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16.5.09 – 4.7.09

11 Jul

So, as promised, I am going to just brief you guys what we PM did for the one and half months before MHS.

Minggu Haluansiswa (MHS) is orientation for the first years and us, Pembantu Mahasiswa (PM) are volunteers that are supposed to help out throughout MHS..

Thing about 3rd college PMs is we sort of camped for almost two months before MHS but no, we don’t start on MHS’s work yet.

We have all sorts of programmes in line all to polish our leadership and other soft skills.

The first, if I didn’t remember wrongly was the SPM camp.

Only Muslims can take part in this camp so the non-Muslim PMs took charge of the food stall. Yup, for one week, we took over our famous mamak in 3rd, Sahur.

Among the things we sold were burgers…


Malaysian ice-cream…


drinks, ‘nasi lemak’, fried food, otak-otak and lots more. It was seriously tiring and no fun. Let’s just say opening a food stall is going to be one of my last ambitions.

Then, it was the UPSR camp, or what we call the ‘Kem Bintang Harapan’.

40 students came from Sekolah Rendah Methodist Tanjung Malim, if I didn’t remember wrongly and we were the facilitators. 😀



They were all really nice and adorable kids! It was the first time I facilitated a camp and it’s the best so far!

When they left, it was a pretty hard moment for all of us.

Then we went to Carey Island to visit the orang asli’s settlement but I don’t have any of the pictures with me so I’ll just skip that ok? 🙂

After that it was the ‘Kebajikan’ trip we went and PERNIM it was.

PERNIM, as I mentioned earlier is a shelter for kids and single mothers whose lives are affected because of AIDS.

It was heartbreaking to see so many innocent kids there.

We spent the whole day there playing, teaching and even put some to sleep.



There was this little child there who was sleeping in another house when the rest were all gathered at one.

Chai was the one who saw her and lifted her up after getting his permission to do so. What we knew later about this little girl’s story made me both extremely sad and angry.

She was born without a hole to pass motion, an asshole to make things simple. And she has down syndrome and what’s worst she has heart problems too.

She’s under the shelter of PERNIM now and surgeries were done to make her a hole to pass motion, that’s the good news.

Then, they told us her story.

Her father is her mother’s son-in-law. This pathetic, idiotic, WORTHLESS son-in-law actually raped his own wife’s mother and made her pregnant!

I know, wtf right?! I was so pissed at men at that moment!

Unfair, I know but that man is such a beast, he brings shame to the entire men population on Earth!!!

Raping is already bad but raping your own family member is f*cking unacceptable!!!

And who’s the biggest victim from such an irresponsible act?

The child!!!


Just look at her. Gosh.

Then, we went to BTN on that day itself. I didn’t snap any pictures as well cause they confiscated our phones.

It was boring and…boring. It was one of my emotional moments during the camp because I was having my monthly thing-y and they were telling us stories about the ‘things’ there.

I seriously pantang those things one so I ended up washing, WASHING my used pads.

Won’t elaborate on the washing process of course, but it was so disgusting, it affected my mood badly.

The only thing I like about BTN was the bus trip home! Had a good chat with Chai and got to know 2nd college PMs better,so it was fun. 🙂

When we got back, we began on the preparations for MHS, finally.

In between that, we went for ‘Induksi HEP’ as well. I would say that’s part of the preparation as well.



Then, finally, MHS! 😀


I didn’t snap a lot of pictures throughout the week as I was in the Discipline Unit.

I only managed to snap a few when the freshies were not looking. Hehe.

This was on the first day during registration. All of us were in masks and gloves.


And this was the last day of MHS. The highlight of the week, they were all in Dewan Tunku Chancellor, for the first time to compete cheers.


For some reasons, I liked it better before MHS.

The whole thing was fun but strangely, the least fun one was MHS.

End of MHS, Beginning of a Whole Lot More

7 Jul

Yes, as the titles says, MHS is finally done and over with but I’ve got a whole lot more things in line.

For instance, Minggu Interaksi Kurshiah (MIK) which is going to start next week. Then there’s my faculty’s I-Week, PBUM’s MB thing-y, PBUM’s Vege Stall and Da Yao, the Chinese Concert that I joined last year as a Marketing committee. Not forgetting my role as CCC’s Timbalan Pengarah.

The thoughts of all those commitments are killing me already. I need to buck up this semester to pull my pointers up again.

The so-called reunion with the Uni buddies never seemed to work cause everyone’s busy with their own things. *sigh*

Will update with pictures from my PM days soon.

Till then.



29 Jun

It’s day two. And I’m feeling all tensed already.

I’m in a bureau whereby not only I can’t have fun with the juniors, I’m supposed to make them miserable.

Yes. Discipline unit.

Before this, I thought of going all strict and fierce cause to me, to control 300 students from various backgrounds, that’s the only way.

So, day 1, I was strict, fierce and plain annoying. I myself didn’t like the things I scold them for cause I was simply finding excuses to scold them.

Immediately, that evening, a few of them disliked me already. They were showing faces when I spoke or simply pass by.

One of them even complained straight to another PM.

I changed my method of approach later, not because I want them to like me. But it was just simply meaningless to me, for yelling at them over the wrong colour shoes they wear and all.

However, today, I was the bitch again.

This time, it was real anger.

They are so spoilt! They spend most of the time in an air conditioned room and yet can complained when told to practise cheers.

And the cheers they do, $@^%#$!!!

If other colleges were here, 3rd residents can start digging holes to bury themselves.

The guys were the soft ones, barely touching their thighs when they were actually supposed to hit them.

And know what, there was one time a girl actually lead the cheers.

Guys, come on!

Third already has this disadvantage for having a LOT of female students compared to other colleges so our cheers are usually not as loud if compared to let’s say, 7th or 11th.

Then again, probably they can’t go to DTC this year, and experience the feeling of being challenged by other colleges, that’s why the low spirit.


And another problem is I really like helping juniors out like this year, we have one junior who is pregnant.

I pay a lot of attention to her cause I really admire her courage and think she needs the attention too.

But a few PM’s came to me and reminded me I’m in discipline. I’m not supposed to do that. That’s the ‘kebajikan’s’ duty.

*sigh sigh sigh*

I feel so tensed now, really.

The only time I’m myself is during ‘slot kerohanian’. Slots for non-muslims when the muslims go for their prayer.

Luckily I still can take care of the lil’ ‘bananas’, so I’m still on par with the reason I applied to be a PM.

Let’s just hope things will get better in the next few days.

Wish me luck!