* Disclaimer: Information on Places, People and Things have been sanitized. Participants of events near and far are entitled to freely share their views and involve the Authorities should basic personal rights of goodwill, mutual respect and personal safety are willfully ignored.

It was to be the best week of my modern motorcycling life. The final block of mid-year Annual Leave allocation that had survived no less than 2 management changes and required voluntary effort from colleagues to distribute fairly, once and for all the 'sai kang' that had been default thrown onto my plate since 2018. It was the last approved annual leave for my department because we were about to embark on a very important project evolution - and for the first time I was to chair the process developments and training.

I made the risky decision to stay in a Malaysian hotel to attend a motorcycle event with a popular group then report directly to work the next day. It was to me the ultimate lifestyle thanks to the speed and reliability of modern motorcycles, what's an hour's commute between off days?

Unfortunately, the day before coming back to Singapore I suffered some kind of seizure or stroke and was completely unable to stand and walk. 

I only had about 10 minutes of warning something was 'off' because I had nausea while riding to the event but didn't think it a serious issue - I had breakfast and was properly hydrated, literally having a bottled water 'assembly line' in the hotel room for my big day. I 'rode it off' and arrived at the convoy gathering site.

Everyone was happy until my body started showing signs of wanting to unalive itself, pain, headache and inability to speak coherently.
My brain was like <GET DOWN NOW> and that was the only thing I could do, sit and then lay down in the middle of the carpark. 

I tried to signal / shout at the organizers for help but repeatedly people looked or replied "Not my problem, talk to him (pointing to some other guy)".
Eventually the casualty was noticed and I was attended to, but I raised protest immediately. I was aware I was being yelled at and the medic on duty was saying threatening things to me demanding I sit up. 
I was not able to respond verbally but even in that semi passed out state questions raced fast in my brain until I felt pain on the upper and left side of my brain.

Keep it up, and actual brain damage occur, bye bye project manager job that actually pay for all the motorcycle life and the thousands of dollars for attendance fees and bike accessories...

I guess, seeing as I am dealing with apparently trained and certified responders, maybe some can shed some light on these uncalled for behaviours?

1) What is the purpose of shouting at and threatening a casualty?
I am pretty sure 'trained medic' aware to give casualty/patients breathing room not all crowd around shout and scream at someone who is unable to reply at all. 

All I could think of in the moment was <STAY ALIVE> and not interact with the shouting and screaming and demands to "TOUGHEN UP LAH" because I have an an over-stress condition when people are yelling or making loud noises. 
It comes with my 'old age' I don't have anything to explain about it. Especially when the previous day, a 'guest speaker' at the event we attended singled me out in front of many dozens of people and proceeded to humiliate me and my family's dignity for hours on end. And the feedback was 'conveniently' ignored. So racism in mother tongue perfectly fine? We should use psychology profiling training to abuse members of public and tourists alike then start to molest - grab hug and push people people in front of their friends until EVERYONE start to ask me provocative questions?

How about asking CONSENT before calling people out and touching them parading them around the whole seminar room and calling them YAKUZA - which even the most basic commoner understand its a mark of a lifetime of VIOLENT CRIME and not something you label to "friends"?

2) Pre-ride I have disclosed candidly in the group I have speech disabilities and hearing issues because if you speak to me I have difficulty to respond due to post-traumatic stress - in SG workspaces it was "normal" to scream peoples' name across an entire building in the past - but no longer. Scars remain... 

This didn't stop other convoy participants from PURPOSELY SHOUTING MY NAME LOUD LOUD and saying provocative things like "Why don't you join X Y Z event instead" 
Sure, I can pack up right now and plan "the other Desaru Convoy." Where I DON'T pay hundreds of dollars to attend and participants ideas and input ALWAYS respected?

What happened to goodwill? Participants are welcomed to share their experience and help out in small ways right? Or is it 'participant' means guai guai STFU and follow organizer blindly say nothing like a personality cult? 

The shouting and screaming and threatening continued like it was life and death to get on my bike.
I disagreed, and replied back softly, so what happen if accident occur and now organizer responsible? Intend to cause 2nd degree murder and then make up some story "it is participant self skid?"

Get back on the bike and wait for accident to happen, what a splendid idea. Did anyone forget motor vehicle is a weapon? And driving/riding while unwell/under medication/not in right state of mind is consider manslaughter? 

What kind of nonsense is this from so called trained organizers and responders.
I guess I will have to take charge of the situation anyway and REFUSE any so-called aid from these jokers.

Long story short, I was left behind, no one gave a shit on the embarrassing sight of 70 motorcyclists leaving a man behind laying down fainted in the middle of a public carpark. 

When I came to it was 3 hours later. I felt a calming presence. A security guard evidently was looking over me and making sure I got ample recovery time before other users of the compound complained. 
He asked if he can help drive me to the clinic nearby - but I was able to sit up although my body felt like it weighed 300kg. He explained very softly and politely we are in a Government Facility so have to manage the situation, to which I thanked him for his service and his patience - not one person chased me out of the premises despite at one point passing out between parked cars as I tried to walk to and from the toilet.

I didn't have next of kin, the only possible next escalation for my condition is a Malaysian hospital admission or indeed, TOUGH IT OUT until symptoms cleared enough for me to safely visit a pharmacy and ride back to Singapore. I had to plan strategically, remember all the old wives' tales shared by my mother when I was young. and take things step by step. 

Imagine that, sharings from my mother who worked in Assunta Hospital, Petaling Jaya, from the 1960s became crucial to my survival. Clearly we have not progressed in bedside manner and effective first responding since then.

Having a stroke and facing personal harassment is no joke. It becomes a fight for your life especially if the care-givers are showing hostile intention it is best not to accept "help". These people do not represent real first responders or Malaysian Emergency Services and certainly do not act the part.

In the end I received some sort of honorary welcome when I finally reached back to hotel and again when I reported to my workplace in Singapore, all shaken up and very visibility using my office as the last bastion of safety and common sense. I guess God was watching. Crucially I had enough mental capacity left to very carefully plan additional rest stops along the way and stop the bike if there was any odd senstation (there wasn't, thanks to the wheelchair like safe handling of the scooter - just mind the fever sensation - which actually improved whist riding).

Back in Singapore
We abolished the negative "culture" of talking down on workers and ignoring feedback a long time ago in the local industry. There is really no reason to be toxic or ignorant.
It's time organizers big and small had the same common sense to embrace diversity and mutual respect instead of toxic masculinity and personality cults where "Everything is a joke and organizer can do or say anything they want, so long they are "joking". I ask you, force people to ride after they are fainting is it "joking"? Dishonor 4 generations of a person's family by saying we are JAPANESE COLLABORATORS in the Occupation is "joking"?

Good luck with these excuses once it's brought up in official State media and legal channels.

And if all this nonsense to leave a man behind to die is due to a different mother tongue... I don't need to say anything more.
Think before joining some sort of event group where everyone follow blindly, say nothing - it is a CULT and a COMMERCIAL INTEREST no longer a bastion of motorcycle culture or brotherhood of riders.
Motorcycling Culture never died. We will always ride when we want, where we want.
Only people kill the culture.