27th Jan, Another Day to Remember

On 27th January, one of my kins, passed away. He is my maternal grandfather, who had been sick for years. Previously, my grandmother was taking care of him when he got sick at 40s. Ever since my grandmother passed away in a car accident 11 years ago, he had been living with one of my uncles. In these 11 years, he missed my grandmother dearly and his health worsened each year. My mother had been his favourite daughter. Whenever he was admitted to the hospital, he would call my mother to visit him on the weekends. The place where I live and the place where he stayed were separated by a distance that takes 1 hour and 30 minutes journey. We often went back to visit him and most of the time, we would be visiting him at hospital ward. A week before his death, we went back again to Sitiawan and visited him at Manjung Hospital. His condition worsened and had necrosis at his right leg. The doctor told us that he might have his leg amputated but his condition disallowed amputation. He was having pneumonia and later on sepsis that caused his blood pressure to drop, causing minimum blood flow to his leg and the tissue there began to die. It was heart breaking to see him in this condition. My mother insisted to keep his leg since we knew it was almost his time to leave. My mother said he would be devastated to have his leg amputated before leaving this world. The last time I saw him was when I bid farewell to him before leaving the ward. I hold on his hands and said my goodbye. Never did I know that that was my last farewell to him. Few days later, my aunt called and asked us to come back because grandpa was unstable but due to our busy preparation for Chinese New Year, we decided to go back only on Sunday. The Sunday finally came and we hit the road later as usual we would have. We only hit the road at noon and I was asleep in the car. My mother's handphone rang and woke me up. My aunt was on the line and she was sobbing. My mother asked if my grandpa is gone and slowly, she replied a positive answer. Later, my mother told us grandpa had left. Deep inside, I knew that this would happen and at the same time, was sad too. We arrived at the hospital and my father said that we would have seen him for the last time if we hit the road earlier. I waited for my father as he had to use the loo while my mother and sisters went first. When my father and I were walking towards the ward, we saw my mother was talking to my sobbing grandaunt. She is the sister to my grandfather and had been visiting my late grandpa everyday ever since he was admitted. In the ward, we saw white blanket covering a figure and beneath the blanket, it was my grandpa. We broke down and asked the maid what really happened. She told us that my grandpa died at 2:28pm. He wanted to take his medicine and when she came back with water, he was already stopped breathing. My grandpa was later transferred to morgue and we had to settle the remaining procedure. Other relatives arrived too but they did not shed tears. Only when my grandpa was transferred into coffin, they had watery eyes. My mother cried out loud at the corridor, mourning for the loss of her father. My grandpa was then transported to my uncle's house where he remained there until he was buried. My father drove my sisters and I home but my mother remained there. We were to pack our things and to come back the next day for funeral processions. My eldest sister came back from Kuantan to pay her last respect. My grandpa was holding a high position in the Ghee Hin Group, a Chinese Triad group in Malaysia. 100 triads came to his funeral to pay their last respect and his position was to be taken over by someone else. Banners from Malaysian Chinese Association and different triad gangs hung all over the tent. The funeral procession lasted from 6pm on 28th Jan to 3am on 29th Jan. When it ended, I did not rest and continued to burn the offerings for my grandpa until 6am in the morning. When I could not take it anymore, I slept for 2 hours and woke up at 8am. On 29th January, we proceeded to the graveyard on the hill and grandpa was buried next to my grandma. At the moment, I was relieved because he could be with grandma in the afterlife and free himself from enduring the pain of illness. Rest in peace, grandpa. Hope you can finally find grandma and live with her again.

William, Rest in Peace

The news of William Yau Zhen Zhong went missing on 16th January 2013 became the center of local media. A search for this poor 6 years old boy was conducted nationwide for days and his parents even offered reward for those who could find their son. William, who was the second son of the Yau family, went missing on the mentioned date when his parents went to electrical appliance store while leaving their three children in the car. William went to look for his parents and disappeared thereafter. His older brother who is only 7 years old did not manage to stop his younger brother. His parents were seen as reckless and careless for leaving their children unattended in the car. However, we feel sorry for what had happened to them and they must have worried sick for their son, wandering aimlessly on the road for almost a week with no food and shelter. What if William was abducted and sold to neighbouring countries by syndicates? His parents grieved everyday, praying for their son to return safe and sound. However, the reality is always cruel. William was found dead in the river near Port Klang with his body highly decomposed. What really happened to him is not known and many assumptions had been made. Was it some psycho that killed him or did he die from an accident? I dont know what really happened to this poor boy. If it was human doings, how could they lay their fingers on this innocent boy. According to the level of decomposition, William was already dead for almost a week. It was most probably that he died soon after he went missing and when the search was conducted, no one actually saw him as he was already in the river. How he died and ended up in the river? I am sure that his family is dying to know the answer. Let us pray for this poor boy and hope that he rest in peace, and also pray for his family to endure the pain of losing their beloved one. William, you are at a better place now. If it was some psycho who did this to you, dont worry as you will not die in vain. There is karma and those who responsible for your death will be severely punished.

Listen 姐

The word Listen 姐 is familiar to all Malaysians especially the Chinese community. The Chinese called her Sister Listen, what an odd name? This lady got her nickname after she gained her popularity on Youtube. Her real name is Sharifah Zohra Jabeen, the president of a non-government organization which is Suara Wanita 1 Malaysia (SW1M) or One Malaysia Women's Voice. On 8th December 2012, she was invited to Universiti Utara Malaysia(UUM) or Malaysia Northern University for a political talk. At the end of the talk, she was questioned by a brave Indian girl from the Law Faculty. Her name is Bawani. Bawani highlighted why is free education not given to Malaysians up to degree level whereas other countries can. She also asked Sharifah why the tax could not afford to cover education fee so that free education is available. When she was debating in great passion, Sharifah stepped forward and asked her to stop but Bawani refused to stop as she had not finish her questions. Sharifah said " Listen, Listen, Listen..." to Bawani for 10 times before taking the microphone away from Bawani. Then she shook hand with Bawani and thanked her for her questions. Later, she asked the audience if she had given her respect by shaking her hands. She told Bawani not to compare Malaysia with other countries and if she was to compare, what is she doing in Malaysia? She also told Bawani not only human beings have problem but other animals as well. She gave so many irrelevant examples to Bawani but Bawani was not able to talk back because she ha no microphone. She also said that Bawani did not respect her by asking questions in rude manner and that the talk was her program. Sharifah also pointed out that Bawani had to listen to her as she had a Degree and Bawani only in Diploma level. Finally, she said Bawani had very least of education. Bawani could not say a word and just grinned as her counter to Sharifah. Bawani left the spot and went back to her seat. The atmosphere was tense and after a month, the video was uploaded to Youtube. The short clip caused a lot of negative feedback especially from local undergraduates. Many universities' representative asked Sharifah to apologize to Bawani in public. Namewee made a video to this debate after watching this on Youtube. He spoke in Manglish which only locals and Singaporeans understand.



 Sharifah Zohra Jabeen




Bawani KS

Im Back

Its been a while since i last posted on this blog. Something was wrong with my lappy and I couldnt access to Blogspot. Just formatted my lappy and now, have the chance to update my blog. Time flies really fast and I completed my first semester of my second year. Now, back at home and waiting to celebrate Chinese New Year next month. The break is nly one month long and after that, will be going back to UKM for my second sem to commence. My sisters bought me a pull up bar where I can transform my body during this break and the result is quite satisfying. Sigh, belly fat is hard to loose...Anyway, a new picture of myself to compensate for my long absence from this blog.