Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I have an ASSIGNMENT!

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It’s been a long time, eyh? I just couldn’t find the time to write something, or couldn’t find something to write on actually. I registered 5 subjects for this second semester. 3 modules of system; Neuroscience I, Neuroscience II and UroGenital. Another 2 subjects with 1 credit hour each (I know what you’re thinking, believe me they’re essential) are Medical Ethics and Health Administration. So for the first time since I pronounced myself a medical student of JUST, we have to do an assignment on Health Care System Problems from administration or management point of view. Oh it’s been forever since I was asked to do a comprehension-like thingy. Since I’ve been thinking of updating this wasted blog of mine, why don’t I post my article here?
Please note that this is merely an assignment with no relevant proofs or facts. It’s just a bunch of words I put on together in an hour in an attempt to complete a 3 pages requirement (bonus marks alert!). So don’t take anything seriously because I don’t think serious when writing this. I assigned myself a topic of Incompetent Doctors. Okay, cut the crap, read on!

Nowadays, health care institutions especially hospitals have become one of the most important social services for every living person on the earth. A hospital is an essential element in any community in building a great country or so. Unfortunately, so many problems in one particular hospital will affect the way it should be functioning. Besides promoting the well-being of people, health care workers also held the responsibility to educate them. A great community can be built if all the members of the community are concern and realize the importance of leading a healthy lifestyle, thus creating a healthy environment.
From this point onwards, we already agreed the role of health care workers in educating people. Generally, an ideal hospital should consist of upper level workers and lower level workers. We are concerned about the managers, head of departments, chiefs and so on when describing the upper level workers. Lower level workers are usually the ones we are always talking about; the doctors on duty, nurses, technicians, receptionists and so on. So distinctively, the lower level workers are the ones who are closer to the people or patients requiring any hospital service. Of any workers they refer to, doctors are undoubtedly the closest any patients could have (in the hospital) as their trustees.
Therefore, doctors should be the one to educate people in encouraging the healthy lifestyle for them to carry on and spread on. Doctors’ words are usually what patients listened to afterwards. Educating people is not merely by treating, preventing them away from any harm or explaining the problem. This is more than about promoting the well-being. This is about making people understand the importance of this and that, here and there. Doctors become teachers in this situation.
So up until now, we already agreed that the most suitable persons in charge of educating people are the doctors. In order to carry out this plan, we will need a great deal of doctors. Competent doctors are the ones we are talking about. They need to be competent in completing their tasks. They should have the ability to fulfill anything required as long as they hold on to the title; Doctor. A competent doctor must not only know how to diagnose a disease, or how to treat a patient. They have to be able to carry out the duty as role models in one particular community. People often look up on doctors, on how they lead their lives, how they do their tasks, how they communicate, how skilled they are, how stable they are and so on. This is because a patient’s life at one time is technically depends on the doctor assigned to him/her. So a patient will demand to know how competent his/her doctor is to be trusted on his/her life. It’s not about taking care of things or whatsoever; it’s about the life of people. Handling a patient’s life is not an easy job because people are emotionally attached.
How competent a doctor should be? What kind of competency do we need? How do we assess the competency of any doctors? One of the problems rising up now in most countries nowadays is incompetent medical graduates or incompetent doctors. Too many doctors are useless if they can’t keep on their competency up to the level where people can trust them.
First aspect of competency is clinical and medical skills. Any unskilled doctors should not be trusted to handle a case alone. Medical graduates should’ve mastered the techniques and skills in carrying out their medical profession. Again, we are dealing with life of people or patients. Any mistake could be one step closer towards unwell-being. Patients will always be assessing the way any doctors handling them. How skillful they are? Are they capable enough to do a tracheal intubation? Can they be trusted to do a lumbar puncture? As far as we are concerned about the issue of unskilled doctors, there has been many reports on how doctors can’t find a vein, thus keep on poking the arm of the patients by the needle until they find one. If this one minor procedure can’t be mastered, how do we trust them to do a solo surgery, cutting the patient’s body open? Skillful and competent doctors will not only ease their job, it will also help in public display of the hospital.
We’re done talking about how incompetent a doctor can be in carrying out a medical procedure, even a minor one. The next aspect is the communication skills. Surveys proved that most patients couldn’t bother enough to ask doctors the real situation or status of their health because they’re afraid of disturbing the always-busy-doctors with some silly questions. This shouldn’t be happening. A good doctor should be able to have some time provided for his/her patient. There shouldn’t be a cold atmosphere between a doctor and a patient. They should be able to discuss freely. Again, we are dealing with people thus dealing with emotions and feelings. We are not to give judgments or giving harsh words. We are to ease patients. This is where communication skill is essential.
Those were some examples of how incompetent a doctor can be nowadays. How do we solve this problem? Let’s take a look on how it should be done from a manager’s seat point of view. Before accepting any application, a manager should have the applicants interviewed. A good manager will review the performance of each applicant then synchronizing it with the current needs of the hospital. This will also helps in financial aspect of the hospital because we are prioritizing the needs over any other things. A manager should hire a doctor upon his/her reviewed performance and the current needs of the hospital. From there, we might be able to find a skillful and competent doctor. The decision of a manager whether to hire or not could be the determination of the future of his/her hospital.
That is before hiring. After hiring, a good manager should go on with assessing the performance of each worker monthly or so. Sometimes they are good, sometimes they aren’t. So we need to know the status of their performance in carrying out their tasks. This includes the nurses, technicians and others involved. There can be an assessment form or so to keep track on how the workers are doing. When we detect something troubling, we will take some prevention action. That’s the purpose of an assessment. There should be a follow up, not just merely a record. Actions must be taken to prevent the workers from a deteriorating performance.
Next step is to delegate tasks evenly or doing shifts. Sometimes incompetent doctor results from less exposure thus lack of experience. This applies more on interns, residences and general doctors. They should not be picky with their tasks. A system of rotation from one department to another is helpful to help the doctors gaining or even balancing their skills and experiences. There shouldn’t be any compromises. All doctors have to abide the rules and shifts scheduled for them so everyone will gain something different each day.
My last suggestion of solution on these incompetent doctors is to hold a course or something like that in order to build the character of a competent doctor. This should come from the manager. This is a very universal solution because we can train almost everything in one particular course. For example, a course for bedside manners and doctor-patient relationship. The experienced managers may share the skills and techniques they developed from their experiences. Furthermore, we might be able to create the personality of our doctors as role models in one particular community through this course. It’s sort of a self-development program.
As for a conclusion, an incompetent doctor may results from the ignorant character of the doctor him/herself, or also comes from a bad management. One thing for sure, it’s the responsibility of the managers themselves to realize the situation, keep tracks on the performances and then taking such actions to ensure the development of a trusted hospital. A good hospital is reflected by its workers and doctors especially while a good doctor is a reflection of a good manager who successfully managed his workers.


Until then, TQ!

Friday, January 7, 2011

...a cab chat...

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If there's no tomorrow,
then all we have is here and now


I had an exam. It was the final paper for the Endocrinology module. Well, I guess it went quite well although I had only started revising the materials the day before. That’s so not cool. Adding more to the un-cool-ness, I accidentally watched a movie the night before. Yep, accidentally. It was an underrated movie entitled IF ONLY.

Something beautiful about the movie, is that we can't fight fate. What to happen is what had been written. We may get it slightly change or different in order, but we can't escape fate. Simply, it's going to happen either way.

Okay. Enough with the movie and the accents and the hedonism craps. Back to the day, I took a cab headed to Mujamma’ Amman Jadid (a bus station). From there, I would take the hospital bus to KAUH. My examination hall is just nearby the university hospital. Along my way to the bus station, I did a little chat with the polite cab driver. And just for the record, I’ve just realized it’s been a long time since I last made a moving conversation with a taxi driver.

Please note that the conversation took place in Arabic. So this is just a well-written translation. Haha.


How are you? How’s your health?

Oh I’m fine, thank you. I’m good. How are you?

I’ve been good. When are you going back to Indonesia?

Oh no, I’m from Malaysia.

Oh well, are you going back to Malaysia?

Maybe next year. I don’t quite sure.

What do you study?

Medicine.

Oh great. If you are to be married, will it be a Malaysian girl or Jordanian?

UH-UH? Oh I certainly haven’t given any thought about that but most probably a Malaysian.

Why? Why would you not choose a Jordanian?

Well simply because I’m from Malaysia, I am a Malaysian. It’s easier regarding the cultural stuffs I guess.

That’s not a problem. You should be considering marrying a Jordanian. Do you already have a special girlfriend among the Malaysians here?

A solid no.

What is lover in your language?

Oh in Malay ea? Erm... Kekasih?

Kekashi? Kecashi? It sure is dificult.

No it's not. Arabic is far more difficult than Malay.

So you must have a lover right now. In Malaysia maybe.

Neither here, nor in Malaysia.

Seriously? You should be taking steps right now. What year are you in right now?

I’m currently in my third year.

That’s old enough. So I say you’ll be getting married in no time?

No I’m not. I mean, I haven’t thought about it seriously. I’ve never popped that question in my mind before. In the future maybe. I don’t know yet.

In your fourth year then? Next year?

No. I didn’t plan for it to happen in near time.

Fifth year then?

No. I’m barely a matured man. I’m still studying. If it were to happen, the closest it will be is most probably after graduating. I’m in no thought of marrying somebody while studying.

Well I pray for you then. Although I do think you should be getting married right now.

Oh that’s very kind of you. Let Allah decides. God knows better. Well what about you? Are you married?

Yes I am. I have 2 daughters and a son.

Oh praise to Allah. My pray for your happiness.

Thank you. Praise to Allah.


The conversation ended when we reached the bus station. The point is, I really don’t have an idea on why did he keep on pushing me to marry a Jordanian girl. He sure is persistent. lol. And so do you know, I translated the conversation in my way of writing. So it’s kind of overly written but the contents are the same, no added plot nor deleted scene. I just did a little touch up on the linguistic part. My Arabic wasn’t that good. Haha.


KAUH : King Abdullah University Hospital


stumble on tomorrow,
tripped over today.
promised that tomorrow,
be different than today.

Friday, October 29, 2010

teenager NO MORE!

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There are times that walk from you,
Like some passing afternoon.


Times have been flying, and I’ve been ridiculous.
It’s been 2 decades, and it all amounts to nothing.
What did I do?
No, really.
What have I done actually?
The truth to be told and I ended up silent.
The damsel in distress and I ended up running away from a fight.
The words to be read and I ended up counting the letters.
The times to be surpassed and I ended up being left behind.

There are names to be remembered,
There are books to be read,
There are people to be in acquaintance,
There are numbers to be counted,
There are dreams to be achieved,
There are obligations to be completed.

And now,
I’ve been worrying my life away.

There is today,
So why should I wait for tomorrow?
There is now,
So why would I wait for later?


Every minute,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every moment,
We share together,
Is even better than the moment before.
If every day was as good as the day was,
Then I can’t wait ‘till tomorrow comes.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

untitled - it's BLURRED actually

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I must have seen these words somewhere on the internet because I can’t seem to find a trace. I just don't remember where. Nicely written.


Modern mentality is not what we see today. It is what we saw, about 1400 years ago. Careful, as we have been drifted too far away indulging in this so-called 'modern' world that we forgot about the correct way of perceiving things.


I obviously don't have any idea of what to be posted on this cobwebbed blog.

I'm on study leave starting today. Damn it, I have an exam on 12th but I've wasted all my frigging days over something unworthy. Please. Make my days worth waking up for. It’s the edge of time. Okay, I’m exaggerating.

The night goes into morning,
Just another day.


Sunday, July 11, 2010

summer trip : DAY 11

Sunday, July 11, 2010 2
:: THE END ::

That morning, I once again had to reluctantly skip the breakfast prepared at the hotel. The ticket we booked back to Paris was going to be leaving Brussels at 7.15 am. Breakfast usually started at 7.30 am up ‘till 10.00 am. I planned on eating the instant noodles before checking out of the room. But we woke up late that morning. We were supposed to be meeting the girls downstairs at the receptionist at 6.30 am. When I opened my eyes, it was already 6.30 am. I managed to take a shower and rushed everything. Thank God I’ve already packed most things the night before.

Anyway, we were not that late. The hotel is not too far from the main station. When we arrived at the station, we had to wait for a couple of minutes before allowed to enter the train. I had a cappuccino that morning. It was great. I guess better than the espresso I had the day before. The journey back to Paris took us about an hour. I spent most of the time reading ‘Home’ as I couldn’t get myself asleep after the cappuccino I drank before. Besides, it was a little bit awkward sitting in front of the girls. The seats were arranged facing each other. That was awkward wasn’t it? Haha.


Arrived at Gare du Nord, Paris, we waited until afternoon to move to the airport. We didn’t have anything actually at the station; we just thought it was too early to get to the airport at morning since our flight was gonna be at 3.30 pm. At 11.00 am, we took the RER train straight to the airport. Upon arrival, the check-in counter hadn’t been opened yet. Yet another waiting.



On the plane, we had a special request dinner. I mean, we’ve already requested the Muslims meal when we booked the ticket online. It was better than the first one we had when we flew to Paris before. A fish meal!!! Fishes are blessed that they never fail to make my day gaiety. LOL.

There was kind of a situation inside the cabin. I was too focusing on the meal that I didn’t notice it involved a passenger seating in front of me. When I finally realized, few people were onto something, the passenger was already taken into the business class compartment. I asked Danial but he was busy watching the movie being played. I think somebody got sick. Then there was an announcement from the pilot (I think so) informing a presence of a doctor boarding. That was it. I don’t really get what he meant by that. I supposed he meant anybody feeling sick could consult the doctor we’ve got on the plane.


The flight reached Larnaca, Cyprus around 8.30 pm. I witnessed a mouth fight while waiting in the line to retrieve my next boarding pass at the connecting flight area. An old man was mad at how the woman at the counter ignoring the passengers going to Amman, prioritizing the passengers going to Beirut. I too was sent to the next counter when I mentioned my destination at the first counter. But listening to her reason, it was quite acceptable actually. The flight to Beirut would be leaving in a short time and I didn’t want to be the cause of any delayed flight or worse, of anybody missing the flight. That is just intolerable.


That words quarrel just brought me to realize that I was approaching Jordan or the land of Arabs. It was even closer when the flight to Amman was opened for boarding. I’ve never seen people crowded at the gate to enter the plane. But they were indeed. I well understood the flight was delayed like more than an hour, but couldn’t it be more civilized to just make a line in front of the gate. If this is their identity, I couldn’t agree more that they should start to find a new identity which should be more Islamic and civilized. All I’m asking is manners. Doesn’t Islam thought us about akhlak?

We’ve already contacted Abdullah asking for his help to arrange a transport from the airport back to Irbid. It went smooth and we reached Irbid safely. We paid Abu Seif as agreed.

No other words.

Alhamdulillah…

I would like to thank everybody involved in this travel. Well especially my travel mate, Danial. We had a great time, didn't we?


Some people would not recommend Europe as a place to have distinct and unique cultural experiences. It’s kind of true actually. Asia is more like it. I would recommend Europe as a place to approach people as people rather than as cultural representatives. It’s an approach of a life in a different kind of world. Well, not literally. This is just my two cents after visiting just 5 out of 50 countries in Europe. Errr, Turkey is considered one right? Heh.

Monday, July 5, 2010

summer trip : DAY 10

Monday, July 5, 2010 2
QUOTING; GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN, BAD GIRLS GO TO AMSTERDAM

I was so reluctant to skip the prepared breakfast at the hotel. It was included in the hotel bill for it to matter much. But the girls were insisting to go out early before the breakfast time. The officer at the ticket counter told us the earliest train would be at 6.14 am. If we miss it, the train would be available hourly for the next hours for the whole day. The thought we had in mind was to maximize the time we’ve got in Amsterdam as the ticket would be available just for a day. In other words, we had only a day to visit Amsterdam.

We bought a special weekend ticket for each of us. We could just pick any time we want to leave and we could go back to Brussels also at any time within a definite time. It was cheaper after all.

It was 5.30 in the morning. We left the hotel for the main station, Gare du Midi. I think Midi stands for middle. We searched for any train to Amsterdam leaving Brussels at 6.14 am. There was none on the screen. The earliest train going to Amsterdam would be at 7.14 am. We waited ‘till the train information office opened. I went and asked about the ticket I bought. The woman confirmed it was the train at 7.14 am. So I found myself a place to get a nap. Before leaving, I got myself a cup of espresso. That was my first coffee in Europe and that caused me unsleeping through the almost 3 hours journey to Amsterdam.

We made it to Amsterdam, Netherlands. The journey in the train was beautiful. Not that the train brought the beautifulness. It was the scenery along the way especially when approaching Amsterdam. It was somewhere at the outskirts of Amsterdam. Green pastures. Prairies wind. Mottled cows. Watery canals. Colorful petals. Aligned trees. Cottage houses.

I couldn’t help myself mumbling words from the song Over the Rainbow. I’ve listened to 3 versions of the song. It was like a theme song for that journey. Heh. I had the KamakawiwoÊ»ole’s version in my phone. So I kept on listening to the song throughout the journey.

At first when arrived, we couldn’t find any tourist centre. So we stopped by at a book shop looking for any travel guide. I found a novel I’ve been looking in Malaysia and Jordan. The Diary of A Young Girl : Anne Frank. It was a definitive edition. But anyway, I bought it. It was after we went out of the pretty station that we finally found a Tourists Information Office. They didn’t give us any free city map; luckily we’ve got the travel guide book. The lady at the counter gave us recommendations on how to spend a day in Amsterdam. We asked for any suggested routes. We then asked her how to get to the windmills which are popular in Netherlands.

We took bus 91 to Zaanse Schans. It is a peaceful village. The scenery is amazing. It has a collection of well-preserved historic windmills and houses. There is also a place where we can see how cheeses are made. Netherlands is after all popular with cheese apart from windmills, tulips and wooden clogs.






After that, we went back to the central station and started walking throughout the city. The city’s spirit is embodied in its canals and waterways, spanned by many beautiful bridges, and with elegant houses.


We passed by the National Statue, Madame Tussaud, Bloemenmarkt which is a floating flower market (or actually used to be) and many other monuments and buildings.






We were freaking tired that we decided to just head for our last destination and then find a place for praying. It was Museum Plein, where it has the big words saying ‘I amsterdam.’


I’ve read that Netherlands has about 300 mosques so we were intended to find one. We asked a kind guy at a souvenirs shop for the direction to any nearby mosque. We reached the street where the mosque supposed to be at. We blurred a while as we couldn’t see any building close enough to resemble a mosque. It is a Turkish mosque. So we thought it must be like a small praying room in any building on the street. We were looking for any Turks to ask for the mosque. Thank God suddenly two guys passed by greeted us with Salam. They must’ve noticed the girls with scarf that they were confident to greet us. We replied and they introduced themselves as Umar and Murad. They are Turks. I was so grateful that they greeted us in the middle of nowhere.

So they brought us to a big mosque. It is not a single building. But it is great enough that it has like 2 small towers above it. There is a moon symbol up there. They told us it was a church about 30 years ago. The people of Netherlands though claimed to have faith in Christianity; they didn’t really have a strong relation with the church. The Netherlands is one of the most secular countries in Western Europe. Therefore, Muslims applied for turning the churches into mosques. They succeed since the Christians didn’t seem really care about the church.

This mosque we visited was once one of those churches turned into mosques. With drastically growing Muslims population in Netherlands, more and more churches were turned into mosques. There are about a million of Muslims in Netherlands currently as been told by him.

He also told us that Amsterdam is famous for its coffee which has marijuana in it. I was surprised. It is indeed true. The country is like a country of free wills. You can do anything you want around here. Drugs and pornographies can be found widely in the city. That’s just bad for any kids who happen to enter the shops as these things are also being sold in any regular shops like souvenir shops. I think Netherlands is the first country to legalize gay marriages. We can found the special needs for this community as in Gay City Map, Gay Tourists Centre, Gay Guide Book, Gay Information Centre and many others. I was shocked by the fact that this country is free as hell. Human rights as people always say.

Back to the mosque, it is indeed a large mosque. It was a church once for a matter of fact. After performing our obligations, one of the guys (I couldn’t remember which is which – I think it was Murad) offered us his car to take us to the central station where we would take the train back to Brussels. But we didn’t want to trouble him any longer, so we just took a tram.



One after another. It was indeed God’s help. The tram driver gave us a free ride. I glanced at him. Seemed like Malay to me. But he spoke English. Anyway, God bless him. We thanked him and he said, “Next time.” Oh and I believe we passed by an R-rated museum while in the tram. Yeah I saw a board written on it Sex Museum. I can’t imagine what they have inside it. Haha.

We took the last train to Brussels that day, at 8.54 pm. It was almost 12.00 am when we arrived. I was damn tired. The next day would be the journey of coming back to Jordan. So our vacation was approaching its end. Throughout this summer trip, I found many cyclers around the city. It is indeed a good choice to ride a bicycle to have a tour around any city in summer. I was hoping to experience once too if I ever come back to Europe again. I had an intention to rent a bicycle while in Belgium and Amsterdam, but I thought it was ridiculous since I wasn’t traveling alone. Heh.



to be continued...

Sunday, July 4, 2010

summer trip : DAY 09

Sunday, July 4, 2010 3
IN BRUGES

It was the second day for a visit in Belgium, or our third day actually upon arrival. We had our breakfast at the hotel and went out soon finished. Today, we were going to visit a little distance city from Brussels, Bruges. Bruges is best known for its canals through the city, thus commonly known as The Venice of The North. Cruising is very popular in Bruges. The historic centre is a prominent World Heritage Site of UNESCO. Located in the northwest of Belgium, it’s the largest city in the Flemish region of the country.



We walked to the train station, Gare du Midi and bought the ticket to Bruges. It took us an hour from Brussels to Bruges. We arrived at the main station in Bruges at 9.30 am. The tourist information centre was not opened yet, so I just bought a guide book and walked out of the station to the Minnewater or the Lake of Love. It’s famous for its romantic environment with canals and swans. Just beautiful. Greenery, water and houses blend in perfect harmony in this oasis of peace and cannot fail to enchant the numerous visitors.



Bruges is just like Brussels in the way that we can just walk from a place to another place for sightseeing. Nothing much except the canals it has which make Bruges more special. We followed the suggested routes in the book and walked around the city ‘till we found the traditional nostalgic (as claimed) windmills. Of many windmills once stood along the city walls, only 3 left. But we just found 2. The other one was said to have been turned into a museum. We took a rest there and then went back to the station.





Other places we visited in Bruges including the famous Church of Our Lady, the Belfort Tower which holds the pride of the Belgians as the French proud of their Eiffel Tower, the Basilica of the Holy Blood which claimed to house an urn containing drops of Christ’s blood and many others. There are also some museums but we didn’t really concern to enter any museum at the moment.






We went by the Beguinage on our way back to the station. The place is very beautiful and peace. More beautiful than Minnewater.





We went back to Brussels main railway station and surveyed the price of a return ticket to Amsterdam, Netherlands since we have another one remaining day. It was the girls’ idea. Danial and I were just following. I pitied Danial though since he economically didn’t prepare for visiting any other countries apart from France and Belgium. Me neither, but I fortunately brought some extra money just in case.

The fact that we settled Belgium in 2 days was just abrupt. A day in Brussels and another day in Bruges. The remaining one day was reserved for Amsterdam, Netherlands. It was a sudden plan and decision. Anyway, I was hoping to enjoy precious moments in Amsterdam for what it’s worth. I was starting to miss my room in Irbid for a matter of fact. Oh, that was so irritating.

We finished our tour around Bruges early that day. The evening was free as hell. Danial was too tired of walking that he slept all that evening. 2 days in Belgium was in fact 2 days of walking. I myself didn’t find myself to wanting to sleep. That evening at around 8.00 pm, I went out alone to the Grand Place. I indeed enjoy walking alone. Heh. Danial stayed at the hotel. I enjoyed the crowds and the atmosphere. So I thought I would do some shopping at the Grand Place. I bought a shirt written on it BRUSSELS.



Then I went into a chocolate shop, Leonidas. I was hoping to buy just a small piece of chocolate to get a taste of the local chocolates. But then I was surprised with the numbering system inside the store. It has a concept of pick-what-you-want-and-we-will-pack-them-for-you. I came across a name of Pick & Pack. How was it? No matter. I would have to wait for the others to finish their businesses ‘till I can pay for my chosen chocolate. So I decided to leave for another shop. The one that attracted me was the one I bought a box of chocolates for my family yesterday evening. It was Guylian. It has a fountain of chocolate. I went in and a nice guy greeted me politely.

“Hello Sir. How can I help you? Is it something for anyone else or just for yourself?”

“Hello. I just want to have a taste of any local chocolate. I mean, for myself.”

“Well I can suggest you this one.”


He pointed at a small box written on it Guylian.


“It has 3 chocolates in it, or you can buy the one with 6 in it.”


“Oh this one tastes good right?”


“Absolutely. I would say seashells from Guylian are the best.”


“These are all from Belgium right? I mean, I want to have a real taste of the local chocolates.”


“Yes! Except for this one. We just sell it because it’s too famous.”


He laughed while pointing at boxes of Ferrero Rocher.


“Oh yeah. I have this one in my country, in Malaysia.”


“You’re from Malaysia? So you’re travelling in Europe. I’m from Scotland myself and I can also find some Belgian chocolates there.”


He knew Malaysia. I was relieved with the fact that I didn’t have to explain where Malaysia is.


“I’m a student actually. It’s holiday.”


“Oh I see. So you’re studying in Europe and you’re traveling.”


Oh crap! I didn’t like this. Now I had to mention where I study.


“Oh no. I study in Jordan. So I came to Europe from Jordan.”


There I said it. I really don’t like the Islamophobia thing. That’s so racist. Huh.


“Oh Jordan. Well it’s not so far from Europe I guess.”


Thank God he responded well.

So I bought a box of 6 Guylian seashells for myself. They are named seashells just after their shapes. Again, I’ve checked the ingredients and they were okay. A shuttle would take me back to the hotel at 9.05 pm. It was getting darker. The sun was preparing for a beautiful sunset and set for a twilight. I was waiting at Mc Donald where the shuttle would be coming. There was a match between United States and a black country. I couldn’t recall which country. I think it was Ghana. Or wasn’t it? Then I heard somebody said “F**K AMERICA!” He said that few times. Haha.

I opened the box and let out a seashell. This was the moment. I would taste the claimed best chocolate in Brussels. At least that was what that Scottish told me. The minute I put it in my mouth, the seashell melted in a way I would describe as extravagant. It was so pleasant! Guylian is indeed the best chocolate I ever tasted. Belgians do know how to make good chocolates. Just delicious! I drew a smile of satisfaction recalling the chocolates I bought for my family were also the Guylian. Thank God I made a good choice yesterday. They must taste this one!


I rode the shuttle and went back into my room where I found Danial already woke himself up. I handed the Guylian over him. He already tasted the Cupido. So I was hoping him to compare it to this one. There he nodded. Guylian is so much better than Cupido. He couldn’t put a word to describe the moment the seashell melted on his tongue. As for myself, Guylian is the best. The second goes to Belgian. Then Cupido. Heh.


to be continued...
 
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