Desperado's Experiment (must read!)

My face was having serious health problem that affect my overall well-being for last few months. Unusually unable to resolve with usual routine care!

My cheeks and T-zone is having pimples and acne!

You ask me why?
And I would say it's multi- factorial!

Stress, hormonal changes (oh no!), disrupted sleeping pattern, weather changes, heat within body ('yit- hei')[so chinese] and ETC. I have spent a lot on buying new skin care products. So far all turn to be failure. A better word to use would be- NOT SUITABLE~

I went to Guardian and walked around. And saw this 2 bottles in value pack. Cleanser+Toner= RM 24.88. Normally a toner itself is 30 bucks++ So it sounds like a good deal, obviously.


I shall try for some time and see the effects. Oh please, please work! *desperate* I browse thru directions to use. So it tells:
1. Wet face!
2. Pour cleanser onto hands
3. Make it a lather (bubbly)!
4. Then, rinse with water!!!!!


I added in 1 more step. Tell me I'm right ;p

STEP 3.5 GENTLY RUB ONTO YOUR FACE~~~~~~~~~~
hehehe...... XD

Happy Easter!

HaHA, I'm blogging from my hometown! I'm so happy to be home! It feels so good. So familiar with the environment, the furniture arrangements, the air, the old wooden bed, old mattress, old gates and big locks outside of garage. All these were part of my life before!

It's a short holiday. Short break. 3 days, being able to off from work, coming home to relax, do nothing and get rest! No need to think of work is a blessing. Having a break is good. Especially after working for 1 week plus. For all kids studying outstation, remember to go home and look at our old folks at home. They may not be standing there, at the doorstep giving you a big hug like westerners do when you come out of your car! But, don't you believe that, in fact, deep inside their heart, they miss having you in the family, sitting around the dining table, watching TV together.

Time has no turning back. No rewinding to last week. I always remind myself to do something for my family before everything is too late. I just hate those regrets feeling painfully grow in my heart.

Earth Hour Today and

It's end of month again. Obviously, it reminds me of payslip only. Plus a new month is coming. Plus Easter. Anniversary. And that May is near!
I am so far coping well with my works. But yet,still a lot to learn. I'm blessed, in fact. I get to learn on handling different kinds of relationships. Human relationship is an interesting issue, whether you like it or not, you have to cope and handle this.
I'm glad to have a good mentor, very approachable, kind, gentle, soft-spoken (to me!), knowledgeable... Nothing to complain. Thank God for being under her!
I kept in mind what she once said to me,
"I don't want to hear anyone complain about you!"
This pushes me to a higher extend. Motivating me to be a good generation of a mentee!

Exhausted

I have been working for so long and it's tiring.
And this blog is abandoned. I feel so bad and yet helpless to do anything.

4-digits

Haha. Ain't those gamblers' fav.

But my payslip. Hahaha. I'm working. I can't stop declaring/ announcing this. Out of madness and out of sadness.

Being 22 and getting a good pay with a Diploma. What's more I can say. It's super-duper professional. Not those works that anyone think he can do and just do it right. Forget about those stereotypes, people. It's not about changing diapers and washing backside.

Sad. Or not so sad. Just a sigh. All those (Ok, mostly) good old friends from KH are going to come out with a Degree and some Master. That's all- my sadness/sigh.

But.

Who knows how much I can get paid by that time? And how far I have gone beyond!

So often we heard about graduates are not working in the field they study for so much money, go twinning and internship. Something like (you know who!) a mass-comm-er working in marketing. Good if you get a fat wages. Bad if you hate the company, the boss, the colleagues, the job and worse still, you hate yourself.

I am happy to see myself earning this righteous pay. I can just grab the expensive dish on the belt for my dad. I'm saving and planning for my glorious, summer Aussie trip to Melvin's wedding!! Weeee~ Gift, air tickets, shopping, fun, fooooood....and maybe transit to drop by at Mul's place in S'pore for a day or two =D

It's good to be financially independent though! Praise God \(^o^ )/

Happy Feb~

Feb is the best month besides May. February for 2010 it has Chinese New Year plus Valentine's Day. What so good about Feb is because I get my first wage soon. It has 28 days only. So gooooood~

Phewwwww~ It has been so long. I was too lazy to write on my blog. How can I expect the Nuffnang statistics thingy be raising up like that. No way. So today I feel so guilty and I decided to give some time and write something while doing mask.

I am officially working now. Officially working adult getting paid. Working is bad. Means you are very accountable to your actions, behaviours and attitude, words. To all those friends who are studying, enjoy your college life while learning up social survival skills, no matter you are a socialist or not, like it or not, man works with man. Always confront and resolve problems. Problems tend to come if you choose to avoid and escape. This follows the whole life until you choose to be a problem- resolver! *chiang- chiang- chiang*My friend, Mandy came back from Taiwan yesterday. Apparently, she shopped a lot. In fact, could be a bit out of control. The shopping impulse got too bad and nothing seems to be able to tame it. So here's what I get. Roughly 1/3 of her total. I asked for it. I needed masks so much because I've abandoned my face care for too long and now started working, with stress, with night shift after CNY holiday, ohnonono... I know I must take good care of this face. Signs of aging might be on the way. I must at least DO SOMETHING. For example, set up some barriers. Around 80 pieces of masks here, including eye masks, a Majorlica Majorca Mascara, and a lacey pink briefs + lil dolly as souvenir. Most of the masks are from MY BEAUTIFUL DIARY. Leading brand now in Taiwan. After conversion, the unit price is scarily unbelievable. And there're more series for you to choose. In Malaysia, you get red wine, white pearl, aloe vera like that, from Taiwan, at least 6 series. All in Chinese translation, sorry, I don't know what that main ingredients are. The big box at the most right- 32 pieces of mask inside as promotion items. Such a nice BOX/ BUNDLE of masks, it costs less than 100 bucks. I mean, in Ringgit Malaysia.

What I want to do now- work, savings, trip- a shoppping trip =D

Transition

Ok, I have a lot to do later. So, this must be a quick one. I have to think fast on what to write and type fast. So, I'm always a multitasker. I don't like to do this. But, no choice.

Ok, it's 2010 and I completed my 3- year Diploma in Nursing. (k, waiting for result still.) But yet I'm in the adult working world already. I mean we all are expected to pass the registration exam and got to go thru all work orientation, organizational orientation and so on.

Now, good news is I'm posted to a specialized unit. Not going to tell it here. But you can ask me personally. Hehehe... I have to learn a lot in order to function at my best possible ways. Specialized area, you see. Teehee.

Many people would see it as a stress. But I have mixed feeling when my posting was announced. I was pretty shocked and hmmm.... telling myself, "OK, not bad..." I do have some stress. It's very different from other places. But you see, stress makes room for new learning opportunities. I really hope that I can pick up quickly and love my job truly, sincerely and happily!

Started working at the age of 22 is rare among old peer friends with good wages, doing professional things. And the best thing is, I do not need to go through the phase of sending resume, going for interviews and fear of new environment. I have been with this organization for last 3 years and proud of the upbringing somehow. Though sometimes I met unavoidable ups and downs in life.



I LOVE MY CAREER! :)

It's the end of the year

... when everyone usually talk about Christmas shopping, how much is the bonus, YES a.k.a year end sales and holiday.

But not the same for me, this time.

It's almost time to move out of hostel where everything is free. Okay, not really everything, but most important one- FOC water and electric. When everyone is ready and excited to move out, I'm still, haven't settle down with my future shelter. I have not secure a place to stay in this island. I went to see house after house, searching high and low but to no avail. However, I found a good place nearby last few day. You cannot complain too much although it is just empty house, old building and not as big as own house in hometown because what I desperately need now is a place to stay for my future 1 year (at the moment). What I need is settle those hustle and bustle of moving house so that I can have more time to prepare myself mentally, emotionally and physically for one last paper. The Registration Exam which I want to go all out to score distinction- once and for all.

You see, staying in hostel for solid 3 years in a big room. Because there's big wardrobe with many compartments, that's why my baggies, clothes that I wear often and clothes that hidding underneath and forgotten about their existence, my shoes, my booooooooks and notessss for solid 6 semesters, my accessories (that all girls would have, all, I assume!) need time to move out, shift from one nest to another nest. Like what sweetie said, I'm just renting a house, so I don't need good wardrobe and shoes cupboard. He is a pro in living outside in big city. I have seen his nest in KL. So, I heed his advise. I minimise my requirements and lower living standards. I will just buy mattress, so- called space (zipped- up) canvas wardrobe, study table from TESCO store, simple chair and semi- auto washing machine (this is most needed after handwash for 4 years! I'm sick of it.) If one is not enough, I will buy 2 wardrobes then. And also, some 3- tiered cupboards- anyway I have 1 now and I am going to trade with a friend for another one with a foldable picnic chair. Barter system is applicable now. What do you want? And, what can you give me?

I'm glad that my family will support me and help me in many ways. This includes father comes and check over the circuits, setup extra switch point while mom would definitely cleans the house for me 'cause she would not be peaceful in mind if she let me do cleaning myself. Mom is always mom XD

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Very soon, I will be alone in hostel since my roommate is moving out, back to home by next week. I appreciate her tolerance and quietness of her a lot. We have been living peacefully under 1 fan for 3 years. We never quarrel over a single issue but make allowances for own life. Where to get? Moreover, she has been my motivation for all the exams so far. If it were not her diligence and persistancy in revision, I would not follow the same (I know not really totally the same, I am lazier) and I would not be more persistent in burning midnight oil while she is sleeping soundly in her dreams since hours ago. She has her points that I should learn from for sure. She has good discipline which I failed to nurture it in my life. Losing to her, somehow ignite the fire inside to study harder and achieve better, higher although many a time, it pains me.

Back to my June trip

Finally I can continue to upload those Sarawak trip photos for day x ( oops, i lost count!) only. Not even half of album I can manage to put them all here to show off. I may need to drink many many Starbucks ice blended to get them done 'cause my broadband is never that speedy. If you are interested, you are welcomed to send me Starbucks vouchers or cash to pay my bill :) Directly handover without the need of Pos Laju.

Remember my last post? Forget? Search for it from Archive. I have no idea how to link it here. *hats down, bow, pardon me*

Ok ok, continue from this big big cute baby! We fed him/ her ( After a packed semester, I have forgotten much details of the great trip.)

After a short journey in a school van,owned my Ms. Baoz's dad, we arrived in a nice house of her grandma. With all those antique, dark brown wooden recliner chair (no sofa), we continue to snap all over...We were welcomed by the host. And it's their local culture to be so full of hospitality. They cook Chicken soup mee suah for us. Literally, we had this in every new home we visited. Culture says it all!And you have to match the chicken soup with home-made wine made of herbs stuff. The aroma permeated the whole dining hall and we loved that sense. It satisfied our olfactory sensation!We added in so much that we get drunk~ see?This is definitely worth introducing? What do you call this? Muachi right? the one that you see some oldies having big bucket behind their motorbikes, dig up an amount of whitish, sticky glutinous dough, chop chop chop into small pieces and mix with a lot of peanuts chunks. Some add fried onion on top for good smell. That one, right?


Let me tell you, it's Tang Yuan (glutinous rice balls)- Sarawakian's version. Or should I say east Malaysian version of glutinous rice balls that we, westerners of Malaysia eat with sweet ginger soup or even soy milk!Do I look fat already, no?In the centre is Ms. Baoz. Who is a girl, a good girl, good friend. And you would agree with me to always relate her with righteousness and fairness and firm persistence. In addition, I love how those friends' houses were decorated with lot of family photos. It's like photo gallery and makes the house absense of boring and plain-ness. :)Physical workout to burn the extra layer of fat on belly! Or to promote gastric emptying. No more sitting. But to walk around in the Sungai Rajang (Rajang River) park. We wanted our ingested food to descend faster than ever so that we don't feel bloated anymore! (I hate that short leg- look of mine because of the funny pants- so I thrown to my youngest sis as secondhand lately)Remember the name of looooooooongest river in Malaysia that we studied in our Geography class last time? Sungai Rajang is the name. Because it has been so long, I've forgotten the length. I can only vividly recall the pitch darkness.



THE NEXT DAY~

this is what happen when you never post your trip within the period your memory allows.Eating breakfast before heading for new destinations!Yeah~ Going out in white! On the street. Not that bad. Because it is in town (in pekan- Kedah local language, in pasar- in Sarawak local language), so you see shophouses.This was in a shoplot on 2nd floor. Think Kedah Supermarket in Alor Star, think Penang Street, think Chee Cheong Kai (PJ street in KL?). I was amazed because I was shocked to see imitation of LV bags and I wonder have they seen or know what is LV. And imitations, as usual are always not cheap!Having breakfast (again!) at the corridor. 2 tables of us. I was stuffed by the glutinous dumpling- Bak Chang.This is some unique dish in Sarawak that I often heard my friends would miss eating. It's 鼎边糊 (Ding Bian Hu). It's some flourish noodles in irregular shape and length, cloudy chicken soup, black fungus and fish balls. Not bad. Quite healthy one. I think I will not need to share a bowl with 2 others if I never take bak chang!Us and the state flag!Souvenirs shop- where we buy cute things for our friends and family back home. Our driver of the day- friend's bf, driving a van. There's only a row of seats behind. The rest of us sit freely on the floor and shake till we drop~ Out of the window, that's their morning market. The largest one in Sibu. It was still very packed even though it was almost 10 plus.

Till here my post. Hope you would pay a visit across the South China Sea 1 day :)

Psychological Medicine Unit

It's my first specialised unit posting after finished all those hectic+ crazy examssss. For the next 6 weeks, I'll be visiting/ posted to specialised unit with my group members. First run for my group is this- what people call Psychiatric ward. You can say it's mini size of Tanjung Rambutan (you know, TR is in Ipoh and it's a mental hospital!).

Today is the first day I'm inside the 'lockup' place. We were all behind the bars with 20 patients who are mentally sick. Most common one is schizophrenia. Almost all of them are schizophrenic. At first I felt awkward stepping into the place. I felt super uneasy. I smelled a sense of ...... hmmm... i couldn't make myself clear here. The feeling was pretty bad for me at that first impression. To get use to the place for 2 weeks seems long to me. The emotion disturbance is there. The paranoia of " am I going to become mentally un- strong like one of them after that" haunted me.

Seriously, I made a conclusion within 1 hour in that boring place- Staffs working there should be all mentally strong and be able to overcome those abnormal sensations, emotions, behaviours and perceptions with great magnitude of tolerance, patience and knowledges and determinations. Ok, I said boring just now. Boring is in a sense of plain environment, plain colour, no colourful pictures along corridor, no windows, no scenery. To me, it lacsk of sensory stimulus that bring liveliness and joyful spirits.

Just today, I saw some great abnormal behaviors that were highly tolerated by all staffs in calm, cool manner, including/ especially Sister in- charge! In fact, I guess, most of us found amusing and funny. Imagine patients scold everyone in foul language. Foul language is a kind of joke for me if they are not directed to me or my family. Or even friends. It's funny 'cause most of the time, I don't understand what does it mean. For example, one accusing a staff for assaulting her and got irritated immediately, then running off while shouting "Pxkxma." Same, I never asked what does it mean. I just think that scene was "WOW!"
(Of course, it was a paranoia. Nobody even have a physical contact with her! Just purely turning violent in a glimpse of eyes. A glimpse of eyes- I mean it. I mean it as FAST!)

I got an attack from another one. It was my fault to check property in front of counter. I should have done it in a corner or at least not within owner's view. The patient hated me very much. Hated me for touching her things. Pointing finger to me, declaring I am a bad one for touching her belongings, it hurts me and renderred me speechless. My friends and I assured to her that we wouldn't touch her things anymore and I extended my hand, wanting to shake hand with her.

"Come, we shake hand. Let's be friend."
"No, you need to put in more efforts to shake my hands." *I guess I'm in her self- defined probation period to proof my ability and obedience*