Testing and Believing….

Its been almost 12 days since my birthday… and while I had a wonderful birthday (thanks to the people around me)… but it seems that my testing from God has not really stopped. I do admit that my faith comes and goes, but God is really bringing me to a new level. Today my aunt Tricia, her husband David and son Nicholas left for the airport for home (Canada). I went over to the office as normal. Soon, disturbing news of another Aunt was in critical condition and was rushed from Sunway Medical Centre to University Hospital in PJ. The sms from my cousins were short and merely said:

“Mom (my Aunt) is in critical condition. Doc says both her lungs have collapsed due to a rare strain of TB.”

I reported to my boss who willingly released me from work so that I could rush to the hospital. As I drove from UTAR to the hospital (without traffic is less than 3 mins away). For some reason, today people were all driving like Sundays, slow and slumber… as I reached the parking of the hospital it was packed and it was so difficult to find a parking spot (you know lah, government hospital mah…). As I walked down to the emergency wad, I was caught by my dad and cousins who were all taking a breather at the café. They gave me instructions and I went off to the emergency wad. As I walked through the doors, I was greeted by my mom, she told me that my aunt was in Resuscitation Area and NO one was allowed inside. My grandmother (crying) was sitting near my mom asking to see her daughter.

After approximately 15mins, mom asked me to take granny to the café for a drink, we told granny that the doctor was looking after my aunt and we are not allowed inside. Anyhow, while at the café, mom and dad walked over and told me that my aunt has been shifted to the “Infectious Diseases Wad”. At that point I freaked out, infectious diseases?!?!?! Mom told me that University Hospital’s Intensive Care Unit (ICU) was full, so that would be the second best choice.

At this point I had found out that my aunt is in an induced coma as she is unable to breath by herself and needed help from a resuscitation machines to keep pumping air into her lungs. University is a GRAND MAZE! We tried to find the way to the wad, and walked around until I was full of sweat. Finally one of my cousin sisters came down to get us and we could finally see my aunt. When we reached the Wad we were given facial masks to cover out mouths and nose (quite scary…!).

As only 3 people may enter at a time, we had to wait our turn and finally it was my turn. As I walked into the room, it was cold, quiet and the sounds of the breathing machines and heart monitors filled the atmosphere. My aunt laid on the cold hospital bed with tubes strapped to her mouth to help her breath. Mom sounded to her that me and my dad was there with her. Dad touched her hand and gently stroked her elder sister, honestly that was one of the few times in my life that dad shows his emotions to us. I could feel his heart break as she sees his elder sister lying helplessly on the bed. And after a few minutes, we walked out.

As we walked out the specialist was talking with my cousins and said that my aunt is still in a critical condition but is stable (meaning her condition was not deteriorating). It all now is up to her (my aunt), if she reacts well to the antibiotics and medication, her condition will improve in time. The doctor said that her case is rare but people have fully recovered from it. At that point, it was a sound of some relief for all of us.

We stayed for a while and then all went back; my cousin brother was given the duty to stay behind to take care of her. I was unable to go home and thus asked some friends to go with me to Sungai Wang to collect my new glasses, followed by dinner and a light mamak session. I did not want to go home as I knew my granny and dad would be worried and the situation at home would have been a little tense. I wanted to stay strong, almost every time I had I prayed to God… what was I praying for I am not entirely sure, from healing to second chance to being a testimony for God… my heart was confused and few understood what spiritual warfare was going through within me.

But I see God’s hand in all this. I would not have been in KL if I was given any lecturing classes in Kampar. My classes scheduled for Kampar was all tutorials and Kampar only start their tutorials in week 2 of the semester. So God really wanted me to be here. I believe and know so! As I walked around the whole day today until this point when I am typing this blog entry, I see this verse that has kept me strong, it is from Psalms 23:

A psalm of David.

1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

I am grateful that I have a church that prays and believes together with me. I am grateful for friends who care, I am grateful for a family that supports and motivates and most importantly I am grateful for a God that is Loving, Kind and Always There for me when I need Him. I believe in Him who guides me and loves me. Psalms 121 writes:

A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

In these times of uncertain waters, I draw strength from His word and His word alone. He will take care of me, my family and my Aunt. It will surely be a testimony of His goodness no matter what is outcome is.

I will be Sure and Stedfast! Pray and Believe with me…

With praying hands,
Timothy Chan
Son, Grandson, Nephew, Cousin

My 26th Birthday - 2009

I lay on my bed now at 3:21am on the 21st of May 2009, as I read my Friendster account and Facebook, see saw so many wishes from friends and family members. It has truly been a Blessed day that started out…. Maybe not as well as I planned. The thought that something bad might happen crosses my mind every time I try to think of my birthday.

Some history to my past, birthdays have never (well almost never) been an enjoyable time for me. I find myself almost feeling the most empty during the time of my birthday or days leading to my birthday. Why? Erm… I guess it is kinda hard for me to explain, my younger days have always been to spend my birthdays with my family. A reunion dinner with family would be my normal birthday celebration. Birthdays only became a little more interesting when I began my time in college where it was celebrated in a club (Yes old man like me club too once upon a time). When I was in high school, always dreamed that I would be able to spend my birthday in a romantic date with a girl (woo hooo). Well lets just say that dream never came true in my high school days. When I reached college that did not happen too, when I was in university? Well that kinda happened in a flash that sometimes I too forget.

The only time I got to celebrate with someone special was in my final year in university when “someone” came over to my work place and spent some time with me. That was the closest thing that I got during my university days. When I finally found a special girl, well, if you looked or read my older posts, things were not meant to be. Anyhow, back to this year’s birthday.

On the eve of my birthday, non of my regular friends that I hung out with were able to spend the “count down” session with me, they all either had to work or had things to do. I took my computer to a nearby mamak stall and watched some old Chinese drama and did some research for an upcoming program I was working on for the university that I worked with. I wanted to have my friends with me, but I could not blame them too as work and other commitments do come into play. But at around 11pm on the 19th of May, two of my friends took the time to come and spend this count down with me. I was kinda cheered up by their presence. But this year’s birthday did come with a little twist. One of my friends called me about 2 minutes before she reached the mamak, she was screaming and told me hat some lunatic was masturbating next to her car when she was stopped at a traffic light near the mamak. Praise God that nothing happened and she drove away without any incident. The mamak session went on as normal as we were all talking about the “news”.

At 11:55pm another friend from Boys’ Brigade called me and told me (with a crying and distressed voice) that her car broke down and there was smoke coming out of her engine. She told me that she was on her way to pick up her little sister form the boy friend’s house (that was near mine). She said she had no one to call and is stuck on the side of the road. I panicked and drove full throttle to her. In my mind I was worried that the lunatic who masturbated to beside my friend’s car was still lurking around. I think it took me 3-4 minutes for a normally 5 minute drive to her. I made a U-turn and parked my car in front of hers. She was standing outside her car with her car bonnet open. I was thinking in the back of my head praying to God as I drove that please do let bad things happen again his year. When I saw her standing outside her car, I was thinking “you stupid woman! Why the heck are you standing alone on a dark road!” with some common sense, you should be in your car with the doors locked!

As soon as I opened my car door to get out, another 4 of them came out from her car, they had a cake and was singing happy birthday! To be honest I had some mix feelings… first I was happy that the car has not broken down, two: please don’t do this to me, I might die from an heart attack and three: Oh My God!!! It’s a birthday surprise (it was my first). I had some tears in my eyes but I kept it (big man cannot cry so easily lah…!) well, the made me a cake and had a birthday card with a video camera running. (no you will not be getting to see the video!)

Then we all went back to the mamak and had a short session before we all left at around 1230am. I went home still feeling touched and blessed that God has placed friends like these all around me to support me in this time of loneliness and fear. I think I slept at around 4am, doing what? I had absolutely no idea!

I woke up at around 11:00am by a phone call from an old high school friend that I had not spoken too for almost 4 years! Wow! What a surprise! Then I headed off to meet up with my regular friends at Chili’s in KLCC, we had a short lunch because everyone wanted to get back to their work (people still had to work, although I was on leave). I walked around in KLCC with an unemployed model for a while then headed back to my childhood friend’s house for a session of mahjong (yes, yes, I love mahjong too). Normally people say birthday kids win in everything they played, guess what I LOST!! Snif snif… but it was nice.

I then went out for dinner with all of my kakis as they all finished work, we went to my friend’s restaurant in Desa Petaling for dinner and then mamak again. Back at home at about 12:30am and followed by some TV time, for folks that don’t know, I only get my TV time after 9:30 everyday as my grandmother is hogging the Astro from morning till 9:30pm when she goes to bed. A friend of mine asked me to check my facebook and Friendster. To my supprise! It was filled with birthday wishes from friends, family and students! Wow!! As I read all the posts, I felt so Blessed by God’s grace in my life, I see now that God has truly been putting some special time on my life. I thank God now as I write this posts in my blog. I have also been showered with many calls and sms-es from old colleagues, university mates, friends, friends and students.

I would just like to thank everyone that has put in time and effort to make this day special for little old me. I know that being me I might miss some of you in this blog but please do not be angry with me, I’m getting old and sometimes forgetfulness does kick in a little bit.

Special Thanks to:
God, my heavenly Father for being the coolest Dad.

My parents, whom have been supporting and feeding me for all my life.

My family for their encouragement and love.

My BB friends, Alicia, Benji, Veron and Ruth that nearly gave me a heart attack!

My LMF (Large Mamak Family) friends, Alina, Evon, April, Andy, Joon Fei, Sook Ling, Wee Ming, Angie for their friendship that has brought me through thick and thin of my life.

My UTAR Colleagues, Lee Sa, Phaveena, Audrey, Maan Chee and others for trying to put a prank on me to get me back to the office on my birthday!

My University friends, Queenie and Audrey for remembering my special getting old day.

My High School friends, for the memories and friendship

My Church members from The Acts Church, for their prayers and support throughout my life.

My fellow BB members that have held me Sure and Stedfast!

My UTAR Students for their encouragement and support both in class and in life.

My last but never least, Catherine for her love, encouragement, strength, laughter and tears...
And… to the unspoken people who have been directly or indirectly been a part of my life, your footprints in my life has made me who I am today. I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Before I end this blog post, I would like to share with you the most “interesting” sms I got from my mother, “Happy Birthday! Hope you start getting serious and give me a grandchild to play with by 2013 – when I retire.” Please note the underlined year, the above is the original sms sent from my mom early in the morning!

The pressure is on! Hahaha…!

Well folks, this was how I spent the 24 hours of my 26th birthday. Let’s see what God brings me this coming year ahead. My only wish is to grow stronger and rooted in Him who knows my beginning, present and future. Lord, I put myself in Your Hand!

Becoming Older (but not wiser)
Timothy Chan Liem Joe
Son, Friend, Student, Lieutenant, and Lecturer
4:14am 21st May 2009

Coping and standing strong in Him who loves me.

Its has been one month since I lost my heart. I wonder when or where would I ever find it. Certainly it has not been an easy task to keep a smiling face or a laughing voice. I feel like everyday when I wake up I take on a mask, a mask that shows the world I am ok. I lie to the world, I lie to myself. Been thinking and thinking of decisions that has been made and things that have been done. What or how would I evaluate myself? I guess I would never know…

Yesterday we celebrated a colleague’s birthday! Celebrating friends and colleague’s birthdays gives me fear… what fear? Fear of my own birthday… no no no… I am not worried that I would get pranked on or made fun off, I am worried of how I would be able to spend this time alone inside…

I guess this and the last post is something that is quite different from what I would normally post here in my blog. My blog seldom tells about my day or what I have done, it highlights and identifies different life changing times that I have been though. At the end of my walk here, I may even take a look back at different mile stones of my life and see what or what did I do to reach where I am now.

Many people tell me that the ending of something is always the beginning of something better… do I believe it? Not at this point… would I understand it? Maybe when time has healed and thought me more… I have actually nothing to write nor do I have any inspiration to write… I am writing something because I could not really sleep and I am in the office now. yeah! Its 6:40am now and I am in my office... in this quiet place, sitting almost in the dark in my cubicle with my desk fan on and some unknown Japanese song from BoA I sit and lose myself… I loose myself in the computer screen that helps my mouth express what I cannot speak out… my fingers feel my heart’s call and gently types ever word it hears to the key board…

All and all, life seems quiet, life seems all by myself… I pray every night for a breakthrough, a breakthrough in faith, in life and even in hearing God more…

“… seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you….”
(Matthew 6:33)

“I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.”
(Psalm 121)

Only God my Father in Heaven would understand me now… But I thank God for the family that loves me, my friends who care so much, angels that protect and faith to help believe. I smile when I look at my life, for His blessings has never ceased to amaze and mesmerize me. With God by my side, even the hardest mountain can be moved and the deepest cuts can be healed.

God, I smile because I can call you Father… My Father… you hold my hands as I walk through my life, you lift me up and dust my knees when I fall, you carry me when I fail to carry on and that you give me life…

Before I end, HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY TO SHARON CHU !!!

I smile, I live, I pray…

If Only We Knew...

Tuesday, 29th July 2008 – Day To Remember…

My phone rang at 6:30 in the morning, Able a fellow lecturer was on the line. Joe you coming? What he meant at that point of time was if I was going to follow the UTAR Shuttle bus to Kampar where I was stationed to teach for this semester. “No Able, I will be driving down myself.” I said. This was the week that I have decided to drive down to Kampar just to see how fast and how tiring would it be to drive down. I left my house at 7:00am sharp and reached in Kampar at 8:40am. Not too bad compared to the normal bus ride of two and a half hours.

At first, I was quite upset as I wanted to leave earlier but unfortunately overslept. If I was able to wake up earlier (5:30am) I would or might consider taking the shuttle bus. “Unfortunately” I woke up late. Driving down alone many things came to mind, negative thoughts or wasting money and fuel as I knew I would not be getting any compensation or allowance for the drive to Kampar.

By God’s grace I arrived without getting lost nor did I get stuck in a bad traffic jam. Praise God! Class was the same as usual, had some laughs and saw some weird presentations from my students. Then came dinner, the Front General Office staff has a sport session (not sure what kind) and hey would only be done by 8:30pm. That was the reason Me, Mok, Able and Shanti went one our little tour of Kampar by ourselves hoping to find a good place to eat. Mok took us to this nice little Chinese stall that sold (apparently) the best clay pot chicken in Kampar town.

After two pots of chicken rice, one dish of Kampar’s famous vegetable, three herbal drinks (Able, Shanti, Mok) and five Chinese tea with ice (mine), we were FULL!! (Burb!!!) On the way back to the hotel, Mok our Kampar guide decided to recommend that “oh! The kuih at the Kampar market is great!!”. Me and Shanti being the food devils, decided (for the whole group, since I was driving) that we would buy and eat in the hotel. The story goes that after about RM15 of kuih, we drove back to the hotel. As we neared the hotel, Shanti mentioned “why don’t we sit down at a mamak or shop to have a drink and eat the kuih?”

BLINK! We were all seated at Ghanny’s Corner a popular mamak stall near to our Hotel. As we laughed into the night a group of Able and my students came (TB3) and sat on the table next to ours. Soon both tables were one and we laughed as we watched all the different crazy stunts and class presentations hat we on Kelvin’s computer. That was when it happened…

Time: 11:15pm – BAM!! As I stood up I see a young motorcyclist lying flat on the floor. He had fallen from his motorcycle while sms-ing and making a turn. I do not believe that he was driving fast. Our students and many around rushed to his aid. Lifting the motorcycle up and getting him seated at the road side. Many First Aiders rushed to his aid, with first aid kits from the cars. That moment in time as I recall now was one of the most amazing thing that I have ever noticed. I never knew that there were so many of us walking around. Those selected few whom had the privilege to learn First Aid and in a moment’s notice extend a hand to help others in aid. I saw that there was a few experienced first aiders and I went back to my table and continued some small chatter. Not to brag, but being an officer in the Boys’ Brigade really helped me as I paid attention to what was going on. One of m students came to me and asked: “Mr Joe, can you send him to the hospital” Boink! I sprinted into my car, Mok my colleague offered to come along, but I said no as I needed someone with at least first aid qualification or a friend of the patient in my car. Woosh! We drove off into the nigh towards the old Kampar Hospital.

With double signal and flashing all the way we reached the hospital within 5 minutes (personal record). I asked Kelvin (my student and the patient’s friend) to keep on speaking to him and not letting him slip into sleep as I fear it could have been a concussion as the patient was feeling dizzy and disorientated. Pushed him into the emergency wad and soon the doctor and nurses were addressing him. Within 5 minutes or so the patient’s friends came rushing to the hospital worried. We got hold of the family, however, the parents were not in Kampar but outstation on their way home. The doctor said he was ok to go home without and scans or checks (what could I do, I am no Doctor!). I did my part and told the patient’s friends that they should let his parents know that the situation may sometimes be more complicated that what is seemed (not to undermine the doctor) but we must still understand that dizziness and disorientation and semi-consciousness, could be a cause of trauma, concussion, or sometimes shock. Whatever it might be, I told them to send him back to the emergency room if he feels any different during the night (i.e. vomit, dizziness, sudden pains etc).

As I drove back, it struck me, GOD is at work and He deserves all the Glory! Praise be to the Lord! Who has so perfectly planned the entire event. Woke up late, caused me to drive, without driving I would not have went with Mok, Able and Shanti for dinner. No dinner means we would not have been buying kuih. No kuih, means not going to mamak and parking my car next to the mamak stall. No car means no way or a delayed way to move him to the hospital. God also placed multiple first aiders and a FIRST AID KIT at the mamak stall. If this is not God’s intervention, please tell me how could so many coincidences happen in one day, one night, one place and so many people.

I sincerely, would like to thank the heroic group of first aiders that were on scene and extended their hand to a person in need. This has truly shown to many of us your heart and your real maturity. As I was discussing with the Ms Shani and Mr Able, the students who stood up, acted up and made a difference were those that were laughing and playing around with us. They seemed (no offence) young, inexperienced, cheeky, playful and unserious (when it comes to studies), but when the time came, they raised up, like a flame in the darkness with their hands and hearts of service. SALUTE! RESPECT! To all those who helped and made a difference!

These heroes, then merely, disappeared into the night. True honor! True heroes!

I could only name a few of those who were there, from UTAR Foundation Program Year One Semester One Class TB3: Daniel, Kelvin, Suven and an anonymous first aider that came to the rescue.

Maybe there is hope in the next generation after all… Everything happens for a reason… whatever God puts in your path now is merely a preparation of what is to come. Be patient and you would know that what you have gone through today would help you shine in the future. If this happened to you, what would you have done? Think… Would you stand and help? Saying is nothing, today I witnessed history in the making…

They did it… can you?

Your Life, Your Choice… Choose Wisely – It could make a difference!!

In His Service,
Timothy Chan
Lieutenant - Boys’ Brigade 2nd Subang Jaya Company
Assistant Lecturer – UTAR Centre Of Foundation Studies

P.S.: Moral of the story, do not sms while driving, riding a motorcycle, riding a bicycle, or walking. It could be dangerous.

A Small Reminder...

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?' I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked. She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...' 'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. 'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.' As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success.

You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.' She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

'Good friends are like stars........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'

I'm Only 16 Years Old.... Muahahahaha!!!!

With Love,

Lt Timothy Chan Liem Joe

Senior Section Officer

2nd Subang Jaya Company

Boys' Brigade Malaysia

My 25th Birthday 20 May 2008

It was the most "memorable" birthday that I hope I would ever have. The situation was...

Location:

Mamak - Nathan's Corner

People:

Me, Joon Fei, Kai Hin, Sook Ling, Spider, April, Evonne, Poh Ling, Poh Ling's 13 year old sister.

Time:

11:30 - 11:50pm

Story:

Evonne's ex-boy friend stalked her to the mamak and asked her to return some items that he claimed that he "borrowed" her when they were together. The items were, RM500, 2 touch and go cards, 1 lighter, 1 smart tag, 1 old nokia phone (i think it would cost RM10 or less).

Ex-boyfriend became slightly angered when Evonne refused to return him the items claiming that she did not have them (of course she does not la, who would bring 2 touch and go cards and a smart tag out to mamak?? Wahliao!!). Ex-bfriend raised his hands wanting to (i assume) slap her. Joon Fei reacted and screamed at him.

Ex-boyfriend then walked over with an angered voice. Joon Fei stood up posioning himself for a fight. Some further accusations and a fight broke out. I pushed Joon Fei with my left hand and the ex-boyfriend with my right hand (To devide them). However, I failed to see that the ex-boyfriend had a wodden batton on his right hand. As he swing, it hit me on the head. I continued to push the ex-boyfriend away from Joon Fei.

At this time, all hell broke lose, Joon Fei then turned to the ex-boyfriend's friend who at this point has joined the "fun". Kai Hin and Joon Fei concentrated thier attention to the friend and eventually after a broken chair has left his friend with also a bleeding head. How serious? I have no idea as by this time i was bleeding and the people around the mamak as come to stop the commotion.

At this time Joon Fei's nose wes bleeding and his head was bleeding as well. As others went to his aid, I touched my head and it was filled with blood. As they sat me down and got hold of cars to take us to the hospital I sat there calmly rationally somehow without any anger or bitterness of what has just happened.

It took us only about 10-15mins to travel to University Hospital. walking into the emergency room, We were instructed by the nurse to sit down and register. Cool eh? Bleeding head, hands covered in blood, seated down on a round metal chair giving the nurse my IC. Then finally another nurse came to my aid, she asked me to lift my hand and said "tak berdarah dah..." (Not bleeding anymore). I guess those red stuff that was still bleeding were only sweat.

I cleand my face over a small tap at a corner of the room. then proceeded back to the registration table when the nurse asked me to go to another counter to register fully. I sat there with "sweat" dripping telling the admin personel my contact details, address and phone numbers. Oh Yeah! I pard RM20 too.

Then we walked into another waiting area were we waited for doctor's consultation. after 1 hour, it was my turn, walked in a nurse look at it and wraped it then took my blood preasure. 5 mins later I was back outside waiting to see thed doctor agian! another hour past, then it was finally doctor's consultation.

"You will need some stitching" the doctor said, "But before that go take an X-ray". Ok doc! went out, walked to the cashier, and paid another RM25 bucks! Walked to the X-ray room and waited another 30mins. Cik Ciak! X-ray done! Wooo hoo....!

Walked back and waited another 30mins then doctor saw me agian and looked at the x-ray online! (that was pretty cool) after confirming that I did not get and fractures on my round scull, I then signed the form for surgery. one hour later I was back outside with 8 stitches on my right side of my head! The doctor that attended to me had a very calming voice (for your info I am DEAD SCARED of neeedles). I told the doc that I am scared of needles, he was kind enough to do the stitching personally on me. What a good doc. He would also talk to me and let me know what he was doing.

We did make a police report about the incident during our waiting time. But we decided not to raise any charges towards the ex-boyfriend. We discussed and decided that what ever happened happened and no point of us being angry over such things. more anger would only spark more anger. With more anger and a hotter temper who knows what will happen.

Here are now some pictures of the incident in the hospital. Please take note that we had some fun in the hospital because of the long wait. I think I have gotten a PHD Permanent Head Damage. Muahahahaha!! I Praise God for his angels of protections and Hand upon my life. It was Him who kept me safe and it was Him that gave me peace even in times of anger. I could feel God sitting right beside me telling me what to say and word to use. I look back at this situation now and Praise Him even more. There was astually not alot of pain. Who could asked more from a God who protects you, guids you, comforts you, and healds you?

I went home, bathed, cleaned up all the access blood, blowed dry my head then knocked on my dad's door (by the way, I called qand told mom about the incident earlier when I was in the hospital (mom was outstation at that time). Told dad about it but he took it clamly (supprisingly).

Next morning, I took my cap and went to work as I had a meeting about next semester's plan. I submitted my Medical Certificate and informed that I would be on MC. Went home and slept...

I'll post some pics later...

After all the running up and down, I sit here now at my desk. Thinking of my actions and my decisions. Frankly if I were to rewrite this, I would have no idea how would I write it. What would have happened if no boys were at the table? The Ex-boyfriend has a wood in his hand ready to be used. Would he have beaten Evonne up? Would the otehr girls have gotten attacked? Frankly I would have never known. If I did not went in to help Joon Fei, would he be beaten up even worst? Are my actions right? Justified? Only God knows. But I for one know that I did not act out of anger or bitterness, it was a reflex to protect those that are around me.

Would I do such a thing agian? Maybe... But with a little more caution. What world do we live in now that people walk out of their house with a wodden batton tucked in their bags?

Be ever grateful of God's presence in your life...

Be Sure, Be Stedfast
Timothy Chan Liem Joe Phd.
Boys' Brigade 2nd Subang Jaya Company
Boys' Brigade Malaysia

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