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Archive for June, 2008
Charity: Rural Service: Chapter 9
Jun 3rd
Chapter 9: Day Seven
Today we had no activities lined up except to play with the kids, putting finishing touches on the mural and clearing up our command centre. I woke up as usual minus the rush to head to the school. I rode to the village on my motor (after or before breakfast I can’t remember). Sometimes, we would gather in the morning in one of the ‘kopihouse’ to have breakfast before going to the school. Maybe this is one of such mornings. Some of the primary kids were having PJ aka physical exercise (PE) period that morning in the basketball court. So we joined them, playing basketball and badminton.

This is how the beautiful basketball court looks like
I wouldn’t want to play basketball with the kids because I knew I would lose..kekeke
Instead, I challenged them on badminton! Actually we weren’t expecting to sweat that morning as the plan was to go the school to clean up our stuff and to put the finishing touches on our beloved mural
But we got so hooked up, we continued playing basketball among ourselves. Some (who really should exercise such as Xi Yi) didn’t join us though. Maybe they were still sleeping nicely
It was a normal school day for the kids today. After we had played and sweated enough, we headed back to the school to clear up our things and took photos with our masterpiece!
Tada! It wasn’t big, but it’s our painting for the kids!

A closer look at our cute mural
Before we packed all the painting materials, a teacher suggested that we include the date as well. So William, Ian and myself (Teik) complied and hence the mark of ‘W i T’ at the bottom .Hehehe… It was just a benign act that by no means we claim all the credit to ourselves as all of us had contributed to the completion this piece of mural
Basically we just hung around, preparing for the closing ceremony and completing our souvenirs for our respective family. In the evening, the selected kids and a few facilitators practised for the closing act. The rest of the evening were spent with our brothers and sisters, and foster families.
The closing ceremony started around 8 pm. Most of the villagers came this time – hah! talking about taboo. There were almost not enough seats to accommodate everyone. The kids were as usual hyperactive, making hell a lot of noise and running about. Of course we didn’t mind or care to control much except when the speeches were on. Some of us grabbed the chance to take pictures around the school compound while waiting for the closing ceremony to start.
Young and old in the hallteen… Fullhouse
After the speech, prizes were given out to the winners of the colouring competition and the sport’s day (if I’ve not mistaken).
Then we proceeded to present our little appreciation gifts to our foster families one by one. Although each of them has the same template, we decorated them as we wished and finally put the picture that we had taken on the opening ceremony in first day.

Yup. This is mine among the 25 others as mentioned in Chapter 8. Yes those are chopsticks and 2 dangling grapes by the side. I don’t know what was I thinking. It was a spur at the moment thing
My first picture taken with my foster family that night
Oh yea..we also get in return certificates for our service. It was a surprise to me as I didn’t know about it. It was like a mark saying “Teik Teik was here in Liman Kati” whuahahaha…Cool!
The atmosphere got more and more excited as the night went along. Some closing performances followed.
Told you the aunties were good. They were doing some sort of like a ‘kiap kiap ‘ dance
‘kiap kiap ‘ also include kick kick
Performance by the kids, Jia Lin, Jun Jia and Ching Shearn based on a ‘wash toilet’ song (no kidding)
Must watch! Solid karaoke performance by Kha Loon and Ngai Yoong. All the aunties including apos (…and a few uncles) wanted Kha Loon’s autograph and can be seen eager to take pictures with their new Liman Kati idol.
That night was explosive. To me, we really let our hair down. The decibel in the hallteen was climaxing by the minute during the performances. Some of us were already playing with the kids and contribute to making more noise. I was one of them. When we all went up to the stage spontaneously we were not holding back anything anymore. I felt the oomph – seriously, though it sounded cliché. I love the way we put a closure to our service.
Much amusement followed after the closing performances. We had a scrumptious feast. The villagers were very generous indeed. There were assortments of pau, noodles, red bean soup and my favourite fruit – watermelons!!! But the best thing was not the food, though it may sound superficial coming from me, it was the vigorous photo takings. Everyone just went crazy trying to fit into the frame no matter how impossible it may seemed.
Feast!!! Help yourself
Xi Yi never stop eating, even when taking photographs
Pei Chie was never seen without the little boy. Might as well just pack him along tomorrow
Mr. G and that yellow shirt girl who’s wearing spectacle were almost in every picture that night. Phenomenal!
Peace was the most flashed sign
Me second time grabbing innocent Pikachu and spun her around. She never learned her lesson. Actually, I was dancing with her along the songs. My lovely partner that night
aaa..my cute Rabbit! He’s got his own style of posing. I love this picture man…
Ching Shearn the chick magnet
My second picture taken with my foster family that night with a new addition – Ah Kit Chai, Bo Ann’s good friend. I think I was holding a Ramli burger
We played, we chatted, we made jokes, we fooled around, we carried the kids, we tried as much as possible to capture the last moments of our presence with the people here in Liman Kati. Tomorrow we will be going back. We and the kids knew that perfectly, but we kept that in our hearts hoping that we wouldn’t have to say goodbye too soon.

I can now proudly say that I can write my own name in Chinese! This particular orange heart on the left was ripped off the wall by Bo Ann and kept in his room. I don’t just love them, I love the way they love me =)
I could not possible describe the way I felt. I thing for sure, there’s hope in them that I wish to see to fuition in many years to come. They are the future generations and may Malaysia be proud to have them in the community for I have seen racial segregation and hatred in them at such young age. I believe what has become of this, is not their fault but ours. This is not a good sign but there’s hope to unity for the betterment of these kids.
Spread the message. Attach this in your site and take a step to a world without borders
visit Malaysian Artistes For Unity for more.
ps: reading the FAQ is recommended.
Coming up next:- Chapter 10: Departure
Safety: Big Frog Jumping Around The Street
Jun 2nd
If a stranger offer you 20% of USD 8 million would you be interested? That translates to a freaking USD 1.6 million! Want or not? Want or not?
Of course I want la… Never a sane person would pass a USD 1.6 million cheque. That would akin to passing out a chance to go to the outer space just for the heck of leaving a mark “Teik Was Here” on a piece of Mars rock. If I hadn’t been reading about scams infesting the world wide web, I would have replied to this generous Mr. Hassan bin Millionaire the moment I read the email he sent to me. I don’t know how he came to know about my existence. Ha! Speaking of the danger of revealing too much information on the WWW! This is what bin Millionaire wrote to me:
From: Mr Hassan Malik Khalid.
As you read this, don’t feel sorry for me (why would I ?), because it is the destiny of everyman to die someday (oh..man of wisdom konon…). I am Mr,Hassan Malik Khalid (bin millionaire) a naturalised Briton by birth and a business merchant based in the United Kingdom (like I care… you sounded like Osama’s friend). I have been diagnosed with Esophageal cancer (oooohh…too bad…).
It has defiled all forms of medical treatment, and right now I have only about a few months to live (…and you choose to email me? Though I know it’s going to end soon, but still, get a life!), according to medical experts. I regret that I have not particularly lived my life so well (I think it’s time you get started now), as I never really cared for anyone (not even myself) (no wonder you get cancer), but my trade (what trade? scamming people? no wonder you get cancer always talk talk talk & scam scam scam). Though I am very well to do, I was never open handed (no wonder you get cancer); I was always hostile to people (no wonder you get cancer) and regarded them like they never had hopes of becoming as successful as myself (no wonder you get cancer). Now I know that there is a lot more to life than just prosperity (yea your last wish is to try to scam me….a true fighter till the end…respect).
I believe that when I am given a second chance to come to this world (talk cock la you), I would live my life a different way from how I have lived it (yea..most definitely..now you’ll be sitting in your death bed facing your laptop & sending this email to tons of people since you can’t scam people verbally anymore…wah..clever). Now that death is eminent, I have willed and given most of my belonging to immediate and extended family members, as well as a few close friends ( give what? Your countless of scam drafts and fake documents so that they can continue your legacy ?). I want Allah to be merciful to me and accept my soul. Hence I have decided to support charity work (aaa..and you have to tell your grandmother stories first before you to come to this?); this is what i want to be remembered for (sorry la, too late). So far, I have been able to reach out to a few charity organizations in the Singapore, Algeria and Malaysia (Briton & UK don’t have izzit?). Now that my health has deteriorated so badly, I cannot do this myself anymore (I knew it! you want someone else to do your bidding!).
I once asked members of my family to aid me in giving of alms to those organizations catering for the less privileged in Bulgaria and Pakistan; they refused and kept the resources to themselves (yea I guess that kind of blood runs in the family). Hence, I do not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be contempt with what I have left for them (like you ma…). The last of my belonging which no one knows of, is the huge deposit of Eight Million US dollars ($8,000,000,00) that I have in a safe keeping company abroad (oh…so you choose to tell me…don’t worry bin millionaire, I’ll keep your secret!), which I will want you to secure and bestow to charity organizations (no problem.. just bank your money to teik teik foundation for my life-spending, TQ) . Please endaevour to reply me via email: mrhassankhalidmalik@yahoo.co.uk For your time and devotion, I have set aside 20% of this for you (want to give means give everything la….why only 20%…stingy bastard!).
God be with you.
Mr Hassan Malik Khalid bin Millionaire
Friends, if you think this guy might be for real, then he has succeeded 50%. That’s all it takes. Please go to this link –> bin Millionaire scam for proof. This guy is one of the latest additions into the hall of fame of bastards!
Safety: Proper First Aid
Jun 1st
The startling news came in a form of sms from Kum. It read something like this:
Kum: Kar Yau crash motor…
Now ladies and gentlemen, when you want to convey such news please DO NOT limit yourself to 4 words only and end with “…” because a human mind works in the most peculiar way to assume the worst case scenario. Without further elaboration, Kha Loon and I thought we lost our beloved Yau Yau or he was in the ICU wrapped up like a mummy with severe injuries.
Much to our relieve we found out, following a phone call, that our little Yau Yau did not only survive the crash but was still able to look at pretty girls (2 to be precise) later that day and described to us in detail when we went for dinner.
Before dinner, Kum has assumed the role of a medical officer to nurse Yau Yau. One particular first aid skill he performed on Yau Yau amazes me! He dabbed iodine with loose cottons and as a result much of the cotton stuck to the wound on Yau Yau’s palm, and he had the knack to tell Yau Yau it would be fine. When I first saw his tended wound, I thought when his wound heals he’s going to have a portion of his palm with skin and cotton fused together. Maybe long enough, with enough sunshine and sweat, cotton trees might grow right from his little palm. So after dinner, we convinced forced Yau Yau to remove all the cottons that were pretty much by then part of his palm system.
This was what happen in the ER. The production detail:
Director: Lee Teik Hui
Tool: my JitChak
Set: A dingy apartment in PV 5
Production Date: 30th May 2008, Saturday
Genre: Mockumentary, Horror
Synopsis: Very wrong way of first aid to remove cottons that have pretty much fused into Yau Yau’s wound on his palm. Did Yau Yau make it at the end of the day?
Rating: 18-PL for torture and semi-frontal nudity (of a boy’s man’s body) scenes
Cast: Yau Yau as the subject being experimented on; Kha Loon as the torturer; Kum as the nurse
CD no. 1
Half way through the torture, Yau Yau was having second thought whether we were doing the right thing. So he phoned his supposedly first aid wiz friend for opinion. Unfortunately for him, his friend ask him to continue on what he was doing.
The torture continues…
CD no. 2
Did Yau Yau make it?
Yes, the determined Yau Yau made it alive. His wound was detached of all the cottons. My advice to him was “please wear helmet the next time”. He was riding without helmet. Lucky for him, he did not have any injuries on his head. He was glad that he has no scratch on his leng chai face.

Yea.. much better now. That poor guy has other wounds – on his chin, calfs and on the elbow. Hope our Yau Yau can heal fast and be pretty boy again soon

