Contemporary

Hai, gua baru harik* ni!

“Gua Nyonya sini - takneh* cakap Cina. Boleh cakap Bahasa Melayu, encik/cik/puan?”

The above sentences were the most used statements when I was asked to cousel patients in wards. Neh. Difficult.

That brings me to say… I’ve started working. No more idling at home. Hurrah.

I am a Miss Nyonya from the 18th September. And, I am probably carrying this status for the next four years. What could be waiting ahead of me for these coming years? *phooh*

What else? what else? what else? Erm… an update for muh people out there.

I got lost in Melaka. Afterthat, I got lost IN the HOSPITAL itself. Thus, I was late to work. That was my first day. *gasp* Seeing me this way, it was obviously I did not make it to find those good food area in the first week. Damn prone to kesesatan ok? Melaka was cruel to me.

Been told not to wear T-shirt material top (no matter even if I bought it from an officewear store). So I wore the typical button-all top, my boobie button kept coming off. Darnit. It ain’t my fault that I did not follow the boobless community. Ask fashion designers of Malaysia why they hadn’t design pieces that suit big-boobers. Ask mommy (or daddy, although I doubt my endowment of such assets came from him. hmmphf). Stop asking me why the hell the buttons keep coming off. Please.

Performed a new trick in the waters after so long. Sweet.

I am gonna go decent from this week onwards. My white coat is sitting in my luggage going to Melaka with me. May my boobs RIP from now onwards. GG.

For all those who are helpful enough to make me a pure(r) Chinese, please traslate these words for me in Mandarin or Hokkien. Thank you.

1. Sit up
2. Inhale/Exhale
3. Chest (now, don’t be nasty here. teehee)
4. Blister
5. Swallow one by one.

Call me. Text me. Visit me. Anything that you think you may help me survive Melaka. Thanks looooooads!

*Apparently the Baba-Nyonya slang that I was taught on…