On being a geologist

One of my first memories that I have since I was a small kid is, people kept saying that I was such a bright child. I got that from parents and siblings, and my parents friends and neighbours. Along with it was, some proud words from my mom, especially that I would be a doctor, a medical doctor. I remember first, I got a bit confused, later I found out that I just hated that. It must be that 2 teeth that sprouted out from my lower gum since I was in mom's womb. Due to that, I was said to be 'bertuah', but why was I supposed to be a doctor, and not some pretty, hot chick that can hook a rich man as a husband;).

To make everyone happy, I thought I should study hard for that. But remember that time in primary school, in one sheet of paper that we supposed to write what our ambition was. I silently put "teacher" cause my father was a teacher and he is my role model.

And I was never bright and hardworking enough to be a doctor. But I love geology.

My mom would never understand it, instead of saving lives, why on earth (by the way, we study the earth;)) do I intentionally get myself dirty, collecting samples either under scortching hot sun or in some dark caves filled with guano.

Anyway, my father is cool about it. He even followed me to some trips.

Imagine once in a while, you get this as your 'office' or lab.


To me, I enjoy my all sponsored trips, and I got paid for that. Anyway, it is not much but we have comfortable life. And that is only one of many reasons.

That photo is of a depression or 'wang' in Gunung Rapat, taken from Kek Look Tong in Ipoh. I believe it looks better without all the man-made 'decoration'.

Do I ever regret for not working hard enough to be a medical doctor? It never occured to me until the first time I watch Dr House. I have this silly imagination, that he is the kind of doctor I'd love to be. But, too late already lah....

Anyway, to friends, I'm a doctor....Doktor Batu;).