GLOCCOVNAA is an abbreviation for 'Great Life of Conflict, Climax or Virtually Nothing At All'. That was the long and ridiculous name I came out for my blog when I was 18 years old. Do click on the colourful icons on the right to check out different types of posts in this blog.

28 April, 2013

Closer To The Sky

Let me confess, I am not a hiker or climber. I have horrible stamina and I don't have any fancy equipment for hiking, not even a decent shoe. Despite being a noob, I have challenged myself again and again at 3-4 occasions to get a better view from a higher ground.

Disclaimer: To all hikers out there, don't be offended when I show my ridiculous footwear.

I remember my first climbing experience was when I went with a bunch of friends to Bukit Broga. It was a new experience for me to be holding a flash light with one hand and a tree branch with the other while the surrounding was pitch black. Every checkpoint we reached gave a sense of achievement I have yet to experience then.

We even had a crazy music video shoot at the third checkpoint where there were huge insects flying everywhere and some unusual rock formations. To get to the 4th and final checkpoint, we had to get up a path that was close to vertical with a conveniently placed rope. Then there was the thought, how do I get down from here?
I think the next time I climbed or hiked was at Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh. It hardly counts as a hike the path, with exception of the final stretch, were fairly gentle. It was new year's eve that time, it was freezing cold at 3-4°C and there was evidence of near gale winds for days all around Scotland. I started climbing the moment I arrived at Edinburgh from Glasgow, with minimal luggage. I did not feel any discomfort although I was wearing my worn out Fila shoes and one layer of windbreaker. The climb was very nice from the start till 3/4 of the journey, when strong wind was blowing against me and the temperature made me gasp for warm air like an asthmatic patient. I was lucky I chose the best time to climb because the sky was clear that day and the view was phenomenal.

Then after my finals, I went for a trip to Isle of Skye where there were tonnes of lovely places to hike. The guided tour brought me to a place called Bioda Buidhe, a hill around the north east portion of Skye. After watching so many documentaries about the natural wonders of Skye and seeing amazing sights like the Old Man of Storr, hiking up Bioda Buidhe was a dream come true. The air was fresher than anywhere I have been and the view was breathtaking. The hike was quite gentle also, though there some parts that were steeper. The biggest problem was avoiding sheep stool that may seem easy but they are everywhere.
Perhaps the most difficult climb I have ever experienced was at Bukit Tabur (Klang Gate). This limestone ridge along the corner of Kuala Lumpur also has one of the best panorama of the Klang Gate Dam as well as the city at certain points of the climb. My friend who lives around Taman Melawati guided us along the steep and slippery paths while telling us how dangerous the climb was. We did not actually reach the peak or some check point at the very top but I was personally satisfied with the view I captured with my camera. I think the hardest part of the climb was not going up but going back down. Climbing up had its own issues like getting hold of branches and balancing on narrow walkways. But the climb down goes with the flow of gravity and simple tasks like finding a safe and stable rock to lower our feet becomes much more important. It was much more tiring than other hikes but company of friends makes it much more rewarding.

Well climbing is always a lot of fun. I heard there is a nice jungle trekking area around Kuantan near Telok Cempedak. One day I'll give it a try...


12 April, 2013

H&N: Tough Life

This afternoon during lunch, my friend told me something so apparent I fail to care... I have been a PRP for over 4 freaking months!!! I have one comment about this, working life is definitely not what I expected when during my university days.

May you rest in peace, my friend!
Last few weeks have been tough for some reason. It all started when my handphone just died for some reason. My cute little phone that I bought in Glasgow for £99 traveled with me wherever I went for the past 1.5 years. Looking at the "carcass" of my old friend brings back all those memories of my trips and how much I enjoyed a tiny gadget that doubles as my MP3 player and map. I mentioned before in my solo travelling post that my phone fed me with sweet Kpop compiled into a playlist which accompanied me throughout all my journeys, kept me sane at times and gave me strength to continue walking. I just bought a new phone which has a much bigger screen, better OS and smoother graphics, but things just aren't the same without my faithful friend.
Then I was greeted with "wonderful" news that we PRPs at the hospital had to do research despite protests (thanks to some complains from other hospitals). Initially it was definitely stressful but our group has many really enthusiastic members and good guidance from our preceptor, who is equally, if not more enthusiastic. Things were rough at the start as expected, we had to meet many times, gather and read a bunch of journals and complete a proposal in order to get approval of our plan. Based on our current progress, I would say we are on the right track thus far. Hopefully things will go smoothly throughout, I can't bear anymore troubles coming at me...

And yes, PRP life is tough as the title implies. My day goes by like Lego blocks, fixed up then bashed apart, then fixed up again to start the new day and the cycle goes on. Not sure whether you get that metaphor... In a way, it made me work harder to find out about my job, try my very best not to screw things up and make my day go by as swiftly as possible. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? Yet I have the feeling that I am totally incompetent, maybe just not suitable to be working in an environment like this. Hopefully I find what I really enjoy doing.