Friday, July 28, 2006

The Frog Speaks Again: Part II


Despite still being in my holiday mood, it has now been 6 days since I came back from my fantastic vacation in Spain. Not like some people I know, I’m not intending to write a book or to post countless entries about my vacation, hehehe… no offence Kuds! What I can summarise here is that I had a fantastic trip to Spain, covering 5 interesting cities (Madrid, Barcelona, Andalusia: Seville, Cordoba, Granada) in a short time but enough for me to enjoy Spanish culture and music, eat fantastic Spanish cuisine, spend time with my good friend in Madrid, not to mention that he’s a fantastic host too, and last but not least, I had a fantastic travel mate all the way till the very last day.

13th – 15th July 2006

Arrived on Thursday at the airport, picked up by Anuar who purposely hide behind this wall and made me searched for him like a crazy, ‘jakun’ tourist. Went back to his apartment in a taxi which pretty much looked like the Penang ‘teksi sapu’ heehe… Other than the extremely boiling temperature, Madrid is a really busy city with skyscrapers and countless people. Inhaling dusty air with a quenching thirst is not really a good combination. I felt like a roasted duck walking in town. Despite all those things, my fantastic host managed to put a blind on us and showed the better sides of Madrid.

We had a fantastic time walking around the plazas (Spain has countless plazas - an open area, surrounded by a square building which are apartments, cafes and restaurants), made a mess of our hands and faces with gelatos, walked around the gardens, listened to live music and the crowd from his balcony and of course, I had a wonderful dinner cooked by him. I have to admit, for someone who actually cooked for someone else for the first time (according to him), he actually impressed me. I would love to have another taste of his carbonara. Oh, and I loveeee the gazpacho.

Kudo landed in Madrid the day after. This time, we both picked him up. He just have this ‘thing’ that makes people just can’t stop picking on him. It was funny but fun to finally have him around. He dressed up like a total tourist with his big camera around his neck and his newly bought Berghaus Backpack. Hehhe.. We spent the next 2 days exploring the city, doing some shopping (rebajas/sale everywhere ok!!), ate tapas, ate more tapas and night time was spent at this kedai mamak ‘Chocolateria’ where apparently the best churros was served (according to the Lonely Planet and our Madrid old-timer).

We flew to Barcelona on Saturday night. Anuar was supposed to join us but he had to cancel the plan due to some commitment at work. The time spent in Madrid was short but we spent most of the time hanging out and eating tapas and more tapas.
Kudo will give you a more comprehensive elaboration on the places that we visited and dined. You can also take a peek on the pictures that I managed to take when I was there.
The Frog Speaks Again : Part I


I know my close friends have been ringing me asking me how my Spain trip was. One word: BRILLIANT!!

But! Before I ramble on, shall I write to you about my extremely distressing experience on the motorway today? Ok. Well, since Thursday, I’ve been driving to and fro to Middlesborough for my Foundation Shadowing. (I know!! Time seems to fly so fast. It seems like yesterday I’ve just started working in Sunderland and now, I’m actually moving to Middlesborough to continue my foundation years). Anyways, it takes about 40 minutes to get to James Cook Hospital from Sunderland. By saying that, I have to yet travel another 20 minutes to Northallerton, which is a small town in North Yorkshire, where I’ll be doing 4 months of my 1-year rotations over there. The remaining 8 months will then be spent in James Cook.

The road to Middlesborough isn’t bad at all since most of the time I’ll be driving on the motorway BUT, the journey to Friarage Hospital in Northallerton is… how shall I say it… hmmph.. challenging? With narrow winding roads, farms on both sides of the road, with sheeps, cows, horses(?chicken, I swear I saw 2 of them crossing the road!). Not to mention driving at a speed of 20mph when you have a huge tractor in front of you and you can’t really overtake it coz the road is too narrow. And I had to spend extra 20 minutes on my way there coz I had to follow this big lorry with 2 horses’ heads sticking out from the carriage, staring boringly at my red, impatience face.
Sabar je lah!

To cut my not-so-long story short, I managed to sort things out pretty quickly on the ward (oh, I’ll be starting with Respiratory medicine, yeay!) and head back ASAP to Sunderland. Well, while I was driving on A684, 55mph (yeah, the same road with the chicken crossing), I was actually enjoying the view (funny enough), listening to Jason Mraz’s Life is Wonderful song on my ipod, despite my car being nothing but a moving fully-heated oven, suddenly there was this loud explosion and my car swayed to the left and hit the curb. Then I could hear this ‘gedek, gedek, gedek’ sound and I couldn’t actually control my steering. SO, I pulled over, in the middle of the sahara, and as I suspected, I punctured my left-front tyre!! Damn it!! Must be the broken glass, nail, God knows but I have a flat tyre!! Luckily I wasn’t driving fast and managed to still manoeuvre my steering.

What did I do? I went back into my car. Sat there for 5 minutes, trying to take in everything… This can’t be happening. My first ever road accident. I’m alone, in the middle of nowhere. No one was around, just the cows and the horses. (Where’s the chicken? NVM). After 5 minutes of hypoventilating myself, I called my Sheila’s Wheels breakdown cover. I swear I could hear the Sheila’s Wheels song on the background and I could see the 3 ladies in pink dancing in the pink car! (You know, that annoying advert).

Anyways, help arrived after 1/2hr and I actually had to drive to Northallerton to get a proper tyre fitted by the garage. Unfortunately, my alloy wheel was pretty badly damaged from the collision and the garage couldn’t fit a new tyre on it. So I had to drive to the nearest Toyota dealer shop and they didn’t have that model in stock until tomorrow. I need to get to Sunderland so I actually drove back to Sunderland with that Space-saver tyre (is that what u call it?) on the motorway, driving at average 50mph. That is actually pretty slow on a motorway. Despite staying on the left lane, I did occasionally get voices and honks coming from other drivers for my slow-moving vehicle especially when the roads were narrow. Not to mention one occasion where someone gave me a middle finger after driving out from this one-lane road. And apparently there were trains of cars behind him, equally pissed off, I shall say. Not trying to blame anyone or trying to be nasty but, I CAN’T FUCKING DRIVE ANY FUCKING FASTER THAN THIS FUCKING SPEED YOU MORON!!!

Ehem.. Please ignore my French.

Well, I managed to reach Sunderland safely and feed myself with a large Burritos. I called the Durham Toyota Dealer and they are going to order one for me to pick up tomorrow morning. I then have to go to the garage to get a new tyre fit in. Well, that’s not the worst part yet. After all the hassles, I now will have to pay a bloody £190.00 for the wheel! Good Job!

To think of it from a brighter side, at least I’m safe. After all, a broken wheel can be fixed, but a life, is priceless.
That's my story.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Manchester 24th - 27th June 2006
It’s been a while since I last ranted on this blog of mine. Life has been busy but really interesting for the past few months and by this I really mean, work, and not much else. Other than being blessed with two new good friends, my life has been evolving around saving old people’s lives. Nothing fancy like in ‘E.R.’ or ‘House’ and not too crazy like in ‘Scrubs’ but more like seeing how cute old people are when they go all demented.

Like I was saying the other day to my friends, I haven’t been blogging so much lately because I have nothing else to talk about for the past few months but medicine and patients. I’d rather keep stories of my working life away from public firstly because it’s unethical, and secondly because by the time I got back from work, I’ll be lying flat on my bed (yup, together with my bleep and waking up clueless and cranky when the cardiac emergency test call goes off at 10pm every night)

So, something had come up to actually make me log into this account and type some things. Last weekend was my first ever long holiday weekend since I started working. I was off from Friday until Tuesday – yup! 5 days off work!

I have spent a wonderful weekend with some dear friends in Manchester. Oh, I think I’ve never mentioned in this blog that I’ve actually bought myself a car. Yes!! My first ever car! She’s my babe right now, a Toyota Yaris in black! Oh, Kudo and some other friends, including my colleagues at work find it amusing that I’m insured by Sheila’s Wheels. OK! Despite the annoying advert they have on the telly, I’ve got a really good deal from them ok, but Kudo has to be my second driver until I obtain my full UK licence (arrghhh, I feel like I have to be babysit by Kudo).

Anyway, I had such great fun in Manchester. Ash was suppose to join us but considering her ticket price to Manchester from Southampton could have got her a trip to Spain instead, she just had to pass. Drove to Manchester with Delirium on Saturday morning and we were greeted with a farewell BBQ party for Rahal, a friend of mine who’s going back home to Malaysia for good next week. I’m still drooling thinking of the BBQ chicken, the tender sweet lamb and the fine taste of grilled salmon. Not to mention the burgers and hot dogs from Kudo. My junk food came in handy as well (FYI – Delirium and Kudo).

It was nice to see how Syafikah had grown up really fast and how much smarter Hidayah has got as she grows older (Pssttt... I think she has a crush on Uncle Nadine. Tee hee). Both of them are really cute and I’m glad to know that they are expecting a baby brother end of this year... congrats Hanee!!

That night we were suppose to go bar-hopping at the Gay Village on Canal Street but by the time we got there, we couldn’t get hold of a few other friends who had started the night earlier and plus, Kudo apparently wasn’t appropriately dressed for the night (really??!! I’ve told you many times that YOU DON’T NEED your black hot pants and your pink tube top to enter these bars - you just wouldn’t listen to me. And it’s ok to smile back at the cute, tall GUY with platform heels and long curly dark hair that night, at least he had big boobs!!). And so, we ended up with some take-away kebab and spent the rest of the night at Fadh’s place instead.

The night was great. We had the ‘heart-to-heart’ talk amongst ourselves while Kudo had already comfortably drifted to ‘LA-LA Land’. It was until the time when we started talking about more serious things (to quote Kudo, things that could have changed the world) that we heard some funny noises from Kudo (The ‘uungghh’ sound which I belief Ash and Jim would remember – the cinema incident). Apparently he was having an episode of sleep paralysis and was trying to get some help from us. We were so worried about him and I started screaming ‘what’s happening to him!!!???’ and Fadh was about to call 911 and Nadine was about to do mouth-to-mouth and Din... where’s Din? Oh he was still on the phone with honeybunch, everything was so chaotic and everyone panicking – YEAH RIGHT! The reality was this: all of us looked at him at once, with blank faces, and burst out laughing.. hehhe hehhe… no offence, Kudo, we ‘were’ worried about you. Thank God you were ok (ha ha) – ‘tak boleh bawak majlis’.

We left Fadh’s place at 6.30 am and had a 3-hr sleep at Hanee’s place before we went for a nice sushi experience at Samsi. We stuffed ourselves with fresh raw catches from the sea and a selection of deep friend tempura and finished our meal with a sweet Japanese dessert loved by Doraemon, the doriyaki.

Monday was spent entirely with Fadh. Sometimes, you don’t know how someone can be such a great friend until you have a second chance to be with that person again. But sadly, she’s leaving soon to Malaysia, for good. We shopped around Manchester city centre, had coffee at Starbucks and ended our night with 2 movies – The Lake House and Imagine Me & You. Did I mention how awkward we felt after watching the second movie? I swear to God I didn’t know that the movie was about lesbians and Fadh was surprise that I wanted to watch it but she just went along anyway. Hahaha…. Sorry Fadh!! Nope, I’m straight!! I’m sure you are too… so, no big fuss huh???!! Heheh… And no, Nadine, no extra scenes for you.

Overall it was such a great, short weekend getaway for me. I’m so happy that Hanee got the job, she’s expecting soon and everyone was so warm and welcoming. Not to mention my beloved family at Rizkee. Thanks so much for the ‘sambal sotong’ and the mouth-watering ‘nasi goreng’. To Yani, hang in there, ya? Things will be ok if you follow your heart and at the same time control your emotions.

So, any more good weekends for me? Counting my days for my trip to Spain this July. I have got the ticket ready but I still need to sort a lot more things out. Not to mention the readings that I have to do about Spain. At least now I know that Portugal is to the west of Spain and North Africa lies down south, hehh hehehe… Hope our ‘sheep-lover’ will join us, don’t wanna have to bear Anuar’s and Kudo’s love scenes alone!!! Please…. Heheh

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Leave The Pieces

You're not sure that you love me
But you're not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain't fair
You know you just keep me hanging round
You say you don't wanna hurt me
Don't wanna see my tears
So why are you till standing here
Just watching me drown

And it's alright
Yeah, I'll be fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just, take your love and hit the road
Cause nothing you can do or say
You're gonna break my heart anyway
So just leave the pieces when you go

Now you can drag out the heartache
Baby you can make it quick
You can get it over with and let me move on
Don't concern yourself with this mess you left for me
I can clean it up you see
Just as long as you're gone


You're not making up your mind
It's killin' me
You're wasting time
I need so much more than that


Leave the pieces when you go
Leave the pieces when you go


Leave the pieces when you go

Artiste: The Wreckers
Album: Stand Still, Look Pretty

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Since You've Been Gone

Here's the thing
We started out friends
It was cool but it was all pretend
Yeah, Yeah
Since you've been gone

You dedicated,
You took the time
Wasn't long 'till I called you mine
Yeah, Yeah
Since you've been gone

And all you'd ever hear me say
Is how I picture me with you
That's all you ever hear me say

But since you've been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on
Yeah Yeah
Thanks to you
Now I get
What I want
Since you've been gone

How can I put it?
You put me on
I even fell for that stupid love song
Yeah Yeah
Since you've been gone

How come I never hear you say,
I just wanna be with you
I guess you never felt that way

But since you've been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on
Oh Yeah Yeah
Thanks to you
Now I get... I get what I want..(Since you've been gone)

You had your chance, you blew it
Out of sight, out of mind
Shut your mouth, I just can't take it
again and again and again and again!

Since you've been gone (Since you've been gone)
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on
Yeah Yeah
Thanks to you,
Now I get..
I get what I want
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on
Yeah Yeah
Thanks to you, Thanks to you
Now I get (I get)
You should know, You should know
That I get
I get what I want...

Since You've Been Gone
Since You've Been Gone
Since You've Been Gone


Artist : Kelly Clarkson
Album: Breakaway

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

The Girl Has Finally Spoken

I know it has been a looooooooooooong loooooong while since I last rambled on this blog. As usual, one month is enough to create a book about my life. I'll just cut the crap and go straight to the highlights...


1 Rabiulawal 1427 A.H (31st March 2006), Friday, 0601 hrs,

A 3.6kg handsome young boy was born in Pantai Mutiara Hospital, Penang

Ahmad Daniel Hakimi

He's my first ever nephew and as you could have guessed, he's gonna get all my attention and love now :) Can't wait for this October when I can finally hold him in my arms.. you are my dearest little angel... Ahmad Daniel Hakimi


5th April 2006, Wednesday

Working life sucks but the money is good. I mean, better than getting nothing at all. But now that the other house officer is back, things are starting to fall into place. Enjoying it. But my next rotation will be really hectic. Getting there slowly.. but surely.. :)


8th April 2006, Saturday,

Northumbria Malaysian Night 2006

setlist - mimpi yang sempurna / empty decorations / bonda / tanya sama itu hud hud / (encore) sweet child o' mine

Band Members - me, Lan, Bud, Apex (not in pic)

*copyright - kkrik.

More pics can be found at krik's fotopages

p/s: waiting for more pic from kudo (hint! hint!)


14th April 2006, Friday

I'm.... alone


The End

Friday, March 17, 2006

Somethin' To Look Forward To This Weekend..

Yep. I am going away this weekend! Meeting up with friends at the gig on Saturday. The last time I was at a Malaysian gig was few years back. Thinking back of those times when most of my close friends were around, I noticed how fast time flies. I still strongly remember the great fun we had in Newcastle and Sheffield. This time it's gonna be different with a different, new crowd. Not that I'm THAT old but I guess I miss the yesteryears when everyone was so carefree. We laughed, screamed and danced like nobody else's business. Most of them are all back in Malaysia, doing really good careerwise and some of them have already started a family. I guess being a medic really suck sometimes. 5 years in University is long enough for me to have high friends 'turnover'. I'm glad that I am now at the beginning of starting my life too. Honestly, I wanna go back to Malaysia and settle down but I guess that have to wait, at least another 3-5 years.

The first time my close friends were involved in organisisng a BOTB was in 2002, I think. However, I had to give the event a miss. Thanks to my ridiculously jealous boyfriend at that time. Don't ask me why I stayed with him for 2 and 1/2 years. It was a mistake from the very beginning anyway. But I had the opportunity to get to know those people who were in the BOTB 'coz I used to hang out a lot at the guys' place. Those were the good days.

Sheffield was the next location. We had the same bands performing. The event wasn't that big, considering the very tiny venue we had on top of the Khan's Indian restaurant, no offfence. But the crowd is enough to make the event a great night. I remember wearing the same top with Zana, again don't ask me why. I dunno where's the top now though. Zana decided to chuck it away after seeing an old fat lady wearing it on the street, hahah.. .that was so funny. And I think I decided to turn it into a 'kain buruk' after seeing how ridiculous I looked like that night in the video. I remember havin' a nice milky, soothing oreos milk shake at TGI Fridays with most of the band members the night after. The company was good. I wonder how's life treating them now back home.

We then had another gig held in Newcastle. I must say that it was the most enjoyable moment so far. We had this Bruneian friend who was a great entertainer. He just know how to capture our attention with his 'catchy' songs. We also had Dayang (ex 1st runner up of of of the the TV3 song competitions), who gave us the best performance that night. I was only the 'ticket girl' that night but I did helped out organising the gig. It was such great fun. I remember laughing at each others that night while watching the video. Oh not to mention that Sheffield sent a really rocking band that night with kudo as the lead guitarist. You should see the look on the middle-aged MSD representative that night. HEHEH... She must have sworn after not to attend such events. heheh... bless her.

The last one that I remember was the Malaysian and Cultural Event in Newcastle. It wasn't really a gig but we had a band performing as the intro to the night. That was the first time in my life that I actually performed in a band. Of course we had other traditional performances where I did take part in some of them as well.

I guess this time it's gonna be different. Although I do know some of the band members but I wish I can turn back time and feel the same feeling I felt few years ago. Afterall, it's a night to chill out and have fun!


Leaving for Warwick on Sunday morning from Sheffield for Warwick games. This might be the last time for me to see some of my good friends playing. One of them is going back to Malaysia for good and the other one for holidays. But of course the main reason for going is to support my guy :) I hope they'll win the medal this time (as always...) GAMBARRE!! (ok ok I know I'm using this word too much now)

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Just my thoughts...

Why do people keep giving promises that they never keep?

Why do people only find me when they're lonely and suddenly disappear when everything is sky-blue for them?

Is it too much to actually send a text and tell you what's going on with the promises?

F*** them. I don't want to know and I don't care anymore. You want me to appreciate you, then try to value this friendship more.


Watched '1 litre of tears' today and I think it's a brilliant Japanese mini-series. It's based on a true story about this 15-year old girl who had been diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Atrophy ( degeneration of the cerebellum and spinal nerves). Her disease is incurable and will progress later on with various debilitating complications. She slowly had problem with swallowing, speech and mobility. During her life, she wrote a diary of all her experiences living with the rapidly-progressing disease. It was named as '1 Litre of Tears' where it has been sold for millions of copies, and also where the series actually got its name.

I would recommend watching it. The subject interests me a lot since it is a disease which I might be dealing with if I decide to choose neurology as my future career path. People ask me why I choose neurology as a profession. I think it is a noble speciality, like any other profession. Since most neurological diseases tend to be chronic, I will be given the chance to know my patients even more and sometimes, for the rest of their lives. I might change my mind along the way but at the moment, I'm looking foward to this speacialty. GAMBARRE!!