The Power of Perseverance

Last week, my school organized the annual Merentas Desa (Long distance Running) competition. This year, I was really determined to finish below the 30^th placing. The participants who finish below the 30^th placing will receive medals. First 15 to finish have the chance to join the athlete team. I did not want to get into the athlete team. I just wanted to set a goal for myself because I knew I could do it.

Okay, enough explaining. At 7.15 am they gave us the usual briefings. Then everyone goes down to the field and the tension starts. Well, at least for most of us. Then it’s the moment where everyone waits for the principal to blow the horn. Most of us have finished warming by this time. Beep, the crazy horn goes. You think everyone starts jogging but instead all hell breaks loose and suddenly all you see are people sprinting. It has been like that ever since I joined the event. Well, eventually those will stop from exhaustion and it turned out they were only trying to heat up the atmosphere. Then the serious joggers will catch up. Soon, it’s like a marathon.

Well, from the start I was ready for that crazy sprinting spree so when the horn went I started jogging and tried my best to avoid getting bumped. Unfortunately, some get very tensed when they see everyone sprinting so they start to sprint too and the run out of breath.

The track consisted of straight and curvy roads. There were two or three steep hills and lots of downhill paths too. Throughout the course, you could see different kinds of strategies. Some jog all the way and sprint towards the end (I believe this is the most common because it really is good). Some will jog, walk, sprint, jog walk sprint… Yet some fellows will sprint and then walk and then sprint again. These are the ones who are tired but don’t want to get left behind. Yet there are some who just jog all the way or walk all the way. Honestly, I was really confused that several groups walk like they are in a shopping mall. A few people may brisk walk.

About 2 km away from the finish line, I was running out of energy. My toes hurt (because my shoe was getting too small for me), I was short of breath and my muscles ache. I had two options- to walk and rest for a while and let people past me or keep on going and give my all out. But I had pretty much made up my mind. I had to endure. I would LOVE to stop but I knew that if I did I would regret it my whole life. Plus, I actually managed to bluff myself that if I finished below 30 I could have all the burgers and soft drinks I wanted. And I just manage to get no. 26 before nearly falling down out of exhaustion after the finish line. I could not even walk straight. I just drowned myself with some icy orange juice.

Okay, the power of perseverance. Absolutely great it is. I manage to get 26^th because I practiced, prayed, wore quality shoes, ate a lot yesterday and got tips from friends. But endurance and mental strength played a major part. No wonder, the sport sections say a lot about mental stuff.

No time, gotta go.

"Essayed" All The Way

Remember the essay I wrote about in one of the previous post? Well, here it is. I was gonna write a totally outrageous essay, but then I thought that maybe I shouldn’t give the teacher that BAD a headache. Ha ha. But, there’s a great bunch of exaggeration. Well, I just want to share it so I hope you enjoy it.

The golden beams of sunshine rained down upon the earth ever so brightly as a small population of country people began to stir. Just another normal day in Cha Cha village. However, among all these beautiful things happening, was a boy born for destruction and doom. His name – Vader. Vader was pretty much a very, very mischievous 12-yearold orphan. Having no loving parent, his Aunt May decided to embrace him as her adopted son and shower love and kindness upon this poor boy.

But Vader was not as he appeared to be. Maybe it was the friends in school, maybe it was because both his parents passed away, or maybe Aunt May was too loving to even scold him, but Vader was a queer and mischievous boy. Well, on that sunny day, Aunt May prepared a delicious breakfast of banana pie and watermelon for Vader. Vader just gobbled down the plate of steaming food without a word of thanks and proceeded to grab his school snack and school bag. And the door slammed behind him before you could say, “knife”.

Actually Vader was feeling a bit guilty that day because he was planning to play truant from school, so that was why he did not speak to his aunty. Every day, something mischievous was always playing on Vader’s mind. And today it was the rambutans in Uncle Dick’s orchard. Someone in school once told Vader that there was a secret passageway right to the heart of the orchard and the entrance was beside the Chu Chu River behind a thorn bushes. So Vader loitered around the river trying to figure out where the heck the entrance was. And finally he found it. And before you could say, “George Washington Bush”, he was already in Uncle Dick’s Orchard admiring the ripe rambutans.

While Vader was plucking a rambutan to eat, a brilliant idea flashed across his super boy mind. He figured that if he managed to get enough rambutans, he could sell it to buy a hat for Aunt May. You see, Vader was not all bad and evil inside. He still was a young boy with lovely thoughts. Just mischievous. Secondly, in Vader’s naïve mind, taking rambutans from Uncle Dick’s Orchard was not stealing. In fact, he called it “taking advantage of good opportunities”.

Well, since the place appeared to be deserted, Vader started to climb up to the top of the tree. Seating himself on a stable branch, he began picking the best rambutans he could see and stuffing his pockets and any place possible with as much fruit as possible. At last, Vader weighed a ton more because all his pockets and bags were full with red, hairy rambutans.

Vader then went to the market, whistling a happy tune to himself. On the way, he noticed a dog that was tailing him. Showing pity, Vader took one rambutan from his pocket and gave it to it. Ever since, that was Vader’s new pet dog, which he named Fur. Later on, Vader finally found a spot in the market that was suitable for selling. He took out his gigantic handkerchief and spread it onto the ground. Then he piled up all his rambutans for sale.

After an hour’s time, all Vader’s rambutans were sold because they were all ripe and juicy and big. That was because Uncle Dick always took care of his trees. In total, Vader managed to get RM 50. Vader bought a hat for Aunt May and a book for himself. Finally, he had RM 20left to spare. As an orphan, Vader had never heard of such a thing as a bank or savings account, so he was in hot soup trying to figure out what to do with that money.

Suddenly, an airplane flew across the sky. As he watched it, he remembered his teacher saying that “what goes around comes around”. So, he decided to do a kind deed to the first beggar he sees by giving the money to him. Soon, Vader saw an old man with no left arm lying on a mat beside the road. Feeling sad, Vader gave the 20 Ringgit bill to the beggar. The beggar could not believe his eyes as he took the money. As a gesture of thanks, he sang a song to Vader. The title of the song was “I’m not afraid”.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Vader began to skip his way home but stopped in his tracks as he noticed his aunt smiling at him from afar. Not knowing what the meaning of that look was, Vader rushed over to his aunty. Surprisingly, Aunt May did not scold him for playing truant from school. All she did was advise Vader not to repeat his mistake. Then, she said that she was very proud of Vader’s act of kindness to a stranger. Hearing this, Vader grinned broadly and presented the brand new hat to Aunt May. Aunt May was delighted and pleased.

Well, Vader decided not to play truant again and skipped to school with his new pet dog. His spirits were high, so he was ready for any scolding or basting from his teacher. Aunt May just stood there and sighed. From that day on, she knew that her decision to replace spanking with kind words was the best decision she had ever made because despite Vader’s mischievous character, she had succeeded in planting a heart full of kindness inside him.

By the way, if the storyline is a bit “narrow”, please know that it was a guided comprehension (there were 5 drawn pictures with one left empty. 3-4 words were given for every drawn picture. For the last picture, they asked me to think of an ending). Yup, we are really pampered in the English subject in my country. At my level, I would like to be asked to write something more challenging. But the government has to consider the weak students, too. Plus, my quality of English is not as good as it should be either.

p/s: I got 25 over 30 for that. Not too bad, I hope.

What class?

My school has many students more than a thousands; and there are hundreds more trying to come in. My class has around 50 people. In fact almost all classes have a number of 48 or more. To comply to the space requirements, my class is shifting to the ICT lab/ computer lab. For me, that is a very desperate measure indeed. Well, shifting to the computer lab is definitely awesome-with the air-conditioners there and the place so clean plus the computers are there too. However, I've got a bad feeling about this. Apart from the problem of everyone taking of their shoes everytime they enter the class which makes the inside smelly, I'm worried about the school's space management.

I'm not sure whether there is a thing as space management but what I mean is the school should try planning the classes properly. I know you want to give students more space to breathe and study for better results but please know what you are doing. I'm not saying that the arrangements made by the school are a problem. In fact, I think it's pretty good of you to think of the students and find space. But the question is: which class are they shifting to? Is that class suitable for learning. I can't really explain the PC lab table arrangements, but it is obvious that unless they shift the tables, it won't be a suitable place for studying.

But, whatever. If we are instructed to go, so be it, headmaster. I trust you have planned it all out already. So, tomorrow will be the first day I sit in the ICT lab for a whole school day...let's see how it goes. hehehe....

Of Calendars

With every new year, there will always be new calendars in the house. I saw a sticker on the newspaper about a week ago, stating that if I took this sticker to the Toyota showroom, I could redeem a desk calendar. Definitely interested, I was. The photo looked really attractive. And I needed some calendars.

So I asked a favor from my father (Thank you, dad!) and finally I got it! So here are some pics:

Awesome look.

the calendar came with papers beneath!

It looks pretty awesome, doesn’t it? I was so delighted that I got more than I asked for. All I expected was a normal calendar with a TOYOTA log on it. But, there were papers! It would be better if they were sticky notes but I don’t expect so much from a free product. Now, I can write tons of reminders for anyone!

Volleyball Havoc

Today has got to be the craziest day of this year so far. And it was the first volleyball practice of the year!

Well, it was scheduled that we were going to have volleyball practice at 3.30 pm. But just before 3.25 pm. it started to drizzle. Then it stopped. Started drizzling again. Stop. Then...BOOM. A thunderstorm wrecked havoc on the unsuspecting hopes of the vball club members. That was only the beginning of our gloomy day.

Well, we still had a meeting, with teacher telling the new members all the basics. Jokes. And the rained just got worst. Yea, I did hear about the meteorology department predicting rainstorms throughout the whole Chinese new year season. And that's terrible for sports. But awesome for sleeping.

Anyway, we finally decided to play indoors. As in indoors we meant the badminton court. But that's what we do when we're desperate, no? Actually, only then I realized that the badminton is SMALL compared to the gargantuan volleyball court.

If I'm gonna build an indoor volleyball court, I'll make sure it will be as wide as a football field, maybe two... And the ceiling will be as tall as a triple-storey building. A badminton court is WAY to small for volleyball. We broke a light bulb in the heat of the game. Well, one of the newbies was returning an "out" shot and I think he thought the volleyball was some kind of basketball cause he gave his brute force and it flew...........and hit the bulb. But I don't blame him. The court was way too small for vball and the ball was just pumped. I guess his dad would be a few bucks poorer by now...

Anyway, the teacher actually told us before the game started that she was not responsible of any casualties. So, she kinda asked us to replace the light bulb as soon as possible. Ha-ha. our fault.

First Week of Form 3 Life

The first week of school has past and I feel GREEAAT!!! Just feel like punching some PMR ass. WOOT!

First of all, I'm actually a bit not used to being Form 3. Takes a bit of time of getting used too especially when I'm the same height as the Form 1s. Homework has increased by a slight rate but I'm okayee. PJPK(Phys. Ed.) was AWESOME. Lovin' volleyball more than eva'! Just played some volleyball with Form 4 dudes on wednesday. And Futsal....SUPER!

Anyhow, I still have to be serious. Much, much more serious now since that FAT PMR is coming.

Yea, I should start studying. 1 week of non-study is already giving me the creeps. WEIRD.

Anyway, this week, I got my first English, BM and Chinese essays. And I planned to put a totally crazy story in all. However, I failed to do so in BM. But English....ENGLISH YEAYEYAYEYA BABE!!! I totally put a SUPER crazy story just to annoy the teacher! ( gonna post it up soon!) And I'm planning to do so in Chinese. Something stupid. Something....he he he.

Today, at Youth Fellowship, we set out all our resolutions. And I know that 2011 is gonna be a great year because my God says so!!!

Readers, I'll thank you again for visiting my blog! Welcome to my Everlasting joy in writing this earthly blog! I changed the name of my blog because God really spoke to me. Yes, He spoke to me in NSCFL camp last year. During the fasting and prayer period, as a I read the bible, I wrote down everything he was telling me. And o boy, there was so much about CF and school! Well, everlasting was suppose to be the theme of the CF but I have no authority to decide everything, so then I thought, my blog!

If you want to know about that list, comment and ask.

So here's to a wonderful and fulfilling year! I hope you all enjoy 2011 too! including PMR...ha ha.

Proper Post and thank you-ing.

Posting like crazy because I just know that soon I won't any time at all to post a thing veryveryvery soon. PMR!!!!!

I love 2010. I don't want to leave. But what to do? 2011 here and 2010 there. I'm a bit crazy now so pls excuse me. 2010 just means so much to me. It means freedom. I just hate it when time flies so fast. But it could also be my fault of being so slow PACE.

PMR. Hmmm.... I'm was so nervous about it that finally I have no fear of PMR. In fact I LOVE PMR. some of my friends are gonna hate that sentence. XD

So, Readers. Happy New Year and I really hope that this year you can either start afresh or keep up what you have been doing. All to the glory of God. smiling*

I changed my blog back ground for a different look. Being brown is not necessary very nice. Browning. haha. So, now I'm de-browning.

Okay, this year I want to be a nerd and a bookworm. Yea, I wanna pack all the knowledge in my head and absorb all the wisdom I can get from God and my relatives.

Thank you time! I want to thank...

GOD!!!Family!!! Friends!!! Church!!! School!!! CF!!! YF!!!

I actually wanted to write down all their names but there more than 200 names. Whew. So sorry, I'm not in the mood to write so MANY names. hehe.

Encouragement!!!

God bless all of you and I really hope this year will be a great year you! Losses can become Gains. Failures can become Success.

That's all for now.

CCRRRAAACCCK!!!

The title above can mean a list of a billion things but I'll break it down to one. My head is burning with this fire and the expansion cracked it. Simple? Exaggerated? YES YES and YES.

Why am I writing threee yes's for two questions? I don know. Or I do know. Why am I writing so many spelin mistakes? I dON't know an I do know!! I'm angry or maybe more of upset which has the almost the same meaning as fed up which is pretty close to the word angry and yet different. ArGJH! I'm Fed up. Fed Ex. haha. wait.. why am I joking when I'm angry!??! argh!! Okay, you got me! I'm smiling now even though me whole brain is all upsidownnnny. What? I can't help it!

Okay. Now, I'm calm. XD still don't know why I'm posting this...

Just forget the crap in the paragraph above, it's just there for decoration. (not really)

I'm posting this post in a crazy manner maybe because of New year's Day...you know all that EXCITEMENT!.

But I think it's because I think I'm a wimp. Why I think I'm a wimp? because many ppl think I'm a wimp. And I feel it's okay to be one. Give me confidence and I get annoying and proud. Give me humility and I become quiet and annoying. So I figure it's better to be a wimp than a proud snot. I'm not sure what snot means. but for me it means person in a negative sense. And I'm getting tired of being a loser. What can I do? nothing. HAHAHAHa!! YESH. SO I'll be me forever.

But I thank God so much. I could have fallen down a stairs and got Permanent head damage but God help my hand grab onto a bar and stop myself. I could have fallen into a pond from a mini rocky cliff near a waterfall and drowned but God increased my feet's frictional stuff and my sister's hand's grabbing speed and I didn't.

Conclusion: this is a crazy post in conjunction with new year. Happy 2011.