*an awakening*
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Monday, March 28, 2005
*an awakening*
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
*an awakening*
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Yohoo! How's everybody? *looks around* Sigh. I'm not a guy whos good at writing introduction of any sorts. So do pardon my attempt. But anyways, thanks yili for reminding me to constantly update my blog. Oh yea, my blog wanna say thanks to you too, for appreciating him. =)
Alrights, what have i been up to lately? Yeap, i've just finished reading a novel, by the name of... "tuesdays with morrie". Yeah yeah, i definitely do not think i appear as a guy who loves to read, but hey, seriously, i think reading is fun. Like what my Primary School teacher advised us, "To do well in English, you just have to read, read and read. There's no need for assessments" And to reinforce his point, i guess what he meant by read is to read books that are well.. full of vocabularly and good grammer usage. To all my guy buddies out there, i don't mean FHM or Maxim. ;)
Moving on, what's this book about? About the author's experience of being with his mentor. Apparently, his mentor was hit with some sort of muscle problem, yea u guessed it, it's a terminal illness. And in this novel, the author talks about what his mentor taught him about life before he slowly literally wither away.
This is a real story. But what makes it rather unbelievable is the way the author portrayed his mentor in this novel. In it, his mentor was able to live off his final months with a positive and optimistic mood. And his final days weren't like the normal days he had previously, it was full of suffering with his ability to walk etc. robbed.
*touchwood* Now just imagine, you're unable to move, to do the things u like, and have to be super dependent on others, and having to go through all this just to await for your death. The question is, are you able to be cheerful throughout it?
The man was. In fact, he claimed to be lucky. Perfectionists and pessimists will probably compare themselves to people who are above them, or rather , luckier than them. Yeap those who still get to live, do whatever they want etc. But little did they know, there are people who just had their life taken away by the means of bad accident etc. So before you start grumbling how you can't afford that "oh-mi-gosh! latest playstation console", think about those poor kids who can't afford that bottle of coke that u consume everyday.
Enough nagging. I seriously think i make a good nagger. And yea do post a comment or two, or maybe just tag at my shout box. Alwighty? aut before i go, i kinda like this question that the author's mentor asked. And perhaps you can think about it?
"What are we embarrased by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?"
Monday, March 21, 2005
*overwhelmed*
Hey all! as usual, i'm here to apologise for the failure to update regularly. Really, the holidays have been pretty boring for me, and im not a guy who likes to blog about what I did exactly during the day, hmm, maybe i just rather to talk about my feelings. Anyway, i'm gonna blog about the best school reopening i ever had. And i hope u'll take the time to read what i have to say.
The score was 3 - nil. 3 freaking goals conceded, at only half time. Terrible trashing it really seems. Nope, not for the opposition, but for us. It's really seldom that we got outclassed that badly. And i know, the fault lies in me, i failed to do what i can do, i failed to motivate myself, let alone others, and i failed in my physical endurance. (i was nursing a fever when i played).
I looked upon others, my friends and my class's supporters. Perhaps second to laughter, eye contact brings two souls closest to each other. I sensed that they already got all the consolation words ready, despite the game only at half time. Naturally, i felt really defeated.. really battered.
I dragged my stubborn legs across the field and towards the canteen for a break. And i just went to sit aside from all my other teammates, i really needed to be alone. Even the stupidiest of man will feel the mood among us. We went with the flow, and felt that the game was long over.
the half time was five minutes, unfortunately, due to time constraints. And for the 1st time in my entire life, so many things happened in this mere five minutes, in my mind that is. It was a raging and fierce battle, basically the fight between good and the evil. One side of me wanted to give up, another side told me that, i can still clinch it, i just need to seek inspiration.
How? Where? Who on earth can inspire me? And then i thought. For a moment. Nope, i won't rely on any love interest to inspire me anymore, i need something more, something much much more.
My mum came first.. It's really strange but i can feel that she's telling me not to give up. and that my team needs me to turn the tables against the odds.And before you use the word "possessed" on me, nope, u should use "fortunate" instead. My mum may have passed away, but still, the bond between us is still there. And for that, i'm really glad.
One thing led to another, and then i recalled. Earlier on, i read the Newpaper, and on the cover page, there was the review of the match between Liverpool vs Everton. For your information, this was a do-or-die match as Liverpool needed to beat them in order to salvage their hopes in making the cut for Champions League. And yeap, Liverpool's my boyhood club, i supported them since young. Guess what? they won! Despite playing with 10 men that is. They fought and fought, braved the winds, and eventually beat Everton 2-1. That alone, was another major inspiration to me.
Of course there are many more, from my track and field coach, (i'm still sore for not thanking him during his farewell party. Stupid ngee ann, why didnt they extend his contract? fools.) and to my dream. I always thought of being the guy to pull my team out of the pits, to motivate them , and be the inspiration. Of course, the match wasnt of the same magnitude as Singapore vs Indonesia or the Liverpool match, but still, the theory "small things lead to bigger things" apply. And my dream really came true.
"Preeeeeeeet!" The whistle blew. Like a suddenly-possessed man, i ran around, trying to start the resurrection of our team. They were overconfident, really, but it was inevitable, they were 3-0 up! And dang, my shot went in.
Somehow, for a reason or another, they failed to realise that their overconfidence is starting to work against them. Never mind, like a see saw, we made sure they were going down, and we're going up. Our brute and growing determination enabled us to capitalise on their mistakes.
More goals went in. One after another. Our team finally played what we are capable of playing all along. Never ever underestimate the power of the mind. They scored one back, we roared back even louder via the means of more goals. From 3 down to them, we defeated them with the score of 5-4. What a comeback. What a fightback.
I always thought such comeback only happens in movies etc, and the saying "nothing is impossible" is fake. But i dare say, from today's experience, everything is possible if you try. One time may not be enough, so may the 2nd and 3rd try, but you just have to keep on trying. And i proved it today.
And last but not least, i would like to add that such comeback need not happen only during a soccer match or any other sport games. It can also happen in various part of your lives. Often in life, there'll be moments you'll feel down, battered, defeated, but still, the ability to stand back up, is yours to lose, yours to make use of.
And so i end here. If you do really read till the very end, i thank you for your time.
ps: to my teammates, thanks man.
Hey all! as usual, i'm here to apologise for the failure to update regularly. Really, the holidays have been pretty boring for me, and im not a guy who likes to blog about what I did exactly during the day, hmm, maybe i just rather to talk about my feelings. Anyway, i'm gonna blog about the best school reopening i ever had. And i hope u'll take the time to read what i have to say.
The score was 3 - nil. 3 freaking goals conceded, at only half time. Terrible trashing it really seems. Nope, not for the opposition, but for us. It's really seldom that we got outclassed that badly. And i know, the fault lies in me, i failed to do what i can do, i failed to motivate myself, let alone others, and i failed in my physical endurance. (i was nursing a fever when i played).
I looked upon others, my friends and my class's supporters. Perhaps second to laughter, eye contact brings two souls closest to each other. I sensed that they already got all the consolation words ready, despite the game only at half time. Naturally, i felt really defeated.. really battered.
I dragged my stubborn legs across the field and towards the canteen for a break. And i just went to sit aside from all my other teammates, i really needed to be alone. Even the stupidiest of man will feel the mood among us. We went with the flow, and felt that the game was long over.
the half time was five minutes, unfortunately, due to time constraints. And for the 1st time in my entire life, so many things happened in this mere five minutes, in my mind that is. It was a raging and fierce battle, basically the fight between good and the evil. One side of me wanted to give up, another side told me that, i can still clinch it, i just need to seek inspiration.
How? Where? Who on earth can inspire me? And then i thought. For a moment. Nope, i won't rely on any love interest to inspire me anymore, i need something more, something much much more.
My mum came first.. It's really strange but i can feel that she's telling me not to give up. and that my team needs me to turn the tables against the odds.And before you use the word "possessed" on me, nope, u should use "fortunate" instead. My mum may have passed away, but still, the bond between us is still there. And for that, i'm really glad.
One thing led to another, and then i recalled. Earlier on, i read the Newpaper, and on the cover page, there was the review of the match between Liverpool vs Everton. For your information, this was a do-or-die match as Liverpool needed to beat them in order to salvage their hopes in making the cut for Champions League. And yeap, Liverpool's my boyhood club, i supported them since young. Guess what? they won! Despite playing with 10 men that is. They fought and fought, braved the winds, and eventually beat Everton 2-1. That alone, was another major inspiration to me.
Of course there are many more, from my track and field coach, (i'm still sore for not thanking him during his farewell party. Stupid ngee ann, why didnt they extend his contract? fools.) and to my dream. I always thought of being the guy to pull my team out of the pits, to motivate them , and be the inspiration. Of course, the match wasnt of the same magnitude as Singapore vs Indonesia or the Liverpool match, but still, the theory "small things lead to bigger things" apply. And my dream really came true.
"Preeeeeeeet!" The whistle blew. Like a suddenly-possessed man, i ran around, trying to start the resurrection of our team. They were overconfident, really, but it was inevitable, they were 3-0 up! And dang, my shot went in.
Somehow, for a reason or another, they failed to realise that their overconfidence is starting to work against them. Never mind, like a see saw, we made sure they were going down, and we're going up. Our brute and growing determination enabled us to capitalise on their mistakes.
More goals went in. One after another. Our team finally played what we are capable of playing all along. Never ever underestimate the power of the mind. They scored one back, we roared back even louder via the means of more goals. From 3 down to them, we defeated them with the score of 5-4. What a comeback. What a fightback.
I always thought such comeback only happens in movies etc, and the saying "nothing is impossible" is fake. But i dare say, from today's experience, everything is possible if you try. One time may not be enough, so may the 2nd and 3rd try, but you just have to keep on trying. And i proved it today.
And last but not least, i would like to add that such comeback need not happen only during a soccer match or any other sport games. It can also happen in various part of your lives. Often in life, there'll be moments you'll feel down, battered, defeated, but still, the ability to stand back up, is yours to lose, yours to make use of.
And so i end here. If you do really read till the very end, i thank you for your time.
ps: to my teammates, thanks man.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
*the tough gets going*
Hey all, i'm back from ipoh, after spending my life's longest 3 days definitely. And i would really like to take this chance to thank all of you guys for your good wishes and concern. Seriously, im touched at the amount of good pals i have.. even my form teacher came to my house to drop me a note, asking me should i need help, i can look for her. All this proves that there's love in this world.. and i'm glad to realise that.
Believe it or not.. i'm really at a loss of words at the moment.. im pleasantly surprised at the words of consolation from all of you guys.. of coz, i will take these words and propel me forward in my life.
Listen guys, i'm a living example of not being able to tell your mom how much u love her till it's too late. My story isn't some possibly made up story u can find in the net or wadsoever.. mine's true.. 100% true.
I truly regret for not being able to be dere for my mom, even for weeks or months before her death, let alone the moment she passed away. Now that everything's over.. the least i can do now is to fulfill what my mom wrote to me before she chose to leave us.
But nope, its not the same for you guys. you've got time on your hands, so go right up and tell your parents u love them. And yeap cherish everything you love and any other things that would change your life should they disappear. Don't ever ever follow in my foot steps.
*Always remember, it's your mother whom granted you the ability to love, the ability to do things you like in life. how? by undergoing 9 months of pain. Be thankful*
Hey all, i'm back from ipoh, after spending my life's longest 3 days definitely. And i would really like to take this chance to thank all of you guys for your good wishes and concern. Seriously, im touched at the amount of good pals i have.. even my form teacher came to my house to drop me a note, asking me should i need help, i can look for her. All this proves that there's love in this world.. and i'm glad to realise that.
Believe it or not.. i'm really at a loss of words at the moment.. im pleasantly surprised at the words of consolation from all of you guys.. of coz, i will take these words and propel me forward in my life.
Listen guys, i'm a living example of not being able to tell your mom how much u love her till it's too late. My story isn't some possibly made up story u can find in the net or wadsoever.. mine's true.. 100% true.
I truly regret for not being able to be dere for my mom, even for weeks or months before her death, let alone the moment she passed away. Now that everything's over.. the least i can do now is to fulfill what my mom wrote to me before she chose to leave us.
But nope, its not the same for you guys. you've got time on your hands, so go right up and tell your parents u love them. And yeap cherish everything you love and any other things that would change your life should they disappear. Don't ever ever follow in my foot steps.
*Always remember, it's your mother whom granted you the ability to love, the ability to do things you like in life. how? by undergoing 9 months of pain. Be thankful*
Friday, March 04, 2005
*grief. pain.*
I've got no idea what i should say right now. I just feel really wretched and consumed by guilt. I'm gonna be open about this, my mother has just passed away today..
Death hits everyone eventually.. i know that, and i'll keep that fact to remain strong. But i just really feel freaking pissed as in.. why can't I get to see her one last time alive.. or at least give me some time to get a good job, make grand kids for her. Why deprive me of this chance..
I'll be off to ipoh for a few days. I dont noe what'll happen to me. Maybe it's another part of life. A part that hurts really badly.
-please.. appear in my dream and give me your final words*
I've got no idea what i should say right now. I just feel really wretched and consumed by guilt. I'm gonna be open about this, my mother has just passed away today..
Death hits everyone eventually.. i know that, and i'll keep that fact to remain strong. But i just really feel freaking pissed as in.. why can't I get to see her one last time alive.. or at least give me some time to get a good job, make grand kids for her. Why deprive me of this chance..
I'll be off to ipoh for a few days. I dont noe what'll happen to me. Maybe it's another part of life. A part that hurts really badly.
-please.. appear in my dream and give me your final words*
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