Friday, December 29, 2006

A Matter Of As

Having come to a full circle of the school holidays, the PMR results are finally out. Kudos
to all those who did well, to all those who got the grades they wanted and to those
who can finally ask for their dream toy/gadget/car/phone/whatever. Kudos also for the teachers whose hard work and efforts have finally paid off for their students. But amidst all the cheers and celebrations; it's important, I think, that we do not place too much emphasis on the results.

As is always the case, we tend to look at the grades first, and from that alone pass remarks about the person. "Oh, straight As? You study hard,eh?"."Wow, your daughter's really smart!"."Your son's really great. My son's only got half of your son's grades, I just don't know what to do with him..(shakes head,looks disdainfully at the son.)"."So your daughter got good grades ah? Your daughter next time sure earn big bucks wan! Not like that Madam Cheng's daughter, only 2 As and one fail even! Hmph, she can get ready to sweep the streets..".When parents get together, it's undeniable that their children's grades would come into the discussion in one way or another.



I used to read this comic called Great Teacher Onizuka or GTO in short that centred on the life of a teacher. A teacher who, unlike many others, went against the socially-accepted rules and systems, and thought so much more of education than just books and papers. On the surface, the comic contains lots and lots (lots) of sexual overtones and violent themes characteristic of Japanese culture normally depicted in mangas. Most would pass it off as a guilty pleasure due to the not-so-decent subplots used by the artist. But what I really appreciate in the comic is how the artist subtly weaves in a much deeper and stronger social message of the role of teachers in society.


In the beginning, Onizuka is introduced as a trouble-maker in his student days. Violent and
perverted, he was the best example of an anti-hero. In his twenties, he fell for a girl but the
girl dumped him for an old guy. A teacher. So he sets his sights on being a teacher in the hopes that he would be able to find his true love but ends up dscovering instead what it means to be a teacher and changing the lives of his students along the way.


Among the characters explored in the comic:

-a supergenius girl who is grappling with growing up and comes from a broken family

-a president's daughter deprived of love who fell for an engaged teacher and was heartbroken

-a student whose mum is just 14 years older than him

-a student who comes from a gangster family and is feared by everyone at school, making him an introvert

-a young woman who is Onizuka's colleague and also love interest who often finds it difficult to do what she thinks
is right as a teacher

-a director of the school's PIBG who saw the shining qualities of a teacher in Onizuka and later
hired him.

-an ambitious headmistress with a skewed perspective of education because of a traumatic childhood experience

-a former rape victim who took up martial arts and joined the headmistress' secret 'Angels' team to deliver their own
brand of justice in the school.

-a petite boy who does not have the courage and confidence to grow up into manhood because of his small build

-a senior teacher who is the epitome of the average high school teacher; stressed out, earns a meagre salary,
has a so-so family and invests in all the wrong things (the dream car that he bought ended up getting smashed
enough times to get his insurance agents to go berserk)

-and so many other characters that focus on the darker sides of the Japanese society



I couldn't agree more with the comic's underlying theme that education alone guarantees nothing, in a sense that the students needed someone who could teach them the lessons of life, a teacher who can guide them and help them in their moments of need. A teacher who is not impersonal and only teaches from the textbooks, but constantly provides tutoring, friendship and support. One who is an example himself/herself for the students to look up to, that when they graduate from school they may be useful to the society. The students were lost, they all followed after their own heart and desires and made a lot of foolish decisions but Onizuka was there to help them all the way to the end. Even risking his life in the last book of the series to save the headmistress who got herself trapped in a burning building. And with style: he had just survived a major brain tumour operation when the nurses discovered that he had escaped from the hospital only to be found riding a Harley-Davidson into the burning school building and out of it unscathed. In his hospital robe.


As if to imply the superhuman qualities of Onizuka, I cannot help but feel that the whole story actually very closely mirrored the life of Jesus! Except that Jesus was the opposite of Onizuka of course :D But the story is there. The theme is there. The message is there. The lost people of Israel were the lost youths of Japan, one man had the courage to stand up against the world, and in doing so he rescued the lives of many. Just like the artist hinted how Onizuka was going to make big changes starting from just one small school where he taught, God started from Israel and offered salvation to the rest of the world. Coincidence? Maybe. But this proves that God's word trancends boundaries of nationalities and cultures.



In case you've lost me from where I started, I just wanna point this out: the A's don't matter as much as having a Godly life. You don't impact the world with the 3 dozen or so As that you mighthave, you impact the world with your life. And just how you would impact the world, would depend on whether God is present in your life. Well, at least I feel that way :D

Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas Loots Ahoy!

This Christmas, I'm truly blessed to have received so many gifts. However, putting aside the sizes and prices of the presents, I just wish that I had prepared more Christmas presents for others who would otherwise not have received anything this year. To make a simple comparison, I gave 4 distinct Christmas presents, namely three cards written with some of my thoughts given to Justin, Hannah and Christina (Hannah got a bonus Sakura Beras Wangi Thailand,but it went to the flood victims instead. She claims they need it more than her. Of course,I'd like to differ on that but it's HER rice,so no point arguing about it now,haha) and a box of Counter-strike figurines with a pungent latex smell distributed to all the CS die-hards. What I received, on the other hand are belowI was amazed at amount of effort put even on the card alone :D

This was what I got from Simon and Shanice. You two rock!


This was from Desmond. Choki-choki and a mystery box...


This was from my bro! A nice blue wallet (girlie,yes. but heck)

The pics above were grainy because they were taken with this webcam from my friends Raymond and Suresh :D The camera's so-so, but I really appreciate their effort and sincerity. Thoughtful? You bet! Thanks a million guys!

This was...the box that housed a nice little tart from Crissy. Frankly, I found the box very artfully designed so I decided to keep it a little while longer :D

A big box of chocolate exquisitely packed in retro themes...now I know how Cadbury bars looked like 30 years ago..sweet.

Yes, I know it's not exactly decent..but it's a nice drawing by Justin. (He got someone to draw it, in case you're wondering :D) Very meaningful gift, cause it highlights just how lousy my drawings are XD Haha, just kidding. But really, I just wish I had a quarter of this pic's artist's skills, that'd be already more than enough :)


Like it says on the picture, it's a game. A PSP game. A UMD. Which I received for Christmas. *Gasp*...definitely the most expensive gift among all the other gifts, this was given to me by Lim See Huang. Great graphics, the cut-scenes put a PS2 to shame easily... But hard to play,and I don't own a PSP in the first place. Depending on my brother's generosity, this game may very well just collect dust on my table :(
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As it stands, this is definitely the most unique and priceless gift that I've received thus far.. Pink AND printed with my name. Well, figuratively at least :D It works only in English though, in BM 'kunci tin' doesn't exactly bring about any meaning...but thank you so the very much, me cousin Justin and John and Gabe and whoever worked on this shirt! My first pink shirt turned out to be the best t-shirt that I have so far!

Christmas gifts aside, it was truly a unique experience to be able to see everyone's contribution for our church's 'gift back to God' event, what with so many songwriters and singers proving their mettle at making songs of praise. And I do mean it wholeheartedly, it was ohsem (just so you'd know, I came up with this word,not Christina :D). Speaking of Christina, I thought she really good, good in a sense not because she sang well, or because her songs were very nicely written, (although they were), but rather it was her closeness to God, and that child-like longing to be in God's presence that really gave my mind, heart and soul a stunning revelation of how we are at our very best when we approach God's presence. I now understand what it means to endeavor as Christian brothers and sisters to bring out the godliness and holiness in one another..

Thursday, December 21, 2006

There and back again

It sure has been a long while since I last updated. More than 2 weeks, to count roughly. Before anyone would like to advertise my laziness as a blogger :D, let me just clarify. It all happened like this...


It was the 12th of Dec. Camp had just been over, and I was really reluctant to have to go back to work. Camp was just 'ohsem', to borrow from Christina..so 'ohsem' that I really came back having learned something. Not that I came back from the previous camps not having learned a single thing, but rather I was able to 'integrate' what I learned this time around. Everyone mentioned on the last day that the moment we get back home, we would be turning on our MSNs, e-mails and what-nots. It couldn't have been more true for me: I was waiting to do just that.

So there I was, sitting in front of my computer. Pushed the button. Beep. Yeah, MSN here I come. Hey? What the? Boot error? What? WHAT?!?!

To explain the full extent of my predicament, it was akin to a businessman who returns home from a short break to find that a tsunami has wiped out his business, and all his properties. I was a digital pauper for the next two weeks, my hard drives had to be scrubbed and all my files were flushed down the drain. My pictures! My songs! My videos! Mind you I lost an entire 12 GB of Justice League...it was just awful. But if you're like Hannah, then you'd probably think that it's no biggie. Just a few files right? Can always get them again wan :D It's okay, the whole point of this story is actually not so much with what I lost, but rather what I gained...................

Having lost my computer to the all-too-common machanical failure, and my TMnet to human error and inefficiency, I suddenly had a whole lot of free time to myself. I work the morning shift and on average I get back home by 5 or 6 in the evening, during which my mom and sis would be handling the night shift. Which means I'm left alone at home for the whole second half of the day. With the main distraction out of the way, I did what I thought I could do: my quiet times.

I really appreciate how God had it all planned out for me, the peace and quiet, and the absence of a major stumbling block when it came to doing quiet times (the computer), and the pretty stressful days that I had been through in the last few days gave me the impetus to seek God all the more earnestly. I did. I really did. And blessed they were my quiet times, so fulfilling, so satiating that I could not ask for more. When I finally got my PC and my Internet back, which is today, I started to go crazy trying to maintain my computer. Again. Trying hard to find a program to do something, then followed by searching for updates and then CD keys and all the never-ending computer chores that had been sucking my energy dry for so long kept me occupied for a while.

It was so different. Between doing quiet time and using the PC, my mind encourages me to play the computer but deep inside I wanted to spend just a little bit more time doing my quiet time, hoping that God would speak to me in one way or another. I compared my quiet time 'after-effects' in the last two three days with that of using the computer for an hour and what a difference it was! I clearly see now that God never stopped doing what He does best: bringing us closer to him each and every day, so long as we obey Him. So blessed I had been in the last few days of my walk with God, that I only wish to pass it on to someone else. But I shall first go to sleep, I have to get to work in 7 hours from now :D Have a great Christmas then!

Friday, December 08, 2006

More Than Chair Red Bear Red

What a week it has been for me! I certainly did not expect working at Sunway Pyramid to be so tiring. Why, it's not even a real job, so to speak because I hardly need to do anything other than to sit there and scan barcodes but it sure is easier said than done..not to mention that I suffered from a very terror punya case of food-poisoning (I think) on Tuesday, which was only the second day I started working. The diarrhea + vomit combo knocked me senseless for the entire Wednesday, and even till today I've yet to fully recover. What's worse, my sis, mom and dad also seem to be affected by the same thing, albeit not as serious as in my case. I wouldn't mind resting a few more days at home if not for the fact that I need to help out my parents at the store AND the camp is just one day away! Gah, group leader somemore...I guess Christina'll have to shoulder more of the work :D (It's good training,yeah)

I don't know how the camp this year would turn out but I suppose it's never been just about fun and games, enjoyment and laughter..perhaps God already has His amazing blueprint awaiting us at the campsite. Let's just wait, and see..what God wants to do..what God wants us to do.....

Sunday, December 03, 2006

One Word: Yay!

After having to contend with an archaic hand-me-down printer for so long, the Canon BJC-265SP; (see picture below), I finally managed to get my grubby hands on a new scanner-printer-copier! :D I just wished I had bought it earlier cause all this while I had to make do with a printer that can't tell a colour ink cartridge from a black&white one, not to mention makes a whole lot of noise when I actually succeed in coaxing it into printing something. That's why I could not resist paying a visit to the still-running PC Fair at KLCC with Justin on yesterday.

The first day saw a relatively mild turnout of crowds because many people prefer to go on the last day to get the killer bargains but nevertheless by evening the fair was starting to get packed. We went in with just 50 bucks each, planning to get the money from the ATM after deciding on what to buy. And what a good decision it was, for I checked out several booths for my printer-scanner-copier. The first offered RM 288. I thought it was a steal because the unit looked absolutely gorgeous. But I didn't have the money with me so we walked on,telling the aunty at the booth that "I'll be back!". Several dozen booths later, we came to the booth that offered an even better RM 269. With free gifts even :D So yeah, the poor aunty never did see my face again after that xD

The not-so-happy part of the trip was the journey back home. I had not taken the printer-scanner-copier into account, as I found myself struggling to hug the huge printer box all the way home. We took the train to KLCC, and went back the same way. It was a challenge alright, what with the insane after-work traffic at the commuting stations. Luckily Justin was kind enough to help me carry it (take turns) so I didn't need to break my wallet and my muscles..

Interestingly, we saw this Indian pakcik who was angry at the fact that the KTM train was delayed for 10 minutes. Or so I think that's what he was angry about. Now 'angry' is actually quite an understatement, cause he scolded the government, scolded the ministry, the train operators, even the poor innocent guard who were controlling the crowd. To top it off, he spat on the track! Ah-pe-tui he went, all the while rattling off words too vulgar for this blog :D Talk about being expressive...if the train was delayed again he might've run amok, for all we know,haha.

Well, we went back home with sore hands and feet, but I was happy I made the trip there. My parents were quite shocked I actually bought something so expensive though when they saw it..oh well, my money ma :D Here are some pics:

[I know it's not very clear but I can't find a better pic]
My old, old Canon printer and...


Tadaa! My new printer-scanner-copier :D
And here's a drawing that I've scanned and edited using Google's Picasa:


At any rate, it sure beats taking pictures of my drawings :D Better go get some sleep then!