Below is my reflection on my immersion trip to Indonesia. I really like this trip very much and will post photos next time.
I felt so honoured to stand a chance to go for this exchange programme as I had fun during this trip. In this trip, I stand a chance to know more things about Indonesia as this is the first I came to Indonesia and I love the people and food here. People here are very friendly to us as they are very warmly. We also stand a chance to go to Indonesia’s largest and most famous mall, Grand Indonesia Mall and Pondok Indah Mall.
Besides that, for a person who likes spicy food like me, I love the food here as they are very spicy and delicious. Although we do not have a chance to stay with the host family, but I still feel the kindness of Indonesian by interacting with my buddies.
Furthermore, I get to know new friends during this trip. They are very kind to us and will do their best to fulfil our needs and go by the schedule. During the first one or two days, we are mingling among ourselves as we are not familiar with them. But until the third day, we are already playing and chatting with them all time.
I also get to know and learn some of their traditional games, dances and songs. We also had fun learning their songs as it is quite different with our songs in Singapore and Malaysia.
Lastly, I get to improve my Indonesian language as I learnt some from my maid in Malaysia. Some of them are so terrified when they find us understanding their language, and even talking to them in Malay.
Overall, I liked this trip very much as I had lots of fun and learnt many things in Indonesia.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Bijani Twins: Has medical been breached or abused?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ladan_and_Laleh_Bijani
For the people that wants background information of Bijani Twins
I personally think that medical has been breached. It is the twin who wanted to be separated and the doctor had already warned them on the risks and dangers they may face and they know that if the operation is not a success, they will die. It is not the doctor’s fault as they lost lots of blood during the operation and the Doctor had already warned them. A specially-designed chair was required that allowed the operation to be performed with both sisters in a sitting position.
The attempt to separate the twins turned out to be very difficult, because their brains not only shared a major vein (the superior sagittal sinus), but had fused together. The separation was achieved on July 8, 2003, but it was announced then that the twins were in critical condition, both having lost a large volume of blood due to complications of the operation.
I think that they should bear with each other and continue to line on.
For the people that wants background information of Bijani Twins
I personally think that medical has been breached. It is the twin who wanted to be separated and the doctor had already warned them on the risks and dangers they may face and they know that if the operation is not a success, they will die. It is not the doctor’s fault as they lost lots of blood during the operation and the Doctor had already warned them. A specially-designed chair was required that allowed the operation to be performed with both sisters in a sitting position.
The attempt to separate the twins turned out to be very difficult, because their brains not only shared a major vein (the superior sagittal sinus), but had fused together. The separation was achieved on July 8, 2003, but it was announced then that the twins were in critical condition, both having lost a large volume of blood due to complications of the operation.
I think that they should bear with each other and continue to line on.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
A Joke That Went Wrong-Essay
I liked to play practical jokes on others. I liked to look at their expressions being fooled by me. One day, my sister brought me for a stroll in the park. The Narcissuses were in full bloom and the filled our nose and the leaves rustled as a breeze blew by.
We ambled our way to the bridge and, a thought came to my mind. I told my sister that I wanted to take a photo of her standing on a bridge. I like I wanted to change her pose and ‘splash!’ she fell into the river. She hit her head against a rock and her arms were flailing wildly in the air. Suddenly, I remembered that we do not know how to swim. I quickly called mother to seek help as I could not find anyone there. Overwhelmed by the pain, she sank below the surface of water. This added on to my anxiety.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped at the sight of her sinking. Gasping for breath, I clasped my hand over my mouth. “What is it, darling?” my mother’s voice was from the phone was muffled by the howling wind. My lips parted but no words came out. Luckily, a jogger passed by and saved my sister. She was no longer conscious and her whole face was covered with blood. He pumped rhythmically on her chest. She began to cough violently and water started spluttering out from her mouth.
He immediately brought us to the hospital and I called mother. “What? Which hospital?” Mother’s voice faltered. Upon my mum’s arrival, the doctor and came out and said: “The patient is in stable condition. She needs rest and will be warded for further observation. If nothing goes wrong, she should be discharged in a couple of days.” I heaved a sigh of relieved and creases of worry vanished instantly.
When we went back, mother scolded me. “Are you tired of living? What you need is another beating!” Mother brandished the ugly-looking cane.
After this incident, I swore that I will never play pranks to other people.
We ambled our way to the bridge and, a thought came to my mind. I told my sister that I wanted to take a photo of her standing on a bridge. I like I wanted to change her pose and ‘splash!’ she fell into the river. She hit her head against a rock and her arms were flailing wildly in the air. Suddenly, I remembered that we do not know how to swim. I quickly called mother to seek help as I could not find anyone there. Overwhelmed by the pain, she sank below the surface of water. This added on to my anxiety.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped at the sight of her sinking. Gasping for breath, I clasped my hand over my mouth. “What is it, darling?” my mother’s voice was from the phone was muffled by the howling wind. My lips parted but no words came out. Luckily, a jogger passed by and saved my sister. She was no longer conscious and her whole face was covered with blood. He pumped rhythmically on her chest. She began to cough violently and water started spluttering out from her mouth.
He immediately brought us to the hospital and I called mother. “What? Which hospital?” Mother’s voice faltered. Upon my mum’s arrival, the doctor and came out and said: “The patient is in stable condition. She needs rest and will be warded for further observation. If nothing goes wrong, she should be discharged in a couple of days.” I heaved a sigh of relieved and creases of worry vanished instantly.
When we went back, mother scolded me. “Are you tired of living? What you need is another beating!” Mother brandished the ugly-looking cane.
After this incident, I swore that I will never play pranks to other people.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Home Learning Task 1- Children In The Darkness
Today is Home Learning and our English teacher, Mrs. Lily Chai, wanted us to complete two tasks. One is to explain something about This Poem.
Children In The Darkness
Children In The Darkness
There are children in the darkness
Who have not seen the light
There are children in the darkness
Who someone will teach to fight
Chalk and blackboards will not be
To this door there is no key
From this life they can not flee
And these children are not free
Could we simply light a candle
Could we give them half a chance
Could we teach them how to read
Could we teach them how to dance
Or will a war consume them
Their body and their soul
Will their life and blood be poured
Down some endless thirsty hole
Back into the darkness
From which there is no flight
Back into the darkness
Into which there shines no light
Who have not seen the light
There are children in the darkness
Who someone will teach to fight
Chalk and blackboards will not be
To this door there is no key
From this life they can not flee
And these children are not free
Could we simply light a candle
Could we give them half a chance
Could we teach them how to read
Could we teach them how to dance
Or will a war consume them
Their body and their soul
Will their life and blood be poured
Down some endless thirsty hole
Back into the darkness
From which there is no flight
Back into the darkness
Into which there shines no light
Henry M Bechtold was in Vietnam during 1967 - 1968. During that period of time, there was a war raging and he witnessed what was happening. Although he rarely talked about it, he could never close that chapter in his life.He was in his hotel room in Saigon watching the news channel on the television. At the same time, he was finding inspiration to write another poem on the mistreatment of girls by men when a picture of a young boy with a helmet and an automatic rifle in hand flashed on the news channel. This reminded him of the Vietnam war that happened during the late 1960s and immediately, began to pen down his feelings of the war and it resulted in this poem.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Nana Coming To BS
Hi all, this post is about Nana, a friend I made in Indonesia, which came to BS today.
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