drove the car around town.
The technician told me that the engine was very good, especially the transmission system.
The price first quoted was steep, but after haggling we managed to reach at a price slightly cheaper than the others that we have seen.
The one in KL had a fabric seat, quite worn out as far as we could see. The engine too was not as well kept.
So we finally agree to buy the car. The bank too surprised us a lot. No guarantor was required as first mentioned. The process took a mere three days for final approval. It took Syafiq longer to get his scrambler approved!
For the time being the car sits in our garage waiting for me to come home on Thursday evening. It too is a weekend passenger car, just like me a weekend husband!
Well, she might be right in certain points.
Others will be driving such a car proudly. No, not me. I felt uneasy and almost too undeserving to finally own one and be driving it.
Well it was not cheap. I bought it not to show off or anything like that. I bought it just to fulfill one of the last of my childhood dream, that was to own a Mercedes!
It is kind of strange to see my childhood wish being fulfilled after my retirement. People might be wondering why.
To me it is sort of paying or is it rewarding me for all the trouble I have been through, from a child to a man of my age now. I have struggled you know to be where I was and also to bring up my family through thick and thin.
Come to think of it I think I deserve it. Let me spend the rest of my life driving one.
Recalling back all the years I was in the service, I think I have not done much to me personally as I have done to each and everyone in my family.
Just have a look at my wardrobe (I don't even have a good wardrobe). The number of shirts and trousers that I have can easily be counted using my fingers.
My father once said'" You have only a pair of working shoes? I have three when I was working."
Well of course I have to depart with lots of dough in getting it. But who can deny my wish?
We have been searching for used E200K for quite sometimes now. We have been to KL just looking around but found none.
Then one day as I was driving into Kuantan the coastal road, there it was. My wife first saw it and we decided to stop to have a look at it on our way home.
Stop we did and we fell in love with the car as soon as we laid eyes on it. It was Obsidian black and with one owner, a company director.
I called a friend and he promised to bring a JKR technician to scrutinize and test drive the car the next day/
The next day Syafiq and I arrived early at the car shop. They came and after checking the car physically, we test drove the car around town.
The technician told me that the engine was very good, especially the transmission system.
The price first quoted was steep, but after haggling we managed to reach at a price slightly cheaper than the others that we have seen.
The one in KL had a fabric seat, quite worn out as far as we could see. The engine too was not as well kept.
So we finally agree to buy the car. The bank too surprised us a lot. No guarantor was required as first mentioned. The process took a mere three days for final approval. It took Syafiq longer to get his scrambler approved!
For the time being the car sits in our garage waiting for me to come home on Thursday evening. It too is a weekend passenger car, just like me a weekend husband!
A MARRIED BACHELOR / WEEKEND HUSBAND
Yesterday as I was hurriedly leaving for Kuala Terengganu, I put on two different sandals - one my newly bought Bonia and the other belonged to Syafiq. I only realised this as I stopped at Rantau Abang mosque for subuh prayer!
I am beginning to get myself acquainted with living as a married bachelor or rather a weekend husband now. It has been more than two weeks now that I have started joining the academia.
I usually travel to KT Sunday morning, at around 5.00 and reach UNISZA's City Campus at just after 7.00.
From Sunday to Thursday I stay at a homestay-turned-rented house in PERMINT PERDANA Seberang Takir. Well it is kind of steep, I mean the rental. I have to fish out RM700 for the RM64,000 medium cost house.
I could not complain much though for the house is fully furnished and air-conditioned. The owner, Hj. Sanadi, a famous optometrist in Terengganu was too generous when he bought me a new set of sofa, a cupboard and a stove for me to have a go at cooking during Ramadhan fasting.
The house is also strategically located, in the middle between City campus and also to the main campus, where we would be transferred after Aidilfitri.
Yesterday, I cooked for breakfast and syahur! Well, nothing much but straight from the can - canned tuna curry, beef curry and roasted chicken I bought from a stall nearby.
It was very filling all right!
With a room and a computer I now can sit down and plan what to do to be an effective academic staff. One thing at a time yesterday I filled my time preparing lecture notes on animal digestive system.
With my newly bought Mercedes Benz E200 Kompressor left idle back home I started to miss the car. But I have no choice, cannot bring it now as parking space is woefully limited. May be I will drive it when we have moved to the new faculty building later.
I am beginning to get myself acquainted with living as a married bachelor or rather a weekend husband now. It has been more than two weeks now that I have started joining the academia.
I usually travel to KT Sunday morning, at around 5.00 and reach UNISZA's City Campus at just after 7.00.
From Sunday to Thursday I stay at a homestay-turned-rented house in PERMINT PERDANA Seberang Takir. Well it is kind of steep, I mean the rental. I have to fish out RM700 for the RM64,000 medium cost house.
I could not complain much though for the house is fully furnished and air-conditioned. The owner, Hj. Sanadi, a famous optometrist in Terengganu was too generous when he bought me a new set of sofa, a cupboard and a stove for me to have a go at cooking during Ramadhan fasting.
The house is also strategically located, in the middle between City campus and also to the main campus, where we would be transferred after Aidilfitri.
Yesterday, I cooked for breakfast and syahur! Well, nothing much but straight from the can - canned tuna curry, beef curry and roasted chicken I bought from a stall nearby.
It was very filling all right!
With a room and a computer I now can sit down and plan what to do to be an effective academic staff. One thing at a time yesterday I filled my time preparing lecture notes on animal digestive system.
With my newly bought Mercedes Benz E200 Kompressor left idle back home I started to miss the car. But I have no choice, cannot bring it now as parking space is woefully limited. May be I will drive it when we have moved to the new faculty building later.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Here I am scribing again
Yesterday I brought the second year Animal Science students on an exhumation exercise in Kg Tok Jembal, in Zuki's horse farm.
It was not what you are expecting. There was no one murdered or anything like that. It was the digging up and collection of skeleton of a horse buried there almost one year ago.
The exercise was painstaking and exhaustive, to say the least. Students had to take turns in digging up the horse's grave.
The sandy grave made the work more difficult as it kept on falling as mini avalanches as we got deeper.
Blisters started forming on students' hands and fingers as they zealously worked their way down.
Reaching four, five feet and there was still no signs of the dead horse. We almost gave up.
Then a few flies flew in - a sure sign of something rotten.
The students kept on going. Then there was a tarpaulin and a piece of long rope unearthed. Opening up the material covering the dead horse, they slowly and painstakingly began collecting the bones.
The frustration and despair were suddenly transformed into joy and jubilation. Everybody was excited collecting and identifying the bones.
The first bone unearthed was the humerus. Then came the carpals, the radius and ulna, the scapula.
Finally, at five something I called it a day. We had collected 98% of the bones, even the hyoid bone. WE missed the fourth third phalange though.
Exhausted and sweaty, I left the city campus at 6.20 and went straight to the Yunnan's rice chicken shop at Batu Buruk for a rather late lunch.
After lunch I continued to Maidin for some juice and canned fruits and tuna for the first Ramadhan's syahur.
Tired, I called it a day at 9.00.
It was not what you are expecting. There was no one murdered or anything like that. It was the digging up and collection of skeleton of a horse buried there almost one year ago.
The exercise was painstaking and exhaustive, to say the least. Students had to take turns in digging up the horse's grave.
The sandy grave made the work more difficult as it kept on falling as mini avalanches as we got deeper.
Blisters started forming on students' hands and fingers as they zealously worked their way down.
Reaching four, five feet and there was still no signs of the dead horse. We almost gave up.
Then a few flies flew in - a sure sign of something rotten.
The students kept on going. Then there was a tarpaulin and a piece of long rope unearthed. Opening up the material covering the dead horse, they slowly and painstakingly began collecting the bones.
The frustration and despair were suddenly transformed into joy and jubilation. Everybody was excited collecting and identifying the bones.
The first bone unearthed was the humerus. Then came the carpals, the radius and ulna, the scapula.
Finally, at five something I called it a day. We had collected 98% of the bones, even the hyoid bone. WE missed the fourth third phalange though.
Exhausted and sweaty, I left the city campus at 6.20 and went straight to the Yunnan's rice chicken shop at Batu Buruk for a rather late lunch.
After lunch I continued to Maidin for some juice and canned fruits and tuna for the first Ramadhan's syahur.
Tired, I called it a day at 9.00.
Monday, August 2, 2010
REPORTING DUTY
Yesterday, 1 August, I reported duty at Universiti Sultan Zainal Abidin, City Campus.
That was after securing a Home-stay-turned rented house in PERMINT Perdana in Kg Batin. The rental was horribly high for such a house. It was RM700, but having no other alternative, I just said yes. It was fully furnished and air-conditioned though.
There were still incomplete forms to be returned to the Registrar office. For that I had to drive around KT looking for Commissioner of Oath office, getting my photographs taken and getting the Duty stamp marked at LHDN office.
It took me almost three long sweating hours to get all of them completed. Why? Finding a parking space in KT was almost impossible and walking in all new long-sleeved shirt and very tight brand new Bonia leather shoes was killing my feet!
Only at 12.30 I went and see the Dean. He then invited us for lunch.
Then I received a call from the Motorcycle store in Kemaman telling that Syafiq's scrambler was ready. It could only be let out with my presence as there were papers to be signed.
So, I rushed home and got there just half an hour before the store closed for the day.
Syafiq was excited to have a brand new Scrambler.
That was after securing a Home-stay-turned rented house in PERMINT Perdana in Kg Batin. The rental was horribly high for such a house. It was RM700, but having no other alternative, I just said yes. It was fully furnished and air-conditioned though.
There were still incomplete forms to be returned to the Registrar office. For that I had to drive around KT looking for Commissioner of Oath office, getting my photographs taken and getting the Duty stamp marked at LHDN office.
It took me almost three long sweating hours to get all of them completed. Why? Finding a parking space in KT was almost impossible and walking in all new long-sleeved shirt and very tight brand new Bonia leather shoes was killing my feet!
Only at 12.30 I went and see the Dean. He then invited us for lunch.
Then I received a call from the Motorcycle store in Kemaman telling that Syafiq's scrambler was ready. It could only be let out with my presence as there were papers to be signed.
So, I rushed home and got there just half an hour before the store closed for the day.
Syafiq was excited to have a brand new Scrambler.
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