The Climb

I've been listening for "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus almost every day during my Master's degree. It became a pill that I have to take every morning to get me through the toughest time of my Master's journey.

So, when friends keep telling me about Broga Hill, I knew that I just had to reach the top one day.

That morning of Deepavali, I invited my two brothers to come along since they were such big fans of all these outdoor activities. Our mission was to see the sunrise.

It was really dark and slippery that morning, I couldn't see a thing. I slipped off a few times and for the first three times, my two brothers would stop and helped me out and said, "Kak, ok tak ni?" First three times je, then they were nowhere to be found.

I missed the sunrise eventually, was dead slow. As I got about three quarter to reach top of the hill, I called my brother and they were already on top boasting about how beautiful the sunrise was. Benci!

I decided to give up. I was tired. I smelled disgusting. I felt like throwing up. I couldn't imagine I survived to go down the hill, what more to climb even higher. But Love psychoed me with his annoying inspiring words of motivation and threatened motivated me that he too wouldn't climb up the hill if I wouldn't. So, I feel obliged motivated to continue the journey.



And, I was glad I did. Because as it gets steeper, it gets closer. Sort of like my Master, and now PhD, I've to overcome the resistant.

If Allah gets me to it, He'll surely get me through it. Insya Allah. :)




P/S: Sayang, you're an inspiration ♥

Flights to Bandung has been resumed

Alhamdulillah, 2 more days to go and..


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X-ray

Just got back from having my X-Ray done in Daya X-Ray in Jalan Raja Laut.

First attempt..
The radiologist: "Your image is too blur, .... (add some medical term i never heard of in my life), I need to take your x-ray again".
Me: "What probably cause it? Did i move?"
The radiologist: "No, probably because your face is too small"

Second attempt, pray hard..
The radiologist: "Still a bit too blur. I have to make a phone call." (On the phone for about 5 minutes, talking something about the machine had some problem. Hang up and said to me..) "Let's do another one."
Me: "Another one? That is not acceptable ke? You know how many cells you've killed in my body today, kan?" (Almost crying, I'm such a paranoid, ok)
The radiologist: "Sorry mam, but we have to do it one more time, I'm going to increase the exposure."

Third attempt, pray really really hard..
The radiologist: "Still blur. I don't know why. Let me check with the doctor."

At this point, I cried a bit. I have a very VERY wild imagination. Those who really know me can understand this. My imagination is so wild, that I could imagine how orange my tummy looked like after eating Super Ring.

Then, I heard the doctor shouted at the radiologist something like this..

Doctor: "What's the point of me sitting here, you should see me before you take another x-ray, machine got problem. Off the machine, on and try again."

Then the radiologist came to see me.

The radiologist: "We need to take another x-ray. Off and on the machine. We have some problem with the machine."

That was when I've had enough.

Me: So, if you off the machine and on again, can you assure me that the x-ray is working?
The radiologist: No. But we won't charge you anything for the previous x-rays.
Me: It's not about the money, mam. It's about my health. My cells. You are the radiologist. You should know the danger of having too much exposure, right?
The radiologist: Yes, but you are going to wear the plumbum gown. What is your concern, mam? Are you pregnant?
Me: It doesn't matter whether i'm pregnant or not! I just don't want to be your lab rat, okay! Seriously, you should x-ray one of your stuff, and if the machine is ok, then I'd consider doing another x-ray. (At this point, I started to raise my voice.)
The radiologist: Hold on mam, I'll try it one my staff first.

Love and I waited outside for a while. Then, the receptionist called us. And asked for a payment, and gave us the x-ray. Just like that. Love asked for justification.

Love: Just now the staff said we have to try another time. How come now you said ok?
The receptionist: I'm not sure. But you have to pay RM60. (Rude!)
Love: The situation is like this.. (explained about the situation and again asked how come we suddenly have to pay if just now everything was not ok)
The receptionist: I don't know. It's not my problem. Maybe your wife moved the first time. So have to take another two times. You have to pay RM60, thank you. (Very rude!)
Me: How could you say I moved when you know nothing about the situation? We are not paying. We would like to see the doctor. Thank you.

In the doctor's room..
Me: Hello doctor. I would like to have an explanation as of why the radiologist took my x-ray three times and about to take it for the fourth times, and suddenly now you're giving me that x-ray?
Doctor: She told me she took it two times only. I'm so sorry. Let me call the radiologist.

So the radiologist lied. The doctor is a very nice person, apologized. Truth is, the second x-ray is already sufficient. But it's true that the machine has problem. And that I don't have to do the third x-ray actually, if the radiologist would just show the doctor the result earlier. But I'm ok with it. Let bygones be bygones. Though it would be really nice to kill the cells of the radiologist as much as she killed mine.

Then we went to the counter and I paid and told the receptionist, "It was the machine's problem. Next time, you really have to learn manners and don't just assume something. I'm your customer. If you want to stay here working, you better learn PR"

She replied with something very rudely, and asked us to leave, even dare tell us to tell her manager if we are not satisfied. Can you beleive it?

That was when Love stepped in, and things get even worse.

Me? I just took her name and ID number and leave. She told me to tell her manager if we are not satisfied, didn't she? That pretty much solved everything.

Nobody talked to me in that manners. Nobody talked to my husband in that manners.

I told my friend about it, she asked me, "Why this kind of things always happen to you?"

I paused and think. I think it's because I'm able to deal with it. Because I don't just shut up and let people do whatever they wanted to do to me. I fight, for my right. And my husband fights even more for my right. And it's freaking annoying where we complained about it the whole journey back from Jalan Raja Laut to Ampang. But it didn't ruin our morning. Back to Ampang, we had a major laugh about it over breakfast, and it's one of the moment I will forever treasure..

My husband fights for my right :)

i-City

Love made a spontaneous plan to i-City after BIL's engagement, reached there around 12 midnight. Since we are driving, the entry cost us RM10.

It was such a cooling, windy and romantic night. A romantic ambience, with the lights and the love songs and the small kids running around. Hehe.. Okay, such romantic ambience, but stop all the high expectations, Love and I think it's more of a family place rather than.. well.. a place for couples who are yet to have a courage to have kids like us. ;p


It's a place where you can bring your kids, take some pictures, buy them a laser pointer or that fancy headband with the lights on top. Then, they can bring them to school and boast around to their friends. You'll make them think like you are the coolest parents for a week, man!

Haha.. We're all a kid once. ;p


BUT, it is still a very romantic place to walk hand-in-hand with your better half.. a different kind of date. I don't know if people my age (what is 'people my age' even mean, i sound like my grandmother) do this anymore, but you know, the only constant in life is change. So if you ever get tired of the same movie-dinner date, you always have i-city, 24/7 a day, 7 days a week :)

P/S: I just discovered Photoscape, hence the pictures.

BIL's engagement

It was brother in law's engagement last Saturday!!

It was the grandest engagement i've attended so far, everything was so beautiful!

The dais..


The bride..



The hantaran..









Us..

:)

The cake we sponsored for Abang's hantaran..



Everything was beautiful and exciting on Saturday.

But came Sunday, we had to say goodbye to mum-in-law. She would be going back to Korea for 3 months plus tonight.

See, I've been clinging up to my parents since like forever. I couldn't really survived being far away from home, I barely survived even when I stayed in hostel during my uni years (which btw half an hour drive from their house je, poyo). And as far as I remember, they never left us more than 3 days.

So, MIL's 3-months-trip to Korea pretty saddened me, more than I thought I would. We couldn't even send her to the airport since Love is currently in JB for three days, that makes it lagi sedih..

I pray everything goes well with you, Omma.

And to Kak Izrin, I'm so excited to welcome you to this family. Blending in with this Malaysian-Korean culture might be a bit of struggle in the beginning, but once you're in married, you can see the magic of marriage, whereby it is so easy to love :)

To a soulmate :)

I miss the times I was about to go to sleep, you called and said "jom pegi minum, pick you in 5".

I miss the times when we were in your car, you had those weirdest soundtracks on with the weirdest song of all time, full blast, you couldn't even listen to me complaining.

I miss the times we sat outside my house and just talked about the weirdest things as if it was not even weird to begin with.

I miss the times when I was down, you always ALWAYS came up with something to make me feel that everthing is going to be okay, though I know you were not even sure about it.

I miss the times when life got complicated and you worried that you bothered me with your problems where in fact you just indirectly helped me understand love.

...

..

.

.I sounded gay.

Not that i feel the distance since he's a faithful friend of all time, calling me as if Aussie is next door, but, at this exact moment, i miss him a lot.

Probably because he's the only one that makes sense when i talk nonsense and thus, keeps me sane. Now, i don't even make sense, do i?

Whatever, I miss you and your ass is calling me. Again. You better not make fun of this, thank you.

P/S: I miss JustThai

My beloved

If there is one thing being a lecturer had taught me, it is called 'patience'.

I was not born with it, try imagine. I lost my patience even when a salesgirl didn't even smile at my simple thank you.

Just yesterday, I made some scene in a clinic where the nurses asked us to wait for "20 minutes, doctor on the way", and i waited for one and a half hour. When Love started shivering waiting for the doctor and nobody came to clarify to us as of why the doctor was not there yet and when asked, the very rude nurse answered me, "we called, but the doctor said he had some banking matters, we couldn't stop him right?", she messed up with the wrong person. I left with the nurse ended up almost crying. Klinik Mesra, what?

Anyways, I've been through the stages of rebellious teenagers just well.. rebel. And I've been through the stage where I expected too much from them and ended up devastated. I've been through a stage where I got so mad that I shouted at them and ended up crying after class. It was so not nice to shout at your students, please don't do that. Been through a stage where I just be nice the whole semester without shouting at all and found that they just went over the limit.

Truth is, the blame is all on me. Haven't yet find the right formula.

But then one day, I kind of had a crush with 40+ years old Love's uncle (okay, crush is such a nonsense word, but he made me blush all the time, so you pretty much get what i mean) because he always opened the car door for me and held my hand in such romantic and definitely not pervert way and asked me about my day, about.. you know all the kind of things a girl wanted to be asked. And she treated me like the way all girls wanted to be treated.. like a lady.

My father in law once asked us, "How could us (older people) communicate with you youngsters in way you could listen to us?" My FIL is about the same age as my grandmother btw, so you see the age difference.

Love answered, "I don't know, just stop talking to us in your historic way!"

We laughed at his answers.

But then, that was the beginning of it. Of me treating my students like adults.

And they seemed happy. I received many thank you emails by the end of the semester. Evaluation showed improvements. i was happy.

Notice the word was..

because I just marked their final paper. And i got confused.

God, have i even taught them anything this semester?