RM 200

I was at the bus terminal in Seremban when someone approached me

He was a plump chinese yound man, not much older than me. According to him, he is 23 years old. He came from Johore Bahru via train with his friend to tour Seremban, and his friend left with his wallet and money, and thus he was stuck in Seremban... He even had his things in the hotel room, and couldn't check out yet due to the fact that his friend stole his belongings.

He wanted me to help by paying the hotel...

I agreed to help by buying him a one-way ticket to Johore, but not the hotel. He kept persuading me to pay for the hotel and kept on asking me to go to the nearest Maybank ATM machine... He said that there are important things in the hotel room, and he need it badly because his other friends will beat him up if he didn't take those things out of the hotel room...

I started getting suspicious... He offered to photocopy his IC and said that if he didn't return the money via banking methods, I can go to the police... I countered, 'You think the police will come after you?'

He said that he is not a liar, and does not want to cheat my RM200. I said I had been cheated a few times before, and he, who suddenly rose up on the spot, said, 'You tell me who the heck lied to you, and me, Ah Hong, will beat him up for you!' Well, I was not convinced, 'You will beat up someone for me in a foreign city? You're from Johore Bahru right? A tourist picking up on someone? By the way how could I remember those faces to describe to you their features?'

He asked for my phone number, so he can pay me back RM500 in the evening, but I'm not buying. The only thing that I would do for him is buying that bus ticket back to Johore.

By then he was getting desperate and blah blah blah, willing to kneel on the streets (which to him I answered no need) and then his tears came. But I'm sticking to my deal, I buy you the bus ticket, that's the only help I will give. No more than that. He said his other friends will bash him up for not returning what was left in the hotel room, I shot back one question, 'You dealing with drugs? What is so important in the hotel room? Your passport? You're from Johore, and who will bring such IMPORTATN stuff on a casual trip you just mentioned?' He answered that somethings are private and he did not wish to reveal too much...

Well, I think that if he cannot be honest, bb lorr!

And my GF was there on the car waiting to pick me up. I told him, you wait for me here, I promise I will buy you a ticket. And so I put my things in the car, and I turned back, he was gone. I couldn't see him anywhere. So I left... Fair? Yes to me.

Then my phone rang, an unknown number from Seremban. I don't bother picking it up, my GF ask me to pay it no heed. Yah, it was fair that I left. I had hear enough, and even offered him a ticket back but he didn't want it. He wanted something from the hotel room... I don't want to help him on that, who knows he might be a pusher? What if I was caught with him? GG! My clan mates will say...


If he WAS beaten up by his friends, well, you just mix with the wrong guys. No friend of mine, in my knowledge, will beat me up for things.... Err... Exclusion clause here, except DoTA, where things can go rough!

Boredom

Studying is boring, decided to take a few photos

And so I got the digicam, inserted the batterties, and

The batteries were dry, so I left them to charge

And I found the webcam!

Yah I am at Sien's previous colony --- the table

Hmm... How long will you still serve me yet? I look after both of you well, you know...

The idiot behind this blog... Listening to some music under the 'ambient??' genre...

Exams = Madness

Exams = DoTA, pawning AI until 2am

Exams = Badminton 12am-2am

Exams = Late night supper

Exams = No more voluntary ward rounds

See all the things exams bring out in people? Exams should be banned!



Now about PBL,

Dear Prof Debra, your intentions are noble enough. However there are a few flaws;

PBL = Wasting of time wondering 'WTF she'd just explained that 2 minutes ago and now you are going to repeat to us AGAIN the same facts?'

PBL = Brings out the bad habit of kiasu-ing for marks, see the point above
worse still I don't think they were penalised for wasting time repeating same stuff over and over and OVER again

PBL = Reveals idiots who boasted a lot in the first session but kept very quiet in the second



finally
PBL = Headaches trying to comprehend a chest tube insertion, EXPLAINED by READING out from a book, in barely comprehensible, rotten English


Thank you Dr Ng, your tutorials had been interesting... And thank you for driving down on purpose in the afternoons!

Accidents

My friend, Selene's car was hit by a speeding + beating-the-red-lights car and both car spinned ending in the other car crashed into the drain.

In Nilai, 3 family members in a Rusa burnt to death after their car was hit from behind by a BMW SUV, again, speeding car.

On wednesday night, I witnessed an accident victim who was bought in after he was hit by a car during a cycling session. They (and we) did CPR for more than 45minutes but we lost him in the end. I didn't stay to see his family members...

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MALAYSIAN DRIVERS? THEY CAN'T DRIVE WITH THEIR HEAD STRAIGHT?

Given the chance, I will personally puncture all 4 tyres of a speeding car when it stops, so that it cannot speed anymore

DIE, MAGGOT!

I was loitering around Tuesday night, after tiring out studying. At KahKian's room I was, determining the bra cup that Lara Croft wears in her Legends series. She looks HOT in her safari outfit, and her night dress comes next... We were admiring her curves and her lady lumps while she did almost impossible tasks on icy mountain tops...

Feeling guilty, I went back to my room and decided to lie down and mug again. It was then I kicked something small. Let's say, the size is about 2.5cm, and it has the tendency to roll under your big toe after you kicked it, that explains the surface texture of the object. I looked and saw something white on the ground, somehow cyclinderic in shape. I gave it a nudge with my toe and noticed that it emitted some black liquid that sticked to my toe.

TO MY UTTERMOST HORROR AND DISGUST, THAT THING STARTS TO WIGGLE! OMFG IT'S A DAMNED MAGGOT!

I picked it up with a tissue paper and threw it away, wondering where was the source. There's nothing dead in my room, no rotten smell neither. I proceeded carefully checking my bed....

OMG THERE'S ANOTHER ONE ON MY BED! AND ONE UNDER MY BLANKET TOO! The maggots are tired of living down the bottom end of our society hierrachy and it had just started its war on humanity---the prime target being me!

I couldn't stop swearing WTF WTF WTF WHAT THE HELL IS THIS WORMHOLE I'M LIVING IN WHY THE HELL I GOT MAGGOTS IN MY ROOM WHAT THE HECK IS THIS SHITTY PLACE!!?!?!?? Stuff...

I lifted my bed and VOILA! THERE WERE AT LEAST 7 OF THEM CRAWLING AROUND HAPPILY UNDER MY BED! I 'ridsected' them and waited for half an hour and THEY JUST REFUSE TO LIE QUIET!

I resorted to the broom...

On the second day, the helpless lady in the office wailed, 'I already had people sent up to investigate last week... What to do?'

Well, at least I share something in common with the great spider-lady Andariel... Both of us DETEST Duriel's minions...