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I was part of the Compassion Walk team who ‘walked’ in downtown KL, on the 12th of March 2011 (3.30pm to 4.30pm), to spread awareness that there were still people in need of love and compassion. And these people are the addicts, the alcoholics, the HIV positives, and those with AIDS.Page 2

~Roughly 350 youths walking to downtown KL.~

Some people today seemed to be unable to accept and to love these people who are living amidst them. They have prejudice towards these people just because they are ‘problematic’ and different. And they’ll have nothing to do with these people.

And I would say part of our objective is to make them aware that these people are still human, not much different from who we are. They are capable of feeling hurt, unwanted, lonely, and depressed. DSC_0175-horz

The mission was simple, to put on the shirt, and ask people to HUG us. But the message to me, to the youth who followed the walk… was a powerful one. For to put on the shirt was to admit that, I am an addict, I am HIV-positive, I have AIDS, or I am an alcoholic. We, who donned the shirt, was to be in the position of these people. I’d approached total strangers, said this to them: ‘I am an addict, can you give me a hug?’’ and wait for them to give me that hug.

And for much of the time, they just walked away. And it struck me. The people we are portraying were experiencing the same thing. People shunned them off/despise them/avoid them because they are different. How would you feel if no one were to love you, to care for you, to show compassion to you? How would you feel if you approached someone for help and that person just walked away, much like how many of those whom we approached that afternoon did?

I’ve learnt (first-hand) that afternoon that the world could really use more love and compassion. I’ve learnt that I can no longer feel indifferent towards the sufferings of other people. There are tonnes of other people in need of help out there, the people we have portrayed, the homeless, the orphans but what have we done to help them.

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~Preparing food and drinks, feeding the poor and homeless~

I gave food to the homeless earlier that day, watch them eat and listened to their stories of how they lived each day taking one step at a time. And their day can be a blessing or a curse for them, depending on how that day turned out. They might be having a warm night sleep by the roadside or they could be soaking wet when it rains. Yet, I realized they are as human as the rest of us. They have parents, siblings and friends. They still have hope and dreams for a better life. Some managed to maintain their dignity by which they really didn’t like to be termed ‘homeless’ or to be found scraping food and materials out of trash. They didn’t like to feel ‘sympathy’ from others because of their dignity and yet they don’t have a choice most of the time. Sometimes they were even taken advantage of, when their employers refused to pay them for the work they’ve done. The world that they lived in was a world that I could have never imagine being in. And yet they are still optimistic about their life. The homeless guy my group talked with was cheerful and even sang bits of songs for us.

Some of the participants from my group did a short sharing session a week after the ‘Walk’ and the facilitator mentioned that they had visited these the HIV-positive/AIDS patients in the hospitals and some of these patients were actually reluctant to talk with them. It was as if they had accepted the reality that they will be shunned by society and that to me is just a sad case.

I think its really about time we start to accept these people for who they are and to welcome them into society with open arms. To show them the love and compassion they seek. Because the world could use more of it.

Will you be making a difference this lent?

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I have an anger issue. Even my ex used to tell me about it. She said that I really have to control the anger which builds inside of me for no apparent reason. And I must apologize for letting her be the place where I release the swelling anger.

Anger has been swelling within me since Tuesday morning. Take this situation.

You are awaiting a parcel delivery from Citylink Express. The parcel was sent by the sender on Monday so tentatively, given that it’s express delivery, it should have reached the very next day. And so you waited the whole morning for that parcel. And it didn’t show. Alright then, perhaps they got sidetracked somewhere you thought. So on Wednesday, you called in to the hotline to ask where your parcel is. And so this girl’s voice told you that the parcel is on it’s way and tentatively will arrive before 5.30pm. Since you’re not feeling too well that day, you decided to wait for it. Fast forward and the clock shows 4.30pm. The elusive parcel was nowhere to be seen. So you made another call. And the girl’s say to have patience, that it will arrive before 5.30pm. And so we all ‘know’ what happens when 5.30pm arrives. No parcel. Next day, Thursday morning, you called once more, and this time the girl noticed that its you again. And so she takes down your address and number, says that she’s going to ask for the time the delivery man will stop by your place and then called you back. So you waited a while and still no call. So you decided to go to work and come back later when they finally called. Fast forward to lunch time. You received a call from the delivery man saying he’s outside your house. And that’s when you feel pissed. You tried to negotiate with him saying that you’ll rush  back now but he says he got other delivery to make. And so you decided to tell him a particular time when you’ll be at home so that he can make a second delivery. This story is still ongoing at the time of typing so you’re now at home waiting for the guy to come back with your parcel.

Some might argue that, its okay to be pissed off and angry since it’s the problem with the delivery. Anyone would have been angry. But I have to consider that being pissed off and angry at the person now wouldn’t help me get my parcel sooner. So after going through a morning of raging anger, I had to force myself to calm down and think. And so I’ve asked him to come again politely, even inserting a ‘Terima Kasih’ (Thank You) at the end of my message. And I really hope that he comes or I might find difficulties controlling my rage again.

Anger is really something that destroys a person and the person’s relationship with everyone around him. I did have this argument sometime ago with a friend and taking note of those factors which fuels an argument really helps. But sometimes its hard cause even when you’re using the tips to resolve an argument, the other party just don’t understand what you’re trying to do.

Another instance will be a chat session a few nights ago. We were chatting about religion and the arguments she made really cause me to lose myself. So much so that I called her a ‘hypocrite’. And I really do regret using that word. I did apologize and thankfully things are ok.

I think that some of my anger management methods are working. At least, I acknowledge that the current me handles anger a lot better than the me a few years ago.

But still I definitely won’t be using Citylink anymore. And I suggest anyone reading this to think twice before going for Citylink. I’m just really dissatisfied with their service.

This post is up after Mitsuki requested it…

It happened during the trip to Malacca…

It was during the 2nd day of the trip…

CharYong and me were waiting for Mitsuki to come out of her work place and while she was walking towards us

This monk approached her…

Even have the photo some more…

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~The case of the cheater and the cheated…~

According to Mitsuki… The monk approached her… Pass a prayer tag to her and something else which is holy to her… And said that those were gifts for her…

And then he asked for Mitsuki to write down her name on a book he was carrying.. Mitsuki being quite a religious girl did just that… And then the monk bring out his intention… He wants Mitsuki to donate money to the building of a Guan Yin statue at Tapah or somewhere… He showed Mitsuki the contents of the book where others had donated RM50 or even RM 100 to the cause… So Mitsuki brought out her purse and proceed to take out an RM10 to give the monk… The monk took the money and then tried to influence Mitsuki to donate more cause its supposed to be for a noble cause… And when Mitsuki refused he somewhat snatched the more valuable gift he gave Mitsuki and move off…

And that when Mitsuki noticed that she may have been cheated…

Seemed to have ruined her mood a bit… She kept on complaining throughout lunch to CharYong and me…

And so that’s the end of Part 1 of the cheater and the cheated…

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Now for Part 2

After lunch and after Mitsuki went back to her work place… Me and CharYong was burning our time away after shopping at the food court… When we noticed that Monk-Cheater around asking for donations again…

CharYong straight away ask me whether we should cheat him back or not…

And out of the blue (And I know this ain’t the correct thing to do), I agreed.

So when the monk came to our table.. He did the same as what he did to Mitsuki… He handed out two of those prayer tags to me and CharYong.

And I ask what was it for… And he said those are gifts… And I made note that he mentioned it was gifts…

And then after we accepted those tags… He bring out his book and ask me to put down my name and say that this is a donation campaign for a Guan Yin statue in Penang (Note the change in place where he said the statue was at) And we chit-chatted a bit with him telling him that we didn’t heard of any statue in Penang being built… And he kept insisting there was…

And ultimately… I drop the bottom line and said, I am not interested in donating… And automatically his hand reached out for the prayer tags which he gave us… And that’s when we stopped him and said… These were gifts remember???! And he started grumbling a bit… But we didn’t let go of those tags… And after a bit of grumbling he moved off…

So after that, I’m quite sure we quite ruined a bit of his day… And perhaps saved a few more innocent people from taking those ‘tags’…

Gave the tags to Mitsuki when we met her since I don’t need it… And it cheered her up a bit…

So here’s a lesson to all those potential cheaters out there…

‘If you don’t like the taste of your own medicine, then don’t cheat other people’

 

And that concludes the story of the cheater and the cheated…

-The End-

If there is anyone reading this who would like to stay back in UPM during the holidays, please get a car…

If those reading this wants to send their child to UPM to study… Please read on and then reconsider…

I hate the buses here… Waited for almost 2 hours for the hourly K17 bus again… Before I moved towards the KMR bus stop area to get a taxi

Amazingly the taxi drivers there seemed to be the worst I’ve seen… RM8 for a trip to college… Impossible… That’s just pure extortion…

Asked them to use meter… They don’t want… Maybe I should report them… Next time I will… If they charge me ridiculous amount…

So in the end I started walking… Yup… The 2nd time in 2 weeks… Was about to reach Mardi when a nice Malay uncle (Must have been sent from above) stopped beside me and asked me where I’m headed and offered to send me there on his motorbike…

I hopped on… Without a helmet… And he really sent me to K17… Amazing… Why can’t there be more people like him…

If there are more people like that uncle, rather than those never-punctual bus drivers or those I’ll-leech-as-much-money-as-I-can-from-you taxi drivers… Then perhaps Malaysia will be a better place to live in…

I’ve been quite busy recently… Noting last Friday at which I left my house at 7.40am and reach back my house at 11.00pm… A whole day out again… And why 11.00pm?? It was because of Psalms practice at chapel… Which I went straight after I got out of lab…

It is these type of schedule which I grew to dislike a lot… The habit of doing something in the morning, afternoon and later night… Without having the chance to even go home and take a bath or lie on my bed to rest a while… Really builds up the tension at times…

What’s worst sometimes is that when I do have activities at night… Which I sometimes have… And it requires me to go to the meet after lab… without returning home first (Since returning home may mean a good bath… but will also mean extra walking and rushing… And possibly a more tired me)… and when I arrived at the place of the meet… I found it dark, and empty…

Not once, not twice but several times… I had to wait another 20-30mins before there is actually someone else arriving at the area… And I thought I was the one late… but in fact… I’m the earliest…

There was even once, a meet was set at 8pm… At which I went from lab… Arriving a bit late at 8.15pm… The place was dark and there was people waiting outside… The meet has not started… And then came a phone call from the person who organized the meet saying she’ll arrived in 30 minutes time… I almost fainted after hearing it…

Please do not follow the so called Malaysian time.. People who have to use public transport and without the pleasure of riding car may eventually resort to cursing you for the time you wasted…

*really not in a good mood recently*