My dream finally comes true…
I have always envied my cousin, Zhi Hong, to able enter local Matriculation. Now, God realized my dream! I am the one of the 10% non-bumiputras who got selected for Matriculation!!! I am sooooo lucky…..
Nah…I don’t think so. I am also the most unlucky one to get a place as far as Perlis. God...From the south-est part to the north-est part of Malaysia! All alone…no relatives, no friends. After much consideration, this and that, Dad said “It’s a rare opportunity… Go for it.” Hence, the decision is made.
I will be leaving…on the twelfth May…er…should be eleventh…and now I still left about…two weeks time. This is my first time leaving home to such a far place. I will certainly, surely, definitely miss my parents a lot. Mum’s cooking, her super lame jokes, her nagging, complaining, questions, requests and all. Dad’s cold jokes, his ‘never want to listen’ nagging, over concerning and bla bla bla. Maybe I should be happy instead. After I gone, I won’t be able to hear them quarreling and shouting to each other, saving my tears for them. Haha?
Till this moment, I still couldn’t feel any reality about going Perlis. It doesn’t seem real at all. I can’t believe myself living with three other Malays (total strangers) in one room, waking up myself, no ready breakfast and importantly, no more nagging.
I find Mum behaving weirdly these days. Probably because couldn’t bear me to go Perlis. She has been continuously cracking lame jokes which are not funny at all. She said these,
“After you gone to Perlis, I can turn on the TV loudly, but I will fix the antenna first to able to watch Channel 8.”
“After you leave, I will sing karaoke everyday…loudly.”
“After you leave, no one will help me to pass the thread through needle hole.”
And I just answered her with....”Haha…Yea right, zzz.”
In fact, I do worry a lot about Mum. All these while, she has been relying on me for her daily life. Little things like reading those small numbers on cards, translating words, charging her phone, reloading, reading messages, taking out her specs while she is driving, checking out for signboards, reminding her not to speed on highways and lots more…
Ma…please take care when I am not by your side. I will do my best there…love you always…
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
date i was BoRN
I am turning 18!!! 18 means I can drink beers. 18 also means I need to grow mature, no more being like a child cause I am already a grown up! Haha…
Twelve struck. Phone rang. Leay Ying made a call all the way from Subang to sing me a birthday song. It was really surprising and touching. Felt that we were back to the past. I could sense the warmth and laughter from their apartment. Everyone there took turn to wish me Happy Birthday, Ke Er, Ying Xian, Huei Ling, Asther and Wei Han. I really miss all of you there. Sometimes I envy very much that LY, KE and YX could be there together. Convent life…I will never forget.
Then I received few messages from friends here and there and there was one special one. Jasmine sent her wishes all the way from Melbourne and Wern from Perth.
Night time, my parents and I went out for dinner. Sort of memorable to have meal together and there might be less chance in the future. Mum and Dad had this silly argument about my date of birth which made me laugh till tears dropped. Lolx! Dad said that I should be considered younger than my cousin as I was born two months earlier. Mum did not agree with that. And there goes their silly arguments. Then they told me that I was only 1.9kg when I was born, very tiny. Dad said that my nanny laughed at my size and said “Look at her leg, does it looks like a drumstick?” My god…how can she… Mum said that the nanny fed me with only little milk. Does that explain my height now? I heard that I was abused at that time and my parents knew that when my nanny’s neighbor complained to them that she took off my clothes and put me under no roof whenever I cried. I am really speechless about her.
Whatever it is, 17th April 2008 is a happy day for me and I am fully contented…
Twelve struck. Phone rang. Leay Ying made a call all the way from Subang to sing me a birthday song. It was really surprising and touching. Felt that we were back to the past. I could sense the warmth and laughter from their apartment. Everyone there took turn to wish me Happy Birthday, Ke Er, Ying Xian, Huei Ling, Asther and Wei Han. I really miss all of you there. Sometimes I envy very much that LY, KE and YX could be there together. Convent life…I will never forget.
Then I received few messages from friends here and there and there was one special one. Jasmine sent her wishes all the way from Melbourne and Wern from Perth.
Night time, my parents and I went out for dinner. Sort of memorable to have meal together and there might be less chance in the future. Mum and Dad had this silly argument about my date of birth which made me laugh till tears dropped. Lolx! Dad said that I should be considered younger than my cousin as I was born two months earlier. Mum did not agree with that. And there goes their silly arguments. Then they told me that I was only 1.9kg when I was born, very tiny. Dad said that my nanny laughed at my size and said “Look at her leg, does it looks like a drumstick?” My god…how can she… Mum said that the nanny fed me with only little milk. Does that explain my height now? I heard that I was abused at that time and my parents knew that when my nanny’s neighbor complained to them that she took off my clothes and put me under no roof whenever I cried. I am really speechless about her.
Whatever it is, 17th April 2008 is a happy day for me and I am fully contented…
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
These five days had been memorable and inspiring. The first few days I shall not explain more because were almost the same. We went to few clinics and we meet all kinds of doctors and specialists. Most of them or I should say 99% of them told us the same words like doctors’ job is not easy, think twice or you might regret and etc. I could even sing their advice.
Okay, before that I should make an introduction. There were altogether 71 people and we were divided into 7 groups, 10 people in mine. Four Malay guys and one of them, Mohammad, was our group leader. He is…erm…nothing much about him. Other three more Malays I really do not know about them except I heard one was a ‘tentera’ and he really wears a pair of shinny shoes. Then, we have Simbran, a Sikh, as our vice leader. He is damn tall, 185++cm. I will strain my neck talking to him. Haha, the ‘milkman’. Next was Mian Jie, the only one I know before the program and also the second tallest guy in my group. Ching Fang, a girl from SSI, an Indian and Malay girl were all in my team.
On the second day, we went to Forensic department. It was a small place like a house. I don’t really feel that scared as I had heard from other group that we won’t be able to see any dead faces or any other part of the dead bodies. Then, we went in and a female forensic doctor explained the procedure and her experience there. First, we went to a room with three ‘just dead bodies’ lying there…unmoved (of course can’t move la). All were covered with white clothes but I could see one with long hair and the other one leg sticking out, uncovered. Then, a man there opened a fridge full of dead babies. Ew…the smell is damn terrible. I couldn’t describe how awful it was. Next was something that we all “expecting” to see. Before this, I often see on TV where the dead bodies are placed in like fridges. There were altogether 12 doors and the man there opened one of it. He zipped open the plastic bag and there were all skull and bones inside. Then, he opened the other one and it was a man inside. The image is still very clear in my mind. The trip to forensic department was interesting as it was unusual.
Another memorable time in the hospital was the on-call duty. The five of us, Ching Fang, Yee Ser, Mian Jie, ‘a girl with don’t know what name’ and me volunteered to attach to a houseman for whole night. The houseman is a young Malay lady, Dr Hasda. After our dinner, we went to A & E (emergency department). I really learnt a lot there. Within few hours, I witnessed three life taking cases. One of them was slaughtered at the brain by someone and the doctor informed his family members that he can’t survived. If I was not mistaken it was his mother… crying loudly and screaming to wake him up. She shouted in Cantonese “Why do you involved in fight…Why don’t slaughter me instead…” I almost had my tears around the eyes. The other one was a ninety something year old granny who couldn’t hold on till that night. Her grandson was driving her in a lorry and they met an accident. Her grandson has only slight injury. He was crying bitterly there, sort of like blaming himself. The third one was announced dead not long after sent to the hospital.
There was another case which is a bit… The victim is a Chinese middle-age man. He tried to commit suicide by cutting his wrist but his injury wasn’t that serious when he was brought into the hospital. The reason to commit suicide was because of a girl he loves. My god… He was physically alright but mentally dead. He doesn’t want to open his eyes or move, no matter how the doctor did.
It was around twelve when we returned to the surgical ward. A general surgeon spoke to us about doctor’s life again. Then he arranged us to see an operation. The doctor in charge of the surgery is a young lady, Dr Tan. I really admired her ability. Within our stay there, an Australian anesthetist explained that was a hernia operation.
Around one or two in the morning, we went to A & E again. There were still a few patients there and most of them had fractures due to accidents. Then we were all really sleepy and exhausted and went back to surgical ward. I could not sleep as I became hyperactive after a cup of Nescafe.
Then, in the morning, we continued our program…and bla bla bla…
Okay, before that I should make an introduction. There were altogether 71 people and we were divided into 7 groups, 10 people in mine. Four Malay guys and one of them, Mohammad, was our group leader. He is…erm…nothing much about him. Other three more Malays I really do not know about them except I heard one was a ‘tentera’ and he really wears a pair of shinny shoes. Then, we have Simbran, a Sikh, as our vice leader. He is damn tall, 185++cm. I will strain my neck talking to him. Haha, the ‘milkman’. Next was Mian Jie, the only one I know before the program and also the second tallest guy in my group. Ching Fang, a girl from SSI, an Indian and Malay girl were all in my team.
On the second day, we went to Forensic department. It was a small place like a house. I don’t really feel that scared as I had heard from other group that we won’t be able to see any dead faces or any other part of the dead bodies. Then, we went in and a female forensic doctor explained the procedure and her experience there. First, we went to a room with three ‘just dead bodies’ lying there…unmoved (of course can’t move la). All were covered with white clothes but I could see one with long hair and the other one leg sticking out, uncovered. Then, a man there opened a fridge full of dead babies. Ew…the smell is damn terrible. I couldn’t describe how awful it was. Next was something that we all “expecting” to see. Before this, I often see on TV where the dead bodies are placed in like fridges. There were altogether 12 doors and the man there opened one of it. He zipped open the plastic bag and there were all skull and bones inside. Then, he opened the other one and it was a man inside. The image is still very clear in my mind. The trip to forensic department was interesting as it was unusual.
Another memorable time in the hospital was the on-call duty. The five of us, Ching Fang, Yee Ser, Mian Jie, ‘a girl with don’t know what name’ and me volunteered to attach to a houseman for whole night. The houseman is a young Malay lady, Dr Hasda. After our dinner, we went to A & E (emergency department). I really learnt a lot there. Within few hours, I witnessed three life taking cases. One of them was slaughtered at the brain by someone and the doctor informed his family members that he can’t survived. If I was not mistaken it was his mother… crying loudly and screaming to wake him up. She shouted in Cantonese “Why do you involved in fight…Why don’t slaughter me instead…” I almost had my tears around the eyes. The other one was a ninety something year old granny who couldn’t hold on till that night. Her grandson was driving her in a lorry and they met an accident. Her grandson has only slight injury. He was crying bitterly there, sort of like blaming himself. The third one was announced dead not long after sent to the hospital.
There was another case which is a bit… The victim is a Chinese middle-age man. He tried to commit suicide by cutting his wrist but his injury wasn’t that serious when he was brought into the hospital. The reason to commit suicide was because of a girl he loves. My god… He was physically alright but mentally dead. He doesn’t want to open his eyes or move, no matter how the doctor did.
It was around twelve when we returned to the surgical ward. A general surgeon spoke to us about doctor’s life again. Then he arranged us to see an operation. The doctor in charge of the surgery is a young lady, Dr Tan. I really admired her ability. Within our stay there, an Australian anesthetist explained that was a hernia operation.
Around one or two in the morning, we went to A & E again. There were still a few patients there and most of them had fractures due to accidents. Then we were all really sleepy and exhausted and went back to surgical ward. I could not sleep as I became hyperactive after a cup of Nescafe.
Then, in the morning, we continued our program…and bla bla bla…
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