Sweet Dreams are Made of These ...

"Victory tastes all the sweeter because you have worked for it and you fully deserve it!" Duke

It has been twenty-four hours but it still hasn't quite sunk in yet.

Tanjong Katong Secondary School - League One CHAMPIONS!

The moment passed so quickly, I regret not savouring it fully. Yet certain images are engraved in my mind and burnt into my mind's eye.

The raucous celebration at the final whistle, the coming together of team-mates who have fought tooth and nail with one another and spilled blood, Faiz the captain hoisting the trophy up high, the hugs and the high fives.

Before the game, I had to struggle to hold back tears as I was simply just so proud of the boys.

Their journey included overcoming a huge injustice at Victoria School, broken dreams at the hands of St. Pats, the fall of the captain at Marsiling and then, so nearly, an unexpected capitulation at the feet of Naval Base.

Yet the boys possessed a vital quality that all champions possess - bouncebackability.

I cannot express how proud and joyous I feel as I look back on the boys' achievement. It was always theirs for the taking and this time, they dared to win ... they dared to seize what is now rightfully theirs.

It was always all about you, your gifts, your character, your show ... and now you have centre stage, on the podium, holding the trophy aloft.

You are the champions because, quite simply, you were the best team in the entire division.

Actually, for the coach and I, we have always known that.

It was a matter of all of you believing that too. And now you do.

You have re-written history and you have made a name for yourselves. I cannot be any more proud of each and every one of you.

I thank God for the sweet, sweet taste of success and I am so grateful.

Well done, boys.

Well done, CHAMPS!

First piece of silverware ... first of many ...

"Always good to win something ... winning is a good habit to develop." Duke

OK, so it's a bit of a Mickey Mouse cup but it's still a piece of silverware for the trophy cabinet! More than what West Spam and Hell City can say!

"And Modric's got West Ham dancing to his tune ..."

"It is not the size of the player in the fight; but the size of the fight in the player!" Duke

In my opinion, this picture clearly illustrates the joy of triumph and the agony of defeat. The excellent Tottenham player, Jermaine Defoe, wheels away in joyous celebration after scoring the only goal of the game, leaving the West Spam players, especially the whiner with his hands on his head, in fits of pain and despair. I believe that the goal is the perfect reward for Defoe's perseverance and endeavour as he has missed a few chances throughout the game but has refused to let his head drop. On the other hand, the West Spam player who is moaning about the goal should really grow up and get on with the game. Moaning does nothing to help the team. Come on, you Spurs!

How's that for a great picture discussion?

Soccer Camp 2009: Unforgettable ... that's what you are!

'Memories are made of these - times in the sun, on the run, having fun." Duke

Hello World, just got back from the Soccer Camp.

It was an unforgettable experience in so many ways - thank you, everyone!

Mr Wee - you are more than a colleague; you are a friend, brother, partner-in-crime and all-round blessing!

Keith, Paul, Shafiq, Shija - great job as captains!

Shen Hao, Han Jie - well done in helping out! Always fabulous to have the two of you around.

Faiz, Bryant, Zhi Xian, Ammar, Afiq, Rifqi, Joel, Hakim, Dylan, Darryl, Johnathon, Ryo, Mateen, Irsyad, Raihan, Brendon, Ryan, Gabriel, Wilson, Simranjeet, Daniel - great just having you around! And yes, even you, Hirzi! Sorry you had to leave halfway.

As I said, I hope you will take these closer bonds that you have forged onto the field and really work together for the success of the team.

Though I do not say it or show it enough, I am tremendously proud of the team and, in many ways, blessed to be a part of TK Soccer. Through the ups and downs, tears and smiles, there is nowhere else I'd rather be.

'C' Boys, let's take League One by storm!

'B' Boys, let's break the jinx of the first-round knock-out!

Enjoy the hilarious pics and vids of Mr Wee, Han Jie (Mr Prez), Paul (Iron Man) and I making a fool of ourselves on the high elements!

Lessons atop the Dunking Machine

"There is no shame in being dunked or dunking; better having dunked or been dunked than not at all ... seize the moment and capture the memory." Duke

After having participated in the recent Bazaar, and fully and wetly so, I have to say that it was indeed a memorable and meaningful experience.

Having come to school bleary-eyed after foolishly staying up to catch a shockingly one-sided Champion's League final, the anticipation that precedes an actual dunking and the dunking itself certainly got the adrenaline pumping and kept me buzzing the whole day. Although it got a little bit irritating after the ninth or tenth time of splashing into the water and having to crawl out again, it was definitely a fun and etched-in-the-brain-for-some-time-to-come (no such word) experience.

At the same time, it was not all mindless fun, although it certainly looked that way! The only reason I even agreed to go up there and await a wet fate was because I knew that my class and I would be contributing some money to charity. I needed to put my money where my mouth was and play my part after my students had done such a great job in raising funds to pay for the over-priced dunking machine and in attracting customers to our stall. The approximately $500 that we raised, we hope, would go a long way to help the less fortunate. GREAT JOB, 1F!

I also learnt two important lessons from the experience.

It was amazing how many participants actually only hit the target on their VERY LAST throw. It did not matter how many tries they were given, it really went to the wire for a large number of them. Just when I thought the threat had passed and the student had given up, "THUMP"! Right on the bull's eye ... followed by a loud "SPLASH"! I guess that really highlighted the importance of trying and not losing heart; of keeping on without getting discouraged; of going again even through failures. So, lesson number one - if at first you don't succeed, try and try again ... eventually, you WILL get it right.

Lesson number two - refuse to let others affect your concentration and focus. Part of what makes the dunking such a thrill is the person on the dunking board taunting and distracting the person about to make that throw. That was why I was making so much noise and continually taunting those who were about to launch the ball at the target. The amazing thing was that it all actually worked. Those who allowed the taunts to get to them and convince them that they would not succeed really didn't! Of course, on the flip side, those who refused to listen or be distracted were also those who invariably did hit the target. That emphasised the importance of keeping one's focus and concentration and to be able to shut out all the unimportant and distracting noise.

At the end of the day, though, all that mattered was that all those involved, in big or small ways(or even in dry or wet conditions), played a part in making some kind of difference. That, I suppose, was all that mattered.

SPLASH!

The Kindness of Singaporeans

"Singaporeans have a soft core ... you just have to look harder." Duke

There has been a lot written lately about how ungracious, uncaring and selfish Singaporeans generally are and frankly, it is nothing new and I am well sick of it. It is so sad that we have such poor self-esteem as Singaporeans but what makes it worse is when foreigners join in and slam the country as well. To be brutally honest, feedback is great but if things are so bad, then please, please go back to where you came from.

It is vitally important that I make it clear at this point that I am NOT a narrow-minded xenophobe. A good number of my students are foreigners and I am thankful for them as they add colour and variety to lessons; some of the students I am closest to are foreigners; I play soccer every Tuesday with foreigners, many of whom I consider friends and vice versa; I am on a floorball team with a number of foreigners whom I also count as friends; some of my best friends in church are also from outside these shores. I am well aware that I also come from a line of immigrants. However, the fact remains - It is never polite to insult the host when you are a guest. If it is really so bad here, then no one is forcing you to stay.

I digress. Today, I experienced first-hand the soft core of Singaporeans on the street and have come to the conclusion that a lot of what has been written is grossly exaggerated.

Earlier this evening, I was on my way to pick up dinner and birthday cards for my students. Before I could do so, I had to withdraw some money from the ATM. There was a short queue of three others before me. As the first person went ahead to withdraw his cash, he dropped one of his two ATM cards on the floor. The moment we realised what was happening, the portly gentleman in front of me and I both spoke up to inform the owner that his card was on the ground. That reminded me of an incident a month ago when I dropped a letter on the floor at a neighbourhood food court and the cleaner immediately called for me to turn around, so I knew that the ATM incident was not a random occurance. So much for the uncaring, selfish Singaporean.

After completing my transaction at the ATM, I went to the bookshop a few blocks away to pick up the birthday cards. At that moment, I realised that I had left my watch and my handphone at home. As I wanted to rush home in time to catch Sports Centre on the tube, I stopped and asked two strangers on the road for the time. Both obliged, and with a polite nod or smile after I thanked them. So much for the rude, unresponsive Singaporean. For good measure, I stopped a third stranger on my way back just to confirm my findings (reliable test, Science people!) and received the same response.

Admittedly, there are a number of bad apples which have spoiled the basket, but are we simply too hard on ourselves? Are we simply blindly believing that the grass, somehow, is greener on the other side? Well, I have two really bad overseas experiences to recount and maybe, after that, you will see that a lack of graciousness and concern is not exclusively a Singaporean trait.

After completing our military exercises in Australia, ironically the retirement destination of choice for many Singaporeans because of its friendly climate and friendly people, a group of us were out on the town having fun. Without warning, a car sped by and a group of Australian adults (not youths) threw eggs at us while shouting, "Chinks!" They were obviously racist and obnoxious and apparently, according to my seniors, such people are not uncommon in that area. I daresay that no foreigner has experienced such blatant insult and abuse on these shores.

Next, on my trip to Zurich for the Floorball World Championships, I was again out on the town during out rest days with my team-mates and one of them was an Indian gentle giant. At one point, we were obviously and had to ask for directions. Strangely, whenever my Indian friend approached anyone, they would ignore him and walk away. I did not receive the same treatment. Later, I found out from a Swiss friend that the biased treatment was due to a recent influx of a large number of migrant workers from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh and they were looked down upon and distrusted. Thus, even in one of the most beautiful and modern countries in the world, a lack of common respect and decency is alive and well too.

It seems to me that Singaporeans are not devoid of care or concern; rather, they are more reserved and less open in showing it. We are still a conservative Asian society that remains reticent and less prone to showing feeling or affection openly. Nonetheless, I think what is most important is for us to move beyond whining and complaining about other Singaporeans and do something about it. No country in the world is immune to bad manners or shameful behaviour; the key is to make sure we are not part of those guilty of these actions. As we complain about Ugly Singaporeans, we should make sure that we are not Ugly Singaporeans too.

Now, I wonder how many of those people who have spent so much time complaining have spent time ensuring, as best they can, that others are not complaining about them too?

X-traordinary People

"There is no such thing as an ordinary person." Ozymandias (Watchmen)

I caught Wolverine over the long weekend and, well, I loved it. Loved it so much that I will probably catch it a second time.

Ok, admittedly, the film-makers did take certain liberties over some of the characters and how they were portrayed but I have never been a big fan of Deadpool anyway.

It was really fun seeing how the special effects people managed to bring to life some of the mutant abilities of the various characters and, for want of a better word, it was really cool. (I think I am still young enough to use that word.)

In terms of storyline and plot, it was nothing spectacular and there were plot-holes here and there, but why nit-pick? It was an enjoyable movie which was able to sustain interest because it had a good pace and never felt draggy. In fact, I felt that certain scenes could have been longer.

Since I could remember, I have always loved comic books and the superheroes and villains who inhabit the world of ink and bright colours on the printed page. I still have a huge box of comics from the good old days in my room. Occasionally, I still venture into that time-worn box and pick out a few classics and re-live the adventures and thrills of the heroes featured within.

What is the attraction of superheroes anyway? Well, I think we love these characters because of their special abilities. We think these abilities make them special and extraordinary. By extension, we also believe that we would also become special if we possess these abilities and gifts. We long to be as agile and quick as Spiderman, as strong and powerful as the Thing or as courageous and determined as Wolverine.

Yet the biggest lie that we have all bought into is that we are just mere human beings and totally ordinary because we lack these gifts and talents.

I have come to realise that all of us are special because there is only one of each of us. To put it more spectacularly, God broke the mould after He made each one of us. We are all different and totally unique, with different personalities, sets of abilities and talents and traits. If we look at it that way, then we are all, each and every one of us, extraordinary.

The problem is that we spend far too much time looking at what we do not have that others do (looks, musical talent, athletic gifts, intellectual prowess, etc) than appreciating what we have that others do not. That is why we spend so much time trying to be other people and someone else and too little time just being ourselves.

However, the biggest question is - If you spend so much time trying to be someone else, then who is going to be you?

Sure, it would really be cool to have some of the mutant abilities of the mutants in the Marvel Universe. Personally, I would love to have the ability to generate a forcefield around me at will, making me practically invulnerable.

But do we really need mutant abilities or superpowers to be extraordinary? I hope you see now, as I do, that the answer is really no.

The other thing we love about heroes like Wolverine and Gambit is what they choose to do with their powers. They do noble things like protecting the weak, standing up for what is right and staring evil in the face.

However, do we really need super powers to do all these things? Can we not do good with what we already have?

How about giving our time to help the needy? Helping struggling students/friends with their work? Reporting a crime/unlawful activity when we witness it? Going overseas to help build houses for the poor?

We have, built within us, the God-given and inspired capacity to do good and all we need are the opportunities and the desire and willingness to step out of the comfort zone. That is why I believe in the power, impact and meaning of involving my students in community outreach programmes or charitable causes. Once they see what they can do, they will want to do it again.

So, do we need to be super-powered beings to do good? Again, the answer is no and the truth lies with our correct and accurate perception of who we truly are and what we can truly accomplish.

As we grow older, we become more comfortable with who we are and what we have. That is when we find our place in God's scheme of things and grow to be who we should be. That is when we realise we are already extraordinary.

Having mutant abilities and super powers would merely be a bonus.