Tuesday, 30 October 2007

"For a Mum, Sometimes She's Pretty Cool!"...



I love reading the comics, and a few comic strips are very dear to me...I particularly like Calvin and Hobbes, The Archies, Zits, Baby Blues and even Garfield!


I thought I'd share one today:-


It's from the one comic strip about one little boy who annoys us to no end, and yet, is very endearing...


We all know him as Calvin and Hobbes...




My mum calls him 'that little rascal' ;)...





Self-Explanatory! Click image to enlarge and read...=)



Mums are cool, no?

Come to think of it, maybe I'd share more comics from time to time...Some are real cool, and touching too!


Thursday, 25 October 2007

Digi Yellow Men: Follow Me Lar...






I have got a bone to pick…A big bone…



You know those Digi Yellow Men? Those Yellow men who go around following people, who parachuted from the rocket, and who went for Army Training to become bigger, better, whatever?



Those yellow men who tinkle “I Will Follow You” and followed people to Japan, France, Africa, the cinema, some Gunung somewhere, and here, there and everywhere?

Well, I got one thing to say: Pah!




Cos you know why? Those yellow men, didn’t follow me to Inti…Well, they did, but they keep going for lunch break, tea break, MC, AWOL, CNY-break, Raya-break, X-Mas-break, ponteng, paid-leave, late-Malaysian-style etc etc etc…

So, it’s like they didn’t follow me at all…




I live on top of Bukit Jambul, and it is a place which has plenty of trees…

My wireless is bad, and so is my handphone line…




I am surprised…If the yellow men can go to the gunung (and hey, last I heard, they could even follow the rocket for some time before parachuting off!), how come they can’t come to the bukit?!?




Do you know, if I want to make a phone call, to receive a phone call, or to send an sms (receive also, most of the time), I need to leave my room, and get to the road outside my hostel?

How ridiculous is that?




And while I am outside on the phone, those mozzies (mosquito) decided they loved me so much,
they made me queen…So yeah, to be in touch with the rest of the world, I have to stand outside, and let the mozzies make a meal out of me…

It is so dumb…




Which is why if I happen to be asleep, I am very lazy to pick up the phone when some call comes in, and I am also very malas to answer sms’s…Cos to hear the other person (and them me), and for the message to go out, I need to leave my room…



It is all the worse if I happen to be in my jammies…Not exactly very decent material to be out on the road…




So yeah, you Digi Yellow Men, could you please, please, please, come to Inti before you go anywhere else in the world? Could you please, please, please, send three of those men and put one outside my door, and two outside my window?



Oh, by the way, it would be great if you could send women instead…The girls’ hostel is out of bound for men ; )…




PS: I stubbornly refuse to change my number because


1) I like my very nice number, and

2) I like the rates (sometimes, anyway) and I get birthday bonuses…



Looks like I will one of those people who will be waiting for the new service in which you can change your provider and still keep your number...





Monday, 22 October 2007

The Whining Girl with The Lethal Arm...




That's me when I am angry!



Ok…I usually share stories about children who melt my heart, who make me feel warm all over, who make me want to turn into someone who wants to give all the kisses and hugs in the world, and who make me feel like skipping and smiling and hugging everyone I meet…


Today, I shall do an un-Daphne thingy, and share with you the story of a girl I wanted to tie to the chair, put a tape over her mouth and tell her to can it…




Once, I was in the Pediatric Rehab, with a little newborn baby who had Congenital Talipes Equinovarus (CTEV)…CTEV is also known as the common ClubFoot

Haha, I just like rolling the CTV words off my tongue (although the condition itself is no laughing matter, and can result in a lot of pain)…



Anyway, I was using a tiny paint brush and stroking the infant’s heel cord (Achilles Tendon), and at the same time, explaining to the young mother (she was I think, about 23) what I was doing and why…




Behind me was an 11 year old girl, who had broken her arm (above the elbow) previously…She claims she can’t straighten her arm as it hurts, but the doctors and physiotherapists have, after observation, said that she is just afraid of straightening her arm. They have given her various exercises which forces her to straighten her arm (like throwing darts), and they have seen (me too!) that when she gets absorbed with the game, her arm automatically ‘loosen’, and it will become straightened…





To humour her anyway, they allow her to continue physiotherapy, and keep letting her play with darts, ball throwing etc, and hope that she will one day outgrow the ‘Sakit’ syndrome…



When she initially entered the rehab room, Pn Yasmin, the physiotherapist, gave me a set of darts and told me to take turns with *Atikah...So I did...






Unfortunately, Atikah decided it was no fun aiming the darts (kid's version) at the board, and instead, aimed the darts at me, and Pn Yasmin, if she happen to be near...And when she hit someone (me lar!), she would laugh...




Anyway, after a lot of "Jangan lempar kat orang", Pn Yasmin gave up telling her and put her for the second part of her treatment. So now Atikah sat on the bed, undergoing heat treatment…

This electrically-powered warm ‘bag’ was being placed on her arm in various positions for about half an hour at a go (could be 45 minutes, I am not sure) to help her arm be ‘not so sakit’…


And she was whining…





I mean, really whining




The entire time she was there, she whined, something like this:-

Atikah: "Taaak naaak laaah…Saaakiiit….Maaak, sakkiiiit, borrrring laar….Baaalliiik, naak balliik…Borrrriinngg"...


Now keep repeating those lines, over and over for half an hour, with variations in between like "Taaaak suuukaaa”…





I am not exaggerating…She dragged all her words…




And her mother and father, and younger 9 year old sister, were all there, and the parents never told her off. The younger sister, was busy amusing herself with the other equipment.

I was already very annoyed by her whining. How not to be, you tell me? Pn Yasmin kept throwing a glance at me that said only too well “I want to tape her mouth”, but as the sweet person she is, she kept her cool and kept saying, in a very gentle voice: “Atikah, sekejap aje lagi. Kalau tak sabar, macam mana nak sembuh?



Meanwhile, I ignored her…


And then, Atikah started throwing things (with her good arm)…First, she threw the pillow…Then she threw the blanket…


I ignored her…


And then, she threw a truck…A huge, Fisher Price truck, complete with excavator…







The truck looks something like this...This is the closest picture I could find to it...





Now, I was on the floor, on the Airex mat, with a 3 week-old baby in my lap, my back to Atikah.




All of a sudden, what felt like rubber wheels with something metallic attached to it, whack me on the side of the head, just at my ear. I felt my vision go ‘Zip!’ for a moment…

I turned and glared at Atikah, and there on the floor was the toy truck lying on the floor.



And there was the girl still whining away…You know what was worse, her parents saw her throwing the truck, they saw it hitting me, and they said nothing!



Pn Yasmin lost it, finally…

She said: “Atikah. Cepat minta maaf. Apa ni, baling barang kat orang. Cepat minta maaf, kalau tidak, Atikah jangan masuk bilik ini lagi!





Guess what? She didn’t

And guess what again? Neither did her parents…




Normally parents would have done two things, almost instinctively, although maybe not in this order…They would have:-





1) Apologised profusely on behalf of the child, and/or
2) Scream at the child, or reprimand him/her harshly, and force the child to apologise…




Most parents would be too embarrassed that the child was acting so terribly…



This two, on the other hand, merely said: "Jangan buat macam itu, Atikah"…After Pn Yasmin gave them a piece of her mind.




I threw the parents the most evil glare I could muster. I think what came out was a girl with slit eyes, trying to blow steam out of her nostrils...;)

I swear I was on the verge of yanking Atikah by the arm, and telling her to shut up or leave…





Ironical as it sounds, much of my anger stemmed from a sense of relief. I only realized later I was shaking from head to toe, thinking about what would have happened if the truck had missed me…


I mean, there I was, with a baby (a 3 week old one!) in my arms. What if the truck had smashed into the child? The truck is a big one (we usually encourage toddlers who have ‘movement problems’ to push them as part of therapy, so it has to be big to challenge them), and if I were to put the baby into a sitting position, the truck would be bigger than her!



I shudder to think what would have happened if the truck had smashed into the child instead of me? All I got was a bruised head (and perhaps, ego) but the child could have died!



Good Lord…




Finally, she left, and Pn Yasmin and I looked at each other and said “Ergh!”…


Pn Yasmin said: 'That girl is going to grow up into such a spoilt brat who will give a lot of trouble!'


I said: "Very good. Serve the parents right"…


We both laughed…


Here is where everyone goes: Muahahaha (Slit eyes a.k.a Mata sepet and steaming nostrils optional)...



*Note: Name has been changed...

Saturday, 20 October 2007

Celebrating Hari Raya...



Ok, this is a belated post, but I could not upload the photos before this…

I am finally back home again, for a week…




Anyway, I wanted to blog about Hari Raya…

I usually spend Hari Raya, well, pigging out…=) Lunch time means going to *Umi’s place, for her famous rendang…I was quite upset (boohoo) that I couldn’t make it back this year, but Umie says she’ll cook for me again one of these days! Yay!



Anyway, by teatime, this whole set of rendang, lemang (sometimes with the bamboo too), cookies etc will be at my doorstep…

My mum’s good friend is Cikgu Khatijah, and it has become an unspoken tradition that every Raya, Cikgu will bring all these stuff to my house, while during Chinese New Year, we bring stuff over to hers…It’s the opposite of going for Open House, I guess…




This year was also special in the sense that I went ber-raya-ing as a blogger…Hehe…Cikgu Kata Tak Nak invited me over to his place, after getting my number from Tokasid, who is in Malacca…

I was very touched that Doc (Tokasid) actually asked if he could give out my number, and that Chegu Nazir actually wanted to know if I would be ok with him getting my number…That is something most people do not extend to young people, so thank you! I appreciate it…



I initially was not keen on going because I am naturally very kiamsiap when it comes to taxi fare…

Anyway, when I spoke to my parents, they said that no matter the cost (these Penang taxi’s charge like mad…Going most places about 20 minutes away would set me back about RM 40, to and fro), I should go because Chegu took the trouble to invite me, from Malacca! Luckily, this dear friend of mine, Ruverny was around, so both of us went! It helps that she has a car…





Clockwise from left: Ruverny, Mrs Nazir, Me and Chegu Nazir...



I had a great time in Chegu’s house…Mrs Nazir is an excellent cook…Her curry mee was stupendous, and the sambal made it better…She was worried we would find it too spicy, but we felt it wasn’t spicy in the least!


Anyway, I came back, and found two tupperwares of cookies waiting for me…Both from the guards, Kak Z and Makcik Pazilah, in my hostel…






Ok...So I'm almost done through this batch...All the chocolates are gone...





Since many people know what a chocolate fan I am, I naturally found chocolate cookies in the box…



Once, Kak Z met with an accident while on her way to work…As a result, Makcik Pazilah who was doing the previous shift, had to stay the night too (since they couldn’t find a replacement on such short notice)…I felt bad for her since she had already worked a 10-hour shift, so I went and korek-ed my collection of food to see if I could offer her anything…It was the last few days of my semester, so I was practically all cleared out (just enough to last a few days)…

I had some 3-in-1 cereal, nestum (Strawberry flavour!) and coffee left…So I picked up one of each and gave it to her so she could get something to eat before her break…The coffee was to keep her awake, since it was past midnight…





Halfway through: From Makcik Pazilah...



I guess the cookies at my door was her way of saying Thank You

The other Makcik in our hostel (we have only 3 female ones) had given me cookies waay before Raya…I came home from class late one night to find a Tupperware of specially-made Jam tarts and Peanut cookies waiting for me…Makcik Fazelah knew I loved those two cookies too (besides Chocolate), and that I liked them not sweet, so she made me a small batch that had considerably less sugar…



My family and I visited her place once during Chinese New Year to give her pomeloes once too… You see, my parents, if they come down to Penang to pick or drop me, will usually cart down Pomeloes for the guards on duty…If it isn’t the season, then well, some other time…



This is all what being Malaysian is all about, isn’t it?


If you’re nice to people and you remember them, they remember you too…It isn’t about being educated or whatever, it is just common human instinct to reciprocate something which makes you feel good, no?

I think so, anyway…


Whatever it is, I am sooo looking forward to Umi’s rendang!



Just don’t bother to ask my weight afterwards…;)

Or cholesterol levels...



*Note: Umi means Mother in Arabic...



Wednesday, 17 October 2007

When People Say The Darn-dest Things!...



Hey guys...You know how people always say hospitals are a scary place, where funny things never happen? Well, they do...


I thought I'd share some funny and/or just plain weird things which transpired in the hospital...In no particular order, they are:-




ONE



One fine morning in the hospital, my nose was bleeding like a leaking pipe. Dribble, dribble, dribble, it went.

I had one piece of cotton stuck up my nose when I took Chee Keong for suctioning that morning. His mood was terrible. He struggled, wriggled, yanked at the tube and in the course, also bit himself. As a result, he had a slightly bloody lip, and also, a bloodied nose!




Pn Yasmin, the physiotherapist informed the nurses so the doctor will be told (when it comes to him, even a scratch has to be reported). As a sign of how important Chee Keong was, a bloodied nose saw two doctors arriving to check.



Doctor *Yasodhra: They said nose bleeding from suctioning. Get some ice. We might have to pack this.

Doctor *Jeeva, looking at me, instead of him: Oh My God! They suctioned you too!

Doctor Yaso
: Not her! Chee Keong is the one who got suctioned. But we’ll pack your nose too, Daph. *Wink*

Me: Eh? Leave my nose alone!





TWO



Due to a sudden influx of patients, Chee Keong lost his chest of drawers as it had to be given to someone else. I came and found all his wordly possessions piled high on the bed, with him in the middle of it. On hearing this, my mum kindly loaned him a huge rattan basket which I used as a baby.

Doctors on rounds:-



Dr *Shirley: Wah…Somebody got new cupboard ah? *Tickles Chee Keong*

Dr *Woo: Wah, wah…Can I see inside? Please? (Looking at me)

Me: Sure, go ahead lar…No need to ask one

Dr Woo, peeking in, looks up disappointed: Aiya…I thought they were your clothes. Thought you moved in

Dr Shirley, Dr *Wang, Dr Yaso: Why would Daphne move into the hospital?

Me: ???





THREE



In the supermarket, I bumped into Dr Wang with her baby. She had recently given birth...


Me: Aww…What a cutie…Can I hold him?

Dr Wang
: Sure Daph. He was living inside my uterus. He came out.

Me: ??? (Thinking: I can see he came out)






FOUR


After walking up 6 flight of stairs, I was panting like a dog…I typed in the password, and let myself into the Neonate Ward…



Nurse 1, 2, 3: Hah…Apa jadi?

Me: Penat wei…Lif lambat, so jalan lar

Nurse 3: Ada muntah-muntah, pening-pening? Period datang ke?

Nurse 1, 2
: Eh, bapa siapa? Kenalkan lar

Me: Eh?





FIVE


A new Houseman came into Ward 6A (Pediatric), and saw me feeding milk to Chee Keong…I gave him a smile when he walked pass…He stopped for a chat…



Dr *Luqman: You know, your baby will grow faster and be healthier if you breastfeed him (He obviously thought I was the mother)…

Dr *Leong, behind him: Hehehe…Dr Luqman, Chee Keong has got a mouthful of teeth and he loves to bite. Die oh if try and breastfeed. Anyway, Daphne is not his mother…She’s our volunteer

Dr Luqman: Still can breastfeed what!

Me: Eh?

Dr Leong: I think…she’s dry. You’re (Dr Luqman) welcome to try though*Gives me a wicked look*

Me: ?!?!?






SIX



Buying drinks for a man suffering from diabetes at the canteen…



Me: Uncle, Sugar Cane Ice, don’t want sugar

Uncle: You try lar *Laughing*I don’t know how to do!

Me: Don’t put sugar!


Dr *Ngu: Daph, you do know how Sugar Cane got its name, right?

Me: Oh…(Finally got it)



*I made that same mistake at the hawker stall some time later. My brother laughed, and said: I really think you are stupid sometimes...




SEVEN



Besides all the other problems, Chee Keong is also a G6PD (Glucose-6-Phosphate Dehydrogenase) Deficient baby…Among the things he cannot eat are Kacang Parang (Fava Beans) as it would cause hemolysis (‘bursting’) of the red blood cells…


My dad cooked Kacang Merah one day, and I brought some for him…To be safe, I checked with Dr *Ali, the MO on duty if he could take it…



Me: Dr Ali, Chee Keong can eat ar, this one?

Dr Ali: Can. He only cannot eat Kacang Parang. You know?

Me: I know he cannot take that, although I don’t know how it looks like.

Dr Ali: It’s the one you can find in kacang putih stalls. Have you seen the raw one?

Me: No

Dr Ali: Ok, next time I go Jusco for shopping, you come with me lar…I show you

Me: ???

Attendant *Mages: Eh, Dr Ali! You so old! Saya pergi lar...





EIGHT



Waiting for the elevator at 7 am…


Dr *Jothi: Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie! Wait for me!

I looked around and saw no one; I said nothing...

Dr Jothi: Why won’t you answer me?

Me: Who, me?

Dr Jothi: Yes lar, you.

Me: But I am not Bonnie!

Dr Jothi
: You sure?

Me: ??? My name is Daphne.

Dr Jothi: Ah! I remember something –Ne…





NINE


I was feeding Chee Keong at the nurses’ station, and he was spitting nestum at me…A bunch of student nurses came in for their first day (they were attached to the ward for a period of time to learn from the qualified nurses)…



Nurse *Amy, when she reached the nurses’ station: Everyone, this is Chee Keong, our ‘king’. And this is our volunteer, Jennifer.

Me: *Laughs* My name is not Jennifer.

Nurse Amy: Yes, it is!


Me: No lar…It’s Daphne

Nurse Amy: Alamak! I told all the nurses we have a volunteer called Jennifer. They said they’ve only seen Daphne. It is the same person!

Me: Hahaha…

Nurse Amy: Can I still call you Jennifer?

Me: Eh?



Hope you guys had a good laugh...Or a good eyebrow-raising, at the very least...




Note: *Names have been changed...If the doctors' names are repeated, it means I am referring to the same doctor...



Thursday, 11 October 2007

Update: Riding for the Disabled...



Little Sqaw and Me...



Yay! I finally managed to log on!



Everyone, I would like you to meet a new friend of mine...She's white, brown, and a little black, here, there and everywhere, and her name is Little Sqaw...

She's a pony, and we met yesterday at the Penang Turf Club...



For my Psychology Human Development Course this semester, we are required to study a group of people...My friend and I have chosen to study Down Syndrome, and in the course of our work, we visited Asia Community Service's First Step Early Intervention for Kids centre...

Somehow (don't ask how), we found ourselves volunteering to help at the weekly 'Riding for the Disabled' (RDA) program at the Turf Club...



This program sees kids with various disabilities learning to ride a horse (or a pony) under the watchful eye of qualified (riding) trainers...The kids pay a mere RM 50 every month; the sum is to help them be committed on their part...



Anyway, I met 4 lovely kids yesterday...

2 of them, *Sean and *Ron had Autism, 1 of the darlings, *Ernie, is blind, and another one, *Matthew, who suffers from the very rare Cri-Du-Chat (Cry-of-the-Cat) Syndrome...Infants with Cri-Du-Chat cry like a kitten (they have a whole host of other problems), thus the name...


I have only once met a child (newborn) with Cri-Du-Chat, and to see a child who's about 6-years-old riding a horse was really quite special...




The job of the volunteer is to either lead the horse as it walks and trots, or to walk on either side of the child, with a slight grip on their ankles...This is to ensure that the child does not lose balance or fall...

You have to remember that the kids who attend these sessions are special children, so the balance which we all take for granted, isn't always their forte...

We also sing songs-with-action (like Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star) and do all kinds of 'exercise' techniques to encourage the kids to take their hands off the saddle to encourage their balancing skills, and also concentration and instruction-taking skills...




It was pretty tiring, running alongside the horses...I hereby declare that 2 hours of running is like being in the gym...Cos we run to keep up with a trotting horse, and we were running on sand...It takes more to run quickly on sand than on flat ground as sand sinks...




I worked with LandMark, an actual horse (as in, not pony lar)...LandMark use to be a champion in some competition (sorry, details a little rusty here), and this horse has got a personality...Sometimes, he just refused to move and we had to punch him (he doesn't seem to feel anything...Our hands only sakit!) and he would just go 'Hrmph' and blow air (and saliva!) through his nostrils and mouth, and just refuse to move!

But when he did decide that he would listen to us and trot, he would really trot! And this naughty little fella (ok, there is nothing little about him!) actually swatted me with his tail a few times!




The child I accompanied was 7-year-old Ernie, who was born blind...Ernie was just a little darling, and he made up for his lack of sight with excellent hearing and olfactory skills...He communicated by speech, but when he met new people, he held out his hands and felt the person's hands, and sometimes face...



It seems Ernie identifies people by their smell, and I know he knows who he is with just by feeling their hands...I don't think I want to know what I smell like though ;)




And the horses were just sooo cool...I met the pony Little Sqaw, who is such a real darling...She was very cooperative, very gentle with the children, very obedient, and a little easier to run with...She loved being stroked, and would close her eyes, and let you stroke her all day long...And guess what? She is actually going for Sukma next year! You go, girl!



CASH



Good horsey: An apprehensive me is worried about getting too close to Cash...So, I stand farther away, and poke only my head nearer...

He doesn't look like he is going to kill me...





Ok, so Cash is cool...A relieved me (see, nearer to him now) dares to smile a little adi...






Gone...The apple is gone...





Good, good horsey: It's ok! We're friends now...Phew...



*Check out the size of his nose! It's like velvet though...=)




I met Cash, who is a Carriage Horse...When I first saw him, I was a little terrified, because of his size...But he thrust his nose and face into my chest because he could smell that I was carrying carrots and apples...Despite his size (his nose is bigger than my palm!), he was amazingly gentle, and took the apples from my outstretched hand without hurting me, although he left behind a lot of horsey-saliva!

By the end of it all, we were firm friends...But then again, I bribed him with a lot of apples!



I also met Midnight Dancer, who had a slightly unpredictable temperament...I was warned to not feed him, as he had a habit of taking not only the apple, but also take bits of your hand too...He doesn't mean to, but is a little ganas lar...Basically he is just a little clumsy...



I also met this horse whose name I don't know, but I have christened him Oreo, cos he is creamy white, with flecks of black spots, like a Cookies & Cream mixture...Like McD's McFlurry Oreo Ice Cream!



I also met Silver Spoon, who was creamy, and also a Carriage Horse...Silver Spoon was taken for a trot halfway through, so I didn't really get acquianted with him...



I also met Sarah, who is being trained in Jumping...She had really oily skin, and was a little huffy initially...She did, however, stop for me to rub her nose on her way to the stable, and was real friendly once she warmed up...I heard she can jump up to 80 cm, but I'm not sure whether I heard right ;)



Whatever it is, I had a great time! I felt like a little kid running around with horses, my hair all over the place, sweat pouring down my face, sand in my shoes, horse-drool all over my palms, horse-hair between my fingers, and giggling when they nosed me with their soft, velvety noses...



The kids made it all the more special, especially little Ernie whom I was with throughout...


I wonder who had more fun...Me, or the kids?



I sure look forward to seeing my newfound 2-legged and 4-legged friends again next Wednesday!

Will keep you guys posted, and when my wireless permits it...



See ya round!




Note: Please be patient with me while I reply to comments and post new posts...My wireless, like I said, is hopeless...And I wish to take this opportunity to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya!

*Names have been changed






Saturday, 6 October 2007

The Gift of Life: You Can Do It Too!



I have been thinking about 14 year-old Hui Yi (Get well soon, dear...We're with you!), and how she finally got a new heart...

One thing that struck me was the fact that there were two hearts available, both at the same time, and both was used by Hui Yi...



So what happens to the second person in line? I mean, I am sure there is a line of people all waiting for organs, with Hui Yi right on top...

And when she got a new heart from the dear Malay boy, and there was news of mechanic Chin Yoon Keong's family offering his organs for harvesting after he was declared brain dead, I am sure the second person in line would have been overjoyed to think that he/she too would be getting a chance to get a new lease of life...



But as we all know, the first heart was rejected, and Yoon Keong's heart was transplanted into Hui Yi...I don't know much, but I doubt the first heart can be used for someone else...


Can it?


Which brings me to the next point: we seriously have a dearth of organs available to be procured...

Come to think of it, even blood...I heard there are only a few thousand blood donors (or was it a few hundred thousand? Whatever it is, still not enough...) in Malaysia, and yet, we have like what? 26 million people?



In front of Penang Hospital, there is this tower-like thingy, which shows the level of blood in the Blood Bank, and it has three 'marks': Rendah, Sederhana, and Tinggi...

It is sad that the level is almost perpetually stuck at Rendah, and only occasionally, have I seen it to go up to Sederhana...



I have been donating blood since I turned 18, and the vein which they use to draw the blood is now very prominent...I wear the vein like a badge of honour, because before this, I had baby-fine veins, and doctors, nurses and phlebotomists always shake their heads when they need to draw my blood, and use to spend a lot of time 'waking' my vein up with the 'tie and whack' routine...


And after some discussion with my parents, I signed the organ donation card when I turned 17...only to lose the card...But no worries, for I now carry another one which was signed on the 9th of March, 2005...


My point here is this...You don't need to be anyone special to donate blood or to pledge your organs for donation...I think I am proof of that...


After all, who am I? A millionaire? The King's daughter? A celebrity? CEO of some trans-national company?


I am none of the above...I am just a student -broke one, I might add- with VIP (Very Important Penganggur!) status...


So, if I can do it, why not you?

Who knows? You could help save somebody, somewhere, one day...


After all, Organ Donation is the Gift of Life...



Disclaimer: The person who gets my heart may be prone to excessive sappiness when watching chick-flicks and Hindi movies, kidneys that love coffee (hehe), eyes that are prone to tearing, and lungs that forget to inhale when watching House, M.D....


Wednesday, 3 October 2007

A Friendship Not Lost...



I will always remember what my Debate and English Literature teacher in school, Ms Pushpa, once said to my debate team, when I was 14 years old:-


"Treat people like you would want your mother to be treated. Because every person you meet, whether he sweeps the road, or collects rubbish from the street, is someone’s mother. He or she may be only a rubbish collector to you, but he or she is a daughter, father, son, sister, wife, friend, husband to someone".


And till today, her words ring very strongly…




Which is why when I go shopping and I try on clothes, I always make it a point to put the clothes back where I took it on the correct hanger (unless there is a policy that the people who work there do it, say, to check for any hanky-panky)…



I always pick up the shoes I try and hand them back to the salesperson and not let them pick from the floor…



I always try and pick up my own bread and newspaper from the sundry shop and not yell from the car…If the situation does not permit me to leave the car, I always request for them with a "Please Uncle", and "Thank you Uncle"…

Why?





Because the people working there, they are someone’s child or parent too…Just because you pay them doesn’t give you licence to treat them like rubbish. Yes, there are certain instances where the people who work don’t deserve our respect in return because they treat us like rubbish, but I am talking about things in general here.

Morover, my parents will kill me if I dare to yell at the uncle who sells newspaper, or who does whatever...



After all, is it so difficult to hang your clothes back? Is it so difficult to hand the shoes by hand, instead of letting them pick from your feet?



I have got a 'friend' however, who believes otherwise...She believes she is the centre of the universe, and that everyone too believes in that...



If someone gets praised for looking good in a pair of pants with a "Wow, your legs look longer today!", she will automatically retort: "*But my legs are still longer"...

*This applies to not only to longer legs, but also to waist (smaller), hips (bigger), breasts (biggest!) etc...



I have had problems with the way she behaves in certain incidences, and I have always had long internal battles about whether I should choose what I believe in and my principles, or should I choose friendship...

After all, we do have alot of fun together, eventhough I am always the subject of her "My legs are longer" talk...

And at the end of the day, I always chose friendship over everything else, for the simple reason that I cannot expect my friends to be like me...But if it involves other people, I will usually say something...




One incident which I remember clearly, is what happened at the library. You see, in our college library, we are required to put all books we take to read onto this push-able trolley, for the librarians to put back on the shelves at the end of the day. Of course, if you want to put the books back on the shelves, all the better!


My friend had four books strewn across the table. When we got up to leave, she merely pushed the books to one side.




I looked at her and said: Aren’t you going to put them back?


Her answer, in all honesties, shocked me...

She said: Why should I? It’s their job. They’re paid to.

I replied: Yeah, but there’s a rule that you have to at least, put it on the trolley. And what’s wrong in putting it back where you took it from? It’s not that far



*It was just a table and a shelf away, to be exact



She: No, let them do it. They hate me!

Me: Don’t you think they might be hating you because of the way you’ve been treating them? You know, those librarians are people too. How would you feel if you were them, or if your mum was?



She: That’s why, I’ll never be them.



I walked back, picked up her books and went back to keep them. And she let me do it.



As we left the college, she asked: Why are you always so good and nice?

I retorted: I am not being good or nice. I’m just doing what’s right.



For the record, the librarians have always been super sweet to me...



And then once, the kitchen sink was clogged…Somebody had dumped leftover food into the sink, and there was about half a foot of water in the sink, and it was oily water at that…


Now, a lot of us brush our teeth or wash our face in the kitchen…For me, it is because I find that brushing my teeth in the bathroom always leaves my tee-shirt wet (the sink is deep in)…



Guess what she did that night? She went to wash her face in the clogged sink!


I said: “Hey, maybe you shouldn’t wash your face there…It’s clogged!

She: So? The cleaners will clean it tomorrow

Me: I know. But you don’t have to add to the amount of water! You don’t have to make things worse for the poor cleaners, you know


Guess what she did then?

She went to the water cooler to wash her face…And she knows full well all water that drips into the base will be channeled into the sink! Tell me…What’s the difference?



I just cannot stand it when people treat others like rubbish…Just because they are cleaners does not make them any less human…


And then one day, she treated me like rubbish...


She lost my pencil box, with my pendrive in it, which had all my college assignments in it, plus records of the articles I had written for The Star, plus about 30 photos of Chee Keong...Those 30 photos meant more than anything, because as everyone knows, dear Chee Keong has passed on, which means they can never be replaced...

Plus, that pencil box was a Pierre Cardin, and a gift from my mum...



And guess what? This so called 'friend' left me to look for the pencil box on my own (a pencil box which she lost by the way), while my other friends helped me look...Ruverny, who lives in Bukit Mertajam, even took me out for ice cream to take my mind off the pencil box for a while, and offered to help me make posters pleading for the safe return of my my black case...*Thanks dear!*



And my 'friend' who stays in the hostel with me? She went out to lepak, with nary an apology...



And that was the final straw...From that day till now, I have not spoken to her...



To me, it is not a friendship lost...Because the day I stopped speaking to her, I finally made a stand...I chose my principles over someone who treats everyone else as something that matters not...


I shall remember one other thing a lot of us believe in, and that is: What goes around, will come around...



*Note: My pencil box eventually came back, everything in place...The guard on duty found it, and kept it for me, knowing it was mine...Hmmm...A guard knew how much it meant, and a 'close friend' didn't?



PS: Alot of things I want to blog about (stories of some children etc) will have to be put on hold, because I cannot load the photos! *BooHoo*




Tagged: Again...



UPDATE:-



Dear all,

I am not being a wet blanket, but I guess I should tell you why I say these kinda tags are a waste of time...

Firstly, I believe tags should be done in the name of fun...It should either be fun to read (and do!), help acquaint the readers of the blog with the owner and vice versa, and if it can help people (like fundraising), or we can all learn something (like Nizam Bashir's excellent merdeka tag) then I am all for it...But tags that are done simply to give people more traffic is a complete waste of time...


For people who have been chatting with me, you would know how much trouble I am having with my wireless, who seems to have some personal vendetta against Blogger...This is the main reason why I barely comment on other people's blogs, because it takes ages to log onto my account! And by the time I do log on, and answer my own comments, I am already pooped...



It took me 43 tries to log onto Blogger for this tag, and it hanged so many times, I nearly wanted to wring somebody's (anybody's!) neck...All in all, it took me 4 hours 15 minutes to put this tag up...*I kid you not*

And it was time wasted because I was working on another post, which could not be put up because of this one...It was also time wasted, because I could have caught up on some sleep =)



So please, people, if you have a heart, please do not tag me unless it really matters...

Thank you!


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I got tagged by Kerp...I would have refused to do this tag on normal circumstances, but Kerp is such a sweetie, which is the only reason why I am doing this tag...


Here's the instruction on this whole meme thing.Copy the list below and star (*) five of your favourite ones, add your own tip and pass it on.



*1. Look, read, and learn.


2. Be, EXCELLENT to each other.


3. Don’t let money change ya!


4. Always reply to your comments.


*5. Blog about what you know & love.


6. Don’t use filthy language-buy a dictionary.


7. Blog about something educational.


*8. Be yourself; others will follow.


9. Don’t have too many blogs that will become a chore to maintain.


10. Keep it simple, user-friendly, interesting and organized!


11. Keep the blog simple and sweet!!!


12. Share with others your thoughts and don’t be shy!


13. Never ask for link exchange. Blog hop to increase traffic.


14. Don’t clutter your blog with ads all over the place. IT’S IRRITATING.


15. Don’t comment for the sake of commenting. Some looked too fake and its a big turn off!


16. Share something interesting and you will gain more readers.


17. Show that we care to all bloggers, treat each other as friends.


18. Pictures say a million words. Keep them coming!


19. Blogging should be fun or you’ll get tired of it pretty soon.


20. Don’t think people will come to your blog if you’re not willing to pay a visit to them.


21. Everyone loves read short posting and best, illustrated with a picture.


*22. Try not to publish more than 5 posts in one blog a day. Even if it’s from feed reader, it’s quite hard to digest and catch up reading everything.


*23. Blog: the other window to peek into people’s life, minus the trouble. Keep a certain level of privacy to yourself.


24. Never tell your readers that you are going on vacation. That’s basically telling them to not visit your blog for a week. Instead, write several posts, and take advantage of the timestamp feature.


25. Try and write with people in mind that are "somewhat similar to you". Allow your audience to identify with your blog and feel "at home".


26. The key to a good article is a good introduction. A joke, a question or a picture does wonders.


27. If you are looking to earn an income blogging read StevePavlina.com and Problogger.net, you will be amazed at what you can learn.


*28. Write for yourself first. Remember that it takes time, effort, patience…and above all, daring. [The Laidback Buddhist]


29. Enjoy what you write, so that reader can enjoy reading it too – Life’s Roller Coaster~


30. Take on current issues to make yourself look smart, even if you're not.


31. Don't tag people with time-wasting tags if you don't wanna get tagged yourself.



So, I am not gonna tag anyone...