A Slow Day?

A slow day meant waiting for hours at the lounge waiting for patients. And that was exactly what happened today. I had some work to do but the worry was, I would get a call and had to drop what I was doing.

Since admission was rather slow during the day, I was anticipating a busy evening. I decided to have lunch, but there were nothing much there that I really fancied. So what to do? Watching the TV catching up on updates on what happened to Whitney Houston. The news about her death began circulating this morning, and by breakfast, it was already all over CNN and the social media .....

RIP Miss Houston.

Let's have cake!

After the trip to Singapore, the celebration for Irfan's sixth was a more sedate affair. We had a family dinner at Alexis at Bangsar Shopping Center the other evening and last night, we got him the presents, toys, as well as cake.

Red Velvet of course. His favourite. And it must only be from Bangsar Shopping Center of course. Sorry that I couldn't throw a party for you this time Irfan. This year, it would be Idlan's turn. But don't worry, we would have a cake for you to cut then as well …..

The Terendak Trip

Red carpet. Great singing from the College Choir. Wifi at the Balai Pelajar. Students allowed handphones. Students proficient in English. Those were few of the surprises I had today when I visited my former college.

I was honored to be invited to officiate a program there and spent slightly more than an hour at the rostrum, giving motivational talks and taking questions from the floor. It went very well. I had the chance to impart what knowhow I had to help them prepare for their exams and future.

Entering the campI also got to meet my former teachers and visited my old dormitory. Some of the building had been renovated since I've last been to Terendak in 2009 - I was there for a career talk. The main one being Block F being built up to three floors - my batch were the first to use the old Block F back in 1985, and it was a double-story building.

The main cafeteria were also extended to accommodate the growing number of students. The playing fields also looked better maintained, compared to when I was there as a student.

My old dormitory. I stayed there for a couple of years - 1988-89The new block F. It used to be only a couple of floors.The old smelly lake was also gone.The cafetaria had been expanded.I had a nice chat with the Principal as well. I was glad that he put plenty of emphasis on co-curricular activities rather than just all studies. The choir were definitely going strong. I remember how frustrated I was as a student when being told to just study, and the Principal then not giving a hoot about anything else. Something which I touched during my talk.

All in all, it had been a fruitful day. I was also approached to visit other MRSM as well. That would be at the mercy of my tight schedule though. Should I be invited again, I would definitely return in a heartbeat.

Pacepalm

Rushing back from the hospital, I missed the handshake that never was. Evra offered a handshake. Suarez pretended that Evra did not exist - by the way, Evra is black, of course he does not exist. Such a disgrace. No place for that in football.

The scene in the end - the Evra celebration - was also something which we could also do without. After all, the points were already been won, and made. We won on the day. And Evra could have shown a bit more class but toning down the celebration a wee bit. But in the grand scheme of things, he might have though, "why not?".

There was no doubt that United deserved the win. We played better and we were hungrier. The Suarez goal was there to add a bit of spice, but nothing more. Rooney certainly had taken his goals well.

We are top of the league for at least another 24 hours. Citeh would be playing tomorrow. Hopefully I would be able to catch the game tomorrow at the Doctor's Lounge. I would be on call tomorrow.

Update on Monday, February 13, 2012 at 1:10PM by Haris Abdul Rahman

Both Suarez and Dalglish had since issued apology on their conduct. Can't really make out what to make of it ....

Liverpool .....

I had just finished reviewing my admission and was about to leave the hospital before I realised that I might as well get the tandoori from the shop by the hospital rather than having to stop for it halfway.

The excitement was definitely building for the big match this evening and I must say, I can't wait to hear how loud the boo would be every time Luis "everyone in the team call him a Negro" Suarez gets the ball. One hope he gets a kick or two on his big behind as well for good measure.

Here's hoping for a good game, and a good tandoori!