R E D i a l t h i s n u m b e r

The difference

2011-12-29T19:26:00.002+08:00

I'm towards the end of my current posting now and oh yeah, it changed my views on Medicine, like seriously.

I used to be afraid and worried that I won't perform well in Medical posting as I am really not a medical person. I am a more hands-on person, more surgical. More, what is there, is there. Not a person that loves to solve puzzles, like the scenarios that usually occurs in medical departments.

But a whole lot of my views changed throughout this almost 4 months that I am here. Honestly, I am beginning to like medicine. Like yeah, seriously.

One of the many reasons that I like medicine is because of the bosses. Yeah, the bosses here are kinda cool and acceptable. What I meant by acceptable is that they (most of them, at least) really do appreciate your opinions and the things that you do. In fact, they love to hear your input so that they can teach you more if you are less knowledgeable in that field.

The bosses treat you like friends, that's nice. Really, it just boosts your confidence in so many ways possible. And yeah, no matter how friendly they are, you just know that they are still your boss, and you respect them, nevertheless.

The other thing in medicine that I like most is that you are allowed to be really hands on. Like for reals, I thought that surgical was procedures, procedures, and procedures, which is true by the way. But most of the procedures are done by the bosses and as a HO, you can't do much but assist. And only that, assist. But in medical, you are allowed to give it a try, of course under the supervision of the bosses. And yeah, once again, that pushes your confidence to a whole new level.

Well, I don't know. I still have a few more days left before I end this post, God willing.

Seriously, I am kinda missing it already.

Exactly!

Puteri Diyana

2011-12-17T20:10:00.002+08:00

Puteri Diyana, nama mu indah sekali. Sering disebut-sebut teruna yang ingin menjadikan diri mu milik mereka. Suara mu bang buluh perindu, di mimpi-mimpi. Cerah gebu kulit mu, bagai sang puteri rembulan yang menghiasi bumi. Mata mu menambat jiwa yang menenungmu.

Bertudung litup, kamu ayu dipandang. Gerak geri mu lemah longlai walau kamu dalam kesibukan kerja. Kamu masih tetap mampu mengekalkan sifat kewanitaan kamu itu. Kamu menjadi idaman sang teruna dan menjadi contoh si dara.

Tapi bukan aku. Maaf Puteri Diyana,aku tak ingin langsung menjadi seperti kamu.

Mengapa?

Kerana hati mu. Hati mu begitu hitam Puteri Diyana. Kamu tidak malu mengata benda yang kamu sendiri tidak tahu, tidak mengenali. Kamu mengata pasal aku. Tapi Allah itu Maha Adil dan Saksama. Kamu telah memberitahu kawan kamu tentang aku. Tetapi kamu tidak tahu bahawa kawan kamu itu, adalah kawan ku jua.

Kamu kata aku sombong? Kerana aku tidak menegur kamu sewaktu kamu baru masuk ke department itu sebagai seorang first poster. Puteri Diyana, aku tak semestinya perlu tegur semua orang. Itu bukan tugas aku. Tugas aku adalah menyelamatkan pesakit, bukan menegur kamu. Tapi aku tak salahkan kamu kerana memang ramai yang kata aku sombong. Kemudian, mereka mengaku bersalah dan meminta maaf kepada aku kerana apa yang mereka sangka, jauh berbeza dari diri ku yang sebenarnya.

Kamu kata aku malas. Puteri Diyana, aku tak pernah sama ward dengan kamu. Bagaimana kamu tahu aku malas? Tidak mengapa. Kamu sendiri pandai menilai. Jika aku malas, dalam mata mu, malaslah jadinya. Tapi aku cuma mahu kamu tahu bahawa, jikalau betul aku malas, mengapa boss2 dari department lain, amat percaya pada aku jika aku sendiri beritahu mereka bahawa aku akan attend patient dahulu atau buat procedure itu dahulu, tanpa perlu mereka datang. Kerana Puteri Diyana, mereka percaya pada aku. Kerana aku telah banyak melakukan procedures and attend to patients STAT. Malah, apa plan aku untuk patients sekarang, boss continue sahaja, tanda setuju.

Aku kesian pada kamu Puteri Diyana.

Amat kasihan pada kamu.

HO survival kit: There is no such thing as freedom of speech.

2011-12-09T14:26:00.002+08:00

I believe that your own page/blog space is your own private territory. You are allowed to express anything that your heart feels. Things that you can't say outside the world wide web, as if you were to say those things out there, they will penalize you for sharing what you think.

Truth be told, there are people who likes to read your blog. Problem is, these people aren't happy that you are expressing your feelings here. Trouble will be on the way to find you once you say something bad (although it is the hardcore truth) about them. Aren't we supposed to be open to comments and make ourselves better based on the comments thrown to us?

Weird, once you are here, your voice and opinions are trapped. If you are daring enough, it is off with your head!

Sometimes, I hope there are more people like Tun M. He thinks far.

My second job

2011-11-05T15:39:00.002+08:00

Wanna take a guess?

Apple pie my way. No recipes required.

2011-11-05T15:16:00.005+08:00

Just core them apples and put them in the pan, +margarine, +cinnamon stix, +brown sugar. Cook.

Made from plain flour, margarine, H20. Made with L.O.V.E

Meantime, check on them apples. Eemmm.... smells fantabulous!

Put the baby to sleep for 30mins. But you have to stay awake. Lullaby not needed.

The first try: tastes great, looks wrong.

The second coming: P.E.R.F.E.C.T

I love things that come in packages (be it big or small)

2011-11-05T15:06:00.006+08:00

I know this is long overdue to post this on the blog huhuhuh....

I almost wanted to count how many cats are in this card and categorize them as well X_x

Shadi, gimme pictures that you promised :P

Purely happy :)

Caught me off guard.

Owh yes, that is Papa Vellu !!

Dr. Love Bite

2011-10-17T15:21:00.003+08:00

I was on call the other day and of course being in the new department almost all the patients are eventful. It was considered a rather good call as in not many patients were were admitted during one time. They were spread out throughout the day.

But one particular patient, he was obviously very eventful. He apparently became desaturated twice in the same day about 3 hours apart. The first time, I was assisted by the MO on call and the patient revived, so all of us went away happy.

The second time however, the patient desaturated again and I was attending to him first. I ordered the staff nurses to call the MO that was on call with me. The MO on call was already in the ward at that time. Lets name the MO on call, Love Bite (LB). LB came and I was presenting the case to LB while at the same time trying to revive the patient. I guess LB wasn't listening to me as LB tried LB'e lever best to repeat each sentenced I said to LB, but most of the time, the sentences were wrong.

LB didn't even touch the patient. All LB did was ordered things and went away while the patient wasn't revived yet. Then LB came and rudely told me that I need to document all this, weird part is, LB didn't even touch the patient. So who was the one that was actually trying to help the patient?

With LB's neck at that time, full of fresh love bites, LB tried to cover the marks. But it was so obvious that as if LB was trying hard enough to show them off. And then LB just walked away, with the patient still not revived.

So, I did it all on my own with the help of the staff nurses. Even they were wondering how could the MO do that? Just leave and let go? When asked to help call the MO from other concurrent teams to help, LB didn't even want to do that. LB asked me to do it, while I was actually trying to revive the patient. Can you imagine?

So I called the other team's MO and told the MO what is going on. All the MO could do was asked me: "If I come down to see the patient, what do you want me to do?". Like, for reals? You are the MO, you should know better.

Finally, the patient revived, I was the one who did it with my staff nurses. The staff nurse even said: "Doc, I think you should be a junior MO. And show those other MOs that you are better than them."

**Smiles.....

As you go higher, your attitude deteriorates.

Insya'Allah, I will never do that.

My belated birthday diary

2011-10-09T11:40:00.004+08:00

Woke up with a positive attitude although I was supposed to be assigned to a new department. That was my birthday present, to start my second posting :).

The rain greeted my day :)

Still very happy to get to the hospital (really?)

Wearing my killer platforms that I bought with Yayah on my trip back to KL. It hurts balls, but hey, I am a fashion slave.

My birthday breakfast: Yes, TEMPE!! I am jawa, so what?

Birthday friend: Pijoy.... always working (like mad)

Prolonging my stay in surgical department (Yes, I miss surgery)

Blogging on my birthday (sempat tu...)

Getting a surprise birthday cake and a sing-along no less :). Thanks so much.

My birthday snack: I was dead hungry by 5pm. My last meal was at 8am X_x

Papparazi shot: Told you, I am a celebrity :)

KL full throttle : Day 2 -tengok-

2011-09-19T13:37:00.005+08:00

Tengok camera: SENYUM!!! ngeeeee.....

Tengok Lontong: MAKAN!!! nom... nom...nom.... Mamak sila jangan jealous :p

Tengok kueh: BELI!!!! mahal ok, 40sen sebiji.

Tengok muka Yayah excited kali pertama naik monorail.

Tengok pencak silat kat Berjaya Times Square.

Tengok Johnny English Reborn: gelak.... gelak.... gelak....

Tengok je, tak naik pun....

Tengok sizzling... LAPAR!!!

Tengok wan tan mee.... manis nyer....

Tengok dance battle. Sedih siott.... X_x

Tengok Ah Beng ni, syok sorang2

Tengok Yayah, bahagia dapat ice cream.

Tengok muka2 tersepit dalam LRT sardine.

Tengok sushi.... Oishi!!!! *burp*

KL full throttle : Day 1

2011-09-16T22:40:00.003+08:00

When it has been ages since I went back to KL, this is what happens.... Making the most out of my stay :)

Watching a performance at One Utama was one of the last things that we did today

Trying out the new Food Republic food at One Utama, for lunch. Overpriced items. But the taste was good though.

Taking a nap in the ride back from KL to PJ. Crossing cities.

On the way to Masjid India area to look for some specific items.

Joining the road hog early in the morning in collaboration with Hari Malaysia.

HO survival kit: Konichiwa, Arigato, Sayonara

2011-09-16T22:05:00.002+08:00

4 months has passed in my life as a HO. I have gone through many things in my first posting. Some of them happy memories, some of them I just let pass as another bad memory that should be forgotten.

I have pushed against the wall many times, and yet, as a first poster, I still survived. I never gave up when I can't meet up to their demands and expectations. I never felt that I could take all the unpleasant things that they say to me. It's ok. I take those harsh words and I turn them around to make something positive out of them.

I came into the department as a person that knew very little of that particular discipline. Now I move out, I am certain that I am able to manage cases as the first person to see the patient. I can manage the first steps before handing the patient over to the hands of the experts. I am certain of that now.

All I want to say to those who have given me all the challenges, thank you so much. Thank you for giving me hell. Because I know, that I work best under pressure.

I'll be back, after 2 years.....

Smoking kills you and I

2011-09-08T19:28:00.001+08:00

Kudos to who actually came up with this idea to make this public service announcement. IT speaks for itself. In 3 minutes, it shows all the impacts of smoking to you and I.

Just quit it.

HO survival kit: One rotten apple makes the whole basket looks bad.

2011-08-19T21:01:00.003+08:00

After posting my last post, I got this hate reply:

"Why you complained? When on call, you or your colleagues complained too much work, to tiring, etc. Now that the shift system is being implemented, you complained that it is way to cut your salary. What do you want? I bet that you just want to stay at home and continue to draw salary, right?"

My reply is:
I challenge you (whoever you are) to check all my punch cards, the times that I spent in hospital; ask all the staff nurses from all the wards that I have been posted in; and then only post a comment.

My advice is:
DO NOT GENERALIZE

HO survival kit: Your voice does not matter, ever.

2011-08-17T20:25:00.003+08:00

Have you heard? The shit, I mean, the shift system will be starting soon. Every single hospital in Malaysia that has housemen are FORCED to start the shift system for the housemen. This is so that the housemen have enough rest and a better quality of life..... yeah, right.

This is just a cover up because they do not want to pay us if we do calls. So, like it or not, the shit, I mean shift (sorry, it has become a habit to say shit system as many can foresee the failure of this system) system, MUST take place.

The pros:
-less working hours
-the government can save money
-better quality of life for housemen (I am not sure in what way is this true as even though we are allowed some days off in the week for the shift system, we still have to come for continued medical education on our off day).
-seriously, I can't think of any more pros.

The cons:
-confusion during passing over
-no ownership of patients, therefore the HO that really don't have passion don't even care about the patient.
-very limited hands on experience and very short learning and training time
-we will not know the daily progress of a patient
-no more extra income
-no training for critical time when we are supposed to handle cases when we are alone during on call
-some of will really become like nurses
-there will be confusion when a HO changes from one discipline to the next because of the sudden influx or outflux of HO

Really, the people who asked for this and enforced this system should just quit their jobs now because they really don't know what they are asking for.

And worst of all, we can't do anything because when they say it MUST be enforced, it MUST. And then we are shunned by the seniors saying that we are so spoiled, when the seniors do not actually know that I am so damn against the shift system and I voiced my opinion to the authorities but no one heard me.

What else is there left for me to do?

HO survival kit: Ikut resam padi, makin berisi, makin tunduk.

2011-07-15T18:20:00.002+08:00

Everyday we hear: the key to life is HUMILITY. We are told to be humble and remember that this is a borrowed earth, not ours, but God's.

Problem is, some people just don't believe in God and they can come up with the statement: "This is my place and here I am God". Had the shocker of my life when I heard that. And for some people, they do believe that God is around is just that sometimes, most oftenly, they tend to forget the existence of God. Well, we are imperfect, so we forget.

No matter who we are, the higher we go, the more humble we should be. That is why there are times, instead of eating with the health care provider people, I sit in the Faber's (cleaner's) pantry and eat with them. That is why, with each and every patient, no matter where there are from, I make sure that I attend to their every single whim and question. I do not judge them. I talk to them, I never leave them wondering: "Hey what is next?"

I wonder what goes through their splendid minds when they intervene in someone else's territory just like that. Without any formal introduction, just because they are in the same level, they just come and butt in with just: "excuse me, excuse me" and start to attend to the patient, leaving the main team awestrucked as to: "Who on God's earth are you?".

Although, there are some of them who are so humble, they never forget that they were once like us, they started off like us, they went through everything like us. Those whom I mentioned, I respect them. They EARNED their respect, they didn't ask for it.

I hope there are more like them around.

The higher you go, the harder you fall.....

HO survival kit: All HO are useless

2011-07-13T20:24:00.002+08:00

We come to work at 5am in the morning.
-All HO are useless

We sometimes have to skip meals to finish our work so that things are done.
-All HO are useless

We sometimes run around, instead of using the phone to get appointments/results earliest possible.
-All HO are useless

We don't go back until late just to get our ward work done.
-All HO are useless.

We stay and wait and wait and wait until all procedures are done.
-All HO are useless.

We sometimes sleep less than 2 hours in a day.
-All HO are useless.

We are also human. We are still rather new at this. We make mistakes. We need guidance. We need someone to listen to our voices sometimes. We are not perfect, neither are we useless...

HO survival kit: Ditelan mati anak, diluah mati bapak

2011-07-09T20:55:00.003+08:00

As a HO one should realize that no matter what you do, even if you have said it right, saved a life, whatever, you are WRONG.... and I mean, ALWAYS.

The life chain when you become a HO goes lie this:

Consultant -> specialist -> MO -> Sister -> staff nurse -> PPK -> cleaner -> HO

Yes, we are at the bottom of the life chain. Believe me, this is true.

There was once, during those OT days, where you are expected to go for rounds, then finish your ward work and then go to OT to learn something, my name was on the list to be in OT. But we were told by the CONSULTANT to finish our ward work before we go off to OT since there are already the superiors in OT to do the job.

So, we all went off to our respective wards, trying to finish our work when the ward phone rang and the Superior called and ask why wasn't there any HO in OT. Naturally, I answered and said that the CONSULTANT has already ordered us to finish our work first and then go to OT.

But with arrogance, the Superior said that this is the last warning because we did not follow HIS direct orders.

Wow....

So, if we don't follow the consultant's orders, we're dead. And if we don't follow the Superior's orders, we are also dead. We are in trouble no matter what. It is like you are balancing on a fine tight rope that even with a swift blow of wind, you will fall......

and fall.....

and fall.....

and then you get extended, sometimes for no apparent reason.

Day 14 of life as a Houseman

2011-06-07T12:41:00.002+08:00

Today is D14 of my new life as a HO. It is a tough life, but i am tougher to make it through to today. I know of some of my other friends who quit on D2 itself and I keep on wondering what have made them change their mind so drastically.

On the 1st day, I was left to do a discharge summary for a patient that I have no idea of and also, I don't even know how to do a discharge summary. My friend just left me there with a few instructions and i was supposed to do everything else on my own. I put on a mask immediately and put all the shyness away. I asked around of what to do. I got scolding on the first day itself because I didn't know how to request for some blood pints. But it's ok, i learned to be thick skinned.

During my 4th tagging day, I was left to be in the ward alone with my patients. I was to present these patients to the MO and also the specialist. And of course many more scoldings took place but I just learn from my mistakes.

Tagging was supposed to be for 14days but I never made it to that. By day 7, I was already on call. First hand management of acute and emergency patients that are sent to the ward. I only managed my self 2 clicks of shut eye and the progressing to the next day as if i had slept for the last 1 week.

I have learned that there are many different people to work with out there. Some are ok, some are just better left alone. I just make sure that my job is done and that my patients are safe to be discharged home or to be passed over to the on call person.

Today is day 14 and i am post call last night. Been running around from OT to and fro. I am raggedy ass tired and sleepy. But today, i have to stop thinking about sleep cause currently i am on call for mobile blood bank. Thank God there is wi-fi here. Or else I will be snoozing by now already......

From brother with love

2011-04-30T12:11:00.002+08:00

Thank you so much kakanda cik ropi for this graduation present. I was so happy to finally have redSeptember in my hands :)

nak minum starbucks?

hahahhah

Hush little darling, don't you cry

2011-04-30T11:51:00.002+08:00

I was on the working floor when I received a call from Qatar airways to remind me to not forget that I am picking you up tomorrow. I was more than ecstatic. I told them, of course I won't forget, I have been waiting for her arrival since 3 weeks ago.....

I got myself ready, I bought the ingredients to make your favorite dish that only I can cook for you. I went to the grocers twice because I had not enough time as I am tied with work. But I do not mind because I want to prepare the best for you while we spend that short amount of time together.

When I finally got home and was just having a rest before I start preparing for your arrival, I had a call from Mamak. Immediately I knew, my sisterly instinct shouted at the back of my head: "something's gone wrong!"

After finally learning the whole situation, I realized that I am not going to see you anytime soon. Maybe a little later, but I don't mind waiting. I was so dead worried after getting all the information of the whole situation. I was worried that this is the first time you encounter such situation.

I know that you are still a little baby in everyone's eyes and I also do know that there is always the first time for everything from where you should learn. I understand that you are traumatized by the whole situation. But Allah will not give us any situation that we cannot get through. Thank Allah that you are ok, just a little shaken.

Hush little darling, no matter where you are, don't you cry. We are all here for you no matter how distant we are. We will give the best for you so that you will be safe, insya'Allah. But please promise that you will too give the best to yourself, do not doubt yourself that you can go through these situations as a strong Princess.

There is always me here for you.....

Waiting to see you soon :)

I, too, am Malay

2011-04-19T23:43:00.003+08:00

Dear Miss Haliza Misbun,
Thank you for your call today. It really opened my eyes to who you really are. In life, I was thought that, to be respected, I should earn it. Therefore I am sure that that applies to everyone else in this world, including you, no less.

Your first words when you called in today, you said, "Hi, I am Haliza Misbun". Why must you mention yourself like that. It is as if you were trying to tell me that you were a huge diva that I should know. I was excited at first, no doubt, but as soon as you started using all that vulgarities against me, demanded an explanation, and then said that "I don't want to hear your f**king excuses", I was by then, flabbergasted.

Most of your words over the phone consisted of the F word. I was beginning to think, hmmm.... maybe your vocabulary is not as vast, therefore you resulted to using vulgarities.

You see Miss Haliza Misbun, I do not know that you have dealt earlier with other people here, I didn't know that you were waiting for people to call you, and of course, I didn't know that you were that rude. But I kept my calm and said that I would try my level best to solve this matter for you since you sounded rather impatient.

Yes, Miss Haliza Misbun, I am not as famous as you, not as experienced as you, but what I am is Miss Haliza Misbun, I am so much better than you. Not once in our conversation did I raise my voice or became sarcastic towards you because my mother has thought me better than that.

Yes, you are the customer and customer is always right. But it does not give you the rights to disrespect another human being.

Miss Haliza Misbun, please do not think that you are better than me because though I am temporarily there to pass time, I hold a better certification than you, I have a more respectable life than you, and best of all, I know not to be rude to anyone who does not deserve it.

With this, I shall reuse your parting notes to me today: "You have a good day."

Please, I, too am Malay. Do not let others think that we are rude. Because we aren't. We have adat.

Giving the finger

2011-03-18T09:05:00.002+08:00

Spotted: A fashion retail guy, while at work, giving the finger to himself.

Clearly he was freaking bored because there were no customers at all to frequent the store that he is working in.

Gawsh, I can't even imagine doing that as a job. Waiting.... and waiting.... and waiting....

Round table

2011-02-28T13:31:00.003+08:00

I was asked, am I not going to the talk. What talk? I wasn't invited.

Thank God for that.

The topic of discussion will only revolve around the worlds of 2 people, the most high in the hierarchy. The others will only be there as people who will only listen and their opinions don't matter at all.

What is the point anyway?

It is all about being pretentious and prodding into the lives of others, molding it into their ideas of ideal. Now, when did the king died to put you in his place to rule?

Delusion of grandiosity, that is a sickness by itself.

I spy with my pretty eyes

2011-02-23T22:47:00.001+08:00

I never thought that I would actually see a whale in Malaysia. But I did....

Spotted: washed up white whale at the pool area of next door condo.

I survived to tell :P

I remember

2011-02-23T21:25:00.002+08:00

I still remember that night, when you and her were discussing about me, about my future. Telling me the options, telling me what is best for me, oh, I'm sorry, telling me what you think is best for me.

You even secretly went through my personal files. Looking through my performances all those while. It was part of my mistake for leaving my stuffs around like that. But that was my house, I was allowed to do so. But as a guest, I am sure you would know better because you are older, and should have been wiser.

I looked up to you to help me just because my Mamak wasn't around. She was out in the world working her heart out to support all of her children, all on her own. She trusted you to give the best advise to me. She trusted you because you are the one that should have been the pillar to us all.

But then you told me, that I wasn't cut out for this. That I wasn't smart enough to give this a try, to give studying medicine a try. You even suggested another discipline that I have no idea of, that I have no interest of. You didn't trust me enough that I could do medicine.

Thank God I went against you.

Maybe I am not as smart as your children. Maybe I am not as confident as them. But let me tell you this, I am glad that I am not like them at all because now, they are just confused. They are being people who they are not deep inside. You know what, I pity them, and most of all, I pity you.

I have long forgiven you because everyone makes mistakes, especially adults like you who think that the world revolves around you. But I can never forget those words that you said to me that night: "I don't think you can do medicine because your results are not good"

It was a long journey for me. It wasn't like a bed of roses, which I thank God for because now, I truly appreciate what I have achieved and it has humbled me so much, Alhamdulillah.

I can only thank you for not believing in me because now, I have proven you wrong.

What a pity.

Finally

2011-02-15T14:26:00.002+08:00

Finally......
I can wear this badge that my Mamak bought for me for my birthday last year. I can wear this badge and yeah, I can really mean it this time.

Alhamdulillah....
It was a long and hard journey, loads of pressure, loads of heart breaks. But I came out shining, just like the diamond that I am.

Thank you everyone who has been there for me :)

I will never forget you......

Finishing Line

2011-01-22T12:56:00.002+08:00

I have run the 10,000 mile race with much support, much courage, and much determination. There were many obstacles that I had to go through to get to the finishing line. There were hard, but they made me stronger.

Now, it is just another 50m to the finishing line and I know I have tried my very best. I am leading this race right now.

But for some reason, suddenly I see, a huge wall of China just before the end of the race. This is not stopping my determination.

I am only human and can only try as much and push further.

Great wall of China, it is only a matter of time till I could climb over and finish this race.

I believe that finishing line is just a few days away.....

It hurts to hurt

2011-01-14T22:26:00.002+08:00

Hurt: such a simple 4-letter word that has an impact worst than a meteorite hitting you.

I hate that feeling do much. Be it physically, emotionally, intellectually, hurt is just something that I don't really need.

But what is worse is when you feel hurt when you hurt someone else. Then you know that the person that you have hurt, means a whole lot to you.

That lingering feeling will not go away. The after taste that haunts you is worse than having durian for breakfast. No matter how they say it is not your fault, you know that you are wrong. And no matter how much you apologize, you know it is never enough to take the hurt that you have caused, away.

Shit, this hurts.

Malaysian Public Transport: Sometimes, I'd rather walk

2011-01-14T07:40:00.002+08:00

I have arrived in Kuala Lumpur (yes, FRIENDS, we need to hang out before I start locking myself in the room in favour of preparing for the Final Cut). It was an early arrival, you know one of the RAREST moments when KTMB actually follows the schedule and you are on time.

I arrived at about 0540h and I know that it was too early. So, I loitered a bit around KLS and got myself a healthy breakfast to start the day: an overly priced can of Diet Coke. Yes, it was healthy. It got my heart racing when I saw the price but since I was already at the counter and there were people behind me waiting in line to pay, I'd rather not make a scene out of it and just get the damn thing.

To kill time, I went on to check on the other commuter schedules. Just for fun. You know what they say: Knowledge is power. After awhile, I decided to go out of the building and catch myself a ride back home.

The first ride out was at 0600h. I was more than elated to be able to catch that one. I entered the ride, I took out my money and he said to me: "No change, take the 0615h ride instead". I was like: WTF???

I mean how could a public transport that does not prewarn the passengers with a big ass sign that says: "EXACT CHANGE ONLY", tell you to get off because he doesn't have change? Seriously, that is just purely dumb. I was shocked beyond say. Got off the ride and went looking for the next best thing.

The next best thing of course will take you there in matter of minutes. Problem is, as soon as you close the door to this ride with you inside it, the charge meter starts off at RM3, without even moving a milimeter. So, you are actually paying RM3 to sit in the ride.

Next, he would use the furthest route possible to get you there, when you can actually get there in 15 minutes, the ride will take about 30minutes. The charge from point A to point B, which is about 30km will be around rm24. With that kind of money, I can get more falsies for me.

Plus, each and everyday, the costs to get a ride on these public transport increases. Thing is, taxis use NGV which is disgustingly cheap and buses use diesel which is also cheap as compared to petrol. LRTs use electric and that too does not cause as much as petrol.

So why so effing expensive?

Really, I'd rather burn the fat on my ass by walking, albeit the many days that I might take to reach my destination.

Aku tengah marah

2011-01-13T12:27:00.002+08:00

*Mamak, saya pinjam gambar ini dari awak ye :)*

Buat apa suruh aku call kau jika kau nak buang duit aku je?

Setiap kali attendance hilang, semua nak cari aku. Ye, memang tu tanggungjawap aku sebagai group manager to make sure that all the attendances, the logs, are sent in at the end of the posting. Setiap kali pun aku buat macam tu. Tak pernah aku lambat hantar, tak pernah aku simpan jadi pekasam, takde maknanya.

But EVERYTIME lepas aku hantar, lepas 3 bulan, korang yang kat office tu semua nak call aku, nak tanya aku mana attendance, mana log. Macam sial. Kalau korang yang hilangkan, korang la punya pasal. Kenapa aku yang nak duduk exam tak berapa lama lagi ni, korang nak susahkan? Takde otak ke?

Pastu, korang suruh aku call korang. Weii, guna otak la. Mak aku bayar duit bill aku. Aku belum kerja lagi pun. Korang yang dah bekerja tu, takleh nak bayar ke? Takleh nak call ke? Duit banyak2 simpan buat apa? Bawa masuk kubur ke? Serious tak boleh pakai betul la.

Bila dah hilang macam ni, kau nak salahkan aku? Salahkan lah... aku memang dah tak tau nak cakap macam mana lagi dah.

Korang buat aku tension tau.

Boleh blah tak?

I am a graduate

2011-01-13T12:14:00.002+08:00

After 13 years of driving and getting my P done TWICE, thanks to my dad who did not renew my license, my being in Russia, my having not enough time....

I finally did it.

I am a graduate!!!

Legally.... :P

I see

2011-01-11T15:12:00.002+08:00

I ate a whole carrot for dinner yesterday. My differential diagnosis for myself today will be:

-carotenamia
-X-ray eyes
-I'll become a playbunny (that is so far fetched!)
-I can be one of the X-men. Gambit will have to make a run for it.

No wonder things seem clearer today

Spotted

2011-01-05T20:10:00.002+08:00

At first only one appeared on my upper arm. I thought it might be a bug bite or something.

Few days later, more spots emerged. They are all over my body. Couldn't be bug bites because I wear tops to cover myself.

Now, there are more emerging.

What the hell is this?!?!?

Scripted

2011-01-03T19:43:00.003+08:00

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Someone once told me that the life that we are living in right now, it has all been scripted since the beginning of time. Whatever that occurs, whatever path that we choose, whatever that we will be, has all been written. We are just actors and actresses that walk the stage that we call earth.

Sometimes, I wish not to believe that because I question myself, why would God want to script bad things to happen in our lives? Why can't it be all sunshiny and smooth-sailing all the way. Why must there be poverty, war, hate and all that that is terrible?

And then I sat back and think again. Of course there must be a balance in everything. God will not give us problems that we can't solve. He knows us better than anyone, even better than ourselves. Therefore he gives us problems, as a test, for us to find a solution, for us to be a better person, for us to excel in our lives that He has given us.

There are many things running and colliding in my life at this moment. When they all happen together, I feel like I wanna run away from it all and just let go. But after awhile, I know that that won't solve anything, in fact, it will make it worse. All I can do is try my level best not to give up and solve these matters. Ask for help. And finally pray that it will all go down a lighted path for me.

I want this more than anything right now. I can't just hold back anymore.

I don't know what my life was scripted to be. But if this is a challenge in the script that I have to go through, Insya'Allah, I will.

I want to go through this last leg of this chapter of my life.

Every girls' dream

2011-01-02T07:41:00.004+08:00

I was on the phone with Kris (not her real name) yesterday and as usual, we taunt each other at the beginning of the conversation which will then flow on to the usuals of as asking her daily activities and gossip. Oh yes, as much as we try not to, it is human nature (read: men and women) to just gossip about anything and everything under the sun.

The topic chosen was about most girls and their dreams. This girl named Selena (not the real name) has been talking to her other colleagues that it is time that Selena has to get married. This is because most of the other friends are married and have babies. So Selena feels left out.

Poor Selena , wanting to get hitched just to be the in group, which also means, getting hitched for all the wrong reasons.

I guess the topic somewhat got itself embedded in my hippocampus and it became a memory. I wasn't thinking about it all but subconsciously, it stayed there like a dormant virus waiting for the right time to show itself.

The latent period was not that long, as last night, I had a dream about that very topic.

I was at a performance gig, where I was on stage with my guitar with some other friends. When I wanted to play, the string broke so I had to run down and borrow a guitar from the other teams. I managed to do so, from a person that I knew before.

While we were performing, the guy whom I borrowed the guitar from, he came out from backstage and proposed to me, right smack in the middle of the performance. I was so shocked. I couldn't answer him. I was with mixed feelings: excited that someone was proposing, afraid that this will be it, commitment. And then something else happened, I couldn't quite remember and I woke up, still haven't given the answer.

If it did happen in the real world, I might be running towards the other direction, not knowing what to do.

I have an aversion towards this kind of thing.

New old me.

2011-01-01T20:40:00.002+08:00

As for everyone else, new year is a celebration that is much awaited. The streets will be alive till the wee hours of the morning. Party-goers are seen in throngs almost everywhere you turn. Well-wishers, doing their routine SMS and Messenger texts to all the people that they know with the same wish: "happy new year and many more to come" yada.... yada.....

But as for me, there is nothing fancy about new year unless I was with my loved ones, my family. Half of them are 443km away and half of them are a whole other continent away. So, I don't feel that there is any point of me celebrating. So, I did the smart thing and I slept off, trying to catch up with the sleep deficit that I was hoarding.

At 12 midnight sharp of year 2011, I woke up to the sound of fireworks. WOW! Really? This place allows fireworks, what with it being a state that does not allow any form of entertainment. I took my very late shower and I couldn't even force myself to sleep after that. What am I to do?

The first thing that I did in 2011 was to register myself with SPA, the body that deals with me being a government servant soon enough. That shows how eager, desperate, more like, of me to be a doctor. In the darkness of my room, only lit by my table lamp that was fixed with energy-saving bulb, I surfed the online ocean and did me a favour by being a registered member of the government.

I only managed to catch some sleep at 3am, after doing some reading. Really, books are the best to cure my insomnia.

At 0630h, I was awake, but I couldn't sustain my consciousness because of the lack of sleep. I finally woke up at 0800h. I was hoping the day would be filled with more book reading sessions.

But I failed gloriously to do so. My attention span is only 30 minutes, trust me.

So, there goes. To start off 2011, I self diagnose me with Tourette's, whatever that is.

A new year, same old me.

Defeated by Dim Sum

2010-12-27T11:11:00.005+08:00

Youngest contender: just awoken from his slumber....

When we first arrived, we were all crazy hungry. The food came to the table and disappeared in mere seconds. To wait for the other course to arrive was like waiting for the sky to fall down. It took THAT long.

So we decided to outsmart the system by ordering everything and anything that were on the menu, by the twos. That way, we will never be short of the food supply on the table.

The orders started to come.....

....and then flowing non-stop.

Amal putting a smile to the challenge. I could hear her stomach expanding with food... don't you think she looks a little green? :P

Yayah and Pott: the professionals of this kind of game. But yet, they were keeling over laughing in pain when the food never stop coming to the table.

Narisha: deviating from the table and concentrating on Schnappi. Maybe Schnappi could help with the food :)

Schnappi: learning how to use the chopstick for the first time. Isn't he adorable?

In the end, we lost. Food 1 - Us 0.

Had to pay for the extras and we all vowed: NO MORE DIM SUM FOR THE NEXT YEAR!

My life goes tick tock

2010-12-23T10:42:00.002+08:00

Yesterday started off with an SMS saying that the patient that I am following her progress has been admitted to Labour Room. Lets just call her Mrs B.

Actually, I wanted to sleep in yesterday and go to the hospital a little later than usual since I didn't get enough rest and sleep the day before. But as soon as my alarm went off and i put it to snooze, the SMS came in. So, as a true medical person, I dragged myself up and got ready as soon as possible to get to the hospital.

The day went on from labour room to cardiac resus room to medical wards. I was joining the other teams to gather more knowledge. Around noon, when I went back to LR to check on Mrs B, there was still no progress. She was still in latent phase of labour.

Since I had some other urgent matters to attend to, I left the hospital and went on to run some errands. As usual, banks are never lack of customers. Waiting is just another favourite pastime to be done in the bank. The hour moved on and it is already time to go for my aerobics.

After a who hour of aerobics, I went home thinking that OK, it is time to kick back and relax. Have a nice shower and have dinner. But even before my sweat could dry off, I got a call saying that Mrs B is going to be sent for emergency C-sect due to secondary labour arrest. Oh God!

I changed into my hospital clothes without even taking a shower,wiped my face and made a move. At the hospital, it was another episode of waiting as the emergency OT was busy at that moment. At that time, I was hungry, I was tired. But I couldn't show that to her because she needs my smiley face to reassure her that everything will be fine.

Finally into the OT. Everything went on smoothly, Alhamdulillah. She delivered a baby boy and when I showed her the baby, the smile on her face just took all that I had in my head at that moment, away. I didn't feel tired, I didn't feel hungry. I just felt elated that I could see her smile. All her anxiety and worries are gone.

Went home, cooked dinner, had dinner and cleaned up. I sat on the lazy chair, putting Dexter on my notebook. I didn't realized that I fell asleep on the lazy chair. I actually moved myself to the bed only in the wee hours of the morning. That was how exhausted I was.

This will be the rest of my life.

Fun!

Ar-Ryndeen

2010-12-19T22:43:00.002+08:00

So, it has been another 4 months before i braved myself to go to the hairstylist. I have decided to change my stylists to a new one since I saw this saloon along Lebuhraya Sultanah Bahiyah.

I came with some pictures in my BBdevil as ideas of how i want my hair to be this time. We discussed and she went on to do her job. The way her hands move, the detail that she goes through, I'd say that she is a good stylist.

Apart from giving me a killer hairstyle now, she is such a doll and friendly. I would highly recommend her and would go again there anytime soon to retouch my hair :)

Ar-Ryndeen
Lebuhraya Sultanah Bahiyah, Alor Setar
0174334079

Tell Rina that Alia from HSB recommended her :)

No farking

2010-12-19T22:24:00.002+08:00

When they say "No parking zone" but yet they are some who are so damn adamant that that is a bloody parking space, this is how they teach the ignorant.

Good job securities!

I haz the bug

2010-12-15T19:27:00.002+08:00

It has been a long week for me, what with my travelling and arranging and being with my lovely sisters, and supposedly getting ready for my exams, which by the way, I didn't manage to do because I was so caught up with things.

Sunday was supposed to be a work day. But I was so sleepy I only managed to arrange some stuffs with my colleagues and doctors, then I knew I had to sleep. I was definitely deprived of it for the past week. So, I decided to stay home and catch some snooze. I didn't even manage to find a patient for my clinical assessment the following day.

Monday came around and I was as calm as sea. I waltz into the wards and started looking for a patient. I had only a an hour to clerk my patient and present her for my assessment. I did it as quick as I can and waited for my professor to come and assess me.

I was trying my level best to keep cool and calm down during the assessment. With my friends in tow, it was like I was on stage, performing for them. But what threw me off the spotlight was when the questions keep on coming in without letting me think for even a second. I started to tie myself up and ended up in a knot, which I slowly tried to get out of. I pulled through the assessment.

Then, the next person, a friend whom I didn't know was sick. She is an A student. She can answer any questions at all. But at one point, she had to sit and she looked terrible. I found out that she was sick. And I was standing near her.

Monday evening, I started to cough. Thinking it was just a reflex, I shoved the thought of being sick, away. Cough.... cough.... cough... I finally got it. I haz the bug..... X_x

Only on Tuesday, I started taking medicine for my illness. Within 30mins of the meds, I was already in deep sleep. I didn't even have dinner, I didn't even hear people knocking on my door.

Wednesday: I got sick in my mouth. Had to endure the long hour in the OT but I pulled through. In the evening, I decided that I had to fight this. I had to go out. I went for my aerobics which I haven't attended for one whole week. Towards the end, I passed out because the bug really got me.

Being sick is terrible... X_x

Sabar itu separuh dari Iman

2010-12-10T06:25:00.003+08:00

Lepas oncall Rabu lepas, perut aku memang lapar tak ingat punya. Aku punya tahap lapar, sampai aku boleh convince Saras and Arul yang dua2 berjanji tak nak makan, sebab kononnya on "fluid diet", untuk makan sama ngan aku.

Kami decided untuk try makan kat Iman Koeyteow Kerang (somewhere along Lebuhraya Sultanah Bahiyah). Tengok tempat tu memang malam2 penuh orang melepak and enjoying their Koeyteow Kerang (oh, yes, aku actually MAKAN koeyteow goreng tu ok).

Macam biasa, we all have different tastes. Aku nak kerang + taugeh + pedas. Saras nak kerang - taugeh + pedas. Arul nak taugeh - kerang + pedas + taugeh extra. Punya la lama kami tunggu because mainly they were confused with the order and also there were many patrons at that time.

So we all sabar....................

When the extra taugeh came, I almost fell into the drain, laughing. Dia boleh kasi taugeh fresh yang blom masak OK..... letak pinggan separate lagi. Buang tebiat ke apa??

At this rate, I will come down

2010-12-09T21:22:00.002+08:00

Fuel price: Just increased, yet again....

Food price: increased because of the fuel price....

Ticket price: remains stagnant....only for now....

Amenities price: increasing without your knowledge...

Everything is going up, high rises, prices, lifestyles. Sad thing is, mentality is the same. Stagnant as always.

Weird ain't it?

note: my allowance price???? errkkk.... X_x

Calm turbulence

2010-12-03T22:08:00.003+08:00

I hate flying. I really do. Simoly because, I suffer from panic attacks when there is turbulence. It's really bad.

It started when I was 12. It was the first time ever for me to be travelling long hours on flight. I was on the way to the USA, after a lay over in London. I was calmly sitting beside my mother in the plane. Nothing was going on except for us watching whatever that was showing then.

Suddenly, there was turbulence. It wasn't really a bad one. But I don't know why, at that moment, I started panicking, REAL bad. I was restless, I couldn't breath properly, I wanted to get under my seat for safety (that was what I was thinking then). My mother was shocked to see me that way but she didn't know I was panicking. So she let me be.

After that incident, it didn't hinder me from flying. I had to fly for my studies, I flew for my holidays, and many more. But whenever turbulence happens, the panic starts. And I have no control over my panic state.

But as panic as I can get, I can remain really calm too. I can remain so calm that I surprise myself sometimes.

Like very recently when I got back from Wien and I had to travel back to Alor Setar, I was on the highway, in the car alone. I was driving between 90-110km/h. I had my seatbelt on, my earphones plug into my BBDevil. I was a sight for safety on the road. Suddenly the trafic became slow. It could only mean 2 things: an accident or a road block.

I drove on, thinking nothing but to pass the hurdle ahead. As I got nearer, I saw what was making the traffic slow: road block. The police was really on a roll. I could see many cars parked by the side and the drivers being summoned. I drove on and the police looked at his list and signalled me to join the rest of the drivers by the side.

OH MY GOD!

I was panicking beyond belief as I really did not know what I did wrong. The police asked for my lisence and I gave it to him without questioning what I did wrong. I was just waiting in the car, when all of a sudden, the police looked at me and started asking me things that are not related to why I was even parked by the road side. He was actually chatting me up!!

I was like: WTH?!?!?. He gave me back my lisence and I drove off still flabbergasted by the whole situation. But the most important thing was that, I did not show him that I was panicking inside, I had such a calm tone and face, I think he feels wrong to even stop me in the first place.

I can be as calm as the sea and also raging mad as a tornado...

Words cannot convey

2010-11-29T20:58:00.002+08:00

I was jogging just now with the earplugs in my ears. Wasn't any song in particular but suddenly I started snickering. I risked being called a weirdo, and almost laughed my heart out when songs, other than the ones that I was actually listening to, was playing in my head.

And these songs (Can't touch this, Airplane, Rojak) remind me so much of my dear sisters. I miss being with them, laughing our hearts out at nothing and everything. There is not a dull moment between us. The only time that we are quiet is when one of us falls asleep, and that will be me, as I am the first to fall asleep all the time especially during movie nights.

Life is funny when we are near, we drive each other crazy with our own uniqueness. But when we are apart, we can't stand the distance.

I always go through the pictures in my phone which is mostly of my family. And I found this picture that fits perfectly in my homescreen. My Mamak and the love of her life, Shadi.

We can never agree on one thing. But I am pretty sure that we can agreen on this: we miss each other like crazy and nothing can describe that feeling right now.

Gravida Para

2010-11-29T20:03:00.002+08:00

Please find what is wrong in this proforma.

It does not really require a genius to see what is wrong with it. But I guess the REAL geniuses are those who actually came up with such a thing.

I am not naming names here.

Alor Setar

2010-11-29T19:58:00.000+08:00

I can't believe my eyes when I saw Alor Setar on the roadmap of Vienna.

OMG, Alor Setar is so the very international.

RasaMas

2010-11-29T14:24:00.002+08:00

This set that consists of a full meaty chicken piece, plus a bowl of soup, plus beancurd stirfry, plus rice, plus special sauce, costs RM9.40

This piece of bony chicken, smaller than the first picture and they claim that it is "QUARTER chicken", costs rm9.90

RasaMas, you are fucking kidding me right?

That will be the first and last time that I will be eating from RasaMas.

Fyi, we ate at RasaMas Tesco Alor Setar branch.

Because talk is cheap

2010-11-19T05:15:00.002+08:00

Why do we talk to each other? To make opinions, thoughts, feelings, and almost everything transfer from a whole brain to the other, without we realizing the whole amazing complicated process of it. And because we didn't realize, this has made many a conversation defective ones as the messages that were supposed to go through did not meet its true purpose.

I wanted to talk to you as how we did before, but that could never happen now. Tried my level best all the time to be diplomatic, but still, nothing. You were angry with me when I wrote about our failing relationship. Said that I shouuld have gone to you straight. Well, FYI, let me make this easy for you, I F**Ki*G DID. And guess what I got for that? Oh, you need not to guess cause you are on the giving end, and me on the receiving end of your very hostile personality, only with ME.

You know what, I always tell myself (because my mother has brought me up nicely so), that no matter how much mean the world can be, all I need to do is brush it off and smile, and that automatically makes me the better person. So, I did. And yeah, that does make me the better person in so many ways.

Don't think that I am confused. That I don't understand what you mean. I do. Actually, I think that you are kinda confused yourself when you told me to get to you on a personal level to talk if I had anything going on about you that I needed to say. Hey, I did OK, and you bloody well knew it.

And what did I get in return for conforming to your suggestion?

Shit.

Thanks alot for nothing.

Childbirth

2010-11-18T08:41:00.002+08:00

The first night when I clocked in for my oncall in the Labour Room, I thought to myself: "owhhh.... this is gonna be a long one". Since this is all about waiting, and waiting, and more waiting.

Then I went to my first room because the mother has already been screaming in the room due to labour pain. So I assume some action is going on in there to deliver the child.

As I flipped the curtain, immediately, I saw a baby's head in between the mother's leg. I saw her face that showed indescribable agony. And all I could think of at that precise moment was: Mamak.

I replaced everyone in the Labour Room with my life. The mother is Mamak, the baby is me, the staffs were all from UHKL instead from HSB.

I love my Mamak. That is all that I wanted to say actually.

You come again, and please, can you go again?

2010-11-18T08:24:00.002+08:00

I didn't want to write about this because it seems that it didn't matter at all. But as much as I tried to sweep it to the side, as adamant, it comes back to the center of my thoughts. Why must it be that way? God, this sucks.

After a good 4 years, you suddenly called me back. At first I did not recognize your voice, but after a few minutes, you sound so damn familiar. I know you, and by the sound of it, I knew you well. But still, I couldn't process my thought long enough to figure out who you are.

And then you told me. I was shocked. Flabbergaster. Awestrucked. There could be many more words to describe my stunted moment at that time but you took all the words away. How could you have done that?

The history that was between us made me think. Made me cut off all the ties that we had between us, as friends, as close friends, as whatever. After that one moment when we were on the phone way back when, I said to myself: "never again". And now you call me back? As Adam Lambert would say: "what do you want from me?"

I asked, and asked, and asked some more. So you finally said that you missed me, some way or the other other. But I didn't want to accept that answer cause it was wrong. So I probe some more and you finally came out with the whole truth. You needed a REAL friend to talk to because you are having trouble in paradise.

I knew it.

I already told you and told myself that whatever feelings that I had for you, I don't want it to come back and I won't allowed it to come back. We can be friends, and it ends there, FRIENDS.

So, friend, lets not hurt each other like how we did before.

We are each others' past and let it be.

Worth the wait.

2010-11-10T16:13:00.002+08:00

I didn't expected this at all. I was so tired and sleepy that even when I heard a blasting honking postman outside, I couldn't be bothered. Thank God my housemate got down and attended to the postman.

The package was for me.

It was wrapped and packed in so many layers that I almost gave up opening it. But once I saw what was inside, I was all smiles.... if only I could picture my expression.

Thanks so much tay-wo-wais!

To the bank!

2010-11-05T17:59:00.003+08:00

Mamak told me the story of her and Amal looking for the local bank when they arrived in Vienna in the early days. With no knowledge of the German language, they marched to the streets and start looking for a bank to start their lives in Vienna.

Mamak being a very confident woman, started seeing the sign that reads "EINBAHN". She knows for sure that that sounds like it is pointing to the bank. So, with Amal in tow, they followed the sign. And kept on following, and following and following.....

But after 30 minutes of walking, there are no banks in sight.

No wonder.

"EINBAHN" means "ONE WAY".

My Mamak is very the clever.

Fitness Second (Only in Istanbul)

2010-11-05T17:50:00.002+08:00

Being ardent gym-goers, Yayah and I decided to take a look at the gym that was in the Azuyade Hotel that we stayed in while we were in Istanbul. We know for sure that we will be piling up on the food, especially me as I love the rustic taste of the food here. From kebabs to turkish coffees to sweet delicacies, I downed them all without minding the calorie count.

But after seeing the gym, I was worried as the equipments look like they were from 1948 and I guess if I were to take a run on the threadmill, I am pretty sure I'll break it in the first 5 mins.

So, in the end, I still ate like there was no tomorrow but killed the calories with 10,000 steps on heels, up hill!

You caught me by surprise

2010-11-05T08:59:00.002+08:00

I was all wrong about the riddle that I was supposed to solve. I did put in my list Paris or Italy, but I never mentioned Istanbul, the one place that I really wanted to go since early this year.

I wanted to go there because of the rustic feel of the place. The history, the cheap stuffs that you can get (we got this wrong actually as most of the stuffs are expensive as we stayed in a tourist area), the lovely variety of food (but of course no place beats Malaysia for this), the hot guys (some of them), and of course the view of the sea.

It was a short-lived trip but it was all worth it. We had a great time and I survived the whole trip wearing 4-inch heels! Half of the time, I had to walk with only my socks on because my feet were killing me as the alleys there are made of uneven bricks. Although my feet hurts, I keep on forgetting about it as I was too buzy enjoying the wonderful trip.

Thanks Mamak and Shadi for the lovely trip and thanks to my lovely sisters for putting up with my crazies :)

The riddle

2010-10-26T22:20:00.002+08:00

For weeks I was given a riddle to solve:

-Something that I have been asking for
-It is a surprise
-I will definitely love it

And I think I solved it already. So Paris, here we come!!

(To be confirmed if my answer was right or not only on this Friday)

Facebook for kids and things

2010-10-26T21:35:00.002+08:00

So lately I heard about the CNN newscaster who actually created a facebook account for her 1 year old child because she fears that the social network will be too congested when her child is elgal enough to make its own facebook account. I thought that was fairly absurd and also very stupid, as what does the child know about social networking?

And I thought that this kind of extravagance will only happen in the Hollywood and celebs world, not knowing that everyday people are also doing it: creating a facebook account for their children who are not at the legal age of owning an account.

Personally, I have no idea why do they do this? Are they too free? Do they want to expose their children so much? Are they bored with their social network that they want to get attention from their childrens' social networking? What is it that goes through their lonesome mind?

You know, since I have no children on my own, I, as a trend observer, would like to hop into the band wagon and start a facebook account for something near and dear to me: I want to start an account for my inanimate objects such as my BB, my netbook, etc....

I am pretty sure people will follow this cool trend of mine.

That is how jobless I can get.

The bus stand

2010-10-24T15:17:00.002+08:00

As I was waiting at the bus stand for our ride home, I saw this young lady, all clad in fall clothing and holding a McD's take away drink. She looks unstable. Clearly she is high on something. But in her condition, she still managed to light up a cigarette and balanced herself on her toes while she squatted on the ground, because there were no seats for her.

After an elderly lady left, the young lady managed to pull herself up and sat on the bench, right beside someone. She positioned herself well that it almost looked like an editorial shot for a fashion magazine....

This was the other person beside her that suddenly covered her body up with her scarf and started making squawking sounds like a raven (did she mistaken herself as That's So Raven? hahahha), with the intention of scaring the high young lady.

It was a funny sight as the young lady didn't even bat an eyelid to the person next to her.

^_^

Malaysia ku....

2010-10-24T15:13:00.001+08:00

Found this sign in the heart of Vienna.

And MAS was supposed to be internationally known for it's quality? Awww.... come on! Can someone explain this to me??

I had the BEST day of my life. No one can beat it. Seriously

2010-10-18T20:30:00.003+08:00

I woke up today at 0550h, thinking that there was class at 0630h. i got the message and the class was cancelled. fine, back to bed. But when I woke up, I realized that I was sleeping underneath my mattress instead of on top of it. Wow, I must be that tired.

The day went on. I had to send my car to the foreman because it couldn't start. When it did start, it died immediately after a few kilometres. 3 times the foremen had to come to fix the car and they finally found the REAL problem. Now my car is in the workshop.

When I was waiting by the roadside for the foremen to fix my car, I left my file on top of his car. Didn't know that the wind was strong enough to blow away my file and the papers inside it. I managed to rescue all of the papers except for one: the most important one, my class' ORIGINAL attendance.

Then in the heat of the day, I tried to tie my hair up with my birthday present that was given to me by my classmate. While I was trying to do that, it broke. Great. Just great.

I had a call from a guy with double pangkat saying that I MUST be there for the meeting. But I told him that I can't make it due to some problems. But he claimed that it was an ORDER. I tried to explain to him in my nicest way that I can't meet him and he said that I was doing things all up to my convenience. He really does not know how much I tried to be responsible in my professional life and also in my personal life. He thinks that I am lying on my back all the time doing nothing? Well, everyone can go ahead and believe that. I have no comments.

And I have continuos assessment tomorrow.

Anyone had a better day than mine?

Caught in the middle

2010-10-15T11:56:00.002+08:00

There are countless times when I get caught in the middle between this side of the story and that side of the story. Let me tell you that it ain't easy to please both sides when you are caught in the middle.

You will hear stories from both sides. Sometimes, you tend to be siding one party form the other. But when you sit and analyze, you finally realize that they is always one party better than the other.

When in the middle, you are bound to keep secrets. They tell you everything that you don't even want to know in the first place. But a wise woman once told me that: "information in power. Do not offer any unless asked". So right now, with all the informations that I have on so many parties, does that make me a powerful person? Does that make me more advantageous that I could manipulate the situation to make me the winner in the whole story?

I don't think so because I am not like that.

Yes, I am almost like a sponge, I absorb all the stories and keep it in me for sometime, and then, it just evaporates into thin air. Why would I tell on you? I wasn't brought up that way.

This morning, I was put on the ultimate test of being caught in the middle. I don't want one party to hate me for going to the other party. But I am doing that because I want to make myself happy. I mean, come on, if I try too much to please everyone else, then, what about me, myself, and I?

I can see BUBBLES!

2010-10-10T22:06:00.002+08:00

See how happy my face is? I LOVE bubble tea. I really do. The best bubble tea that I have tasted is in Penang. Last time, when I had to travel there frequently, I must make sure that I have my bubble tea fix in Komtar Mall. But now that I don't need to travel there that often, it is kinda hard for me to get my fix.

I have been in Alor Setar for almost a year now. But last wednesday, Saras accidentally made my dream come true. We went to Sentosa Mall to get her phone fixed. And there, tucked in a little corner was a shoplot that sells tidbits and yes, BUBBLE TEA WITH PEARLS!!!!

OMG... was I excited.

Best part is, it is only rm2.80. No need to go to Penang anymore now that my life is complete here.... ^_^

Plastic surgery

2010-10-07T17:08:00.002+08:00

Can you see the results or do I still look the same?

*Elianto Aloe Vera mask.

I don't need to be skinny to buy a skinny pair of pants.....

2010-10-07T16:55:00.003+08:00

..... or maybe I do? hmmmmm.....

I saw this pants yesterday while window shopping. I thought I kinda like it. What do you think? Do you think I can pull it off?

Then I saw this pair of aviators. I've tried aviators before, many times, but I never looked good in them. But somehow, this kinda fits my look, don't you think?

Need some feedbacks, STAT!

Almost blacked out

2010-10-04T20:11:00.002+08:00

Today is the last day of my Syawal month fating. I was determined to do it because it is almost the end of Syawal and I have yet to complete my 6 days. At the same time, today is the first ever day after Ramadhan that it doesn't rain on Monday evenings, which means, the aerobics session that I regularly go to, is definitely on.

At first I was abit reluctant to go as I am afraid that I might overwork myself during the session (as I am well known to give it my all during the sessions), but then again, I used to go jogging in the evenings in the month of Ramadhan, so I guess this wouldn't make a difference.

Initially, I started the session with slow steps, not increasing my intensity. But I can't control myself, it is just natural that i increase my intensity as the session goes on further. I was ok even after the cardio part of the session. I was ok during the dance part. But it was the muscle conditioning part that challenged me the most.

I almost fainted.

I was doing all kind of stretches and pumps, holding my muscles in strained positions to get the right workout. Towards the last 5 mins of the session, my head started to hurt due to the hypoglycaemia. My vision started to blur and darkened. I knew what was going to happen next. I staggered my way to the corner and sat down with my head down to get whatever remaining sugar in my body, to my brain.

I used to get this hypoglycaemic episodes when I was on meds for my obesity when I was 12 years old. But I stopped the meds because it was really dangerous.

Thank God I knew the signs that I might faint. Or else, I would be in A & E right now....

Take a look inside of me

2010-09-30T15:27:00.002+08:00

I honestly and truly hope that none of you will ever have to go through a colonoscope. It is the most torturing 10-15mins of your life. An endoscope is almost the same thing too.

I had to go through my second scope today, endo and colono. Even before the scope starts, the torture starts already: bowel prep. This is so that the bowels are clear and empty so that it can be viewed thoroughly. A 90ml bottle of FLEET will be given and a strict program of bowel prep have to be followed: absolute liquid diet (no dairy products or creamer) the whole day prior. I can still withstand all that. But what I can't stand is the taste of FLEET. It makes me gag and it gives me headache. The taste will stay in my mouth even when I wake up in the morning, despite drinking alot of plain water and brushing my teeth. Seriously, the taste is THAT bad.

Then come the scope part. Yes, they do give me some sedatives (domicum) but it just makes me drowsy. No matter what, having a scope done on you is painful. Endoscope makes me gag like mad and my throat hurts like hell. Colonoscope was the worst. I don't remember the scope going into me as I was already out at that time. But when they start pushing it further into my bowel and introducing gas to dilate my bowel, I was fighting it. I tried to pull the scope out of me until 3 people had to hold me down. At one point, because the scope can't get through, the medical assistant had to press my abdomen, more intense pain. I was basically crying for them to take the scope out because I can't stand it. I think I passed out again because I was too tired fighting against the pain.

There were some findings from the scope. So far, nothing exact is confirmed yet. Waiting for my histopathological results in a month's time.

Please, I hope I don't need for any more scope.

I am watching you....

2010-09-29T15:00:00.002+08:00

I totally get it that fashion is a statement of individuality. To each, his own. Or whatever that means.

But what I don't get is, this.

When I saw this gentleman in the Klinik Kesihatan the other day, I wonder to myself: 'Is this a fashion statement (HIS fashion statement), or does this gentleman suffer from cerebellar lesions?'

Why do I say that this gentleman might suffer from cerebellar lesions? This is because, in cerebellar lesions, there is a sign that we call 'past pointing'. This means that the patient cannot poiont to the target without wobbling his way through. Similarly, past pointing in this gentleman, he wanted to put his sunnies, perched on his head, but instead, he passed the targeted point (i.e. top of his head) and went all the way to the back of his head. Like as if he doesn't know where the top of his head is.

Pity.

What an irony

2010-09-29T14:28:00.002+08:00

As I was getting out of my car in the parking lot near the staffs' quarters, I saw this discarded box right beside my door. I looked at it carefully and I can't believe my eyes. It is actually a box of candies that look like tooth brush and toothpaste.

But, don't candies cause caries in the first place, if the child does not clean his teeth regularly?

And also, say someone says that "Oh this will then eventually make the child want to use the REAL toothpaste and tooth brush more often", but too much consumption of sugary food will eventually cause obesity that leads to diabetes.

My question is, in what way does this box of candies benefit?

I don't want to be a vegetarian

2010-09-27T12:54:00.003+08:00

why? because they have the weirdest menu on earth!

BITTER GROUP? OMG, if you were amongst the unlucky ones to be a member of bitter group, you'll be eaten by vegetarians. So, in essence, vegetarians are cannibals??

What on God's green earth is CUTTERFISHY? something that will cut your throat while you try to eat it? really, something FISHY is going on here. No pun intended.

I did not know that sharks have lips that are so botoxed that they can eaten? From what i know, sharks have no lips at all. they only have mouths. My question is: whose lips are we eating?

Tiny

2010-09-21T14:35:00.001+08:00

See how tiny my PinkLady is besides that huge toshiba??

That is why I am more than lucky to have what I have :)

If only PinkLady comes in REd ^_^

They shouldn't be alive

2010-09-21T14:28:00.002+08:00

I have been reading the papers lately and there are many reports on murders, mass murders, bombing and all that. Most of the victims are innocent people that just pass through your lives without any trouble. Sad ain't it'?

But people like this smart ass, who parks as if he/she retarded or something, and make the other cars suffer under the hot scorching sun, this kind of people should be shot in the head.

OMG! farking irritating.

Ke-melayu-an aku.

2010-09-20T23:28:00.002+08:00

Untuk birthday aku Ahad lepas, aku memang berniat nak buat makan2 untuk kawan2 aku. Mujur mereka bersetuju, lantas aku pun bertungkus lumus memerah otak untuk ide2 bernas, bagi membuka selera rakan2 aku.

Kerana terlalu lama berada di Kedah, aku amat rindu pada masakan Johor, kampung halaman aku. Sudah 2 tahun aku beraya di Kedah, pasti aku rindu pada suasana kampung ku. Jadi aku pun bercadang ingin menghidupkan sentimen Johor di tengah2 pekan Alor Setar ini. Aku memutuskan untuk menyediakan Kuah Kacang dan Masak Lodeh.

Tapi perkara yang mencabar minda adalah, beberapa rakan aku hanya makan makanan sayuran sahaja. Jadi, aku tidak boleh menggunakan udang kering atau belacan. Tidak mengapa kerana aku berfikiran "Malaysia Boleh!", jadi aku berusaha sedaya upaya memasak dua jenis masakan itu tanpa menggunakan bahan2 yang penting.

Alhamdulillah, Kuah Kacang aku mendapat sambutan ramai. Mereka amat suka dengan Kuah Kacang yang aku masak, malah mereka sanggup ratah sahaja kuah itu. Siap ada lagi yang berkata: "Kini, kalau ada satay, sangat enak!"

Kuah Masak Lodeh aku juga mendapat sambutan yang serupa. Ada diantara mereka tidak pernah merasai masakan ini, namun mereka amat menggemarinya setelah mencuba masakan aku. Habis seperiuk lauk yang aku masak.

Sebenarnya, aku ingin menjamu rakan2 aku dengan nasi impit agar susana beraya di Johor itu dapat disemarakkan lagi. Tetapi, aku sudah silap kiraan dan tidak dapat menyediakan nasi impit untuk dimakan bersama kuah kacang dan kuah masak lodeh. Akhirnya, aku terpaksa akur dengan memasak nasi putih sahaja.

Kawan aku berkata: "Alia, kini kau berjaya membuktikan yang kau sebenarnya Melayu"

Nota kaki: Tere tak melayu aku? har har har

And more they come

2010-09-20T21:54:00.003+08:00

Thanks for the kerongsang set, Ruby

I have been pestering CCH for this for so long... now she got me one :)

A comic from Amal

My first ever bustier

Of course I'm juicy :)

Makes me feel sexy....

I could just smile :)

2010-09-17T14:27:00.006+08:00

Received an unexpected package from my lovely family in Vienna today. Didn't even know that I was getting something. The knick knacks in the package are so lovely, I am so so so happy to get each and everyone of them. I mean, it means alot! Each and everyone of it carries a significant meaning.

Some of the gifts were handmade by no other than Amal, and some (cash) from Yayah, made me smile even wider heehheh.... I know, I know, I do not have a list up this year, I just want to be surprised. Boy, I do love what I got from all of you!!

There are more to be put up but the stupid internet is just so jealous that I can't upload it U_U

Neway, Mamak, rantai tu boleh kena air tak?

How do you relate?

2010-09-12T20:52:00.002+08:00

I went to one of my favourite sundry shop located in Pekan Rabu, Alor Setar. The shop is called Borong Din and it sells all the oddities that you can imagine. I like it because, well, the price is affordable and reasonable. Imagine this, 1kg of good large red onions is only rm1.50!!

Anyway, what surprise me most is that,I was scanning through the prices of dried goods when I came across the sign for dried red chillies. At first I thought I was imagining things or it was some kind of prank. But even after 10mins, the sign was still there.

I seriously cannot relate dried red chillies and sex danger. Can you?

Could you tell us apart?

2010-09-04T13:23:00.001+08:00

So, who is that gorgeous babe beside me?

Wanna take a guess?

Cats and cars

2010-09-02T22:09:00.002+08:00

Have you ever wondered why cats like to sleep under cars, behind tyres, on top of the car's roof? It is as if cars are cat magnets that cats are extremely attracted to them.

Many times, we've heard stories about cats being run over by cars just beacause they were catnapping in places that weren't meant to be. But all these stories that I heard, were so far away from me that I never felt the severity of the death of a cat being run over. Until 2 days ago.

I was on my way out from the male psychiatric ward at the old hospital. A staff nurse has parked her car right infront of the main gate and she was starting her car, to make a move out of the compound. While we were walking out, she was backing her car out. We didn't hear anything abnormal at all. But as she was going further away from her original spot, I saw something writhing in pain on the grass. At first it did not register to me what was that. After awhile, I finally realized that it was a cat, squashed and on the verge of death. It was stammering as the last breath of life escaped from its body. Its brain were half splattered out from its skull and its eyes were all out from their sockets.

I couldn't believe what I saw and I immediately alerted the driver. She was also shocked of what just happened. But I don't blame her as no one would expect a cat will still be under the car when the engine is on.

So there. I saw the death of a cat, squashed by a car. That image still haunts my head.

Mencuri di bulan puasa

2010-09-01T18:45:00.002+08:00

Pagi tadi aku berada di Hospital Alor Setar, lebih tepat sekali, aku berada di klinik psikiatri. Most of the patients yang datang di klinik adalah patient yang stabil dan hanya datang untuk amik ubat dan counselling. Jadi, disebabkan waktu tu awal lagi dan doktor pun belum ada lagi, kebanyakan pesakit hanya berlegar-legar di ruang menunggu di luar klinik.

Masa aku menunggu tu, aku ada terpandang seorang pakcik dalam lingkungan umur lewat 30-an. dia sedang duduk di tepi pagar ditemani seorang lagi uncle yang agak tua dari pakcik itu. Uncle tu tertidur sambil menunggu, tetapi pakcik itu tidak. Aku takde la perhati lama sangat. Tapi setelah beberapa lama, aku tengok pakcik tu macam mengambil sesuatu dari saku baju uncle yang tengah tidur tu.

Uncle tu tertidur terlalu nyenyak sampai dia tak sedar yang pakcik tu telah mengambil sekotak rokok dari aku baju uncle tu. Kemudian, dengan pantas, pakcik itu bangun dan memandang ke arah aku. Masa tu aku memang dah nampak apa pakcik tu buat. Pakcik tu memasukkan rokok yang dia baru curi itu kedalam saku seluarnya dan bergerak ke arah sekumpulan lelaki lain yang takde mengena dengannya atas alasan nak menutup kesalahannya.

Aku tenung lama pakcik itu dan dia perasan aku tenung dia. Dia rasa tak sedap hati, kemudian dia terus start motor and beredar dari situ.

Kerana sekotak rokok, sanggup pakcik tu mencuri di bulan mulia ni kan?

Amal, this is for you....

2010-09-01T15:20:00.002+08:00

Kalau aku ada, aku sangkut kat kain dia kott, tengok best tak terbang freestyle macam tu :P

Boleh caya ke footage neh?

hooo yeah!!

2010-08-31T23:31:00.001+08:00

Cerita dia macam ni, aku beli seluar ni kat singapore tahun 2008 ke, 2007 ke. masa tu, aku kira slimfit lagi la kan. sekali, berat badan aku berjaya meningkat secara exponiential tanpa belas kasihan untuk kurang. Jadi tak muatlah seluar tu akhirnya...

Tapi, sebab aku pun nak berusaha untuk kurangkan lemak yang berlebihan, aku pun berniat untuk muat balik dalam seluar tu pada 27/8/10. Tetapi malangnya, pada tarikh itu, aku masih rasa keketatan yang amat menyedihkan ketika aku sarung seluar itu. So, aku pun ubah la date pergi ke hari merdeka.

MERDEKA!!!

Woohoo! aku muat la seluar itu. Ternyata, kalau I put my mind to it, sure boleh!

Lepas ni, aku nak try muat kat baju aku yang bersize S pulak... tengok sampai tak tahap tu :P

Why is this so trendy?

2010-08-28T22:26:00.002+08:00

As the day passes by, the height of those things hidden under the hijab gets higher and higher. I always wonder what is the purpose of that chignon-like thing that is placed under the hijab.

I wonder, if these ladies travel with motorbikes, how do they put their helmets on? When they go for BMI check-up, which height is taken, the apparent height (including the chignon) or the true height?

Does it make the wearer looks much more leaner and more beautiful? Personally, I think it just makes them look weird.

What say you?

You will not stop surprising me :)

2010-08-26T23:12:00.002+08:00

A package was waiting for me on the table today after I woke up from a 4 hours coma. Had a really bad headache and heat intolerance earlier in the day. But as soon as I saw this pack on my table, everything else was forgotten.

Guess which one is my favourite??

And good choice for the blue shades of the earrings as my kurung this year is also blue :)

Thanks Mamak, Nana, Shadi, and Yayah!

LOVE!!

GUCCI's twin

2010-08-23T23:43:00.002+08:00

Didn't know that GUCCI had a twin by the name of GUCCA, and selling furnitures, no less. Malaysia is so "original".

Remember ADIDAS's counterpart, ASADI?

Damn, branding is so much important than quality.

Save the dates

2010-08-23T22:49:00.005+08:00

No, not for my wedding, not yet at least. But those dates that I circled in purple, those are the days that will determine my being a qualified Medical Bachelor, Bachelor of Surgery, in short, a Doctor.

We finally got the dates and it seems all so real now. I am anxiously anticipating for those days to come. It's like I love to hate those days, and at the same time, I hate to love them too.

Let me put some details:
-24th Jan 2010: Medicine, Psychology, Paediatric theory paper
-28th Jan 2o1o: Surgery, OBGYN, Orthopedics theory paper
-7th Feb 2010: OSCE
-9th Feb 2010: Bedside examination (3 short cases)
-10th Feb 2010: Bedside examination (1 long case)

Pray for me :)

Haunted Blackberry or haunted piano?

2010-08-21T12:12:00.002+08:00

I was on the phone with a certain someone late last night. We were talking about things and updating ourselves with progresses and the usuals. Usually, my friend will tell me in advance if the phone's battery is going off pretty soon, and that we will be cut off. But last night, maybe I didn't hear those words while I was switching from one ear to the other. But I thought I heard my friend told me to hold on for awhile. Then, out of no where, I heard someone playing the piano. A finger excercise piece that I recognize very well as I do that often when I want to start playing the piano. To my mind, maybe my friend wanted to show me that now my friend is able to play the piano. So, I let the tunes go into my head for about 3 reps of the excercise. Then, I started calling my friend, but there was no answer. So, I decided to put off the line and call back. When I did, the operator said that the number was not reachable.

I was like: "What the hell just happened?"

Usually, when the phone got cut off because of a dead battery, the line just mutes off. But the piano piece that i heard, I was sure that it sounded like someone was really playing it at the moment. And I am far more than certain that where my friend is at, there is no piano in the building. None at all.

Seriously, what did happen? I am 150% sure that I heard the piano playing and I wasn't imagining things.

Anis Anggun Hair Salon

2010-08-18T22:21:00.000+08:00

Finally, I did it. I took a drastic step to change my hair style. From the boring wavy and frizzy head of hair, I made it straight and super layered. Many love this do and I have my Mamak to thank for giving her full support.

Did it at a salon that not many know of. The salon is manned by the owner herself and she does not have any other workers. It is a small place, nothing like a hair studio, but it is definitely very customer friendly. It may not be as complete as major hair salons, but as long as I come out looking good, why should I complain, right?

The best part is that the rebonding starts from RM150 onwards and she uses Shiseido hair products. Anis Anggun Hair Salon also boasts that it has warranty that if after 3 days and the first hair wash is done, and the results turn to be not satisfactory, we can come back to her and she will do the whole process again for FREE! She will even SMS you to check the progress and satisfactory of her customers. How cool is that?

The salon is located in Taman PKNK, Alor Setar. If anyone is interested, please do call Anis herself at +60175087525. Tell her that Alia recommended her place :)

Of abortions and discarding of babies

2010-08-16T21:47:00.002+08:00

Baby with sacrococcygeal terratoma in JB Hospital (courtesy of Cheah Ping Ping)

Lately, Malaysia has been plagued with the news of newborns being discarded in dumpsters, on riverbanks, beside the roads, and many more inhumane areas. Some of the lucky and tough babies survived the ordeal and were promptly rescued by do gooders and sent to shelter homes. They will then wait until the day that they are adopted by parents who actually want children but can't have them on their own, or sent back to the families that . And some, the less fortunate ones, end up growing up in shelter homes not knowing who their real families are.

Premaritual sex is rather a common thing nowadays in Malaysia although it is still the biggest taboo and the stigma that haunts the minds of many Malaysians about single mothers are rather demeaning. Therefore, put 2 and 2 together, the equation will end up with another baby dead or alive somewhere out there without anyone tending to it.

How could someone carry a child for 9 whole months and discard of the gift from God, just like that? Have they no sense at all? Fine, they are panicked and do not know what to do of the child, but really, is that the way to act? To let the baby die on its own in a bag, or eaten by stray dogs, or rotten by bacterias and maggots? There must be something wrong in their heads, somewhere.

Recently, Malaysia has come up with the genius idea of having a baby bank i.e. babies that are born out of wedlock may be deposited at the bank, where the babies will be cared for until someone wants to adopt them. OK, it is well and good that we will see less of babies being discarded inhumanely. But with this baby bank, would there be more babies born out of wedlock? More premaritual sex? More incidence of sex-related diseases? And what if the bank is so full but the rate of adoption does not tally? And what if there are babies that are born with congenital defects or HIV infected? Who wants to adopt those babies? Then what happens to them? Honestly, I don't think the baby bank does any more good than harm.

What should be done instead is Malaysia should start the DNA bank. Yes, it is a tedious and expensive project, but it is well worth it. Not only that we can trace the parents of these discarded babies, but with the DNA bank, we can solve crime of rape, murder and etc. Infact, any immigrants that enter the county, should also be registered under the DNA bank.

So, what is your opinion on this issue?

What is wrong with this picture?

2010-08-10T08:51:00.000+08:00

OUCH!!

2010-08-08T21:13:00.002+08:00

Recently had a work-related accident in the health clinic which caused patient's blood to splash into my eyes. So the next step is for me and the said patient to have our blood taken simultaneously and to be sent for HIV and HepB testing. Because I trust that my colleagues are well-versed in blood withdrawal, I let one of them take my blood while the staff nurse takes the patient's blood.

This is what I got. A bruised entry site that is still very bruised after 5 days post withdrawal.

No, I do not siffer from bleeding tendencies.

Like the concentric layers of an onion

2010-08-08T21:06:00.003+08:00

I peeled and peeled and peeled each layers with much love. And finally....

A lovely gift from Mamak and Shadi, all the way from Wien.

LOVE!!!

p/s:sila jangan jeles :P

Can you keep a secret?

2010-08-05T22:21:00.002+08:00

Many times people that I know ask me THAT question: "Do you have a boyfriend?". My simple answer is: "No".

So, am I really single and available or am I not? Let me clear your minds that the answer to that question is for me to know and for you to find out, not anytime soon, though. I don't like, like some people I actually know (admittedly shameful to say, related to), LOVES to popularise their love lives on the net, on Facebook, no less. I mean, what is the motive really? Isn't it supposed to be personal and confidential? But when the question like: "When can I save the date already?", arise to their ears, they will be so hesitant to answer it, like as if the question was so acid to take.

I don't know, the way I bring myself, I am sure that many might think that I am snobbish at the first glance. Once I start talking, then they'd really know who I am. I am rather reserved to people whom I am not closed to.

Many a times, guys are bound not to come and approach me simply because I have a strong aura, so they say. Well, yes, I do agree I am confident of myself or at least I try to be, simply because I don't want people to belittle me. But deep inside, I am just an ordinary girl, minus the bimbo hooty crap.

Guys, they like to ask me about my status but only a few that went further and ask me out. I don't usually take the offer because somehow I know that we won't click. Well I am not choosy, I just don't like to waste time.

Let me just declare my status here that I am flirty.

Can?

hahahhahah

Wild me

2010-08-04T23:00:00.003+08:00

OK, so what if I have like 10 piercings on each ear?
OK, so what if I have RED hair?
OK, so what if I don't wear the hijab?
OK, so what if I don't speak the local language that fluent?

Does that make me different?
Of course it does.

Does that give you the right to call me a social butterfly (i.e too social) kind of girl?
No, that ain't right.

Get to know me first before you judge me. At least I know I am true to myself and I don't talk behind people, I tell them straight to their faces.

Kedai jual badan

2010-07-29T22:22:00.002+08:00

Jika anda mempunyai pinggang yang ramping, anda bolehlah membeli PINGGANG PELASTIK dari kedai kami dengan harga yang berpatutan. Selain dari itu, kami juga menjual bahagian badan yang lain. Jika anda mengalami kecederaan pelvis, patah tulang, kami juga menjual pelvic bone dan tulang temulang yang lain. Semuanya diperbuat dari pelastik. Sangat murah. Ada discount jika membeli secara bundle. Sekian, terima kasih.

Fail! @_@

Pergi beli number cepat!

2010-07-26T22:02:00.002+08:00

Aku serious tak boleh bayangkan macam mana kemalangan ni boleh terjadi. Kalau korang perasan, bahagian depan lori tu sedang menentang arus dan dia terbalik. Hari tu tak hujan, so jalan memanglah tak licin.

Jadi, mungkinkah si pemandu terlalu laju atau terlalu mengantuk atau terlalu mabuk?

Kejadian berlaku di highway Gurun.

Kalau number kena, jangan lupa kasi royalty kat aku sikit ^_^y

iSee

2010-07-20T19:29:00.002+08:00

I totally don't understand people who wear their sunglasses indoors. First of all, it is called SUNglasses, it is meant to protect the eyes from the harsh UV rays of the sun. But where in God's name do you have sun indoors??

It really makes me wonder if these people are blind or they have sore eyes, or worst of all, cross-eyed. It can't be that they are blind as the guy in the picture above is so engrossed using up Jewbucks Wi-Fi, and the lady is clearly having a conversation at her table. I mean, it is really rude to speak to someone indoors with your sunnies on. Seriously, don't they teach you that in etiquette school or something?

What I don't understand even more are people who wear their sunnies in clubs. Dude, ain't it dark enough already??

Aidil, Adha, Fitri

2010-07-19T18:49:00.003+08:00

For those not in the know, the 2 men above are brothers and they are national soccer players.

The single person standing there, is another person, not related to them at all.

But they all look alike and what a coincidence that their names are Aidil, Adha, and Fitri.

The one thing that they all have in common is that they are all gorgeous!!

:)

Biar betik?

2010-07-15T22:25:00.002+08:00

Dah lama dah aku nampak banner ni. Tapi tak pernah terfikir nak tangkap gambarnya. Tapi hari tu, aku bercadang sangat nak tulis pasal iklan ni sebab dia siap tulis kat banner tu "*terbukti" dan "*jaminan ada". Wahh! bukan main yakin lagi si tuan punya business ni.

Tapi yang pelik tu, kenapa "*terbukti" dan "*jaminan ada" ada asterix? adalah ada terma dan syarat disebaliknya?? Ish... business macam ni pun nak kena berhati2 sebab mereka dah pandai nak guna fine print.

Aku rasa nak call la number ni. Aku nak minta tolong mereka ubatkan penyakit yang tengah menular sekarang ni. Penyakit suka naikkan harga barang tak tentu pasal. Gila apa??

Parking wars

2010-07-11T16:28:00.002+08:00

Recently there are many articles in the local newspaper about people ranting on cars that are double parked and blocking their path. Some cars are seen parked in alleys where they shouldn't be. Some, the more daring ones, are parked right underneath the sign "No parking".

Yes, with the increasing number of drivers and cars today, there is no wonder that this is the current problem that is faced by all drivers, me included. I just can't stand double parkers. They get on my nerves and I wish I have a long metal stick with a pointed end so that I can scratch those cars from the comfort of my driver's seat, while driving pass the double parkers.

But then again, I don't blame them as much either. With people that are parking like this:

living in the country and also fruit sellers that think they pay for the parking spot where a car should be parked, like this:

and the cost of parking in a proper parking space is way too absurd to be fathomed:

the only thing I can say is, more power to the double parkers and don't be surprised if I join the bandwagon

;)

How would you like your octopus?

2010-07-09T22:26:00.003+08:00

Who doesn't know Oracle Paul. He has become famous for predicting six of the World Cup 2010 games correctly and all consecutively on the spot. According to mathematicians, the probability to be predicting 6 games correctly consecutively is less than 0.5%. How amazing is Oracle Paul?!?

Actually Oracle Paul has been doing this predicting stunt since the Euro Cup in 2008 where he got 4 out of his 6 predictions right. How he does it is pretty simple. His handlers will place 2 boxes that has the same type of mussel in each of the boxes, into his tank. Each boxes is also clad with the flag of the teams that are competing. Then, Oracle Paul will pick the box of which he predicts will win the game. Simple as that.

Oracle Paul wasn't born in Germany, but he is currently residing there. Germans love him to bits when he predicted their wins against Argentina, England, and Ghana. But now, instead of love, Oracle Paul is receiving death treats from the Germans when he correctly predicted that Spain to win the last game. The Germans urged the Oberhausen Aquarium to kill Oracle Paul and serve him in the restaurant.

Not only that, the Argentines also do not fall short from wanting to kill Oracle Paul. They even had the hope to one day kidnap him from his tank, kill him, cook him and then serve him with potatoes. All this hate was because Oracle Paul had predicted Germany to win over Argentina in their last game.

Today, Oracle Paul, under much demand, has predicted that the Germans will win third place and that the Spaniards will take home the Cup this year. Oracle Paul has yet to receive death treats from Uruguay and Netherlands for his predictions.

Anyway, I was just thinking, if every football enthusiast is too busy depending on Oracle Paul to know who will win any game, I guess World Cup 2014 will not take place in where it is supposed to be but instead, fans will be overflowing in the Oberhausen Aquarium, waiting on the edge of their seats for Oracle Paul's predictions, while top chefs from each of the loosing country will be ready with a menu all consisting of Oracle Paul's remains, once they get their hands on him.

No wonder Germany lost.... U_U

2010-07-08T17:01:00.002+08:00

No wonder Oracle Paul chose Spain over Germany for the semis. Paul must be disgusted by Joachim Low's antiques.

Iewww.... SERIOUSLY??