Monday, December 27, 2010

Farewell, 2010

1) Whow, what a busy season it's been! Many things have happened in the last 3 weeks; the end of my short stint at a professional car detailing centre (some memories there...), the 365 youth camp (which was excellent), the sleep-over and Christmas Dinner with the cell guys, the hike up Bukit Tabur, etc.

2) It's the last week of 2010 and there is a 'transitionary' feeling about this week, being sandwitched between the celebratory season of Christmas and the start of a New Year. As with how it is every year, there is a mingling of moods in this Christmas/NY season - between the air of festivity and the happy sounds of the year-end celebrations and the nostalgia of another year passing by.

3) 2010 has been a year of 'firsts' and learning. There were many memorable experiences as well as the occasional moment of regret. Among others, I

...saw the humble ways of the Myanmarese people in their native land, and learnt to have a heart (and a pair of eyes) for the likes of these people...baked cookies (for 15 hours!), got teased endlessly for it, and learnt that it wasn't such a difficult task (especially with a good recipe ;)
...climbed Tabur, trekked at Chilling, rested at Fraser's, and learnt how to appreciate nature and its beauty...worked at an unlikely place (I had to explain my decision to do so several times), and learnt that people, no matter where they come from or where they stand in society, are generally the same and have the same needs (companionship, respect, correction, a listening ear)
...took over a new cell group of guys, and learnt that people, no matter how different, are extremely valuable and full of potential...worked with small committees to organize small efforts and projects, and learnt that people are happy to work for clear, achievable, honorable goals
...oversaw 365 events in my capacity as Chairman (but did not lead them directly), and experienced the joy of seeing other/younger leaders lead well and succeed...shared a full sermon at a church service, and was reminded that the spoken word is only as effective as a life that models the message
...played Paintball for the first time, and enjoyed it immensely - the adrenaline rush, the bullets whizzing past your ear, the feeling you get after shooting another person! Going again next year, definitely :>...organized a "Leaders Retreat" and a "thanksgiving dinner" for the youth leaders of 365, and learnt to always appreciate them for their service, time, effort and talents (also tried the Durian Cendol in Malacca heheh)...studied for subjects and university papers which I wasn't totally confident about and received assignment grades I probably didn't deserve, and learnt that God honours human effort by providing divine grace
...helped to organize a project for an Orang Asli village, learnt how to relate to them, and realised that people can be very generous to good causes...started intentionally mentoring a small group of potential leaders, and learnt to 'replicate' what I've learnt to them
...organized the events for the 30 Hour Famine Camp (Monash), and learnt that almost everyone has an innate desire to "make a difference"...attended a relative's funeral, a few months after having dinner with her (during which I realised that it was probably going to be our last dinner together), and learnt to constantly remember the certainty of death and the urgency to live
...spent good quality time with Jas for New Year '10 and "summer", and enjoyed her company thoroughly!...played the "Father" of the prodigal son in an Easter play in Monash CF, and learnt how to cry while acting :P...bade farewell to friends who left Malaysia, and learnt to be as much of a 'friend' as I can be to the people I meet everyday now

4) What a year it's been! It's time to leave all these things behind and look forward. The prospect of an entirely different list in 2011 is exciting! Here's to a great list of 'firsts' in 2011 for all of you :>

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

With Idealism a dream floats
With Cynicism a dream sinks
With Diligence a dream moves


Saturday, December 4, 2010

An education


"You may have good grades, a double-degree today... but we older folks got an education in our time"
- On my lack of dexterity with the spade, while helping out with a bit of gardening


An amusing jibe at my expense, nonetheless something I've come to accept: There is always something to learn from someone, as long as I want to keep learning.

There is nothing like listening to, or speaking with genuine, unpretentious people whose lives do not just boast of conventional qualifications and titles but contain unfound treasures of wisdom and experience.

Why only gravitate toward the acclaimed, celebrated and prestigious, when we could pursue a different kind of education, from unlikely places and unlikely people?

Hungry for more!


Saturday, November 27, 2010

Suka bantu orang

Today, at a petrol station where I was going to fill my gas tank up, a young boy of 7-8 years walked up to me with a window wiper in his hands, "Bang, nak tak? Boleh saya cuci?"

Unsure of how to respond, I nodded, and he proceeded to wipe my car windscreen. Was he working there? Wasn't he too young for this job? Wouldn't he be wearing a uniform?

"Dik kerja di sini?"
"Tak lah"
"Terima kasih ya! Tapi kenapa dik ada di sini?"
"Tak lah. Saya memang suka bantu orang!"

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Boys and cars

There was something profound about washing my car just the other day, having spent most of my time on a Maserati, an Aston Martin DB7, a Mercedes C200 and two BMWs. I am currently working at an automotive detailing centre for this summer holidays till January (before I resume my uni semester) for some extra cash, and the job entails everything from handling customers to interior/exterior car care, mostly for an upper class niche. It’s hard work but I’m enjoying the experience of learning about an industry I never really took notice of, and the boys there are good men.

The mechanical task of spraying and wiping, coupled with the irony of washing my shabby, humble Proton Saga after washing those luxury cars invoked something in me that day – I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride towards my car, that despite its scratches, cracks and dents, it still serves me well and does its job.

Cars, like clothes, may have a universal function (to transport/to cover), but they vary in their social values, and, to a certain extent determine the measure of a person’s image and social worth. The great gap in prices between the cheapest and most expensive cars reveals - beyond the unavoidable effects of capitalism - society’s great fixation on status and image. With so much emphasis on form, functionality is a given and more often than not, ignored. But while the capitalistic system is unable to measure values beyond what is material, I believe we should never discard some important ‘measures’. That which has little "social value" may be of much more worth than we think.

On this day, I think about the school bus that transported me (and thousands of other children) to kindergarten every morning 18 years ago, the different cars I sat in on my way to Saturday Youth Meetings when I couldn’t drive, my carpooling partner’s blue Proton Wira that took me to my secondary school and back every day, and the 3 well-used (understatement?) vans that go as far as Kajang and Bukit Jalil to make sure that different ones get to attend my youth group in Subang Jaya every weekend. In light of all that, the Maserati still holds its appeal, but does not stand a chance against any shabby, humble Proton car that is used for the good of others.


And if that is true of cars, it has to be true of people and their abilities.


Saturday, November 20, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Size doesn't matter



Particularly love "1:27"!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

As a thief in the night


There is something about the fleetingness of time that defines what we do. Have you noticed how we are all collectors of memorabilia in some way? That, as if knowing we may never 'come back' to certain places, memories, situations and circumstances, we often bring along with us keepsakes of the past to soothe the pain/prospect of never returning?

I think something in all of us relate to this 'pain of never returning'. We find ways to freeze moments in our everyday lives, through photographs and random scribblings, relying on them to help us 'return' one day to those people, events, experiences and stories. Our pictures and writings transcend time, while we live in the moment. I guess this is why so many people are into cameras these days.

I've decided to return to blogging because of the above reason, and also because I'd like to get back into the habit/discipline of writing. I haven't stopped writing for the past 1 and a half years (did I say time is fleeting?); I've been jotting my thoughts down in random places like my ITouch and notebook (maybe this is reflective of my thoughts too), and I guess it'd be nice to write in a space where friends (and strangers) can read some of these thoughts too. My resolve is to blog at least once a week (just like how it was 1 and a half years ago)!

Perhaps this will help me 'return', someday in the future.