Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Birthday Wishlist =)

I know I know, my birthday isn't for a month and a half, but my wish list this year has some pretty expensive items on it and... you know... givin' y'all some time to save up XD.

Anyway, most of this stuff is computer or car related... the rest are randoms that I came up with while writing this XD.

TOP 5~!

1. Razer Lycosa/ Lycosa mirror, Microsoft Sidewinder X6 keyboard - RM 250+ http://www.moresales.com.my/catalog/entry/zccjjnoq.shtml

2. Plantronics ExplorerR 340 Bluetooth Headset or something similar- RM 80+

3. A good pair of Headphones w/Mic Preferably with 5.1 or 7.1 - RM 200 - 300+
EXAMPLES: http://www.moresales.com.my/catalog/entry/wjwdyizi.shtml

4. A nice sound card for those Headphones to mate with ;) - RM69

5. Razer Abyssus mouse - RM 100+


Any PC game you'd think I'd like XD

DINNER! Take me out =3

MONEH! I am not a picky person, if you really tak tau what to buy me, just give me cash. I know what I want to buy XD

A date. 4 srs u gaiz...

A nice book/comic that you think I would be interested in reading. I need a nice book to read... the last one I got was from Mark Tan like 2 birthdays ago about the Gurkha, that was pretty awesome.

Empty DVDs and CDs, could always use more of those.

Anything else that you think I might need or like to have la... You all know me right? I hope...

Okay, so that's my wish list. As you can see, my top 5 are really expensive. I suggest getting like 4 or 5 people together... maybe even 6 and get me one of the expensive ones. The ones near the top are the ones I want the most, so think about going for those la.

Alternatively, you could all chip in and pass me the money so that I can buy it myself. Like if you can only get, say, RM 200 or so, pass that to me and I will cover the rest to buy the gear. No need to get like 10 people to give RM30 just to buy me the keyboard XD

See how helpful I am? Giving you ideas on what to buy me and what I want, even helping you finance the purchase... wow... Hehehe, but it is for me la, so I put effort.

Don't worry, when your birthdays come I will also do my best to get you what you want. Birthdays come only once a year right? Make the most of them and ask for all the things you want! XD

Thanks for at least considering getting me these things, and I TOTALLY understand if you can't, them be some expensive shit yo.

Again, THANK YOU~!!!! =D =D =D

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Epic day...

The sun was beating down; you could cut the tension with a knife. The majestic colors of blue and white were everywhere, along with mixed splashes of dark blue and blood red. It was the annual KL State Drill competition.

It was a day that many of the boys and girls of the 10th Kuala Lumpur Company had been training for. For months they toiled away, under the hot sun, even after they had spent an entire day in school or BB. They had given so much for only 15 minutes of drill. The bled, they sweat, they ached together and now... The day had come.

First up were the Junior squads. They young boys and girls of 10th KL were nervous, for some, this was their first competition, their first time showcasing their drill in front of an audience and the prospect of doing such scared them. But as they stood there having their uniform checked, they knew that this was what they had trained for. They had given so much for this day, so they were determined not to let their nerves get to them. As they went to get ready to go out, their officers came over to offer encouragement and help to calm their young hearts. They told them not to worry about what the results would be, or who would win, but to focus on giving it their best shot and doing it for God. Before they went out, they said a prayer of thanksgiving and asked God to go with them and keep them focused. As their commander, Chanan Loh, led them out into the sun to perform, they held their heads high and kept their minds focused on the task at hand. They went through the sequence to the best of their abilities. Chanan commanded his squad from the front with authority and firmness. All their training had boiled down to this, and they had pulled all the stops in their performance. When they had finished, they all let out a sigh of relief. The anxiety was over, they had done their job. Now all that was left was to wait for the results. For the Seniors though, the tension was far from over.

After receiving their instructions on where to fall in for their uniform inspection, SGT Daniel Chew and PVT Luke Chan got their squads together and fell them in at their respective positions. They were ready. They had spent the entire morning making sure every boot was buffed to a mirror shine and every belt shone like it was made of gold. They were ready. As they stood under the sun at attention, their expressions were those of determination. Each of them had to mentally prepare themselves for this great undertaking. They were ready.

SGT Daniel's squad was the first of all the company's squads to compete. As they stood at attention at the ready area, their captain, Captain Esther Chew, came over to the tent. She came to give them encouragement, to inspire them, to give them the confidence that they were ready. They had trained long and hard for this, and now the time had come. After a final prayer, offering the result to God and asking Him to give them the concentration and the peace to compete at their best, they set out. They marched, they saluted, they wheeled, they changed their facing, they slow marched, they gave it their all. As they drilled each of them had an expression of pure determination and concentration. They knew what they had to do and they did it to the best of their abilities. They put on an excellent performance, but was it enough? They were competing with some of the best drillers in the state, in the country even.

PVT Luke's squad was third. After a similar motivational speech from their Captain, they too went out to do their best. This squad was made up of the more green of the members, some of them in their first year of BB even. They were young and inexperienced, but they were just as confident and determined as the first squad. They too wanted to prove something, that they were contenders, that they were not to be underestimated. They gave it their best and no one could tell them otherwise.

After all the squads had finished presenting their sequence, it was time for the judging. The whole state held its breath as the results were announced. The suspense was palpable. First up were the results for the Junior squads. For the past eight years, 10th KL's juniors had always been the best, in uniform, commanding, and in drill. It was a legacy that went back all the way to when their officers were juniors, back in 2002, when the Junior squad of the time had swept up all the awards for best drill, best uniform, and best commander. Was this the year the legacy ended? Had they done enough? Were they able to continue this great legacy of junior drillers? The announcer spoke, " And the winner of this year's junior drill competition is... 10TH KL!" The legacy continued. The young members of the 10th Kuala Lumpur Company had retained their crown. They were all smiles as they went down to collect their trophies and shield. Chanan held it proudly in his left hand as they returned to await the results for the best commander, another accolade which had been retained since the time the author of this article won it in 2002. The announcer spoke," And the award for Best Junior Commander goes to... none other than... 10TH KL!" The sweep was complete. The plucky juniors of the 10th Kuala Lumpur Company had done it again. Chanan Loh marched up proudly to collect his award. His officers looked on with great pride as well as he returned to the squad and waited for the senior results.

The seniors had been watching the whole time, and were also extremely proud of the juniors, but were anxious to find out the results of their competition. The announcer spoke, " And the first runner up for the senior section drill competition, the first squad that will represent Kuala Lumpur state at this year's Pesta in Penang is... 3RD KL!" The hearts of the 10th KL drill squads sank. 3rd KL were extremely good drillers and had put on an amazing performance, and still only got first runner up, did they even stand a chance? They had seen the other squads perform, 1st KL had put on an equally superb show and were favorites to win. Did the 10th KL squad, which had worked so hard for so many days and weeks, stand a chance against the Boys of the 1st? The announcer spoke again, “And the champions, of this year's KL State Drill competition and the final team that will represent the state in this year’s Pesta is..." The crowd held their breaths, you could almost hear a bird's heartbeat; the wind rustled the leaves of the trees.


An almighty roar erupted from the crowd as they heard the news. They had done it! They had come out champions! All the sweat, blood, and tear that they had shed, had finally born the fruit that it deserved. Their officers embraced each other and some even shed a few tears, it was a beautiful moment. It was an epic moment, a once in a lifetime moment for some. They had done it. As each one marched out to claim their trophies, the look on their faces said it all. They were ecstatic. As SGT Daniel went out to collect his trophy and the shield, everyone could see the happiness on his face. He had put so much into this, and now he was reaping the rewards. He returned to his squad, the shield held firmly in his left hand.

The competition was over, as the state commander gave the commands to fall out, the whole of the 10th Kuala Lumpur company let out a shout of jubilation. It had been an amazing day. They had come unsure of whether they had done enough, and now were holding the proof that, yes, they had. As the entire company bowed their heads in prayer, one of the veterans of that fateful day in 2002, W/O Mark Tan, said a prayer of thanksgiving to the One that had made all this possible, the Lord God Almighty. They gave thanks for the energy that He had provided during practice, and for the peace He had granted to the drillers during the competition, and finally, His grace that allowed them to win those most prestigious of titles.

As the victors took their group photos and celebrated, the three remaining veterans from 2002, W/Os Mark Tan and Eunice Lim and Staff-Sergeant Ian Cheah, stood and watched with pride. The torch had been past. A new generation had come to take it up. The author was among the three, and as on a personal note, the feeling of seeing those members in such great joy is something that cannot be written down or expressed. I am extremely proud to have contributed to this achievement and hope that I will continue to be able to do so for many years to come.

Sure and Stedfast till I die,
Staff-Sergeant Ian Cheah,
Proud member of the Tenth Kuala Lumpur Company of the Boys' Brigade in Malaysia

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Wow... It has been a LONG time...

It has been a long long time since I updated...

Well, nothing much to say actually, that's kinda why I haven't updated...

But I will say this:

How to train your dragon was awesome, I miss you :), I wanna go out somewhere, I am pretty bored, and I am proud of all of you ;)


Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year

It's Over! 2009 is dead and gone, 2010 is here!

It's been a Roller Coaster year, here are some of the things that happened to me, in order of time.

- Got betrayed :/
- Bootcamp!
- Went to Doulos =D
- Came back from Doulos =(
- Birthday with mah friends
- Started to get closer to Ashy, Sarah, Eunice, and Carmen :)
- Went back into college...
- Award's day! Promotions and Badges
- Forgivness :)
- Band Camp! NCO Retreat!

Hehehe, so yeah, that's what I remember from last year. What stuck in my head la at least :)

Monday, November 30, 2009

When you really have too much time on your hands...

Situational analysis:

3 Guys

The Gardens Midvalley

Too much time

Not enough money


This is the formula that was presented to Mark Tan, Maka and myself on Saturday. What are the likely outcomes?

Well, logically we could go look at phones, Apple products, grad a coffee at Starbucks and talk, check out the different stores that are available, you know, logical mall things to do. But what did WE do?

We watched Transformers 2 on Blue Ray in the Sony store for like... half an hour. Then we went to Robinsons and tried to find the most expensive items for sale. The winner? A mattress that cost... wait for it... RM 40,000! I mean COME ON! My CAR is only worth 27k and you people are selling a MATTRESS for 40k? Seriously? The runners up were ( Listed in order of most sensible to downright outrageous) : A crystal center piece priced at RM2,200, a electric Espresso maker priced at RM3,600, an electric mixer priced at RM4,000 and, the piece de resistance? A freaking toaster priced at RM1,500. Why do i find this so ridiculous? Well, because the bread you are putting into it cost at most RM0.30 per slice... For RM1,500 this toaster better turn them into gold man...

So yeah, what we do when we have too much time. But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun :)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Love < Lust

Taken from Christine's blog in 07. Heh, so long ago... yet more relevant today then ever.

First Corinthians 13 is called the love chapter, and it will help you spot genuine love in a world that's full of the counterfeit. I simply love this chapter.


1. Love is patient.
2. Love is kind.
3. Love does not envy.
4. Love does not boast.
5. Love is not proud.
6. Love is not rude.
7. Love is not self-seeking.
8. Love is not easily angered.
9. Love forgives others.
10. Love hates evil.
11. Love rejoices in the truth.
12. Love always protects.
13. Love always trusts.
14. Love always hopes.
15. Love always perseveres.
16. Love never fails.
17. Love is unending.
18. Love is enduring.
19. Love is faithful.
20. Love is commitment.


1. Lust can't wait; it's impulsive.
2. Lust is critical; it wants it's own way.
3. Lust seeks more than it earns.
4. Lust builds up self no matter who it hurts.
5. Lust is easily threatened.
6. Lust is disrespectful.
7. Lust is demanding.
8. Lust is moody and lashes out.
9. Lust says vengeance is mine.
10. Lust does anything to get its own way; it rationalizes.
11. Lust encourages lies and tries to hide sins.
12. Lust doesn't care who it hurts; it wants it's own way.
13. Lust is jealous and suspicious.
14. Lust says, you blow it, you're out.
15. Lust backs out when times are rough.
16. Lust stops when self isn't served.
17. Lust lasts just a moment then flickers away.
18. Lust is insecure.
19. Lust will cheat on you.
20. Lust is not trustworthy.

I can only pray the I will live more in LOVE then in LUST. It's hard sometimes... when things have been going bad, when I'm depressed, sometimes I live in lust and that is a very dangerous thing. It's easy to fall into sin... easy to make mistakes... easy to hurt people you care about...

I have realized of late that I am in desperate need of God's healing and God's grace and guidance. I need to go back to Him, to run to Him when I am tempted.

"So let God work his will in you. Yell a loud no to the Devil and watch him scamper. Say a quiet yes to God and he'll be there in no time. Quit dabbling in sin. Purify your inner life. Quit playing the field. Hit bottom, and cry your eyes out. The fun and games are over. Get serious, really serious. Get down on your knees before the Master; it's the only way you'll get on your feet." James 4:7-10, The Message.

"Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you." 1 Peter 5:7, New Living Translation

"So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you and develops well-formed maturity in you." Romans 12:1-2, The Message

What else can I say? God's word lines it all up right there for us to see. When Satan comes a-knocking on the door of your heart, turn to the One who has told us that He will never leave us nor forsake us.

I am writing all this because my eyes have been opened. God works in mysterious and sometimes painful ways, and the way He worked this time is going to hurt me for a long time, but I thank Him so much for letting me suffer this because I know, with every fiber of my being, I know that He planned for it to happen and that His ways are above my ways, and because of that... I will come out of this a better man for Him.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A little story...

The rain was cold and sharp as it hit my face.

"Man, could've picked a better time for a walk..." I thought as I walked down the ramp to my apartment complex. "Then again, rain is nice, helps you think."

I continued down the gravel road towards the back gate of my community. Sri Wangsaria, I'd lived here since I was 7, it was familiar, it was comfortable, it was home. So many good memories, a few bad ones too. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to leave home, to strike out on one's own to find your own means of living, your own life to support. Ah, but that would come in due time, right now life was good.

I was 19, a student, and living with my parents, life was easy. I didn't need to worry about bills, or mortgages, or loans. I was a young man living life in the city of Kuala Lumpur without a care in the world. Life was good.

I splash my way out the gate and down Bangsar Hill towards Telawi street. "Should not have worn slippers..." I mutter as my bare feet get splashed with mud. It was a wet Wednesday evening and I was headed down to Telawi for some dinner. I had chosen to walk because I was trying to lose weight. Being 19 and overweight was not something that I enjoyed. For one, there was the teasing, for another, there was that thing about supposing to be at the peak of physical fitness and all that. So, onward i trudged. As I walked, different thoughts kept coming into my head.

As a lad of 19, the main topics for my day dreams and ponderings were rather predictable. It was either crushes, computer games, football, parents, or college. All of these ran through my head as I walked. I wondered whether I was making the right moves with the girl I fancied, whether she thought something could happen between us, whether I even had a shot, whether it was the right time. I noticed how much I had matured from being the boy who wondered if the girl like him or not, to the young man who looked at the situation more analytically. As I pondered these things my mind drifted to my upbringing. My parents didn't meet in the most romantic means, they actually met in a bar in Holland where my father was working as an oil rig engineer in the North Sea and my mom was a nurse in training. I thought about how unlikely it was that a Malaysian china boy would go to the Netherlands and land himself a beautiful woman. I thought about what was in store for me. If God was able to get my parents together, no matter how ridiculous the notion, He must have something similarly amazing in store for me.

Splash, another puddle, more mud. My train of thought got derailed. I saw a Manchester United crest on the back of a passing car and my mind immediately thought about how much I wanted them to win the Premier League this year and kick Liverpool off their stupid perch. We were level on domestic trophies with them, with both of us holding 18, and one more would dethrone them as the most successful club in England. As I ran through the forms of the different players and what I'd hope they'd be able to accomplish, I reached my destination. Devi's Corner Bangsar, one of the best mamaks around. I sat down and ordered my usual during my weight loss program: "Teh O' ais satu, kurang manis dan Tandoori chicken satu, dada ya." "Wokay boss!" The waiter replied. As I ate, I thought about random things and watched the TV they had. It was showing ads on what they called the "Teh Tarik Channel" I was bemused by the apparent lack of grammar and spell checkers that handled the ads. Did these people actually check for errors? Or did they just read it once and say, "Put it on, we need the money." ? Sometimes the laziness of Malaysian culture really irks me...

So after dinner I continued my walk back up the hill. By now it was getting pretty dark and the street lights were turning on. I saw a Starbucks and thought to myself, "There was a Starbucks just behind Devi's... why do the people up in Starbucks headquarters think that setting up two Starbucks within 2 minutes walk of each other will help them get money?" Then I remembered how lazy the populace had become in this modern age and deemed the decision valid.

Up the hill, water running down the sidewalk into the gutters that were probably filled with rats trying to stay dry and alive. The side of the road had become like a small river, flowing down with leaves floating on top like little ships. I thought about BB, about the place that molded me into the young man I am today. I thought about the people I had met, the friends I made, the things we'd been through, then, as the rain continued to hit my face, I thought of her.

She's only joined in 2007, but she had already made such an impact on the people in the Company, not necessarily in a good way. It's not that I wanted to think about her, it's just that it's hard not to after all that's happened between us. I mean, before she arrived, everything was pretty simple. She complicated things. I became stupid around her. I did things that I wouldn't usually do. What annoyed me the most was that I just couldn't way no. She was my kryptonite. All guys have a kryptonite and she was mine. I thought I was in love, I told myself I was. Then, everything came crashing down. My lofty palace of hope was smashed. My naive heart broken. It was no one's fault but my own. You don't get the privilege of blame when you deceive yourself. I had tricked myself into believing there was hope for her and I. Told myself that it could work, that all that was needed was time. And now I had to suffer because of it. But I wasn't alone in my suffering, I was not the only one that she had hurt. When my world was damaged and my ego bruised, someone else's was destroyed. My other friend was is much more pain then I was, she had lost more then I had. I had lost a glimmer of hope and a chance of nothing, she lost trust and confidentiality. Her secrets exposed to those who didn't need to know them. So, I suppressed my pain and set out to make it my "mission" to help her recover. And now, nine months on, the wounds have not fully healed. It's still sore, it still hurts. Heartbreak is a fickle thing. It only takes a second to happen, but months and sometimes years to heal. But at least now I had moved on, I was well on the path to recovery.

I almost trip over a crack in the sidewalk that jars me back into reality. Home was only 5 minutes away. The rain had slowed considerably by now, and was barely a light drizzle. I turned my attention from that depressing topic and began to softly sing to myself as I walked through the front gate to Sri Wangsaria.

Life has a funny way of coming full circle, just like my walk. We leave the world as we entered it, naked. We go to school just to get a degree to get a job, which we need to get money, which we use to raise our families, so that we can send our kids to school and restart the whole damn cycle again. But sometimes something happens that slaps us in the face and wakes us up from that boring routine. What is that something? I don't really know, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna miss it =)

Sometimes we fall down and can’t get back up
We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough
How come we don’t say I love you enough
Till it’s too late, it’s not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come
We could make a feast from these crumbs
And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun
So if your life flashed before you, what would you wish you would’ve done

Well if you plane fell out of the skies
Who would you call with your last goodbyes
Should be so careful who we live out of our lives
So when we long for absolution, there’ll be no one on the line

Yeah… gotta start
Looking at the hand of the time we’ve been given here
This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin’ it
Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin
Gotta live like we’re dying

We only got 86 400 seconds in a day
To turn it all around or throw it all away
We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say,
Gotta live like we’re dying

Kris Allen - Live Like We're Dying