Dinnertime

You would think that after a month of not writing anything, I would have loads of interesting things to tell. You are wrong.

My day to day life has now SO monotonous that the days have just blended to one another and I can't tell a Monday from a Friday.

Here's how a typical day goes - wake up-go to work-review patients-rounds with MO-rounds with specialist-do ward work-lunch-pm review-ward work-go back home-go for dinner-back home-bathe/go online/read story book-sleep.

This is a daily routine. The only spark of excitement in my life is dinner.

I now have permanent dinner mates, all of us housemen, which means that our topic of conversation is about the specialists, MOs, housemen and cases that we saw that day at work. And to imagine, that is the most exciting part of my day..

Here's the thing. In the morning, you go to work feeling neutral (not happy, not sad, not angry). But throughout the course of the day, things change.

Most of the days, things go wrong. In fact, I come back almost everyday, angry about something. Maybe it's just me (or maybe it's not). But I have to say, I am quite glad that I am getting out of this department soon (hopefully I don't get extended). It's not the work, it's just the people that I have to work with that I can't stand. What is the use of having 20 people to drive a car if no one is willing to offer to drive it or if they can't be bothered to properly learn how to drive it?

There were also days that I came back smiling. Days when it felt like nothing in the world can make me feel bad. However, such days were rare.

I am getting out of the topic though. All I'm trying to say is, good days or bad days, one needs to pour their heart out to someone, and who else better to talk to that those who know all the characters in the stories? Right?

So that's why our dinner topics are such a bore. In fact, it's not just our dinner topics. It's our all the time topic, whether we meet in the hospital or out of the hospital. It got so bad, till KR complained that that is the only thing we talk about and he is bored of it.

I guess I am lucky. I have people around me who actually care for me. Who buy for me dinner whenever I am oncall because the oncall food sucks. I have people who listen to me when I complain, who look at me and in one glance know that I am unhappy about something. I am lucky because I have managed to find myself a few true friends, who really care about me.

A year ago, I used to eat dinner alone everyday, with a storybook to keep me company. Nowadays, I hardly have time to read my storybook because I spend that time having dinner and talking stories. Maybe that is one of the reason of my inactivity here..Can't blame a girl if she's too busy talking to write, right?

A Visit To Asia Cafe

A day before I left for my induction course, I went to Asia Cafe. I have been there once before, but that was a long time ago, and I went there quite late at night and just had some drinks. This time, I was there for dinner.

The main reason we went there was because KR wanted to have watermelon juice. Sharveen and I were OK with anywhere, so we decided on Asia Cafe. When we got there, we only managed to get parking at the lane beside the main road (not the one beside the cafe), so we had to walk to the cafe through a dark lane. My fear at that time was rats and cockroaches. Thankfully, I saw none (I don't care about the ones I can't see).

When we got to the cafe, as expected, there were lots and lots of people everywhere. We thought of sitting in the roofed portion for fear of rain, but then there wasn't a free table in sight and we settled on a table outside.

KR told me and Sharveen to go order our food 1st.

Call me whatever you want, but then I was really, really shocked at what I saw! SO MANY SHOPS! So many varieties of food! So many choices! I looked all around me and saw shops and more shops. And menus of varying nationality, colours and content. How do I choose? I walked past a few shops and tried to comprehend what I was seeing. I felt like there were so many informations that are being inputed at the same time- I was so lost!

(I am a newcomer and didn't know it, but apparently we were supposed to remember our table number when ordering the food, so that 'delivery' would be easy. Good system, I think. Unfortunately, Sharveen had to walk back to our table to check the table number before we managed to order.)

Sharveen made up his mind quickly and ordered and went back to the table so that KR could go make his order. I was practically standing and looking around and wondering what to order. I wish someone would just order for me, tell me what to eat. I was like a 'rusa masuk kampung'! I couldn't take the choices anymore. I decided to stop looking at the shops after a while. I think I just walked about a quarter of the place, and finally decided to order from the first shop. I liked the picture I saw - pineapple chicken.

We had to wait a while for the food to be served, but it was faster than I thought it would take. Sharveen had lasagna while KR had roasted honey chicken. Sharveen and I had medium-sized drinks but KR (who decided he was extremely thirsty) ordered a big glass of watermelon juice. I think it is more worth it to buy the bigger glass, the price difference is not that much. But I don't think I could finish that much drink with dinner.

The food was quite tasty. I liked it. I wouldn't say that the price is cheap, but then when you come to a place like this, you expect it to be a bit more expensive than other places. All in all, I found it quite reasonable 'cos the food tasted OK and I was full by the time I finished eating. All of us were.

I wish I took some photos to be uploaded here. Unfortunately it didn't cross my mind at that time to do that. I tried looking for photos online, but couldn't find any that would do the place justice. Right now, after almost 2 weeks of Malay food (which is tasty at times and not so tasty at others) I am craving for something different. Writing about Asia Cafe is just making it worse!

Anyway, the whole dinner experience was quite a good one..except for the way it ended. We were walking back to the car and once again had to pass through the dark 'lorong'. I saw a guy sleeping at the side and was wondering why he was sleeping there. I was just about to pity him when I saw him do something that should only be done in the privacy of his own room or bathroom. Damn, the man! What an idiot!

I think they should put some lights up in that 'lorong'; am quite sure quite many people use it regularly and would prefer a well lit street to a dark one. One street light is all it needs.