Series of Unfortunate Events – BTN Part 1

By Lu


Patriotism is something you instilled yourself inside you, not something to be taught through any government camp.

Last week, I had a date with BTN – Biro Tatanegara in Kem Bumi Jati, Shah Alam. I was pondering on whether I should put anything here at all since the contents of the camp are highly controversial and biased.

Well, let us start with day 1. Stupid INTI caused me to wake up early on a Sunday morning to board a bus to Kem Bumi Jati although registration was only supposed to start from 2 to 4 pm. Reason for that: Not enough bus. Still, journey in the bus was quite entertaining despite I do not have enough sleep because the “peoples” had been hogging the washing machine the night before and I could only washed my clothes around 3 am. Knowing the sleepless nature of such camps, I was hoping that I could hold on even for the first day. So, I try to sleep in the bus but for unknown reasons, I just cannot close my eyes. Therefore, I enjoyed the journey by looking at our bus making wrong turns and getting lost and hearing “someone” asking when will we reach there. ^_^

Once we reached there, we dropped our bags and head inside the hall for quick briefing and registration. But before that, I forgot all about my midnight snacks in the bus and quickly went back to retrieve them. Don’t know how many times these supplies satisfy my hunger despite us having six meals a day there. What! I am a growing boy, I need all the nutrients I can get and don’t call me plump, I just have big bones. Haha.

With our quick registration and late incoming second batch of participants, it means the prisoners of Kem Bumi Jati have a few hours to burn before the first activity started. Plus, the dorm where we are supposed to stay is very hot and stuffy, very few can sleep well inside and those that managed to sleep, suffers headache soon after that. So, I went out to the dining hall where I listen to conversation and brush up my Chinese by retaking a basic course in it. Chew was teaching Jeanie about basic pronunciation in Chinese but I fell asleep during his ah…lecture. Sorry about that.

As you can see, the first day is really pretty uneventful. The briefing holds nothing memorable, perhaps maybe a glimpse into the torture we will endure over the next few days.

Still, the food they served are superb , hey, they are free. That is why I like them, and they really do taste quite good too.

Sleeping here obviously is no problem for me since I display my uncanny ability to sleep anywhere where I can fall asleep even in the midst of a racket by the boys’ conversations. Having Kelvin Khor as my bunker bed partner is really enjoyable also.

However, showering naked with other guys is still something I am not used too. So, I showered in the cubicle instead ^_^ Sure, “what you have, I have too”, there is nothing to be shy about in the shower. But still, showering with the mentally unstable Jacks can often lead to undesirable consequences. So, I played safe and opt for isolation.

Now comes Day 2 of Imprisonment. Early that morning, we were split into different groups. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in any group along with a few other participants. So, we called ourselves Group 15 but later, got changed into Group 12 since they cannot find any Group 12.

I may be tooting my horn here, but I have to admit, Group 12 is the best in the camp. No other groups can even match our noisiness and non stop laughter plus ferocious appetite by even a mile.

The day continue with lectures given by invited, paid speakers to present our modules. So, obviously, their views are slanted and pro-government. Nothing bad at all since they are invited by the government. But seriously, some of their comments and opinions are so baseless which could easily be rebutted if someone really tries. I asked some questions to the invited speakers and they did reply, although not responses which fully satisfied me. In fact, one of the speakers messed up so much with my question, that everyone around me knows he handled the answer the wrong way. If you know what I mean. In fact, the only thing I got out of the four lectures is to hate foreign countries, mainly *** and *********. Still, there is an entertainment value from the last speaker, where he tries to flirt around with Norihan on the stage. Not sure whether ****** will like it or not. And, I can see that there are no speakers of other races, except for Malays there. Wonder why, huh, since the content is slightly discriminating between races when our government itself has been lauding for a “Bangsa Malaysia”, but now doing the totally opposite?

After that, everything went as the schedule dictates and we crawled back to bed by 12 pm. And that is the end of Day 2.

As you can see, there are no pictures up here since we were told that no electronic devices were allowed in the camp beforehand. So, very few people bought any handphones or cameras here, but security is so lax. I should had bought my camera along to record my experiences. 🙁