Monday, April 21, 2014

Easter Monday =P


So, I've taken the bike out for a ride, but found out that it needs fixing on the way back home. The ball bearings on the pedal must've given up, or the back end of the gears, will see once I have time to bring it to the shop.

Had some rather stressful moments this month, can pretty much see it on my hands thanks to eczema, and I am getting edgy over a lot of things. Can be overwhelming for now, and I need to take it in strides. Enough of my rants, so here goes...

Been getting every little chance I have to carve watermelons, since they are great to work with, and I love watermelons, and here is my latest project... for Easter over at the Scheurkogels. It is sad knowing that they're leaving town and yet again, a set of friends are moving out of this place.


Lots of improvement to be made, and learned quite a bit of stuff after observing it for a bit. So until next time, I hope to make it better!

Here is another one I made for the staffs at Earl's last month!


Last but not least, I will be moving to this new place and I am looking forward to it. Finally getting out of this basement and it will be another new beginning. So, if they cannot find a place for their cats, I will be taking care of them; and to introduce, I give to you, Sonya! The 2-legged Wonder!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Warchief...


So, it has been months since I came back from Malaysia. I know, getting back onto the wheel of life and having to go through some difficult times early in the year was not really a great start at all. But for now it is well. Back at the old job and hopefully it will play out.

I know it is rather late but happy belated birthday to my dad. And for a treat my sister dug up this picture from the old photo album, and guess what, it is still awesome.

When I went back to Malaysia for my brother's wedding, I spent a considerable amount of time with my dad. Sharing music together and just listened to his life's story. Hopefully one day I will write something about it, but for now this will have to do.

I know he doesn't really express much of his emotions, but all in all the vibe hits you pretty neatly. I have to say I am a chip off the old block. I am not really well with my emotions, and it is difficult for me to express them from time to time. I am however indebted to him in a lot of ways, and I know I am not really the ideal kid to have either. I am a delinquent for most and still have childish tendencies.

But as far as stories go, I am really amazed with what my dad went through, and considering the wisdom he shared in his life's story, I fall utterly short compared to what he has accomplished. So here's to you, my dad.

After high school he worked as a geologist, land surveyor so to speak, where they would go into the jungle and dig up soil for samples and studies. That was his job before he got involved in the oil industry. And I remembered the first question he was asked in his interview, "What is geology?". Which he answered, "Study of the earth." And just like that he was hired.

In a way I felt the same when my boss told me, "I like the way you work." and I got hired. Over the years things turned sour, though, I have to say. I am not how I was when I first started this job. I suppose the people I worked with had something to do with it. But this post is not about me.

So, my dad's first job is to study the earth as a land surveyor/geologist. And they were stationed in remote areas in the jungle. They would spend a considerable amount of time out there and of course, camped out in the wilderness. He would have a radio and that was when he listened to Dr. Hook and all the old songs on the radio. So it was basically survivors in real life, nothing set up and no cameras. Only the self, couple of other people, and the jungle.

For this part of my birthday wish I would like to remember how my dad's story hit me. Dealing with death.

It was his friend, a colleague he worked with. While they were scaling a cliff near a waterfall, he slipped and loose rocks fell and crushed his head. Unfortunately he did not survive. In a spur of the moment, my dad handled his body. The man's clothes were soaked in blood and there was nothing else that could be done, except to bring the body back into town. There were two other natives with them, and due to superstition they would not handle the body. So my dad did most of the carrying.

Just to imagine that sight. My dad, carrying the body of a colleague out from the jungle they were in. Into the morgue for autopsy, and trying to keep the body from rotting. By the time they came out it was already too late. Due to the elements, Malaysia, of course, is near to the equator where it is always hot and humid, maggots had already invaded the body. A shiver just ran down my spine from imagining the sight, and this was what my dad went through. When they reached the morgue my dad tried to give him a change of clothes, but the body was already stiff from the journey.

After that event my dad felt down and out. I mean, who wouldn't? Anyway, from the ordeal, his boss, gave him time out from the incident, and soon after he applied to Shell. With a couple of friends whom I have met back when I was younger.

So here it is, my heroic dad. Someone whom I look up to. Someone whom I want to become in my lifetime, chivalrous, sturdy, and heroic. Here's to you dad. Missing you lots and always remembering you as my dad.

*cheers* Happy Birthday Dad!

Sunday, April 6, 2014

When tomorrow never...


It has been a while since I last came upon my own blog... I suppose it is time... again.

To pick up the pieces where I have left off, and embrace nothingness...

Here we go...

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Six Years


So here marks the beginning of all things anew. Maybe it was wrong of me to do the things I have done in my past, but there is no turning back now. All I can do is wish for the best for those whom I have left behind, and leaving behind. I have made new friends, I have turned from my past, and I have dwelt in my past long enough to know I can never change it. Coming to terms with what was is the only way out for me, and to make peace with myself is all I can count on right now.

Apologizing will no longer make a difference. As much as I would like to make amends, she has already made hers. And for the longest time the people I have met since has shown me that I do not matter to them, and them to me. What matters now is what I do with the life the Lord has set forth before me.

I am not perfect, but in God I can be. And thus my steps ahead will guide me towards His glory, and His will. I am thankful for the pastor and members at the Lethbridge Mennonite Church for such warm hospitality, and for providing a place for me to worship and serve Him.

May this empty cup, be filled once more...

Friday, May 24, 2013

Doing What is Right



The last couple of days seemed so much brighter than the last couple of years. Working at LA Chefs has been both fruitful and stressful at the same time. Fruitful in terms of learning, and having a job that I can enjoy. However, there are a couple of obstacles which limits the potential of the company in so many ways. Though, some might have a different view.

It has been a long time since I had fun in the job I do. It sickens me to see how human interaction is so profanely practiced in a place where team work is key, and a harmonious working environment is so important to the growth of the company. To have someone rule over all instead of bringing everyone up to working efficiency is just wrong for our kind of work. A chef of mine once told me, "You're only as fast as the slowest person in the team". This has proven true in so many ways.

The measures I have taken is to give encouragement and praise to those who deserves it, and to nurture and teach those who needs a sense of direction. From what I have seen, most of our work is not appreciated, and contempt is given to those of us who did wrong. Teach us for what we are, instead of hating us, and seeing us as a lower class, why not teach us and make us better? Won't we be an asset to the company? Instead of all the hate and disrespect shown to us in such disgust...

For a long time I have hoped and prayed for a better day... Justice for those who have come to harm under such circumstance. I have seen pain, agony, and distraught amongst us who gave time and sweat for the betterment of the company. But our contribution is lost amongst foul  rumors  and mistreatment and misunderstanding.

There are some of us who has been given the "special" treatment, and those of us, like me, who endured through such discrepancy. All I want is a good work environment. I have seen so many people disgusted by how the kitchen was run by someone who does not have a sense of team work, and all the angst that came with him has driven so many towards the door. I am glad I took the step in which I have came to believe was the right choice, and I hope the rest of the company will understand the plight in which we are in, especially those of us who put ourselves through the hardships for the company.

I have seen good people leave in disgust, and not in good terms when they left. All I wanted and hoped for is a place where people can think of the good days when they exit the door every day, to think that everyone has done a good job for the day and has something to hold on to. I have wished for those who left, will not think ill of the company, but much to my dismay, it is impossible. But for just a day, I felt justice has shown itself and made the darkness come to light. To be able to see the evil behind the hatred and anger be banish from a dark place as this has given me hope in humanity again.

I am glad for now, and hope for a brighter future for the company. For those of us who are still here, I hope we can continue to work together as a team, and give our strength and support who are in need. Even though we are expendable, I hope we all can make a difference in a life or another.

As spring blooms in this time of year, I hope and pray that my endeavors will be blessed by the Lord in every way... Praise be...

Monday, May 20, 2013

Alan's Testimony



Alan: a very short, short story...

To narrate my story in detail can be overwhelming, for me that is. It has been such a long time to recall events that has taken a foothold in my life experience, and I am not growing any younger.

I come from a family of five, and to be the youngest I have grown accustomed to being pampered. I have the kind-hearted nature of my mother, and my dad's temper, unfortunately. But to be able to have religious freedom within the household is a blessing since my dad is an atheist, and my mom doesn't go to church because of my dad.

I came to know the Lord at the age of fifteen. After countless youth fellowships and bible studies I found myself reading Luke 23, Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom, in which He replied "truly I tell you, today you will be with me in Paradise." And with that I prayed and acknowledged Him as my Lord and Saviour in baptism at the age of seventeen.

Six years ago I came to Canada on a whim. I applied to the University of Lethbridge and was accepted into the BofA program. However, I had trouble coping with stress and to be away from home was of no help either. From there my life took an unexpected turn and I lost my way and found myself in the dark.

I thought myself not worthy of salvation during my wandering years, and attempted to take my own life when I hit rock bottom. The years that followed finds me struggling to walk again, and this time towards His grace once more. Afterall, in Matthew 9, Jesus said "Those who are well, have no need of a physician, but those who are sick." and He came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

Along the way I was introduced to this church by a friend of mine when I was searching for a church to go to. And here I am now standing before you, after all these years, and some dish washing, and friendly handshakes. I am truly blessed to be among this congregation of such warm hearts and great hospitality.

"For where two or three are gathered in the Lord's name, God is in our midst"

Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Tree Up On the Hill

The Tree Up On the Hill

On the hill underneath an orange sky,
Stood a tall, dark oak tree.
Its branches reaches out on high,
In the chilling breeze they wave free.

No leaves on its branches cling,
Only vines and thorns doth grow.
No birds chirp, no crickets sing,
Only the sound of death and of woe.

A gruesome sight one beholds,
Underneath the tree dangles they,
Like Christmas ornaments covered in molds,
No life lingers here, only of decay.

Lo, comes a raven, hungry for a feast;
Of fat, rich maggots squirming,
In the rotting flesh of the deceased,
As the dead sway, in the wind blowing.

Oh how the dead cheerfully sings,
In silent chorus they rise in hymns.
The ghastly end of their sufferings,
Which life has brought, such grim.

The sun burns the tree a silhouette,
As the darkness consumes the land.
A beautiful sight one will never forget,
Underneath the stars there it stands.

-Alan Liau (Mar302013)