So long.....

It was a sorrow week for me….Lem is leaving Malaysia for good. After years of planning, he had finally acted; he had decided to gone back to the Boleh Land and open up his own practice.

Parents and kids are the main factor that motivated him to perform the daring move.

Setting up a practice is easy nowadays in Malaysia; there are companies to assist one to open up their own practice. However the market is currently flooded with GP. I remembered I had passed by a clinic opened by a Taiwan medical grad back in Kuching during my dinner tour. Within the 2 hours around that area, I had seen no patient in the clinic.

Lem had opted not to seek any specialist recognition as the process will be lengthy; a certain period of attachment will be required to attain such accreditation.

Setting up a clinic, getting a car and a house will need at least a million RM. It is a true gamble as the expenses of car and clinic is non-retrievable and devalued on the day of its existence.

I am in no position to do so as I need to save up for the kid’s education fund. 

Lem had been my classmate since we were studying in med school. We had come to this hospital after our graduation. He had completed his training and serve as attending physician in the ward and later work in ED. We have been very close and share lots of thing at work and about the life back in Boleh Land. 

So long Lem, best of luck….. 

forgotten the birthday of their father .....

Communicating over the phone is considered risky in my business. The code of practice required us to protect confidentiality of the patient. So it is our duty to confirm the identity of the respective speaker over the phone.

There is multiple ways of doing the job, from asking addresses, ID no to birthday. One of my favorite is birthday. However recently, I had found that it had lost its Mojo. I had come across, many siblings who were unable to recall the birth date of their parents. It is considered absurd to an old fashioned person like me….

It made me remember the famous phrase by gunslinger ROLAND from the DARK TOWER –

I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.”

I am looking forward to the release of the Dark Tower movie later this year. Although the story was heavily modified but yet the revolver loading screen from the trailer had truly attract me….

well met.......

brew of freedom.....

I was a coffee freak for quite a long time until I developed esophagus reflux. I had stopped coffee craving after it worsen and affected my life. After a long time from my miraculous recovery. I had gone back to the coffee sipping life. Carefully monitoring my intake, I was able to maintain a symptomatic free life.

During our shopping tour at the Kuching Airport, I came across a shop selling Liberica bean. I had given up the thought of buying the pack not because of its price; but due to its mixing with Robusta. I was curious about the taste but was aware that the Robusta might succumb the flavor of Liberica. I held back the thought and vowed that I would give it a try later.

During my trip to Malacca, I had visited the old shop of Aik Chong at Jonker street. I was surprised when I found out that they are selling Liberica bean. Light to medium roast and not mixed with any Robusta. The price was surprisingly low and I bought it.

This was my second brew and the taste was one of its kind; berry like flavor with acceptable sourness. The aroma of coffee was light and refreshing.

I had bought some expensive beans recent few years and had almost laid my hand on the Exotica Kopi Luwak bean; the phrase “roasted in Malaysia” had pulled me back to reality. I would give it a try when I visit Indonesia next year…..

Well, my second brew, nel drip..

solo trip - the return

A day after we came back from Malacca, I had taken another long journey way home. My brother and parents had sent me to Senai Airport after dinner. It was sorrow parting from them; I wished I could stay longer but yet I can’t.

The flight was smooth and I arrived at KLIA2 on time. I proceeded to the transit counter and had my passport stamped and baggage checked. It was a late flight and I faced some difficulty finding the Sama Sama transit hotel; I was tired and could not read the map properly. The price was cheaper than Tune hotel and I could save the time re-checking in.

It was a small room with no window; unlike the room shown on the webpage. But for a 5 hrs rest, it was good enough for an old hog like me. I did not sleep properly and checkout at 6am. I am always anxious about catching a plane and afraid that I will miss it. As the flight was scheduled at 8:30am, I proceeded to the Air Asia Red lounge for breakfast. The lounge was small but has every element a lounge should have (except for the toilet). Food was above average(chef cooked noodle/porridge with malay kuih). The seat was comfortable and I had a short nap before my alarm woke me up for the boarding.

It was an eventful flight back to K City. I had brought back a load of items which Ving and the kids looking forward to…

A short trip it was and I had accomplished quite a few tasks which I had regretted that I have not done it earlier.