Broga Hill XPDC

Assalamualaikum. Emm it has been a long time my blog dead and becoming internet scrap.. Oh.. sorry for that.. Not because lack of time, but the desire to post had fade.. So, this can be considered as comeback.. I believe the audience want something fresh and new and original.. And something like that is hard to find.. So, here it is..

This time, under the label rider's profile, I am going to share my experience climbing the famous Broga Hill in Semenyih.. For those who know they will not be astonished with the crowd of a peaceful country side, Broga especially during the weekends. Its like there is something fascinating waiting for them there.. (to me gold is fascinating)

Yeah, its the hill.. Broga Hill.. It is not because of it's height, but because of the panorama it gives for people who dare to climb.. So, drive your car or ride your motorcycle there as soon as you perform the Subuh prayer.. Dont be late, because you will miss the sun rise.. And they say it is a very beautiful scene for you to see if your timing is good.. (provided the weather is clear)

Park your car anywhere along the road side and walk to the oil palm plantation.. You also can park your car inside the plantation and have a shorter distance of walking.. But in the end, you will find an old 'nyonya' waiting at the entrance and smiling at you.. Every smile is not free and you have to pay RM2 for it..
OK, let us not wasting our time there and pursuit our mission to the top.. It is not a long journey, just about 1.8 km to get to the top.. Rumors has it, that 'nyonya' at the entrance with RM2 smile climbs the hill everyday.. So, it is a humiliation if young people cant get to the top.. It is an easy path at first, but later becomes harder as you proceed to the peak.. (I have to lie to make the story interesting) Actually the journey is easy.. But beware, some area might really2 slippery.
If you really aim for the peak, it will take about an hour depends on the traffic.. But I took more time than anyone.. Because I am enjoying taking photos. Grass, hills, mountain and people.. After reaching the peak of the hill, one may continue his/her journeys to the Gunung Tok Wan.. My crew and I went up there.. It is not hard to get to the top.. If you want a hiking experience, find other mountains.. You walk for another 3.1km just to reach the 680m mountain.. Broga Hill's peak is already 450m height.. So you just ascending about 250m.. Besides there is nothing to be seen.. No scenery.. No waterfall, river.. Nothing, just a sign board saying that you are at the peak of 680m mountain..

Not many trees around at the Broga Hill, only grasses.. Green and yellow.. Sometimes already brown.. So, to avoid sunburns, better get down before 12.. And if you are tired, there are few people selling foods and drinks down the hill.
I think not much to say, you better go there by yourselves and see.. Dont forget to bring your camera..

D.O will do

Assalamualaikum. Emm had been a long time since my last post.. Today, I want the readers to have a look to one tupical situation in a public hall.. This was taken months ago and here the depth of my laziness to publish is shown after 5 months i took these pictures using my beloved handphone which is bestowed with 8mp camera at her back.. Huh.. huh..

I was there in the hall that Saturday, to take my uncle 'monthly gift' from the welfare.. Its a long list of people came here.. Many of them are elderly and OKUs.. Or we also can find many widows here.. They were gathering in the hall to get their RM300.00.. Wow a lot of money.? Especially now where inflation is rising to the moon and the price of goods and foods are sky high..

There is nothing wrong with the amount given.. They should be grateful because at least they get some money to continue their journey before they reach the pull stop.. But the annoying thing is, because of the lack of system from the welfare people made these respectful golden age people have to wait long every month before getting their money.. Its very pity.. Please do not get angry, because this is a natural phenomenon when we are dealing with the government servants..

They have a nice trend to work slowly because procrastination is what they had been taught by their senior.. So, they inherit generation by generation and it became their symbol of heritage.. We might not seeing this if we go to the banks or any firms that is own by private company.. They will try their best to serve their customers..
In their mind, if I am not up to the standard, I will be kicked out.. It is in contrary to the most of the government servants, in their mind, whatever I do, I will be here.. That is why, we can see them talking in harmony at the stall or restaurant with their uniform.. I even see them at cyber-cafe playing game.. How did I know.? Because they pay me to teach them how to play a certain game.. Huhu, that is the advantage of being a gamerz like me.. And sometimes I even see them playing bowling happily.. In my mind, they were very good at finishing their jobs so the can play games for hours..

What if the prime minister or minister or even a district officer (DO) comes.. Of course they will get the warmest welcome.. They will walk on a red carpet like a super stars.. Everything will be fast and smooth.. Not only at that time, even 1 week before the schedule, they already painting here and there, putting decoration anywhere.. Why this does not happen in above situation.? They are human too.. The answer is simple, D.O will do..

Actually, still there are many government workers who work very hard to fulfill their responsibilities.. To them we should thank them for their tireless effort.. They are our hero, because without them, our country will not become productive.. Thanks a lot..

Huh.. huh.. I am not going to type a little longer because my finger got fatigue.. But the point is, whenever we got responsibility, please do not make people lost their trust to us.. Allah always know what ever we do, even everything in our mind.. Please do our responsibility.. Till the next posting.. (I dont know how many years)

The REAL supporter

Assalamualaikum. Emm happy day to all.. We are now in the second half of Syaaban into Ramadhan.. Have we prepare ourselves accordingly to enter Allah's institutional of education.? Hopefully we are into it and be with al-muttaqin..

Date : 25th of July 2010 (Sunday)
Time : 1616
Location : Bukit Jalil LRT station
Emm I was on the verge of coming back to my highly rated place Skudai.. Thanks to my fellow friend Hazim for giving me a sonic riding experience to get here.. Hope you will score in your exam.. The bus will departed at 1800.. I still have more than 1 and half hour of precious time to kill.. Anyway I am not a murderer..
I kept wandering and wandering, why I am here in the bus station where in other places my friends were already home.? The answer is simple, its all back to my laziness that doing its job well as a hindrance to my plan.. Even Sobrie and his wife were already in Terengganu since Thursday.. Thanks to his super ultimate Saga that is comparable to my legendary bike..
Since Pudu Raya station is under renovation, they change the location for the buses to Bukit Jalil, the advantage is, the LRT ticket from Cempaka is cheaper (less RM.80) compare to the ticket to Plaza Rakyat..
While waiting to Asar prayer at 1645, I sat in a bench near the surau.. I wondered why there are so many people heading to the stadium that evening.. I kept thinking in my mind.. Somehow I heard a voice from a man. "Malaysia or Korea.?" he said to a couple.. Now I remembered that evening a match between Malaysia U23 against Korea's Olympic will be held shortly.. Suddenly many more sellers came and place their products which I think were the clone from each others in the floor..
There were mufflers, banners, fancy hats and the most attracting thing which is a small trumpet.. I believe it is not vuvuzuela which are the infamous toys during the Africa 2010 World Cup.. You will not going to believe the sound produce by the trumpet is so loud as you were putting your ear in the mouth of a trombone in a marching band.. The price was RM15 at that time and you will never get anything less than that in the next seller as the goods were all clone..
Than another man came and got a customers in just a second leaving the other women who were already there got the feeling of temperament.. "Eh, you just arrived and than took our customer." burst one of the women.. The man smiled and said "The spirit of loving our country is already instilled in our heart.. So we must work hand by hand to deliver our spirit to the others." All saleswoman there became annoyed with his joke.. I laughed at them.. At first I wanted to take my camera but there was a little memory in my brilliant brain that reminding me that my camera is out of battery.. Never worry as the heroes will always have their alternatives..
Buyers chose their favourite colours

I took my brand new W995 Sony-Ericsson hand phone which embedded with 8.1 Megapixels camera and captured the since.. I love my hand phone very much.. I reached home at 2230 and my younger sister said that Malaysia won 1-0.. Congratulation Malaysia.. Congratulation all the supporters..

In this scenario we can see that not only the buyers are supporting Malaysia, but also the sellers.. So the question is, who is the super-real supporter.?

jumping mid-wife

Assalamualaikum. Emm oh, after awhile, again we meet.. Actually I am really busy after the semester break.. Paediatric posting suppose to be my heaven if USiM prepare it at least in the modest way they can give.. In the end we were happy after a vacation to the hell for 8 weeks.. Anything happened in the past 8 weeks will never bleach my determination to become a paediatrician in the future.. But no one know where the future lies.. This is not the story of my paediatric posting, this is all about experience I got few days before I enter the paediatric ward..

As usual, you have to look for the title to get at least a frame (if you are too slow to get the picture) of what I am going to tell in this post.. 'Jumping mid-wife'.. What is mid-wife.? Is there full wife.? Half wife.? Quarter wife.? Actually there is no such thing.. Especially as a muslim, a wife is a wife and must do her jobs as a wife to help the husband in creating a peaceful, 'productive' islamic family according to the Islamic teaching.. Okay let me tell you.. Mid-wife is a kind of nurse that has the knowledge and skills in conducting and assisting delivery.. Although it is not a specialty, at least they know how to do it better than the other nurses especially ICU nurses and OT nurses..

In my obstetric posting 6 months back, I met many people.. One of them is Kak Su, a mid-wife in Hospital Ampang labour room.. Labour room is not a room for those Indonesian, Burmese or Vietnamese who works in the construction field.. It is a place for mothers to deliver their baby.. Fathers also can be there to vomit, black-out and cry at least if they are not able to help..
Back to Kak Su, she is a friend of mine.. She taught and helped me a lot to conduct the deliveries.. Not to show off, but USiM medical students have to conduct at least 15 deliveries.. No other universities in Malaysia force their students to conduct more than 10 deliveries.. And it is not a phenomenon for you to see the attachment students from Russia or Ukraine become really proud to touch the placenta and the umbilical cord..
To make the story short, (the longer the story, more people will be attacked my dirty, sarcastic mind) She will get marry in May, and wanted me to do a favour.. It is not a secret as everyone know my fondness of taking pictures.. She also knew it.. She asked my help to be a photographer for her wedding.. At first, I reluctant to do it because I never do such thing.. But she kept persuading me and finally I melt.. "Okay RM300 and its a deal.. But as usual, it is my trend (for now) not to edit the pictures I took" I said to her..
She seemed okay with it.. The next thing I have to do is to get another camera to make my job easier.. Within a split second I found the target, Rahimie.. He is a fourth year students with D90 DSLR (digital single lense reflex) camera.. It is a complicated matter because the camera is really precious to him as he love it more than his six pads abdomen.. But as the MPP's bureau of welfare.. He seems concerned of my problem and lent me his babes.. I promised to give him RM30 for it.. I saved more than RM70 for something alike..
When the time came, I rode my beloved motorcycle to Kuala Pilah.. Its a very long journey which took about one and a half hour by my super fast bike.. There, I have no time to waste and I began my duty.. I did my job quite well for a beginner.. Beside, I never follow people doing this.. As a loner, I had difficulty in adjusting the famous D90.. I always remembered Rahimie as he kept mentioning about the price of his babes if something happen.. Luckily nothing goes wrong that day..The best thing is, we went for outdoor in Ulu Bendul a famous recreation park in Negeri Sembilan.. I like the place and the couple is really co-operative.. The husband is really 'slumber'.. I don't mean he is sleepy.. I mean he is a cool guy.. Therefore its not hard for me to ask for the pose I wanted.. Actually I just pretended as I know the suitable pose for them.. But who knows.? It really works..

I got RM300 minus Rm30 for Rahimie's camera.. Its not a lot, but I am really happy.. I sent the pictures to Kak Su and she is happy to see it.. In the end both parties felt happy.. I hope they will be happily ever after..
Before I end my post, I would like to ask, what and who is actually the 'jumping mid-wife'.? You don't have to squeeze your brain to get the answer..