2 Days 1 Night in Gleneagles Hospital (part2)

Sorry for not writing this story for so long.. The story still remains fresh in my mind it seems like it just happened yesterday.

I was having a total trouble with my grandmother. I had a hard time communicate with her just because I couldn't understand her language or hokkien slang. I tried every single sign language to talk to her but she/I still cannot understand what were us expressing to each other. But the best part was I didn't understand what on earth she was scolding me because I couldn't understand what she was talking about, so wont feel hurt when she scolded me.

It seems that we both were from two total different worlds, one talking in mandarin and can only listen to mandarin while the other one can only understand and talk in hokkien... haiz...

What a miserable day... In the morning I kept on calling my father and mother who can talk hokkien to her, I on my hp loudspeaker so she wont feel boring..My mom really did a great translation job for me..the mechanism was I let grandma talk to my mom and my mom translated her statement in mandarin.. Thanks a lot for the Digi family package which my father subscribed which let me talk to my parents with no charge at all.

Then the breakfast came. She asked me to finish all the food as she lost the appetite to eat... this is a very common problem among the elderly - anorexia(no appetite to eat).

I stuffed everything inside my mouth but left aside the bowl of quarter boiled egg (still very raw and smelly). So, what I did? I put into a plastic bag without being spotted by her(she was sleeping that time), silently tip toed to the toilet.Threw the egg into the toiled bowl and of course I threw the plastic into the dustbin. Finally, FLUSH! TaDa!

She checked the bowl and cup whether I finished the food (she didn't like people wasting food). She felt satisfied and went back to sleep.I was eagerly waiting for my dad and aunt to come and fetch her... I call my dad many times.. to make sure that he was on his way to here because I can't wait to go home.

Furthermore I feel pity of grandma having no 'companion' to talk with... and she also didn't like the surrounding of the hospital, she scared of nurse whom forced her to wear diaper and forced her to shower..etc. In fact she didn't even know she was in a hospital... How can I proof this? Well, at night she asked me whether everybody was inside the house and lock the door.. Then I replied yes, the door was locked and everybody was inside. Then, she slept (she was fast asleep).'I heard the snoring'.

Eventually at about 11am, I felt a surge of relief when my aunt and father came to bring her home.Nurses wheel chaired her to my father's car which parked right in front of the main entrance. My aunt and dad using all their effort to lift grandma to the car seat. I just can stand aside and watch them helplessly... 'what can I do?' I seat in another car which my uncle drove me home. 'What a fantastic experience!'

Hari Harta Intelek- Funny Ulu Hero

Hari Harta Intelek- Dr. Okada Science's Workshop

Hari Harta Intelek- KFC Dining

Our Boss offered us to dine at the KFC. We ordered 5 dinner plates and cheesy wedges.

Feel very full after eating. From the left were kuan chin my cousin and my brother chin yang.
Our boss still busy managing his business ... erhmm

KL Convention Center- Loading Area Door

Watch the KL Convention Center loading area door opening.

Hari Harta Intelek- The End of Exhibition

From 4'oclock onwards more and more booths were closing. I was waiting the instruction from my boss/my father-Mr Jimmy to close the booth.

Shortly after 5.30 pm I walked to the main booth to have a peek(whether they started packing). My brother and cousin brother both were busy packing. Then I went to the 2nd booth to pack. Dumping everything into a box and throwing rubbish into dustbin. I switched off the glass cabinet light and kept those wires and extension inside the box.

I didn't know why I was so enthusiastic when the time came to closing the booth. I just couldn't wait, I guess that was similar thing that happened to everybody-a surge of excitement when the job was done.

The box was carried to the main booth together with other stuffs. I left the glass cabinet there, let the Boss did the job.

Finally everything was done only left was to carry those things into the cars. My brother using all his effort to push the trolley loaded with stuffs to somewhere nearby the Big Door which waiting to be opened.

We waited and waited eagerly to see the Big Door opened. I even recorded that moment with my camera... I didn't expect it took a very long time to open the door, may be the Big Metal Door was too heavy. Within minutes we finished shifting the stuffs into cars. "Well Done!" Was time to go home.. bye bye

The Story of a Knife

Knife is an essential cutting tool. I try to remember on the birthday of Chang and Intan which we celebrated their birthday in Pizza Hut. Kavita was trying her best to cut a piece of pizza. She moved her knife back and forth several times and looked so hard to cut it. Soon our conversation started.
Me : It looks so hard for you to cut the pizza. Try put some more pressure to the knife.

Kavita : Cannot laa.. it doesn't look nice to cut in that manner. I'm a girl maa.. cut gently.. You know if my boy friend is here I will cut slower than like this..(that is regarded the fastest speed for her). Then only my boyfriend will help me to cut the pizza.. If I cut fast fast it looks rough for a girl then my boy friend 'cabutlah!'

Me : Hahaha...(laughing) :) So next time you may ask the waiter to get a sharper knife for you (aha, just kidding)
Layveeniea: I also like that.. You know (once upon a time) when last time I went to Kenny Rogers I cut the chicken also like hell... I cut a few minutes still cannot do.. Then my boy friend take my chicken and cut for me.... He separate all the meat from the chicken and put the bone aside (debone the chicken lahh..)... hahaha lol..