Pull yourself to that line.

 

I admit that I am a very reckless person. However, nothing would have tantamount to the recklessness that I did.

Out of a very positively-spirited motivation and as a bar to measure myself, I participated in the cross-country race. Suffice to say, I only return as the last person (all students and teachers outdid me).

 

There were a few things that I should have done:

- Know when to quit.

- Leave to fight another day.

 

But there’s also something I am proud that I did.

- I finished the race by walking and literally dragging myself. Tenacity was missing in my life, now I have finished, I now know that I can drag myself to finish what I felt as impossible.

- Learn to at least keep a word. Completing something, instead of throwing the towel, is actually quite… satisfying.

- You gotta learn to cross that line even when nobody’s watching. Because you are watching yourself. Laugh later, cry later, but cross the damn line first.

 

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The trip to New Zealand by air.

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For someit is entirely about the experience. Some people get kicks out of the fact that they are traveling to new Zealand or nywhere for the matter by air. Me? Unlucky to have air Asia x to spoil this. As of now I do know for a fact that air Asia x is still undergoing the tweaks. They have largely revamped their flight program in terms of both the major and the in flight finer details. Apparently, due to overhearing a fellow flight passenger rguing with the flight attendant, it occurred to me that when you fly with low cost low fare airlines, do prepare in mind to purchase whatnyou reapply need and what to make your trip comfortable. It is prudent to be assured that no matter how prepared you are, when circumstances change, be ready to be short-changed. Like real bad. Believe me.

And I miss my blackberry. Very much in times like this. Ooh, the wonder!

T4hd time now is 2.50pm, malaysia time. I presume i am over australian airspace, since below me i saw a huge slab of land, so vast, so red at the same time patching with what i call ‘little pots of green’. It has already been nearly 6 hours since we were on air. The view of the land below, it was exquisite. I don’t know how to describe it, but it was breathtaking. Even though i can only see it in the sky. There’s this one line, one thick white line that cuts through all that land of red and patchy greenn. It probably is a road but i cdan’t seem to spot a single vehicle. I wonder how it feels like if i were to ride through such a place. A glimpse of those akin to “Route66 bike pilgrimage” that many of those stories and video documentaries i have seen or heard. *SHEEPISH CHUCKLE*. Yeah. After all this while, i am still thinking about riding a bike. Ha ha ha!

By the time i managed to update my draft some 15 minutes later and bravely asked the gwai lou if i could peek and shoot a few pics out of his window the scenery was over. We ran into a patch of clouds, i had to wait but by the time we were clear, when we broke free of the cluds the view was nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless i still took some pictures. Just because i felt like it2. But no matter how good the camera is (taken from aback of my acer iconia a500) i knew thatbit wouldn’t do my memory much justice. Oh by the way…. pics in the plane.

And it feells kinda douche taking pics on a 10″ factor. Probably less douche on a 7″ factor. I’ll see if i can borrow a camera. I am clearly missing a certain someone now. Wish she could be here with me in watching and experiencing all this!

NZ Day 1

Time: 2:15am, Christchurch time. 29th November, 2011.
Location: The Garden Hotel & Restaurant, Marshland Road, Christchurch.

I am in the middle of nowhere. Or, actually I am in somewhere. I'm not having any jet lag, but neither am I too happy with the comfortability riding an Air Asia (or any economy class seat for the matter).
First thing I've noticed here is that there's plenty of "Roadside Works" sign. In fact, there are so many, that many works weren't completely done. Rubbles, still present. The locals say, the government cannot ressucitate Christchurch to where it was before. Or simply said, its nothing worth that investment. After the big scale earthquake that crippled Christchurch, everyday, without fail, there are some form of aftershocks. Locals claim that they can feel it. But I can't. But I'm not saying that the locals lie. The seismology department did record THOUSANDS, i repeat, THOUSANDS of aftershocks.Till today. The bedrock isn't stable. Redevelopment is going to be a constant uphill battle. My prayers be with this town. It has shown a lot of solidarity. But my juniors, and my sister (who are Malaysians studying here) would know better. After all, all I hear is hearsay. Tourists always get the 'sweetened, full-cream' version.
One thing I find, the locals often look around them. If my memory serves me right, a few months ago big parts of Australia was flooded. Massive damage. New Zealanders and Australians relate to each other in many ways (but definitely not the English language, having experienced first hand Australian English and now New Zealand English). And one way that psyche is strong, that they can overcome it. New Zealand, the All-Blacks winning the latest Rugby World Cup spurs that psyche on.
Price of items here are different. From a tourists' perspective, it IS a tourist town, but not a place where you'll want to live long if your means of money is by converting your own hard earned mooolah into local currency (NZD). Not worth all that problem. But, seeing things here are a refreshing sight. I appreciate Malaysian food right away. Damn, its not even 3 hours I've landed and I'm already missing Malaysian food. Penang food, Sarawakian cuisines... Hmm. Its late. 3.AM. I can't sleep, but I should. 

PS1: The electrical plugs. They are way different here. Very!
PS2: I don't see stray cats and dogs like in Malaysia. Very few.
PS3: my lips hurt. I need more teabags to press on my lips. Its too dry. and I'm dehydrating?! Its so dry. I underestimated the dryness of the air.
PS4: Subway (the retail chain) here is completely awesome! don't compare it to Malaysian franchises. =_=
PS5: Here even in the motels, there are Holy Bibles under the desk. Its because when you need God, they made it convenient. To think that we back in Malaysia get butthurt over these kind of issues, for all the wrong reasonings. Suddenly I'm learning to appreciate, all that wonders.
PS6: Sign posts are exactly like in Singapore. Oh wait, I thought Singapore modelled themselves after Aus/NZ/Europe?
PS7: Broadband penetration here is land based. Mobile broadband is too expensive. I'm starting to appreciate the mobile internet back in Malaysia, even though its just frigging GPRS in Semporna (Psst, DiGi, when will you introduce 3G to Semporna!?)
PS8: Chicken breast meat is marginally much more expensive compared to other parts of the chicken.
PS9: Harga daging HALAL (maksudnya yang dah disembelih mengikut undang-undang Islam) adalah lebih murah berbanding harga daging pasaran di tempat lain. Cuma tengok kalau kedai sanggup jual harga murah atau tak (in these case, HALAL-certified restaurants are more than happy to sell you cheap so that they can get the volume)
PS10: Cucumbers are one of the more expensive vegetable. So expensive that if you made nasi lemak out of it, it'll be at least RM5.00 just because of that one slice of cucumber, instead of half-eggs or lesser anchovies-in-sambal. Oh yeah, and I always ignore the cucumbers back in Malaysia. (/likeabawse)
PS11: Tawau has Teck Guan Cocoa. Here its Cadbury. Complete with a Chocolate Factory museum. I want to be Willie Wonka!
PS12: Don't even try packing food. There's no need to. It gets crispier if you leave it overnight. Aired. Trust me. Its really crispier. =D
PS13: I don't rue the fact that I wasn't chosen for overseas program now. I realized now, had I been chosen, I probably would have turned out worse or never even came back. The government invested 6 years in me, they would have wanted a 5-fold investment returns. (30 years of service), but they're also paying me. I am grateful. I don't think I want to leave here, but... My purpose isn't here. Its back with the youths and children.
PS14: rain doesn't exist here. Either its a drizzling or a straight downpour (in Malaysian perspective), its still rain. We Malaysians, drizzling is just drizzles.
PS15: My PS-es are longer than my original blog entries. Typical "cheong hei" me.
PS16: Telcos here in NZ suck big time.

On Kopite’s ‘newfound’ “fan power”.

     I am not so sure if the Kopites (red and white Kopites, unite!) are ‘enjoyinng’ this ‘newfound fan power’, but there’s definitely something to discuss as a Liverpool F.C fan and supporter. As a Kopite. There are articles that are now dealing with fan-ship in the current Liverpool FC and as like how another writer (by a certain Gulliem Balague) who writes that (in his blog):

“The power of the Liverpool fans is far superior to the power of fans at Barcelona, Madrid, Milan, Inter, Bayern, Manchester United, Arsenal, clubs that most of us will agree are decently run.”

     The statement alone above requires quite an appreciation to reflection and consultation of what we Kopites are at our current state. Unfortunately, that state itself is being compromised with the current way the media paints us; or the more mainstream ones. Let us not forget, the chiefs of media, the writers, the photographers all have their own agenda in hand in each reports of news. That includes our own LFC.TV, but I believe my point is across on this.

     This is not an attempt to re-write nor to in a way disregard the opinions of the media by a mere Kopite; rather I would like to engage and interact using my blog on this piece to propagate a view on the ‘hydra’ that is now growing in Liverpool F.C: The Fans and Supporters.

    3 years ago, two Americans by the name of George Gillette and Tom Hicks arrived. The Kop faithful, despite the early alarm rung by a few welcomed them. They came with promises. Not only did they renegade and broke on them, but they nearly destroyed Liverpool F.C. It was by nick of hours before Fernway Sports Group,  a consortium led by Tom Werner and John Henry. They came, they saw, they bought.

   In a matter of a year, so many things changed, and we still are in that midst of transformation. The club grows, and evolves, so does it supporters. But its holy trinity wouldn’t, and we would not sell ourselves nor the club. But we are the club. Each and everyone of us. The supporters. Because the club plays for its supporters.

   However, there’s an issue. We helped to pressure and topple the Hicks and George regime. We helped to bring the Hillsborough to justice (remember, we fight, we keep the faith that one day, justice will be served for the 96, and the victims’ honour to be restored as the club-matches-going merry, jolly supporters they were, not thieves, not hooligans, not scums, but supporters who loved their club, and we helped to deny the likes of Steve Cohen who would spread fears and lies to push his own agenda. But there is an issue, that newfound fan power and its becoming a hydra of sorts

   but how much power do we fans and supporters have? Remember we are not ultras, and we should not be ultras. Now exist the ranks of Spirit of Shankly Union, and even those of unofficial splinter supporters group. In Malaysia the scene is quite bad with so many unofficial splinter groups when the Redsmen came to pay a visit in July.

   We can exist in unison, though we are split in ranks and age and castes and degrees and all that. Because Liverpool F.C sees its supporters as supporters, the core of the club. But remember, with the newfound power, the bigger it is our responsibility to keep our club safe.

We can be different in our approach, but we will want to have the best interest of the club in our hearts.

You’ll Never Walk Alone.

A tribute to Aunty Doreen Lim

A friend, a mentor, a teacher, and to some of us, a mother figure.

 

I first met her, December 2007. That was the year I got my scooter (Stinger) and many good and bad things happened, like me getting obese, and low grades, and that socio-outcast experience all over again (it got worse later on, I’m pretty sure)

 

Aunty Doreen in her own right is first and foremost, a women’s empowerment proponent, a culture-builder, and a great mentor and teacher. That has been my first impression of her. My last meeting with her was in the late December of 2010, probably 1-2 days immediately after ISGP Dec 2010. It would sum up a really wonderful 3 years of friendship, mentorship and some Baha’i love that I will always cherish.

She passed away, in 2011. Succumbed to cancer. But in actual circumstances, she was coughing. Passed away peacefully in her sleep.  Probably choked on the phlegm, but nobody would have known. At least that was what the doctor told Unc Liu Man San. I mean, how would anybody know?. Nevertheless, it does not change the fact that she has passed away and now (I pray) smiling in the heavens. She has definitely went to a better place. Free of that pain. Death is the messenger of joy, no?

There are few of us, I think… at least I spoke to them. Prayed. Cried, laughed, and all that. But I am sure we all remember her in our own ways.

 

But to Aunty Doreen, for your inspiring ways in Social Economic Development capacity building, to enable and to sow the seeds of discourse for the prosperity of humanity, and to do it for the young people of the future generations.

 

I salute thee.

me and plate numbers

I suck at numbers, really.

But I do have a link with numbers. Maybe I realized it late, or its just that I’ve begun to take notice.

my CGPA of 3.338,

 

then my WPK 175, traded in for WQY 5453.

 

You know, its the plate numbers. I don’t get the numbers that I want, but sometimes funny things happened.

 

In 2010 when Henry Ng married, I lost my mom’s car key, and later found it in the most unexpected of places; the thrash bin. That instant an elderly uncle bought a lottery with that number and it struck.

Fast forward, 2011. September 14th I rode down to Tawau, and lent my bike to Joshia Wong. He was due to marry at 17th and I broke my promise that I would be there personally. But my bike made it there. WQY5453.

 

5453 means “not dead, not alive”. Supposed to be an omen of bad luck. I’ll tell you what. I bought it.

But on 18th Sept, somebody bought a lottery number because my black bike was one of the easier spotted bikes in that entourage of 4.

 

Guess what? that day the number 5453 came up as grand winner.

 

Luck with numbers, but I won’t buy lottery because its gambling, and its illegal from my standpoint.

 

I don’t want to jinx it, but I’ll say this. I now have more faith in my bike’s number more than anything.

What I’ll do.

Leave you alone, for some time,
That’s the message I remembered.

What will he do?
What will she do?
What do you think you would do?
What would I do?

Can’t expect me to do nothing,
I’ll do the only knew the one thing
I’ll always do; wait in pain.

No answers, no calls, no meet ups,
That’s the way it happens,

What will he do?
What will she do?
What do you think you would do?
What would I do?

Can’t leave it just like there,
I’ll pick up the pieces and still,
I’ll have to wait for you.

So probably the time’s up,
Well time doesn’t lie and doesn’t cheat,

What will he do?
What will she do?
What you think you would do?
What should I do?

Wait, probably you thought
I’ll know what I’m supposed to do, that
I’ll be coming knocking if I am supposed to.

The thing is, I haven’t got exactly a clue of what you want / hope / wish / desire / will / think me to do.

So I’ll just wait here till you tell me to.

Because that’s the only thing I knew what I probably would do.

There, you here, me there.

There was a time,
There that eerie silence.
There when I stared,
There into the screen,

I have been waiting…

There for a while, hoping
There will be a message, where
There addressed for me, with
There reaching in time,

I sat and thought…

There must be a problem, but
There wasn’t any conflict, so
There in your heart, its
There where you don’t tell me,

That you needed time alone…

There you sat, and
There you thought, but
There again you reminded me, that
There is always time…

which you and I need, know that

There is a space for us, and
There are obstacles, yes but
There will be a way, so then
There must be faith…

That we will face it together, I understand…

There will be fear, and
There will be anger, as well as
There shan’t be secrets, where
There needs us to depend on each another…

But you needed the time off and there I shall stop and wait…

Once the wait is over we’ll walk together again and we’ll be over there.

first post using WordPress for BlackBerry Torch.

Here’s something for me to try out. Just discovered this nifty app but my keyboard isn’t set to predictive. Ttpomg on a BlackBerry keyboard would feel a lpt different than it was on a real full fledged keyboard but I’m already getting used to some of the shortcuts. But as for the predictive text output it still is something that I won’t want to use. It just fails to predoct what I want to type. Corrective ones seems to be another issue as my BlackBerry would just refuse to identify the language I’m typing to non english interface (spesificallyspeaking Bahasa Melayu). But I’ll like to see how it goes from this point onward.

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Torch in my Hand: Restoring a BB

So less than a week, I had encountered to one very serious problem nonetheless. My Torch nearly was rendered in a semi-bricked state due to a theme that I installed, which was supposedly only working for the 9500, but somehow through Apploader, I installed it into my Torch. After removing it, the Torch went into a semi-bricked state. So it was a field day to restore the whole damn thing.

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