2009, You’ve Been Quite A Year

January was adrenaline.  To watch one my favourite Broadway singers LIVE, and to pat the most handsome dog in the world.  To meet up with a stranger whom I’ve never seen up close before, and to catch up with an old friend whom I have dearly missed.  What more, to do all that in a foreign country!

February was challenge.  To turn ideas into something real.  To watch a bunch of little hands working together to produce something new, something fresh.  Never in my life would I ever imagine that I would paint a church.  Moving out to a bigger building was so exciting.  We even got help from a pair of hands all the way from Melbourne!

March was friendship.  It was the month where we spent time with God at the beach, to talk about each other’s lives and to share about what we know or don’t know.  A birthday surprise for a friend.  A quarter of a cake made as if it was one.  A toy duck that quacks.  And a whole bunch of people that I love.

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April was faith.  I got (finally) got baptized, in the clear waters of Lata Kinjang, a majestic waterfall in the heart of Perak.  Cold as it was, the atmosphere was warm, because on that special day, both my parents were present too.  It was also about having faith in a team, or in this case, a band.  I joined Seven Sweet Surrender and took part in Euphonious 2009, a band competition in my university.  We didn’t win, but we had faith.  And that’s all that mattered.

May was work.  Exams.  What more can I say?  But it was also a month where I sat down with a pen and paper and thought about what I wanted to do next.  Decisions were made, and time flew very quickly.

June was fun.  I decided to put aside the graphics designing work I used to do in KL, and stayed in Penang where I interned with Redbox Studio as a web designer, a field that I really love.  I had more fun than work – Jenga, Monopoly, chess, Master Mind sessions – Nic and Krista, my bosses and friends rolled into one, became like family.  I wished time flew much slower then.
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July was breaking the mould.  I had a phobia of Japanese raw food, until Nic and Krista brought me for some and decided to help me overcome that silly fear.  I can proudly claim that I now eat a few slabs of salmon and raw fish without puking.   It was also a month where I learned a little bit more about money.  We learned how to play Cashflow 101, and I learned a little bit more about expenses and income.  Financial freedom, here we come!

August was chaos.  It was the new semester for everyone, and a time of adjustment for some.  New places, new faces.  A-H1N1 landed and everyone was in fear of contracting the virus.  We had masks, and school was closed for a week, much to everyone’s delight.

September was making new friends.  We had a barbecue night for the juniors, and I flew to Singapore again and this time I got to know some people a little better.  I met a handful of new people, all fun-tastic and inspiring the same.  I fell in love with jazz, over and over and over again.

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October was happening.  And that is an understatement.  It was a month of pushing the limits.  It was a month of trials and testing; pain and joy.  An elaborated (wet) birthday surprise all the way to another town, a gathering to catch sunrise, to put a video together — all just to make a difference in other people’s lives, and my own.  It was a month that felt like many, many months.
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November was change.  Probably a withdrawal from October, but it was month filled with reflections and decision-making.  It was also a time where new adjustments had to be made.  A sad, temporary goodbye to certain things, habits and people, but an eager heart to something new.  I became an official intern as a mechanical engineer at AMD, Penang.  Nic and Krista officially became my neighbors.

December was home.  I caught up with faces I have not seen for years.  Walked, danced, and jumped in the streets I love.  Made new friends who will soon become a prominent part of my life for the next eight months, and possibly my entire life.  Oh, and I turned 21.  And I was shown, in many ways, that I am loved.  For that, I am very grateful.

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What a year you’ve been, 2009, what a year.   There were times I could never forgive you, yet there were times I wished you would walk a little slower.  I thank God for everyone who has been a part of this short 365 days, for making it more meaningful than it ever was.

2010, you have a tough act to follow.

Happy New Year, everyone, and God bless.  =)

Wa Si Penang Knia

Sitting in the middle of the street isn’t a norm for everyone.  It’s more like madness, or in worse case scenario – suicide.  Yet, I’ve done that countless of times with a bunch of fun-loving people whom I grew up with.

I can’t do that in the streets of KL, or even in Ipoh – for some reason I’d feel like a fool.  But doing so on one particular tiny island, though not known for her hygiene, I’ve never felt more at home.

Penang isn’t entirely about food, as many have claimed her to be.  In the heart of the city, every shop house built, each brick laid tells a different story.  Want to see Indian kids learning how to make joss sticks?  The Chinese taking up the kavadi on Thaipusam?  Or Malays balancing towering flag poles on Chingay?  Or all three races (and sometimes more) sitting in a kopitiam with one leg on a stool talking about the same thing, drinking the same drink?  Or the only street in the world that has 4 different religious places?  Come, and I’ll show you.

We don’t need campaigns or names to label such harmony.  It’s more than that.  It’s a lifestyle we have practiced aeons ago.  I say walking a silent, peaceful walk on a pair of flip-flops is better than declaring a journey out loud with flashy costumes and mismatched philosophy that neither has a start nor an ending.

So nice to see old friends again.  One of them was performing on stage, two volunteering, while three of us were running around being kaypo’s.   We walked the streets, watched performances after performances, and spoke about everything under the sky.  We were like the Ah Chong’s, Muthu’s and Ahmad’s in the late Yasmin Ahmad’s advertisements.  And after that, all six of us did what we do best.  Sit, walked and jumped in the middle of the street, proclaiming it ours (with the occasional “AHHH!! CAARR!!” shouts in-between and scurrying away).

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The world is huge, that much I can testify.  Because I’ve lived on this island for so long, and there are still things about her that I have yet to know – what more a country, or a continent?  Many people wonder why I’m not out there seeing the world, and jumping on buses and trains.  I look at my feet on the ground and I say, significance is not measured by size.  Because if it is, what is Earth then, in this ginormous universe?  In real scale, in a universe that has yet to be entirely discovered – we’re smaller than a spec of dust and yet, here is where life is found.

I believe in time to come I will be travelling and writing stories from different corners of the planet, but right now, there is much to be done on this little island.   I can travel to a hundred different places and hit thousands of dead ends.  But in Penang, I can never be wrong.  Despite the ideals that I have about life, the dreams of living in the middle of New York city, owning a beach house in Sydney, live next door to Bono or to shake hands with Nelson Mandela – I know that I’ll still make my last pit stop on this little island.

Because it’s the hardest place to drive in the country.

Because familiarity sits at every nook.

Because Penang is home.

Because wa si Penang knia.

Who Would Imagine A King?

As I reached the ground floor to proceed to the car park, I could not help but feel the unusual cool morning breeze and it made me smile to myself. It was just another working day, albeit the last one of the year – but in my mind, I was not thinking about deadlines, nor projects.

In my little crowded mind, I was only thinking about tomorrow.

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It was the busiest time ever up in the factory. Top-of-the-class engineers were hustling and bustling, as though preparing for something big. Through the holy grapevine, it was said that Someone had issued Code 7.0, and everyone were on their toes, eagerly waiting for instructions.

“I’m so excited! We’ve waited for months and now it’s finally happening!”
“Do you think it’ll work? It’s rather ordinary, isn’t it?”
“This is the best we’ve got. If this doesn’t work out, I’m not sure what will.”
“I hope Someone knows what he’s doing.”

Those were among the hush hush that was going around the factory all day. A shy engineer, rather small in size and went by the name of Chip, sneaked carefully into the headquarters. He knocked on Someone’s door three times and paused for a second, and with a rather squeaky voice, he asked,

“Excuse me, Sir. But I do not understand your intentions. This is your most precious possession, yet we all know a tragic ending awaits. Why would you make such a call?”

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I got into the car, and played one of my favourite CDs. Slowly, I reversed the car and drove past the guard house. I observed the people on the large field outside of my house. Quite a number of them were taking their morning walks, kids at the basketball court, some were walking their dogs.

I wondered, “Do they feel it too?”

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The door opened slowly without a sound. Chip tried to see, but the blinding light made him cover his eyes. Suddenly, the light started to dim, and as Chip opened his eyes to see, he saw the ground before him melting away, and he quickly stepped back for fear of falling off. A deep, gentle voice spoke.

“Do not be afraid. Look.”

Chip peered over and saw tiny people below very unlike him. They were wearing different kinds of clothes, and unlike the factory, they were all using primitive technology. He looked closer, and saw those tiny people fighting with one another. Some were stealing, and some were left to be stolen from. Some were having their fill more than they can contain, while some were left without any. ‘What kind of a place is this?’ Chip thought. He did not remember saying it out loud, but that deep voice spoke again.

“This is a place I have created. A home for those tiny people you see.”

“But this place is filled with chaos! I don’t remember our experiments failing. We created perfect beings, destined for great things. This is wrong, this is wrong… What have we done?” Chip uttered those words as he shook his head in disappointment.

“This is not an experiment, dear Chip. This is life. Nothing went wrong during production, everyone is created in my image, manufactured uniquely different from one another.”

“Then what happened?” Chip did not understand.

“I gave them freewill.” The deep voice answered.

“Why don’t you take it back then?  You have created billions of stars, gave each a name, decorated the universe with wondrous majestic galaxies, each one magnifying the power of the heavens. Why are you wasting time on this…spec of dust?”

“I am not bounded by time, Chip. I will not give up on this…spec of dust, which by the way, is called Earth. ”

“But why, Sir? Why?” Chip still, could not comprehend.

“One reason, Chip, and only one reason.”

“What is it, Sir?”

“Love.”

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I put my bag on my desk, and greeted my colleagues cheerfully.  For some, it’s their last day of internship.  About half of them are leaving, while the rest of us will continue to stay and greet the next batch.

“Let’s go for breakfast at the canteen.”

I wasn’t very hungry, I already had a slice of bread before I came – but since I won’t be seeing these guys anymore after today, I decided to tag along.  I have only known these people for 4 weeks, but for some, I feel like I’ve known them forever.  It takes me awhile to warm up to people, but they made it easy for me.  I looked at the interns who will be with me for the next six months – we have our differences, but given time and understanding, I don’t think it’s hard to love them.

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The innocent cry of a babe melted the hearts of the engineers in the factory.  Such delicate planning, precise manufacturing – there will never be one like him again.  Some cried at the thought of the fate that would soon befall upon this child, but the birth of this bright morning star was a day to be remembered.  The day Someone sent his one and only son to save the tiny people he so loved.  A name that will be remembered and praised for centuries to come.  As Chip watched the tiny babe being carried by the tiny people, how similar yet how special he was and would be, he fell to his knees and cried.

Who are we that you are mindful of us?

Someone continued to give the tiny people free will.  But he also added a choice of salvation.

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As we walked back from the canteen, I took a glance at the koi pond near the entrance of the lobby.  Each koi had a different pattern on their body, an identity just like the billions of stars in the universe – and us.  DNA, fingerprints, every detail down to the last cell of our body.  Man can replicate everything they see – but we can never create life from scratch.

Before we were born, we were already known by our names.

Before we were known by the world, we were already loved.

Before we make mistakes, we were already offered redemption.

Before we are made to make difficult decisions, we were given free will.

Before everything, Someone already knew.

And Someone knew what He was doing.

Merry Christmas everybody, and a blessed New Year ahead.

From My Little Corner

Having a birthday nearing the end of the year always gives someone a little extra to ponder upon.  An entire year has almost passed, and it does make a person feel a year older.

The world’s culture has led me to believe that turning 21 is quite a big deal.  My mom told me that turning 21 only happens once a year.  I replied, so does turning 22, 23, 24, etc.

I don’t like parties or huge celebrations.  But little things do matter to me.  Such as a friend who drove all the way from outstation just to surprise me on a Sunday morning (okay, that wasn’t so little), or when a couple of new friends come up to me after church service and sang me a birthday song and prayed for me and the many wishes that come by – they count.

What do I make of becoming 21?  Can I just say that… I’m glad I made it this far? I can almost hear guffaws coming from those who are older and reading this.  Yes I know I don’t know what it’s like to be 30, 40 and more.  And I know there is a whole lot more out there for me to see.  I officially became a teenager in 2001, so I can testify that life as a teenager in the Y2k generation is quite a daunting task, hence pardon my lack of stamina.

A lot has happened, a lot has changed.  One minute we think we’re ready to wrap up, a wicked twist takes place and the ride begins all over again.  That is why I admire writers who can conjure a complete book, telling their life stories as if they had the plot under control.

I can reflect all year long, as I always do – and I’ll find a way to put them all into words bit by bit, piece by piece.

But for now, being 21 as it is, from my little corner and a content sigh…

…I’m glad I made it this far.  =)

Filling The Jar, Part One

So, what’s new?

After three and a half years of studying, I have an eight-month industrial internship program to undergo.  I have just finished the third week, but many things have happened since then.  Not just work, but life-changing experiences that either make you cringe or laugh each time you think about it.  I now type in a small cozy corner of my own room, in the comforts of my own home on that little island.

The Kooky Jar, as many may think, was not meant to be a blog.  It was supposed to be something else, something more contributive, of more use.  It was a plan that never saw the end of planning, neither the beginning of execution.

Now that I have time, and maybe with a little bit more of everything else, I think it’s time to put things in motion.

We’re still working on the site, in the meantime you can catch its updates here and other musings, photography – anything that time allows me to come up with will be posted here.  In short, this is my new blog.  The Kooky Jar is meant for something bigger.

Something bigger, like what?

This is only Part One.  More will be revealed in upcoming entries.

Expect more personal insights and musings here, as I go deeper into design experiments, and possibly an online portfolio somewhere in the near future.  Unlike the previous blogs I had, I have finally established my own personal space for what it is.  It’s like finally buying your own property and calling it home.

Bienvenue!