Friday, 12 August 2011
mathematics tricks
squaring a two digit number that begins with a '5'
1-square the first digit
2-add this number to the second number to find the first part of the answer
3-square the second digit: that is the last part of the answer.
Example:what is the square of 58==> 58^2?
5^2=25==>25+8=33 _ _
8^2=64==> 3364Ans.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
KEHIDUPAN
Kadang-Kadang kita sering berangan-angan agar sesuatu itu akan terjadi di dalam hidup kita.Ada juga yang mengatakan bahawa ngan-ngan "Mat Jenin" jika angan-angan itu terlalu besar.Tetapi tidak pernah kita terfikir bagaimana orag yang berjaya dan menjadi kaya raya??Tidakkah semua itu bermula dengan angan-angan.Mereka semua itu selalu berangan agar apa yang mereka hajati akan tercapai.Dengan angan-ngan itu,mereka susuli dengan usaha dan usaha agar ngan-ngan mereka itu akan tercapai.
Pernah tak kita terfikir untuk memiliki sebuah rumah yang besar seperti istana??Pernah tak kita terfikir untuk memiliki sebuah kereta yang mewah??Pernah tak kita terfikir untuk memiliki apa yang ada pada orang lain?Tidakkah semua itu merupakan ngan-angan di dalam hidup kita ini??
Oleh yang demikian,siapa kata angan-angan itu membawa keburukan??Sebenarnya ia merupaka satu pendorong bagi seseorang itu untuk terus berusaha dan mencari jalan agar mereka dapat mencapainya.NAMUN BEGITU,perlu di ingatkan,dalam usaha mereka untuk mencapainya,mereka terpaksa menempuh apa yang di panggil iaitu LIKU-LIKU kehidupan.LIKU-LIKU itulah akan meletakkan diri mereka di tempat yang mereka kehendaki dan akan membentuk siapa diri mereka sebenarnya.Hanya orang melaluinya sahajalah yang mengetahui betapa payahnya.Ini tidak akan sama jika MEREKA menceritakan kepada orang lain melainkan mereka sendiri perlu mengalaminya sendiri seandainya ingin merasai apa orang lain rasai
Sekiranya cabaran-cabaran yang telah mereka lalui di ceritakan,ia akan menjadi suatu persiapan pada mereka yang ingin melaluinya.Jika mereka ingin mengatahui pengalaman orang yang telah lalui,mereka terpaksa memberanikan diri untuk bertanya.Tidak kah itu itu merupakan suatu cabaran??Hal ini di sebabkan,ada juga sesetengah orang tidak mahu menceritakan.Dengan ini,orang yang ingin mengetahuinya terpaksa mencari altenatif agar mereka itu menceritakan kepada mereka.
Adakah usaha kita ini sudah mencukupi??hemm
apa usaha perlu aku lakukan?????hemm
Pernah tak kita terfikir untuk memiliki sebuah rumah yang besar seperti istana??Pernah tak kita terfikir untuk memiliki sebuah kereta yang mewah??Pernah tak kita terfikir untuk memiliki apa yang ada pada orang lain?Tidakkah semua itu merupakan ngan-angan di dalam hidup kita ini??
Oleh yang demikian,siapa kata angan-angan itu membawa keburukan??Sebenarnya ia merupaka satu pendorong bagi seseorang itu untuk terus berusaha dan mencari jalan agar mereka dapat mencapainya.NAMUN BEGITU,perlu di ingatkan,dalam usaha mereka untuk mencapainya,mereka terpaksa menempuh apa yang di panggil iaitu LIKU-LIKU kehidupan.LIKU-LIKU itulah akan meletakkan diri mereka di tempat yang mereka kehendaki dan akan membentuk siapa diri mereka sebenarnya.Hanya orang melaluinya sahajalah yang mengetahui betapa payahnya.Ini tidak akan sama jika MEREKA menceritakan kepada orang lain melainkan mereka sendiri perlu mengalaminya sendiri seandainya ingin merasai apa orang lain rasai
Sekiranya cabaran-cabaran yang telah mereka lalui di ceritakan,ia akan menjadi suatu persiapan pada mereka yang ingin melaluinya.Jika mereka ingin mengatahui pengalaman orang yang telah lalui,mereka terpaksa memberanikan diri untuk bertanya.Tidak kah itu itu merupakan suatu cabaran??Hal ini di sebabkan,ada juga sesetengah orang tidak mahu menceritakan.Dengan ini,orang yang ingin mengetahuinya terpaksa mencari altenatif agar mereka itu menceritakan kepada mereka.
Adakah usaha kita ini sudah mencukupi??hemm
apa usaha perlu aku lakukan?????hemm
KEHIDUPAN
Hidup kita ini tak seindah kita jangka dan seburuk kita sangka.Kadang kala kita tidak menduga sesuatu perkara itu akan berlaku pada hidup kita ini.Kita merasakan perkara itu mungkin tidak akan berlaku,namun hakikatnya ia telah berlaku.Sebenarnya,kita ini tidak menyedari ia sudah berlaku pada hidup kita ini.Hanya kita sahaja yang tidak menyedari bahawa ia sedang berlaku dan kita sedang mengalami
Adakah kita telah bersedia untuk menghadapi kehidupan yang akan datang?Cuba tanya pada diri sendiri,berapa banyak persiapan telah kita lakukan?Pada aku,kita harus bersyukur dengan apa yang telah berlaku pada diri kita ini.Mungkin tak semua orang bahawa perkara yang telah berlaku telah meletakkan di mana diri kita sekarang.Bagi aku,hidup ini memang ada yang pahit dan ada yang manis.Cuma satu sahaja yang kita lakukan ialah BERSABAR...
Apa yang akan berlaku pada angan-ngan kita ???hemmmm
Adakah kita telah bersedia untuk menghadapi kehidupan yang akan datang?Cuba tanya pada diri sendiri,berapa banyak persiapan telah kita lakukan?Pada aku,kita harus bersyukur dengan apa yang telah berlaku pada diri kita ini.Mungkin tak semua orang bahawa perkara yang telah berlaku telah meletakkan di mana diri kita sekarang.Bagi aku,hidup ini memang ada yang pahit dan ada yang manis.Cuma satu sahaja yang kita lakukan ialah BERSABAR...
Apa yang akan berlaku pada angan-ngan kita ???hemmmm
Thursday, 14 July 2011
THOSE WHO WANTS TO BE A DOCTOR
My Unexpected Teacher
Sometimes the best thing a doctor can do for a patient is to listen
By MUHAMMAD FAIRUZ BIN ABDULLAH
By MUHAMMAD FAIRUZ BIN ABDULLAH
DURING MY FIRST seven semesters as a medical student at Gadjah Mada University in Yogyakarta, Indonesia, I spent most of my time studying and in classrooms. I rarely spoke with real patients in a hospital setting. Then last year I started visiting the neurology ward at Dr. Sardjito Hospital.
I was gathering data for my thesis, an assessment of the oral contraceptive pill as a risk factor for ischemic strokes. This type of stroke is the most common and it occurs as a result of an obstruction within a blood vessel supplying blood to the brain. At the hospital I would review the medical records of newly admitted stroke patients, then interview them to find out if they were taking the pill. It was a slow process.
One cold, rainy evening last October, I was in the neurology ward desperately “hunting” for the final three patients I needed to complete my study. The records showed that there was a 43-year-old stroke patient, whom I will call Ms A, in the ward.
Holding a patient questionnaire, I walked towards her room. I didn’t see any doctors or nurses; the ward was quiet. Ms A’s dimly lit room had eight beds. I could see dark clouds and heavy raindrops through the window. The familiar “hospital odour” hung in the chill air.
Ms A was lying on bed 4B, clearly still weak as she was still recovering from her recent stroke. There were no relatives or friends with her. Even the bed beside her was empty. I sat down on a chair next to her bed, and in a low voice I introduced myself and asked how she was doing. She softly replied that she was getting better but the left side of her body was still weak. When I told her that I wanted to gather some additional information from her, she agreed.
The questionnaire consisted of three simple yes-or-no questions. After I finished, I prepared to leave so I could go through more medical records. Before I could stand up, Ms A spoke up in her weak voice. “I haven’t seen you here before, doc. Are you new?”
“Not really, Ma’am. It’s just that I don’t come here every day,” I replied. She started making conversation, asking where I was from and why I was working so late in the evening. I was surprised someone in her condition would want to talk.
“Doc, do you think I can get back my normal life?” Ms A asked at one point.
Deep in my heart, I thought, God, I wish I was your doctor so I could answer you properly.
I replied that while I didn’t know much about her case, I could tell her what I had learned about the recovery of stroke patients. Depending on the severity of the stroke, quite a number respond well to rehabilitation. I was reluctant to go into too much detail as I was only a medical student.
Ms A started talking about herself. She told me that she had three children in primary school, who were staying with a neighbour. “My husband died a year ago and I’m the sole breadwinner of my family. We are not rich and my pay as a cleaner is exactly enough for me and my kids.”
I didn’t know what to say. Looking into her eyes, I desperately tried to remember the lessons from a communication skills class I had taken a few years earlier, but my mind was blank. I cursed myself for not paying more attention.
Without realising it, I had begun holding Ms A’s hand. Since I didn’t have anything to say, I just sat quietly while she talked. That’s when it occurred to me that she was not expecting any reply from me. She just wanted me to listen.
The conversation went on like this for about 20 minutes. She shared her difficulties and sufferings, talked about her husband, who was killed in a car accident, and her struggles to earn money. She also expressed her fear about what would become of her children if something bad happened to her. All I did was nod my head as a way of showing my sympathy.
Finally, Ms A stopped talking. “I’m very sorry for keeping you here to listen to my problems, but I feel relieved now. I had no-one to pour out my problems to.”
A single tear fell from the corner of her eye. I stroked her hair and continued to hold her hand. Finally, I knew what to say. “It’s OK, Ma’am. It’s part of my duty.”
“Thank you, doc, thank you so much.”
She let go of my hand. I stood up, covered her with a blanket, waved goodbye and left her alone in her bed. A few days later, when I returned to the ward, I discovered that Ms A had been discharged as her condition had improved, though she would still need rehabilitation.
Ms A taught me one of the most important lessons a doctor can learn. Sometimes patients do not need expensive medicine or state-of-the-art technology. They just need someone with the patience and willingness to lend an ear and spare a little of their time. For me, that is one of the best things a doctor can do for a patient.
MUHAMMAD FAIRUZ BIN ABDULLAH, a 24-year-old Malaysian, has now entered his clinical studies at the Gadjah Mada University Faculty of Medicine. He will complete his medical degree next year.
I was gathering data for my thesis, an assessment of the oral contraceptive pill as a risk factor for ischemic strokes. This type of stroke is the most common and it occurs as a result of an obstruction within a blood vessel supplying blood to the brain. At the hospital I would review the medical records of newly admitted stroke patients, then interview them to find out if they were taking the pill. It was a slow process.
One cold, rainy evening last October, I was in the neurology ward desperately “hunting” for the final three patients I needed to complete my study. The records showed that there was a 43-year-old stroke patient, whom I will call Ms A, in the ward.
Holding a patient questionnaire, I walked towards her room. I didn’t see any doctors or nurses; the ward was quiet. Ms A’s dimly lit room had eight beds. I could see dark clouds and heavy raindrops through the window. The familiar “hospital odour” hung in the chill air.
Ms A was lying on bed 4B, clearly still weak as she was still recovering from her recent stroke. There were no relatives or friends with her. Even the bed beside her was empty. I sat down on a chair next to her bed, and in a low voice I introduced myself and asked how she was doing. She softly replied that she was getting better but the left side of her body was still weak. When I told her that I wanted to gather some additional information from her, she agreed.
The questionnaire consisted of three simple yes-or-no questions. After I finished, I prepared to leave so I could go through more medical records. Before I could stand up, Ms A spoke up in her weak voice. “I haven’t seen you here before, doc. Are you new?”
“Not really, Ma’am. It’s just that I don’t come here every day,” I replied. She started making conversation, asking where I was from and why I was working so late in the evening. I was surprised someone in her condition would want to talk.
“Doc, do you think I can get back my normal life?” Ms A asked at one point.
Deep in my heart, I thought, God, I wish I was your doctor so I could answer you properly.
I replied that while I didn’t know much about her case, I could tell her what I had learned about the recovery of stroke patients. Depending on the severity of the stroke, quite a number respond well to rehabilitation. I was reluctant to go into too much detail as I was only a medical student.
Ms A started talking about herself. She told me that she had three children in primary school, who were staying with a neighbour. “My husband died a year ago and I’m the sole breadwinner of my family. We are not rich and my pay as a cleaner is exactly enough for me and my kids.”
I didn’t know what to say. Looking into her eyes, I desperately tried to remember the lessons from a communication skills class I had taken a few years earlier, but my mind was blank. I cursed myself for not paying more attention.
Without realising it, I had begun holding Ms A’s hand. Since I didn’t have anything to say, I just sat quietly while she talked. That’s when it occurred to me that she was not expecting any reply from me. She just wanted me to listen.
The conversation went on like this for about 20 minutes. She shared her difficulties and sufferings, talked about her husband, who was killed in a car accident, and her struggles to earn money. She also expressed her fear about what would become of her children if something bad happened to her. All I did was nod my head as a way of showing my sympathy.
Finally, Ms A stopped talking. “I’m very sorry for keeping you here to listen to my problems, but I feel relieved now. I had no-one to pour out my problems to.”
A single tear fell from the corner of her eye. I stroked her hair and continued to hold her hand. Finally, I knew what to say. “It’s OK, Ma’am. It’s part of my duty.”
“Thank you, doc, thank you so much.”
She let go of my hand. I stood up, covered her with a blanket, waved goodbye and left her alone in her bed. A few days later, when I returned to the ward, I discovered that Ms A had been discharged as her condition had improved, though she would still need rehabilitation.
Ms A taught me one of the most important lessons a doctor can learn. Sometimes patients do not need expensive medicine or state-of-the-art technology. They just need someone with the patience and willingness to lend an ear and spare a little of their time. For me, that is one of the best things a doctor can do for a patient.
MUHAMMAD FAIRUZ BIN ABDULLAH, a 24-year-old Malaysian, has now entered his clinical studies at the Gadjah Mada University Faculty of Medicine. He will complete his medical degree next year.
A Dream Takes Flight
AirAsia’s Dato’ Sri Tony Fernandes took an ailing airline and gave it wings.
By JENNIFER Y. CASPE-COCUACO
Donning an AirAsia cap, Dato’ Sri Tony Fernandes, speaker at the first South East Asian Youth Engagement Summit, goes up the stage of Kuala Lumpur’s Putrajaya International Convention Centre followed by four flight attendants in AirAsia’s chilli red garb. The casually dressed CEO of AirAsia announces that the first person to hand him something red will win a trip to London. Two youth delegates scamper up the stage, one of them tripping on her own feet before reaching Fernandes. The 45-year-old businessman decides to give both of them the free trip anyway. This scenario is a good illustration of how Fernandes built his low-cost airlines from the ground up – by enticing would-be passengers with free trips.
In 2001, Fernandes was the vice president for ASEAN at Warner Music South East Asia. One night, he saw an Easy Jet television ad and got interested in the concept of low-cost carriers. He realised this was what he wanted to do. He called his wife and told her of his plan, and she couldn’t stop laughing.
Fernandes mortgaged his house and then rallied a couple of his buddies in the music industry to set up Tune Air Sdn. Bhd. The Malaysian government, however, turned down the license application. Fernandes quickly arranged a meeting with then Prime Minister Dr Tun Mahathir Mohamad. Dr Mahathir suggested that, instead of getting a license, Fernandes should buy the fledgling AirAsia, a heavily indebted subsidiary of a government-owned conglomerate.
With youthful audacity he announced, “I will buy AirAsia for one Malaysian ringgit!” He got this reply: “Yes, you can buy it tomorrow.”
Fernandes might have gotten the airline at one ringgit (29 cents) but he and his partners also inherited 40 million ringgit worth of debt. His vision, nevertheless, took flight that same year with 250 employees and two ageing Boeing 737-300 flying to just one destination. A tragic event, however, threatened to crash his dream.
The September 11 attacks in the US made people afraid to fly. But Fernandes saw a golden opportunity in what could have been a major setback. Airline leasing costs plummeted by 40 percent, saving the company a lot of money. Airline lay-offs allowed him to hire experienced staff at lower costs. A year later, AirAsia had paid off all its debt and broken even.
“We Asians have this habit of kicking ourselves and saying it can’t be done. Anything is possible when you put your mind to it,” he says. Nine years later, AirAsia is the fastest growing low-cost airline in the world, carrying a total of 85 million passengers to date, with 7000 employees and 90 new airplanes flying to over 130 destinations in Asia, Australia and Europe.
Fernandes, a London School of Economics alumnus, is a laid-back CEO. “I go to work wearing regular clothes. My pants are sometimes older than my employees.” And he runs AirAsia with a unique set of principles. For one, the company has a flat structure, where everybody has access to the big boss. By removing company bureaucracy, he gets everybody talking and giving invaluable ideas. “People are our best asset. Get the best people and let them grow. Let them fulfil their dreams. Help them discover potential they never thought they had,” he advises.
When the company was still relatively small, Fernandes used to try his hand working in the different departments. He was a bag carrier, check-in officer and even flight attendant for a day. It allowed him to get on the ground and see real problems and needs. It also gave him the chance to spot potential stars in the company. When he learned that some bag carriers dreamt of becoming pilots, he sponsored their training. He’s proud of the fact that “18 months later they are flying planes.” AirAsia also boasts of having 35 female pilots in their staff. “If women can run a country, they can certainly fly a plane!” he exclaims.
Fernandes ends his well-applauded speech by encouraging the summit delegates with his credo: “Believe the unbelievable. Dream the impossible. Never take ‘No’ for an answer!”
Monday, 11 July 2011
Jambatan Pulau Pinang sesak akibat kebakaran kabel TNB
2011/07/11
GEORGETOWN: Ratusan kenderaan terkandas hampir dua jam di laluan masuk dan keluar di Jambatan Pulau Pinang dan sekitar bandar itu apabila kabel elektrik Tenaga Nasional Bhd (TNB) di bawah jambatan itu terbakar petang tadi. Jurucakap Penang Bridge Sdn Bhd (PBSB) berkata, kesesakan itu menjadi serius berikutan kebakaran kabel itu berlaku pada waktu puncak iaitu pada 5.30 petang tadi.
2011/07/11
GEORGETOWN: Ratusan kenderaan terkandas hampir dua jam di laluan masuk dan keluar di Jambatan Pulau Pinang dan sekitar bandar itu apabila kabel elektrik Tenaga Nasional Bhd (TNB) di bawah jambatan itu terbakar petang tadi. Jurucakap Penang Bridge Sdn Bhd (PBSB) berkata, kesesakan itu menjadi serius berikutan kebakaran kabel itu berlaku pada waktu puncak iaitu pada 5.30 petang tadi.
Katanya, kebakaran kabel itu bagaimanapun tidak menjejaskan bekalan elektrik di negeri itu kerana ia hanyalah kabel simpanan.
"Kebakaran kabel 132kv itu dapat dipadamkan sepenuhnya pada 6.30 petang tadi dan ia hanya membabitkan kabel simpanan dan TNB sedang menjalankan siasatan mengenai punca kejadian," katanya. - BERNAMA
SUMBER:BERITA HARIAN
http://www.bharian.com.my/articles/JambatanPulauPinangsesakakibatkebakarankabelTNB/Article/?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter
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