Christmas

Some friends' and my Christmas dinner! Snuggled in Kiet's room and enjoying this famous Malaysian delicacy while watching it snowed outside the cold dark night...

No la, nothing outside, just some singing cicak.

But, thank you Kiet for this scrumptous meal and his fried onion spread! :)

Under the knife!

Writing this post at 11.53am on 1st July 2009, so I've no idea which block we were in, but I remembered that we had a hospital attachment, and my group was lucky enough to sneak into the operation theatre, hiak hiak hiak...

Before entering the theatre. *scissors*

My group member Ling. (eh your mask tercabut la)

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We were told to wear operation cloth before entering. The surgeons wore green ones, while the helpers and *ehem* keh poh chis wore purple ones. Easily distinguished.

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"You DON'T come in and out of the theatre ok? We emphasised on absolute sterility, so only 1 of you can be inside at any 1 time." We nodded, but somehow, all of us were inside later on...!

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During the operation. There was a woman with a tumour at the right side of her cerebellum, so the surgeons needed various angle of her brain scan, like a map that shows the way into this little tumour.

Some views of the theatre. All the equipments were so damn expensive that their total cost might exceed the cost of a Perodua Kancil. The cost is equivalent, not the quality :)

The operation started at 11 something in the morning, after they properly anaesthetised and secured the patient. It was a pretty major and invasive operation- they had to first shave off half of the patient's hair, mark and cut open the affected scalp area, and expose the part of the skull. Since cerebellum is under the skull, they had to drill a hole to access to the tumour.

There was 2 types of surgery drills: big and small. The big one was for rough drill, while the small drills delicately around the intended area to get to the tumour.

So they were like grabbed the drill and "weeeeee~~~" drilled into the skull while the debris of the bone were flying everywhere like snowflakes!

One thing I had respect for the surgeons was they carried out the operation for 6 hours without stopping. By the time he said: "You guys may leave now. Leave! Before I change my mind!", it was already 4 something in the afternoon, and they had just finished clearing up the tumour.

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Being a surgeon is my dream, but maybe not brain surgeon... made me thought of form 3 Kemahiran Hidup class, haha.

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Why there isn't a movie theatre in Kelantan?!

Damn I like this place

Went to Tanjong Sepat with family. Was a fishing village in Selangor. Did not expect much but turned out that it is a pleasant place. By the time we reached there, it was already 3 p.m., so we went to Haw Yew Heng dumpling shop.

Looking for a place to sit down, chat and relax? Here.

Then went to a house that made and sold fish cakes and fish balls. Pretty typical like in other fishing village, think there are houses like this in Morib, if not wrong.

Later went to a so- called Couples’ Bridge (情人桥), which was actually a shaky log bridge at the site where fishing boats anchored. Man it was relaxing, haha.

情人桥.


Mangroves.

Fishing boats.

Look at the size of these fish… They should be swimming in the sea la, sigh.

Like this place a lot. Felt very inhabitable and comfortable. Geez sounds like a retiring old fart, haha.

Counting down for the next holiday already, haha.

WILL.I.AM. is Moto Moto!

Went to The Curve with Shyan and Mohan. Watched this.

Not bad gar... I mean very entertaining! Haha. Performs best on high stress people. One and half hour of laughter for RM 6, worth it. By the way, WILL.I.AM. is Moto Moto, the buffy hippo. No wonder it sounded so familiar.

After that since Shyan said he wants to buy some clothes, we walked around the mall.

Christmas is around the corner. Did they use this last year?

A forlorn christmas tree. If not because of the celebration, it is just another abandoned fake tree.

Quite a store. Found that shops in The Curve are a little unorganised, like shattered here and there. For forgetful people like me, the moment I stepped out of one shop, I would forget which shop I have stepped into before this, since most of the shops are not situated side to side, so you have to actually go and look for those shops.

Then we crossed the road and went to Ikano Power Centre.

Cold Storage. See the sign? I see this 20 minutes ago, haha.

Shyan just laughed uncontrollably when he sees this name, so I just entertain him by thinking that this is very funny, too.

Then we went to IKEA, which is situated just beside Ikano. When Shyan heard that I have never been there before, he was like: "What?! Out la you!"

2 mad people from nowhere. I do not know them. Haha.

Feel something out of this huge poster? I do. Always wish to pour some love to my younger sister, which does not exist.

Never know that there is such a nice cosy pet shop in KL. The Pet Safari.

The entrance.

Somehow I just do not understand why would somebody buy some snakes and rear it. I would kill them if I see them on the street.

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Somebody said he wants to buy clothes, in the end myself bought 1. But the best thing is, I finally bought this:

My very own Stephen King novel! Previously I used to steal my brother's, now finally wholly own by me! Hehe so happy :)

Hmm, what's next? Bolt?