Just an Update.

This arrived last Saturday. It made my day.=]

[Mind the messy table]

These are the images I wanted to upload ages ago.
They were taken during the last holidays which were ages ago.
Man, I miss the holidays.

Want to know the recipe?


I love the focus on the red shirt. =3

All centered towards the middle.

I took the pictures above as I was waiting for these two lovebirds who were doing God-knows-what in the changing room.

*None of the pictures above are edited. Due to time constrictions.
*I took lots of pictures but Blogger is taking extremely long to upload them.

I can't wait to go into the woods with my camera.
I'm inspired. By so many people and I have several ideas to try.
PMR, please be over. Pretty please with cinnamon and big, juicy strawberries on top?
I have so many things I want to do but I feel restricted by this.
Everything is after PMR.
In my head, hey, I can try this. After PMR.
Hey, I can do this. After PMR.
This looks interesting, go check it out. Right, after PMR.
Everything revolves around it.
Damn frustrating.

I just realized yesterday how terrible my English has become. I miss my English Teacher.
The fact that my English has deteriorate just struck me hard in the guts. I felt so down.

I can't wait for the trip to Malacca. I can't remember the last time I went. Probably when I was still really young. The memories are really vague. Often occurring in flickers.

I can't do bokeh. =[
I need to take more shots. Grr...

Till I upload again. Bye.

"Guys from Kazakhstan aren't bad looking."

And one of them smells like mint. *giggles*
It's true. I have photo's of them. (Not of them smelling like mint, silly, photo's of Kazakhstan boy's with me in the picture.)

*Ignore the fuzzy pictures and my squinty eyes. They were taken with a camera phone. And I'm sleep deprived.

Part of the Kazakhstan team. With my master, Yunne and a South Africa guy.

Kazakhstan.

Kazakhstan. He's the shyest among his friends but keeps giving me funny looks.

She's really awesome. Gold in sparring. Fights like a maiden warrior and sings like an angel. During the closing ceremony at night, she sang in front of everyone. Magical.

I can't remember which country but tough people.

South Africa

Ange is crazy over big, strong, muscular guys. She saw one playing with nun chucks and immediately swoon over him.

This is the guy that I mentioned about. Look at his muscles.

Today is the last day of the tournament. 17 countries participated. Included Malaysia.
Among the many few I remember is Canada, Scotland (I saw their kilt and macho guys in their traditional costume! Imagine a strong, tough man wearing skirt. Completely blows you're mind), Alaska, USA, Germany, South Africa, Pour ta De Asiago, and Kazakhstan.
I can't remember the others.

As I recall, while the judges were comparing heights for the 15-17 category, I was placed in the 'short' category.
Mum's exact words, "You looked so small among them!" she exclaimed to me when I got home.
Well, I felt small. Standing among everyone.
But being short has its benefits. One of the main reasons I got to win. Never underestimate shortness.

By the way, I just deleted my Friendster account. Got frustrated with the junk they keep sending. Laying off these social networks. For now.

I just got the email! It's going to arrive within 24 hours. So it's either today or tomorrow.
I can't wait for the package to arrive. Vick says I'm crazy saving up for it but that's her and this is me.

Oh, Nash, you are so wrong. I can't believe you said that. How did you even think of it is beyond me. Go and be all mushy and lovey dovey with you're girlfriend and leave me alone. Hmp.

It's late. I'm tired. Someone's in for a surprise later.
And I plan to be there. Got to sleep.
I'm talking in transitions again. Crap.

Till time brings us together again.
Ending it here.

P.S. The guy that smells like mint isn't in the picture above. =]

Will you knock and tell me it was all a dream? Please?

It feels so surreal.
I survived the tournament. I really did. *exhales*
It all ended the day before. And it hasn't sunk in yet.

Reality just blends in with hallucination.
Somehow, I wish to be there again. In the ring.
Feeling nothing but serene as calmness washes over me.
Sure, I was a jitter-bag full of jittery nerves as I sat waiting for my number to be called.

As you all know,I participated in two events.
Pattern and sparring.
I favour the first to the second.

For pattern you have to do it in front of six judges whose eyes are on you the whole time. Freaky.
After you complete the pattern of you're choice, they raise cards with numbers on them.
I did well here, scoring a few 5's and a 5.5. It meant I had a chance in the semi-finals cause the highest they give is 6.5.
The second pattern is a pattern of the judge's choice. This blew my chance to semi-finals.
Before the tournament, I just past my grading test and earned my red belt.
So I was suppose to enter the tournament as red tip not red, meaning a grade lower.
But my master entered me as red.
I wasn't familiar with the pattern for this grade so...
I did the beginning of the pattern and just stopped. Yes, you read right.
I just stopped. My mind went blank. I just stopped in the last pose.
Total embarrassment.
But I suddenly remembered and continue.
The judge who sat in the middle smiled encouragingly.
I got considerably low but I expected it.

I got ready for sparring. Wearing the protective gear.

As I sat waiting to be called, I glanced at my opponent’s face.

She had such a sweet face paired with a lovely smile. Just like a face of an angel.

Somehow it felt wrong sparring with her.

But looks can be deceiving.

And I was carrying faith on my shoulders.

I knew right then, I could do it.

I scored many points. Kicking and punching.

However, she couldn’t take it.

She tried to hold back her tears as it came pouring out.

But she had a fighting spirit and kept holding on.

As I was declared the winner for this round, I hugged her and said, “I’m sorry.”

This round, I won.

But what about the next?

I was in semi-finals now. I knew it was going to be harder.

Feeling out of breath, million of things ran through my mind.

But the only important thing was to breathe and to pray to God.

This time, my opponent was tougher. Plus, she was there to claim revenge for her friend.

Her kicks were harder. Her approach was more aggressive.

But it didn’t last. I fought back as hard.

Before we knew it, the ‘ting’ of the bell was heard. Indicating it was over.

In my head, I thought to myself. “You’ve lasted this far. But the road ends here now. Don’t be sad. Be proud for being here.”

As we bowed in respect to one another, I felt relief that it’s all over now.

But God had other plans for me.

As we stood side by side, the judge declared me the winner.

I couldn’t believe it. I really couldn’t!

I was flanked by a group of people.

In the moment, I felt like I was there, at the same time not. A hallucination.

My coach, Mr. Chong (a different Mr. Chong) said, “This is IT. You only have one more round to go. It’s all up to you.”

Yunne, the little girl who is my inspiration and derivation to go on sat beside me and gave me a huge large smile. Then she ran off. It meant so much to me.

I felt ready. I knew I was. No matter how this ended. I already felt like a winner.

A coward I felt like earlier, a coward I wasn’t now.

This round was tough. The key was to break her resistance cause I could see fear in her eyes.

Her kicks hurt me. Her punches stunned me.

She had a whole crowd cheering for her. I had my own personal cheer team.

Which only consisted of 4 girls rooting for me. However, it was much more meaningful.

She was persistent in attacking and cornered me out of the ring.

I was too tired to defend myself. I just stood there. My mind going blank.

Suddenly, all I heard was MOVE.

And I did, attacking her.

I could feel her defense dawning. I felt my confidence surging.

As the bell rang signaling the finality of it. I stood. Dazed.

Taking off my protective helmet, I turned to face my coach.

He gave me a reassuring smile.

I stood looking around but seeing nothing as my brain had lost it’s ability to register anything.

As the referee took both our hands, waiting for the judge to announce the winner,

the only sound I could hear was my breathing as I exhaled, inhaled and exhaled.

The beating of my hearts as it thumps, trying to catch up with my breath.

I could feel the crowd on their feet.

The referee held my hand up.

Everything went silent.

Like I suddenly lost my ability to hear.

As sudden as it was, the deafening roar of cheer echoing through the hall filled my ears. I was overjoyed. I hugged my opponent. And went to where I felt like I belong.

This....

is only a really very tiny, minute part of it.

The bigger part?

Don't bother asking.

I'm overwhelmed with cascading emotions to describe what I felt.

This to me, was the most valuable and precious gift I've received.

This to me, is worth more than anyone could ever afford.

I know this post is really long.
But it's for me to prove to myself that I'm not dreaming.
Other than a few bruises, swollen knuckles and an aching body, I'm fine.
Just really tired.
Can't wait for exams to be over.
I need sleep.

God was there with me and I know it.

Will be back. Soon.

P.S. Thanks for keeping me in you're prayers.
P.P.S. Thanks for being there for me.

.....

I'm very hyper now.
Sugar consumption right when the clock strikes midnight.

I'll just make this a very short post.

I'm a bundle of nerves, feeling unprepared and afraid.

I just want to make an announcement.

To anyone who's interested. SBS students.
You can publish a photo you've taken in the school magazine. (To budding photographers, it's you're time to shine.)
There will be around 4 pages for the photographs. (I'm not very sure about it but it's around that number. )
The photo must be related to the school.
Example: You and you're friends acting crazy in school, a portrait of teacher or a scenery of the school.
Be bold, be creative. Think.
You can submit you're photograph to Stephanie (Form 4) in a pendrive.
Preferably the picture be in high resolution.
Spread this around.

Ciao.

P.S. You're making me crazy. Know that.
P.P.S. I can never get enough of Kristin and Computer Science Geek's talent. Speechless. Breath-taking.