After walked into the ambulance car, the next thing I was required to do is lying down by side. This request was indeed the tough one as my back being slashed and bleeding yet need to lie down…. What to do I need to do it too. Although it was pain but I finally able to cope with it. However, the procedure seemed to be not in other that is I need to take off my shirt before lying down. Again, I need to sit up and take off my shirt. Please my dear, next time, never did it again as it really not an easy task. OK!

The ambulance car’s siren on and the car moved. Believe me, lady and gentleman, the ambulance car is really not a good car to be taken, as it accelerated in a short time and brek in a sudden. Oh God! It was like being fetched by a roller cluster than a car. The emergency team test on my profile like blood oxygen level and etc. They given to me an oxygen tube that was just at a right time as I started to feel difficulty in breathing. The mixing feeling was that I started to lose my conscious due to difficulty in breathing and yet the movement of the car was like drive in the crazy taxi.The unstable movement of my body caused even worst for my situation. I started to fall as sleep, the emergency team woke me up by saying…”Jangan tidur…”

I saw the road as I used to go to faculty, the path I used to walk to makan out through a glass window in front of me. In my thought, I am supposed to be in the lecture hall, however…I am in an ambulance car instead…

The siren stopped and the door opened. I was being pushed into the emergency wad as soon as possible. When I reached in the wad, one of the chinese doctor approached me and quickly first aiding me. As I was lying down aside, I cannot really see what has been done on me by the doctor. What I can really see in my eyes was my right hand was holding a bandage and it has already soaked in blood.

From what I have remembered, during that time, I was really felt the continuous difficulty in breathing. The doctor tried to use my case as a study for those future doctors that are doing their housemanship there. I heard a lot of scientific terms being spoken out and pain filled my hold emotion. The doctor started to apply “something” on me, I guessed there was localized anesthetic injected in the back of mine and he started to use some tool to apply things on my back.

Oh MY GoD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………………………….Pain………………..Pain…………..Pain……………………….I yelled and said to the doctor……. I even used Tri-language to repeat my pain i.e. mandarin, Cantonese and English. Oh God, the feeling at that moment was that someone drilling me my barely back with a driller. First, I really wondered why should they did that on me, I thought I was  merely be injured at the subcutaneous layer of skin but why should they did the drilling thing on me??? Why? WHY? WhY?….. It is extremely, superior, damn idiot pain… Oh damn devil robber….

At last, the doctor has done his work at my back.The breathing difficulty was not so obvious indeed. However, the pain was still there and it can me really freak out… In my thought, I guessed because of muscle cramped and unrelieved causing me breathing difficulty. That is why the doctor drilled me to further apart my rib by drilling me to insert an skew or whatever to prevent re-cramp and to re-size back my lung. All the above was my guess when I was being drilled. However, it was totally wrong until I saw the tube when I was lying down with my head facing ceiling. Doctor explained to me and the tubes are known as chest tube which are to drained off the internal bleeding inside my lung.

What….A tube being inserted in my body!!!!!!!!!!……You must be kidding my dear lovely doctor………………….What! You have drilled in two tubes some more in my lung….. Oh God!!!!!! What to do? I only can accept the fact that he has drilled in two chest tubes into my left lung. I just think that I need to be sutured the wound merely….However, I was too optimistic in this event. My brother came in with all the anxious face appeared on his appearance. When the moment he saw me lying down like a pity dog being knocked down by a car. He approached me and asked me ” How did you feel? OK?”

The first thing I responded to him was that ” Have you called mum and daddy?” He said ” No”. I answered him great, then wait until all the stuffs being done by the doctor until I was being sent to wad only call them I said. The reason being that I don’t want to let them see me with blood soaking my body and hands. As it may cause them to freak out and might even fainted. I want them to see me at the wad I said to my brother. My brother promised me and myself finally rest in a peace mind and cool down my mind to wait for the next procedure being done by the doctors.

One of the doctor perhaps approached me and said, “See Hoe, I need to measure the wound at the your back. Do you know what, he inserted his finger into my wound and lucky he has worn gloves. He said- 4cm. I said, what???? 4cm? The depth you meant…. Oh god…… Then, I was transferred to the X-ray center within the emergency wad to have my X-ray scan. Bad luck really stroke my family. Just as I was having my X-ray scan, my brother received a call from my mum saying that she was being stolen her purse in the wet market. All of the sudden, I was stunted and really have a blank mind of what had happened. Oh My God! Two bad things happened at the same day, it really unbelievable to me.

Fortunately, the thief did not hurt my mum and this made me relieved a lot. After X-ay scanned, I was be sutured my back by the housemanship doctor there. It took long time to finish and I even asked the doctor…” Do you have a handphone that has camera function?” WHY? I asked them to help me to snap photos of my back to see clearly my wound… What the fish right!!! Haha… I saw my wound in the screen was not that long so I thought it was just a minor injury and I thought it may recover within in a couple a day merely. However……

A special thanks to Seng Hai, my brother’s friend who rushed to hospital after knew my incident and helped up my stuff. Really appreciate what you have done! After all done, I was being transmitted into normal ward for further observation. All my clothes was taken off and remaining the underwear merely, this is the first ever time I half-naked in front of the others since I was mature. Luckily, the nurse are professional in the sense they did their job in well and covered me using a cloth to send me to the ward for observation.

After all, I reached at my ward and it was SW13. When the time I reached my bed site, I was satisfied with the condition as it was near to the window and the air circulation is indeed an advantage. My brother wished me to get a better ward but not like the general hall class 3 one as he wanted me to rest well. He tried to ask the nurses and doctor to transferred me into a better room. However, due to the reason I was a serious case that need intensive care from nurse and 24 hours on duty doctor for first aids, I was required to stay at this until my situation change to be safe.

So, I said to my brother I am ok with the condition here and I said no need to transition out. In my thought, I really worried about the hospitality fees here as I thought it must be expensive and I wished to save the money too. I was told that Mandy has brought my parents to the hospital, I said “OK, let them in.” I could see my parents were like out of witnessed appearance to walk near towards me. Especially my mum, she was like near to cry when saw me lying down as a pity dog on bed. I tried to convince them I am alright, just that need to get observation before any further things being decided. I asked Mandy to brought me CP book so that I could contact my course mate regarding my case and to settle off the duty given to me to bring my speaker for JPD Interaksi Day.

It was a day that was highly vital for me as I never have a chance to get myself involved as last year, I had involved in VC Cup. This year again, I lost the chance because of this incident. What to do, hope that next year I still have chance again to involve. The biggest suffer I could say when I was in SW13 was that I was labeled in the categories of “Berpuasa”. THIS WORD really make me freak off as I was damn thirsty even in the emergency ward as profusely bleeding causing your blood to be concentrated and in a dehydration state. However, the most difficult thing I face throughout the first day was that I was not allowed to “DRINK & EAT”. Eat was not the issue here but I was desperately demand for water, however, I was restricted directly not to drink.

Can you imagine lady and gentlemen, you are in a dehydration state and you saw water yet cannot drink. The feeling was like you wish to bite your own mouth by using your teeth to get the blood as water source. The nurse will keep saying that you are OK with the IV tube as it will prevent you from dehydration. However, the IV tube was inserted into my blood vessel and my throat and mouth as well as lips were dry until the lips formed layers that can be peeled off whenever you try to moisture your lips. The nurse only allowed you to use a very little water to moisture up your lips. However, the effect was not that efficient as it dry off quickly. Just imagine, you are in a dehydration state in your upper esophagus started from 11am until the next morning. However, you are not allowed to even drink or swallowed any fluid into your throat. The feeling was damn frustrated and yet you need to follow as well as cooling down yourself to be got emo.

Hate This " PUASA" word Tremendously!!

The next suffer for me was the oxygen tube. In my own experience, I found that there was an obvious difference between the oxygen given in emergency ward than in normal ward. As the discomfort of wearing the oxygenated tube as it was damn warm when you wear it. The description was like you are wearing at least 3 masks at once and the warm exhaled gases trapped in the cover of the oxygenated tube. The oxygen given in the emergency ward was cool but the oxygen in normal ward was warm. I even asked the nurse why is it so? They just kept silent and said is the same.

Until a level, I even pulled off the oxygen tube quite of moment of time and the nurse scolded me why you removed it as you see the oxygenated blood in your body ids low, you need oxygen. As time past, it was already at night. The policy in General Hospital was that time to visit is up to 193o merely. I knew that I must ask my family to leave me now and my mum refused to do so. Although a family member is allowed to stay however, I said to my mum that : “No! You go back home and take rest lah…what’s the point you stay here with me? Better go back and cook something for me tomorrow!”. However, in my deep heart, I was really wishing she could as she is my support. But, I could not be so selfish as she is elder now, she might not have enough stamina to be with me for the whole night. Hence, I have to really thought of her rather than me.

Breathing difficulty was the most suffer thing throughout that night. As I said just now the oxygen tube was given to me and I felt not comfortable with and I took it off. The consequence was that the breathing difficulty onset and caused me to near fatal! YES, you did not see it wrong is “FATAL!”. I requested the oxygen to be opened as maximum as possible due to that I really faced short breathing. However, the first doctor that approached-DR. V, told me that she could not do it as the excessive oxygen given will cause the patient feel dozed off and sleepy. Indeed, I experienced it frequently after the adjustment of my oxygen gas to be maximum.

Dr. V is the first doctor that handle over my case and even saved me twice when late at night as I really could not breath and I called the nurse for help. I saw Dr. V approached me, however the next symptom onset that was slowly, I could not hear the voice, and my visual become blur at last dizzy and lost conscious. Twice in a night…. Could you imagine that I even got myself emo when I started to hate myself and even cried out in front of the nurse and doctor said that ” why? why me? I am just a student and…… I … I….

Dr. V woke me up when I dizzying and lost my conscious. She said loudly and shake my shoulder…See Hoe, wake up, don’t sleep! Fortunately, I have a doctor beside me when I was suffering and she brought me back to this world once again. Thanks to Dr. V again.

Next, the other appreciation I wished to say is to my uncle, Alfred that really rushed to see me when I was in the normal ward. He came to help up and communicate with the doctors to know my situation better. I did t expect he was the first relative of mine to reach and offer his help. He even prayed for me although we are came from different religion. Anyway, THANKS to my uncle, Alfred especially the drinks and food as well as fruit you bought.

After all settle down, my brother and Seng Hai helped me to log a police report and the police came personally to see me in the ward. Before that, a sarjan from Dang Wangi Police Station also did visit me personally and said to me whether I could recognise the robbers or not. He even asked me to go and make a artificial facial reformed later once I discharged.

Another incident I wished to say it here and praise through here is that the doctor in General Hospital really born with a golden heart. They might look extremely serious and extra but in their depth heart they are in born with sincere and love to all patients. Saturday, it supposed to be a holiday for certain doctor but for my case, I heard that the doctors willing to cancel off his and her holiday with their family and back to this not a first class ward place to look at my situation. Perhaps, you might say it is their responsible in doing that but for me it is also their right do not come back too. Really, I have nothing to say but from my bottom of my heart I appreciate so much.

One pregnant doctor came and looked in my condition when I was at sleep. During that time, she asked a lot of questions to the doctor on duty regarding my situation and I was like merely listen to it. She said that chest tubes were not in a right position and hence the blood fluid retained in lung and failed to drain out from the chest tubes. Patient suffered short breathing and low oxygenated level. After she reposition and made some adjustment on my chest tubes, what’s a miracle, I felt much more better and I started to breath back in normal.

I said to her ” Is my situation serious? She said and explained to me that if the blood kept retained in lung, it will be dangerous to me and I need to prastise to blow up 3 balls in the Spirometer . Unfortunately, I only managed to blow up 2 balls the maximum. And it really hard for me to blow up to the 3th ball, not even once. What’s a disaster!!! Just to let you all know my situation at that moment, X-ray could not clearly show the problem inside my lungs. However, it shown the cloudiness in my left lung and in normal circumstance, it should not have. Moreover, the bottom shape of my left lung be covered by the cloudiness and caused irregular shape of the lung. When I was in the SW13 ward, my back wound has been sutured and my right hand with the injuries caused by holding the Rambo’s knife was still remained until sutured by the OT.

The mixing feeling of mine when I was alone in the hospital without accompany was indeed a pain for me. However, due to rational thinking I must do it and let my family members to get as much rest so that they could carry on their day routine. Me? The injury can be extremely pain until you wish to bang yourself to the wall to lose conscious. However, when the moment you see your most closed family sitting aside you and looking at you suffering, you would be much more unwilling to let them gone through that. I really could not take it and I chose to face it all by myself. You might say I am awesome yet I think I just wish to be selfish in the sense that not share my suffer with the one I love the most…. Pain is there but self motivation is your ultimate skill to overcome the pain and I, myself has done it and I prayed to THE GOD to answer for my call!

To be continued…

A long story to start off and i think today is the most suitable time for me to reveal the whole story to all my friends out there who really concerned about me. The suitable time I mentioned is meant that my mid semester exam has just passed and I am free now with the full time resting at home.

Retrospect the incident, I need to bring you back to 8.8.2009. It might be a good time to remember or means a lot to you, but my tragedy started that day. It was indeed a special day for me in fact, as I was being asked to The Chinese Chamber of Commerce & Industry of Kuala Lumpur & Selangor to be interviewed by the scholarship committees there which is located near Jln. Ampang. It was Saturday morning around 0930 I reached at the venue with the help of my brother to fetch me there. The interview finished around 1030 and I have another lecture at 1100 which is known as Khidmat Masyarakat. I walked for about 10 minutes to reach the nearest Putra LRT i.e. Jelatek station and I wished to take a transition from Putra LRT to Monorail as my final destination is Chow Kit. The nearest station I could make the transition is Dang Wangi.

Frankly speaking, I never been there before and I have no idea is the transition need to be done out of the station or within the station itself. What’s the main thing in my mind was that I am late and need to rush back to my faculty. I walked out from the station and I saw a road and a footbridge right in front of me. I could not see the monorail station and I doubted. I returned back into the station again and asked at the counter. They directed me the way and I walked out and rushed to the monorail station. Just when I walked up to the footbridge, I saw two guys standing aside at the edge of the other end corner of the footbridge. There was people in front of me and I was the last person. I could not think much and looked at my watch, it shows 11am. At that moment of time, I really did not have any time to think of the two guys who at the end corner side of the footbridge. What was in my mind was that I am late and need to be quick. Just at the moment I wished to walk down to the footbridge at the end corner, the two guys approached me. One of them heading a Rambo’s knife towards my stomach and I grabbed it in an instant respond. The other one of the guy with his arm cross over my neck and started to search around my pants for items. I was be robbed my wallet and PDA phone. Just at the time they were searching my belonging, I saw people came from the other end of the footbridge and I immediately screamed for help.

Help! Help! Help! Tolong! Tolong! Tolong!…. I yelled and the robbers got my things and ran. The one who robbed my items ran to the Putra LRT direction and the one with Rambo’s knife ran towards the Monorail direction. I guessed they were afraid and ran away. During that moment of time, my physiological respond took over my feeling and I was in the  “Fight and flight” condition. My emotion was like being overwhelming with strength and in my thought I just would like to catch that robber who has Rambo’s knife on his hand. Not because I wanted my things back (I guess) as the items were taken by his other partner and ran far away. It is just that I wished to catch him due to he has injured me. The courage I got was from no way and I guessed it might came from that I think I have successfully got the attention of the public when I screamed. I thought there will be somebody that willing to help me and catch the robber. I was so native to think that there will be at least one of the public will approach to me and help me catch the robber, hence I threw my bag towards the running robber and it really hit him. As I mentioned, there was people walked from the other end of the footbridge right when I was being caught and searched by the robbers. I recalled back them and I quickly returned back to ask them quickly help me to catch the robber who hit by my bag. The most stupidest ever thought of myself was that get someone to help me. I was damn native to think that the people will really come help me. However, selfish and indifference were the only thing I got from the public. The people ran away from the other end of the footbridge. I was shocked and stunted for a few seconds for the action of the people. OMG, at that moment of time I felt like I was being betrayed. Just I was back into my thought again with the robber, just when I returned back and I was being slashed at my back below my scapula area.

You might ask me, is it pain? Wow god, you being slashed? What’s the fish the devil done? Pain was not the feeling for me right at that moment until I myself be settled down. I was taught since secondary school…”Fight and flight” mechanism and on that day, I experienced it. The feeling of you at that moment of time is the emotion took over your rationale. You are indeed like involuntary movement by your emotion. I was extremely conscious even after being slashed at my back. Bleeding? It never happened to be in my thought in any single second. The robber ran away towards the direction of the Dang Wangi Putra LRT station side (Remember that he ran away towards monorail side at first, and I threw my bag then he slashed me back & at last ran towards Putra LRT direction.) The feeling of mine after being slashed was just being hit my an object and the strength was like someone slap your back just to say Hi to you!

When I was returned my mind in a seconds after being slashed. I looked around to search for the robber. I saw him just ran down and slow his motion as “walked”. Lady and gentleman is “WALK ” with his bag behind like nothing happen and behave like a kindergarten’s child with hands holding the bag’s holders and  walked like toe tip style. God, please give me a pistol and allow me to shoot him down at that moment. However, I have nothing but with my awesome loud voice to yell and scream like a crazy guy on the footbridge…”Help, help, help, tolong….. and even pointed my fingers towards the robber and say…” Pencuri… *and I thought again not right he is not pencuri but perompak … With my all strength I screamed again my last three words with my pointing finger pointed towards the robber who walked with his toe tip style. I saw quite a number of people around Putra LRT, roadside and down the footbridge. Yet, no body will offer his or her help to volunteer and catch the robber. I was slashed and yet I still with my last word yelled at the people to catch the robber. And what was the  return for me is indifference and people all stood up like singing Negaraku and staring at me, some with mouth open and some with hand phone on hands. What was the feeling of the robber if you are the robber? Scared? Nervous? I guess for me if I was the robber, I was like the king of the world as even I was accused loud and clear that I am the robber, yet no people come and catch me. So what? You all not brave to catch me and I can walk slowly as I want.

I would say THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I make was to ask for help. If I do not returned and asked for the people quickly come and help me to catch the robber after I threw my bag, I would not slash at my back. As my bag hit him until his cap also dropped, so you can image if at that moment of time I kicked him down from the top stair (*as the robber was at the mid way of the stairs) and let help fall from the stair to the ground and throw my bag again at him and grab over his knife when he is staggering. Then, I used my buttock to apply my hundred and thousand momentum plus acceleration in 1000km/hr to step on his back and use my left hand to push down his head. I guessed all the following incident and suffer I have been through will never be in my chapter of life. The biggest mistake was I trusted teacher so much as they used to say when primary school yell scream for help when you are in danger. However, when the moment of time you did it in real, it was totally out of the expectation. Selfishness, indifference and isolation were the return of all the efforts of screaming and yelling.

I just be so native to think that they will help me, please lah… today society where do we have Wong Fei Hong? Taking movie recording meh… But, I want to say “IF” one of the public help me at least throw something to the robber either a stone or an umbrella or a helmet and the others try to do the same and the remaining screaming for help and ask more people to come and help. Perhaps, the robber would not be still walking in his toe tip style and in the enjoyed motion. Or even more you help me to scream  for help and I would really appreciate it. As can you imagine a person that was slashed and with his right hand hold the knife before still able to screamed for help, and wishing the public would actually help to catch the robber. Not because I want to get my things back that is why I want you all to catch the robber, is because he has knife, a person that suspected murder or injured other people. The wallet and my PDA handphone were already ran away by his other partner, he is the one I wish to catch to avoid other cases like me happened again. That is why and the only intention for me at that moment. People around me said, when next time, give them lah…. don’t try to fight back. Yeah, I have gave them, and the one reason I wish to fight back is not because I want my items back but I wish to catch the one that injured me. In fact, the one who got my belonging have ran away far already. the robber who has knife was still there. Can you imagine that if letting this devil ran away now, will it be another case as same being done by him? How about the victim? If the victim is a she and be raped or killed? Unfortunately, the she is the one you know and very closed to her. Even worst, she is your relative or what…

I am not here to cuss you or what. The unpredictable thing will happen in anytime anywhere without signs. If this devil being caught now,  it will be the most suitable time as I am the victim that can recognize his face and with my injures and other evidence to accuse him to court is really as easily as moving a finger than caught him later. A person with knife is horror but the indifference of the people today make me felt much more shiver and chill. I was slashed yet I still want to scream, you might think I am stupid but this is the one thing I could do and I wish someone can help me. However, the answer is cruel and totally unexpected. Do you think that a person being slashed and still yell was not pain? When I yelled for my last three words…Perompak ..Perompak…Perompak… Each yell, I could heard the “shzzzzz….” sound but I still have to because I want you help to catch the robber, don’t let him escaped. The “shzzz….” sound was not be created by the environment surrounding me but it was the blood flushing out from the wound and it caused the “shzzz…..” sound whenever I yelled in my whole throat. At my third yell, I knew I should stop as I saw blood came out profusely and I looked again my right hand it was red and the blood dripping down. I followed the dripping blood and I saw a large spread of blood on the floor. I stopped and got myself in control and peace my mind.

The one thought in my mind at that moment was to stop the bleeding. Guess what I have done? Nothing but just grab my right hand as tight as possible and my left hand crossed over my back to hold my bloody cloth with the wound as pressure as possible to reduce the profuse blood lose of mine. During that time, people walked up to the footbridge and saw me. Guess what again, they ran away after saw me with the bloody hand and clothes. Again, this incident taught me another lesson, the indifference of the public today. Nothing I can do but again shout out in a moderate tone just to ask somebody to help me as there were people standing down the footbridge. I said,“ Somebody Help! Can you called the police and ambulance please! At first some response and helped me called from far with his and her mobile phone on their respective ears. Then another young chinese couple came and saw me with the bloody body, at first they ran away immediately and I tried to convince them with my own voice by saying ” I am just a student rushing for lecture? Please somebody help me… Oh God, please help!!!”

I guessed due to my above description, they have the second thought in their mind that is I am not Ah Long that being slashed but really a student. Without my notice, they returned back to me. (As during that time I really restricted myself to move another step as I afraid it may cause another profusely bleeding. Hence, I sat on the staircase and used my voice as the medium tool to spread out my pity Help voice). They asked me what to do and how to help. Oh God, finally I met with someone that is more humanity than anyone of the others who just ran away. I asked them to call the police and ambulance. Then, later I asked them to help me call my brother. They got him and I can even talk to him on phone by saying … “Brother, I was robbed and got injured in Dang Wangi Station… Faster came and see me…. I called the ambulance….”

Then, after a while, police came. You must be laughing in this scene that the police exactly patrolling around this area. Some want they got out from their police car, they were in fact holding weapon like AK 41 firearm. Then, the Chinese couple leaved. When the two police came, I told them what were left by the robber- a cap and a Rambo’s knife cover. I must be watching a lot of forensic drama, I thought they will use glove to pick up the evidence left by the robber. However, they don’t and just used they hands barely. I thought this evidence was indeed useful when came to fingerprint and hair analysis as the cap was dropped too. Whatever lah… they asked me regarding the robber direction of ran way, I showed them yet was like nothing much they could help. They saw a bag and a show on staircase, they asked me and I answered that it is my bag and I admitted that I have threw at him. The police asked me again my first degree relative handphone number, I gave them my father and my brother one. All of sudden, I thought it was not a suitable time to call my father yet so I immediately ask them to call my brother first instead of my father as I knew that he will be out of witnessed or even “pengsan” when heard my incident.I reminded the police once again I said ” Jangan call saya punya bapa ….jangan call saya punya bapa dulu, call abang saya dulu….”

Just at that time, the ambulance came and emergency team came to help me. You know what, can you image I still can walk slowly from the staircase with my right hand grabbing as tight as possible and my left hand cross over my back, applied pressure as high as I could and walked to the ambulance car. Right at that time, the pain overwhelming my senses. It was pain indeed.

In this whole morning, I was like totally lost my mind on what I have met. Fortunately, in this incident, there are people still with a golden heart and offered their help to me to call the police and ambulance as well as my brother. Really thanks to the Young Chinese Couple that have offered help to me. Endless appreciate to them and just for my reader information, I got contact with them already here is the link to his blog. He seemed to be a businessman but he is current in UTAR for Marketing course. if anything you wish to buy, just contact him then…Haha…Help to advertise a bit lah for my “orang budi berjasa”!!

Same goes to one Indian lady and man who came and offer their help to help me contact the police too. Unfortunately, I have no contact of them, if not I really want to say thank you to them from the bottom of my heart. And one more thing which can be classified lucky too that was the robber did the stab was not stab across my body from posterior to anterior by from medial to lateral. Moreover, I should praise the police and ambulance team as the whole incident spent me about 20 minutes to be reached at the hospital since the first called to the police station.

In this incident, it inspired me one thing that is you must remember at least one or two hand phone number of your family member. Next, if you are still in conscious mood, please try to call someone that is more younger first like my case -my brother. They will probably handed the case much more efficient and without panic. If the first call of mine is to my father, I guess he must be pengsan already… Then, don’t sleep and must control your breathing as well as emotion…stay tough and endless fear on the blood… try to think they are just all Ferum that came from meat and vegetable like bayam and etc. Cool down you mind whenever you feel uncomfortable. The most important thing is that, immediately stop the bleeding my applying extra pressure or what so ever to minimize the blood lose as your body could not take it.

Remember, STOP THE BLEEDING FIRST!!!

To be continued…

I was free and boring throughout this week. I just had my training yesterday. It is another new project I will accept this week. It is Nestle Nesvita 3 in 1 cereal drink. My sampling will be mainly green tea variant.  Hence, it will be indeed a good breakfast as I like green tea variant. Anyway, this will not be the topic I will like to discuss here. My topic of today is “steaming” cake. You must be wondering why is the term “steaming” was used. The reason behind is because steaming is the method of making the cake. The name of the cake is Chocolate Marie Biscuits Cake and it was my second experience of making cake.

For your information, the recipe was given by my auntie. She highly recommended this cake to me as it is the easiest cake and the ingredients are common to be found in the market. The recipe is as follow:-
a) 250g butter, softened
b) 200g caster sugar
c) 5 eggs
d) 250g Marie biscuits, ground
e) 2 tbsp cocoa powder

Right! The ingredients are commonly found! Thus, it will be my choice to kick starting my first trial in making cakes and cookies. I bought the ingredients yesterday and I found that the ingredients were not really expensive about RM15. The ingredients I have bought were in excess. Therefore, it still remains quite a lot for my next trial. Let’s talk about the process!

Firstly, I added butter and caster sugar and stirred it with stirrer. Perhaps, owing to the reason of I had frozen the butter; the butter is hard to be stirred. However, with my stirrer, the ingredients were mixed until creamy. The definition of creamy in my point of view is that the colour of the mix becomes whitish and the texture is smooth. Next, eggs are added one at a time and mix well. One of my observations after the eggs were added is the mixture yield higher viscosity and color changes back to golden yellow as well as the volume of mixture keeps increasing as the subsequent egg is added. The explanation from me is that egg consists of emulsifying property. Thus, the mixture will change the texture as time passed.

Thirdly, I sifted the Marie biscuit’s powder and added into the mixture to form a thick batter. After the mixture was stirred until smooth, I separated the batter into 3 portions. One of them was mix with cocoa powder. After all of the above being done, it is time for the steaming process. I pour one portion of the batter into a cake pan which greased with oil. Then, I steamed it for 10 minutes. However, I found the batter was not cook well. Thus, I steamed the batter for another 5 minutes. Owing to this is my first time of preparing this cake; I was not sure how to determine the doneness of the first layer of the batter.

I added on the subsequent cocoa batter on top of the first batter. I found that I had done a mistake that was the first batter was not cooked. And I found it rather difficult to spread for the second cocoa layer. As the first layer was soft and once I spread the second layer, the first layer was spread simultaneously. Hence, I found it rather like a rojak that mixing two different layers together.

Right at that moment, my focus was to spread the second layer thoroughly on top of the first batter. Although it appeared to be rojak in varies spots, but I still be able to finish spreading of the cocoa batter. I have once thought of throwing the cake into the dustbin. However, I told to myself that I need to finish spreading even it appeared to be unappetizing. As this was my effort for the whole morning just to stir and mix the ingredients together with my empty stomach as I was too excited to making the cake until not yet even had my breakfast at 12pm. Fortunately, the outcome of the second layer after steamed was not that terrible and even quite good in appearance. The moral of the story are persevere and focus the goal that was first initiated.

The last layer of batter was spread and steamed for about 15 minutes. One of the tips given by the recipe is that assure the first layer of batter was cooked before adding the next. However, I failed to do this and it made me quite nervous what was the outcome of my trial in steaming cake. Anyway, another tip from my personal view is that the fire to steam the cake must be big to make sure sufficient heats are given to cook the entire cake. In addition, you need to make sure your water will not dry off due to excessive heating process.

To have a look what’s the result of my first trial in steaming Chocolate Marie Biscuits Cake, I guess the photos below able to explain the outcome better than my description. For your information, the photos and the garnishes were my DIY production.

Chocolate Marie Biscuits Cake

Hence, I can say this is 100% William Ng ®. Wakakaka…

Without wondering, my one month holiday passed. What have I done throughout the month? I really have no idea. I was supposed to work yet unable to find a suitable job that really fit my intention to stay only two months as I am in my semester break currently. Most of the employer heard that I merely able to work for a short period of time. Most not really want to accept me, even I am qualified to be their staff.

I guess one of the problems for me is that I am too honest. Whenever during the interview, the interviewer asked “how long you can work?” The answer will always be two months as I really have less than two months I can work for them in fact. However, if I could tell lie; I could have worked the first day of being interviewed. Unfortunately, I just could not get myself telling lie just for a job because I know the employer will be going to suffer after my resign. He or she will need to put on the advertisement in the newspaper for the Job Vacancy.

Another situation I found is that they will be disadvantage if you are university student yet applying for a job like promoter in Time Square. As they will usually ask you “what do you study first?” I have this experience that I went to Isetan in Lot 10 for interview as a sale promoter for clothes. The interviewer asked me and I told her. She asked me back a question which might sound really weird, “Do you have any fashion sense?” I was out of witnessed how to reply and I said that this is my first job as a promoter and I wished to experience variety of working environment. The reply from her was that “OMG, you never as a promoter yet you still dare and come and apply for this position?” The first impression from me was that you are so weird indeed, why not a 20 years old “teenager” to be a promoter? But, I did not speak it out and I kept silent.

So, as a university student, you are not top up on the hill. You will still have the opportunity being hurt by someone out there. Not saying that she was wrong to comment me, because what she was thinking was that she does not want to employ a newbie to work for her. In this case, there is no wrong or correct comment; it is just what and which position you are looking in this issue. I can only say there is not everyone out there really willing to give opportunity to newbie. If they are willing to offer to you a chance of learning is all your luck, if they do not; they really have the right to do so.

In fact, I found that not everything in this earth happened in the way we planned. At the very first place, I planned to work 2 jobs together in a day to earn extra money. A part time teacher in primary school and a promoter in The Store near Pudu area, yet I failed to do so. I found that my first intention to be a teacher is really wrong. I thought to involve myself in education will fit my standard as a university student. However, I was so naïve in this context. I really spent about 2 weeks time just finding something did not have any pay back. I was indeed disappointed until a level I admitted to myself that I am a failure, a job also cannot find by me. During that period of time, I found that if I finish my study, yet I face the same problem of finding job, I will be more stressful than now.

Anyway, I found it great to have gone through that few weeks of despair time and I was so lucky that I still have my family members to support me. I have interviewer for a job as teacher in OUG and nearly want to sign up, however due to the reason they signed me up is for part time and the working areas are too far as well as transport needed to prepare by ourselves. I found that it really sounded like very untruthful as they advertised for a full time teacher and on that day itself before we discuss the agreement, he did ask for his staff has anyone to recommend to work as full time in the center. However, when I asked “can I convert myself to be a full time teacher?” *as full time teacher can be paid as high as RM1500-RM2000 as settled in the newspaper.  The answer is no and he said that he has enough person. So, what was I said here is the trick being used by the persons today. Hence, just be careful to be cheated sometime.

Next, I went to interview as a sole assistant in Genting with my friends. I found that Genting is a big company so is also a good shelter for person like me. At first I wished to interview as the Guest Service Customer position. However, it was limited to permanent working staff merely. At first, I really have no idea what do I need to do as a sole assistant. After the interview, I was told that it needs to work in casino for the gambling machine “Lou Hu machine”. Due to the reason of the salary is low and I found that I could find the same offer here in KL, hence I reluctant the offer at my final decision.

At last, I worked for e- Promode which is an agent company for training promoter to supermarket and hypermarket. Since the day I have joined the company, I have worked on a project with the duration 2 weeks only weekend. To be a promoter in the hypermarket and supermarket, it is not as hard as I thought. The product training is the easiest as due to the reason I have received a product that really fit what I have studied. The project is a Nestle Nesvita Omega Plus, it is basically an adult milk product. So, the focus group will be basically range from age 19 to 50 years old. They are my target!

You really have no idea what was the feeling of being the first day promoter. Moreover, my working place is in Jusco Maluri. Yes, you do not see wrongly, it is in Jusco where is well known because of its strict rules. However, the rules not really effective to me as I always fulfill it for example no highlighted hair, no long fingernail and etc. May be I was studied in MBS before, I found it really is not a big duel to me. Wahahaha…

I was not guided to the working place, I was out of my idea where is the entrance for staff, I was doubt that I able to bring hand phone inside my working place and etc, etc……

These were my first worry when starting off my work. I was given a contact number that she is the “senior there”. She might be able to help me to settle my problem. I was told that I need to prepare the samples in chill. Hence, I was told to buy mineral water to prepare the sample. I was not tasted the milk product before, hence I really have no idea what will be the favor and taste of that milk product.

First day of work, I felt like pain in my both legs after the 8 hours working time. I had never been a promoter before due to one of the reason is that it requires standing which might be a kind of trouble for me. However, I felt better for the next day of work as I think I have adapted to it. Luckily, I have someone really helped me a lot whenever I faced any problems; she is Jyu Yann, a young girl who will be in university soon. She is nice and helpful as well as easy to interact with and I felt like she is my friend but not my colleague.

In fact, I was quite enjoyed in this project and learnt a lot from my mistakes too. It made me knew how to promote and approach to strangers easier if I would like to promote my own products in future. Moreover, the product that I promoted was having strong selling points for me to make the sales. Thus, I will usually make my sale target which is 30 pax for everyday.

The selling point are this product is the first Malaysian Milk Product that having a triple goodness. Firstly, it contains omega3 and 6 for maintaining a better heart condition. Secondly, it does consist of Acticol which is a kind of plant sterol that functions in lower down the bad cholesterol in the body if we consume it. Scientists proved that it able to reduce 7% of the bad cholesterol in the body after 30 days consumed. Thirdly, it is high in calcium and if you take 2 glasses a day, day and night; you will be able to receive 100% of the recommended daily intake of the calcium. Furthermore, it is reduced fat milk product; it simply means that it contains 60% low fat composition if relative to full cream milk. Hence, you will not need to worry that drinking this milk product will make you gain weight. In addition, you can have this product in other fit other purposes for example cooking. We knew that “santan” is not healthy to us; hence I am here to recommend to you this product to cook curry for an example.

Generally, the above are all my selling points. Therefore, if you are nutritional aware persons, you should be able to accept this product easily and they used to ask me question like “what is the difference between your products with Anlene?” I could not make a direct comparison in this case due to sensitive issue like conflict with the promoter of Anlene. So, usually what I will do is that I will reemphasize my selling point 1 and 2. The reason being that as mentioned before this is the first Malaysia product that having the triple goodness, hence usually the clients will accept and might end with grabbing one for a trial.

I can roughly classify the customers into three groups. One is that they are money minded as like me; the price will still be the ultimate determinant for purchase. In this case, we have to cut down the long elaboration of the facts and faster straight to the point-promotion price/ cut down how much/ save how much and etc. If you keep telling him or her facts, perhaps your customer will just stop you from continuing your elaboration.  If you straight to the point, perhaps they will consider your product and stop for another 30 seconds for the decision making on hold period for you. This will be the golden time for me to start attack  clients with the benefits and need to enlarge the picture of promotion in their mind so they will buy your product. Hence, here is the technique I will use for convincing my customer.

Next, the other group will probably like what I have said just now, they really inquiry the benefits of having your products. They do not mind to spend their money on product but they want the value in spending too. Hence, this group of people will need extra elaboration of the facts. For example, create the scenario of the seriousness of the heart disease as first Malaysia killing disease that killed a lot of Malaysian. Owing to this reason, Nestle is more focused on this issue and came out with this product, this is a 3 in 1 product as it will maintain your heart, bone and artery as well as veins in your body. For me, I really thinks this is a wonderful experience for me especially when I need to counseling my clients in future as dietitian.

The third group of people will be mixed of first and second group, this is more likely to be the challenging part as they will not decide based on one factor but more than that, hence it might need more passion to convince them.How to judge among these three groups of people? The answer is experience helps me to make a general judgment at first glance!

Anyway, I felt happy to have this as my job. In term of learning a new thing, I am able to have flexibility of working time merely on weekend although I might sacrifice my plan to go out somewhere during weekend.

This post was written when I was having my exam.

Date  :30.04.2009

Exam has nearly come to the end. There are 3 more papers to go; the feeling of mine now is conflict. From one angle of view, I wish exam can end it right now; from another angle of view, I wish to maintain this moment as I know I will be leaving KTSN in another 7 days. I will only sleep another 7 days in KTSN’s mattress. I will only be the resident of E408 for another 7 days. After that, I totally need to remove and shift out all my belonging back to my home. This is sort of like conflict feeling for me, I admitted that I am an emotion person especially a place that I really sent my one year here.

After these 7 days, I wouldn’t be the resident of E408. A room that left so many memories and a space that I started to train to be independent. I have once experience to stay away from home that is when working in Genting. However, the feeling is totally different. In KTSN, I can easily find someone to chat with and spend my days there. I can lock myself in my room to just concrete study and read my notes. This can last for 10 hours in a day. What’s an amazing record in my life! At home, I never have the record to study about more than 3 hours unless exam. The most will be 5 hours.

E408 is a room of mine, I treated it as my second home and now I will forever leaving this room without return. Right now, I could say treasure the remaining days in KTSN. Make the best memories in KTSN, another advantage which I found when stay in KTSN is I able to go jogging easily without any hesitate. It is just right in front of our college there is a big Titiwangsa lake. I could jog anytime when I feel like extremely saturated of studying. Hence, kind of like leading a healthy lifestyle here.

The mood of my now not really bad or happy, a normal feeling and wish to finish study my epidemiology and genetic as well as my biochemistry lab test as soon as possible. For the previous days, I did not have much to comment, just stay cool with me and wish me best of luck in my exam. And for my friends who are having exam, good luck to you too.

Date        :    15.5.2009 -17.5.2009
Period    :    3 days 2 nights in Banting

A trip that was planned years ago and finally able to make it comes true. He is Keng, one of my best partners while I was working in Genting. He lives in Banting and that is why we went to his hometown for a visit. I hadn’t been there before. I could say it was a great trip and really fun!

Yuen fatt and I took KTM to Serdang to wait for the arrival of my friend to fetch us back to his hometown. I guessed of being excited, we were there much earlier than expected. After my friend reached at the Serdang KTM, we kick started our wonderful journey and heading to his hometown-Banting. Before that, we were fetched to his university for a brief one round tour. I found that University Tenaga Nasional (UNITEN) is such a huge campus and the buildings are well designed as well as with modern sense. In comparison to my university, I would say UNITEN far more concern about the architectures of its campus.

In order to go to Banting, we need to pass through Putrajaya and follow the signboard to Dengkil. I was told that Dengkil is a town but relatively small than Banting. I could say it was a short journey drive from Serdang to Banting as my friend said it merely required about an hour similar travel to Genting or even lesser time. Along the journey, we have a chat and gossiping news that happened around us. It was such a long time we never met each other since last year. Even though we were not studying in the same area, we did keep in touch with each other through msn and blogging. Today, while chatting with one of my university’s friend, she was surprised we still able to keep a close relationship even after many years.  Indirectly, it shows to us how’s magnificent blogging power in playing a role to maintain a friendship…

A short while, we reached in Banting. Firstly, we had our lunch in a roadside hawker stall. It was a stall that order fried dishes. Keng ordered for us the 3 dishes, one of them is the chief’s recommended dish in this stall and got reported in the newspaper. The dish sort of like fried mushroom with meats and it is tasty and delicacy and the other dishes are full with style of hometown. “Three dishes and one soup” is a typical Chinese diet’s culture,  hence I really felt like at home.

After had our lunch, Keng fetched us back to his house for a rest. It is a single storey house and with garden like semi-D in KL. Keng told me that it was his grandfather’s land and owing to his ancestor was from China and at that time when arrived in Malaysia, they brought the land. Hence, a raw with consist of 5 houses all are his relative. Keng is the eldest son with two sibling- one younger sister and one youngest brother. His grandmother and grandfather live with them. I was so embarrassed to say throughout the period in Banting, I never able to talk with neither grandmother nor grandfather due to communication problem. They speak Hokien the only language and I really had no idea how to converse.

After sufficient rest, we went to his father’s wood factory. It was located in the palm oil farm and was surrounded with palm trees. Keng introduced us his mother, a friendly and a nice mother as well as a competence officer. She takes control over the office and the workers there. A lot of information was obtained from his mother as she explained to us while bringing us to visit the factory. To determine a good quality of a wood piece, it must not consist of any holes due to woodborer and growth rings as they will cause break of wood piece while further process into furniture or others. From Keng’s mother, we were told that the wood sources are usually from durian trees and manggis tree.

I was shown how a tree can be processed into pieces of wood. It was through efficient machine to cut them into pieces. When I was young, I used to wonder how tree in round could be produced as rectangular shape. And now I finally saw in front of my eyes, just like cutting cake. However, if you do any mistake in cutting cake, perhaps you might just get injured and with wound. But here, you might lost your precious hand due to high speed rotation of the saw chain functioned by machine.

A tree can be cut into pieces and the remaining part of the tree still can be sold to get money. The corner part of the tree which cannot be cut into pieces will be piled up as woodpile to be sold as combustion source. Even though the sawdust consist its value that is to be sold and further processed as fertilizer due to it is a best habitat for earthworm. In addition, it can be sold as hamster’s sawdust. The prices of the tree is calculated in tonne, each tonne yield about few thousands ringgit depends on the quality. Keng’s mother said, the whole tree can be sold into money, none of them are wasted. It will be exported out to Japan, China and others countries to yield a better price by normally it will be done by the agent.

She even told us that the problem that had to face in doing business, quite “kacau of the GOV people loo…”, again cour_ption my dear! You should know what I am meant! Really a tough job to be accomplished! However, Keng’s mother said all these need practices and once picked up, you will know the way too. That is why I described her mother as competence woman. This factory is run by his father with his uncles, hence it can be considered as familial business.

After the tour to factory, we were fetched to Morib near the beachside for a drinks and leisure walk. His grandfather was once lived in this area before and later moved into where they live now. Although we cannot find crystal clear water here, but teh tarik colour seaside can still be observed. Blow of humid wind carrying smell of sea salt can be felt here. A few couples are playing near the beachside and had a wonderful period together. We drunk coconut water and ate a traditional cooked style for squid-chip which can only be found in Banting. We waited until the sunset and chatted while waiting as well as took photos together. It was a romantic day while observing the sunset but it will be better if the one sit beside is your lover. Hahaa…

The sunset, dark had covered the sky and Keng fetched us to buy souvenir- i.e. kerepek. The owner is one of his relative who is Malay. After that, we had our dinner in as western restaurant and had our steak meal. I found that the stalls in Banting are like KL, they opened until 10pm plus. After the dinner, we went back to home and got rest for the challenge tomorrow-hill climbing.

We started our journey to Bukit Jugra at around 8am. The hill is a military hill that is used by the armies for practice. Besides that, the downhill is a grave site for Chinese and just felt a bit scary when I was traveled down alone after being abandoned by my friend. Haha… The hill is not difficult to climb and I will label it as morning walk rather than climbing hill. However, the scenery there is fascinating and beautiful as shown in the photos. Owing to I am a city boy, the natural view is seldom observed in the city and I felt like really coexisted with the nature once I stepped on the hill.  Anyway, it was really a fantastic feeling.

Almost the entrance of the Bukit Jugra, there is a farm which was specially built for the Sultan of Selangor for deer’s meat supply. Due to the Sultan has passed away; the site was abandoned until now and left no deer but bushes. A thought just ran through my mind, what’s a luxurious lifestyle for a Sultan.

After the tired exercise, we went back for a shower and later Keng brought us to have our breakfast. It was a unique meal that only found in Banting. It is almost similar with “Ma Bu Teh” but not really the same as it consists of two colours- white and dark black. The taste is slightly less strong if relative to “Ma Bu Teh” but savored with home style favor. The white soup was tasted a bit bitter as it was cooked with bitter gourd. In short describe-“Hochak!”

Another tourist spot in Banting is……Police Station. You might be wondering why is the Police Station became tourist spot, the reason being that it is grand and well architectural building like palace or hotel.  After breakfast, we rest for a while and continue our journey to Bukit Tinggi where is closed to Klang for a movie. The cinema is located in the Jusco and the Jusco is considered as big as Pavillon in KL. Hence, don’t you think that town area is not well developed or not concerned by the government nowadays! The movie we watched was Angel and Demon. If really want me to rate, I will give about 90% as it is directed adventurously and full of critical thinking. Briefly saying, it is a movie that worth to be watched in the cinema. The cinema was damn cool until my fingers were nearly frozen and hard to move. Luckily, I was wearing long pant, if not I guess I might got into sick already…

Right after the movie, we rushed to the toilet and went out straight to outdoor to regain our body heat regeneration. Looked at the time, is tea break time and we decided to high-tea in Old Town Restaurant. I have tasted espresso mocha in Sg. Wang and it is really suitable drinks for all walks of life as the taste is commonly acceptable by the public. However, espresso mocha is not the same as coffee mocha. The coffee mocha is far more “weird” taste than what I had as espresso mocha. So, ladies and gentleman please don’t mix up these two and thought that they are the same.

After the high tea break, we walked around in the shopping mall and my friend, Keng bought himself a cap. He told me that for guys, we only required an item in our dressing to look nice and presentable and one of the items is cap. I felt agree too when started observing the guys around the shopping mall. An item is sufficient enough to carry a guy’s character. Later on, we went back and had our dinner. We had a new guest with us in our dinner; he is Quan, Keng’s youngest brother. He is currently student and need to face for SPM exam. Retrospect the past; we had gone through that level nearly 4 years ago. The kind of fears during SPM examination was not there anymore and without realizing we are now at the level of university, taking degree course.  I could only able to comment, time flies.

We ordered a chicken, a fish, 1kg crab and clam/ “Lala” as well as a dish of vegetable which was an abundance meal for 4 of us. The fish was among the tastiest dishes which the method of cook was new for me. “Oil soak” is the term and it is a new term for me too, but anyway it is delicious to be tasted. The clams also taste not bad and one of the factors that contribute to the savor is freshness. The seafood was caught and cooked at the same day, thus freshness is the biggest advantage here. There was a small trouble for me as I was spilt over my face and shirt -the juicy from the crab when Quan tried breaking the hard shell of crab by using an instrument. However, I did not get angry as I knew that he did it with no intention.

This meal was sponsored by Keng’s mother. I should say quite cheap as it only cost us about RM60+. If we ate the same meal in KL, I will say it must be up to RM 100+ with the minimum. After the meal, Keng fetched us back and owing to his friends from Sarawak came to his hometown, he went to meet them for a short gathering. Yuen Fatt and I were in his house and we started to discuss back some of the Mathematic knowledge. I had been one year plus never touched Mathematic as most of my subjects require reading and understanding as well as memorizing but not figures solving. Even though I left Mathematic for long period of time, but I still be able to catch up easily as the fundamental was taught and saved into my memories years ago and I just need a starter to combust and ran the machine only. You might be asking me, “Why are you studying back the Mathematic?” The reason being that would like to be a part time tuition teacher and this is must knowledge for me in order to grab a seat as the position of teacher.

Last night in Banting, we felt tired too. Hence, we bed early than expected. A silent night and peaceful surrounding caused me to fall asleep until morning without awake. It was a sweet sleep and day of unbearable sorrow as we were required to back to where we from and lead back our real life. A town gave us an environment that is closed to nature and freedom. We were isolated from the noisy city, heavy vehicle such as bus and sound pollution. The lifestyle here is slow yet with high productivity. The people here are friendly and nice to be interacted. The rate of carrying living is relax and less stressful than in town. Once, I asked myself, “Is this what I am looking for?” —I don’t know. However, I am sure that this is a place I will be back in someday for me to search for the answer. Thank Keng for organized this wonderful trip for us and I really appreciate what’s you have done. Thank Keng’s family for treating us and gave us place for accommodation in your house as well as treated us a few meals.

This is a wonderful journey. In fact, we need not to have any modern or sophisticated environment for a first class tour. There is always something top of materialistic satisfaction… it is the sincere heart. I am glad to say that I found it in your home and I am really glad to be there. Although there were neither crystal clear water beach nor exciting theme park, but the culture of this town is much more valuable than the others.

A journey should not be leveraged into first class or low class. Some might say, a small town, there is nothing much to explore. In fact, it is you to determine where to explore and what’s to explore. The great of world, there are always things that we have not even seen. Even a small town could have its unique culture and tradition. If you are a good traveler, you will never miss the chance to experience it and took as many photos as possible. If you would say the trip is boring and without any excitement.  I will say that you are a part of the journey and playing a role in it too. If the trip is boring that is you did not carry out your responsible well enough. You have 100% control over a journey and to make it to be interesting. Hence, even a small town can mean a lot for an enthusiastic traveler.

At last, Banting trip- Mission Accomplish!

It has been a long time I never dropped by here. A lot to tell but did not know how to kick starting it. Perhaps, just let my friends out there to know my recent news first. Yes, I am having a marathon exam for 3 weeks long. It is kind of like great to have time to study for the subsequent paper. Without realizing, I was examined two papers and waiting for another killing paper next Monday. Haha…

I knew that medic’s students have finished their final today after a week nonstop examination. I really have to say, they are the brave one to gone through the exams. Enjoy yourself for the holiday, play as much as possible. What’s about me? I will still be in KTSN fighting for the subsequent paper”S”.
What’s the feeling of mine now? In fact, I am a bit down and not in mood now. The reason being the papers that have tested on me really make me felt that way… Perhaps our lecturers are new for this semester, hence past year did not help us a lot but this was what I had focused more. I did not blame anyone for this but myself because I knew that past year just a reference for me to know roughly how the paper will be tested on me.

I was shocked to look at the questions in the paper that related to something absolutely new for me. People thought I can answer the question but I could not. I just have my tried to fill in whenever that was glanced at once in the note. I did study. If you ask me, compare to last semester, which do you think you read more? I would say, “This semester”. However, I really did not know is my effort being appreciated or not. As the paper in PPM and ASM really make me to have a kind of feeling that I did not pay much effort.

I really don’t know how… How does the result will be? How am I going to face the subsequent paper? The moment I sat for the paper, I said to myself even though you did not really know the answer, write something related to it, who’s know your answer is correct. This was the least I could do for the papers that were tested because I really did not what’s more I could do for my paper. I saw a few of my friends went out the exam hall so early and I kept saying to myself- “No, you cannot leave now, stay here. I know it is hard but if you choose to leave now, I bet you will be regret later. Stay until the last minute, think and read again the paper to look for any other clues, think logically the questions and try to answer it in your own way but not following the facts in notes (*as note really have the facts and need to remember really killing me and what I do at that moment is to roughly write out the idea based on my memories).”

Yeah, I fought the papers until the last minute even though I did not really have the idea what’s I written there is correct or not. For me, I have tried my very best to finish the paper without even a single minute wasted for leaving early. In my point of view, it is not the matter of how well you answered in the exam, is the matter of “Have you done your best at the 2 hours and 30 minutes? Have you tried your best to answer?” If the answer is yes, then you will leave no regret behind you as once you stepped out from the exam hall, the controlled is no longer up to you to decide.

I grabbed the moment that I really have 100% controlled of my paper and did my best. The remaining, I left for tomorrow, but in term of courage to stay until the last minute for the paper, I praised myself- Yes, I have done it. Gambateh! Nothing is impossible if you make it possible! Just believe! I can do it! I can do it! I can do it!

It was an awesome day. It was Makan Malam Kolej. I was shocked in my life that we were all being invited to dinner without even paid a sen. The venue is such a grand ballroom although it is sort of like hall. The place is near Chow Kit monorail station. A great memory for me and I was glad I went there on yesterday function.

It was a traditional wearing dinner which required the participants to wear traditional clothes. In fact, I thought going for the sake of merit as we have the Kompetensi Generik. So, most of my friends are with the same thought like me, hence we didn’t really dress up nice on that particular dinner. What I meant was for the minority of us in real as we was shocked when the time we went, all sorts of traditional wears were seen every corner of the ballroom.

It was the very first experience of mine to wear traditional dressing. My clothes are baju Melayu and I was borrowed by one of my coursemate. I was wondering how to wear the damping as I totally out of witnessed. Luckily, I have a Malay friend to help me up here and we were quite amused when come to the problem when I need to go toilet. It was such a mess if I undressed the damping when I go to toilet as it needed two people to wear that damping.

The only problem I found for this dinner was that it started to late almost 9pm. We were starving and the dishes were in front of us with the fragrance flowed out from the dishes when it was preserved as warm. 24节令鼓 is one of the shows that I wished to watch yet did not have the chance until yesterday. Quite a lot of performance for that night and suddenly one question crossed over my mind. Where is the budget came from? Another shocked for me when I was watching the performance, a senior approached me to take photos for the competition of best dressing. I was stunned for a moment and said in my deep heart, “what’s the hell? Am I heard it wrong? It was my first time in my life that someone admired my dressing perhaps I guessed because I was dressed as Malay.

Then, when the time came to the flash show, it touched me and let me retrospect a lot of memories in KTSN. Another thought crossed into my mind, our pengetua really sacrificed a lot and brought a lot of new renaissance to KTSN until we are sort of like improving every day. Without wondering, I was staying in KTSN for nearly 1 year. Although I was a PBSM group –i.e. back home always but I have treated KTSN as my second home. I was taught to be independent here with the biggest change in my life that I washed my clothes by myself manually. At home, it was done by the machine and not by hands; hence I did adapt myself in KTSN. Retrospect the events that I have involved MMP…PT…PAP…4KL…debate….bitter and sweet memories are all instilled in my soul. I wish I could pause the time, pause the memories between us, the time we chat, the time we minum tea together, the time we knocked at our friends’ door in the same floor and discussing matters, the time we had ghost story time, the time we Plan B the lucky one and the time we bear our tiredness to be together to run a function and a lot others……

Knowing that we might be apart as most of us might move out from KTSN but I wished the memories will still be buried deep in our memories and the smile and laugher we experienced once in that moment will remained in our history……Thanks for all the memories that brought to me, I am glad and proud to be a KTSN resident in the year of 2008/2009.

Venue: The Legend Hotel

Date: 14.3.2009

It was a memorable day for JPD as this was the first course night that we had since entered university. I heard that it was a 3 stars hotel and we all need to pay about RM85 for each person. Perhaps, it was a little bit expensive and I just wished that I could have more time in taking photos with my course mates.

It was shocked as I saw most of my course mate had a 360 degree change after dressing up. Make up and style hair really play tremendous role in molding personality of a particular person especially for ladies. I did expect and looking forward to see the transformation of my course mate especially for the girls who never made up in kuliah. I couldn’t even think how can they change and once saw; it really gave me a shocked and made me out of witness. OMG! What’s the Hell!!! You all better wear like that in kuliah so that the lesson wouldn’t that boring every time.

In fact, I did plan for the dressing during course night for myself. The right of dressing reserved to William Ng. The hair style was done by my friend, kar hau.. thanks a lot for helping me in this because I really seldom did any styling on m hair.

It was pouring on that day. For gentleman, it might still ok but for ladies. It was such a tough task to walk from their room to the front gate. Besides, the guard did ask for the reason and the dressings of the ladies as they did not cover themselves fully as Malay. However, do you wish to know our excuses? Haha…we said that we were invited by our senior for a wedding party. It was such a fun and good view watching our course mate like cat walking along the road towards the bus which was waiting outside KTSN.

Friendly speaking, we had late and the due to this we all like rushing like hell to setup our performance. I was damn busy and stress with my singing group throughout past few weeks. Even some of my friends did notice me very stressful. Luckily, all came to the end and I did appreciate the hard time 11 of us bear together and prasticed as a team. They included Kar Hau, Mei Xin, Ivy, Pei Yong, Verona, Sim Yee, Kai Yin, Sing Jui, Chi Yee,Kok Hau and me.

Unfortunately, I found that the seniors especially for the 4th year seniors did not really responded to us well and I felt like we performed and they just as an onlooker role there without even giving any moral support. Moreover, thought us as transparent and kept taking photos. Hello, please lah, you all are old enough to think and if you are the one on stage and yet people did not even put an eye on you, would you be enthusiastic to continue performing. I meant some of them lah not all. Really like iceberg….cool like hell…..

Then, another weakness of the night I noticed was that we did not have sufficient time to take photos. I knew we did have a lot of functions be cut off due to time consuming. Actually, my brady needs to perform dance but not enough time to let them do so. Hence, I should say next time need not to have so many performances and just make it simple, fast and efficient. I noticed that we did not even have chance to go out for shooting purpose and all the background of the photos almost the same and not attractive as well. In short, what’s the point to wear so called like prince and princess is mainly because take as many as photos in different angles. And, I could see that the picture did not even have mode and lack of good views.

However, I managed to escape myself just for the sake of taking photos like orang kampung masuk bandar, until the staffs there also reluctant to take any actions on us. There was the few photos considered as moderate good view lash, I found even one staircase where located near the lift was such a wonderful and perfect spot of view as well as the piano.

Anyway, we even took photos in the cafe with the limited background and space. Damn pity until so rushed for the whole event and did not even have any leisure time to sit and talk with my grandbrady and have a good conversation with them. I hoped that it will improve well next year as I really did not want to be so rush and I wished I tired

because I enjoyed not because I rushed for show as superstar or Cinderella.

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At last, the exam had finished. After being bombarded with the overwhelming works in PAP, I remained two more weeks for the preparation of Mid Sem. I even “trapped” myself in my room for studied until last Friday. Finally, the disaster week had past. I felt like totally relieved from the stress of exam.

Within these two weeks, I had kept myself in room even though I could go back home. I cannot really describe the feeling of missing home yet unable to go back even though I know I can make it. It was the 15th day of Chinese New Year; people used to spent it with their family or lover. Yet, I did not. Kind of like emo too lah when everyone went back and remained me in that silent block. No one to look for and really felt like lonely at that moment.

I cooked as I was in KTSN. It was the first experience for me to cook in my room. I know it sounds like ridiculous. However, I really did it. I went to Chow Kit wet market for buying the vegetables and canned food. And most vitally, fruits. Really cheap buying fruits in Chow Kit, you will never had the same price in anywhere except here. RM 5 for 10 oranges. So, cheap…

I did an experiment on the vegetable storage duration. Mostly, if you had the vege from wet market, it will usually last for two days the maximum without any special treat of it, namely Broccoli. I found that Broccoli sold in Chow Kit quite expensive as it caused RM2 for just one small basket. If you asked me which is the cheapest vegetable, I will say cabbage as the cheapest price I could get is about RM1.30. Hahaha…it can be my two days dishes.

If you asked me, why should I find the trouble to cook and why not buying food in cafe? Perhaps, my answer is- it caused cheaper but time-consuming when you cook. However, when the moment you are eating the food, you will have the sense of satisfaction. It cannot be explained but I can feel it. Although it caused trouble in cleaning, but I guessed this is also a part of my stress management strategy. If I said, I did study every day. In fact, I am actually cheating on you. As I cannot cope with it and I might even be crazy if it happened to me.

So, when I was too stressful to read further the textbook, I will be my cooking time. I can neglect all the Krebs cycle, sterilization… The beauty of cooking is that I can even remember the characteristic of starch. I applied and manipulated it while cooking rice. Start from gelatinization, then Formation of Gel, next Retrogradation, last is dextrinization.

Coming back to my feeling of after exam, it is really a good relieve for me. Ultimately, I could go back home. I “trapped” myself for two weeks just for the sake of study. It was 5pm plus after finished the PPM exam. My friends and I went to Times Square for an outing. We planned to watch movie. So, we made a decision to watch Daisy and Benjamin. Before watched the movie, we had our dinner a Japanese Restaurant.

If I would like to grad the movie, it will be FIVE star. The reason being, it was the first movie that I ever watched used a perfect management of story yet not to over or sounded illogical. I was touched by the first scene until the last. This is indeed a good movie I would like to share my feeling here.

The story set to be as in current but retrospect the past of the character. It gave me a space of thinking when the sentence appeared in the movie. “My friend doesn’t have the chance to say good bye to her, I wish I could say good bye to you”…It was an uncomfortable feeling and I asked myself, will I be doing it as well. If so, am I brave to accept the fact that my parentis actually leaving me. In fact, this question came to me when I was young. At that time, I will have the thought of suicide if they are not here anymore. However, the feeling now is different. I don’t feel like suicide but survive because I know how hard my parent brought me to this mother earth. How difficult they raised me up, if I choose to suicide then all the hard work done by them will be a waste.

Then, the next question came again, when a baby born to be abnormal or even a “monster” look. Will I abandon him? If you see him in you backyard, will you keep him and raise him up although you was advised that he cannot live long. Will you be patient enough to carry this baby work through the obstacles in front him and neglect the critics that other people looked at you?

I just think that will I be strong enough in my religion that the baby deserves a life to sustain. I doubt that will I take the trouble to raise him by my own. Perhaps, God knows my will. Benjamin is a child that is different relative to the others who was born to be an old people. And yet, his mother who adopted him did not give up and always stand by him to guide him. Even though, she knew that he might not live long but she said, God bring this baby here, he is special.

When this child grow up to be a teenager…..then adult. The physical and appearance changed. From old to young. And he found that he actually had the ability of growing younger as the age increase. He really tasted all sorts of spicy in life from a sailor to a warrior. He joined the army force for the World War Two. He was so fortunate to survive. He did meet up his life partner. However, when the days past, he found that he could not live with them anymore as her wife had his baby.

He knew that one day, he will turned to be a child and this time, he will no longer able to take care of his family and even need his wife to take care of two of them. I t was really a sad part of this story and decision to make as to leave them. You loved them so much yet could not see them anymore.

One day, Benjamin was found and Daisy came to see him. Daisy is an old lady now but Benjamin is a child. And when Benjamin died, he was a baby. Dasiy hugged him and he jsut died in silent and could not even understand anything from Daisy. Sad…

So, after watched the movie, it gave a lot of space of thinking. I was glad that to bear as normal. I thank a lot as I am still healthy.

After watched the movie, we were supposed to go back. And I should be backing home as I can walked back within distance. It was because of the need to pee, I went to toilet. And it was because of the toilet, I changed my direction to go back home. And it was bcause changing path, I met them again. And it was because we watched Daisy and Benjamin, we were still at Times Square at 11.45pm. So, the final decision we made was sing K.

So excited as we never experienced sing K at late night. We did enjoy so much and I felt like every was so HiGh as we really enjoy it so much. As usual, it spent more expensive at the midnight package and we were charged for RM45++ for a person. Yet, we felt like a great experience for us too. It was 4am in the morning. In fact everyone just felt like tired but need to bear with it. So, we walked to the Mc Donald to chat and we spent about 2 and half hours there. A great and wonderful memory for us to spend a day together and I enjoyed so much.

At 6.50am, all of us really to go back. And I was the only one left them and back alone by morning walk to home. A long the street, there are people walking and ready to go to work for them. For me, I walked because I want to sleep. As I walked back, a lot of flashback of things in my mind. About the dinner we had, about the movie of Daisy and Benjamin, about the wonderful time of singing K, chatting together in Mc Donald and much more……………..