Slice Of Life #217 - Tooth Extraction - Tuesday, June 11th, 2019

    I was really scared. Today, I was going to be extracting my baby tooth because a permanent tooth had already grew behind it.
    I heard the door creak as a nurse opened the door to the dentist's consultation room. "Zhi Hong," She said kindly.
    I took a deep breath and walked into the room. "Hi," I said to my dentist, Dr. Cheah, who I already knew because my parents were friends with her. "So, you're going to be extracting your tooth today, huh?"
    "Yeah," I replied. I was really nervous because I am really scared of pain.
    She took a look at my teeth. She used a metal object and pointed at a tooth. "It's this tooth you're going to be taking out, right?"
    "Yes." I replied.
    Dr. Chuah turned to my mom. "Did Dr. Teh give a letter saying which tooth to extract?"
    I had recently gotten a retainer, and Dr. Teh was my orthodontist (AKA the person who told me to extract this tooth. AKA the person who gave me the retainer.)
    "Yes, she did." My mom replied. "Let me call his father to see if he has the letter with him."
    I didn't really know what they were talking about. I remember the letter Dr. Teh gave my parents being on a piece of paper. Then I realized that my dad had probably took a photo of the letter. My mom showed Dr. Chuah the letter.
    Dr. Chuah started to put the numb cream on the tooth. She told me that she would count to five and then it would be over. But, it wasn't 5 seconds. It was more like 10 seconds. Those 10 seconds felt like an eternity. The first few seconds didn't hurt, but when we got to the final few seconds, it hurt a lot. My eyes started to tear up.
    Unfortunately, we had to do it twice, which wasn't very good news. Fortunately, the second time didn't hurt as much.
    After that, I gargled my mouth. Dr. Chuah picked up something and started pressing my tooth with it. It was to check if she had put on enough numb cream, which she did. Dr. Chuah then picked up a pair of pliers and told me that the pain was over.
    She used the pair of pliers and took my tooth out. I got to take my tooth home to keep it. I exhaled with relief. It was over.

P.S.: If you are reading this and are also scared of pain, I don't mean to scare you with this slice. On the other hand, it doesn't really hurt that much.

A Meaningful Night

    My heart was beating fast as I walked to the front of the stage. With confidence, I said my first line, loud and clear.
    "So, what's next?"
     My friends replied me, saying their lines. And soon enough, we were off, swiftly saying our lines.
    Not after long, we reached the conclusion.
    "So the next time you use single-use plastics, think about the next 10 generations after us." I said.
    "'Cause these problems keep getting bigger and bigger." Linnea said.
    "And when these problems actually strike, the whole world will be in crisis." Karen said.
    "So please, when it's child labor or plastic pollution, go home and reconsider all this now." I said.
    "Because if we don't you'll find out soon enough that we're destroying what we call," Karen said.
    "Home, sweet, home." We all said together.
    I heard footsteps behind me as my classmates all stumbled to the front of the stage.
    I heard Linnea's 1st foot tap, signalling for us to get ready.
    And as soon as she was done with her 3rd foot tap, we took a deep breath and started to speak.
    "BE A PART OF THE SOLUTION AND NOT THE POLLUTION, BECAUSE US KIDS, DESERVE A BETTER FUTURE!" We all shouted together.
    The audience clapped and cheered. "Nice job, kids!" I heard Ms. Schneider say as we filed off the stage.
    Success! I thought as I walked back to my seat.
    We had planned this performance for a long time now, and after a month of hard work, we had finally put it into action. The Night of the Notables performance was not over. The Night of the Notables performance was a performance that Grade 5 did every year. The performance was performed for the parents.

Karen, me, and Linnea (from left to right)

    For the performance, the students would split into groups and do some research. After that, we used our own words and eventually made a script. From this experience, I thought that I was able to use my writing skills for a good cause.
    I think that memorizing my lines was somewhat challenging for me. I don't really know why this was a challenge for me, but after a while of practicing and checking my lines again and again, I was able to overcome my challenge and memorize my lines.
    There were also a few things that I learned about myself because of this performance. I learned that I had a better imagination than I expected because I was able to use my writing skills to make meaningful lines for the performance.
    From watching from the other performances, I realized everyone was able to project their voices so that everyone could hear what they said. I also learned a lot about child labor and animal testing because the other classes were able to confer their information pretty well to the audience.
    I wouldn't change anything about the performance because I thought everyone did pretty well.
    I think that I will take a few actions because of the ideas presented at the Night of the Notables performance. I will try to use less plastic and only buy products that do not use animal testing.
    Night of the Notables is a performance that Grade 5 makes every year. And from this performance, we help make the world a better place. If every school in the world did this, the world would be an amazing and peaceful place.
    Because us kids, deserve a better future! Because if this continues, kids in the future generations won't know the true definition of a future. Because they won't have a future.

Slice Of Life #198 - A Trip To The Dentist - Wednesday, April 17th, 2019

    Today, I went to the dentist to get something to expand my palate - I think it's a retainer. I am suppose to take out the retainer when I brush my teeth and when I play sports/a thing to expand the space between my teeth.
    I think that I may have to take out the retainer when I am playing my clarinet. This is good because I get to take out the retainer and the retainer doesn't feel very good in my mouth.
    Other than that, I get to take it out whenever I go to P.E. lessons and when I go swimming every week.
    On the other hand, this can be very troublesome because I have to carry the retainer box everywhere I go so I can keep the retainer in the box.
    I'll keep you updated! Bye!

Slice of Life #153 - Chinese New Year! - Tuesday, February 5th, 2019

    Okay... I will have to rush this post because it is currently 11pm at night, and I want to sleep soon.
    I am now in the car, enjoying the ride back home. I almost forgot to slice today, as it has been a very busy day because today is Chinese New Year.
    Yesterday, I went to my grandparents house. We stayed overnight for one night. Yesterday, for dinner, my mom cooked some food (that tasted pretty good - Thanks, mom!) Other than that, we also brought some 'Lou Sang' from KL to eat, which is a mixture of a bunch of foods. We mix it together with chopsticks (although we used forks this time for no reason) and eat it.
    Today, we had spaghetti for breakfast, which my mother cooked. I also got a few red packets from my relatives, which is one of my favourite parts of Chinese New Year - free money!
    I also went to one of our relative's house, where other relatives of mine would come and we would get together once a year - I got more red packets!
    I didn't really get a lot of lunch because I wasn't very hungry. For dinner, we went outside to eat, but in my opinion, the food wasn't very good.
    After dinner, we went back to my grandparents's house to pack up and get organised, before going to the Lost World of Tambun, which is a theme park.
    Woah! I just lost my tooth! It fell! And I'm talking right now, as I'm writing this post!
    Anyways, in the Lost World of Tambun, we brought a explorer pass, which is basically a yearly pass, which means that we can enter anytime we want (one entry per day) for exactly a year and 5 days (I don't know why the 5 days part is there, but it's extra, so I'll take it!)
    And that was my experience for this year's Chinese New Year. We got to get together as a family, which, from what I know, is a very important part of Chinese New Year - getting together as one big family. One big, united family.

Slice Of Life #148 - A Helping Hand - Tuesday 1/1/2019 (Happy New Year, by the way...)

    Mist materialized from my mouth as I breathed the cold air of Turkey. I bowed, my hands in front of me, carrying an envelope. 

    "Shukran," (Which meant thank you in Syrian.) I said to the man in front of me, looking straight into his eyes.

    The man picked me up and kissed me on the forehead, accepting the envelope. "Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much." 

    And in the envelope, was money. Money to help them live good lives. Money to help them buy food and pay the rental for their house.

    And the man, was a refugee. A Syrian refugee.

    And me, I was here to give love to them. An infinite amount of love.

    I gave the man a firm handshake.
    This was Turkey. 97% Asia, 3% Europe, and about 2°C. Yeah, it was cold here.

    Me and my family were in Turkey to help the Syrian refugees. We were actually supposed to be going to go to Vietnam on holiday, but cancelled the trip because of this opportunity to come to Turkey to help the Syrian refugees. 

    We had come with a non-profit organisation called Tzu-Chi Foundation. This opportunity to see and go into the lives of Syrian refugees was a rare opportunity, so we decided to go take a look. Other than that, we were also helping the refugees, letting them live better lives.

    The day before, we had given out backpacks to the children in the international school Tzu-Chi had opened for the Syrian refugees. All of the students in the school were refugees from Syria, but if you looked at the enormous smile on their faces, you would never be able to decipher the fact that they were refugees. 

    The kids in the school all had talent. Real talent. They performed and sung some amazing and wondrous songs to welcome us to Turkey. If any of them become a world known singer one day, I wouldn't be surprised. 
    Other than that, when we were giving out financial aid to the refugees (the adults), a kid came to me to say thank you. At first, I didn't know what he was trying to tell me, but when I found out, I was very touched. The kid had came just to say thank you to me, just because of a backpack. And sometimes, we take things for granted. We complain because we don't get what we want, but to them, to the refugees, something little to us, is something big for them.

    The next day, we conducted some home visits, where we went to some refugees's homes to visit them. One case we went to stood out from the others. 

    The family was a family of 8, containing 3 boys and 3 girls. The oldest kid (or teenager, I should say) in the family was 18 years old, while the youngest was 3 years old. They had all been born in Syria, and had escaped to Turkey. Their father was sent to jail for doing nothing wrong, and was in jail for 3 years before he was released.

    After being helped by some organization, their father was able to go to Turkey. Unfortunately, the soldiers came again, and asked the kids in the family where their father was, but they didn't know. 

    Because of all that, the soldiers assumed that their father was against them (the party), and the family, including the kids, soon found themselves in damp cells filled with mice, separated from each other.
    I don't know who made up this theory, but it's the worst theory I've ever heard of, I thought. For god's sake, they were kids! Why send them to jail for doing nothing wrong? Even worse, why torture the kids? Why make them live in such a miserable place? You've literally taken their dreams away. For the rest of their lives, they're probably going to be scared!
    In jail, they got severely tortured. Some of them got raped, while something happened to one of the kid's legs, but I have no idea what. Let's just say it didn't look very good.

    One year later, the two parties made a trade. One party would return all the soldiers that were taken captive, while the other would have to release all their prisoners. Because of the deal that was made between the two parties, the family was released from jail.

    Throughout a lot of sophisticated work, the family finally gained contact with each other and were able to unite in Turkey. We also found out that the family had only moved into the room they were renting for 15 days (so far) only. After they shared their story, lots of people's eyes were teary and watery. I looked at the kids' face. Their smile had drifted away from their faces, and on their face was a frown. Together with the family, I shared their grief and madness, and was also mad at the people for starting this prolonged war. They had beaten their father so bad that something was wrong with his bones, and he wasn't able to lift his hands up higher than his heads. The most he could go was to his ears. I felt really bad for them.

    We also got to learn about and meet some people who came from Syria. I got to meet a 16 years old girl named Najwa Muhammad Khalf. But Najwa's life was a sad and deary one. Najwa lost both her legs during the bombings in the war-torn city of Aleppo, but managed to be rescued by relatives and escaped to the Turkish border about 1,200km away. Not only did she have to deal with her legs, she also had to deal with the grief from losing all 11 members of her family, as they were all killed. Fortunately, she has now been given some prosthetic legs, and is now able to walk like a normal person. In the future, Najwa wants to be a doctor so she can help other people in need.
    I also got to meet Ahmed Jned, who was 21 years old, and I thought that he had a great story behind him. He escaped from Syria carrying some clothes, some essentials, but also something that he really valued. His test results. He came to Turkey to seek education, and really wanted to complete his studies. Unfortunately, when he came to Turkey, he realized that he needed to work to earn a living. Now, after his working hours, he comes to the international school that Tzu Chi set up to learn. 
    When asked what he thought the leaders of the parties that were fighting in Syria were thinking in their minds, he came up with an answer that I think is a very short but powerful answer: "Maybe they don't have a mind." In the future, he wishes to become a pharmacist.
    I felt really bad for all these refugees. They were forced to leave their homes, the place that they had grown up in. The country that they loved. They were forced to leave that country. The country, that to them, was their homeland. All because of the war. And every one of them, had a different story to tell. For some of them, they had developed a trauma because of the war, while for others, the war had erased the smile and expression off their faces. This war, had brought our planet, the beautiful planet Earth, into a whole new dimension. A sad, deary, dimension. All the CO2 emissions because of the war. All the people dead because of the war. All the innocent people, once a civilian, now a refugee, just because of the war. But refugees, are still human beings. Homo-sapiens. And there is something I strongly believe in. I strongly believe in giving back to the community, and I think that it's our responsibility to help the Syrian refugees in any way we can.

Slice Of Life #139 - Goodies! - Tuesday, 30/10/2018 - Happened on Saturday, 8/9/2018

   I walked into the hotel room. There were lots of bags inside the hotel room. My dad had been in a 3 day medical conference to earn 20 CPD (continuing professional development) points, from this year onwards, all doctors in Malaysia needed to earn 20 CPD points in order to keep practicing medicine. This 3 day conference allowed doctors to earn 20 CPD points, but it was a 3 day conference. This year, the conference was held in Ipoh, which is my dad's hometown.
    My dad got to meet his parents and go eat at great places. On Saturday, we went to Ipoh to meet him, and from there, we planned to stay one more night and then go to Cameron Highlands and stay one more night there. My mom liked to go to Cameron Highlands because she said that it was colder, and we don't get to experience that in KL (Kuala Lumpur), where we live now (and trust me, according to Google, the temperatures today ranged from 24 to 32 degrees celcius, whereas in Cameron Highlands, temperatures drop down to 17 and rise up to 23 degrees celcius only.)
    When I first entered the hotel room, I looked inside the bags. There were lots of things inside. I went through everything. There were literally pens, brochures, notebooks, and all sorts of useless and useful things. I fished through everything, and there was literally everything you could imagine. What do companies give away now days?! I thought. There was even food, and some sample creams for doctors to try out. Hehe, now that you've gave it to me, for free, I guess I'll try it. Thanks for the free cream!
    I looked through everything. There were even heavy things inside, which I thought was some type of electronic thing, but apparently was paper. Because my mom wanted to go to the nearby mall to see what there was to buy, I had to leave everything on the bed (and it was really messy - if you was a cleaner, you would be wondering what had happened inside the room.)
    After coming back from shopping, we went to this place called Lost World of Tambun. I got to soak in the hot springs, and watch the 'Fire Percussion' show. In my opinion, the Fire Pwercussion show was a little "over" because the people were literally drinking poison to make the fire (to make it look like they were spitting fire). There were a lot of things involving fire, but I do have to say, the people were really skilled. I just hope they don't get hurt! After the Fire Percussion show, we exited the theme park and went back to the hotel.

Slice Of Life #131 - Sent Home - Happened on 4/9/2018 - Tuesday, August 4th, 2018

    Ok. Some of you may be wondering why I am posting this post earlier than usual. Well, it's because I was sent home. Here's how it began. I was in class, and my eyes were itching like crazy. My teacher, Mr. Herbert, suggested that I go to the nurse. Because our school followed a strict buddy system, I had to go down to the nurse with a friend.
    Usually I avoid the nurse, because I realized that there isn't much meaning (not that there's no point) in going to the nurse, because you body just goes back to functioning like usual at the end of the school day. But because my eye was itching like crazy, I would have gone anyways, even if my teacher didn't ask me to go to the nurse.
    After about 20 minutes in the nurse's office, he told me that I would have to go home. He called my mom to tell her that I would have to go home. My mom told the nurse that she would reach the school within one hour.
    During my time at the nurse, I did hear about some funny incidents, but I'm not going to talk about them in this post because I don't think they are appropriate to post here. Anyways, I grabbed a book and started reading. Problem was, all of the books in the nurse's office were all books below my reading level, so I was basically stuck with pictures.
    After a while, the nurse went up with me to grab my bag and all my belongings so I could bring them home. In the process, my eye started to itch again, I think because of the environment.
    Every once in a while, the nurse would put some normal saline. according to my dad. According to my dad (again), he says that the amount of salt in normal saline is equal to the amount in our blood.
    Because I went up to my class to get my belongings, I was finally able to read books that were my level, specifically One Half From the East.
    I feel pretty unlucky to have to miss PE/Phys Ed/ Physical Education because today was the day we were going to use the new artificial field in our new school. Plus, we were going to play capture the flag, which I think is fun. Other than that, today was library day, which was the day we would go to the library to borrow, read, and return books. Since today was day 7, a odd day, my grade, grade 5, was allowed to the library for recess. I wanted to go to the library for recess because the new library is SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO COMFORTABLE, especially the pillows in there.
    Other than that, today was the second day of ASAs (After School Activities), and I had photography, which I think is really fun.
I wish that I can go to school tomorrow, because tomorrow I have really fun activities, and I hope my conjunctivitis (red eye) recovers by then.
    P.S.: I am very proud of myself for typing most of this post without looking at the keyboard because I had some ointment in my eyes, which blinded me from being able to see. Now, I can see clearly now, so all is fine.

Slice Of Life #98 - Batu Caves - Wednesday, 21/3/2018

    The sound of children's voices were unbelievably loud on the bus, as everyone was excited for today's field trip. We were making a turn into a place with a massive cave, which was home to the Trapdoor Spider, the rarest spider in the world.
    We were all visiting this cave because we were currently in our Earth changes unit, and we were here to learn more about erosion. There was lots of erosion in the caves, but there was 272 steps to climb. Really, 544 steps, because we had to go up, and we had to go down.
    It was hard for even our teachers and parent chaperones to get our attention. Everyone was chatting with their friends, not wasting the rare opportunity.
    We stopped for some pictures, and then began the tiring journey of climbing the stairs. As we climbed the stairs, we counted at the same time. We wanted to know how many steps there were, and if the 272 steps was correct. I stopped counting after 30, because I was just lazy to count. I had to admit, those stairs were actually pretty hard to climb. It was full of steep steps and monkeys, that everyone was terrified of. Normally monkeys would be scared of us, but those monkeys got so used to humans, as that place was a tourist attraction in Malaysia, they would try and grab your food or anything valuable.
    It was still 30 minutes until our tour in the dark cave, so we decided to walk around. We found lots of stalactites, and also stalagmites, but stalagmites were rarer. We also managed to find some pool spars which looked quite cool, actually. There were also quite a few columns, which were like pillars hanging supporting the top of the cave (it's kind of hard to imagine that because columns are also called pillars).
    When it was finally time for our cave tour, we wore helmets and kept hold to our flashlights as we listened to the tour guide blabbing on about the rules of the cave. It was great that didn't last long, because I might have fell asleep there.
    Going in to the cave was my favorite part of the field trip. Batu Caves held a variety of animals that called that cave home, and we were just visiting, so we had to listen to the tour guide, as he knew what was bad for the animals. We couldn't make loud sounds, and we also couldn't shine our flashlights on the ceiling of the cave, because we didn't want to disturb the bats.
    "Now, lets all close our flashlights, and see how dark the cave is without lights." The tour guide said. He still had his flashlight on, while everyone else's was off. "See you in complete, dull darkness in 3,2,1."
    Click! The tour guide shut his flashlight. The cave was just complete darkness. I couldn't see anything. Wow! I never thought that caves can be this dark, when we are just in the twilight zone! I was not able to see any source of light as everything was just complete darkness. The sky was pitch black, and so was the ground.
    The tour guide turned his flashlight back on. "Ever been in complete darkness before?" He asked. "Well, that's what it feels like."
   "Now that I've experienced it, places with no lights won't be considered dark anymore!" J said.
    We journeyed on, and we got to see some flowstone. Sadly, we weren't allowed to touch it because or hands may have lotion, moisturizer, or oil that may prevent the rock from growing. If there was any of those things that came in contact with the rock, the rock would not be able to grow anymore. The flowstone was beautiful, and I looked in wonder and awe at it's smooth surface.
    We finally came to this part of the cave, where there was wind everywhere. It had things to do with physics, but I had no idea about whatever the tour guide said. Maybe our teachers would know, but we didn't. Standing there, there was wind all around us. It was so refreshing and windy.
    Adventuring ahead, we eventually reached the end of the tour. We took some pictures, and the tour guide told us to like them on facebook, if we had accounts (but I don't have one). We also could review them on trip advisor, which I probably will not do. Going out took about 15 mins, but it felt like just 5. The tour had come to an end.
    Sadly, we were not able to see the Trapdoor Spider, the rarest spider in the world, but the trip was still really fun. It was a great and fun day, full of awesome adventure.

Slice Of Life #94 - So Busy - Saturday, March 17th, 2018

    This post will be one of my shortest (and maybe one of my worst) posts because I am currently rushing and don't have a lot of time. My day was really packed, because first of all, I had a lot of classes, such as my swimming and my "piano practice class" because Monday was my examination. I would have had robotics, but I canceled it because I am going camping later with my Cub Scout troop. I am staying overnight with my dad, but my mom is going home. We borrowed a tent from my parents' friend, and I have a sleeping bag, but my dad is going to have to sleep with some pillows, mattress, and blanket. I think that I am going to end my post now, because I have to get to the campsite within one hour now, and I still need to eat lunch and take a bath. Bye for today!

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Slice Of Life #93 - 800 METERS! - Friday, 16th, March 2018

    Today was track and field day. All the boys shuffled like prisoners to the bleachers, not wanting to waste any energy as they would run later. I climbed the stairs to the seats and settled down with my best friends, T and TJ. We started chatting about the story that we are writing together (and aiming to publish it) and some other things.
    The girls were in the gym first, and they got to select which events they wanted to do. They got to choose from shot put, turbo javelin, or high jump.
    When all the boys came, they started the event. The teachers called us down for some stretches and warming up. After that, it was time for the 800m race, the longest event of the day. The race was with a waterfall start, and I decided to challenge myself to race 4 laps around my school's field.
    "Congratulations for choosing the hardest event for today." A teacher said. "Remember, that every step that you take must be at a good pace. If you run really fast in the beginning, then you know what's going to happen."
    "Your going to slow down tremendously, and your probably going to lose."
    We were lead to the starting line. We all lined up in a slanting formation, looking straight forward. We had to get to a mark before you were allowed to cut in.
    "ON YOUR MARK, GET SET... GO!" One of the PE teachers, Ms. Simpson, shouted. We all sprinted as fast as we could, and we all hit the cut in mark like a army. No one was still left running towards cut in mark. As soon as our legs crossed the cut in mark, everyone started to try and push people out of the way, running into the inside lane.
    I pushed hard, and soon I was running in 3rd place. The first lap finished in no time, and my pace slowed down even though it was supposed to get faster. I didn't want to waste too much energy. I overtook someone as soon as I past the starting line, and started to go faster so we could get a gap between us. I didn't want him to overtake me again.
    On the 3rd lap, I was taking massive breaths. My intake of oxygen was getting slower. I breathed hard, carrying myself with every step that I took.
    Finally, it was the final lap. I ran faster, trying to overtake the person in front of me. I remembered not to run too fast, because I would use any bit of left energy on the final 20m. When I got to the final 20m, I ran as fast as I could, not my fastest because I didn't have any more energy. I just managed to beat the other person in front of me, as my leg passed the finish line just before him. My final step that I took in that race was a leap.
    I breathed heavily, trying to get my oxygen back. I was out of breath. I felt like I was going to die from lack of oxygen.
    Everyone was saying congratulations, but I was out of breath to even talk. I walked as slow as a snail to my seat with my best friends, T and TJ, and flopped down in my seat.

Slice Of Life #90 - Stomach Ache! - Happened on Wednesday, 7/3/2018 - Tuesday, 13/3/2018 - Drafted on Monday, 12/3/2018

    It was early in the morning, maybe late in the night, and I had woke up. The lights were all off except for the one that was shining brightly in the computer room. This was the story.
    I stood up, and walked around, clutching my stomach. I paced back and forth, beside and in front of my bed. After that, I went back and lied down, my body was crumpled like a rolled up piece of paper. My eyes stayed open, looking at my pillow. I then stared at the dark, night sky, only street lights providing light. I tried to do stuff to occupy my time, knowing that I could not sleep. Turning to the other side, that feeling felt more uncomfortable. Gosh. I thought. That hurts like crazy. The anonymous feeling became stronger, stronger than ever, just like a burning ball of flame.
    I couldn't take it anymore, I was really in pain. I went to find my parents, but they were sleeping. Not wanting to wake them up, I still woke them up, telling them that my stomach hurt. My mom told me to go the the bathroom, so I did. It didn't help much, so I cleaned up and left. My mom helped me rub my stomach, and surprisingly, it actually helped. It worked like magic, as fast as lightning.
    The same thing happened again, and I woke up. I went to the bathroom again, but then I managed to fall asleep in there (I know... weird and a little disgusting). When my mom rubbed my stomach, it didn't work. I didn't know why.
    After those 2 times, I managed to get some sleep and my stomach has not hurt again. *For now, at least!*

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Slice Of Life #65 - My Weekend + Friday - Happened from 1/12/2017 - 3/11/2017 - Tuesday 5th, December 2017 - 5/12/2017 - Written On 4/12/2017

Friday

Rattha Curry House

Friday was a really fun day for me. I didn't have school because it was Prophet Muhammad's Birthday. I missed my Chinese class because I had scheduled a play date with my 2 best friends, Toby and Tobiah. After eating our breakfast as a family at a Southern Indian restaurant. I ate some noodles with daul. After breakfast, we sent my dad to work, then I went to my friend's house (he actually lives in a hotel) - The Face Suite. When I got there, my 2 best friends were already there. We were at Toby's house, and Tobiah was my other best friend. Toby was there with Tobiah playing Bedwars in Minecraft. They did the hand-mouse-keyboard challenge, which Toby was mouse and Tobiah was keyboard. The sad thing was the fact that they didn't win. They thought me the controls because I didn't play video games, and I learned the controls pretty quickly. I wasn't that good with the controls at first, but I could do some basic things. We connected onto the same world on the Ipad, and we created a world which we named TZPRESTON. We did pretty well and actually found diamonds. One thing that I was not good at was building bridges. I kept forgetting to hold the "shift" key on the computer, so then I kept falling down. One of the best moments I had was  when it was almost time to leave. We were playing solo bedwars, which me and Tobiah started by playing the hand-mouse keyboard challenge. We was doing pretty well, so we decided to let Toby play by himself, so that way we would be able to win. Toby was the best in Minecraft out of all of us. We gave him some support because he didn't win a solo game ever, and we wanted him to win. At the end, everyone was eliminated until the last person was left. The person was on the white team - Dragon Cosmic. Dragon Cosmic was really good, but he probably was cheating for the whole time. Toby hit him 5 times with a diamond sword, each time at a different angle and he didn't take any damage or even move. We reported him for hacks (that might have just been bad sportsmanship). At the end, we got permanent diamond armor, a diamond sword, a iron pickax, some wool, and other important things in Bedwars. We had a potion of speed, jump boost potion, and invisibility on us. At the end, we didn't win, but it was still a fun day. I stayed there for pretty much the whole day, until it was night time and Toby and his parents sent me and Tobiah home.

Saturday

Saturday was a normal Saturday. My dad went to work, I went to my math class, and then I had my robotics class after that. After that, my dad had appointments just like every Saturday. He had to go to our brain training center (Your Brain Academy - Check it out here!).

The Kid From The Big Apple 2
(A Worthy Watch!)

Before going down the car, my mom asked us if we wanted to watch a movie. It was 'The Kid From The Big Apple 2' (AKA 'I am From New York 2'). We watched the 1st version, and it was pretty sad. The first movie won lots of medals because of how good it was. We decided to go and watch it. We watched it with my parents' friends. It was a great movie, and a completely worthy watch.

Summary of the movie:

The Kid From The Big Apple 2 is a very sad story about a kid named Sara and her grandpa. Her grandpa got sick with dementia, and now he is forgetting to forget stuff (that's what happens if you have dementia). They have to go through all the bad things that will happen, and maybe if there's a third edition, the grandfather will get better.

Sunday

Sunday was quite a boring day for me. I woke up at 10am because I slept late the last night. We went to eat branch with my parents' friends (that lasted until 3pm). At home, I watched some YouTube and read some books. I practiced some piano and did some Mensa questions. After that I had dinner, and that was about all the exciting bits of the day.

What did you do this weekend? Did you watch a movie? Did you have a playdate, or was it completely normal? Hope to hear from you soon! Thanks For Reading My Blog!!! Please "Give" Me Any Comments You Have In The Comments Section Below!!! Stay Updated Some Other Good Posts!!!  

Slice Of Life #61 - The Emergency Room - Happened on 5/11/2017 - Tuesday 1th, November 2017 - 711/2017 - Wrote On 6/11/2017

It was a pleasant day for us, until we were eating dinner and my dad got a phone call. One of his/my mom's friends's son was in the admitted to the hospital. At first, I didn't know what was happening, but as soon as we got there, I completely could understand that it was a really big problem. My dad quickly pressed a button (I think it was a button because I didn't really have time to see it clearly). The doors to the emergency room opened, as a blast of fresh, cold air rushed out the door. I could see the worried look on the father's face, and also the red, teary eyes on the mother's face. There, we learned that his son had something wrong with him, and they didn't know what. Her son just called her lots of times, and when she said wait, within 1 minute, the son was already lying down, flat on the car seat. It was quite surprising because we all had saw her son running around, trying to catch a kid early this morning. My dad went in the room, eager to look at what the doctors inside were doing. He told me that being a doctor in the emergency room could be quite stressful, mostly because he experienced it before. My dad was a doctor, a pediatrician for quite some time now. After that, we went out to just talk about some things. We needed to calm her down, because we didn't want her to feel bad. There, I learned that when I was 1 week old, I was actually admitted to the same hospital because of dehydration. I saw the nurse coming out and asking for something in the medicine area, and the mother told us that it was quite stressful for her to see the nurse coming out to get some things for her son. The doctors called Serdang hospital, checking to see if there was any space for the patient to go there. They said no, so then they had to call another hospital. There would also need to have emergency treatment in the ambulance. We got some coffee for her & her husband, and also a sandwich for her to eat. I needed to go home to take a bath, so we quickly went home for us to take a bath. My dad wanted to go with them when they were transferring hospitals. My dad went out first, and we would go after my mom was ready. My dad then called back home, telling us that the ambulance just arrived and they were loading the patient onto the ambulance, so we didn't need to go. After that, I just changed my clothes and went to sleep, knowing that my dad would come back around midnight, but it was completely normal for him.

There's already enough suffering in this world, and I just really hope it could stop. Have you ever experienced being admitted into the hospital? Was it the emergency room? Was it just a small problem? Thanks For Reading My Blog!!! Please "Give" Me Any Comments You Have In The Comments Section Below!!! Stay Updated For Some Other Good Posts!!! 

P.S The Siem Reap holidays will be continued whenever I don't have anything to write about, which is probably next week.

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Ice Cream, ice cream, ice cream, how yummy you are. Yummmmmy!!!!! I love you , You love me, but I'm so sorry because you are so unhealthy.....

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What a bunch of crybabies!!!!!!!!!