Wooohooo ~ Hahaha
Cooking just isn’t my thing. My knowledge and culinary skills are pathetic.
But I made an awesome discovery today !
Last week, I cut a big red onion into halves. I ate cooked half, and the other half was kept in the fridge.
Today, about one week later, I opened the container and surprised to find this
O my… the core and the ‘roots’.
The half onion is regenerating and sprouting. In the fridge!
Can happen like this one gah?
There is life even in a chill frozen place…
What is it, Lord? Where am I? Coz…
Guide me.
What the… 20 missed calls ?!?!
Of course it is an emergency.
Dr Alexis is supposed to be on-call this week!!
And the hospital called me. 20 times.
I was having my phone right here inside my pocket, how could I have not heard it ringing or felt it vibrating? I checked the time of the first call. It was half an hour ago.
O shoot… worse, I was in Ipoh. One hour of MAD driving away from Hospital Slim River. (There is a policy about being at the Emergency Department within half an hour after you receive the call. Which means that you are not supposed to wander too far away when you’re on call duties. So I do know I brought this problem upon myself.)
With one hand I redialed the hospital, and another hand digging in my bag for my pair of jeans. Time to find a phone booth?
‘Hello, Dr Soo here, dental on call. Did someone called?’
‘Oh yes, Dr Soo ! We’ve been trying to reach you again and again. There was a patient with multiple avulsion and a laceration wound. We weren’t able to contact you, so we called Dr Nurul Hidayah instead. She gave us phone instructions. We stitched him and I am sending him off now. The matter been settled.’
That moment, I was truly grateful that Nurul helped. And glad that the medical team simply helped stitched the patient up. They have every right to lodge a complaint against an on-call officer who just wasn’t on-call. I apologized to the medical officer.
‘Yeah, next time don’t be uncontactable.’
Huge sigh of relief~ At the very least, I don’t have to drive all the way back to Slim River. Shaken indeed.
So I can’t help but wondered for a while, I MUST drive back if I didn’t miss the 20 calls. So is it better to answer or better to miss? Of course I am more responsible than that. Just wondering.
For a few seconds, I felt I was being watched.
Well, my curtains at home are one foot short. They are always dangling midway in the air, like this….
When I pulled my gaze away from my computer and looked at the window glass, who was there but a PEEPING TOM !!
He’s a young boy in red MU shirt, down on all fours, looking at me with a toothy grin. The brain shifted gear from Adrenaline rush down to ‘O, how adorable~’
I smiled and waved.
He got up and ran away.
Oh boy…. He gotta be one of the staff’s son. I always thought the kids in this quarters neighbourhood might wonder ‘What place is that corner house? The lone lot beside the empty abandoned field? Is a scary old hag staying there? What’s inside the house? Is it haunted?’
So a kid had enough courage to check that house out and saw the legendary young pretty doctor chilling in front of the computer. She even smiled and waved back.
If PEEPING TOM is a teenager or a man…. I’ll transform into a witch. Watch it.
Being the Yang Menjaga (YM) of a clinic, a lot of letters passed through my hands. And I can’t help but noticed, most of the official letters ended with
Berkhidmat untuk Negara
followed by the signature.
Like that’s the motto of our service, like I really really care.
Today is an appointment day. Part of me do enjoy patching up people’s teeth and solving people’s dental problem, but part of me is really glad that some chose not to come. I can just relax on my YM chair~
My first patient was early. I greeted him and he was kind enough to reply cheerfully. I don’t get that too often here. So I shall give him my best-est service. After patching 2 teeth, the next patient wasn’t here yet. So I offered ‘Would you like me to just patch everything for you, so that you won’t ever have to see me again?’
He took my offer gladly. And so I worked. Drill / flush/ light cure/ patch/ check bites/ polish.
‘Alright, you’re done. Just come next year for your annual dental check-up!’ I sound so dang professional, sometimes.
‘OK thank you, Doc !!’ He happily walked out. Then, he stuck his head at the door again ‘Jasa budi anda akan dikenang!’
Wasyeh! Certainly didn’t expect something like that early in the morning. I was thrown into a coughing fit. Lately I cough when I tried to laugh or get too excited. Being appreciated by patients, such satisfaction. Patients like this made my day, and he made Berkhidmat Untuk Negara worth it.
Being attacked by the second wave of illness, when I barely recovered 2 weeks ago, is just terrible.
I went to bed early and feverish, with a Cool Fever pad on my forehead. Child size, because Famili Mart of Slim River didn’t stock up adult ones. I remember waking up numerous times, coughing like mad fighting the heat/cold at the same time. The head isn’t leveled when fever is here. I even thought I can’t breathe. It was a struggle . It was like wrestling with an unknown force.
Thank God, at one point, middle of the night, I woke up for the umpteenth time. I opened my eyes and felt a comforting cool on my forehead. The room is no longer blurry or spinning. The fever had lifted!! Yesh… I found my phone and check the time, 2.27am. Only 2.27am? Gosh, it felt like I had been battling for the whole night. Dawn breaking, victory drawing near, no? Still a long night to go apparently.
I woke up again at 7am. Suffered postural hypotension when I was putting on the contact lens. Anyhow, I managed to drag my feet to work, promising myself that if my condition gets worse, I’ll just walk to the medical side and ask for an MC.
The day went on with God’s grace.
COME AFTERNOON!!
My new friend came to the clinic. I first saw her when I went to my staff’s Raya open house. He invited all Slim River staff. So naturally there were a lot of children running around too. This particular 4-year old girl in small baju kurung wore green eye shadow!! O my goodness, whose daughter is this? I offered her the Keropok Ubi which she dared not take. When another elder child took the courage and shared my crisps, she took slow deliberate steps towards the potato chips, grabbed one and quickly ran off.
Later I found out that she is the daughter of my clinical assistant.
Today Nurul came with her mother. Another staff commented ‘Eh!! Datang lagi!!’ and pinched her cheek.
Nurul, like most kids, is very chatty once she gets comfortable with a person. And kids say the darnest things.
I took her to the pantry as the staffs brought in some food to share. Initially, she shouted ‘MALU LA!’ with a cheeky smile on her face. After some ushering and invitation from other abang kakak, Nurul deciphered that it is safe, she went in and sat beside me. And began to be very chatty. She talked a lot and I must say I only understand about 40% of what she’s saying. Mostly I asked her one thing, she answered another.
‘Nurul, you have any siblings?’
‘I do.’
‘Lelaki ka perempuan?‘
‘…. Doktor nie lelaki ka perempuan?’ I almost choked on my food. The staff who heard this innocent question were laughing. Is my gender confusing you? Or maybe you just haven’t learn how to differentiate a boy from a girl.
‘Nurul, Nurul nak jadi doktor besar nanti?’
‘Tak nak!‘ cute way.
‘Nak jadi apa pula?’
‘Nak jadi Doktor Kechik!!’
Oh my…. this young lady, brought a lot of cheer to this sick body. One more thing, I was walking her along the clinic corridor and she was chatty. Suddenly, I felt a tiny palm naturally slipped into mine. So trusting, so sweet.
Who said life has to be complicated?
You called me a freak.
Today you totally freaked me out….
=)
Lov.
p/s this post is going to be short lived.
What’s holding you back?
Walls. Sins.
Like many times, I was glad to be carrying Cyndee. When pastor was ministering in front, I held her a little tighter and buried my face on her little shoulder. Just not now….
Tear Down the Walls
I played this and only this song over and over again when I hit the PLUS Highway heading back to Slim River.
What’s my wall… Sins.
I can’t stop crying. I need help, Lord. I am a weak and wretched sinner…
And I’m even in love with my own sins.
But Lord, I know that I am even more in love with You…
So refine me… It’s painful fire, purging impurities within. I prayed.I haven’t prayed like that for a long time. Desperate prayers.
Tear Down the Walls
It could be just a song. It could be just a theme. It could be another great sermon.
Or… tearing down the walls is tearing up my heart as well.
Psalms 51:17 A broken and a contrite heart, the Lord will not despise…
This life is Yours and Hope is rising
Lolz, sorry God, I just love to ask this question. Why do You love me so much?
As the song repeated for the fifth time, I reached Slim River already. Before the end of the song, I reached my house. Must have been some kind of crazy driving. Takung air mata pun dah abis dah….
God, help me ba.
Tear down the friggin’ walls !
Front line Decoy Team : Amity Glow
Battle Teams : HiM & Mandarin
Date of Operation : 3 October 2009
Front line Agents
.
2. Belden. His credentials.
.
The Unsuspecting Victim : Alexis
A few things noteworthy
Masterminds of Operation Slick
Javier
Vern
and Richard.
Privates
Reporting Operation Details
| Objective | Execution | Status |
| Decoy |
|
Target met team.aL turned car to leave but group insisted to get down and look at the lake |
| Realization |
‘O man, it’s less than a year old. I pray that it is still there in the toilet! My mom is not going to buy another one for me.’
|
aL took Richard and Belden to retrace every location.Asked a lot of people on duty. Persevering.
Feels bad Rich lost something while visiting her town |
| Meanwhile:Battlefield Prep + Sneak |
|
To signal decoys when ready |
| False Alarm |
|
aL simply overjoyed for the lost had been found |
| Ambush |
|
aL terrorized and ran
War game started A lot of wet soldiers and shouts of joy and laughters |
Target neutralized. Every fibres on aL is totally drenched.
Conclusion : Operation Slick / Slim SUCCESS
BUT
Teams left too much evidence behind
Who moved the soldiers?
Mr Snail approaching the big bag of rubbish
Ei? How come there’s a gift inside the freezer ?
Suspiciously wrapped packages
Green item placed in closet!
Thank you UTPians.
Thank you for reminding me that I am loved.
You had given me the best birthday bash any 25 years old (++) can ever imagine or ask for.
Thank YOU, God for this bunch of kids who brightened up my life.
It was Sunday night and like usual, it was time to be a highway cruiser and travel back to Slim River from Ipoh. This had been a really happening week. Happy, Surprised, Terrorized, Missing, Joyful, Confused, Thankful, Blessed and all sorts of emotions.
Tired, nonetheless.
Driving at night is better. Driving in the afternoon sun is sleepy! To sustain myself, just in case, I had a glass of Iced White Coffee and pumped the music really really loud in my car. To some songs, I sang along. To others, things that happened these past few days just swirled in my head, and pushed the loud music aside.
I needed to visit the loo and I picked Tapah Rest because it is brightly lit and the fact that a lot of highway users use it. Somewhat safer, isn’t it?
Finding a parking wasn’t easy at Tapah Rest, as expected. But I found one spot in a semi-lit parking lot. Like sometimes, I don’t bring my wallet down with me. I dumped my pouch containing my wallet at the passenger side and casually covered it with a scarf or this time, my jacket. I locked the car and walked the distance to the toilet.
I took my time, going to the toilet and then step by step making my way back to the car. I was approaching the red Gen 2 and unlocked my car with the remote. Locking or unlocking of my car doesn’t produce that Tweet Tweet sound. The lock just popped up without any alarm.
At the very same time I noticed a middle-aged malay man was walking beside my car. The moment I unlocked my car (without a sound), I saw him stopped at the driver’s door and peered inside. My wallet is in there! About 1 car away, I froze! wondering what the hell he was doing.
Indeed! Instead of walking on, the suspicious man halted there, peering inside and it was no mistake his hands were working on the locks! I needed to act fast!!
I slammed the back of my car real hard. Bang!! And with a strong voice, ‘NCIK !!!’
How dare you pick my car? I mean business. Don’t play play with me.
Almost immediately he jolted up and replied ‘APASAL?!?!’ with the equal valor I portrayed. I strode over to him quickly. And stopped dead in my tracks when I saw he already inserted a key at the driver’s door. Oops…. a car thief uses wires right? They don’t have the keys…. Right? Only owners have the keys right???
‘APSAL?!?!’ He repeated.
My embarrassment was confirmed with a glance at the dashboard. There was a happy flower swaying with the energy of the solar. My Gen 2 dashboard is clear of anything.
‘Oops sorry sorry, silap kereta.’ I can’t say it fast enough to quickly slip away. I can’t even look at him.
‘APASAL LA !! PUKUL KERETA SAYA PULAKKKK!!!’ By the time he finished his sentence, I was already trotting away trying to dig a hole to bury my blushing red face.
I was so embarrassed I kept walking further until it was safe to make a U-turn from the other side. I knew I had passed my own car when I was walking in a trance. My mental status was perfectly functional but it just wasn’t sharp. It was loaded and it was tired. So I must have missed my car and mistaken his as mine.
As I kinda tiptoed back to my own car, flustered, I wondered if there was any eye witness. It seemed like everybody is minding their own business. Cool…. Until, it was unmistakable another young Malay in jacket was looking at me. Although I was staring at the ground with my hands in my pocket, I felt that he turned his head following my direction.
OK…. So you’re looking at me. You must have seen my stupidity.
I looked up at him, caught his eye contact, put on a stupid face and shrugged.
I noticed he smiled in return.
Aaaahhh….. My brain was too jammed at that moment to decipher the meaning of it. Whatever la, I shall consider him smiling with me, rather than smiling mocking me.
I found my own red Gen 2 and quickly got into it. Quickly drove away before anyone else saw my face. Even tho the music was playing very loudly, my head was deaf to the sound as it was simply filled with embarrassment for a good 15-25 minutes.
And I was so fierce…
Talk about 1Malaysia. I really am trying my best within my individual capacity to be a better Malaysian and relate with people of other races.
Today, Malaysian Idiot = Me.
=.=
aL is here 