Kenangan Terindah

Aku yang lemah tanpamu

Aku yang rentan karena

Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu

Yang mampu menyanjungku

Selama mata terbuka

Sampai jantung tak berdetap

Selama itu pun aku

mampu tuk mengenangmu

Darimu ku temukan hidupku

Bagiku kaulah cinta sejati

Bila yang tertulis untukmu

Adalah yang terbaik untukku

Kan ku jadikan kau kenangan

Yang terindah dalam hidupku

Namun takkan mudah bagiku

Meninggalkan jejak hidupku

Yang telah terukir abadi

Sebagai kenangan yang terindah

At first, I don't really knew this song, and I don't like either. The first time I sang this song was the last day of my CB class. This song was one of the songs that my group sang (which I don't know). I don't know how to sing and I just follow the rest. After that, I heard some of the people there singing this song and I felt familiar. During our farewell party, we all sang this song and I begun to love it. I copied the lyrics and have it bluetoothed to my handphone. This song was sang the most during the last few days I had in my camp. My mess-mates especially, sang the song over and over again when a person was about to leave us behind.

All those days I had in Kem Bakau Resort were some of the sweetest and happiest days in my life. No matter what heppens, I will always remember those wonderful days I shared with all my compatriots. We laughed together, cried together, have fun together, and get punished together. Although those days were over and I have to continue to move forward no matter how, but those days will be kept inside my heart as a memory and it will be the most beautiful memory - Kenangan Terindah ever...

Our Only Entertainment Spot

Our cafe was our only entertainment spot. That was the place where we wiras and wirawatis gathered during the holidays and after kerohanian class. There were 3 shops available, but only 2 will open at a time. I will never forget the burger stall there. The burger man really don't know how to estimate time, don't have the brain to do business ( normal lah for malays ) and cook very slow..... We always have to wait at least half an hour for one burger. Kong Sime waited for his for 45 minutes and he scolded the burger man in a very funny way.

Sime: " Kenneth, sudah berapa lama kamu tunggu utk burger kamu?" ( purposely speak in malay )

Kenneth: " sudah 30 minit."

Sime: "kamu order apa? saya order burger special"

Kenneth: " oh, samalah"

Then, the burger man gave Sime his burger special after 45 minutes with a very special way, which he put the burger in a box where normally he gave us the burger in oil paper. What a special burger... Oh ya, the food they sold there were queit expensive. Below are the prices for the food and drinks available.

burger biasa - RM3.00

burger special - RM 3.50

nasi lemak - RM 2.00 ( very little only )

ice cream - RM 0.50 per scoop

ais kacang - RM 2.00

ais kacang + ice cream - RM 2.50

keropok lekor - RM 1.00 for five ( normal price lah )

drinks - RM 1.00 per cup ( normal also lah )

popiah - RM 1.00 for 3

fried bread - RM 1.00 for 2

sausage bread - RM 1.50

4R photo - RM 1.20 per piece

company photo 8R - RM 12.00

So, for those who are going for national service in the future, remember to ask more money from your parents. Don't ever think that you won't spend a lot just because they supplied everything for you. Money is not sufficient there!

all wirawati

our last night

me & Thum Thum

Khidmat Komuniti

Jabatan Pertanian Negeri Terengganu was the first place I went for Khidmat Komuniti. Caren, Sook Yin, Mei, Chee Keat (our penghuu), Thum Thum and Jye Haur were in the same group as me during the community service. We went to the fruit orchid in Rantau Abang to plant dragon fruit trees or known as pokok pitaya in BM. 4 people in a group, each of us dug our own hole and we planted our dragon fruit trees which were about 3 months old in it. Later, we took a lot of pictures and the owner of the orchid gave us the permission to pluck whatever fruits we can find there. So, we plucked ample of jambus, starfruits and "ah mo ka na" ( I don't know the name in english, it's a green oval shaped fruit). The profit of the orchid must have reduced a lot for that month hahaha...

we were planting our dragon fruit trees

Jambus!!!

The next place we visited was a village where It's the almost location of DiGi. I forget the name of the village but what I can remember was the village sure was dirty. They asked us to clean their hall which was full of goat dungs...yucks! We cleaned the windows, helped to sweep the leaves and I think that's all. We were playing most of the time hahaha... I have the chance to use the gun. Not M16, but the water gun hahaha... I used that to spray at the high places of the hall. Well, actually it looks like a sniper more than M16.

huh?! M16?

like doing moral project-kerja amal

The last place I went before I leave camp was Rumah Ehsan, a government old folks home. We saw all kinds of old peope with all kinds of sickness, from the most normal diabetes and high blood pressure to those who can't move, talk and eat by themselves. There was a man who slept in the middle of one of the rooms who really can't do anything except for lying down. He has to depend on tubes for eating and drinking..poor man... All the old people were glad to see us and they talked to us non-stop. You'll know how terrible the environment was and let me give you all of a piece af advice. Don't ever send ur parents to the old folks home!!! They don't want to be there if they had a choice!

These 2 aunties suffer from stroke and thay can walk and talk properly

Rumah Ehsan at Dungun

" Children need to obey their parents"

Ephesians 6:1-3

Classes In Camp

our books

Apperently, there were 3 classes, 3 boring classes in the camp. The first class was the Character Building (CB) class, Integration class was the second class and the last was Kenegaraan class.

CB
The CB class was divided into 2 categories, the first was about youself and the second was about other people. For me, both were the same...Lame... I already knew and learend everything what they're going to teach in church. So, I didn't really paid attention in class. There were 4 classes, Andromeda, Betajais (don't know how to spell), Casiopeta and Draco, and I'm in Casiopeta. Pei Jun, Wai San, Lychee, Lian Chin, Kevin, Boh were in the same class with me. From what I remembered, I didn't finish both the classes. I went for a medical chek-up on the first day of the first class and I only show up on the second day. I'm in a group where there were only 2 chinese, one was me and the other was Robin. I didn'n have any conversation with him because I was waiting for him to start it, but he didn't. So, I just kept queit. My group name was Tuah. Then, I went back for Cheng Beng holidays and so I missed the last day of the first class and the first day of the second class. My second group was Freedom Star and I'm in the same group with Kevin. Thank God, at least I have someone that I knew to talk to. We will sing the Hijau song and then we have to enter the class and sit in a theatre form (4 person in a row) before the music stopped. We were asked to do the stupid mind-maping thingy, which they called it pemetaan visual everyday. Then all kinds of boring activities we had to do. They tought us how to juggle but I cant manage to do it untill today hehe... Then, each group has to do a presentation or perfomance on the last day of the class. As for my group, we planned to do a sketch. We discussed and settled everything on the day before the presentation but then one of the malay guys wanted to change it to singing. I was so frustrated with him, not because he changed our idea, it's because he didn't show up the last day during discussion and he let us to do the discussing, he will follow what we tell. So, I just kept queit the whole time. At last, we sang songs which I don't know in front and that was the end of CB class.

Integration Class
Integration class was the best class among the 3 classes, bcause it has no rules and teachers can't control us. We just did our own things in the class and the teacher followed whatever we told her to. We ran to other classes and the teacher can't do anything about it. At the last day of the class, each grup has to do presentations again. My class teacher chose dance. We have to perform malay dance, indian dance and chinese dance. Therefore, me, Caren, Sook Yin, Yi Min, a few malay girls and a few malay guys created a fan dance. We made our own fans out of paper and we painted it with red colour water colour which were very limited. Instead of painting the whole fan red, we left the middle part white. Although it seemed weird, but at least that's the best we can do. There was less than a day for us to practice our dance but yet we performed quite well. I'm satisfied with the result.

fan dance

dikir barat by other group

my group ( group 4 ) with our teacher, Miss Lily

Kenegaraan Class
If you've learnt Pengajian Am, you'll find that kenegaraan class was something like that. It was the most boring class ever. I'm in the Tun Perak class and I slept in the class. I don't care what the teacher was talking about. Thank God I don't have to finish the class hahaha...

Bravo! Mighty! Mighty! Ying Xiong!

Bravo Ying Xiong! That's right, I'm in the Bravo company in my camp. At first, I don't feel like giving anything to it. During the kkj time, I just gave my idea by designing the company's logo but my idea didn't won the vote. So, I just sit there doing nothing, letting the malays to do everything. But then when Caren's idea, which was the group name Ying Xiong won the vote, I started to have a little bit interested in contributing to Bravo. Because it's a chinese name hehehe... We changed the lyrics of the evreywhere we go song and in three major languages which were english, chinese and tamil. However, we choose only to sing the english part due the lack of time. Some of the wiras did a very nice thing, which was the hakka presentation. I think that was fantastic and funny too. Too bad I didn't record it down at that time...

I begun to get closer and closer to the Bravos as most of them were my mess mates. We played together and get punished together. The time when I felt the total cmmitment of Bravo was during the navigation training where we asked to cross the palm oil estate with a compass and bearings only. Although some of the malay guys were noisy but I really can't imagine what we're going to do without them. We helped each other to cross rivers, rivers with mud and all kinds of obstacles we faced. My group was the dirtiest group among the 8 groups because most of the girls fell into a deep muddy bank...It's really stink and dirty...Although we smelled weird, we were exhausted, thirsty but we had the spirit, the spirit to get on an air-conditioned bus; the spirit to go back to camp and the spirit to finish our journey. Well, what else I can say. Bravo is a ying xiong, not a gou xiong!

Everywhere we go,

people wants to know,

who we are,

where do we come from,

so we tell them,

we are the Ying Xiong,

Mighty! Mighty! Ying Xiong!

无论去到那里

人人都想知道

我们是谁

我们来自那里

我们告诉他们

我们是英雄

全能强大英雄

Naanggal enggea ponaalum

Yaar keattalum

Ondrea koorinoom

Naanggal taan Ying Xiong

Wira wira Ying Xiong!

wirawati Bravo Ying Xiong

wira Bravo Ying Xiong

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My Mess~Bakau 12

This is my mess

our toilet, where we brush our teeths, wash our laundries, bath and shit...

my bed and locker

I slept at the left side, the forth bed from behind. Pei Jun slept at my right and Qiao Yan at my left. When we first arrive, chinese only hang out with chinese, malays hang out with malays and indians hang out with indians. We were the one who made the most noise when the sun was still high up in the sky while the malays will made their revenges at night. The indians were like didn't exist because there was only one indian girl in our whole mess, which is Reetha. Then Sri became one of us a few weeks later which made two of them. We never get along and we quarelled for the plugs almost every Thursday night, Saturday and Sunday, because everyone wanted to charge their handphones and there were only 4 plugs.

If you've read the paper, you'll notice an article about my camp. There was a malay girl who gave birth in the camp's medic. That's not bad enough, because the worst was she was in the same mess as me! Well, none of us knew she was pregnant of course. We thought she was just big size. She always get mc from the medic and skipped most of the training. All sorts of sicknesses she has during activities and she will be very healthy and active during meals and when she's in the mess. All of us thought she was pretending, lazy to do the activities and none of us like her except for her two best friends which were as arrogant as she was. She acted like she was the dai ga je of the camp. She will just pushed you aside or punched you if you're blocking her way. Then she will cut the line following her wish when all of us were queueing for our food. One day, she went missing, and of course we don't even care about it. Then her friends said that she went home. As usual, we girls were quite busy body and so we asked about the reason of her returning. We were shocked when we knew that she was pregnant for 9 months and she just gave birth to a baby boy in the medic on that morning itself. Suddenly, we felt sorry and guilty for what we had done and thoughts about her before. We wanted to tell her we were sorry but none of us took the first move. We ought to keep it as a secret but the news really spread very quickly in the small camp. Everybody started gossiping about it for the next few days and our parents called us and told that there was an article about it. The headline of the news was "Pelatih PLKN Melahirkan Anak Di Dalam Kem" if I've not mistaken.

Members of mess 12 seemed to get along very well since she left camp. We cleaned the mess together, washed the toilet together, clean the canteen together and we played crazy stuffs together. After we came back from the Cheng Beng holidays, me and Ellen brought extension wires. Our problem was solve finally. We don't have to fight for the plugs anymore...

The month of May finally arrived and we all get our semester holidays starting from 8/5/08 till 12/5/08. Everyone should be excited for getting the chance to go home, but actually, we were not that happy after all. Most of us were going back and not coming back anymore because we were going to further our studies. 3/5/08-My mess mates gave those who were leaving a big surprise. Me, Hu Sin, Pei Jun, Shen Lee, Lih Jia and Ruby were really surprised for the farewell party. There were a huge wok of fried mee hon, cake, keropok lekor and all sorts of snacks and sodas. We told our truth feelings about our mess and the rest....and at last, we all shed tears.... Then, the big feast begun! We put cakes on each other faces and we fed a big mouth full of mee hon to each other. We chased all over the mess and the mess went very very messy. Therefore, we cleaned the mess together.

At night, the chinese girls had a H2O war in the toilet. Black vs White and Lian Chin was the only one who wore red t-shirt. We splashed and threw water into each other faces and suddenly....A teacher opened the door, " Sedang buat apa ni?" " Main air, cikgu" "Jangan terlalu bising tau, yg muslim nak sembahyang" "ok, cikgu". Oh boy, how relieved we were. We thought the teacher would asked us to get dressed up and see her right away...but, nothing happened. Hence, the war continued! All of a sudden, another teacher appeared at the door, and once again nothing happened. So, we continued to splash water. At last, another teacher came in....The teachers really potong stim...She asked us why we don't jump into the pool. We looked at each other and said "boleh ar?" "Boleh..." and so we jumped into the pool immediately and we took pictures in the pool.

Attention to all Mess 12 residents. I thanked God for putting me in this mess and having you guys as my mess mates. Although we quarrelled for some stupid reasons but we shared many wonderful moments together too. It's not easy for us who came from different backgrounds, cultures and religions to live under the same roof peacefully for one and a half month. I will never forget all the memories I had in Bakau 12. Mess 12 is the best!!!!


farewell party

eating with hands

girls under the pails

our swimming pool

H2O war!!!

Christian Bro. & Sis.

Christian wiras

Kevin

Alford
Kong Sime

Kenneth

Sam

Michael

Tan Sri

Christian wirawatis

Me

Caren

Ellen

Yi Min

Catholics

Nicholas

Robin

Reetha

Linzawati

As I said before, there were only 11 christians and 4 catholics in the whole camp. The first time we went to church was on Good Friday. We were wondering what the church looks like, does the church has air-conds? In the church, Caren was scanning for leng zai and she found one. He's Jeffrey the drummer and we found two more little leng zais, Clive and Cyrus (Clive is a baby and Cyrus is his elder bro). During our way back camp, me, Caren, Ellen and Yi Min made a lot of noise in the van chit-chating with Sam, Kenneth, Tan Sri and Michael. The rest were sleeping like pig in the back seats. We thought the driver wil be mad at us for making so much noise, but then he dropped us at 7-11! We shopped there and we went back to camp proudly holding our 7-11 plastic bags.

When Caren and I were taking hot water from the water machine for our maggies, a damn fair guy joined us. I knew he was one of the christians and he was sleeping back there in the van. " What's your name?" " Kevin ". That's the first conversation I had with him.

Easter Day was the second time we went to the church. Oh ya, forget to tell that the church was Elim Harvest Church at Dungun and air-conds were available hahaha... I passed my note book to the guys for them to write down their details and that was the day I knew all of their names.

Elim Harvest Church

The days I spent with them were the most precious days I had in camp. I'm always eager to go to church. I can't wait till Friday to arrive. I think it's because the church was like my home there. I felt very peaceful and comfortable in the church. So, that's the reason why I love the church.

Kerohanian Class

Apperently, there were two kerohanian classes. One on Thursday and one on Sunday. Thursday night's class was lead by christians from Kerteh and the Sunday night's class by catholics. To be honest, I enjoyed the Sunday class more than Thursday class. I think most probably because the Sunday class was lead by young peoples, David and Grace. As for the Thursday class, I don't know their names until today...

During our first kerohanian class, our teachers didn't showed up. So, we played all sorts of stupid and childish games in the class. Well, Alford and Kevin started first then the rest followed. We really did have fun especially when we aimed on someone. I don't wish to mention who and what we did but I'm sure those who joined us knew very well what I mean.... Surprisingly, we became very close to each other since that night. Just one night, God has brought us so near to each other...We almost spent every single day together and i really miss those days...

Thursday kerohanian class

Sunday kerohanian class

First Day In Camp

7/3/2008- I received an envelope with the National Service logo on it. I opened the envelope and on god! You must be jocking! I got to go to Terengganu for my ns training! That's so far... I wished they never picked me for that stupid training. I planned to use my asthma illness as an excuse and so, I went for a medical check-up. The so-called professions (doctors) didn't even checked properly and she crossed out the 'tidak layak' part. I like, hello? I'm an asthmatic patient. I thught asthmatic patients are excuse from PLKN...But the doctor said no... The sky seems to be falling down and I can't do anything about it... Then my mum tried to comfort me by saying " Look, you will be staying in a resort! Isn't that great?" Well, if that is God's decision, then i will go and don't know why i had a strong feeling that there is something God wants me to do in there...

So, I went to Stadium Shah Alam on 19/3/2008. I gave my bus ticket and i lined up in the row. While waiting, I scanned the whole place, finding for my friends and I found out that there were only 4 chinese girls in the line, including me! But then i realised there was only one indian girl, I felt relief all of the sudden. She definitely was one in the million. Later on, I saw a chinese guy wearing t-shirt and short pants lining up in the guy's queue. He walked in with his slippers, sun glasses and his funny looking hair in style. Then, another chinese guy walked in. To me, he was worst. He wore an old t-shirt, shorts, slippers and he has a really small bag with him. Not to mention empty too. How can they this kind of out fit on the first day? Suddenly, my mum called me from behind. She showed me my cousin, which was in the same camp as me. I knew that but for god's sake, my cousin was the second guy i mentioned above! That was the first time we met and he gave me a really bad first impression... Then, the teacher called our names and we get into our bus. Actually, I wanted to sit with one of the chinese girls but there were only single seats left. Why those who get into the bus earlier can't sit together? So, I have no choice but to sit with a malay girl, which I didn't talked to her anymore during the whole training. The time passed as slow as a snail. The 6 hours journey seems to meet no end. I can tell that I never had a peaceful moment in the bus in the whole journey. There was a malay boy who brought his wife (guitar) along and he played it and sang the whole time. Oh God he was so noisy!

Finally, we reached our camp. During registration, I lined behind a chinese girl. The teacher asked her "agama apa?" "Kristian" "proteston atau katolik?" "tak tau..." I like what the.... She don't know whether she is a proteston or a catholic? I just can't believe my ears. After registrating and have our bags checked, we headed toward the logistic to collect our bed sheets and blankets. The teacher told me that I'm in mess 12, where there's a sign board written Bakau 12. So, I carried all my stuffs and staretd looking for the so-called Bakau 12. Bakau 1, Bakau 2, Bakau 3... What was this? Why the numbers were so small? My hands were getting tired, my stuffs were getting heavier and heavier and the weather were killing me! It's so damn hot there! You called this a reort?! After entering the gate which separate the wiras and the wirawatis, I found Bakau 12 finally. I put my stuffs on an empty bed and went to collect my shirts and shoes and there was the place where I talked to the chinese girls, Shen Lee, Hui Sin and Alan? Oh, it's Ellen...

As usual, the malays like to tell "tunggu". We waited for our turn to collect our shirts and shoes. Peoples walking across us with boxes and plastics falling all over and we wondered how were we going to take ours later... When it's our turn, the teacher asked us to stand under the sun. Then suddenly, one of the female teacher yelled and pointing at us. Apparently pointing at me! I wondered why. Have i done anything wrong? She was saying "jeep! jeep! jeep!". "jeep"? What was she trying to tell? All of us went blur. At last, she was telling "zip", one of the malay girls forget to close her coffee shop.... Haiya...

Later, the teacher told us to gather. She said "12 wirawati yang baru sampai tadi", but there were only 10 of us. Then, we saw 2 chinese girls heading toward us with their huge box. "Boom!", their box fell, and we just stood where we were looking at them (very naughty hahaha). We greeted each other and started to chit-chat. That's when i met Qiao Yan and Lih Jia. They divided us in 4 companies, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta. Lih Jia in Alpha, Qiao Yan and me in Bravo, Hui Sin and Shen Lee in Charlie and Ellen in Delta. Thank God I'm not alone. Then I'm glad to know that all of them were in mess 12 too, except for Ellen in mess 14. After that, a piece of paper passed around the mess and we told Ellen that you will be one of mess 12 as soon as you write your name on it. Immediately Ellen wrote her name on it and she dragged all her stuffs to our mess, picking the last bed.

Mess 12 was like the mca meeting among the wirawatis. 90% of the chinese girls gathered in our mess because our mess was the mess with the most chinese, 9 of us. Some of the girls reaches camp one day earlier than us and they seemed to know everything already, especially Wai San. She explained all the do's and don'ts and where were where. Well, that's my first day in camp.

Welcome to my blog!

Hey, welcome to my blog! If you want to know, this is me and I'm standing in the middle. As you can see, I'm a girl and I just came back from my National Service camp, which is Kem Bakau Resort, Kerteh, Kemaman, Terengganu. Well, I'm still a student, studying Form 6 at STAR currently. If you wish to know me better you can always visit and add me if possible in my friendster and facebook account. I think that's enough about myself...

Why Matthews 28:19~20?

This bible verse meant a lot to me. It reminds me of my duty and my great commission as a christian.

"Therefore go and make diciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surel I am with you always, to the very end of the age."

These are the last words of Jesus before he returned to heaven. Many people paid attention only in verse 19, but have you ever read verse 20? We have to teach the nations to obey everything what the Lord have commanded us after we shared the gospel with them. And Jesus promised that He will be with us, not during or when we do our duty but forever.

I experienced God a lot during my ns training. There are only 11 christians and 4 catholics in the whole camp, and from that moment I realised that it's our duty to be the light and salt of the Lord, and it's our duty to share the gospel with the others. Thank God that he put us in this camp, because altough our number is small but our influences are big. We held hands and prayed every night and God answered all of our prayers, espeacially when we prayed for rain. God poured heavy rains for 5 days continuously and because of that we gained faith from our friends. They believed that our God is a God that listens to prayers. They started to ask us to pray for them, from the sesame green bean problems to the problems that we thought were impossible. And God answered all of our prayers! Some of our friends got interests in reading the bible, and we started to discuss about it. The best thing was one of them decided to go to church when he leave the camp, and he's trying his very best to love his enemy, more to the people he hated in camp... At first, he thought that the idea of loving your enemy was something insane. But as time passes, he begun to understand the concept. Although we didn't lead anyone to become a christian, but at least we planted the seed of gospels in thier heart. I believe that God will send His people, maybe us or maybe someone else to do the watering, soiling and finally it's the time for the tree to bear it's fruits.