My Working Place

I started to work in Ipoh on 13^th October 2008. That was 5 months and 18 days ago. There was quite a storm before i decided to work here. My decision was purely against by my most beloved people, my mother and Mr Ang. It was one of the tough phases in my life. I know it would be hard, i know it won’t be easy, but somehow, i was convinced by a small voice in a corner of my heart. It said, “Bibiana, go do what u think is right. Make this decision by yourself and not affected by others, just for this time. Don’t be afraid.” It doesn’t feel right and is so wrong if i were to back up and not taking up the challenge in order to move a step ahead. I know i am no younger. I thought if i don’t take this challenge, who am i? If i want to make an impact, i must go to extreme. I know what i am doing now will make a lot of difference in the future.

First 2 weeks in Ipoh was disaster, horrible, painful, lonely, unstable mood. Mr Ang accompanied me to Ipoh with his mother. He drove his car and i drove Jia’s. By night time, when it’s time for him to go back KL, i can’t stop crying. Uninvited and involuntary tears rolled out from my eyes. I can’t stop it at least for half an hour. The next week, Mr Ang's camera was stolen and my tyre punctured and i was having chest pain due to the work adaptation stress. I ate a lot. I cried anytime when i think that i am alone. Finally, i know i am depressed. Luckily, one of the doctors in the clinic is a Christian; he invited me to his church. I am very grateful. I find my consolation there. Now, i am happy and get used to it. Now when i am alone, i will write and read someone’s blog.

I love my job here. I love to scan the patients and find out what is wrong with them. I love to ask patients their medical history and stuff. his is because i love medical. Do u know what will happen to the mother and the baby if both parents are thalassaemia carrier? Well, mother will survive, but baby will stop growing in 5th month if it is affected. Of course, not every baby will be affected and mostly affected baby is boy. Well if only 1 parent is carrier, then, most of the time, it is not dangerous to both mother and child. I love to learn from the doctors and get my knowledge from them. I enjoy my work here.

Today, i wanna bring u all for a tour to my lovely working place.

This is the clinic waiting area where patients sit and wait for their turn. It was an rare occasion that it is empty. It happened because all our doctors had operations to do that day. There is water provided for patients because i need them to have full bladder for scanning.

I took the pictures when it wan christmas season. Thus we had a pathetic christmas tree. we were too busy to get a good one. Even the teddy bear has "no eyes to see".

I work for 3 doctors. Thus, there are 3 rooms. Each day, the doctors will be taking turns to see patients. There will be 2 doctors see patients and another doctor will be on call/in-charge of any emergency surgery and this doctor will be in for evening section.

This is the middle room. It is actually Dr Adlan's room. But since the ultrasound machine is in this room, i am here all the time.

This is the machine in Dr Adlan's room.

This is the washing basin in that room. Each room got its own washing basin.

All the doctors' names in Chinese and English, as well as the working time.

This is the working area. The nurses are wearing their uniform, suit the chairs color. haha..

With these numbers of patients cards, u can understand why the clinic seldom empty.

Last but not least, the cleaness washroom. haha, just joking.

Bliss or Shame?

Sometimes, when i am performing detail scan for patients, with the husband standing behind me observing and listening to my explanations, i can’t help but keep on thinking, her husband must be cheating her; they are so young, getting married at this age, will they survive?; will they be happily ever after? Etc, etc, etc.....my thoughts even become worse if the couples are so young and the pregnancy was a mistake. Why my thinking is so pessimistic? I should be more optimist.

Few days ago, i attended a friend’s daughter full moon dinner. Somehow, the scenario changed my perception. You see, the girl got pregnant before marry. She was wearing wedding gown with her 7 months belly. They are not ashamed of it. Instead it is bliss for them. Now, they are very happy. Sometimes, it is not what had happened; it is how u see the matters. Every time when something bad happened, i will convince myself that it is not bad luck, it is just another precious lesson to learn.

I must admit that, there were far too many bad things happened to me since i come to work in Ipoh alone. Mr Ang’s camera got stolen, my car tyre punctured, i locked myself outside with the car key inside the car, i left my car keys in KL, etc, etc.... but hey, i am still breathing smoothly, still going strong and healthy. I know things looked bad from the outside, but actually, they are not that bad. When something comes up, just find the solutions. Crying and anger won’t solve anything.

After all, what is the purpose living in this world? My answer would be simple and direct, to get “Happiness”.

Well, people from west and east Malaysia really have big difference. In Sarawak, during full moon, we have home-made red wine chicken soup with misua. But, in west Malaysia, they have black vinegar sour pork and yellow wine chicken. However, there is one similarity and that is red egg! hahah..

I had these during the full moon dinner.

Black vinegar sour pork, chicken curry, yellow wine chicken with ginger, beehun...

Here's the egg and ang ku kuih.

Well, according to them, round ang ku means boy, long ang ku means girl.

This was given by another friend during her own full moon. As u can see, it is luxury. Half chicken, bbq pork, and ku, egg and some ginger. Well, the ang ku is round, so u can guess she had boy or girl rite? The food last me for 5 days..ahaha...

Regrets

I have far too many regrets in my life. Just to name a few, until now;

• Not able to attend my most beloved grandma’s funeral. I was at the corner of my exam and i didn’t make an effort to go home. That was just excuses. I know why i don’t want to go home for the funeral. It is too painful. I don’t have the guts. I am so sorry Grandma. I always love you, so much. I am so thankful i manage to talk to Grandma for the last time just before she went.

• Not able to see my most beloved Grandpa before he passed away. I manage to attend his funeral. It was painful too. But with mum, grandma and all the aunties around gave me the strongest support to walk the final walk with Grandpa. Grandpa, sorry that i am unable to meet you for one last time, but you and Grandma are always in my heart. i pray for you both. I love you always.
  
  My maternal grandparents were always the most beloved people in my life. This is because they make me their beloved first. Mum always tells me that i was taken care by them since the day i born till 2 years old in a small town in Sarawak, Bintangor. Well, actually it was Sungai Siang which located in Bintangor. In order to get to Sungai Siang, we need to cross a river with a boat which cost 60cents per trip. It was mum’s home town. Mum was working in Sarikei, another small town which was 45 minutes away from Bintangor by car. Mum needed to work shift, so she left me and Jia in Sungai Siang. She only visited us during weekend. When i reach 2 y.o., mum thought she could take care of me, so i shift to Sarikei. Grandpa cried as i was carried away by mum.
  

I miss Grandpa. I miss the wrinkles on his face.

I miss his smile.

I miss his cough noise during dawn, which became my alarm clock.

I miss him in his short pants, topless with a hat, preparing to explore somewhere.

I miss his own-planted vegetables.

I miss his cup of tea.

I miss him sitting in his master rotan chair.

I miss the way he fanned me with a hand-fan.

I miss the bump behind his back. I miss massaging for him by standing behind his back when i was a little girl.

I miss his cooking during the festive season.

I miss Grandpa whistling while fetching me from the port when i was little girl.

I miss Grandma.

I miss the bump upon her forehead.

I miss her smile.

I miss her cooking a lot for us and asking us don’t stop eating.

I miss her telling us skinny eventhough we are fat.

I miss her voice.

I miss her smell.

I miss her mi sua, mum always says Grandma cooked the best mi sua.

I miss her looking at us eating and clearing up all the food while keep on saying, eat more, eat more.

I miss the pyjamas, pillow case and the blanket that she made.

I miss Grandpa and Grandma.

I miss the feeling of waiting them cycling home from the port after their routine market walk every day.

I miss Grandpa calling Grandma ‘Lao hu nu (old Lady), where is my tea?” I know Grandpa was mouth hard but heart soft. He liked to call Grandma old lady but deep inside he loved Grandma so much. They were the longest living couple who seldom fight. I must say i never see them fighting.

I miss the way they call me baby.

We used to visit Grandpa and Grandma when we were small. When i was in primary school, i’ll go back during each school holiday with my cousins. We would play and fool around. I remembered once i smoked too many of the leaves that my father called up to scold me. I thought i was addicted for a while. Luckily it was stoppable. Grandpa used to smoke and he made his own cigarettes. I thought it was interesting, so follow what he did. It was fun. I cut my hand once with a shaver knife. The cut was so deep that my sister said she thought she saw my bone. I still have the scar. Grandma took good care of me. It was not a scary phase. I’ve forgotten the pain but i do have phobia in shaver knife. Each day, Grandma and Grandpa would cycle to the port and take the boat trip to Bintangor. They would walk around, boast around and chits chat with their own kaki. Around 11am, they would be back. We would wait happily to see what they have brought back for us. Grandpa liked to bring back kom pia and Bintangor makes the best kom pia or bagels in this whole wide world. Grandma would always bring back fruits like apple. Each year we would also go back during the first day of CNY. At first, we used to stay a night. Then, as we grow bigger, we no longer visited Grandpa and Grandma during school holidays. We had exams to prepare and we had friends to play with. When we moved to Kuching, we no longer visit them, not even CNY.

Thia is a phase that we mst go throgh as we grow. I thank God for giving me such great grandparents. Thank you Jesus for making them such a lovely couple. They were one of the greatest thing happen to me in my life and i will always remember them. I love you, Ngiung, Ngie Ma.

Sunglass

I always wanted to own a sunglass. But i never know how and what’s the best shape for me. Thus, for my 2009 birthday, i requested Mr Ang to get me one. He was very happy to get one for me. Of course, beforehand, i tried a few and took my photos with them and showed to Mr Ang for his PRECIOUS opinion.

Ugly

Like a blind lady

Nice, but it doesn't fit my nose, so out

Hmm...

Nice

Finally, i bought one. Well, it was slightly beyond my budget but i love it. i wear it when the sun is too striking when i am driving. It is Esprit with purple color frame.

This is the one that i bought and it comes along with its cover which looks like a handbag cos it is limited edition.

This ia the fugly handbag with a fake stone at the middle.

Now, i can wear the sunglass and stare at those people who is out of my way on the road without them noticing me staring at them! hah! I love my sunglass. Thanks Baby...

Jia's visit

I went back to KL last week to to meet Jia. After Jia move to Singapore, I never see her until now. I really miss Jia. She and I both know that sometimes we fight a lot, until we'll say things that we don't really mean. But in the end, we still love each other so much. Beside meeting her, i also meet Mr Ang and stay a nite a his house. He was going to Singapore to 'bai' his late father.

Jia came to KL to attent her friend's wedding. I wanna spend time so much with Jia, so i muka tebal and ask to attend the wedding as well, though i don't really know her friend. keke.. I was thinking of wearing pants for the dinner, but Jia said, no, must wear dress, so...

Getting ready for the dinner. Actually i was pretending cos Jia told me to do so.

Jia bought a new camera recently. It is sony new camera with smile detector. So, we played around with it for a while to discover that the smile detector works by detecting movement around the mouth. Well, some of it (like Mr Ang's HP) do it by detecting whiteness of the teeth. Then i start to think, how about those people without the front teeth? Does that mean that they can't use smile detector?

Try to ask Jia's friend to take photo for us, but the friend keep "1...2...2 and half...ready", arg i was pissed off.

Jia gave me a few belated birthday gifts. I bought her 3 new panties. hahah... She gave me 3 pair of hand-made earings, a HP holder, 2 new blouse by cotton-on.

2 blouses by Cotton-on from Jia

All these are hand-made earings by Jia. Jia is so lihai
Jia, next time, can make this type earing for me? i like these beads better.keke...

This is the turtle given by Jia. Actually it is Jia's present from her colleagues. But nvm, i like it anyway. I've been sleeping with it everyday. i think is is reincarnated Boo Gaa..