Whose life is it anyway?

It’s been quite a while since I participated in an interschool chess tournament. For the whole week it has been chess, chess and nothing but chess. On Monday I took quite a lot of bedtimes to revise some chess tactics.. and that’s when I realized how precious time is, and how last minute high leveled procrastination just doesn’t work.

Nyways.

On the first day, I could confidently say that I played like spectacular shit. It was terrible. I was unconfident in my abilities, fatigued from sleeplessness, and stressed from being the 2nd board player. wow. If this was STPM and my performance was like this.. then… *slits throat*

BUt then I guess, luck was on my side.

We played 2 games on the first day. Both my opponents were not strong. However, I blundered and almost gave them the win. Yet by sheer chance and willpower, grinding through nail and teeth I managed to win both games… by time.. lol.

So, lol I broke Alex’s record of being the last player to leave the battle scene.

The next day.. one could say that I learnt my lesson. After going home I took a long rest and came the next day fresh.. the result was 1 win 1 lost 1 draw. LOL Team MBS came out 3rd. mmmmm. No matter.. what matters is we qualify for MSSKL XD

After the team events, it was bliss.

I felt 4710923847kg lifted off my shoulders.. and being naturally 59kg. I started to become lighter than air and accelerated upwards against gravity =.=". hehehe. Well, for the individual’s events, I wasn’t really that concerned because I thought I could simply play.. and that it was better I didn’t win.. STPM is more important.. so I focused on having fun rather than winning.. amazingly enough I played much better.. not exactly what I wanted but lol. Actually my main mission for the 2 days of the individual events was to promote the MBSSKL 2nd Annual Open Chess tournament as much as possible. I felt it was the least I can do. And besides, it was a great opportunity for me to sharpen my speaking and promoting skills. hehehe.. I had fun promoting the event for free. And oh eya.. on the first day of the individuals event i won 3 rounds and drew 1 round.. The 3 rounds I won was against 2 Malay guys and 1 Chinese guy surnmaed Chong as well. Then there’s the draw against Weng Sheng from Sri Cempaka.. Really good player.. felt lucky to draw.. lol.

On the 2nd day which was today.. well, I got to 2 wins.. 1 win against some guy from Sri Sentosa and another guy from Sri Hartamas.. (lots of Sris in the competition @@) and then.. kaboom.. LOL I was in the first board against kaoshao who was last year’s KL champ.. sure enuf I lost.. but sort of.. haihz I think I could’ve won.. but I overestimated the opponent I think.. and underestimated myself.. I could’ve drawed too.. if I didn’t make a few mistakes.. haihz. owell.. if I won I would’ve been champion.. LOL.. but well.. lesson learnt =) IN THE CASE OF OPPOSITE COLOUR BISHOPS, MOVE PAWNS OUT OF ENEMY PAWN’S REACH ASAP.. =P.. then run the KINg

EHEK

My Keyboard spoilt T=T.. now it can’t type gggggggggggg. haihz. everytime I need to press g I need to control+C.. swt swt

so anyway… (don’t feel like typing anymore wif this cacat keyboard @@)

I got 7th for individual event.. wow a new record.. XD And I qualify to represent zon Bangsar to MSSKL too .. woohoo.. never happen before.. lol.. Kuala Lumpur.. here I come!

(right after I finish my homework T.T)

18. 7. 9. who wants to buy 4D.. ngek ngek xD

Today was saringan at my school. MBSSKL.well, seems like I’m starting to finally treat it as my school. Not like the time when I just entered its gates as a fresh post SPM student. There was now an air of pride… not a haughty pride, but a special sense of pride and identity in place of that initial sense of rebellion. Now I sort of understood how Darryn and all the old boys feels for the school . The rules that I once scorned with contempt, are strangely inspiring now.

I’m learning to respect the school, and respect others.

I like the new me.

I once had the perception that MBS was very passive compared to its vibrant and passionate neighbour, VI. But I realize now that strength does not always have to be all thunder and blazes, or trumpets and french horns; it can be silent too… Strength.. the prize, can exist as talent, the strength to believe in one’s dreams, or even faith and hope in the face of adversity, in pursuit of happiness.

Speaking of happy.

The pursuit of happyness.. btw if you didn’t already know, is a film about Chris Gardner. A really inspiring guy. About 90418723048 times more than Bill Gates. I watched it yesterday night. Powerful. I salute you Chris!

Anyway.. coming back to the 9th of March. Wow, its March already? better start studying seriously. Mrs Ramani couldn’t go for the public speaking workshop at MCKL as much as she wanted to. But she did bid me good luck and told me I better win the trip to England because she’s got her list of stuff to buy from England ready.. swt.. lol

Ran around some errands throughout the sports events. Chow Thye emerged 2nd overall?! Awesome! Way to go guys, though the competition was stiff, but you guys never gave up. What sportmanship, what a show! salute! xD

Played a few chess games. With Jia Horng and Chi Loong. Then later Puan Ng approached me to call the embassies. So, the time has finally come. It was time to follow up on the 5 embassies that we visited earlier.

Although initally unconfident, I decided to give it a try anyway. And so after summoning all the good manners I can find in my brain. I dialled for the Australian Embassy.

Phew.. that wasn’t so bad. xD. It seems that the Australian Embassy will publish our competition invitation in its newsletter next week. For the subsequent few embassies, well, I didn’t manage to get a response, since it was lunch time. lol.

Later met Kevinkumar at the prefect’s room. Good thing he was there! We then went to see MR Wong for the contacts for all the embassies in Malaysia. MR Wong was with MR Giam in his private office. MR Wong was most helful as usual, willing to stop whatever he was doing to print the files for us. Kevinkumar later agreed to take care of the rest of the embassies by calling them during the holidays. With that, the embassy mission for the Civics and Welfare society could finally be considered accomplished. PHew.. =)

Went Koon Kei at Jln Petaling for Wantan noodles.. 4.50 for noodle and 1.20 for the drink. Hmm.. expensive? then went to dentist.. bad news? haihz. then it rained.. = =.. good think I got umbrella.. ngek ngek. xD

And I just spent 2 hours typing that too.

1001 nights and I’m still not asleep.

Exam week ended with a PA paper. Disaapointment.

Well well well, tomorrow’s a brand new day… as much as I want to take part in some of the sport events. Sad indeed that I can’t thanks to my leg. But hmm, on the bright side my leg is indeed recuperating, maybe can go for more vigorous sports soon. =)

I don’t know, just feel like keeping quiet these days.

Let’s zee what happened this week. Apart from exams I rearranged my room to make it more feng shui savvy. wowee, feng shui does have merit after all. I can now feel the chi flowing around me as I study. Inspiring and invigorating chi.. lol

And then there was the chess coaching session. It was surprisingly useful and good. I for once actually learnt some stuff from a chess coaching session. Just goes to prove that professional training is different in kind rather than degree compared to newbie training.

Choong Wah became a Christian this week. Well, what a surprise. NOwadays I play chess a lot.. with Choong Wah especially.. everyday after school.. at least one game.. sometimes with Jo Shua.. Well, Jo Shua sure is a patient guy, able to not get psyched by even worst case game conditions. While Choong Wah was well, Choong Wah. Often almost on par with my level. Teong Tee would act as observer.. and I sometimes wonder if she’d really improve watching us play.. [. [ ?

TOmorrow’s a new day.. saringan.. for sports as they call it. Looks like I have some business with my society again. We’re going to organize a recycle for charity competition.. hmm.. if all goes well, we’ll reach the plateau of A cocurriculum marks.

Haihz. I’m feeling down. Well, not very.. but a bit.

Went to Maybank today to get my ATM card renewed.. after waiting for 65 million years, a most ‘courteous’ lady had the audacity to tell me I needed to get my dad’s signature in order to get a new ATM card in a manner…as if I owed her 50, 000 ringgit, a perodua kancil and 3 pieces of goreng pisang. = =

So you think I wasted 0.8 minutes of ur life and 3.8 ATPs for lifting my application form and checking it? wtfish. I spent over an hour in front of your desk just waiting and counting customers and eavesdropping on office clerks chatting with their girlfriends. !!

**takes deep breath**

Oh well.

Having resolved that saying anything while angry never brings anything good. I decided to keep quiet.

Mmm.. I guess it was the right choice after all.. hehe

Going to call some embassies tomorrow.. hmmm good practice for Muet oral? lool..

Oh yeah, my picture appeared in the March issue of Seventeen magazine.. there was an article about my trip to South Africa.. it was really cool! I’m going to laminate it again. heee. But they spelt my name as Chia Jia Loon.. = -" swt

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Seventeen, it’s a mainly lifestyle magazine.. for teenagers. lol

I’m going off now. Nothing else to do but stuff that can’t be done on the computer.

Peace out.

Seing that all things that flow in trickles end up in the big sea, I should just type with a trickling unending as well…

The 2007 Chinese New Year has almost come to an end. A storm in a teacup? or the straw that broke the camel’s back?

Very much the latter.

Ghoulishly reminiscient of yesterholidays, this one has come and pass too. Just like that. And so, hence, I’m sick of this.

Live life to the fullest everyone, it’s the most inspiring thing I could think of right now.

Peace.

Beyond these walls, our mission awaits;

Up and away the two layered gates;

Gurkha guards and magnetic doors;

Towards Jalan Ampang therein our shores…

EMBASSIES!

Once upon a time in a place unmarred by the hustle and bustle of good and evil striving towards the equilibrium of money but only existing to satisfy those who have built it.

(Today at my school)

A big giant saucer like thought grinded through my heart as I traveled at the speed of positron dispersions to and fro from the class to the spot of flashing light in marvelous simple harmonic motion capturing bromine films in all its excellence in photosensitivity.

(I had multiple photo taking sessions}

haiz, it’s so difficult to make simple stuff complicated.. can’t believe Avril has the kind heart to sing about things being complicated. Infantile d’etat.

Anyway.

Today I attended a number of phototaking sessions. It was fun to have one’s picture taken.

After school today however, the serenic routine of everyday after school times, took a crumpling like a piece of paper. =="

Well you see, my society was charged with a mission to promote Malaysia’s biggest open chess tournament - The MBSSKL 2nd Annual Open Chess tournament. Well what’s so hard about doing promotions you might ask? Yeah, most of you are probably cringing at the edge of your seat with your hands in motion imagining that you’re telling me of your hours of experiences as a promoter in Jusco or Time Square or the wet wet shop or in Giordano.. etc. I can understand that. And I really wished it was that simple. However, our mission was clear, we were to promote this event to other countries by going to embassies.

Oh brother.

The thought of entering one of those heavily fortified mansions were daunting as hell. What if the guards decided to fire at us? Take us as terrorists? What if the officials decided to take us in disbelief? What then? Will we fail? Will we be kicked out of every  embassy we try to enter?

Seriously, my initial thought was a GIANT DANCING SINGING

yes.

..

..

Even the teachers were smiling in insecurity when we told them we were setting off to the embassies. They offered their "good luck!s" as if we were setting on some task that was unlikely to succeed, as if they have tried a thousand times and have been turned down, as if they have nothing better to do than to send students out into such closely guarded and high level organizations as one of a high commission, the residence of the plenipotentiary.

But I understood, there was a reason.

I mean, who better to do the job? What is a school without its students? If teachers were to do all the job, then who’s school would it be then? Only the teachers? Where would be the sincerity of it? Is not the sight of earnest and sincere students knocking and asking for help at one’s door; appealing for help at one’s power to grant, one that is able to touch, inspire, and imbue us all..

with awe?

maybe. =)

I will tempt fate then…

I consider myself very fortunate for the support of my fellow civic and welfare society committee members. Kee Pok, Wen Ling, and Kevinkumar especially, and unexpectedly Chee Hen. Much appreciation!

So, we then prepared the documents, hastily having colected all that we need from Pn Ng Choy Har. I could tell she had done her best to help us out too, from giving advise to helping us prepare the letters. Much appreciation!

And then there was the good ol’ proton Waja that Kevinkumar drove to school just for the occasion. Much appreciation!

lol appreciationz.

We set off towards Jalan Ampang promptly after I was finished with the President’s Council photo taking session.

In the car, we sorted out the documents by embassies as Kevinkumar navigated through the soggy and hot KL traffic jams…

We kept our eyes open and the first embassy we saw was the US embassy. Yikes long Q of people seeking to make their VIsa. bye US embassy.

We continued driving and took a left turn, and it was as if we entered a different dimension… as if Malaysia reverted back to its colonial times, we saw huge mansions, simply grand, like castles from fairy tales… and cars.. some of them had red number plates… what red number plates? That’s a diplomat! follow that car!

broom broom

After following that car for some distance, hoping that it will lead us to an embassy, we realized that we have penetrated deeper and deeper into the diplomat residential area. And it was then that we noticed the Albanian Embassy.

We stopped and tried to enter, a middle aged caucasian man confronted us. We stated our intentions and then he went into the building for awhile. The  embassy looked something like my aunty’s house.. @@. Anyway, a lady then came out to meet us, and then she went back in and a man came out to meet us. Being part of the diplomatic team this guy was much nicer than we expected. We spoke with utmost care and courtesy. FInally the man agreed to help us out, but said that he cannot promise anything. We were happy enough that he was willing to accept the invitation and documents. We then asked for his contact number. Then he knew we were serious about it. lol

Next we went to wisma Chinese Chamber, the Finland Embassy. It looked like a giant vault, and when we entered.. the air conditioning was divine. We done our deal and bid adieu. It went smooth too.

Just a few floors away was the Saudi Arabian Embassy. A well mannered receptionist was there to help us out. Here’s another giant vault. There were glass mirrors that people can only see one way, and metal detectors as well.

The Russian embassy was unfortunately closed, but with the help of the security guard, we managed to get the required contact number and got him to help pass our documents to the right officers.

Then it started raining.

The Australian embassy had the highest security measures. We were checked thoroughly before allowed entry. However the guards were friendly enough, the architecture within the building was great too. We finally finished our business there and moved on to pass some documents to a certain madam Janet at the Petronas Tower 1.

Mission accomplished! what a far cry this was to my initial fears of the unknown. Yep cjl u’re doing it rite alrite.

Chomping down kuihs of Zostokvadivabloom

Smell the armpits of doom And sharakarara kaboom kaboom mati

the innards of a kuih gone to Aplha Centauri

On a baboon taxi rajawali 

[hmmm this would sound great with stereo]

As Chinese New Year approaches, all things red begin to reincarnate themselves… Soon the legacy of an age old race will once again mark the bottom line on every chinese’s face, the way it always has since the time of our earliest ancestors.

My little adventure in MBS has ended. Experimenting with evil-selfish duality mentality indeed have, many results ayield. The onus of school life I humbly accept once more, its a sign to start studying.

History does repeat itself after all. And sometimes when it does, I’m glad for the mistakes I have done in the past. These past ‘good kuih gone wrongs’ flocculate in my cerebral cortex, in the form of a giant cinema screen… reminding me of what I should do. Some people, certain manipulative, selfish, and deceptive people..  are idiots indeed. These people think that the entire biosphere are jerks that refuse to abide by their law.  The emphasis on the word idiot here is of course, one with spite and resentful connotations.

I believe that everything anyone has done before is possible to be done again. And that everything has a law that governs its effects, and that practicing to be effective can lead to perfection. All this I thank to my serendipituous stumble into the dopamine pit of PHYSICS. In physics we speak of things that are possible and things that are impossible based on our understanding of them. Ye say all things are fair in love and war? Me say all things are fair because the laws of love and war are there open to study, fool is the one who repels this knowledge.

Today during physics period I was basically not paying attention. Why should I? I already studied the entire chapter and almost finished the tutorial ahead of time. FINALLY I have caught up with my physics work, surprisingly I don’t feel that great jolt of happiness from accomplishing something. There could be several possibilities then, that I was hungry, or that my brain cannot feel joy from homework, or perhaps, that this achievement really wasn’t, THAT BIG A DEAL. = =". Poof, Jia Loon you gotta challenge yourself more. Completing homework is starting to become what flipendo is to Harry Potter. And we all know what happens to Harry Potter when he does flipendo don’t we. What, nothing? precisely Dr. Watson… mamak treat on me later at Edinburgh castle. 

Sometimes I noticed that after I’ve deposited some information into word form be it written or touch typed, I immediately feel that somehow the information from my brain vanished into urine. Again, with the philosopher’s stone in hand and Guan Gong’s staff in the other, I conclude that there must be several Recalibrated Eternally Applicable Somnambulistically Onerous NoteS (REASONS) ……… why….. this… is….happening…. to…. THE FIRST READER OF THIS SENTENCE. blek not u. =P

THe first Recalibrated Eternally Applicable Somnambulistically Onerous NoteS could very well be the fact that since writing is supposed to mirror the workings of the mind, writing in words of black and white, monotonous, boring lines of left to right, left to right for eternity, PROBABLY didn’t reflect how my mind or thinking really looked like. What is the shape of my thinking then? Well if my thinking had a mouth, and a tongue, and vocal cords, I bet it’d sure as hell would say in a melodic wail, DO I LOOK LIKE A PARAGRAPH TO YOU?

To that melodic wail, I’d most Probably, Politely, Reply.

"Only when I’m muscular hypertrophying" (gets slapped by own thinking) O.O"

Anyway

This is a rather valid reason.

Our thinking actually looks like cobwebs, and occasionally dandelions. It is very important to note here that when I attempted to transload my brain data to the form of a Mind Map, I experience nil information lost! This is truly, the hallmark channel of Astro, I mean, SYNchronization.

We’re all familiar with the term SYNchronization. What, you’re not? Though normally found as a physiologically demorphed, sexually incapable "synchronization" in most dictionaries, in this blog this word has been given the liberty to procreate, to eat from the tree of knowledge, and be banished from the garden of Eden, to litter on Plaza Rakyat, to come late to school, and use toilets. Hence, ladies and gentlemen, Enter, SYNchronization.

[Scroll down to enter the magical world of SYNchronization]

When two beings are synchronized, two things become one. Peter and Jane anyone? xD. But no, don’t run away yet. Seriously, mind maps I believe are the key to mental-paper dual core multi facet SYNchronization. Do we see things as merely WORDS in our mind?

NO

In our mind, we can see feel taste touch hear ANYTHING we want! It’s called imagination. Don’t believe me? I’ll give Tony Buzan a run for his money. nyek nyek nyek. Ladies and manlymen, Try this.

KUIH KOCI : see feel taste touch hear - the colour the texture the sweetness the juice the softness the soft munching and lumping of smooth green kuih skin

SEJARAH TEXT BOOK: see feel taste touch hear - the pictures the emotions of the characters the food the people ate the age old artifacts the songs from olden times

LOVER: see feel taste touch hear - no explanation required… xD

SYNchronization. SYN rhymes with SIN? mystery solved. xD

I’m a pragmatist by nature, so I don’t really mind what I imagine, as long as it helps me reach my purpose of remembering something. I rule my brain cells like Adolf Hitler!! I rawk, and Hitler rawks too.. LOL… just kidding.

As for the definition of a kuih, I believe that inside everyone of us is a little kuih maker =). This little kuih maker resides in our heart, and seeks to make the best kuih possible to be savoured by the world. What with all these search for meaning in life, to feel useful, nothing more, nothing more my friends! nothing more than a kuih maker’s humble plea to make the best kuih today!

The best kuih today…. ok students, please take exactly 1.500000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 minutes to think about this.

Yep,

as Jia Loon postulate hyperbolate narrate crap fart says. xD

I was playing badminton at SnM the other day. And then.. wham, my doubles partner Jia Horng landed a forehand smash right on my face.

Ouch.

oh well. Yea my face was bleeding. limped to the washroom. Hurled my racket on the floor. washed a little. Rested a little. Then analyzed the damage…

Good thing for glasses, my right lens was totally smashed. some cuts and bruises below my eye. Lucky thing my eyeballs were intact.

And then.

I continued playing.. lol

Badminton’s tough to play when you can’t judge the placing of the shuttlecock. Try playing with only one eye… lol

On a lighter note, this week I’ll be attending the windows vista launch at the KLCC convention center, then later some treasure hunt stuff, and yea.. my death note 2 download completed.. whee~

Study Jia Loon Study!

How fast perceptions change.

The best way to do anything is to do one’s best.

How easy everything else compares to overcoming oneself.

If happiness is a brainwave, then it’s particular frequency is the key to the music industry’s growth.

Sad indeed that overcoming passions have been for me an end rather than a means. Happy though that I realized it.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Yea to those who didn’t get to read my last post it was actually coz I deleted it. Figured it was too rascist you see. Good PA student am I. yep. Anyway after the incident, my parents have resolved to fetch me every morning instead of me walking. I guess I must’ve really hit the worry mark on my parents’ cerebral cortex from that event. I wouldn’t say it was all for the worse though. Much ATP saved from walking the dark mile.

The ultimate end.

To it I shall strive.

To it I shall drive.

From it my strength derive.

Cease not till I arrive…

After reading an inspiring newspaper article I’ve decided to set a new goal for myself. To study in an elite overseas university. Local uni… erm.. save u for Plan Z.

For now, I’ll just do my best. Improve the quality of my everything and what not.

Financial stability normally translates to Mr. What’shisname who raises chickens in Kelantan winning a million bucks because TMnet likes it.

While the rest of the pseudo free world sway in scynchronized jealousy..

I couldn’t help but sway as well.

If I have a million bucks, the first thing I’d do is to own several Mcdonald’s or KFC franchises in the urban areas.

That should keep a steady influx of cash.

Would I still need to study? If it is for the sake of money, then it is a dubious no of course. But I would still be studying… yes I will, because the little 8 year old kid in my Sinoatrial node likes knowledge… yes he does.

Analogy anyone?

The world is the little kid’s oyster farm, and the kid gives pearls to life itself.

The kid just woke up not too long ago actually… it happened when his future self discovered him.

Omniscience.

One day science will trump economics. Money will become extinct.

One day all things that are good now will be considered bad.

One day people will be able to live with the full knowledge that nothing lasts forever

3 days in total to change the world.

When that happens…

what will be harder to find? money? knowledge? energy? genes? time? or life? What will be the limiting factor that will become the new double edged sword of power?

Good things will be replaced by even better things. That is simple primate knowledge. But for now, all things that are good are good. End of discussion. That which may be better, which lay in the shadows of this dimly lit room, most people cannot see it. It’s evil you know. Mankind fears what he does not understand after all. Cowards we are now.

And then of course, the overture of a more accurate truth, will leave many a minds paralyzed for ten thousand days and unable to defend oneself. The houses of wolves would be made ornate with their skulls and appendages.

One question remains though. You can stop reading now, this question is just for me.

Should I become an inventor and harvest the pearls from this sea of oysters? [o|@]^~> have I returned. . .

The long awaited holidays have come and gone and disappeared into thin air.

Sadness.

Oh well, google "happy quotes".. XD

I’m in an ambivalent state, to blog. Everything is, meaningless. I think I’m, mildly depressed.

Oh hey, I smell roast chicken.. # #…

Looking back the road I’ve trodded,

the tides have ebbed,

Bah,

I see a highway full of diamonds, with no one to pick them up

I see a straight A student lost on a deserted island for 50 years

I see a baby surrounded by ravenous hungry wolves in the snow

Aih,

Nothing’s changed

When the sunset rises at the wrong time

When the earth leaks oxygen

That’s the time

I feel inflicting me now…

=(

aih,

what should I do.. ..

maybe I shouldn’t post this

but I guess there’s a first time for everything.