Memories don't come easily.
If you didn't work for the memories, you wouldn't be deserving of them; at least, that's my mentality regarding memories. Every great success begins with the manifestation of an opportunity, but how did that opportunity get there?
It is there as the result of hard work. Your hard work.
Organising memories has never been easy. Not when you've had experienced many things; seen much, done much. Especially when you're a perfectionist and whatever you do would be remembered for long.
Today, I bring you my story/experience with my friends.
We start in 2008, when I was a rather unknown guy. One who has got nothing to show, nothing to shout about. In a nutshell: Just another average student. A forgettable one.
Then, as a new prefect recruit, I was participating enthusiastically in every event which was held by the prefectorial board, hoping to strike a good impression in my seniors (which, eventually I would find out that I didn't succeed). So I went to the then biannual camp, which was held in Kem Kaizen.
That was the place which I first got to know them. My juniors.
The first time I got a real close contact with them was when we were choosing places to sleep. Then, we had 41 people in that room and to save space, 5 of us (Justin Low, Edwin Ho, Lim Mao Fong, Nabil and I) decided to sleep on two mattresses. It was a tight squeeze but nevertheless fun.
Then, as the activities commenced, I got to mix with them; I got to know them. To remember the night-walk, in which Edwin, Justin, Lim and I walked together (oh Lim, thanks for your shoulder). To remember the obstacle course where Justin fell off the monkey bar, and Lim sitting on the raft(gondola) I steered. Priceless. Not to mention Lim's dream about Mr.Chew snoring when the siren/alarm sounded to wake us up.
Moving on, we have the memories of the epic drama journey to speak of the time we spent together. Most of my time was spent chopping trees down and stuff but we managed to had a few laughs here and there.
Shafiq, with his Silat moves as Panglima Gagak Hitam.
Edwin, with his skirt and the RM4xx sword.
Keshan's deep voice made him a stern spirit of the Ring.
Justin, bearded and all, looked like a very evil Jin.
And of course, Lim the Batman and his gun + Batman sticker on his shirt.
I now wish that I could attend a few more of their practice sessions but no, I couldn't.
A friendship isn't built through marchings and cases and theory and all. It's built from the love among the individuals, sustained by the sheer willpower of the friends, and enhanced through the constant care for the other ones.
If there's one thing I'd remember throughout my life in my tenure as an Editor of the LDDS, it would be the production of Graffiti '10. (Ash, you reading this?)
Anyway Lim submitted a couple of quality articles which got published. Totally superb. In addition to that, Justin co-wrote an article with me. About the importance of sleep.
And one guy whom I would remember is: Edwin, who didn't submit his poem despite assuring me it would come.
Guess that didn't exactly help my stress level.
There were a lot of things which we have gone through together. Being with friends gives me the pleasure and energy to carry on my duties with extra zest and being with them truly has helped me much. In them I see confidence, diligence, teamwork and many more.
And I believe these values would carry them far.
I have the faith, and I shall keep it. Although the journey has been abruptly stopped, they will rise as phoenixes do, rise from the ashes, and keep the flag flying high. Although I might've left the place, I know that they will do me proud, my friends.
This post is dedicated to EC AC '10.
There is still a myriad of memories still buried in the depths of my mind, but let them rest; us who remember will never let them be forgotten.
I'm grateful to have them as my juniors, my friends. Let's hope the chance arises again. All the best for now.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
2010 State Level First Aid and Nursing Competition - Johor
Well, the 2010 State-Level First Aid and Nursing Competition went on as planned and a hearty congratulations to all the victors, especially to the team JB people who have once and again proved that we are the best!
This year, we managed to have three winners in the theory category.
Yeo Lee Kee for the Nursing Cadets,
Lim Mao Fong for the Ambulance Cadets; and
Khau Yu Ning for the Nursing Adults.
This year, we managed to have three winners in the theory category.
Yeo Lee Kee for the Nursing Cadets,
Lim Mao Fong for the Ambulance Cadets; and
Khau Yu Ning for the Nursing Adults.Of course, a big hand has to go to Chia Li Xin who was the 1st runner-up in the Nursing Cadet Category, as well as Liew Jun Jia who was the third in the Ambulance Adult Category not to mention the rest of the winners from the other districts.
Then let's give another round of applause to those who did well overall!!
The Nursing Cadets!
The Nursing Adults!
The Ambulance Adults!!
and.............
a big hand to the gallant losers, our Ambulance Cadets!!!
May they bounce back with more zest next year and claim the Dato' Lee Kong Chian Singapore Gold Challenge Trophy as their own. The greatest achievement lies in acquiring knowledge and the greatest pleasure lies in spreading knowledge. Remember that, guys, and go for greatness.
2011 will be your year the way 2009 was ours.
And Lim, win back what I won.
Then let's give another round of applause to those who did well overall!!
The Nursing Cadets!
The Nursing Adults!
The Ambulance Adults!!and.............
a big hand to the gallant losers, our Ambulance Cadets!!!May they bounce back with more zest next year and claim the Dato' Lee Kong Chian Singapore Gold Challenge Trophy as their own. The greatest achievement lies in acquiring knowledge and the greatest pleasure lies in spreading knowledge. Remember that, guys, and go for greatness.
2011 will be your year the way 2009 was ours.
And Lim, win back what I won.
Meanwhile, let's hope the best for the rest. To our AA, NA and NC, get the C.I.C. Cup back to JB for a glamorous quadruple. To the Segamat AC team, you'd better prove yourselves to be better than us.
There is a month and a half before the Nationals, so let's sit back and relex. Meanwhile, enjoy.
We'll be back next year, bigger, stronger and better!!!
And we start preparing now.
There is a month and a half before the Nationals, so let's sit back and relex. Meanwhile, enjoy.
We'll be back next year, bigger, stronger and better!!!
And we start preparing now.Thursday, April 22, 2010
25/4/2010
As it seems so, the achievements of a person determines his success.
Reality places certificates and trophies above everything else.
And so everyone competes for success in order to be real.
Non-reality places skills and knowledge, thinking skills and mental capabilities above all.
Sadly, no one gives a damn about it.
As everyone sets their eyes on the acclaimed prize, many neglected the most important things they obtained: The things they learnt throughout the process.
There was a topic for debate which I encountered, back in my younger days: 'Which is more important, the process or the results?'
The gridlock(stalemate) of words regarding the issue is concrete evidence that reality and non-reality gives us two separate insights into the community's mentality. One supports a materialistic mindset while the other goes all out for a more relaxing, laid-back approach to life.
Anyway, one thing which is completely true is that: whenever you attempt something in your life, go all out and leave no space for regrets. And that is what I would say for the JB contingent that is going to Yong Peng early on Sunday morning for the State-Level First Aid and nursing Competition.
To the participants:
All the best and don't hope for luck.
There is nothing more I can say.
Be it this place where you do your first act as a family.
Reality places certificates and trophies above everything else.
And so everyone competes for success in order to be real.
Non-reality places skills and knowledge, thinking skills and mental capabilities above all.
Sadly, no one gives a damn about it.
As everyone sets their eyes on the acclaimed prize, many neglected the most important things they obtained: The things they learnt throughout the process.
There was a topic for debate which I encountered, back in my younger days: 'Which is more important, the process or the results?'
The gridlock(stalemate) of words regarding the issue is concrete evidence that reality and non-reality gives us two separate insights into the community's mentality. One supports a materialistic mindset while the other goes all out for a more relaxing, laid-back approach to life.
Anyway, one thing which is completely true is that: whenever you attempt something in your life, go all out and leave no space for regrets. And that is what I would say for the JB contingent that is going to Yong Peng early on Sunday morning for the State-Level First Aid and nursing Competition.
To the participants:
All the best and don't hope for luck.
There is nothing more I can say.
Be it this place where you do your first act as a family.
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Five Men in Black
There was no breeze in the air that afternoon on the streets of Pelangi, nor any hint that a thunderstorm was on its way to ravage the little town; just the typical Malaysian hot weather casting its charm over the lands of Johor.
Zahid Dolah shifted the bag on his shoulders and prepared to cross the road. This road, as he knew it, was a dangerous place to be at, due to the number of accidents that had occurred throughout the years. He looked at his watch and cursed the unrelenting traffic. He was late for tuition, again.
There were neither pedestrian crossings nor overhead bridges to aid his goal of crossing the busy road. He waited for another moment, before finally giving up. Turning his back to the road, he decided to have lunch before mounting another attempt to conquer that road filled with never-ending traffic.
As he passed by a shop, his peripheral vision detected something that made him do a double take. It was a pencil. An unusual pencil, one that has a curved plastic handle and which is double the length of any ordinary pencil. It was a dream come true for Zahid, for a pencil that special would garner him the attention he craved so much.
All of a sudden, he heard a dull thud of metal on flesh. Zahid, too absorbed in his thoughts, did not think much about it until he turned around and saw a crowd gathering at the side of the road.
Not even pausing for a second to think, he rushed to the place where the crowd was forming. There lay a woman, in her mid-forties, whose consciousness was deteriorating fast. One moment she was able to moan for her son, and then she couldn't do anything but to mutter incomprehensible words to herself.
The woman's son, a teenager about the age of Zahid, was kneeling helplessly at the side of his mother. He had a few scratches here and there, but he looked unscathed otherwise. He was shocked though, judging by the expression on his face. Another old lady say by the side of the road, supporting a bruised leg.
The crowd was getting bigger by the minute, but nobody seemed to know what to do. Zahid's tears came running down his face. He could not help it. And then he saw them.
They came with pageantry, with a kind of beauty.
It was the kind of scene in which the slow motion technology would be used in Hollywood to maximise the emphasis on the importance of these people. Confidence was evident in their gait, and Zahid knew at once, that the injured women would be saved.
With a commanding tone, the one who seemed to be the leader told the crowd to not panic. To quote him, ' We know what we are going to do. Please step back so to let us do our jobs well.'
The leader delegated jobs to his friends and they sped off without further ado. Concentration etched on his face, he bent down and tapped the semiconscious woman's shoulders,' Sir, sir, are you alright?'
There was a minimal amount of laughter. In his haste to help the woman, he addressed her inappropriately by mistake. However, despite his blunder, firmness was present in his help for the woman so nobody laughed out loud.
Zahid was really impressed with him. He could never make such a blunder and yet continue what he was doing with a straight face. He turned his attention to the rest of the men in black.
A guy with really small eyes was talking to a phone. That's it! Why didn't Zahid think of that!? Calling an ambulance was within his means but he had panicked and didn't know what to do. There was a bespectacled guy who looked like Harry Potter carrying a first aid kit box, sprinting out from the school opposite the road at a breakneck speed. Zahid could have done that too.
Zahid was impressed beyond words. They really knew what they were doing.
Following that, the five men were all over the place, helping the victims clean their wounds. Bandaging the exposed injuries. Judging by their voices, they could only be fifteen or sixteen years old! How did they know how to do such things which most adults don't know of?
Just then, the semiconscious woman threw up. The leader gave a sharp bark of command and all his members were at his side at once. They turned her sideways and wiped away the discharged from her mouth. Her condition improved a little just then, and her eyelids fluttered. The son, clearly still in a state of shock, scrambled to her side at once. Relief filled his face, and he told her to hang in there.
The ambulance arrived about twenty minutes after the call was made, by which Zahid was feeling rather impatient. The way the paramedics lifted the semiconscious woman was extremely rough and showed the level of care they have for the woman was miserable. In fact, the leader of the Men in Black protested and offered to place the woman onto the stretcher but the paramedics didn't care and just lifted the woman indifferently.
As the other female victim went off to a nearby clinic, and the son went on the ambulance with his mother, the crowd dispersed off gradually. A few people congratulated the five men and shook their hands. Zahid wanted to do so as well; however, the leader shouted that they were late and they jogged off, leaving Zahid with the regret of not being knowledgeable enough to help them, yet.
And so Zahid promised himself, one day, one day, he will be able to work alongside the five men in black. And he will be working hard, waiting for that day to come.
Zahid Dolah shifted the bag on his shoulders and prepared to cross the road. This road, as he knew it, was a dangerous place to be at, due to the number of accidents that had occurred throughout the years. He looked at his watch and cursed the unrelenting traffic. He was late for tuition, again.
There were neither pedestrian crossings nor overhead bridges to aid his goal of crossing the busy road. He waited for another moment, before finally giving up. Turning his back to the road, he decided to have lunch before mounting another attempt to conquer that road filled with never-ending traffic.
As he passed by a shop, his peripheral vision detected something that made him do a double take. It was a pencil. An unusual pencil, one that has a curved plastic handle and which is double the length of any ordinary pencil. It was a dream come true for Zahid, for a pencil that special would garner him the attention he craved so much.
All of a sudden, he heard a dull thud of metal on flesh. Zahid, too absorbed in his thoughts, did not think much about it until he turned around and saw a crowd gathering at the side of the road.
Not even pausing for a second to think, he rushed to the place where the crowd was forming. There lay a woman, in her mid-forties, whose consciousness was deteriorating fast. One moment she was able to moan for her son, and then she couldn't do anything but to mutter incomprehensible words to herself.
The woman's son, a teenager about the age of Zahid, was kneeling helplessly at the side of his mother. He had a few scratches here and there, but he looked unscathed otherwise. He was shocked though, judging by the expression on his face. Another old lady say by the side of the road, supporting a bruised leg.
The crowd was getting bigger by the minute, but nobody seemed to know what to do. Zahid's tears came running down his face. He could not help it. And then he saw them.
They came with pageantry, with a kind of beauty.
It was the kind of scene in which the slow motion technology would be used in Hollywood to maximise the emphasis on the importance of these people. Confidence was evident in their gait, and Zahid knew at once, that the injured women would be saved.
With a commanding tone, the one who seemed to be the leader told the crowd to not panic. To quote him, ' We know what we are going to do. Please step back so to let us do our jobs well.'
The leader delegated jobs to his friends and they sped off without further ado. Concentration etched on his face, he bent down and tapped the semiconscious woman's shoulders,' Sir, sir, are you alright?'
There was a minimal amount of laughter. In his haste to help the woman, he addressed her inappropriately by mistake. However, despite his blunder, firmness was present in his help for the woman so nobody laughed out loud.
Zahid was really impressed with him. He could never make such a blunder and yet continue what he was doing with a straight face. He turned his attention to the rest of the men in black.
A guy with really small eyes was talking to a phone. That's it! Why didn't Zahid think of that!? Calling an ambulance was within his means but he had panicked and didn't know what to do. There was a bespectacled guy who looked like Harry Potter carrying a first aid kit box, sprinting out from the school opposite the road at a breakneck speed. Zahid could have done that too.
Zahid was impressed beyond words. They really knew what they were doing.
Following that, the five men were all over the place, helping the victims clean their wounds. Bandaging the exposed injuries. Judging by their voices, they could only be fifteen or sixteen years old! How did they know how to do such things which most adults don't know of?
Just then, the semiconscious woman threw up. The leader gave a sharp bark of command and all his members were at his side at once. They turned her sideways and wiped away the discharged from her mouth. Her condition improved a little just then, and her eyelids fluttered. The son, clearly still in a state of shock, scrambled to her side at once. Relief filled his face, and he told her to hang in there.
The ambulance arrived about twenty minutes after the call was made, by which Zahid was feeling rather impatient. The way the paramedics lifted the semiconscious woman was extremely rough and showed the level of care they have for the woman was miserable. In fact, the leader of the Men in Black protested and offered to place the woman onto the stretcher but the paramedics didn't care and just lifted the woman indifferently.
As the other female victim went off to a nearby clinic, and the son went on the ambulance with his mother, the crowd dispersed off gradually. A few people congratulated the five men and shook their hands. Zahid wanted to do so as well; however, the leader shouted that they were late and they jogged off, leaving Zahid with the regret of not being knowledgeable enough to help them, yet.
And so Zahid promised himself, one day, one day, he will be able to work alongside the five men in black. And he will be working hard, waiting for that day to come.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
There Is More To Come.
Kaltxi, frapo. Peyfa si nga si? Siltsan trr ne nga.Oh, I'm so sorry. I did so forget that we are not on Pandora. Do forgive me for that mistake. I've been speaking Na'vi for too long and well...English...is so troublesome with grammar and all that. A rough translation for the greeting would be,'Hello, everyone. How do you do? Good day to you.'
Yes indeed, welcome, to my blog that has yet to be named.
Names has always been problematic if you are the sort that emphasises perfection. Now I may not be that sort but I would surely love a name that is quirky and also easy on the eye.
Who doesn't?
Thus the name of this blog is undefined, and so I'll leave it as it is for the time being. Until something great or just decent pops up in my head.
There is no reason to be stuck in this state of shock. Fear not as a name worth remembering will arise soon. And may this blog which is currently under construction be one great one, spreading word about the activities I participate in.
Till then.
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