Sheep happens.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

my desktop

finally after a few months or so without clearing my desktop, i made an effort to clean it up.

BEFORE:




















it actually wasnt that bad, but lol. and so i worked on my desktop to make it look more "presentable"

AFTER:




















the result, i must say, wasnt too bad! look i even arranged the folders nicely to form a "JO".

haha. i seriously have no life.

and guess what i have been up to!

take a closer look at the "O" in the "JO"

























you know i'm having fun.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

more vids

for the sports fan.



and the baseball fan.

another one! pretty funny, this

Monday, April 24, 2006

monday.

couldnt go to school today. jaws hurt in the morning. ugh. i really need some rest huh.

i woke up hungry and everything. nothing i could do but eat porridge. just then my mum was going out to buy something, and i asked her to buy a filet-o-fish for me. just for the sake of trying to eat.

while she was away i was cleaning my boots. gah. it was the most frustrating thing i have done. i literaly whacked the boots upside down and yet all the crap from the island couldnt go off. so i ended up using the hose.

yeah baby. i owned the boots.

then my ma came home with a DOUBLE filet-o-fish.






X2










cool enough. i cut it into pieces with a knife.

"Rahh!! Eat that you little..." slash. chop. shred.

shred. chop. slash. *pours chilli sauce*









look ma, knife!









didnt feel too bad venting my anger and everything onto a poor filet-o-fish. thank goodness the fish was already dead before it came to me.

i believe i am the first human to use a spoon to eat a burger and discovery channel should make a documentary about me and my amazing how-to-eat-a-burger-with-a-spoon technique.







my show.
wanna watch?


















and if you know anyone who's done it before, tell me.

i'm gonna eat him/her up with a spoon coz he/she has just ruined my contract with discovery channel.

neways i finished the slashed, chopped and shredded burger. couldnt bite so i swallowed the whole thing. shred by shred. not bad. could use more cheese though.

so after that i went to the hospital again for a follow-up. not bad. doc said i'm doing fine. the nurse was from rjc! woot. so smart. really have to thank the people at mount A dental. they really rock! they were all friendly and caring and stuff. a gazillion thanks to them!

before going to the hospital i was still clinging on to that string of hope. just clinging on. maybe a miracle could happen. maybe i could play again next week.

after hospital, all hope was taken away.

but i managed to find another string. much thinner, but it'll do.

i've got a week to recover.

people tell me that miracles do happen. and i believe them. i believe i can recover on time.

i believe i can fly.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

ugh.

reality has just begun to sink in.

i won't be eating proper food for six weeks.

i won't be playing sports for the next three months.

i won't be playing together with the guys in the finals.

i won't be playing in the team again officially.

i can't describe this feeling. i don't even know how i feel now.

ugh.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

over.

it was the last pitch.

walked away to the right. it was then i saw it through the corner of my eye. something was coming towards me, as if it was charging for my face. i tried to turn away.

it was then i felt the impact. it was as if i was in another dimension. everything was a blur.

i fell to the floor in a heap. i couldnt remember what happened next, i just knew they were taking me to the hospital.

it hurt like mad. way too painful. took x-rays and blablabla. thanks to the people at the dental place. they were all friendly and stuff.

i couldnt think of anything when the doctor told me i couldnt play. i just cried.

season's over for me.


thanks to everyone who helped in any way, and thanks to you guys for winning the match.

my last ever game ball for team CH. go for it guys.

Friday, April 21, 2006

chao ji bian bian bian

CL prelim 1 is OVER.

yes you read it right AGAIN! CL prelim 1 paper is OVER.

i shall cease to be chinesy.

and yeah we got thru =)

Thursday, April 20, 2006

EL prelim 1. OVER.

yes you read it right. my 1st ever prelim paper is over! chinese tomorrow though..

so i'll be chinesy, just for one day maybe.

and yeah basketball won it again. too bad i couldnt watch the match.

i was in school. at chinese remedial. blah.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

not just a game

Everything was like a dream. They had won. He glanced at the ball resting upon his palm, and then looking back at the diamond, everything flowed back to him in an instant.

They were down all the way till the fifth inning. 6-2. Everything seemed to be slipping away from their fingers. Slowly, but surely. The crowds were leaving. They were letting go of the few strands of hope that were left, thinking that there was nothing the team could do to turn the tables. The reserves in the dugout were still clinging on, silently praying. They had to hold their opponents down, or their odds of winning would be much slimmer. Much, much slimmer.

He stood right there at the circle, gazing seriously at the target. He had been trying his best for the last few innings, and there was no reason for him not to continue doing so. He let his mechanics take over and pitched the ball in. His aim was true, and the ball shot right into the glove for a strike. One, he thought, let's give him another one then. Once again he pitched, and he was greeted by a loud sound. The batter had hit the ball right to the 3rd baseman, who almost immediately threw him out.

One down. Two more to go.

He went back into the circle. The next batter had come up. Just do it, he thought. Before he knew it, he had struck the batter out. A loud cheer came from among the spectators. Maybe there was still hope after all.

Two down. One more. Just that one more.

Again he went on to pitch. One strike. One ball. Subsequently, another strike and two more balls came in. Full count. No way he was going to let the batter win the battle. He looked around him and saw many grim faces upon his teammates. He had to win this.

He pitched.

An iron grip gripped him as the batter turned on the ball and made contact. What had he done? He turned around and saw the center fielder going for the drive. Could he make the catch?

The center fielder ran and ran, tracking the ball down, catching the ball on the run.

The stands almost erupted. He let out a huge sigh of relief, silently thanking God in his heart. He had no religion, but he believed that there was an almighty being watching over them.

To the bottom of the inning, and they had to give chase. Never did they know that it was going to be the greatest chase of their lives.

The 7th batter was leading off, and truth to be told, he was right in the middle of a slump. He had not even gotten a hit for the past three games, and he was considered extremely lucky even to be playing. His past few games were a nightmare. Error upon error filled his statistics, and the number of k's on the scoresheet had increased by a considerable amount.

The first pitch came in, and he made contact. The ball sailed steadily over the infield, hitting the ground just before the outfielder could grab it. A single. The crowd cheered.

The 8th batter was up. He hit the ball too, much to the spectators' delight. The runner, taking the chance, ran to 3rd base and dived. He was safe on the play. Now chasing up on the runs felt all too possible. All too possible.

It was disappointing when the 9th batter grounded out, but the run on 3rd base scored.

One run in. Three more to tie.

The 1st batter went up and greeted the pitch with a flawless swing. The ball drove it's way right into the outfield, evading the opponent's defense. An RBI double. The opponents were beginning to lose confidence.

Two runs in. Two more to tie.

The 2nd batter, much to the crowd's dismay, grounded out. The runner was still stranded on 2nd base.

Two down. Two more runs. Was it possible?

The 3rd batter went up all ready to hit. He guarded his zone all the way until a full count, and finally hit a slow roller to 3rd base. They thought it was the end. The 3rd baseman threw the ball, and it was dropped by the 1st baseman. The game was still alive. The opponents' morale was rock bottom now.

Then the 4th batter came up. One hit was all he needed. He swung on the first pitch, and hit a drive. The shortstop missed it and it went all the way to center left. A 2 RBI double.

Four runs in. The game was tied.

The fifth batter came up and picked up a k, but that did not matter the smallest bit. They had tied the score. After that, everything was a blur. They had beat their opponents in the tie-breaker.

Reality sank in, as once again, he set his gaze upon the ball.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

whatcha think

really cool eh

Friday, April 14, 2006

afterthoughts.

after the loss i had been reflecting upon myself.
have i been conscious of my mental state throughout the season?

the answer, sad to say, is that i've only been thinking to a certain extent.

yes, i have been thinking. yes. i have been conscious of my mental state. well, at least when i'm batting. i catch the feeling when i'm hitting, and i reapply that same approach to every at bat this nationals. the only out in the nationals i had was against ri, and dude, i know where i went wrong then. i was thinking too much; thus the pop. worse still, it was the first pitch. blah. but that was a whole load off my shoulders. my 10 for 11 now isn't really that bad, is it?

no, i haven't been thinking. no. i have been half-conscious about the state of my mind while fielding. honestly i've only begun to pick up on my pitching since the acs game. but i cannot pitch at a fast pace. tough to adjust. slow pace works wonders for me. what should i do?

ah well. playing ball ain't all about the pennant yeah.

gotta keep movin'

CH v ACS(I)

CH 2 - ACS(I) 8

2 for 2, 1 triple 1 single. 2RBI

3-4 innings pitched

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

CH v RI

Nationals Top 8 Match 1
CH 6 - RI 4

0 for 1. F6.
5 innings pitched.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

VIDEOS !!

here are some videos.. thanks yao, ben and marc..



i got this on tape.


ben and marc crappy!


my sac fly against montfort

cool vids, aren't they?

Friday, April 07, 2006

CH v MSS

score: CH 8- MSS 7

5 innings pitched. 2BB 1HPB ??SO

2 for 2, 1 single, 1 double, 1 sac fly

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Singapore: A Fantastic City

People overseas deem Singapore as a driveling city, filled with people whose sole purpose in life is to work ten hours a day in the office. Worse still, many people overseas do not even know about the existence of a country called Singapore! Yet, this is forgivable. I am very much assured that the majority of the people in Singapore do not even know the existence of this country called Namibia. What do I have to say?

The cosmopolitan city of Singapore, contrary to popular beliefs, is an exuberant city. The people here live with an unrestrained enthusiasm, for want of better lives for them and their kin. White-collar workers working till midnight just to earn that bonus, or even students mugging for the 'O' levels; the "work hard" attitude is everywhere.

Despite the hustle and bustle of life in Singapore, one would have no difficulties trying to find a peaceful place to loosen up. Parks are everywhere in Singapore. Lush greeneries, extraordinary views and beaches. One would instantaneously fall in love with the peace and quiet, engulfed in the beauties of Nature. Speaking of nature, one would never fail to see trees lining the sidewalks of Singapore. A clean and green environment indeed.

On the other hand, Singapore is a place where diverse cultures converge to form something entirely unique. Here, it a common for one to see people of many different races mixing around; something hard to find in certain countries. Credits go to the government for promoting racial harmony and social cohesion among the people while the country was still developing.

Singapore had over 17.4 million tourists in the year 2005, a staggering number for a country so small. What makes tourists love Singapore so much? Some say Orchard Road, some say City Hall, but the fact is that tourists just love the food here. Am I right? Delightful cuisines of all kinds can be found here in Singapore, regardless of whether it is Indian, Chinese, Malay, Western, Thai or Japanese food. One would have no problems finding the kind of food that they like. Food from the hawker centres do not lose out much to the so-called "high-class" hotel food, and these delicacies costs merely a few dollars at most. What more could one ask for?

Another thing that is unique to Singapore is the transport system. It is convenient for one to go to anywhere in Singapore, it being such a small country with such an efficient transport system. Everywhere you go in Singapore, bus-stops and MRT stations are always a common sight. If one is in a hurry, taxis are always available for hire, and one would reach the intended destination in the span of half an hour at most.

Indeed, Singapore is a fantastic city, is it not?

Sunday, April 02, 2006

beatitude no.3

"Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth." Such goes the third beatitude, the topic of today's sermon. As of every beatitudes sermon, Rev Phua was preaching.

So, what is the definition of being meek?

Firstly, meekness goes along the identical connotations of being poor in spirit. Truth to be told, I missed out on the link while taking the notes down. Maybe you could help?

Secondly, being meek is not just to be compromising on the surface. In fact it requires much more complex things. Meekness requires character. Characters that are desirable by God's standards!

In today's society, people are educated based along the lines of the "survival of the fittest". Even though competition is essential for development, this "survival of the fittest" truly undermines the true meaning of meekness. Being meek, by the present society's standards, is a sign of weakness; a sign that portrays the uncompetitiveness in the particular individual. But wait. If the "survival of the fittest" truly applies to us. Why do lambs still exist? They are totally defenceless, aye? The answer to the question, is that God protects them.

I wrote in my notes, "Being meek ain't being weak! It's just about being susceptible to negative changes around you which are caused by others, without any violent reactions." Indeed, my phrasing does carry a certain magnitude of error, but I certainly wish that the message is sent across through the two sentences. One more thing, the meek are righteous and just.

Being meek truly ain't being weak. People who trust that God protects them, turns the other cheek for others to hit. This trust is the key factor to true meekness. Those who retaliate are, in fact, the ones who show signs of weaknesses.

Anger. Just one simple word, yet it can cause disastrous effects. Anger, which sad to say, few are able to suppress, will eventually lead to inclinations towards evil deeds. Somehow, it is actually not wrong to say that anger is one of the roots of evil. Just look in the newspapers and tell me. Has there been a day when no one commits crimes through anger?

You may question, "Hey! Jesus was angry when He saw the people settling transactions in the sanctuary!" Well, anger is necessary sometimes. ONLY for the right cause. Not because your brother ate your share of doughnuts, and not because your sister called you some names. You dig?

Anyways, Pastor Luke left me with some food for thought. He joined our class this morning and phew. His questions were thought-provoking and truly insightful. Very nice!

I don't know why, today's service felt exceptionally good. I was full of smiles, and I could not find a reason for that, but yeah. I am going to be early for every service. I want to experience the elation again.

That joy, that feeling. How I wish.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCELYN!!