Saturday, February 27, 2010

Poop Race

A sports update.

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

The Highly-Charged Arm Hair Theory

After going through the chapter of electrostatics one night before bed, I dreamt of discussing physics with Joshua. Call me freaky!

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


Pleasant start for the day: a letter from the Philippines! I got pretty excited that I had to read it at every red light while driving. :)

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!

What a beauty.

Friday, February 19, 2010

God in my Eating, God in my Fasting

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

Quick Wishes

It holds little meaning for me because why wait till one particular day in a year to show love and affection? It's just a business advantage to business entities. :)

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

Let Me Run

Sports. I think I breathe and eat more of it than Art.

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.

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