The Benevolent Universe

The more I think about it, the more I believe how interconnected we are—whether it’s people we meet, life situations, our travels, etc. Buddhists have believed this all the time and now physicists can confirm that it’s true. I won’t go into the deeper aspects of this, but I don’t think there’s such a thing as coincidence…things have already been planned for each and every one of us by a supreme Being (you can call it God, Jesus, Buddha, whatever…it doesn’t matter) Sometimes I just like to call it the Universe.

Step back in time to December 2010 when I was really in a depression pit. And God sent along these two kind souls who were visiting Penang all the way from Tucson, Arizona. Yes, I’m referring to Marg and Steve Swink (see picture below). They were featured in a blog post here.

A very valuable lesson that I learnt from Marg is that while it is true that good friendships take time to grow, sometimes someone comes along who just makes you feel good in the blink of an eye. Marg is that kind of person and I’m so glad that we’ve kept in touch all this while. And today this fantastic package arrived in the mail. I was so happy, I almost cried!

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My eyes did a double take when I saw the airmail postage—a whopping $36.25USD (RM116)! I opened up the envelope and there was this beautiful gift and birthday card inside.

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I opened the gift wrapping carefully (I’m not one of those who tear the wrapping apart like a rabid dog…how uncivilized) and inside were four beautiful calendars. Thank you so much, Marg! I love you. Now I’m going to cry…waaaaaaaah! Although we’re 9000 miles apart, I still feel your presence and your laughter here…take care now.

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Thank you, God!

Yesterday saw me completely overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness. I tried hard to shake it off, I really did. But no, it was a downer. However, I had to work at the hotel, so off I went, and started tinkling on the piano as usual. I played quite a few Christmas tunes, the ones I like best are the more somber ones like Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and I’ll Be Home for Christmas. Halfway through my set, a Caucasian couple walked past and the wife paused by my side and said something along these lines: “I wish you didn’t play so much Christmas music, I’m a long way from home and I’m feeling homesick.”

I replied, “Are your from the States?” She said yes, she and her husband live in Arizona. I was starting to perk up, so I said “You’re not from Tucson, are you?” And my goodness, she said “YES!” I stopped playing in mid-song and jumped up. We talked for about 15 minutes and it was like the good Lord had sent this couple to cheer me up. Thank you, Marg and Steve, for being so kind and warm to me. We talked about my college days in Tucson, and it was like revisiting with old friends. We laughed, and we hugged…awww! I haven’t had any hugs lately and it was so good to receive one!

Unfortunately Marg and Steve will be flying to Singapore tomorrow and they’re doing some touring in Asia before they head home to Tucson next month. I’ll be keeping in touch, Marg. That’s a promise. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to both of you. God bless!

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The ABC’s of Me (A-C)

A: Arizona, America

I had originally intended to continue my music studies in the UK but as life would have it, circumstances changed and I found myself in this new continent (see this post) I remember those years fondly, 1981-1984. A new country, a new environment, new friends…if I could relive it I’d do it all over again (perhaps with a few changes here and there, *wink!*) Notwithstanding the countless nights I spent studying away at the library till 2 a.m. in the morning just to maintain my GPA, days of toil in the practice rooms with crappy pianos…and working at one of the staff restaurants in the Student Union—these experiences remain as priceless treasures in my memories.

Arizona is probably one of the sunniest places on Earth. Couple that with blue and smog-free skies, good native folks, and good food (burp!) it’s probably one of the nicest places to be in. Well perhaps not in the summertime though, lol.

B: Books, Birthdays, Blessings

Think I'm going to get this book!I’ve loved books since I was young. Thanks to my parents, I had a steady stream of books flowing my way. There were comics, fairy tales, educational books, story books, encyclopedias, etc. I devoured them all. Later on it was Reader’s Digest, TIME, Newsweek, novels, etc. And when I became a computer geek with the launch of Windows 95 the flow of books became a torrent—especially with the For Dummies range of books—I loved those, they were so engrossing to read. I must have at least two dozen of them sitting in my bookshelves and cupboards.

The books I’ve read lately include:

  • The Rules of Love by Richard Templar. 100 rules, each only two pages long, but what a wealth of information on this elusive and fickle subject!
  • Got What It Takes? by Bill Boggs. “Successful people reveal how they made it to the top.” A very, very inspiring book to read—now let me find Donald Trump or Sir Richard Branson’s email address and telephone numbers.
  • Reader’s Digest Select Editions 4 best selling books combined into one, at an unbeatable price.
  • You: The Owner’s Manual by Michael Roizen and Mehmet Oz. I must thank Joi Sigers for pointing me to this fascinating book in her wonderful blog. I was at a bookstore last night, and what do you know, this book was on sale—I couldn’t believe it, it was going for only $10! You: The Owner’s Manual and I quote: “challenges  your preconceived notions about how the human body works and ages, then takes you on a tour through all of the highways, back roads, and landmarks inside of you.”
  • Oops, confession time. I haven’t read this one in a while, so I really have to get back to it. Yes, I’m talking about the Bible, the greatest book ever written—period.

I love birthdays, especially my own Smile This year’s was great—read all about it in my earlier posts:

I don’t bat an eyelid about the growing old routine. In fact I just completed a comprehensive quiz at realage and found that I am actually 5 years younger than my calendar age—woot! So let me have another slice of my birthday cake, preferably blueberry cheese.

I have a funny ritual that I do every every morning I wake up: I flex all my ten fingers and toes, and I thank God for another day ahead, and that I have all my five senses fired up and ready to go. When I hit the sack at night, I thank the Lord again for another blessed day, and drift off to sleep. Want happiness in your life? Always count your blessings. 

C: Coffee, Chocolate, Computers

My three vices and they both happen to begin with the letter C. Yes I am a coffee addict, but a very well-controlled one (or a very predictable one, take your pick) I need a mug of caffeine in the morning (very important, or else I’d end up with a splitting headache) and then another in the afternoon. I used to drink coffee with sugar way back in the 80’s (I know it’s disgusting, Miss Miller, do bear with me) but these days I take just a pinch of sugar in my java. Honestly if I didn’t have at least a cup of coffee a day, I’d go weak in the knees and dissolve into a pile of filthy-stained denims. What’s more—unlike some people that I envy, I can’t consume any java after 7 pm or so. Unless I want to remain awake the whole night.

Chocolate makes me happy. I like it in any form, whether it’s the usual dark chocolate bar (my favorite), chocolate ice cream, chocolate cake (the E & O Hotel always has nice black forest cake, yummy), etc. And baloney about chocolate giving you acne and all that rubbish—I just make sure I drink plenty of water after I finish this heavenly snack. Moreover, dark chocolate contains flavonoids (an antioxidant), which…

…can help maintain a healthy heart and good circulation, and reduce blood clotting that could lead to heart attack and stroke. Flavonoids help the body by neutralizing potentially cell-damaging substances known as oxygen-free radicals, which are a normal by-product of metabolism (taken from this heart disease website)

The same website also states that every 100g of dark chocolate contains approximately 500 calories. There’s a possibility of gaining weight here if one goes overboard on the chocolate ship, but since I never seem to gain much weight, I can  brush that one aside—muahaha!

The first computer I ever bought was an Apple IIe clone way back in 1986. Then there was this humongous desktop beast, a 486DX with 4MB of RAM running Windows 3.1. I went through a succession of computers after that, “graduating” with each introduction of a new OS. I used to have a friend who would bail me out whenever my computers went on the fritz…I’d be calling him practically every week (the operating systems at that time were unstable, you know) That is, until one fateful day when he blurted out to me very plainly, “You can’t expect me to come straightaway every time you’ve got computer troubles…” or something to that effect. I was taken aback at first, maybe a little hurt. Then something inside me figured that it might be high time to learn the ins and outs of the PC, which is what I did. I bought books and computer magazines, and learned the ropes…and the rest is history (such a modest guy am I)

I’ve been servicing, repairing, and building Intel-based computers for years now and needless to say I’m pretty good at it (Miss Modesty has gone off again). I’m waiting eagerly for the release of Windows 7 just round the corner…this may prove to be another excuse to upgrade that small 80GB hard disk of mine. We shall see!

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Years in America: The Paradox of Time (episode 10)

Now this is going to sound weird, and maybe I’ve been watching too many Twilight Zone reruns, but I will try to explain.

It was May 1984. I’d completed all the course requirements for my Bachelor of Music degree, and thousands of happy Undergraduates and Graduates like me were just waiting for Commencement (the Graduation ceremony held at McKale Center) This was a major milestone in my life, because it meant that I was now a formal Bachelor of Music, and that I would be returning home to Malaysia to carve out a living of my own. I was very fortunate that my parents took the trouble and expense (very last-minute, I might add) and decided to come out all the way to Tucson to attend my Commencement. I had told them that it wasn’t necessary as they had recently attended my brother’s graduation in London, England. I was worried that they were spending too much money. At that time in my life, I was looking forward to returning home (no more studying—yay)

Fast forward to the present—2009, and cue the Twilight Zone music, please. 25 years have passed—where did all those years go? And this is the strangest part. I woke up one morning, depressed, and it hit me like a ton of bricks—what if my destination wasn’t really my home? What if the place I left was actually where I should call my home?

The more I thought about it, the stronger this feeling grew. It was as if I shouldn’t have come back here, I should have stayed on in Tucson. Of course events would have changed dramatically if I had done that. And yet, something seemed to be telling me that I should have stayed in the USA.

It’s a little funny ending my Years in America episodes in this manner, but I have made up my mind about one thing: I will return to the United States as soon as I can.

God bless all of you.

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Years in America (episode 1)

I had some moments of trepidation on my flight over to Los Angeles—had I made the correct decision in going over to the States to further my studies? Could I get accustomed to the American culture and way of life? Would I fit in? These and other similar thoughts were gnawing into my subconscious, but then another comforting thought (perhaps my conscience) surfaced. It said to me quietly, “Cheer up. Relax. You’ve made your decision about this in England. Accept what is to come with open arms and an open mind.”

The Laker Skytrain touched down in LAX one cool evening in January 1981. Here I was, setting foot on American soil for the first time in my life! Ronald Reagan was about to be sworn in as the 40th US President. On arrival I cleared customs and immigration, then proceeded to Arrivals where I was met by this Asian guy (from a voluntary organization for foreign students) holding a signboard with my name on it. We exchanged greetings, he took me to one of the restaurants for a bite to eat, then spoke to me a little about American culture. Pretty soon it was time for me to go over to the domestic terminal for my flight to Tucson, Arizona via Continental Airlines. I said goodbye to him and boarded the short one-hour flight.

It was pretty late by the time the plane touched down in Tucson. Now I was feeling very much alone; I did not know a single soul here. But somehow I knew that I had to become independent, so I went to the Information desk and enquired about accommodation in the city. They recommended one of the less expensive motels, and I hopped on a cab (American for taxi) and checked in. I did remember to tip the driver because I’d been told about the tipping culture in the US. There were another few days before the University opened for Spring semester registration so I would have some free time at hand.

The motel was pretty basic, it had a clean bed and a nice shower. I remember going to a Village Inn diner nearby for my meals, and I was pleasantly surprised that people here were amazingly friendly. A greeting like “hi, how are you doing?” was enough to lift my spirits. When I went to the same diner on my second day, the staff were eager to exchange some small talk with me, and naturally I told them that I was going to start my undergraduate course at the University soon and that got us chatting away. I’m not very particular when it comes to food, and American food isn’t bad, plus the fact that I’m a coffee junkie (old habits die hard) made me feel at home here. Anyways my dad always reminded me that we eat to live, not live to eat!

I should also mention another fact that perked me up was the climate. Unlike London, Tucson had blue and sunny skies—it was wonderful for me to see this on my first morning there. The British weather can be so dull and depressing in contrast. Moreover it was very warm. Arizona is mainly semi-desert, and probably one of the sunniest places on Earth.

It soon came time for me to leave for the University of Arizona, since I had already arranged for dorm housing. Plus I would have to attend to my Spring semester registration and enrollment. After having one final breakfast at the Village Inn, I said my goodbyes to the staff there and left for the university.

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