We have keyless entry for houses, cars and office building. The people from KAWAI have caught the technological bug and have decided that pianist all over the world would like a keyless piano too… So they came up with this:

It’s the new KAWAI NK Series… NK stands for No Keys… some seniors are guessing it costs RM64,ooo… they say it’s more expensive because of its durable design… erm… no keys… anyway my music department bought one… and I was one of the happy music students to get to try it…

Haha… it sounded so good.. played Silent Night and Silent in G major… impressed my coursemates… haha

p.s. Happy New Year everybody!

Alright… that was a misleading title.. now currently sitting in my hostel room doing what an Ooo-ni-ver-city student should be doing… sufing the web… Was suppose to brag about how luxurious the newly renovated toilets are.. but am too lazy to blog over such a lousy line… so will share this instead… One of my photos has been published at some remote shopping centre… Well that’s not entirely true though… it is a shopping centre… it’s just my pic being photoshoped in by some free service called www.photofunia.com… hehe I promise I will blog about my hostel’s brilliant new toilets… sometime in this lifetime… =D

I haven’t the time for this blogging nonsense. Christmas just passed, my brother just moved out, I’m going back to University on Monday, New Year’s around the bend, my birthday’s just off the corner and I can hear the printing machines chugging out red packets for Chinese New Year.

As you can see, I’m pretty busy. Or am I? Really, I haven’t a clue what’s happened yesterday, simply because I’ve been craning my neck forward just to know what I’m suppose to do next. Yes, this is utter nonsense.

On a lighter note, I did get a good night’s sleep yesterday, not since a month ago or so. That is totally irrelevant to the title of this post. I’m not sure what I’m writing about actually. I’m just blabbering on.

This is the sort of skill that long-winded speakers have. The ability to make a word long and  call it bombastic. The ability to put words to together and make the listener feel like it’s a life sentence (I’ll keep throwing them out, catch them if you can). The ability to go paragraph after paragraph just paraphrasing the previous paragraph making you feel that jumping off a plane at 12,000 feet with no parachute while dancing to the tune or Para Para Sakura is more sane then listening to me (hmm, perhaps overkill on the last one).

So a conclusion now at the end of a seemingly long post would be deemed appropriate. In a nutshell.. no… HEY!… I’m not a nut… and I’m not empty headed… and my head is not used for storing nuts.. although I’m pretty good with the squirrels that like to hide in Darth-Vader’s plastic underpants… but simply put, it’s ironic that the most eventful and meaningful time of my life, is the time I feeling like blogging the least… 

If you like watching the food shows, you like food for thought.. if you like watching Nike advertisement… you like foot for thought.. and you’ve got a lot of soul to do that

Women lingerie commercials are not advertisements.. they are ever-tease-men… I like to be teased by my wife… not pieces of cloth…

What an unexpected ending. To the readers, here’s a friendly reminder: Your brain has hanged due to the sudden influx of randomness, please wait for a few blank minutes and transmission will resume in your brain again. DO NOT STOP BREATHING. Thank you for reading www.fuzzimuzzi.com’s aired-lies (airlines? get it? sigh…).

Pun not intended. (ya, right…)

I was planning to go for a walk this evening at about 5.30pm… it was a beautiful evening, too good to resist… so I put on a nice shirt, changed into sports shorts… got the house key and put on my sports shoes… oh wait… it isn’t where I left them after coming back from badminton at 11.46pm last night…

Bible says be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger. So I quickly listened to common sense to look for the shoes… after some patient searching… I decided to speak… asking my parents if they’ve seen my shoes… and then slowly but surely the fire in me ingnited… to the thief, I forgive you, but I have this to say to you:

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND SHOES MY SIZE THAT FIT MY BROAD FEET??!”

So a nice jog in the evening turned into every stereotypical I’m-too-macho-for-the-mall man’s nightmare: shopping. It was necessary, I thank God that I’m blessed with enough resources to purchase a new pair of shoes. It’s not cheap being Cheng Yee, I wear at least a size 11, my prefered size being 11 and a half…

here’s baby Simba having a look at the new pair of shoes…

Had a fantastic game of doubles with my friend Swee Yao (partner), Woon Cherk and Wen Jie. Coincidentally Swee Yao and me were from Chong Hwa 1 Primary School and Woon Cherk and Wen Jie was from Qiao Ming Primary School. So the game consisted of very old primary school students trying to be young. Haha. After the game, we were all tired. So we decided to close the court. And here is the picture of me and Swee Yao trying to close up the court…

So after we folded up the court, I went home a happy man. Enjoyed the drive home, realised that I had a beautiful family, a life of impossibles to go through and a God that knows what I want and is alright with giving me a voice.

Sweet. =’)

I think one of the biggest enigmas in my life is the inexplicable love between a man and a woman.

I just don’t get it. Why would a woman in all her beauty love a man so rough around the edges and totally incapable of fully understanding or fully appreciating her?

But, why should a man in all his strength and power love a woman so fragile and whose beauty is flawed?

It is these two questions that have totally confused me. When I am going through a mall and I see a young couple probably in their 15’s to 16’s holding hands. I think to myself, “Urgh, what makes that guy want that girl?”

Then a second thought occurs to me, “Urgh, what in the world does that girl see in that guy?”

Then the third and most depressing thought hits me, “Who are you to judge them? Look at yourself. You’ve got nothing to show.”

Then I realise. It is my strengths that makes me envious that I do not gain the affection of a woman, it is my weaknesses that makes me realise that I cannot handle the affections of a woman.

At the end of the day, most of my friends agree, that chemistry between the two is crucial. How true is that or where the boundaries lie in that argument I leave it to you. But I have to say, it is daunting to know that no matter what you do at the end of the day, the only thing that qualifies you to be suitable for someone is by the simple law of attraction that God has ordained: Chemistry.

I have this strange feeling that one day when I am standing before the altar and pledging my undying love for my Lord and also for my wife, the love between me and wife, would still be a mystery to me. I won’t be asking it in a profound manner, I’ll be crudely honest with myself on that day as I ponder about this dimension of love. My meditations concerning this enigma will be hidden in this very short but concise nutshell question,

“Wonder how she can stand me?”

Haha.. cheers!

p.s. This issue is far too wide and deep to be thoroughly examined in one blog post, please do not take it out of context or twist my intentions (although they may not be clearly expressed). I would like to state also that I have only just begun to scratch the surface of this issue so my knowledge is very shallow.

It has happened. It has happened. Even I can’t believe that it has happened.

I know, you’re thinking: “What has happened?” Look below, I bet you’ll change your expression to just, “WHAT???”

Isn’t it ridiculous?

From a Nokia 3310 to a Sony Ericsson G900. From a Dinosaur to a Terminator. From a fruit knife to a Swiss Army Knife. From ilek to ama minachi. From pisang goreng to satay. From Pluto to Jupiter. From… oh.. I think I’m getting ahead of myself.

Gone are the days of trying to say everything before the battery dies in 10 seconds. Gone are the days of having to tilt the handphone at 43.2 degrees in order to sms. Gone are the days of having to press the 0 button in a up motion so that it triggers. Gone are the days of having to whack the phone against my thigh when the other party cannot hear me. Gone are the days when I am recognised simply because I carry a 3310. Gone are the days of looking for a plug point the moment I receive a call. Gone are the days of having illusional screensavers that come in the form of blank screens and inversed displays. No longer do I have to whack the phone against the palm of my hand when opening the inbox. No longer do I have to stare at the screen after pressing send so that I get a confirmation that my sms is sent. I am free!!

There is so many things that have happened in the past 3 days that it is just mind-boggling.

Coming into this camp was… erm… some what different… as much as I tried to put myself in a position of a camp participant… I couldn’t really… so much has changed… I’m older… a lot more sane (although not displayed)… I prefer going to sleep as early as I can and I watch my diet now… in short… I’m an obselete teenager with raging hormones…

This possibly makes me an amatuer adult with raging hormones… wonder what’s with raging hormones thing… 

The strange thing is, this camp turned out to be the loveliest one I’ve had… is it because I had a girlfriend with me during the camp? No, because I don’t have a girlfriend… is it because I got to stay in the same room as two of my best brothers (Ryan and Daniel)? Yes, but it isn’t the main thing. Then what was it? It was the privilege of serving the younger generation that utterly overwhelmed me.

On average, I only spent about only four hours of sleep everyday in the camp. But somehow, it was all worth it to me.

It is at this point that I would like to give God all the glory, although I served, I was only the instrument. God was the one who made the difference. I quote myself,

“…isn’t it amazing? All you have to do to be successful, is to let God do the work!” – Lim Cheng Yee, Dec 2008

Oh the joy of seeing the live’s of the different youths in my group change. To know when one of the shy ones smiled. To know that the leaders have recognised their potential. To know that the skills of those put under me have improved vastly. To know that what they thought was impossible was disproved by the fact that they themselves did it. OH THE JOY OF WATCHING A GENERATION BEING TRANSFORM!!

I didn’t think that people were going to look up to me as a mentor. I didn’t want people to look up to me at all. I just wanted them to see me as a testimony of what they can be and definitely more simply because we worship the same God. I just wanted to come alongside them as friend to encourage them. But the work of the Lord is intricate and unfathomable. At the end, I felt like a proud big brother (or maybe even a proud father?). Because I love everyone of them and have had the privilege of watching them bloom.

I come away from this camp proud. Proud of the younger ones who have so drastically changed because of an encounter with God. This sort of pride, is a pride that is not followed by fall. This sort of pride comes between victories. Because it is a kind of pride that is built on the assurance that God is Good.

p.s. this is not the only thing that has happened that has made this camp so meaningful to me. But most of the others are too personal for me to share and possibly too personal for you to understand as it is my experience which may not make sense to you. haha… too bad…

He’s taken the bait. Run!

No.. no.. take the left turn..

HQ there is no left turn..

What? that’s impossible..

Give me back my…

RUN!!!

BETA team respond… we need support at these coordinates… do you receive?

We are being hammered here.. HELP!!!

This is BETA team calling… coordinates received… ETA in 15 minutes…

We can’t keep it up that long sir…

We can’t? We must, private.. take your station…

Boys.. we’re going to make a break for it…

3…2…1…

ARRRGGGHhHh

Hmm.. not much.. but quite a lot. I find it difficult to find meaning in what I do anymore.. classic case of disobeying the wise advise of Proverbs 3:5-6 which says trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. Acknowledge Him in all you do and He will guide your footstep.

Loads of stuff in my mind. I’ve not slept for more then 6 hours straight every night accept for three or four other nights. I think officially I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Or have I?

I’d like to think that I’m in a transitional phase. A phase where work comes in undone, leaves me half done. No, I’m not leaving things half-done. What I am doing is taking on an extra load to make sure the work that leaves me eventually gets done.

Allow me to explain. I’m taking extra trouble to train people. Because I know that I cannot possibly do even a fraction of the work that is available. So I use my current projects as trials for the people I train.

Yes, you can say I’m pushing my work to others. Then again, if I don’t train others, I’m setting up my field for disaster. It’s no time for monopolising when the work of God is concern.

That said, I’m not indespensable or am I the best at what I do. I’m just here at this time and I see this need. So to the best of my ability and by the grace of God, I stand in the gap for now. But God’s Spirit will be moving elsewhere and I have to follow. Thus, leaving a gap again.

Erm.. I just wanna say sorry to everyone I’ve offended or put off this past few days. Yes, I am moody, selfish, distracted, over-analytical, self-adsorb, pushy, too driven, boastful, loud and frank. Dang. Sorry.