A day to remember...(Prt 2.)

I woke up around 7.30 a.m., I didn't have a good night sleep since I can just lie like a dead log and the injuries were still fresh. I found out later that I actually forgot to take my painkiller. (Wakaka...)

My uncle and aunt came to my house to see how serious is the injury and how can they help out since my father was 'outstation'.

! 0 ! What the f**k... My house was filled with neighbours near and far! Woman Gossip News Channel is very efficient! They ask and show concern.

My uncle fetched me, my aunt and my mother to Pantai Cheras Hospital to do a medical check-up(X-ray for my left leg & CT scan for my brain) since the small scenario(fainting) during the morning (Read<<A day (night) to remember...(Prt 1.)>>).

We reached there around 9.00 a.m.

The nurse asked us to do another basic check-up by the General Surgeon there.

The doctor approved the CT scan but not the X-ray since my left leg was assumed(which is true) swollen and given me a WEEK MC (Wakaka...).

The CT scan image was quite interesting. It was divided into 4 columns & 5 rows. The image 'start' at the right corner 'cell' with a small bowl like image of my brain. The image 'proceed' with the bowl like image 'growing' to form a full size brain image. The last 'cell' shows the image of my brain and eyeballs and stuffs. I can't say anything about the process since I was asked to close my eyes.

After the medical check-up which cost around RM320+, I went to school to hand-in my MC. Edbert (my drama father), Iven (my drama half-brother), Melissa (my drama half-sister) and a few students I know saw my pitiful state. The teachers mostly asked.

Pn. Chan (Read <<4S2 2009 UNITED WE STAND!>>) saw me and give me what happen in the class for the short few hours of my absence. The weird part was, I told no one about my accident and somehow it reached Pn.Chan's ears!

I went home and spent my looong hours in front of the computer and type out <<A day (night) to remember...(Prt 1.)>> using my left hand only since my right hand was seriously injured.

To all 4s2's students and teachers, thanks for your concern and I'll be back.
To the people who thinks to much, I type my experience to share it NOT to find sympathy or to seek attention.

Injuries & Bruises...

Not very nice isn't it...

A day (night) to remember...(Prt1.)

Yesterday night, I encounter something that usuaslly no much people will want to encounter --- a car accident.

To the people who live near Alam Damai will know that before the Alam Damai's HUGE sign board, there's still another traffic light, and that's the 'crime' scene.

Let's see, around 9.00 p.m. yesternight, I was pushing my bike back from Mr. Brian's tuition.

When I was reaching 'that' traffic light, the light on the other side was red that time (any sensible person cross the roard, right), therefore, I PUSHED my bike across the road...

Then, WHAM, a car came from behind and hit me from my left hind. Luckily, I was on my bike's right hand side. So, my beautiful (to me)-loyal (I've went 'far' with it)-old (it's 6 year's old)-still OK (Duh)-rusty (can't help it) bike FLEW away and I, myself, roll on the road.

I see nothing but the dark night sky and bright orange strret light.

I feel nothing but a bit of 'ants stinging' feeling on my forehead, hand, leg and my body's right hand side.

A couple of motorcyclist stopped asked about myself and scolded the Indian driver. I looked around...

OMG!!! My beautiful -loyal -old -still OK -rusty bike was completely 'disintergrated'. That bike was actually a present from my now-in-Sudan-working father. So, more or less still got a bit of sakit hati.

The Indian driver (around in HIS 60's) stopped the around 150-200 feet away (Waa! So far...). He argued, explained, etc.etc. to the motorcyclist. Then fetch me to the nearest clinic. Using his phone I called my mother.

The funny part was, after I entered the 'surgery room', an unknown Chinese uncle came in and he thought that the Chinese uncle was my father and explained the whole incedent from his point-of-view. My mother came in later and saw the whole misunderstanding incident. She kept quiet and listen to his explanation without him knowing. After the truth bout my mother's identity was reveiled, he explained the whole thing again. (Waa, 口水多过茶, saliva more than tea)

After the minor 'surgery', he paid everything. (Weird eh...) He than wanted to bring me to the Alam Damai's Polis Station to lodge a report so he can claimed insurence. My mother agreed.

Damn the police who was working there. My mother and the Indian reached there and do you know what the damned police said! HE said every car accident should go lodge a report at Jln Bdr, KL, while the 'crime' scene was just around the corner.

The Indian and my mother agreed to lodge the report the next day (today). After settle everything, I went home. Another unexpected thing happen...

Around 1.30 a.m. this morning, after going to the toilet to release my bladder's 'product',, I went back to my room and fainted for a couple of minutes. Luckily (again), my mother saw the light's were on and came out to see what's the problem.

She saw me fainting and dragged me (I'm quite heavy) to my brother's bed. After I regain concuisness, I relised I was temporary blind. My mother's was panicked and everything then I told her I was SLOWLY regaining my sight back and slept (very suffering) later.


Prt. 2, coming soon....

Explanation to my blog's tittle and URL...

I was asked by my drama 'half-sister' why is my blog's tittle so funny. And now I explain to all who wandered the same thing as her the true meaning of the name...


"Du Vrangr Gata (or The Wandering Path, in the Ancient Language), was the coalition of minor magicians who supported the Varden."

To those who read the Inheritance Chronicles (Eragon, Eldest & Brisingr), they will know the fact above.

-The minor magicians is describing the people who are smart and intelligent (Waa! very perasan...).

-The Varden is describing our 'dear', 'lovely' school - SMKTC.


So in total, Du Vrangr Gata here was the coalition of students who supported or got comment about the running of the school and MY blog. The Wandering Path describe me as the person who walk the path which is unstable or uncertain for it's 'wandering'.


"Oromis, known as Osthato Chetowä = The Mourning Sage = Togira Ikonoka = The-Cripple-Who-Is-Whole, is an elf, a Dragon Rider, a philosopher and a logician."

(Again) To those who read the Inheritance Chronicles (Eragon, Eldest & Brisingr), they will know the fact above.

-Togira Ikonoka is actually describing me as a person who is 'whole' physically but 'cripple' mentally, emotionally, etc.etc.


So in total, togira-ikonoka.bolgspot means the blog of a person who is whole and cripple at the same time. (Me)

Hope my drama 'half-sister' is satisfied by my explanation.



P/S: Sorry, I talk a LOT of crap and stuff. So don't blame me when my posts are a BIT too long.

Mid. May & Starting of April

OMG, it's been 1 month-4 days-2xhours-xxmins-xxsecs, I've edited my blog...

Let's see what happen during this looooong time of absence....

-Gotten my exam results. (Lucky I can stand the 'effect' of the exam papers, or else I won't be typing now.)

-More homework pressure [Most of it I don't care doing (SJ- Scrap Book Chap.1-3, PM-Folio = articleSSS, ...)]

-Carnival Day (4S2 beaten 4S1 by 1500+ - 600+) (Haha, in your face Joseph LCY!!!)

-Drama trauma (Don't know how to walk like a rich & spoilt son.) (Haven't got the right emotion & tone yet)

-Drama happiness [Yes, get to leave my hair long & get it styled without paying a single cent (I think)]

-Exam around the corner (According to the teacher, it's around 18-20th of May)