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...

Daily Outfit 10/6/2009

Today, i wore my new dress to work. It is a dress i bought in Ipoh from Next shop. It is a simple yet nice dress. Everyone who saw me told me that i looked nice in that dress. I feel sooo good. Lately i am quite demotivated. Thus, i need to feel nice, presentable, new, confident, pretty, healthy, etc. I want people look at me and think, “Wow, that girl is pretty. How can she manage her life looking pretty and busy with her work at the same time?” I want people be jealous when they see me. Haha, all this feelings are just temporary. They will be gone in a day or two. Then, i will be back myself, wearing all the comfy but not so nice looking blouses and pants. Haiya, how to change? Sorry, pictures are not available because i do not have a long mirror at home. If i take the picture, all you see is just my pretty face. haha..

I had the scariest dream this morning. I dreamt that my whole family went to visiting during CNY by leaving me behind. I was standing there and think, you (my parents) only have 4 daughters and you can forget one of them? How hard is it to remember 4 children’s existence? I straightaway woke up and think in silence and slowly. Luckily it was just a dream. Phew.....

Then, i got prepared and went to church. We sang the song El Shaddai. El Shaddai means God Almighty in Hebrew, the language of Old Testament in Bible.

El Shaddai El Shaddai

El Elyon na Adonai

Age to age you’re still the same

By the power of your name

El Shaddai El Shaddai

Erkamka na Adonai

We will praise and lift you high

El Shaddai

I love this song and it makes me calm and smile each time i sing it. I can sing it with my eyes close. Wait a second, that means, i can talk in Hebrew! haha, just kidding..

After the church, i follow one of my colleagues to have a ride around Ipoh. She and her husband together with another colleague, four of us went to Tanjong Rambutan. Well, people (even me!) always has the wrong perception that Tanjong Rambutan is a place where all the mad (psychiatric) people stay. Actually, Tanjong Rambutan is a small town, which, Malaysia’s largest psychiatric or mental hospital located. The hospital name is Hospital Bahagia. So, not everyone from Tanjong Rambutan is crazy, ok?

There are 2 stud farms there as well. These are farms to raise and train the horses for racing. I wanted to capture some pictures but we were in mobile car, so not able to. But I manage to take picture of this delicious mah chee so that i can bring Mr Ang there next time because mah chee is one of Mr Ang’s favourite. We also went to visit a colleagues' wife after her delivery to a baby girl. I don't know them, I just folllow the crowd.

Then, i went to JJ with Ummi. We planned to buy Crocs shoes from there. We were very disappointed because the Crocs pattern that we want was out of stock. Quite pissed off because the Crocs in KL also out of stock. However, i still manage to buy a Vincci heels and Ummi got a ballet Vincci. Quite happy. I had a wonderful Sunday today. Yay.

Piggy!

Oh, i saw the patient with the father of her child wanted his child to be a bird or a pig instead of human being. I remembered them, so i asked the little boy to be a pig for me...haha, he did, so cute!

Hey, your skirt is....see through!

Ok, all the skirts above are not actually made out of see-through cloth, they are the new rage in Japan. Weird huh, why do some people want others to see their buttock? Strange

Weekend at KL

I spent my weekend (6^th & 7^th June) at KL. I didn’t have to work on Saturday because it was Agung’s (Malaysia King’s) birthday. I went back on Friday night. Mr Ang is a very caring and considerate person. Every time i go back KL, he will always come to fetch me himself. He will never let me take the cab or LRT back even though I am still trying to convince him that he can actually fetch me at the LRT station which is nearer to his house. Well, every time, he will come up with an excuse: yam cha with his buddy while waiting for me to reach KL or go to gym, and by the time I reach there, it is just perfect. He will also always fetch me to Pudu bus station each time I come back Ipoh. He will also try his best to have dinner with me. He knows that I love the dim sum near his house and he will make an effort to have dim sum as one of our meal each time I go back KL. Guess what i had for dinner on Friday night, the night I reach KL? Yep, dim sum! Well this is the kind of life style I have. I love it!

For that weekend, Mr Ang and I went to Jaya Jusco on Saturday. I manage to buy Padini short pants (knee length). So, Mr Ang won’t be able to complain about all the shorter-than-knee-length pants that I have. He also managed to buy 2 pairs of Diadora short pants. In other word, I call them the ‘Ah Pek’ pants. There were sales going on, and he paid RM48 for 2 pairs. Isn’t it wonderful?

We went to watch a movie on Sunday, ‘Nite At The Muzium 2’, at Mid Valley. The movie was just so so. I expected more. I should have just buy the DVD of it and watch it at home. I am like this. I only prefer to watch movies in the cinema if I think it is worth it and only action pack/adventures/dramatic movies qualify. Or else, just get a DVD and watch it at home. Then, I can save one ticket and the pop corn money. Haha, I know, I am very stingy in this matter.

Onge now is in Singapore, with Nong and Jia. I know they are having their good times even though they didn’t go anywhere special. We are like that. As long as we spent time together, we are enjoying ourselves. We don’t really mind fancy dinner or shopping. We just love the time being around with each other. I love the dress that Jia bought. Awesome. Jia, you are awesome. I love you.

Oh, i was dreaming the other day that a policeman summoned me for not parking correctly. Eww..i always have phobia with policemen. Scary.

3 sisters in Singapore

I am really sad. All my other siblings are now enjoying teasing, kicking, screaming, grumbling, complaining, laughing at each other in Singapore. But i am all alone here in Ipoh. Nevermind, i'll meet them up in Kuching next year CNY, wait for me, u guys, gonna punch you all when i see u!kakakaka.......

Twins!

I got a patient came back to visit us just now! She had just gave birth to a pair of fraternal twin! Well she didn't have the babies delivered here in ISH, she did it in GH Ipoh. The twins are under weight and preterm but they are soooo cute. It makes me feel really happy when see my patients safely giving birth. Babies are toxic to sadness. If you are sad, depress, just pay a visit to the babies room and you will feel happy. Yay...I am back into the game! Thank you Jesus for making me feel so great!

I was chatting with mum just now before she was invited by the neighbour auntie to her house to have lunch, yam rice. yummy, i love yam rice. Mum and i always like to chit chat and we can chat for a long long time. We can chat just about anything, from the small petty matter to work matter. But now, all my mum talk about is when am i getting married. Well, Mr Ang and i have a plan and there is no rush to it. Jia always wonder how can i chat with mum for so long. haha...Jia you just have to be more like mummy if you want to chat with her. I think my attitude in a way is very much like mum. Of course not 100%. But some how, same attitudes contradict each other just like north push away north and south push away south in a magnet. Anyway, i love chatting with my mum, and the chat can go never ending.

Feeling Sad

There is a type of people who like to praise all the former colleagues in front of the current colleagues. I resent this type of people. Why would you want to tell the people in front of you how good were the previous colleagues? From here, you will only make the people in front of you feel sad because, you make he or she feels that they are not appreciated. Normally, i will just ignore these kind of people and go on with my own life. Living in this world is too pathetic!