a new chapter begins..

yeah..so it's been awhile.
i sat for my exams (yet again!) in early may. i left it to God. if i pass, great. if i dont, then i'm still a doctor, and can just continue giving my services to the public... either be a service (chronic) medical officer in paeds, or join the peripheral health clinics. a friend suggested that i quit the ministry and open up my own clinic. kinda scary, but perhaps do-able.
my brother suggested that i adopt a child if i dont make it through the exam. he said maybe it's time i concentrate on something (or someone) else other than sitting for exams.
um, o-kay. that's even more scary!

so... thank God i passed!!*phew*

which means that i would have to leave melaka. this would have been my 8th year of staying there...so far the 2nd longest time i ever lived in a place. (i spent the 1st 12 years of my life in kl, then moved about 3 boarding schools in melaka, taiping & seremban for 7 years, then spent 6 years in canada). it was a mixture of emotions leavingmelaka.. there were a lot of memories built there, and i'll definitely miss it.

so here i am back in kl, transferred to a university hospital, and back staying with my parents. the last time i actually stayed with them fulltime was back when i was 12. then i went to boarding school for 7 years, while they went overseas to work, till my mom retired about 3 yrs ago and came back to msia.
intially, i had mixed feelings about staying with them, how ever much i love my parents, and happy to have them near me, the thought of living with them together in the same house fulltime was a bit.. i dunno.. ?invading.. ?kiddy-ish ..?scary.. ?less private..
so far, a week has passed, and working at the university hospital is just soooooooooo much more different than working at a ministry hospital. it's much more demanding, exhausting, depressing, confusing at times, and really degrading to me.. to see us doctors getting yelled at by the professors, snuffed at by the nurses, the horror stories of a few dcotors who got knocked on the head (literally).. i mean, even school kids are not being treated like that anymore!
so i know, that in order to get through it all, and survive the next 3 years there, is to actually swallow my pride, ditch any ego that i may have, bring down my self-esteem to a bare minimum, learn my lessons, pass the exams, and then get the hell-outa-there.
so having gone through a dreadful week so far at work, i'm gonna just bite my tongue and say that the fact that i actually get to come home after work, to the old house that i grew up in, with mommy dearest there to greet me (and home-cooked food ready for dinner :)) made me really glad and appreciate the fact that at least i'm home with my family, and thank God that i get that privelage.

best wishes, me!
gambate!

why am i not a teacher when i really look like one, and why am i still not married

my friend lote came down to melaka over the weekend and made me go with her to a career talk at our old school. i had to sacrifice my saturday morning sleep-in for that (lote, u owe me beb!;))
we did this last year, but we were really2 late then so we didnt get to participate much.
this year, well, we were late again.. but they changed the format a bit this year, so we managed to sneak in later and sorta "contribute" and shared our experiences with the kids.
i guess the whole objective of the program, organized by the school alumni, is to help the kids from the graduating class decide on their future career paths and motivate them towards reaching the goals by excelling in their exams (spm) first.

so lote and me joined the "medicine" room, where the ex-students who have now become doctors, talk about the hows, whats and whys of being a doctor. like i said, we were late, so it was already towards the end of the 1st session, and no one knew who we were, which was fine by me, but imagine our surprise when one of the speakers said something and then turned directly to us and asked "right, cikgu?".
lote and me just looked at each other, and turned back at the speaker, sheepishly said "err..bukan.." and just sank into our seats.
this aint the 1st time people mistook us as teachers.. people seem to think we are, no matter where we are or what we do (by we, i mean me, lote and few of my other female doctor friends).. be it buying groceries, buying cake, having a facial, having a haircut, trying on shoes, EVEN when we're actually IN the hospital, and this happened to another friend,mawar, when she was explaining to a patient about a certain procedure in order to get the consent, the patient still referred to her as "cikgu"!!
there were exceptions of course, like when people mistake us for college students instead, or in my case, "so when are you taking your spm?", but then i guess i should be flattered huh?
seems like we're never able to get that "doctor-look" right.
;)

back to the sessions,  we did get to introduce ourselves properly in the 2nd session, and talk to them about what the real hu-hah is about doctors (i was pretty sure we actually scared them off doing medicine than anything..heh).
a funny thing happened when i was introducing myself. as i was telling them i'm a medical officer, not yet a specialist, one of the girls asked "how old are you?".
so i answered "34" , and i could immediately hear one or two gasps from the audience.
then someone else asked "are you married?"
and when i answered "no", there was a much louder synchronous gasp from all of them!

i did all i could to compose myself (lote was taken aback by their reaction too, and almost fell out of her chair!) and then found myself actually explaining "err..it's got nuthin to do with becoming a doctor you know, it's just a matter of personal choice.."
and although i could see a few heads nodding, i'm not too sure they looked too convinced. o well..

later in the afternoon, they had a motivational talk, then a brief photo session, and lote and me left after that to watch a movie (fast & furious) where i fell heads over heels all over again for vin diesel.

"they will sumpah you in the kandang"

i had to give a statement in court the other day for an abuse case i handled years ago.
somebody gave me advice on what to expect when i'm in court, "they will bring you into the kandang, and then they will sumpah you.. after they sumpah you, then you sit, and they will start asking you questions.."
those are her exact words.
what she was trying to tell me is that they will bring me onto the witness chair and ask me to angkat sumpah ..
hehe.

anyway, so here's what happened. it was the first time i ever went to court for anything. i was kinda nervous. in the witness room, i saw the patient's mother, who gave me this advice, "doc, you better say your prayers.. these people sometimes play dirty, and they might voodoo you, you know. that's what happened to me last time, after the lawyer asked me the questions, i suddenly got stomach cramps, i had palpitations, and i just stuttered.. they had to postpone the trials last time! you be careful up there doc!"
umm.. right, the symptoms she described could easily be attributed to nerves, but i didnt tell her that and just nodded my head.

after a 2-hour wait, i was finally called in.
the "angkat sumpah" part went well.
then before i sat down, this lady sitting in front of the judge (the sign on her desk said she's the translator) asked me to say my name outloud.
so i did.
then they asked me to state my age outloud.
so i did.
and to my surprise, she actually repeated the number again, in a much louder voice.
umm..why is that? i had to prevent myself from smirking.
then, she asked me to state my current home address.
i was again, surprised, but did as told. the judge and lawyers copied evrything down in writing, and the judge even made me repeat the address.
umm.. ok.. i know the alleged perpetrator was in the courtroom, and although i was called in as an "expert witness", my statements would actually be working "against" him, and voodoo/black magic aside, isnt giving out my full residing address to the room "risky"? i wonder if they ask all witness in all cases to do this...
like i said..this is only my first experience in court. hopefully it's the last.

another interesting observation in there was that, there was no transcriber/stenographer available. therefore, whenever i said anything, the judge and lawyers all got busy jotting down my words.. there were no eye contacts at all at the time, and i was reminded to speak slowly cuz "we have to write down what you say". so i did, pausing once in awhile till one of them looked up to me to ask me to continue.
even the lawyer who was asking me the questions, would immediately look down again and feverishly wrote all my answers, while he/she was still standing!
it was so unlike on tv!
i felt like putting up my hand and ask "isnt there supposed to be a transcriber-person-with-the-tiny-typewriter that can help you take down everything?"

i felt soo "jakun" with everything that i was no longer nervous, and by the time we were halfway done, i was already, surprisingly, bored!
i caught myself looking at my watch and rolling my eyes once, and then realized "shoot..what if they have a cctv in here and saw me doing that?"

anyway, about 40 mins later i was released from the kandang.
hopefully that was the last time i ever have to enter such "kandangs" ;)
i dont know if my statements were actually of any help at all, or whether the case is finally closed or whether the victim (my patient) won. i also dont know for sure whether the alleged perpetrator in the case was really guilty, there is no way i can be 100% sure, unless i was actually at the scene of the crime when it happened. the only thing that was evident to me was that the girl was obviously emotionally affected, and at the time, there was medical evidence suggestive of a rape. i have no idea if the lawyers or police had any other evidence.
i can only pray for justice to be served.
and glad that i'm not a lawyer.

kids?no kids?-part deux

i got "fired" by my friends pretty bad when i told them about my decision to not have any human kids of my own. they wouldnt hear a word from me when i tried to explain. of course, i realized too late that making the announcement when we all met at a friend's house to see her 2 month old newborn is probably not the best idea. also not the best answer to give when people you havent seen for awhile asked "so, what's new with you?".
sigh.

i should clarify here that this is something i've decided on should i manage to stay single my whole life. if, however, God has other plans for me, ie. marriage, then having a child then would be a blessing.

TQ.

perak, rihanna: unrelated hops

yea..yea.. i'm aware of what's been going on with the politics in msia currently.
the party hops, the perak, the daulat, etc.
i was just back in perak (my ma's hometown-ulu kinta) pun actually.
but aiyoh..dont even feel like commenting anything about the whole huhah.
malas.

was planning to hop down to rihanna's concert this friday. but the gurl got herself in a fight or somethin' with her boyfriend, i'm not sure what.. so now the show's got postponed to an unspecified date.
dang.. now i cant party no-mo ;)
well at least the people who didnt want her to come here in the 1st place got their wish.
hmm..just had a thought..
this morning, fly fm was asking people to call in and share with them what they think was the "conspiracy theory" behind rihanna & chris brown's fiasco.
some people said rihanna was jealous la, that chris was getting too close to another girl la, that it was done on purpose, just to get more publicity for themselves (really?seriously?), etc etc.
my theory: sumpahan selangor.
longshot, i know.
gimme a break.

trip to temasek

a.k.a singapore.
for those who didnt know that the country used to be called that in the old days.

i didnt travel out of malaysia at all last year. i like to use the bloody exams as my excuse, and though i still have to sit for it again this year *yawn* i decided to up and leave anyway. even if it means just across the tebrau straits to nearby singapore.

last i set foot on the country was 14-15? years ago i think. a school trip. on a bus. slept at a mosque. that's all i remember (gosh).

anyway, this time i took the bus again, but from jb, into singapore. it was really convenient i tell ya. we went on a sunday, the 3 of us (east, lote, moi), after leaving my car at my aunt's place (whom i havent seen for more than a year already too!)... and there was a massive jam at the toll, but only for the cars. the buses go in a separate lane, no jams at all, and then we had to get down twice for customs check, but since we travelled light, it wasnt really a hassle.
the minute we got off the bus in singapore, we just started walking everywhere. we couldnt get a cab, so we looked at the map and decided that maybe the hotel is at a walkable distance.
and it was! and since then, we just spent our days (and nights!) in singapore walking.
the hotel we stayed at-broadway hotel-in little india, was cheap, at sgd280 for 3 nights, had a clean bathroom, and is close to almost everything. halal indian food, mrt, 24-hr shopping place (mustafa center), etc.
we'd take the mrt, which was also really convenient, and then just mostly walked and walked and walked everywhere... little india, kampung glam, arab street, marina bay, orchard street.

it reminded me of the days in canada. why am i not walking as much here in melaka/kl/malaysia?
hmm..

there was a lot of shopping malls there, i mean, for a small country like singapore, the shopping malls i thought were just, well, relatively huge!
i didnt have a lot of cash on me (or in the bank for that matter) so actual shopping was down to a minimum. one interesting find was that some of the crocs shoes cost cheaper than here in malaysia, even after conversion. brought a pair of alices for mawar (as requested).

went to sentosa for half a day. biasa je i thought. but i loved the luge ride-real fun- and we enjoyed the show "songs of the sea".
plus there was the "fun" experience of actually having to run back and forth, thanks to my forgetful friend (ehem-lote!) who kept leaving her things behind.

last, but definitely not least, was the interesting experience of meeting lote's old friend-a friendly singaporean chap who navigates ships into singapore for a living, with a "colorful" past he doesnt mind sharing, loyal follower of malaysian politics (and malay tv dramas-ehem), and extremely proud father of his 3 kids.
i also realize that it's been awhile since i last made a NEW friend, especially someone outside the "medical society", that i felt like i just got out of my tempurung ;)

ahh..all in all it was a real good fun HEALTHY trip ;)...
here's to more travels this year, and to great friends, old and new.

kids? no kids?

i had this friendly debate with a friend at work a few weeks ago. she's expecting her first child, is in her early pregnancy, and i'm...well, obviously not pregnant, but the topic was about me not wanting to be pregnant.
like, ever.
and no, it has nothing to do with not wanting to become fat and hormonal, cuz i go through that at least once a month anyway.
it's about the product of the pregnancy itself.

i remember when i used to attend to women in labor during my med school days, or later during my houseman days in obstetrics...seeing the women in intense pain, squeezing the little life out of her was already enough to scare me off vaginal delivery...and i vowed for caeserian section for the delivery of my own babies.

then after a string of unsuccessful relationships, i gave up on finding THE man, so i planned to adopt a baby someday, so that i can still be a momma, even if there's no poppa in the picture.

then, after 34 years of life, and 7 years in paediatrics, seeing the sick babies and kids, and also the troubled youths, the juvenile delinquents, the mat rempits and bohsias, i decided to never become a momma. being a doctor to these kids can be risky and is a lot of work, but becoming a parent, to me, is taking major risk, and requires super major hard work. and i just dont think i wanna take that risk. plus i'm not that hardworking either.

of course, my optimistic friend totally disagrees with my thinking, and presented a whole list of reasons for me to reconsider.
so far i'm sticking to my guns, but then i have been known to change my mind about things so i guess we'll see ;)

jalan-jalan januari - genting & bukit tinggi

wonderpets

that's jack, the turtle that's been with me for 5 years now (wow), and little bit, the hamster i'm sitting for while his owner's out of town for the week. i realize that all i need is a duck, and i'll have my own version of wonderpets at home.

the mutt

there was this dog that suddenly claimed our front porch as his home, and for some reason thought that my housemates and i are his owners. (i think it's a he... didnt actually check to confirm)
for 3 days, the dog greeted us when we opened the front door in the morning, and chased our cars as we drove off to work, then greeted us when we arrived home in the evenings, wagging his tail happily. he bowed his head down when i told him ''no", turned his belly up expecting us to rub it, chewed up all the junk mail and made our porch even messier than it usually is!
we're quite sure he belonged to someone because he seemed really 'manja'. we're not sure how long he has been lost, but he was really really dirty.
cute. but dirty.

we couldnt make him leave our porch and stop acting & thinking like we're his owners. so a colleague at the hospital took him from our hands and helped us find him a home. i couldnt bear to see him off even though i know that's the best thing for him and us, so i didnt stick around when our friend came to pick him.
later that night, my housemates and i talked about him, and all quietly admitted we miss the mutt.
hopefully he's happy wherever he ends up to be.

rela do RELA

a circular came out recently stating that government employees who are involved in doing >4hrs night rounds as part of their kampung or taman's RELA or neighbourhood watch, are allowed to have the next morning off from work so they can rest.
makes sense.. i mean, lacking a few hours of sleep from walking round the neighbourhood making sure everyone else sleeps safe, then having to go to work the next day, face those computers, sit through an important meeting, that's just unacceptable.. how can you make important decisions, or crunch up numbers, after a lack of sleep the night before right?

RIGHT??

fyi, as doctors, we also lack sleep when we handle human lives during our 24hour calls at the hospital.. but we DONT get off the next day, so no matter what, we still have to continue making the right decisions, the correct calculations and right drug dosages, make sure the correct leg gets chopped off when need to, yadayadayada, you get what i mean, doctors' business, handling human lives, make sure they dont die, that sorta thing. all that without enough (or even any) sleep for 24hours before that.
ok ok.. you can argue that we get paid an extra rm150 per call, while RELA i'm told, is voluntary.
do the math carefully.
your life, my life. for rm150.
who wins?

RIGHT???

burning questions

how is the chief minister burning the sprayed-on-white-cloth-resembling-the-israel-flag gonna help gaza?
couldnt he with whatever power/influence that he has, do something else that is more worthwhile that can perhaps give a better impact at the efforts towards gaza?
where are his advisors?
what were they thinking?

seriously!

parties, reunions & celebrations

lemme see if i can remember all the events that occured in december

1st there was the daycare party.. the one my dept throw every year mainly for our chronic patients receiving treatments at our daycare. last year we started with the theme thing (space adventure)..this year it's "animal kingdom". it went well.. the kids (and i think the adults too) had fun, and that's the most important thing.

then there was the reunion ..a real small one, 6 of us, 2 of whom i havent seen for 10 years, met up for dinner at midvalley. there was a great deal of catching up done! got to know them when we were all studying in nova scotia, canada . we agreed that it'd be great if we could all go back to canada again, just for a visit.
*sigh*

there was another reunion later, on xmas day in fact.. me, lote & june, old friends from my mrsm terendak days. lote and me will see june once a year when she comes back to melaka (from sarawak) during the long school hols (june's a teacher). this year she made mee bandung for us.. (well her mom did of course!) and "sold" us some brooches and a few other "expensive" stuff ..hehe (inside joke).

jody, my good friend, got engaged to her man.
mawar, my housemate, got married to hers.
congrats peeps!!

and then it was "happy new year- 2009!!"
which means i turn 34..
but then who's celebrating that ;)

latest reads

list of books i've read in the past month:
1) eat pray love - by elizabeth gilbert
2) fish: a memoir of a boy in a man's prison -by tj parsell
3) remember me? - by sophie kinsella
4) fables - volume 10
5) the book thief - by markus zusak
6) the graveyard book - by neil gaiman
7) my sister's keeper - by jodi piccoult

i wish i could travel (and write) like elizabeth gilbert. remember me is a typical sophie kinsella work, but the only "chick lit" i still quite enjoy. fish is another non-fiction, didnt quite like it; started out quite good and interesting, but surprisingly turnout more of a romantic story in the end.
the book thief and the graveyard book are supposed to be targeting "young adults" but i still love both of the books (hmm..guess a 30-something can still fit in this category then huh?).
my sister's keeper is somewhat a "familiar" read because it's about childhood leukemia and we see patients with the cancer everyday at work, but it's written in the perspective of the family having to deal with the disease, and the controversial issues about genetics designer babies , the moral versus ethical dilemma surrounding it. it's quite a moving story, i actually cried unexpectedly at the end!
i'm currently reading dry - by the funny augusten burroughs, but have to put it aside for awhile this weekend cuz i have a presentation to finish before wednesday.
thank God for the long weekend.

chasing sunsets

last week i tried a couple of times to capture the beautiful sunset from a small restaurant right by the beach at pantai puteri, melaka. both times i failed. the first because the day was too cloudy. the second day we left the house 2 minutes too late that by the time we reached the restaurant, the sun had completely gone.
then one day after work this week, i went to get groceries, and on the way back saw that the sun was setting down nicely. i knew i wouldnt be able to make it to the beach at pantai puteri, so i just drove straight towards the coast line, not exactly sure where i should go to get a good shot of the sunset and hoping i wont miss it again this time. then i found myself driving past my housing area towards another housing area that's right by the coast line. by the time i parked, got out my camera, and ran towards the beach (in my skirt and heels! i told you i was from work) the sun was already halfway sinking down in the horizon, but i managed to capture a few shots that didnt turnout too bad.

our own lil' artist

a butterfly....


a "sotong" (her words)....

clockwise fr top: teddy, an apple, a tree, a duck

amirah-the artist

my sis was woken up one morning by amirah, who wanted to show off her artwork. my sis was so surprised she sent me all the drawings by mms. i was surprised too, and immediately thought my sis must've been holding her daughter's hand or sth cuz no way she could have drawn all that by herself, she's only 3! just turned 3 in fact, 2 weeks ago.
apparently amirah drew everything herself freehand!
oh, i'm so proud.

a silent outburst

the dreaded day came.
results were out friday.
only 2 people from my university passed.
i wasnt one of them.

i was nervous the whole night before that friday.
i was praying hard that i pass this time.
please dont let me fail again.
i dont know if i can handle another failure.

i thought i could pass you know.
i felt the difference this time around. the exam was still difficult, i didnt think i did too well on the 2nd day, but coming out of the exam hall on the 3rd (last) day, i actually felt a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe this time i can pass.
so when they told me i failed, this time i was shocked.
then disappointed.
and sad.
and i felt really stupid.
how could i have even thought i could pass?
i bawled like a big stupid baby driving home from work.

of course, i hate crying in front of people, so when i reached home, i still didnt feel like talking to anybody, went up to my room, locked the door, cried some more, cried in the shower, cried while praying, and then cried some more. a few people actually called me during this time (to ask me about different things, unrelated to the results), and i was surprised i could answer all the calls without a choke or croak in my voice (i probably sounded nasal, but that's how i sound normally anyway i think).

anyway, so i was initially planning to just sulk in my room the whole night but after about 2 hrs of crying, i got bored and actually felt dehydrated! so i decided to go out with a bunch of people for dinner. these are people i dont normally hangout with, and i'm not sure if they knew about my results, and lucky me, my eyes dont puff up even after all that intense crying, and so there was nothing physically evident outside that could tell them that inside, i was actually in a pretty devastated state. but i was glad i went out with them.. they were such a fun bunch, and i had such a good time that i actually forgot about the damn exam results.
by the time i got home, my housemates were in, probably all concerned about me, and because i was feeling much better, i was finally able to talk to them openly about how i felt..at least without anymore tears.

however the next morning when i wokeup, all the sadness and disappointment came back to haunt me, and the fact that i was oncall didnt help at all. all i could do was cry a little bit more, and pray that my call would be okay (thank God it was). in a way it was good that i had to work, cuz i could somehow distract my mind and thoughts to the sick babies i had to care for.

this morning post-call, i went for a facial, slept through the rest of the afternoon, still cried a bit, but just a bit ;) but am a lot better.
the past is done.
i need to work on the future.
i wanna figure out what my next steps should be.
this is my 6th time overall of sitting for these stupidsh*t exams!
that's more than enough to make me feel like a stupid sh*t!
right after i got the results, (i was in clinic, so i didnt want to talk to anyone about it face-to-face, afraid that my pipeworks will burst out in public and humiliate me to death!) i texted a friend who's also been unlucky in the exams department like me, and he simply said "this is it for me. i'm done with this. i'm leaving."
no doubt i'm feeling the same too. i wanna up and leave too.
but where would i go?
what's my excuse?
what are my plans?
i dont have kids to look after. i dont have a hubby that i need to worry about.
i have a turtle, but he's super low-maintenance ;)
i love my work actually (though i dont normally admit it).
i just hate these exams.
so maybe i'm not cutout to become a specialist, so what?
i'd end up a chronic m.o., or i could just leave the govt sector and be a doctor elsewhere. do locum. enjoy an exam-free life.
people would talk about me, make judgements, but i dont really care.
(anyway, digressing a bit here..i've heard of people who go to great lengths to hide the true facts about their results...sheesh..all that trouble just because you fear people looking down at you?
i came across this saying the other day in a book i'm reading "if you go through life wanting everyone to love you and no one hating you, you'll never have a happy life".
so there.)
back to me-the only other things is..i've been working with kids for like 6 years now (!)..so i dont think i can "do" adult medicine anymore. not without re-learning everything again.
and i hate these stupidsh*t exams that make me feel like a stupidsh*t. i already mentioned that.
so should i just stay on as chronic m.o. in paeds? i already mentioned that too.
will they let me?
is that what i want?
sigh.

as you can see, i still cant decide what to do next..

orang minyak

i was talking to a friend today, about being in the "honeymoon period" right now.. you know, that period after the exam's over and all you can do is just wait for the results to come out.. lucky her she's got about a month before her results are ready, while i only have a week..
one week only..
i wish the week never ends..
i wish friday never comes..
sigh.
but it's coming..yea. i know.

anyway, i wont dwell on that. we were actually talking about this "honeymoon period" right now being the best time to just do nothing but watch as much tv as we want to, but there are hardly any good shows on! why was it that just a week ago..when we had to study like mad everyday, and every second counts, and watching a whole show on tv made us feel really guilty, but all the shows on tv then seemed really good?

like tonight for instance, right at this moment, i'm actually watching this movie-orang minyak-cuz there's nothing else on that are interesting!
the movie was made quite recent..not the p.ramlee version..that one is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better i tell ya!
i would categorize this as a z-movie..not a b, or a c...but a z. it's that bad, but there's something about it that made me keep on watching, instead of just turning it off (like i said, no use flipping the channels anymore cuz i cant find anything else that's interesting, and i do have a few dvds i can watch instead but i'm too lazy to get them from the room upstairs..hee).
it's like this sci-fi/horror movie with these stiff actors whose voices dont synchronize with their lip movements most of the time (poor audio editing), and low quality cgi and special effects, unfunny lines (where it was supposed to be funny), etc.
i'm not sure if the movie makers were actually trying to make this a z-movie on purpose .. but if they were, then i would have to give them credits for it...they actually did it well!
(btw, in case you dont know, there are such things as z-movies ok, i didnt make it up).

oh..and this is funny.. i googled the movie. to find who the producers/directors/actors are. one site translated the title to english.. check this..
orang minyak is --> OILY MAN !!
hahahahahahhaa
oh..the tears..

bintulu break and a birthday-to-you

went to bintulu to spend a couple of days with my sister's kids.
it was good fun. i miss them already now.
i babysat them while the parents went off to see the new bond movie.
today the daycare/kindy that they both go to had a prize-giving ceremony, and so they had the kids all dressed up and singing and dancing. they're all so cute!
it's also amirah's 3rd birthday today, so my sis brought a cake to the event. it's funny too the way amirah uses the term "birthday-to-you" instead of just birthday.
e.g. "esok yah punye birthday-to-you.. bila cikyang (that's me) punye birthday-to-you?"
and then, to my mom when she called her: "makpah (that's my mom) punye birthday-to-you dah lepas ye? hari ni yah punye birthday-to-you.."
hehe..so cute.
as for aliff,well, he doesnt really care, as long as there's enough satay and cake for him ;)

i can breathe again..for now

pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeww!
the exam's over.
it's done.
done.

i have a week till i know how i actually did.
sigh.
whatever.
what's done is done.

gonna fly off to bintulu tomorrow to be all goofy and silly with the kiddos.