Came out for a drink with someone much older than i am, a lecturer. We talk a bit on this and that. On the way back home, i told him about the problem i had in school. I had this problem since i came back this year when i really had my mind all screwed up.
Teaching in this small school is something totally unexpected, not the environment or the location. It's the students. I had tried all kinds of ways in teaching them hoping that they will progress in their studies. But no matter what i did, they remain the same. During the end of each sessions, the conclusion is they don't understand or they just didn't remember anything at all. It's not that i didn't do anything or changed anything. I had came to the edge of the river. No wonder other teachers are so cool while teaching. They already gain their "zen".
Well, this lecturer friend of mine tell me something which let me think he is somehow wiser because of his life experience. He told me to teach tuition class. He reason that i should teach tuition class in order not to lose all the techniques and on the other hand to keep myself motivated in teaching. I somehow agree with what he had said and this should be the first time i found a good reason that i should start teaching tuition classes.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Saga SE
I am lucky to be the first person to own Sga BLM SE in Sibu and Sarikei. I had book this car early. The car agent at Proton Edar are curious how i know the booking had been opened when there are no promotions, advertisement or whatsoever at that time. Well, special thanks to my friend in Proton Edar KL for his information.
After two months owning this car then i realize the financial burden on maintaining this babe. It does suck my blood out from my wallet. Some friends gave negative comments, but it's my ride after all and i love it.
The very first thing i did to my ride is to tint it. Although factory had put a layer of Safetint, i put on a second layer with slight silver in colour. The tint do insulate heat and i felt the difference. I also stick the front windshield with a silver-blue tint. After that i bought a pedal lock and install auto brake lock as it doesn't come with the factory setting. Security is most important than anything else in a car. The original car alarm comes together with immobilizer so did nothing to the alarm system.
Next to go is the interior. Saga SE had featured leather seats, leather gear knobs and leather steering wheel. I put the little red Octopus in the chamber on the co driver seat. You can see the pair of eyes looking at you. I DIY the dashboard cover both front and back using anti slip mat and some red fabric. Besides that, i sound proof the front bonnet with some materials i bought from accessories shop (DIY also).
Last but not the least, put on blmclub sticker and number. The stickers are done by Motorsport Playground, the same place where Leona Chin did her vinyls. It is somewhere near Sunway.
After two months owning this car then i realize the financial burden on maintaining this babe. It does suck my blood out from my wallet. Some friends gave negative comments, but it's my ride after all and i love it.
The very first thing i did to my ride is to tint it. Although factory had put a layer of Safetint, i put on a second layer with slight silver in colour. The tint do insulate heat and i felt the difference. I also stick the front windshield with a silver-blue tint. After that i bought a pedal lock and install auto brake lock as it doesn't come with the factory setting. Security is most important than anything else in a car. The original car alarm comes together with immobilizer so did nothing to the alarm system.
Next to go is the interior. Saga SE had featured leather seats, leather gear knobs and leather steering wheel. I put the little red Octopus in the chamber on the co driver seat. You can see the pair of eyes looking at you. I DIY the dashboard cover both front and back using anti slip mat and some red fabric. Besides that, i sound proof the front bonnet with some materials i bought from accessories shop (DIY also).
Last but not the least, put on blmclub sticker and number. The stickers are done by Motorsport Playground, the same place where Leona Chin did her vinyls. It is somewhere near Sunway.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
waitress kena BOMB
Today my mood not so good. Well, today "sakit tuan".
Some friends ask me to go to a coffee shop somewhere in Sarikei town to meet them. So, i went there. It is a newly opened coffee shop with the name of 1Malaysia. Kind of funny to hear the name but i just went with directions from friends.
Arrived and ordered a cup of ice peppermint tea. The waitress is a young Malay lady. She write my order on a piece of paper. As my three other friends arrived early so their order came first and i continue waiting for mine.
10 minutes had passed and they finish their drinks already but mine is no where to be seen. We called the same waitress over and ask about the drink. Then she told me "tidak ada peppermint tea." Damn, it pissed me off! Should have told me the very first moment i order! "Kalau tidak ada cakaplah!" i replied her with anger. I ordered ice coffee after that.
Another 10 minutes had passed and I'm already on fire. We ask for the bill from another waitress. Forget about my drink. The bill came with my ice coffee counted. "Saya tunggu lama-lama order dua kali tidak nampak pun kopi saya. Bila bayar mau saya bayar? Kira lagi! Kopi itu saya tidak mau lagi!"
Then she leave our table, called the previous waitress who seems to get ready with her bag, ready to go home. She scolded her for not serving the coffee although the kitchen already prepared the coffee. I think i pass my anger to another waitress and she pass it to the first waitress. Habis that lady kena hantam.
Paid the bill and left.
The moral of the story here is "kerja jangan ingat mau balik saja, nanti kena bomb baru tau!"
Some friends ask me to go to a coffee shop somewhere in Sarikei town to meet them. So, i went there. It is a newly opened coffee shop with the name of 1Malaysia. Kind of funny to hear the name but i just went with directions from friends.
Arrived and ordered a cup of ice peppermint tea. The waitress is a young Malay lady. She write my order on a piece of paper. As my three other friends arrived early so their order came first and i continue waiting for mine.
10 minutes had passed and they finish their drinks already but mine is no where to be seen. We called the same waitress over and ask about the drink. Then she told me "tidak ada peppermint tea." Damn, it pissed me off! Should have told me the very first moment i order! "Kalau tidak ada cakaplah!" i replied her with anger. I ordered ice coffee after that.
Another 10 minutes had passed and I'm already on fire. We ask for the bill from another waitress. Forget about my drink. The bill came with my ice coffee counted. "Saya tunggu lama-lama order dua kali tidak nampak pun kopi saya. Bila bayar mau saya bayar? Kira lagi! Kopi itu saya tidak mau lagi!"
Then she leave our table, called the previous waitress who seems to get ready with her bag, ready to go home. She scolded her for not serving the coffee although the kitchen already prepared the coffee. I think i pass my anger to another waitress and she pass it to the first waitress. Habis that lady kena hantam.
Paid the bill and left.
The moral of the story here is "kerja jangan ingat mau balik saja, nanti kena bomb baru tau!"
Thursday, October 29, 2009
A scene in specialist hospital
I spend the night in the specialist hospital. Sleeping on a chair for whole night with temperature lower than 18 degree Celsius is not fun at all. I'm sleeping half conscious, waking up many times during the night.
Around 2 in the morning, i suddenly heard some loud noise from the bed beside. Is is blocked by a curtain. I can figure out it is the sound of the patient gasping for breaths. I step out and take a look on what is happening. A nurse is shaking and calling "uncle, uncle" to the patient. He is still gasping hard for breath so i suspected a choking. The nurse ran to the counter and bring in some other nurses and the observe the patient again until one of them ask to call the Medical Officer. It took a few minutes before MO arrived and order a nurse to bring in oxygen tank. They remove the fake teeth from inside the mouth, did oxygen therapy and inject something with a syringe. They tied the IV entrance of of patient with bandage because the patient is struggling and might break the IV needle.
I think the nurse had reacted too slow during this case. They should have brought along all the oxygen tank, defibrillator and suction unit the very first moment and wait for MO instruction right after MO arrived. Can't do much since this is a private hospital with nurses and MO on duty.
It's quite a hard time for me
Lately it is quite a hard time for me. Lots of things had happened so i can't online for around a whole week.
Last Friday, i got a SMS telling me that a family friend of us had stroke. On Sunday, dad phoned and told us he is admitted to the hospital in Kapit because he felt nothing on his left arm. Doctor diagnosed a minor stroke. I ask my dad to discharge from government hospital as soon as possible and seek medical attention in a private specialist hospital. He came back on Monday together with two of my uncles. He is admitted to specialist hospital as soon as he is admitted. After MRI scanning and other tests, doctor found a blood clot on his brain and he was admitted. The same night on Monday, i got a phone call from the old lady's daughter that we always send to the hospital for checkups due to her disabilities. She told us her mother died yesterday and thank us for our helps. During the same day also, i friend of mine tell me she is in the same specialist center as her mother having a small surgery. I met my friend and turnout her mother is lying in the ICU. She had a heart failure after the successful surgery. Her father's lorry had been stolen the very same day and her father had high blood pressure because of the condition of her mother. Her parents are nice people who treated us nicely during our trips to her house. On Tuesday, her mother's condition is getting worse. After sending my dad home, i rush back again to the specialist hospital to see her mother again. Their whole family were surrounding her, singing holy songs with tears in their eyes. I can't stand the sight so i left. I can't leave my dad alone at home also since mum had to go to work. Her mother pass away that noon. It was sad for me.
Monday, October 19, 2009
无礼
UK Fun Fair 在诗巫的旧机场开办了为期一个月的游乐场。我趁着周末和朋友到游乐场玩一玩。
我们到达目的地把车停在另一部一样刚到达游乐场的车旁边。这部车里走出两个大人和三个小孩。他们像是一家人，爸爸，妈妈，两个女孩和一个男孩。我们都向着入口处走去的时候，听到这个男孩说出了非常难听的话。这个男孩看起来应该是小学三四年级。他向走在他后面的爸爸，以福州话说：“吵什么吵，是你还钱还是我还钱！”他的口气，正如一个爸爸教训儿子这样大声。他的爸爸，缓慢的走在后头，看起来比较像是行动没这样灵活。男孩接着就冲到了前面，过后往后望一望爸爸，“死老货，给我走快一点！”爸爸跟在后头，听得到他喃喃自语。
我们四对眼珠看着这个男孩，感觉有些不可思议。
我们到达目的地把车停在另一部一样刚到达游乐场的车旁边。这部车里走出两个大人和三个小孩。他们像是一家人，爸爸，妈妈，两个女孩和一个男孩。我们都向着入口处走去的时候，听到这个男孩说出了非常难听的话。这个男孩看起来应该是小学三四年级。他向走在他后面的爸爸，以福州话说：“吵什么吵，是你还钱还是我还钱！”他的口气，正如一个爸爸教训儿子这样大声。他的爸爸，缓慢的走在后头，看起来比较像是行动没这样灵活。男孩接着就冲到了前面，过后往后望一望爸爸，“死老货，给我走快一点！”爸爸跟在后头，听得到他喃喃自语。
我们四对眼珠看着这个男孩，感觉有些不可思议。
Thursday, October 15, 2009
nothing much...
It's been a while i didn't post anything on this blog. During this while, I really don't have anything much to view, to express or to complaint. Life is just so normal and calm, like the sea with little splashes of waves. However, this kind of calmness makes me feeling uneasy. It's just a feeling, nothing much.
When i write the odometer reading of the transporter this morning, i just realise it's October. Few more weeks later, end of the year holiday will start. This means that i already spend a year teaching here after coming back from West Malaysia. Coming back here, i gain something and lose something.
It's kind of sad when i think back of my courier future in West Malaysia. Now i didn't got to teach what I'm best in. I also miss all the friends back then. They are really good and kind people that break my previous view that West Malaysian residents are cocky. Yet, if i didn't come back, i won't be enjoying my life in RC. The old sayings are true, "no lose no gain".
Lately i get some chances to transport an old lady to local hospital, clinic and specialist hospital for her treatment. She had some serious disease that makes her cannot live by her own. Her daughter took care of her. Her daughter wash the wounds of bed sore, clean her mother's faeces and emptying urine pack. I start to think that life is short. I tried hard to help them, although i can't do much. I asked a friend of mine who is a doctor-to-be, "will you feel fed up with life since you see so many deaths in your workplace?"I balanced up the feeling by reading some books on emergency cihldbirth.
Yea, true! Life is short. From the time i started to remember things till now, it's 25 years already. What have i really done during this 25 years? Born as a little baby, and in the speed of eye flashes, on the bed as a wizened sick old man. Between life and death, it's very short.
After realising so many things, now i only hope i can do as much work as possible during this short time before the call, help people as much as possible. We human remember about blessings only when good things came. The chances given to help is also a blessing, troubles we met is also a blessing. I should thanks all the blessings given, from a good family, kind friends, to the hardships and challenges encountered.
There are still many things circling my mind but unable to express it out.
Life is hard and life is short. That's life.
When i write the odometer reading of the transporter this morning, i just realise it's October. Few more weeks later, end of the year holiday will start. This means that i already spend a year teaching here after coming back from West Malaysia. Coming back here, i gain something and lose something.
It's kind of sad when i think back of my courier future in West Malaysia. Now i didn't got to teach what I'm best in. I also miss all the friends back then. They are really good and kind people that break my previous view that West Malaysian residents are cocky. Yet, if i didn't come back, i won't be enjoying my life in RC. The old sayings are true, "no lose no gain".
Lately i get some chances to transport an old lady to local hospital, clinic and specialist hospital for her treatment. She had some serious disease that makes her cannot live by her own. Her daughter took care of her. Her daughter wash the wounds of bed sore, clean her mother's faeces and emptying urine pack. I start to think that life is short. I tried hard to help them, although i can't do much. I asked a friend of mine who is a doctor-to-be, "will you feel fed up with life since you see so many deaths in your workplace?"I balanced up the feeling by reading some books on emergency cihldbirth.
Yea, true! Life is short. From the time i started to remember things till now, it's 25 years already. What have i really done during this 25 years? Born as a little baby, and in the speed of eye flashes, on the bed as a wizened sick old man. Between life and death, it's very short.
After realising so many things, now i only hope i can do as much work as possible during this short time before the call, help people as much as possible. We human remember about blessings only when good things came. The chances given to help is also a blessing, troubles we met is also a blessing. I should thanks all the blessings given, from a good family, kind friends, to the hardships and challenges encountered.
There are still many things circling my mind but unable to express it out.
Life is hard and life is short. That's life.
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