Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
Streets of London, Ralph McTell.
I don't think they saw. Maybe they did. But if they did, I think the significance of it was different for everyone who saw it.
Everyone impatiently waiting for their turn to place their lunch orders. The endless queues and the hassled cashier girls. Teenage students lazily munching on their burgers and fries. Everyone for his own.
Then, he walked in. Dressed in nondescript clothing, his face was immemorable. But you could tell he hadn't washed in awhile. Nobody noticed him as though he was just part of the interior of the outlet.
Was he wearing a pair of canvas shoes or slippers? I don't seem to remember. He wore something brown; knee-length capri shorts, I think. But it just escapes my mind.
He came from the end of the corridor, where the sink was; probably washed his hands. But I never saw him come in.
"French fries, french fries," he said aloud to himself in Cantonese.
He picked up some cold fries on a tray left over from a meal of two boys in school uniforms. Swiping some from the tray, he happily gobbled them down. He shuffled around, his eyes searching. Approaching a man in his 60's who was certainly more well-off than him, his body movements radiated excitement. You could tell he was happy.
Hesitatingly, he asked the man who wore a beat-up navy blue canvas shoes, "Are you going to have these fries? Do you mind if I have them?"
The man with the blue shoes grunted, barely casting a glance at him or the stale fries left uncleared from a previous patron.
Gladly, he grabbed handfuls of the meagre meal and carefully dropped them into a french fry box. Thanking the man with sincerity, he ambled off leaving the man with the blue shoes barely affected.
And then, I stared at my now-empty mealbox, and I looked at my life; how I'd wished our family had just a little bit more cash so that we can get into varsity; how I've always had a full belly; how I'd spent; how I'd perceived it to be mediocre, average, 'not bad, not good'.
All of a sudden, it seems so indulgent.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Mom spotted me squinting in front of the telly one afternoon when I was 6 while she carried the sun-dried clothes in. And that was the start of 13 years of short-sightedness.
Glasses then were less than attractive, plus, they were very expensive. I was so afraid my glasses would drop and I got upset when a boy in kindergarten ran into me and my glasses were knocked off my nose. Grandpa also called me Professor. ;)
It was pair after pair of unattractive glasses especially since Mom couldn't afford the nicer ones, which explains my terrible primary school pictures. =__=
My lens power has risen steadily over the years to a high -6 dioptres (negative sign denotes myopia). -6 D borders between medium myopia and high myopia. I also experience floaters, which are shadowy shapes like worms that appear to float in my line of vision. This is usually experienced by high myopes. Worrying, huh?
Wearing glasses is also extremely bothersome; I can't see when I swam, I lost my glasses in a dark wave pool, sweat blurs my view during badminton, foggy glasses while eating hot food...
But my nosebridge was finally 'liberated' by contact lenses! (Which I still find troublesome, and it opens your eyes to potential plagues of infections.)
Despite all that, I'm still grateful to have sight.
Thank God that you are able to read this.
Happy World Sight Day.
Monday, October 4, 2010
My drummaddiction cost Dad a whopping RM 124 at Bentley. I was about to pay, but.. he said it is an investment. Oh well. Since my old Antler stick bag decided to go alligator on me (the zipper split open), I got a new brandless one for RM 25. Pretty cheap, relative to the ones sold in Ebony. It's big and can fit about 6 sticks. :D
And, I also got a Boss Dr. Beat DB-30 Metronome! It's palm-sized and besides being a digital metronome, it works as a tuner as well. It's got the tap function and it can play odd time signatures. Plus, it's only RM 99 and it came in only last week. But it's been in the market for several years already.
Mr. Salesguy Darren asked me to take up courses in Bentley. (They've got an AUDITORIUM as well!) But surprise, surprise, I'm from Ipoh. :(
Karjie also got me a pair of Vic Firth rutes from Hong Kong! And it was air-flown. It made her about HKD 160 poorer so, thank you, Beester! :)
So many new toys and no time to play with them.
I've been spending hours over Math and I can say that I DO NOT DISLIKE MATH ANYMORE! I actually enjoy it. What an accomplishment. All thanks to my 'hell-like training' mates - Benjamin, Bubu and Weng Hong. REALLY. Now, it's time to get the Math "Jump In" Award! I guess it would work as a morale booster. ;)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Everyday, fresh realisation dawns upon me that if I fail to achieve stellar HSC results, I can't get into varsity.
And I know that we cannot afford private institution fees, or even a partial scholarship to anywhere overseas. And then, there's Sean.
Very disheartening. Not getting into varsity is not an option.
Not being able to solve questions despite intense study and failing to understand lessons are very dispiriting. Then, there's the literary & oratory award that I can't qualify for just because I'm not a boy. And the infuriating selfish bookish people.
There's more to boot.
I'm very frustrated. I need to go for a jog. :/
I need God.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
But a form of escapism for the Tuesday bore came in the form of Ee Ern; a good excuse to go out on a weekday!
Picking him up from MGS, we headed to the famous Kai Si Hor Fun place in old town, but, my terrible navigation skills made a simple journey into a trail around old town. Good food (at least to me) and a conversation after a year, afterwhich, we went to Jusco for Inception.
I must say that Inception was mind-boggling and interesting, no doubt, living up to all the praises by critics. The play of architecture by CGI was amazing especially during Ariadne's maiden dream manipulation; and the explosions were done using high-pressure nitrogen. Very cool. Graphics were good, and the movie kept me thinking for two and a half hours. Certainly not a no-brainer movie like Transformers. An attractive Joseph Gordon-Levitt in three-piece suits as Arthur the Point Man added some more decor. ;) And there was this zero gravity scene where he did without the help of CGI or green screens! I must stop spouting spoilers. It's definitely a must-watch masterpiece.
It was home, dinner and pasar malam. A day of eating, really. But that's what Ipoh is all about. Authentic good food, mostly.
When asked what is Ipoh famous for; the answer: food. When asked what do I do when I go out with friends; the answer: eat. You make my social life seem to unhappenning and porky lah! Haha.
Oh, and ulu me finally went to De Garden, although it's a stone's throw from my place, to check out the modern architecture that I've been very drawn to since it's construction. I like the play of lights, usage of water and foliage on the walls, and the minimalist designs. :) And from my horrible parking, he must've wondered why he had entrusted his safety to this terrible driver. Haha.
It has been a long time since I've had a good time like this, considering what STPM seems to do to us. :( But next up, a Burger King menu exploration! (YES, I have not been to BK yet)
Call me lazy, but I don't think I can spend 6 hours in school, 2 hours on tuition and 5 hours of study daily. But that's what virtually everyone is doing, especially my Chinese school classmates. The only thing they have to talk about are math formulae, benzene rings and high energy photons.
During my interview of actor Mano Maniam last Friday (yes, I interviewed him!), he said (rough quote), "If a person was a 'nerd', it is most likely that he would be ostracized. There were so many things to do and be involved in in school. Those days we didn't have terms like 'nerd' or 'get a life', but we would've used it."
I think if you "played too much" (like me), you'd be called a 'wild thing' and possibly ostracized. Role-reversal, yes. I think there's more to life than just studying. Skills and experience (NOT experience answering exam questions), for one, are so valuable to me. But most of them would see it as an excuse to not study.
I see vast differences between the mentalities of English medium school students and Chinese medium school students. But hey, there are some exceptions of course; I'm not generalising.
Everybody comes rushing to ask me things when we have MUET. Nobody bothers to inform teachers who've lost track of time, but they expect me to notify them. When someone finds a pencil, they expect me to announce it to the class when they bloody well have their own mouths. They take their own sweet time packing things to head to the labs, making me the last to go because I have to lock the doors. They need to be pushed like stubborn mules to join competitions. They don't do things to benefit the community.
Awesome shyte right? But there are exceptions.
This table needs more using.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
The kopitiam meetings, the fun practices, the rush. I miss all those, as busy as we were.
Adopting the theme Renewal, Revival, Revolution was certainly God's choice, as High Praise was a leaping stone for revival among Christian youth in Ipoh.
I can never forget
how I woke up at 8 to finish four banner proposals in an hour before leaving for Pesta the same day;
the launching service in MYC;
the crazy drive to CGBC for practice only to find out I'm the earliest;
the McD outdoors with Siew Toong and Eugene;
Kay Lynn's fear of balloons;
the rain that fell after Sarah sang Rain Down;
the geniuses Weng Hong and I were (HAHA);
the very tiring jumping;
the honey and lemons for all the sorethroats;
and how God was so real and evident throughout the planning and High Praise itself.
The turnout came up to about 260! The performances by the two dancers, Jerome and Jeremy Goh got the people clapping. Emceeing the night was a tough job, and I worked up a lingering sorethroat from my recent bout of illness.
But the main purpose was to praise God. And the Holy Spirit was indeed moving in Elim that night. People were singing praises to God, jumping, dancing and just worshipping Him. From the stage, it was simply amazing. Despite the fiery sorethroat, I managed to lead I Could Sing of Your Love which would've been impossible without God. Praise God!
Pastor Clement is an anointed speaker without doubt, and he got the crowd in stitches with his jokes. But, jokes aside, through the message, 19 people came to accept Christ into their lives and countless others rededicated themselves to God. Praise God!
We poured so much into High Praise, we've seen the Holy Spirit move, we've witnessed God's power, and we've also gained something in return, whether we've realised it or not. I know I have; the joy of seeing people coming to Christ, the friendships strengthened, the new friends made, the experience.
I really wish this group of people could work together again!
OH. An interesting thing: The Koreans came in as they needed to set up their stuff for their gig. The next night at Wesley, one Korean man recognised us and said that maybe we could collaborate next time! :D I was in [SUPER EXCITED STATE] that night.
Friday, July 9, 2010
This is a rather delayed post because this SUPER event landed me in bed for 4 days with a bad fever, chesty cough, sore throat and other whatnots. The doctors suspected I had dengue so I was sent for a blood test that almost made me kiss the floor. I've got a low white blood count so I was subjected to another test which wasn't very assuring but I'm well!
But on to happy topics!
Drill "courses" with WO Ph'ng! (With chapters. Haha. We graduated.)
(Photo courtesy of BBM Facebook)
We left Ipoh by train to Parit Buntar where we spent the night at PB Baptist Church. On the way, we watched Vertical Limit, a 9-year-old movie that my childhood friends and I invented a game based on it while in Cameron Highlands. I finally watched the movie. We practised marching on the empty street near the market. I was too excited to sleep.
The bulk of the event was held at St. Xavier's Institution while I stayed at the architectural beauty called Convent Light Street. All the Primers were made squad leaders so we were all naturally nervous, but, responsibilities were minimal and discipline-wise, Pesta was relatively relaxed and punishments weren't meted out, but a high standard of discipline was maintained by all. We watched the drill competition which was good, then in the evening, we made our way to the Penang City Stadium for the Opening Ceremony. We represented Perak in the state contingent march and were required to stand at attention for (very) prolonged period of time. Dato' Seri Ong Tee Keat was there to officiate it. After the march, the Perak State Commissioner said the Primers did well! :D The National Band Competition was an eye-opener. Brass bands of 100 doing formations and dances; even the Thriller!
Part of my squad after the closing ceremony. (Photo courtesy of Tiew Siong)
The next morning, we had a sort of 'dancercise' led by some professional dancers. We were so far behind so we couldn't see. Some crazy Sabahans did their own moves. (One of them shot to 'stardom' on dance night. Haha) We were separated into platoons, and to my utter dismay, the main language of conversation is Mandarin! My squad officer from Bintulu can only speak Chinese. I could've cried. Haha. But I tried as much Chinese as I could and by the end of Pesta, Lt. Wong Siew Chuong said I have improved! My other officer was WO Pornpimon Stapleng who was really so cuddly with me and gave me a huge box of lobak!
Squad leaders and officers with the CHC team. (Photo courtesy of 19th National PESTA)
The Interplatoon Telematch was cancelled due to rain which a few of us were caught in. Thankfully this guy held an umbrella over me! :) But some of us got to play the games when the rain stopped which was great. Another eye-opener was the National Singing and Dancing Competition. BB just gets better. I mean, this people sing and dance simultaneously! And the dancing competition was professional.
Youth Concert turned out to be like a Sunday service in Dewan Sri Pinang, with added excitement. The pastor from City Harvest Church was great, and the translator guy was so cute and funny!
Squad C2! I had an Vanessa, an Indonesian sergeant as assistant. (Photo courtesy of BBM Facebook)
The most tiring thing was the Treasure Hunt which covered the whole of the Georgetown Heritage Trail. I finally explored much of Penang on foot. It was tiring but our group held together in the blazing heat.
The MANY MANY MANY coupons! (Photo courtesy of Weng Hong)
At night was the Fun Fair and B Idol - well-organised without a glitch. And guess what? Team BUBU (that's Bubu, CK, Weng Hong, Ben, Wei Han and myself) won a futsal match against an all-young boy team 2-0! I scored. Woohoo!
For Explore Penang, I headed South West to Balik Pulau with Sarah to the nutmeg factory and the famous durians. They were good, I tell you. But I got carsick on the way. Too bad "Sabah!" was in the other South West group; if not, it would've been crazy. We had Air Itam market laksa and some desert, and tapau-ed muachee for supper.
Then, the highlight of Pesta: the Route March! Penang Road is one of the busiest roads in Penang, both day and night. But the road was closed for US to march all the way from SXI to KOMTAR Dome with policemen on duty! Tourists and locals all gathered along the road. Some snapped pictures and others cheered and clapped. Two brass bands accompanied the 1700 marchers which attracted more attention. Even people from Trader's Hotel couldn't help but peer through the curtains! It was a proud moment for all of us.
Half-heartedly, we went through the motions of the Closing Ceremony. True to the theme of "Go Green", lighting was minimum, no plastic bags or styrofoam boxes were used throughout Pesta. Pesta started off with perfection and ended similarly. Bubu and my platoon was 1st runner up! :D
Syok sendiri-ing with Primers from Penang. They wanted us to take a pic for them, but we ended up taking it with them! (Photo courtesy of Adam Lai of Penang BB)
Day 5: Fellowship and goodbyes. And, then, food at my family's favourite place - Joo Hooi! Mmm. We caught a Rapid from KOMTAR to Queensbay and watched 'A Team' there. Got us in stitches. Then, more goodbyes to my 1st Ipoh mates as I met up with Momma, Papa and Sean. :(
Waiting for our rocket to come.
I love you guys and Pesta!
(Photo courtesy of Zhen Yick of Penang BB)
Pesta has really changed my perception of BB and it has showed me how one body of Christ can lead on to the transformation of the lives of its members. BB is a good ground to work at, something you know that harvest can be reaped from hard work. And though, the harvest may benefit only others, the satisfaction of it is a reward itself. I'm considering to serve God through BB. Why not? :)
BB and JOHOR PESTA 2012, I'M COMING!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
High Praise is an annual event organised by ACS CF.
Renewal, Revival, Revolution is the theme. Revolution seems to be the word for the year, from what I see and our CF is headed towards life-changing revolution. What can be a better way of revolutionising your life than thru the love of Christ?
Music has a way of reaching out and touching the lives of people. And that's exactly what High Praise is all about. Music, praise and worship, and the anointing of the Holy Spirit.
It doesn't matter if you're Christian or not. Come, and experience renewal, revival and revolution in your life! :) See you there.
I've been immersing myself in music since the hols began, especially the High Praise songs. Practice has been great and productive. But, we need prayers!
Please pray for:
- Sarah. The worship leader. Pray that God's anointing will be upon her and that God will use her to bring the people into a greater time of worship.
- The singers. Lukas, Adrian, Siew Toong, Mei Kei and myself. That our voices will be preserved (and strengthened) and that we'll be able to sing together in harmony.
- The guitarists. Stephen, Samuel and Eugene. That as they work out parts and practise, they'll be able to work in sync.
- The keyboardist. Kay Lynn. That she'll be awesome on that day! (She already is XD)
- The drummer. Benjamin. That he'll provide a solid foundation for the band.
- That all will be focused on God.
- Good health.
- Ultimately, PROTECTION from the plans of the evil one. Especially for those who'll be going for the BB Pesta. That nothing that is not of God will befall us.
- And for all those who are working hard in the planning exco - Benjamin Yong, Jonathan Yeh, Edberg and Weng Hong.
BB PESTA is tomorrow! How ever can I sleep? :D
Sunday, June 6, 2010
1. Clear up my organised-mess desk
2. Intense studying (ie. finish Physics)
3. Attend High Praise practices
4. Complete High Praise banner
5. Edit my publishing ladder
6. Math homework
7. Get my car washed and vacuumed
8. Pack for Pesta
Sounds good. Accomplishable? Yes!
Work starts now.
I shall conquer you, STPM! *warcry*
Excitement because the Boys' Brigade Pesta is just around the corner! Although it's Mr. Foong's first time going for a camp, I'm just as excited as he is. It's our first ever Pesta and we're made squad leaders because we're primers! I hope all goes well. But yes, I'm extremely excited! :D
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Everything was relatively fine except for the writing component which is my strong area. Personally, I'm not satisfied with my essay and my MUET trial essay seems better written. Then again, what's done is done. But, then the kiasu-ness in me whispers "English is the language you've first learnt, first read, first written and spoken everyday for the last 18 years!"
Shame on you, Yi Wen.
And then, there's the expectations to perform from people.
KJ said before she left for HK, "Perhaps you'll beat my score."
Uhm. Not likely.
But, it's never pleasant to wallow in regret. Oh well.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I think it answers the question in CG discussion last Sunday. Read also Revelation 3:16.
Dad left his Bible in my car. I happened to flip it open while I was getting my bag out of the car before school. And behold! Romans 8:37. It gave me reassurance of the love of God the whole day.
I read Romans 8:28-39 that night. How could I keep from falling asleep with a smile?
V28: And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
V35: Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?
V37: No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.
V38-39: For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Times of difficulty may come, but, God's love is always present. Situations may blind us to is, thus, we must always keep ourselves in God's love (Jude 21)!
If neither death nor life can keep me from His love, STPM will not hinder me! Unfavourable situations will not hinder me!
Because of His love, I am more than a conqueror. I shall conquer you, STPM!
With Your love so great, heal these hands that serve you; wash away the pain. Heal these feet that are used for Your purpose. They hurt, they hurt so much.
Monday, March 15, 2010
I was drained after an exhilarating sports day, followed by my 3-hour Math Marathon. The thought of "worship and sharing" wasn't appealing and my mind was drifting to thoughts of STPM during free worship. But, the guitar trio were good.
The anointed team of 12 from Church of Our Saviour (COOS) Singapore was lead by Pastor Eunice Shum and Uncle Paul Seow, who was once a member of CGMC. Their band's pretty tight and there's a lot of variety of styles. I particularly like the 'dragged' Glory chorus.
The worship that morning with the complete band was awesome, though I can't recall what we sang. Everlasting God? We were streamed into our workshops; I in drums under 20-year-old Zhong Guo. He's quite good for someone who doesn't own a set. Clean and neat styles although not as fanciful as QV, but he's a good teacher; managed to cater to a us of different levels. Chris is dexterous on the guitar and Harvey (who reminds me of Mr. Moon from Enid Blyton's Faraway Tree) is very solid.
The team did worship on Saturday night. Great! Their unplugged worship on Sunday's conservative service was... *thumbs up!*
Adelyn and I headed to town to Kong Heng for lunch with the team. Unfortunately, the old limo decided to break down in the middle of a busy intersection. Radiator burst. Problem resolved and to lunch where the S'poreans enjoyed Malaysian food and Ipoh coffee immensely.
Particularly good was the Worship Simulation Session on Sunday where we simulated a worship practice. The audio guy - John Heng (one of the guitar trio as well) - taught us how to do proper sound checks laced with straight-faced jokes. Under the adult band, I was in the first batch together with Patrick. We were quite tensed, because Harvey and Zhong Guo were hovering around us. We did Paul Baloche's Hosanna and it was good. Corrected many errors in my drumming and learnt accents, dynamics and the awesome rimshot! Sean called me a drum warrior. Haha. Roar.
After dinner, we had a Spiritual Spa. Massages? None of that sort. It was a time where we just soaked in God's presence and love. Five stations were set up -
1. Soaking in God's presence
2. Kneeling at the foot of the cross where Bible verses were available
3. Communion with Jesus at the table - just two of you
4. Prophetic words, drawings and prayer
5. Having music sung over you (outpouring)
Psalm 27:10 was what I got. 'Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me.' Immensely comforting.
God really spoke to me through the two prophecies. Makes me ponder.
'God will expand your creativity in due time.'
'...living in someone else's shadow. Don't compare. God made you unique.'
And when Zhong Guo prayed over us, he said something like, "...you will be warriors for God." Coincidence? I don't think so.
Truly, He is God. That night, I experienced God like never before. :)
I really enjoyed the whole workshop and I'm expanding my music exploration to jazz and I'm currently hooked on to the contemporary jazz quartet Fourplay and Lee Ritenour, recommended by Zhong Guo. (I went 'huh?' when he mentioned the former.) Bob James' piano solo in Restoration was amazing and the bass riff in 101 Eastbound is funky. ;)
I wish it was longer so that we could've learn more things. But I do pray that this will be a stepping stone to propel our worship to soar to greater heights! Praise the Lord for this blessing!
P/S: I'm planning on getting a new drumstick case (mine split open), rods and a digital metronome for drums with headphone jacks. Any recommendations? Might be tripping to KL for a musical shopping extravaganza! But not anytime soon. Pooh.
Cheerio. God bless. :)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I'm going to write about my latest music discovery - Tim Hughes.
Yup, I've posted his song Everything from the Holding Nothing Back album. But just recently, I've been exploring his other music.
The verdict: AWESOME.
Hughes, a Christian worship leader and songwriter, is the Director of Worship at Holy Trinity Brompton. The Londoner was asked to lead worship at the Soul Survivor festivals at only the age of 19! He started and leads Worship Central - a school of worship - which has a vision to 'encounter God, equip the worshipper & empower the church'. His song Here I Am to Worship which we sing ever-so-frequently, received a Dove Award.
I like his songs for the powerful and relevant lyrics. Musically, it's good and it has lots of variety, especially the drums. Most of his songs have strong bass. Comparatively, I prefer his worship songs to his upbeat praise songs, but that's because I have not been able to explore them.
Some of my favourites are Everything, of course, God of Justice and Clinging to the Cross which features New Zealander Brooke Fraser who contributes songs to Hillsong Church. (Something Jon might be interested in.)
Hughes plays the guitar pretty well and his vocals are clear and pleasant to the ears too. :)
Do check Tim Hughes's songs; they really are worth listening to. Good for personal praise and worship.
I think I have an affinity for anything British.
-Tim Hughes - Londoner.
-Ben Barnes - Londoner.
-The Eurofile column in The Star by Choi Tuck Wo which sadly, ended on Sunday.
-British movies. They're pretty different from American movies and unfortunately, are rarely shown in Malaysia. And the accents, the accents!
-British tidbits. And M&S cereal!
-British accents! (Makes one sound smarter if it's not fake)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The ETS 4x200m team comprised of Chai Kar Mun, me, Khor Kar Yan and Kasturi. The day was extremely hot and it would be accurate to say the grass was crisp and dry. I think most of us ran faster because the ground was hot.
Muttering a prayer under my breath while Kar Mun turned the last bend, I sprinted as soon as the baton touched my palm. I ran. I was at the frontlines! It felt good.
I could hear the breathing of someone right beside me, bumping into me and trying to overtake me. Sarah. Passed on the baton. Kar Yan to Kasturi. But the long-legged Oldham girl managed to reach the finish line before Kasturi did, leaving us with silver.
My first sprint event win. Memorable. :)
Congrats to Kasturi and KC for breaking school records. KC - 11m++ for triple jump, 5.3m for long jump. Is he a grasshopper or what?
400m race - the anticipated race. Downing a banana for energy, I was placed in the third lane, right next to long-legged Oldham and long-breath Oldham. Pressure. According to Mr Alageasan, the one with the best timing is placed in the third lane. Huh? Me? Must be some mistake. It's long-breath Oldham, sir.
Ke garisan, sedia.. preeett!
We're off. Yee San went off like a bullet, maintaining first all the way through the first lap. Puff, puff. 400m - the longest sprint - was sapping my energy. Lift your knees, Yi Wen! shouts Mr Ravi.
Puff. Go, Yee San! Puff. I'm not sure she heard.
The last bend. Puff. Long-legged Oldham ahead! She's slowing down. There's Dr. K screaming. Puff. Second place, come on! Puff, puff.
Weng Hong cries hoarsely: Run! Puff. I overtake her. Puff. God, why are my legs so wobbly? Puff.
The finishing line! Hurray!
Not yet! That's not the line! Run!
(1 second reaction)
S***! Speeds up.
Alas, long-legged Oldham beat me to the finish line by a split second.
Frustration. Acoompanied by immense nausea from exertion. Poop. I'm still sore about it. Gah.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
In my sub-conscious state, I asked, "Do you know why when we bump arms in dry air areas, we feel that sharp zap which we usually call 'static shock', but we don't feel it when we bump elbows, if we do?"
I went on to explain that electric charge gathers only on the surface of an object such that the electric field within the object is zero. Plus, the electric field is much higher on sharp points, like this:
When we move, friction between our bodies and the air or other objects cause electrons to jump on to us. Static electricity usually occurs in dry air areas, like air-conditioned rooms, because water in the air helps electrons move off you quickly, thus preventing a large electron build up.
So, back to the sharp surfaces. On our arms, we have more hair than well, our elbows. And hairs can be considered 'sharp surfaces' compared to our skin. That means, there would be more charge build-up on our arms compared to our elbows, like this:
Each of us would be negatively charged in dry air. And as you know, like charges repel. Hence, when our highly-charged arm hairs come in to contact with another person's highly-charged arm hairs, ZAPP! - we repel.
Crazy dream, huh?
Makes me wonder whether my sub-conscious mind is more brilliant than my conscious mind.
But then again, the validity of The Highly-charged Arm Hair Theory can be doubted. Care to expound on this, Physics people?
Talk nerdy to me! :)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Bugle practice with Chee Khoon was productive and I got to swap the brass bugle for a trumpet which is easier to play, especially for one with low-capacity lungs. I love it!
Friday, February 19, 2010
God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping
God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting
God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing
Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
You are everything
Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
Be my everything
I first heard this song 'Everything' by Tim Hughes from his Live Worship, London album... while I was doing the jump rope in my living room. Other than Hughes's good vocals, the pleasant tune and the neat graphics on the backdrop, the lyrics of this song captivated my attention. And it got stuck in my head. That's what good songs do to me.
Also, I've started a blog The Shokumotsu Kouhyou which is all about food! The layout's not completely done as I'm putting in effort for a Japanese look. Haha. I'm excited. :)
Friday, February 12, 2010
But Happy V Day.
And most of all Happpy Chinese New Year.
Hu nian kuai le. Shen ti jian kang. Xue ye jing bu. Wan si loo yi. :)
CNY - a time for eating. And putting on weight. Hurray! No chance for that with the 4x200m and 400m heats right after the celebrations!
Monday, February 8, 2010
3 years competing in badminton, but I never made it into district level, what more, the state team. I'm no Duncan, but Dad's never-ending support made me feel like I was. He drove me around Ipoh to find a good training place as my birthday present. He let me wear his new Yonex shoes but wore my old ones. He bought the best racquet I'd ever play with to spur me on, and did my strings and grip for me. He bought bunches of bananas to fuel me for tournaments. He took time off from writing his thesis to watch my matches and gave me pointers. He played matches with me although they were boring. I don't think I would have ever loved sports if not for Dad's support.
Dad once said "It's your determination in court that helps you win, not so much your skill." Determination. I guess that's me being kiasu - ah, that good spirit of sport.
Satisfaction is another factor I love sports. The sweat, the loosened joints and occasionally the winnings. I can't describe how it feels but you know it's worth the pain.
Cross-country race was awesome. The jogging, bananas, skipping, weight-lifting paid off! But I still struggled. Self-motivation and prayer helped. Thank you, God. All glory goes to You.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Are certain people just not good in math in nature, or is it a matter of rigourous practice?
Math. Takes away my joie de vivre.
Run, run! Sweat!
Even if it's playing the guitar for eggs.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
There were protests also at several mosques across the nation after Friday prayers, with one of the assemblies participated by about 1000 people. Unlike other protests where the Federal Reserve Unit (FRU) or water cannons with chemicals were involved, these protests were spared of violence. Prime Minister Dato' Seri Najib Razak said the protests were allowed as they were held within the premises of the mosques, but the IGP said they were illegal because there was no permit. Home Minister Dato' Hishamuddin said they were allowed, but he backtracked and pushed the responsibility to the IGP. Very messy and vague.
SMSes were circulated, targeting Christians; asking them to keep away Christian things for fear. If I did that, wouldn't I be like Peter? Wouldn't I be cowardly ashamed of my God?
Certainly, this is an outrage! Complete disrespect! Churches burnt, temples torn down, undercover journalists in a Catholic church investigating alleged apostasy, half-eaten Holy Communion photographed for all and sundry to see?
C'est la vie. Such is life. Life in Malaysia, that is.
P/S: I'm also extremely mad because I was scheduled to go to KL for The Star Education Fair and also a mild dose of shopping with KJ. But no, these people want to demonstrate. I hate having plans interrupted. Basket.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
The thought of the dragon lady who breathes fires of non-stop nagging and who generates millions of digits with the swipe of her claw terrifies me. And the image of swinging hypnotic pendulums and colour-changing bubbling potions replays like a never-ending horror movie. Not forgetting the perverse moustachioed man who scolds with profane words. Great. *clap hands Jon-style*
..be less lazy and more serious
..cut afternoon nap time
..pass all my subjects
..get a top Band 6 for MUET
..make an AWESOME 2010 Voyager Edition
..depend more on Jesus
..GO TO ENGLAND AND JAPAN!
I see my friends finishing college and moving on to university by this year. Varsity seems like a lightyear away; late 2011 or perhaps 2012. Some play but still ace their college exams. STPM-ers play and go die, sort of. Others are still holidaying while we have to go back through the gates of terror.
Oh Jesus, please save me!