Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Ian's wedding

Some belated photos of the trip to Kinabatangan & Lahad Datu for Ian's wedding.

Stopover at Sabah Tea Plantation. Small scale tea plantation only la (compare to Cameron Highlands).

The wedding in Kg Paris Baptist Church.

Lunch reception outside the church.

"Can I have your handphone number ah?"

Dinner reception.

The last day hanging out in Lahad Datu.


Ryan's grandparents and auntie&uncle&cousin came over for a weekend visit. Also to celebrate Ryan's 2nd birthday.

"Yeh yeh got new toys!"

Ryan was really excited. He was screaming and jumping around, showing his grandparents around the house... and talking away dunno-what. Kesian little boy, rarely get so much visitors to shower him with all the attention. Also, he has a little cousin baby girl to chat with... baby language la, they seem to understand each other. One does the talking and the other does the laughing.

"Let me teach you how to karaoke."

Hang around in KK only. Didn't go outstation coz the time was really tight.

Went to the market to buy seafood (cccchhhheeeaaaapppp seafood by West Malaysian standards), shopping, eating, sleeping... ya. We had a great time.

Of course a visit to the latest pride of KK, the OneBorneo (well, it doesn't really impress West Malaysians though, who have so many megamalls to chose from).

"My funny birthday cake!"

And a Sabah seafood dinner to mark the end of the trip.

If you don't believe that time flies, here's Ryan at the four-teeth-boy (or was it six) stage at his last birthday. Now he's full of teeth.

Next time hor, when his parents are old hor, I'll be showing you photos of us visiting Ryan, and his little boy/girl.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Medical work

I was in this Hospital for a brief couple of days during my Medical Elective time. The above logo on the hospital's front greeted me when I first arrived. And it has left a deep impression in me till today (besides the long line of villagers with big containiers queueing up for water at the public tap beside the hospital every morning and evening).

Today I visited the UMN website, and found it again.

Working in a pretty well-equipped medical facility now, I thought back at the little Mission hospital in the foothill of Nepal (the villagers call the hospital "Mission").

I still always wonder how the little hospital cope to provide adequate heathcare with their limited facilites (getting a CT scan means packing off the patient to go across the border into India, get the scan done in India, then come back with the films... if the patients is still alive by then), when here in Sabah we still find many limitations accessing healthcare facilities.

Probably, with limited facilities, we would develop better our clinical skills and acumen, and hope for miracles sometimes.