New Year New Resolution!

I've been far far behind on blogging. There are several excuses contribute to this problem.

I was transferred to another new working place which takes almost 3 hours of traveling each day from my home. Basically, i have to get up around 6.15am so that i won't be late for my 8am-5.30pm working hours. It was quite frustrating at first that i fell asleep in the LRT in seconds and i was too tired that i knocked my head when the LRT stopped. It was quite embarrassing but hey, nothing to be ashamed of. I am just a human being to get too tired because of work. When i was working in Ipoh, i departed from home at 8.45am also enable m to reach work on time at 9am. But now, i am getting used to it slowly. By the end of the day, i either fall asleep on the bed while watching TV cum waiting for Mr Ang to finish his bath, or i am too lazy to on my laptop.

Mr Ang's streamyx is too slow for me to upload pictures into my blog. Well, i have figured out some solutions to this problems. But it will take sometimes. So, at the moment please bare with my boring, full of words, ni pictures blog. I will compensate next time.

Well, 2010 year is coming. I need to motivate myself to some new resolutions. Below are some of my new resolutions.

1. Read bible and daily bread more often. Since i have internet access everyday now, i can simply click and search for internet daily bread.

2. Blog more often. I want to make my blog as interesting as i can.

3. Read more about sonography. Learn to do all the basic scans ie, DVT, renal doppler, MSK, etc...

4. Put my stuff in a more organized method.

That's all that i can think at the moment.

Bye Bye CHUO in Sarikei....

I was reading my mum's blog to found out that house in Sarikei was no longer ours. I realised tears rolling in my eyes. That was our first owned house. It was really a house!

A house where we felt easy and relax.

A house where we all lied on the couch or the floor with our leg hung high without feeling shameful, and with mum calling us to get up everytime there was guests coming, or with dad carrying asleep Nong or Onge into small room (Boon Ngieng).

A house full of our own family smell, messy and untidy with our usual stuff.

A place where only tidy for 2 weeks which was during CNY.

A place where i steamed various cakes for CNY.

A place which was nearer to Sam Ba.

A place where i met all my friends.

A place where all the family members lied flat taking nap in the afternoon.

A place where mum called it "Pig House".

I mean, it was a place where we, the sisters grew up together, seing each other everyday. It was my childhood house with my siblings. I will miss it forever. Bye bye Sarikei chuo. I will try to recall as much as memories with you and write it down in my blog because you mean a lot to me.

Saying Goodbye is Never Easy

I left Ipoh 3 weeks ago. I stepped into another chapter of my life. Chapter in Ipoh (1 Year) is done.

I left the place quite in a rush. It was totally different from what i planned due some changes last minute. Besides the doctors and the staff in ISH, i also miss Ummi dearly. Ummi is like my career soulmate. We understand each other very wwll when it comes to our work. Chatting to her about our lifes is never boring. She is a good story teller. She can talk in different accents excellently and she imitates people very well. Everytime we go out, it was after work. But tiredness never hit us that fast because we always have something to share.

When it was my last day there, Ummi wanted to have dinner with me before i leave. She wanted to say goodbye. I could feel tears rolling in my eyes. Luckily Mr Ang was there to be my comfort. This is life. People say goodbye everyday. I said goodbye but in my heart, Ummi is always around and it is never difficult to see her again. Miss you Ummi. Be safe.

Memories

I was tidying the room just now. I saw 2 pictures. One of them is myself with a Christmas tree behind. I still remember, Jia took that picture. I was smiling wide.

The second picture is a picture of me and my grandparents, in their house in Sg Xiang. Grandpa and grandma smiled satisfyingly. I had my hands at their shoulder. The house is empty now. Grandpa and grandma used to like to keep old calendars. I saw them in the picture. When i see carefully, there were calendars since 10 years back. Some even long time ago. The wall was full with calendars of different years. Sometimes, i don't understand why do they keep those. But they really reminds me of last time. Most of them with artists faces, some are sceneries.

On top of the wall were all their children's wedding picture. From Auntie Anne black-and-white photos to Auntie Suek. Never miss any of them. Some even with engagement picture. The memories are still fresh in my mind. That reminds me of something. We always go to Sg Xiang to visit grandpa and grandma, but we never catch any pictures. I regreted this. I realise i don't have any other pictures of my childhood place except this picture. A picture which show a very small corner of the lovely and memorable wooden house. I miss you, grandpa, grandma. I love you both so much.

Neck pain, shoulder pain, arms pain, EVERYWHERE pain!

Changing to a new working place really caught my nerve. I have been here merely for 3 weeks but i feel like i am a 50 years old sonographer. The occupation illness heat me - shoulder pain. Eventually i found out why. My desk is too high and the chair's highest position is still too low. Thus when i hold on my mouse for too long and the right arm is abducted more than 45 degrees for too long, the pain come. Due to personal economy crisis, i am taking public transport to my working place and that takes me 3 hours each day. If i am lucky enough, i can get a sit and sleep throughout the way, if not, i will have to stand all the way and when i stand, i have to grab something to stabilize myself. When i stand too much, my neck and my arm, and of course my shoulder is painful. i really hope that my condition will be better after i get used to the travelling part. Well, i don't mind the hardship. As the matter of fact, i chose this method because i need to force myself to walk at least a bit. Anyway, i still have back ups. i can drive to work anytime. yay!

Hi There

Hi, it has been long long time since my last blog. So sorry for the delay. It is because i had shift to a new working place in KL. Yes, i am back to KL. Coming back is fine, but the working place is a total suck! Far from my place, working without a proper job description (aka the boss can ask you to do just about ANYTHING!), overload of work, troublesome students, etc etc. It has been only 2 weeks and hate that place already. What is wrong with me? Well, forget about the misery and lets catch up what had happen for the pass few weeks.

I had farewell dinner with the doctors and families, my last dinner with Ummi at Ipoh, moving back from Ipoh to KL with Mr Ang, my first day at work, my outing with Stacia, my meeting with Diana, my date with Mr Ang, etc.. But it is quite late now. I will tell more about them later.

Red Wine Chicken

I just had dinner, red wine chicken, given by Dr Teoh. It was actually given to him by a patient from Setiawan. It was the third or fourth time that he gave me red wine chicken. Dr Teoh loves FooChow food. His father was Foochow from China. He told me that i must stop by Setiawan before i go back to KL for good. He even recommends the Foochow restaurant there. He sometimes talked to me in Foochow. His favourite line is Xiak ba mui? Means eaten? That is very common line in Foochow. Mrs Teoh doesn’t really like red wine. She likes stuff cooked with coconut milk. She always cook Foochow food for Dr Teoh if he requested. And Dr Teoh will give me some. I will miss Dr Teoh dearly when i leave. Thank you Dr Teoh.

Farewell dinner by the nurses

The gals planned a farewell dinner for me. Before that, they had asked me what I’d like to eat, where do i prefer, and they gave me all the choices of nice food around Ipoh. Finally, we’ve make up our mind and had dinner at this place called Bing Tau restaurant. (Bing as army and Tau as head in Chinese) The food were really nice. We ordered Wat Tan Hor, Mun Yee mee, Lou Shu Fun chau belacan, xing chou Mai, Kam Fung fish with Thai sauce, Kau Yeok, Long beans and brinjal with preserved radish and a pot of Chinese tea. The food were just nice, not too salty or tasteless and they were in quite big portion. There were lots of people. Some even shared table because not enough tables. I thanked Sister Chow, Celia, Bridget and Helen for the treat.


These are Sister Chow and Celia.

These are Bridget and Esther.
All of us talking to each other while waiting for the food to come. This is Celia.
First came the fried bee hoon (xing chow mai). I only remember to take photo when i was half way eating.
Then came along Mun Yee Mee.
Then wat tan hor.
Then long beans and brinjal. Notice that the brinjal is not in purple color? Because it was peeled. This is good.

Forgot to take the photos of pork and fish because too busy eating. haha

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Tonight i went to see a play called “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”. It was done by unprofessional actors, in which they are not receiving any payments upon what they are doing. They have their own permanent job as well. All of them are Christians but from different churches and they call themselves Footstool Players.

It was a good play. It consisted of 2 acts. Each act consisted of several unrelated sketches, which talked about love, family, courtship and marriage. Some of them were funny and some were touching. There were songs played during the short intermission between each sketches and the songs actually reveal more about the sketch. Those people can really act. The Footstools players had presented the same acts all over Malaysia (more than 50 times since its establishment!). For more information about it, you can visit www.footstoolplayers.com.

Mooncake Festival

I just went back to KL last week for moon cake festival. It wasn’t my plan to go back. But, Mr Ang said it is a festive for family gathering, thus he encouraged me to go back and have dinner with his family. He is such a typical Chinese. Haha, i love it though. We had dinner at his auntie’s house, which are just couples of streets away from his house. We had prawns, chickens, ducks, mushrooms, ABC soup and vege for dinner. It was a great one.

I am leaving my current job and leaving Ipoh to KL for good. This is sad. I will miss dearly all the 3 doctors. They are my beloved persons in Ipoh. I always feel a kind of strange feeling towards them. For me, they are my gynaecology fathers. Nothing in OB & GYN will beat them up because they have been working for so long. They are the pioneers in this field in Ipoh and one of them apparently is one of the few doctors in Malaysia who knows how to do Wertheim’s hysterectomy and colposcopy. I really learn a lot from them. Being here for one year is not enough at all. However, i believe everywhere is a place for learning.

Sunday

There is this gospel song, of which i don’t know the title and original singer, of which the first 2 lines started with,

When the stage is bare tonight,

There’s no one else, just you and me...

These words touched my heart. It is true. When i reach home from all day’s work, it is only me and God. No one else. I don’t have to pretend to be someone else. I don’t need to talk, God already know my sorrow, my grief, my gratefulness, my happiness, my feeling... Life is so much harder for Christians. I have tried to put on smiley face and reassure myself that everything will be alright. But the reality is not so. However, i am still glad that i have God. He is my loyal listener, my soul mate. God knows i have uncountable unspoken stuff. He knows. He never gave up. He always show me the way and give me hope when i am at bottom. Thank you God.

Thoughts

Today Jia called to discuss about the condo expenses. I am a sonographer. If i am at any country but Malaysia and Singapore, i earn quite a lot, easily more than 5k. But in Malaysia and Singapore, sonographers are not so respected. Even the word sonographer is not in my Microsoft vista vocabulary! The word is underlined with wary red lines. But i chose to be in Malaysia. I am happy with the work here and i still have a lot to learn. Anywhere can be a learning place regardless how bad is the working condition. I believe that i will earn more in the future. But i need more time. Don't worry Jia, i will pay back one day. I know, for you it really doesn't really matter. But it matters to me.

1st Sept 2009

I was thinking when i drove back just now. Sometimes, i like to drive. Driving makes me think deeply. Driving gives me time to think things i never thought before.

I was sick after Tania came to visit me and Ummi. I knew it was just a normal cold and flu. But with the H1N1 viruses everywhere and flu viruses mutation every millisecond, somehow i thought of me getting the virus. There was a time that i got the flu and fever at the same time that cause some difficulties in movement and all my joints were aching. Then, i started to think ridiculously. What if i really got the flu and movement is really hard? Who will help me? Who will make sure i get healed? Shall i go back KL so that Mr Ang can take care of me? No, i should not, later they will get infected too. Then, how i get heal without people taking care of me? I am all alone here. Who to see? What to do? Bla bla bla... haha, now that i am healthy, when i think back, it was quite hilarious.

Then i thought about the fight that i had with Nong. Shit happened and people fight. In the end i still love her as my sister. If i were to choose my sisters again, i will still choose them. Angry words were said and can’t be taken back but forgiveness is given. I know things change after angry words were spoken, but i am a very hot temper person. I always try to change, i always do. Somehow, it doesn't work. Maybe i will change in the future after i was hit by a really expensive lesson. Or maybe i will wake up one day with my attitude totally changed. Maybe one day i was struck by lightning and got amnesia which cause my hot temper to disappear. Ah, maybe...

Gastric!

I always skip my breakfast. I believe that breakfast is the most important meal of the day but i just cannot bring so much food into my mouth so early in the morning! I usually will reach the clinic 15 minutes earlier. Since i am a slow eater, 15 minutes is never enough for me to have my breakfast. I still remember i could spend 1 hour eating in front of the TV or magazine. Thus, instead of eating in fast motion of my breakfast, i always skip them. Skipping the breakfast will cause me getting very hungry by lunch time. Getting VERY hungry is actually not good, it will cause you eat very fast without realizing it and you will easily end up indigestion or gastric. I never know the true meaning of gastric pain until a few days ago and i am still getting gastric pain until today. No matter if i am hungry or full, i still got the vague pain at my epigastrium region. The pain will only go if i lie down or i bent my body. If i stand or straighten my body, the pain will be there. Now i really have to watch out my diet. No more sour, spicy food if i am very hungry. No more cold drinks anytime during interval of meal. Everything must be taken warm without spiciness and sourness. This is suck!

Tania’s Visit to Ipoh...FINALLY! (13/08/2009-16/08/2009)

Nenek Tania has good news to break! And she will tell those good news to everyone in very vain and over exaggerating cuteness voice, without any hesitation of showing all her teeth. Yep, she passed her exam and she is no longer the nenek-in-braces. Which means, she can kiss liao! Haha, just kidding. She is very happy with her new appearance that even a fat figure won’t affect her. She told us (me and Ummi) that she has been thinking of food (especially curry and deep colored food) all the time and she feels hungry every single second! Hah, that is so exaggerating. But that’s the truth. Thus, Ummi and I planned to FEED her until she stops complaining of hunger.

On her first night here, we brought her to Andersonian Club to have some Northern Indian food. I had been there once during last year’s Deepavali (invited by Dr. Usha and family) and the food were really nice. We had ordered 6 dishes; grind spinach with cheese, brinjal masala, butter chicken, curry mutton, plain naan bread and white rice. All the food was so nice that we actually spent the first half hour by ooing and aahing of how good were the food. Oh, did I mention that we all ate with our bare hands! That was so Indian and the food was more delicious this way. Well, Ummi and I don’t have any problems of doing that but Tania has! At first she was reluctant and she grabed the spoon and fork, which were all confiscated by me. Haha..I just love to tease Tania. It was fun seeing her kelam-kabut eating with bare hands. We also mange to finish 2 portion of rice because we just can’t stop eating as the food was too good. Ummi also ordered a glass of homemade Indian yogurt for Tania. I didn’t even try that out because i think the taste is weird and unacceptable.

Tania, who was so excited to show us her unbraced teeth.

Thee food, before and after.

On Friday, Tania went to visit the clinic gals and buying lunch for them too. She bought Vietnamese chicken chop rice. It was very nice but i was too hungry to grab a picture of it. She also managed to get each doctor a fruit basket. Dr. Adlan was on leave thus he asked Tania’s HP number from me today (18/08/2009). He wanted to congratulate Tania upon her result. I think Tania must be surprise and happy to receive his call. After the lunch, Tania chatted with me throughout the lunch time before she headed to Jusco.

We met at night again for dinner. We had planned to go a night market at First Ipoh Garden. It was apparently the biggest Pasar Malam in Ipoh. I grabbed some pictures and Tania bought some stuff there. We really enjoyed ourselves that we walked and just buy any food that we liked along the way. I always think the most enjoying moment of walking a big pasar malam is eat, walk and see at the same time. It is so Malaysian! Haha...

Saturday was all planned. Ummi and I worked till 1pm. Since Tania was all stuffed with curry during the breakfast and brunch time, Ummi and I had our lunch at Tesco food court. Then, we do some window shop at Tesco. We played with some party stuff and also bought some of the silly stuff. After that, we went to Gunung Lang as planned by Ummi. There was a park across the river at Gunung Lang. We need to go there by boat. So we went. It was so hot that all the three of us were restless. Time really flied. At 6pm, we went to Same Taste Restaurant for dinner. The restaurant is famous for its glass noodle crab and fish porridge. So, we ordered those 2 dishes. It was just finished raining that the restaurant’s tables full of flies. We had to cover our drinks with tissue, wiping the table with scented facial tissue (because according to Tania, flies scared of scented stuff), throwing away anything that contacted with the flies, etc. The food was nice but we were shocked when we see the bill. Too expensive man!

At night, we went for a movie, “The Proposal”. It was comedy romance. I liked it. It was good. I also bought a blouse at Seed after seeing Tania wore it. The only difference is Tania got it in grey and mine is orangey pink. Somehow, after Jia bought me the pink crocs-copycat shoes, I don’t resent pink anymore. Haha... yes, I admit it, my name is Bibiana and I love pink!

The 3 of us in disguise-glass wear, i think it is funny. Ummi bought 2 packets (a total of 8) of them. haha...don't we looked hilarious?

It was fun having Tania coming to Ipoh during the weekend. It will be more fun if Xiao Ting, Yati, Siew Fei and Chee Tian could join us!

Denial

I am sitting at a corner in an OldTown Cafe at Ipoh. There is a huge aka fat daddy watching over his 3 children running, fooling around in the cafe. The children are screaming, running, fooling around. It is very annoying and not cute at all. I resent this. I don't mind people running up and down but the anooying noise, is a totally NO. Uncivilized, no manner, uncontrolled and untaught are what i am calling them.

It has been long time time since my last visit to my blog. At first, it was busyness kept me away, then, it was the denial. I was trying to avoid things that i did not want to see. I gave it a thought and now i overcome the denial.

Had a lot of shit going on since my last blog. First was the visit to Fraser Hill with Mr Ang during the first weekend of August, then the sisters visit during the second week, followed by Tania's visit to Ipoh, and the most recent one was being back stabbed by one of the colleague. Well, things happened for a reason, I am just getting wiser and better in handling stuff.
Thus, I have a lot of shit to bare this time! haha...

Fraser Hill Trip (1-2 August 2009)

I was all excited when i knew i was going to Fraser Hill. The excitement increase 10 times when i knew that i was going there with Mr Ang and his friends. Why? Because it will solve my curiosity about the way he and his friends spending time together. You will really be surprise to see the way they communicate with the girlfriends or spouse around. It will be totally different. With their GF around, all the 4-letter words no longer heard. Besides, it is really fun going to a trip with a bunch of people that you know. Well, there were 12 people going; 2 married couples, 1 going-to-get-marry couple, 2 undefined couple and 2 men without any partners. Please don’t get it wrong, those 2 men were not gay, one of them married and just had a baby girl and another one is still single. Sorry, i am not going to tell which category that i am in.

So, on Saturday morning, after having breakfast at 9++ am, we departed to Fraser Hill! One of the married couple will only join the rest of us later that day, around 7pm. Actually, in the first place, there were only 3 couples going. But since Mr Ang’s group of friends are inseparable and must do things together, the rest bulge in later in which case they have to book their own hotel or apartment. We had the plan going on earlier, thus we only booked the apartment only enough for 6 persons. We were so lucky we booked the apartment earlier. This is because, when the rest try to get a spend-a-night place, all the good ones were fully booked and this left either the lousy ones or the very expensive ones. Eventually, they got one apartment with 3 rooms as well but the condition was much more horrible. Well, it was not so horrible that it will leak when it rain type, it was horrible that the apartment had a no inhabitants smell. You know, the smell of old books in the ancient library. Yeah, that’s it, it was that smell.

Journey to Fraser Hill was horrible due to road blocks. That was because there was going to have an anti-government parade. Thus we actually trapped in KL for more than 1 hour before we found the highway to Fraser Hill. Besides, the road to Fraser Hill was so winding that i almost puke when i reach up the hill. The feeling of wanting to puke but unable to puke was the most uneasy and terrible feeling that i could remember.

However, once we reach Fraser Hill, i was so amazed with the fresh air and beautiful scenery there. It is very nice, peaceful and quiet. I love it. The very first place that we visit once we reach up there was the toilet. Then, we went to have a look of the apartment. Our rented apartment was okay, not horrible. It was quite fully furniture. 3 rooms with double or 2 beds, a kitchen with a fridge, some plates, bowls and forks and spoons, 2 bathrooms with water heater, carpeted floor, a balcony with beautiful scenery. Mr Ang came here before, and he thought he was staying in the same apartment and the same room too!

After settling all our stuff in the apartment, we went around Fraser Hill looking for some amusement. Well, the hill was a small town, i can say we’d visited all the recreational park. First, we went to visit the town. There is a small roundabout at the middle of the town with a clock tower at the middle of it. We saw a few Indian singers doing an MTV shot at a park there and also a pair of groom and bride doing their wedding shots. That made me thinking of where to do wedding shots in the future. My final decision is, “Mr Ang, can we not have any scenery shots for the wedding? I think it is tedious, tiring and pointless.”

Then, we went to the horse riding park. Some of our friends had a horse ride which cost them RM4 per round. I didn’t had the ride because i am scared. It was not easy to ride on the horse! Then, we walked to the archery park which located just beside the horse riding park. Mr Ang took part in archery (RM8 for 10 arrows), and he gave me 2 arrows to try on. Haha.. I missed 1 arrow, shot 1 arrow too soft which it fell just in front of us (which since the arrow dropped so near in front of us, Mr Ang asked me to pick it up, which i end up with 3 arrows) , heating the ground, heat the final arrow on the target. It was entertaining and funny. When one of my arrows fell on the ground in front of me, i burst out laughing! Haha... I never knew that i can be really suck at what i never do before. I never want to play archery anymore.

We had a steamboat buffet for dinner. We brought up all the necessity stuff earlier. The guys so scared that the girls would overeat, that they brought more-than-enough food. We end up bringing the left over back to KL. How silly?! We stopped by Bentong to have lunch the second day before we go back KL. It was a good trip.

This is me and Mr Ang taking picture with a beautiful old looking house. We invaded the private premise because we think it is so much like we were at oversea. We actually taking photos of the house at every angle except the astro satelite because then people will found out. haha..
There, all the girlfriends.
There, all the men.
At the clock tower at Fraser Hill town.
At th entrance of Freaser Hill

It is hard to write a simple letter

Time flies. One year passes even faster. My time here is almost finish. I never thought it would be this hard. Tears are rolling in my eyes. I don't know where to start. I know i must somehow get through this. It will have to come to an end one day. It is my heart. I have too many feelings for the place. This is one of the best memories i ever have. I must get prepared. I love where i am right now. But life goes on. God please give me the strength to carry on.

Give Thanks

1. Thank God for giving me such parents.
• Mum, you are really great and i am very proud of you. You never give up on any serious matter. Without you, I won't be here today and i won't keep on thinking improving myself. Whenever i face a problem and i have no idea what to do, i will think what you will do, then i will know what to do.
  
• Dad thank you for being such magnificent cook. Thank you for feeding me with all the healthy food that you cook. I know you are not good in expressing your love to us. Dad, i know, cooking for us is one of your way expressing your love. You are the fastest cook with most delicious food ever. I am grateful i grew up with your cookings. I know it is not easy to be our dad. You are great dad.
2. Thank God for giving me such sisters
• Jia, you are the greatest Jia ever. I know i have been saying this so many times, but i still want to say it out loud because i really meant it. Thank you for loving me then and now. Whenever i asked my friends if their sisters treat them the way you treated me, they all tell me that my Jia really love me. You have done many sacrifices and love me like mum and dad when they are not around. Thank you Jia. I love you.
• Nong, thank you for being yourself. You are really great in expressing yourself. Forgive me for not loving you as much as Jia. You gonna be okay. Don't worry about the job or the future. Just do your very best and leave the rest to God. God will settle them for you.
  
• Onge, thank you for growing up so fast. I can't believe that you've grown up and is now an adult who can make your own decision without us worrying about you. Forgive me for not able to give you whatever you want. I will try my best to be a better sister in the future.
  
3. Thank God for giving me Mr Ang. Mr Ang, thank you for being there for me anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Thank you for listening to all my grumbles and complaints. Thank you for not neglecting me. Our relationship has come to 3rd year but you still love me as if we were in our first year. Thank you for putting up with all my bad temper and silly attitudes. Thank you for not fooling around with me but giving me good advices and reasonable reasons whenever i complain. Thank you for being so rational. Thank you for completing my another half.
4. Thank you God for giving me such good future-Mother-in-law. I know it is too early for me to say this and some people just think it is bad luck to mention this so early. I don't believe in luck. I do believe in hardwork. I believe that if i do my job as a daughter-in-law, my mother-in-law will love me as the way she loves her son. Thank you auntie for not hesitating of telling me what is in your mind. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for thinking of me whenever it is appropriate. I will love you as i love my own parents.
   
5. Thank you God for giving me such bosses. Thank you all the doctors for treating me as good. Thank you for tolerating my naive knowledge. Thank you for the never-stop-teaching attitude. Thank you for giving me chances to learn. Thank you for giving conveniences. Thank you, you will always in my mind.
   

Our Pet, Rabbit

I am watching Grey’s Anatomy, the episode which George O’Malley’s dad died. It was touching and it reminds me of my little pets last time.

We used to have white rabbits as pets last time. We had a couple, a male and a female. They mated and gave birth to small rabbits.

Rabbits have short pregnancy period. Thus they can get pregnant really fast after the first delivery.

We (Jia and I) were not good in taking care of babies. I forgot how many baby rabbits were delivered but i remembered they all died. When it only left the last one to survive, we were so scared that the baby rabbit will die half way through our sleep, we took the baby rabbit sleep with us, in our room. Not the sleeping together type but with the baby rabbit in a small basket and we were just nearby. As expected, the last baby rabbit died too but at least it died when we were around. We hugged it and cried. It was gone too soon. We didn't even named it yet! We didn't even know it was a he or she. We hugged until it was cold. We still hugged it and it still smelled like milk when it died. I miss you, baby rabbit.

My loitering spot in ISH

You know, everyone must have a loitering spot at their working place or school or something. Well, i have one as well but i found it only recently.

The hospital that my clinic located is a private hospital and i am not working for the hospital. I am working for the doctors of one of the clinics in the hospital.

During lunch time, i normally will spend some time at a fruit shop in the hospital. Beside the fruit shop, there is a hearing aid shop, a mini market, a first aid equipment shop, a bakery and a cafeteria in the hospital.

The owner of the fruit shop is Uncle Koh. He is a retiree. He worked as a primary school headmaster last time, just like my dad. I like to talk to Uncle Koh. He likes to tell jokes and sometimes we chit chat. Sometimes, he will give me some extra fruit when i buy from him. He has 2 other helpers whom i spend time with.

This is how the fruit shop looks like from the inside. The lady in blue is Barbara. She is very cute. She has big size body but she is a very nice lady.

This is my favourite fruit of all. It is ciku, in case you don't know what it is. I love the sweetness of it. Luckily it is not available everyday, if not, i will go broke buying them each day!


I went out with them yesterday for steamboat buffet at a place called Kon Shong restaurant. Comment for the steamboat buffet is just so so. Nothing special.
This is Carol, one of Uncle Koh's helper.

This is Kelly, another helper of Uncle Koh. Beside her is a guy who has been loitering around at the fruit shop, like me, whenever it is lunch time.

I also went out with Ummi and Yati again to Asam House. It is quite a nice place with nice food. But cannot go too often because the prices are also quite NICE!

These were two of the dishes that we ordered. There was another soup, si chuan soup. I was too hungry to gallop the food. So, no si chuan sopu photo.

Ummi, the most hungry one among us, busy galloping her food.

Desperate Dream

I wake up very early in the morning in order to catch the bus to Ipoh, thus i am quite tired the whole day. I went to the bed that night right after i had my light dinner. I dreamt. It was a happy dream. I dreamt that Tania’s result is out and she passed. One of the junior who is supposed to replace my place in Ipoh here also passed. I was so happy. i was thinking, finally i can shift back to KL. But ceh, it was just a dream.

Home Cooked Food

I love home cooked food. I don’t really fancy restaurant food. If I had taken outside food for a few days straight on, i will long for home cooked food, simple yet nice, with no heavy-taste gravy. Sometimes, a simple and plain porridge will satisfy me.

However, since I move to Ipoh, i have not had the chance to do some home cook. This is because; it is quite hard to cook for one person. Mr Ang knows what I want. He always doesn’t like me to cook when i am back in KL. He doesn’t want me to spend time cooking. He wants me to accompany him and spend time with him. He likes me being around, within his vision, even though we are not doing any talking. He doesn’t want me to get tired from the cooking. Thus, whenever i am back to KL, he will try his best to bring me around to have home cooked meal or have his mother’s cooking whenever she is around. Auntie’s cooking is nice. Of course not as good as my dad’s. Daddy, don’t worry, you cook the best home cooked ever, now till forever.

Normally, i will help auntie to prepare some vegetables, ie cutting or washing them. It is always not nice to eat and not helping around. Auntie is understanding. She knows i love home cooked food, she will try her best to cook if she is not tired. Well, auntie is not working but with her age and some illness, i understand. I will try to cook for her in the future.

Transformer, here i come!

I went back to KL last weekend. It was a 2-week-ahead plan. The last time when i went back to KL, Mr Ang said i must go back to KL to watch the Transformer2 with him.

He is like that. I told him it is ok for him to watch it with other people because i am not around to watch it with him. Sometimes, by the time i am in the mood to watch a movie or i have the spare time, it was too late either to make a booking or the movie was not on screen anymore. Thus, Mr Ang said, this time, no matter what, I must accompany him to watch it. He even said NO to his movie buddy and save the movie for me.

However, as usual, we faced some troubles watching it. He was too late to make a booking for the movie at night time. Why night time? I have no idea. Can somebody explain to me why the cinema always packed with people, back-to-back, especially on Friday and Saturday NIGHT time? Why not noon or afternoon?

At first, Mr Ang had given up because all the tickets for night time had sold out. For the last resort, he booked the tickets for noon time, 12noon. Thus, he had to sacrifice a few hours of his sleep. But it worth it, the movie was great. Thanks Mr Ang. Oh, i saw the preview for Land Of Lost. It was hilarious. I am gonna watch that next time! Mr Ang, you hear me? LAND OF THE LOST! Kakakaka...yaahoo......

OK, I admit, I am a Durian Lover Stage IV!

Hi, my name is Bibiana and i am a durian lover stage IV.

I love durian but i never know that i am a stage IV durian lover until today! I was planning to eat another round of durian. Just like what i did last time; get a container, ask people to open the durian for me and i’ll put in the durian and dabao back.

Though i love durian, i won’t take them if it is not the season because it would be expensive then. I am a stingy person. I won’t spend more than RM10 for anything that i think not worth it. So today i got the durian for RM10 again. The only difference is, there were not 3 durians, there were 5 of them! No, wait, maybe 6! I lost my count! I was too concentrating to grab the durian seed and put them into the container until i forgot to count exactly how many i bought. Eventually, my container wasn’t big enough so they give me a plastic bag. I was thinking, walau eh, so many durian and i am gonna eat them all by myself! I don’t even dare to tell them because i am 99% sure that they think i got them for my whole family. Don’t worry, i am not gonna eat them all in a day, i like them froze and i’ll take them just like normal fruits, bit by bit, day by day. Hey can’t blame me, my dad is a durian lover so it is perfectly okay for me to be a durian lover. Like father like daughter mah...kakakaka...

Oh, do you know that some people can take durian with white rice? For them durian is just like a side dish. Bluek, that is just too gross. Some people like to peel off the durian flesh and preserve it with salt so that it can be kept for some time. What are they going to do with it? They will scoop out at least 2 scoops each time and stir fry it with some shallots, garlic and dried anchovies. All you have to add for seasoning is some sugar. Know why i know this dish so well? Because my mum loved it and i am the one who cook it every time. Every single time! Please NOTE, i only cook i don’t eat. No comment for that dish. (My mum loved it, what do you expect me to say?!) Oh, by the way, they call preserved durian tempoYAK. (If you noticed why i have 3 letters in block, that is my feeling towards the dish. Don't tell my mum)

I am not from a rich family. My mum and dad are hardworking people. They are not irresponsible people. They are not the kind of parents who would resign their job just like that without any backup. Mum is still working and dad is a retiree. I think they have done their best. I thank them for that.

Thus, my sisters and i were not brought up in a very luxurious way neither were we mistreated. Mum and dad fed us with nutritious food though not shark fin and abalone. In my place (Sarikei), hotdog is not an existence food. Why do i say so? Because, we came first, not the hot dogs. Hot dogs only appear in the market at my hometown when i was in my primary school. When the first hot dogs appeared in the supermarket, we begged mum to buy for us. We always think that the hot dogs must taste really really good as what we always see in TV. When mum bought, we always thought that it could only be cooked in grilled method, thus, in order to have the grilled effect, we stir fry it with very little oil in the pan. You know, when you put very little oil, the fire must be quite slow if not, you’ll burn them easily. So, can you imagine how long it took us to cook the hot dogs? How naive we were! Of course, people get lazy and smarter, so eventually we found out many methods to cook the hot dogs; fry with eggs, deep fry, hot dog fried rice/mee/mihun/kuey tiow, etc,etc. We even sick of eating the hot dogs because mum cooked it almost every day as it was one of the simplest, fastest, least troublesome dish.

Then, the first KFC appeared in my hometown. We were so excited that we made some rules. Rules were, anyone who got good results should spare a treat to KFC.

I was in transition year back then. Malaysia somehow had a stupid rule that all Chinese stream primary students should go for a year of transition before they go to Form One. What was the reason? Because you were Chinese educated, thus you must learn sharpen your basic before you go to Form One, if not, you will struggle a lot. If you want to straight away jump to Form One, you must take UPSR exam from Malay stream, If you at least got a C for both Karangan and Pemahaman, then you can JUMP to Form One.

I mean what kind of rule is that! I was quite confident that taking Malay stream exam was not a big problem but i was discouraged by my headmaster because according to him, if i really get poor result, my result will decrease the passing percentage. Walau eh, when i think back, i really thought that was a silly excuse. Ok, enough about all the regrets and frustration. oh, did i tell you that i am a year older than the same badge as i am? Why? Because of the stupid Transition year la! ok ok, really enough about the stupid stories.

So, back to the story when i was in transition year. Since i was quite confident that i was quite good, my theory was proven when i got number 1 throughout the year. No one can beat me. (MJ sang "Beat it, just beat it", yeah that's what i mean! Mind you, it is NOT "pilih, dah pilih", hahaha) I was in position one for each semester and my percentage was more than 80% each time. Well, nothing to be proud of, i was a BIG fish in a really small pond. Thus, when i got number one each time, mum will have to treat me and my sisters to KFC or Sugarbun and i will be the person to control all the food, such as, who get the drumstick, how many pieces of chicken each should take, what to order, etc. I still remember Jia drove us (Nong, and I) to the Sugarbun once and end up with a summons because she was caught for not on the car light. That was one of the experiences which contribute to my phobia toward policemen.

I think another reason for me to scare in traffic officers was the Shell game. I joined the Shell game before which was a traffic game; you are a cyclist when cycle with a bicycle, you are a driver when you drive with a small size car, you are pedestrian when you walk, you and your teammates drive/cycle/walk in a small park which decorated to simulate a town, there are traffic officer everywhere, thus if you offend a traffic crime, you will be given a summons.

Me and my teammates were good. We practiced almost every day. We skipped our studies, we cycled so far to the simulated park to practice, we practiced under the sun until we become little red Indian. Eventually, we were paid back with what we’d practiced. We got number one. We almost got full mark. We only got deducted for 1 point because i was summoned by the traffic officer. Yep, i am the only one who got the only summons in the team. Well, who cares, in the end, we still represented my small little town (Sarikei) to compete with other town in Sarawak and i was no longer the person who got the most summons! That’s me! God is really great. He always let me taste the bitter bit before He let me face the true challenge. In that way, i learn how to face bigger difficulties. I love God for that! For punishing me a bit before the real punish falls on me.

P.S. No picture for this post. This is a boring, long and all about complaints post.

I am MOTIVATED!!!

Today, i went for a jog at a park near the hospital. They call the place Polo Ground. My colleagues are very naughty. Well, i don’t blame them because they are working in a GYN & OB clinic. Thus what they think would not beyond what they have been doing. The minute i told them that i want to jog at Polo Ground, they straight away told me that, at night time, all the cars there will tend to move. I was quite scared because the park is almost surrounded by cemeteries. But, what they really meant is, the cars tend to “move” or “shake” due to what people is doing inside the car. Yep, you know la, those people who are so desperate but at the same time cannot afford to get a room one leh. Then i asked, the police not doing anything about it meh? Nope, all the police close both their eyes. Then i know,why and where some of the unmarried pregnant ladies from. Ergh...disgusting!

The park is a nice place and it is quite big and fully facilitated. There is a place for bicycle riding, feet reflexology, picnic, football, sprint, etc. There are some hawker stalls beside it too. They said the laksa kedah is nice. Well, i was thinking of taking some pictures of the park but since it was my first time there, i would like to have another reason for me to go there again. If not, i just couldn’t get my ass up for another jog.

It was actually Ummi date me there. I never worry about Ummi because she is all good being alone. She can take care of herself really well. Tania was thinking the other way around. She always worries about Ummi and she always thinks that Ummi will be kidnapped or lost or something else. Umm is a tough girl. However i didn’t see her just now. I think we just don’t have the luck to meet each other. Never mind, there is always next time.

Something really strange happened yesterday. One of my colleagues lost her car. She and a few other hospital employees park their cars somewhere near but not under hospital premises. However, only her car was stolen. In the end, i gave her a ride home. Then, the next day, other colleagues told me that her car was not stolen, it was towed actually due to no car loan payment for months and this happened before. She really good in telling others that her car was stolen! OGK. Sometimes, i think better not to have any kids at all if you are not thinking of giving them the best.

Oh, just wanna update you all about my course in Penang in April. I just got the group photo.

I believe i might be one of the youngest among all the attendants and i am very glad to attend the course. I really learn a lot.

hmmm.....

Why does Tuesday come after Monday?

That is a line of lyrics from one of MJ songs.

I’ve live in this world for more than 25 years. There are many things had happened. I know this is life. You live, you face troubles, you overcome problems, you feel all the feelings. You can’t turn back time to change the history. Sometimes, you feel something but you can’t tell it with words. You got speechless with your mind stuffed. What to do? You listen to songs. You listen to the correct songs with correct tunes, lyrics, pace, then, you will feel better. You feel that what puzzled you is explained and answered.

I always think of my pass. My primary school, my secondary school, my college time, my first job, my first bf, my first time being alone without Jia....i remembered my secondary school the most. My primary school and college time didn’t leave me many memories.

Ah, my secondary school, St. Anthony. I met all my buddies there. I shone there once, i won and i lose there too. I miss them. I never thought i’d go this far. What’s next? What’s my next target? I am loss.

Feel sorry

Feed back of the course:

· Pathology: explained sufficiently

· Sonography: not sufficiently explained. There is no definite method or solution sonographically to what had discussed. It is too basic, mostly to help GPs to deal with antenatal cases.

Sometimes, it is really sad to know that some GPs just don’t know what they are doing. In these cases, the victims are the patients. It is advisable for all pregnant ladies seek O&G doctors, better still cum fetal medicine. This is because, some GPs and some old fashion O&G clinic don’t know how to fully utilise their ultrasound machine. These doctors, who never undergo any training in sonography, barely know how to do fetal measurements using the ultrasound machine. All the measurements are made wrongly in wrong plane. The only thing that they know is to see fetal heart beat with the ultrasound machine. Yet, you can actually see a lot of fetal anatomy with the machine. The consequences are, wrong dates of delivery time, missed fetal pathology thus cause fetal or mother death, parents confusion.

26 June 2009: A Memorable Day which will soon be declared as MJ Day

I was shocked this morning when i heard Mr. Ang said MJ died. I thought Mr. Ang pulling my leg again as that is his favorite thing to do. But sadly, what he told me was true. MJ is a singer that no one can ever replace. There is no one can sing like MJ. He was famous of his screaming tone. But i really cannot bear his dancing. He liked to touch his private precious part when he danced, which is also his trademark.

Yati came to Ipoh today for the course tomorrow. I am going to attend the course by Dr. Japaraj at Ipoh GH. I met Yati and Ummi at Ipoh Parade and had a dinner with them at Kenny Rogers.

I always like the side orders at Kenny Rogers, thus i ordered Round-Up platter-cheese macaroni, corn with carrot and coleslaw. A muffin is tag along with the platter and i got myself a banana raisins muffin. I am very surprise that the muffin size had decreased to half of its original size, and it is harder than it used to be. It is not as nice as last time anymore. Another consequence of economy downturn.

Yati had a movie to catch at 8.30pm, so Ummi and I went home. When i started to drive the car, only then i realised that my car tyre is punctured! Sigh, what a day! It was quite late and i believe that the entire car repairing shop had closed so i just drive as slowly as possible (less than 20km/h) to my house, which is quite far away. So, driving the car in slow motion, with double signal lights on, with every other cars over taking me and the drivers watching me, with me talking to myself, with me keep on apologizing in the car, “sorry, tyre punctured,”, etc, etc. Luckily i know a shorter route.

Ummi, me and Yati. I was the one who took the photo. You can know how poor am i in doing that with Yati's face half gone.

Me and Yati

The food that we ordered. i had fried beehun. Ummi had bistik egg with rice, Yati had beehun soup.

Never mind, nothing can beat me down. My Lord is with me. I’ve asked my land lord to fetch me to the GH for the course tomorrow and i can come back by a cab. Then, i can take my car to a mechanic shop near my house. There, problem solved!

I can have the crappiest thing happen to me, i’m not scared, i don’t care, i can’t blame anyone, but the most important thing i survive it. yeah, i survive through it. and i am going to survive any other thing, no matter what.

Durian Again!

Its durian season! After walloping the durian for the first time with Ummi, I am still not satisfy. The weather is really hot but the fragrant aroma of the durian each time i pass by a durian stall even with my car window all lock, i still can smell it and it is so irresistible!

I think i am having some psycho problem. How can i smell the durian with the window closed? It was my inner side who really want to eat the durian so badly!

However, i was facing a trouble. How to bring back all the unopened durian to a rented room? I can’t open the durian in my small room. I can’t open the durian in front of the land lord and her kids without asking them to eat or eat in front of them, which would be awkward! So, i asked for Mr. Ang’s opinion.

He said, very easy, just get a container and ask the durian stall owner open them for me and keep them in it. haha..i never thought that i’d really do that. And so, i did it. i didn’t regret it. the durian taste so good, better than the last time! Thank you Mr. Ang, hahaha.....

Another full container of durian. Even better than the first time! It took me 3 days to finish them. Yummy. Taste even nice from the fridge, just like durian ice-cream.

Durian Day!

The other day, my colleague’s husband bought me 4 durian kampong from the rural area for RM10. Great! Actually, the pasar malam near my place sell durian too since it is durian season now, but eating durian alone is no fun. Thus, i asked Ummi to join me for a small durian fest. I was quite excited at first because i had not been opening durian for ages. Well, i do eat durian in KL, but all opened by the stall people. However, i still prefer opening my own durian. It would be more delicious and tasty.

My dad is a durian lover. He just loves durian. Every time in Sarikei, if it was durian season, he sure will buy the durian almost every day until the season is over. He also loves to open the durian himself. I think he enjoy opening them because he always not let us open it ourselves. It is also he doesn’t want us to get hurt from opening the durian. I still remember there was a time, end of durian season; dad bought a HUGE durian from the market. The durian was really big and from the outside, we could see many lining proving that it had many compartment within. And it cost dad RM20-25 for just one durian. But, in the end we found almost all the compartments were empty. We end up only eating 2-3 small durian! So pathetic.

Opening all the durian was not as hard as i imagine. This is because the durians are ripe enough and some of them even cracked opened by itself. The durians were not as good. The seeds were big and the flesh was thin. Not so good at all. However, it wasn’t bad for the first durian fest.

Opening the first durian. As simple as ABC

All the durian in a container.

This is a small area at Ummi's house, near her laundry area. The place where we opened the durian. We were not allowed to open the durian at the living room because of her super duper OCD house owner.

Bath -_-

Do you enjoy your shower time? Will you spend hours in the wash room? Do you shit, shave, wash, brush, and floss all at the same time? Will you sacrifice a little bit of your resting time in the toilet? Do you just do whatever you need to do in the wash room and straightaway come out or you do them slowly?

No, i don’t like to bath. I don’t like to spend hours in the wash room. I don’t enjoy being wet all the time. I don’t shave, shit, wash, brush and floss at the same time.not even if the wash room is 7-star-hotel-kinda wash room! If i am really tired, i rather spend the time on the bed instead of in the wash room. I will do what i need to do in the wash room. After i finish, i straightaway get out of it. I do not enjoy do them slowly.

Well, since small i am like this. I bet my elder sister felt the same way. Toilet or shower room is not our favourite place; it is only a needy place or place to “solve” some problems. Sometimes, i wish that my wash room is automatic. How? You just step in naked and say ‘wash’ and you’ll be clean in seconds without having you rub, wash or move. How high tech is that huh? Well, actually i learn it from a back-to-the-future movie. Anything is possible if you dream. Haha... how cool is that!

Well, i guess i still like the way i am, as dirty as it can be! hahaha....

My family....

I started to blog only this year around, after being forced by my sisters and my mum. Haha.. Actually, i started one somewhere around 2008 but i did not have the determination to maintain it, i stopped just after one post.

I have 3 other sisters, mum and dad in my family. All of us are gals except my dad. All the gals have their own blog. Well, my dad doesn’t have a blog but with my mum around him all the time, he will not miss any big deal blog that we’ve written. Sometimes, when my mum showed him the pictures or tell him what we blog, he will then give her his thinking and opinions. From there we also learn dad’s thinking and feelings.

I am really glad in this matter. We can read each other’s blog everyday and understand each other’s thoughts and feelings. This is very important because some things are just never too wise to be expressed in word. Sometimes, we just want to say something out in our own words and only those who understand you will understand what you blogged.

Sometimes, I just want to express something small but memorable, so I remember them via blog. Besides, having all the family members in all the corners in Malaysia, blogging will save us some telephone bill. However, i still enjoy talking to my siblings cos i like to manja with them, making strange noise for them to hear, calling their names in different tones and asking silly things about their routine life. I am like this. I am the kind of person who can talk about routine life for non-stop. I know these are small matters but i do really want to know because for me, this is one of the ways to get close to them. By knowing their routines, i can imagine myself around them and thus closer to them. The same goes to my friends. I always love to ask about their routines and family.

When I saw onge’s portrait shot, i noticed that her moles are quite obvious. Those are the pretty moles. i also have a few and i always want to cover them with my thick foundations. I think they make my face dirty. But onge looked very charming with them on her face. I always remembered that mum said the moles are good signs, never attempt to remove them, cos then, your luck might change. Well this is not so true. Mum told us that because she just want to reassure us that nothing wrong having a mole on the face. You are who you are with or without the mole. The mole makes you outstanding, special and different. Who knows, maybe your luck will really changed if you remove the moles! ahh...superstitious!

Oh, i was reading onge’s blog the other day. Apparently, jia cooked ABC soup for them and they liked it. i hope they won’t get bored of it cos it is the ONLY SOUP that jia knows. Oh, i would like to correct onge’s blog that, the drinks that they ordered was sugar cane instead of coconut. Wonder why i know that? Because Jia mentioned that she always ordered sugar cane. Kakaka...