My students emerged champion of hymn singing competition!

My sunday school students from Nanda2, merely made the cut to emerge champion of the group aged 5-8 category of the hymn singing competition! They sang Brahma of My Heart one of my fave song from the igemz album. Naturally I'd teach all my students to sing this song, and using the song lyrics to teach them about the kindness of our mother and father. Every Mother's Day and Father's Day, my students will sing this song in class and they actually love it! Too bad last year, there was no hymn singing competition if not my then 11-year-old class student would go nuts over singing this song.

This year, I'm one of the co-teacher for Nanda2, an orientation class for students aged 7-8 years old. None of my students took part in the story telling, but that's not a bad thing, cos with only 3 teachers, we cannot handle this hyperactive noisy and no-eye-see class! My co-teachers doesn't really teach chanting and hymn singing, so I quite single-handedly prepared my class students for both chanting and hymn singing.

The fact that I'm also the main organiser for the competition, doesn't really give me the advantage, cos the judges don't really know who are the teachers. I've observed that my class biggest challenger was Nanda1 during the prelim! We share the same class room, except that I'm in the school2 session. I supposed there were more dedicated teachers for Nanda1. Anyway, for chanting, my class was no match for the rest of them of the same category, simply because they cannot remember the whole sutta! In class during practise, I usually chant along with them, with the whole class. I underestimated the children's memory power. Not many can really memorize!

Anyway, I'm actually really happy after the event last Sunday, although there was major microphone-breaking-out problem during the start, which unfortunately dragged the whole programme! I was really panicky inside, wondering how would the show go on without further delay, with the stupid mic problem at the huge hall. Me and wiring doesn't really click. I remember I dislike 'electric circuits' in my 1st semester. It's something beyond my control, I can't fix the problem and nobody can.

Alas, I'm thankful for bro Lim who brought down the portable mic, and the temple boys brought over 2 big portable speakers to substitue the hall's PA system. The number of microphones reduced from 6 to 3. Towards the way, somehow there were 4 mic.

The hymn singing competition which was what most students would be anticipating for finally started about 40 mins later than scheduled. I had no time to bring my class students for a final round of practise with the keyboardist -mhuiy. I'm really thankful that she suggested that we could use the old piano inside Sri Dhamma hall, where it was actually only half occupied! I saw the Youth Section people having a workshop, with not many people, I just dared myself in and smiled and just pleaded for them to *chup* for 5 minutes for my class students to come in to practise our song with mhuiy. Ohhh.. i can see they were reluctant, cos its distracting to them... but this practise was needed, for my students aren't really pro in following the melody, they just love to sing and when they sing they just SING!

Mhuiy gave them a tip about how to start singing not-off-key, by humming inside their heart when she play the intro. It works! My students just have to listen to the tune, hum inside and start singing at the right key!

Whoaalaaa! After what took more than 10mins *ahem sorry YS*, we dashed back to the Asoka Hall, and I got them lined up and all of us including me just got so excited for our turn. They were all not scared. They were more excited than scared...

"Teacher! Teacher! I want to sing with the mic!"
"Teacher! Teacher! I also want the mic!"
"Iyyeeerrr teacher, I also want!"

3 of them, the 3 'leaders' were positioned infront in the middle, although one of the girl was too tall for 8yo, and they took turn to introduce the class and then say "this song is specially dedicated to all our parents".

I think my other students who were too naughty to take part came to the front to watch, and once the keyboardist started to play... the whole hall practially calmed down. *miraculously* and all eyes were on them. And they sang with all their mighty heart ~ on key! Bam! Yes! It doesn't matter that some of them don't really remember all the hand movements, and some were too stone to sway their body and the handmovements doesnt look in synch. Their voice were loud and clear, and can say full of sweetness. The girl in the centre, sang so loud, (but not off key) and lead the whole group to sing in tune, on pace with the keyboardist mhuiy!

When they said thankyou and bow, the whole floor cheered! *Whoaah* really good performance I guess, I'm not sure if Nanda2 was good enough to beat Nanda1 who sang "Buddha's Love" without any music accompaniment yet it was simple, loud, clear & good!

In the end, it was actually a tie for the 1st place, btwn Nanda1 and Nanda2... *ahem* only me and the judges knew this. So I told the judges they had to choose the 1st and 2nd, no tie. All my gifts were prepared according to positions. So few minutes later, they added 1 more mark for Nanda2. I have no idea why so, I'm so tempted to know why and I hope its not because I'm the teacher for that class. (found out later from aaron that because the marks given for my class were more consistent). *phew*

They deserved to win! Cool eh?!
During prize presentation, my class students couldn't wait to dash to the stage to collect the prize. I know they're crazy, they're mad. I don't know what sorta food their parents feed them... they rushed to unwrap the big package and have no patience. I had to sternly sound them. I think this class of students need chinese-school-teacher-teaching-method to discipline them. If I could actually use a rotan in sunday school!

I'm so happy myself, my class won! *phewiittt* Click here to view more pictures.

For those of you who'd not heard of this beautiful song, it does really melt your heart! Somebody actually youtubed it! *ahem me too*

Complain what!??!!

No reply so far from AirAsia. Not like there's any hope for them to pay us back our expensive return flight by MAS.

If there's a need for me to shoot a letter to the media and fire up all the disbelief dissatisfaction & disappointment, it's gotta do with all our lost of "freedom" in this society.

Our friend's whole laptop bag got snatched away while walking towards Uptown, and she lost her personal laptop! If I was her, I'll be so fried up, cos of the lost of data, lost of company's work, lost of personal photos that I download to my laptop... worst of all, my backup external drive (with all my years of pictures compilation) is always inside the same laptop back! Digital data is very important to me, I even have all the camp stuff, all my work-related documents from my 1st job until now, kept inside my external hdd, kept inside my laptop bag.

I know this can happen to anyone, but I cannot understand why snatch thief occurs so rampantly and everyday this terrible crime is increasing but not reducing?! Why in this developing Malaysian society?

My pakistani penpal is right, it's safer in anywhere else I'd travel to in the world, than my own backyard. There's nothing creepy or scary walking down the street in Prague alone at night.

In my own country, on every count of this snatch thief occuring, I'm snatched of my freedom. My freedom to walk freely. In the West, they encourage you to walk or cycle, from one street to another, if its just a short distant away, but in my country, when you choose to 'walk', you have to keep all your bags out of sight, be extra careful, set your heart and mind in full alarm mode, but inspite of all that, you're still vulnerable! Until the point that we now have to chant "GIRLS SHOULD NEVER WALK ALONE AT NIGHT!" Which is ripping off a female species freedom.

My grandma was robbed at knife point right infront of her house in broad daylight.

2 aunties' handbag were snatched while walking & they fell. One aunt was in shock, another aunt broke her front tooth.

My coursemate was pregnant, her handbag left inside passenger's seat car was 'taken' away right infront of her own house.

The exact same thing happen to another aunty.

So now, I cannot walk alone at night or day time, I cannot put my handbag infront of the car seat...

THIEF oh dear thief... who are you? Why do you want to do rip off our freedom in this soceity?!

Can I blame the authority and the whole screwed up system? Why "greed" is so adamant in these $%^%@#&^%# thief, dont they have conscience in them? Do they want their own daughters / mothers / sisters' handbag being snatched away?

Have the police ever caught ANY of these criminal? Atleast attempt to give a good chase or TRY to do something? The police station is just down the road where the snatch theft happened to my friend walking to towards Uptown.

I don't want to surrender. I don't know what I can do to fight against snatch theft cases, but I wont easily submit in just because I'm born a girl. I'll use all my mental energy that I have, and gather all my fellow female friends, to focus on the thought of all the evil thief that have no conscience -->> to PAY BACK!!!

Ommmmmm.........%^(*&$%!$##!$%$%&*(*&^%$$~#$%!!!!!

Family Helpdesk

..imagine i work in an IT environment, with the hardcore server team sitting very near me who speaks loads of IT jargons all the time...

*mobile phone ring*

"Ah Joon ah! What is a thumb drive? Is it like a disc?"

"It's like a pen drive."

"Can copy wan ah? I want to download something from the internet... how much is a thumbdrive?"

"Depending on the size you want, usually people buy 1GB now for about rm50++"

"I dont want so big la.. got small wan ah? Small wan how much?"

"errr.. you just go and buy the 1GB la.. rm50++"

"I want to copy something from internet la..."

"Then I lend you my thumbdrive la (ah chek), I got extra thumbdrive... even my bro & my cousin at home got."

*mumble with another man who asked for another cd also*

"OH ok ok.. next week I come and borrow from you..."

*geez... hope my colleagues didn't hear my conversation with my relative...*

Tahan.. tahan... tahan...

It's not that I cannot let go, I've breathed in, closed my eyes and let go of him. But every now and then when the mind wonders, the thought of him return.

No no im not talking abt boyfriend. Sayang would surely help me to humiliate him infront of everyone.

He is one of the 'siu-yan' (small people) in my life, that is a hindrance to my career or my job. I don't believe I'd did anything wrong to him, he just sit across the same cubicle row as me, he's from another team, he's the teamlead of all the field services engineers across Asia, he's your worst office-enemy.

This is not the first time, won't be the last time, if I continue my stint in this company (I don't intend to quit for locality reason) that I have to put up with this stupid nonsense. He like to add oil to fire, instead of helping to put off the fire.

And he's the dog to the big boss. So he dare to cc to the big boss, a tiny problem that I faced. No the problem is not with me, I did all I could do within my technical capacity to fix the stupid software installation problem, and even escalated to various people to get idea on how to fix the software installation issue. In the end, the logic was simple, if the same source of installation file can work for all other machines in across all China, why can't it work for that 1 @#$$ machine?!

Machine problem!!!

So I open ticket to the field service engineer in China to obviously rebuild the user machine, which is obviously the last resort.

THAT IDIOT think he's sooo bladdy smart, without investigating, nor asking me, escalated to all the higher level (without putting me in the loop) that I should have solve my own software problem instead of asking fs guy to rebuild the machine. AND cc to the BIG boss who already don't have good impression of my team due to past poor incidents.

My teamlead knows what this bladdy arsehole is up to.

Now me and my teamlead is digging out all the prove and story to CYA. That prove that its a machine problem that's why the need to rebuild the machine and the machine causes my software installation failure.

My teamlead fwd and bcc her correspondance with this bladdy arsehole, and now my manager is assigned to solve this matter, which came from no where.

My job has been smooth and calm so far, why does this idiot who is right now just sitting across the same row as me, i see him, he see me everyday, have to find problem with me?! I so wish to tell him off... "you got problem you find me, you don't go cc to the big boss and pock my back as you wish!"

Tahan.. tahan... tahan...

the problem with me is why I have to be patient with him, why can't I shoot him back...

nevermind, in my last day of work here, i hope i can nicely give him my piece of crude sarcastic remark. *dont worry he's a nobody, everybody knows he's sly except the BIG boss*

Jeng jeng jeng!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!! I finally bought it! On Sunday night, 1st July, me and CO went camera hunting at Sg Wang! With some cash in hand, we resorted to ask for best price with cash on spot payment for 2 units of the same model!

Jeng jeng jeng... the model is none other than the Canon EOS 400D, with anti-dust feature inside (like I really know), with kit-lense, and the package include 2GB CF card, 2 bags and a lense cleaning cloth! The price was rm26*0! Wooohoo...

So I knew I could get rm2680 offer from Pudu, so at Sg Wang, first we entered Tarita, I asked for best price, she actually quoted rm2688 which was cool enough. So we went down to a shop JS recommended called Boeing, the lady servicing us was way much efficient and seemed knowledgable compared to the pretty lass at Tarita who took quite some time checking on the pc to check for bestprice.

So I was pretty sure that's the best offer from Boeing, so we went ATM hunting.. ahhh but my Maybank card max withdrawal aday is rm1k!! How.. ok take out SBB card.. hmm woo still got some cash inside, dont care *deeett* take out.

Actually my saving accounts would not have so much cash if not for gaji masuk, but I wont survive my whole month if I dont strike a deal with CO! :P haha.. you see pay by credit card would incur 5% charge. OK so with 106 pcs of 50 ringgit notes we exchanged for 2 sets of market hottest DSLR!!

Now why didn't CO go for this Nikon D40x if the picture turns out better actually? The shoplady explained that Nikon lenses are more expensive, so in the long turn, if wanna buy lense, expensive affair! Canon got more compatible lenses, and its cheaper. Also pictures can be edited! All settings can be set.. blah.. let me find out later what she meant by, I can change the skin colour of a person with the camera...

I didn't trade in my S2IS... I'm wondering if its actually faulty :P Nah... my cllg suggest that I sell it to my bro 2nd hand! I have no idea what's the value of my very scratched S2IS.. you know me la... very chor lor. Don't know how to be gentler abit with the gadgets. I think I can still use it anyhow! My parents and my bro use it.. im not so reluctant to teach my blur parents how to use a digital camera.. hopefully wont be too blood-vomitting. My parents are really doh... where do you think I get my genes!

I'm so going sampat with this... hopefully will improve my skills :P and not look so dumb when talking to the guys..

Jack of all trade

When I was called up by a photographer if I'm interested to be 2nd photographer where he dont mind training me, but I must atleast have a EOS400D... and my 1st assignment was to a vihara wedding registration do on Saturday afternoon...

In my mind, I just thought, whoaah... is this gonna be serious? Me becoming 2nd photographer? Me getting paid for just taking pictures for people (doing things that I like & earn $ for it)?

Well, here I am sitting in my IT desk, working as operation technical support, specifically dealing with CA product, there I have a bigger life outside work -- volunteer as teacher for sunday school, coordinating Buddhist youth events, learning about market trend & understanding indepth how funds work, taking care of investors' fund performance, barely surviving at home helping my relatives as internet-down troubleshooter / driver / babysitter / airasia or hotel booker... what am I Jack of all trade?!

I was described as a generalist than a specialist by somebody. Even in IT field, I think it'll be really boring if I end up being a specialist in just one technical aspect. But a technical specialist can demand more pay and probably work in a more stable environment *yawn boring*. I wish I can learn more about management, and learn how to deal with people of all level. I like to talk, yet not so confident in talking too much. I like to think, but somewhat lazy to think of genius ways to add value to cinepek company.

I like music, I like culture, I like travelling, I like taking pictures, I like to learn, I like to talk, I like to invest, I like to dream, I like to spend time with people I love, I like to help, I like to plan, I like to inspire, I like to have fun...

There's so many things I like to do or I'm getting myself into doing where time and $ permits... should I narrow down the spectrum of my interests and just be more focus in my doings in life?

I find this Jack of all trade vs specialization article interesting read.

Rant about mom

You wanna know how easy is it to start a verbal fight with my mom? Imagine you're me, playing with ur laptop and mom is sitting across the table. Suddenly she made a comment "Your brother sms me to tell me he didn't get any increment, because he worked only 8 months so no increment.. but his boss give him 1 month bonus... what do you think?"

*not paying much attention... but really don't wanna talk about it..*

"Ha.. so what's your comment?" (and she repeated again what she'd just said)

"Whaatttt! You're trying to rub it in isit? You know in the 1st 2 years of my work life I didnt get any increment and didnt get any bonus... *lets not even start about me being contractor only in my 1st job although I'm smarter, and my bro gets paid just as much even with a diploma*

"What's wrong with you?! I'm trying to ask for your comment about your brother, and now you trying make me don't wanna talk, see I don't feel like talking already.. what's wrong with asking you about your comment? Why just because you didn't get paid well enough? You jealous ah..."

"What comment do you want!? What is there to comment?? Whoaah.. your son so good ah!!"

"Well, he actually sms me to tell me how much I want since he got 1 month bonus.."

"Then good for you la! Tell me for what?! What is there for me to comment?"

"Always like that you... cannot have decent chat with you wan..." (walk away...)

~*~

It's like this, how I grew up with my mom. Tym just quoted while msn-ing with me when argument took place "your dad must be so patient to tahan so many years." Exactly! The secret to my parents' many years of being together - my dad will never answer back. He'd learnt his lesson of no point arguing with mom. My mom can be viewed as 'always nice to my brother' but me and my dad just cannot have 'nice chat' with her.

Oh ya, my bro is not very fond of talking, he just go "ya.. ah.. uh.. a.. ya..ah.. uh.." So go figure.

I don't think my mom can take it if I were to tell her off, "its fake". I just don't know how to be nice and keep nodding yes without answering back or giving my opinion, without thinking about what you want to hear. I don't even know how to give a sincere warm smile to my mom sitting across the table when she's irritating me.

Atleast I think sayang understands who I am and agrees about the thing with my mom.

~*~

Just another note, since I'm talking abt my mom. Some days ago, out of no where, mom raised the issue about her will where she'd only one house, to be given to me and my brother. It was said before that the house will be shared by both of us equally half half. Back then I never had sayang. Now she's asking what I think about if she'd give me cash of half of the house value (from her epf withdrawal when she turn 55) instead and the whole house goes to my bro. Good idea!

Before verbally agree to that, of course I'd reminded her that my bro may also want to get his own place to stay.. and you'll never know if you get kicked out of the house... so its better to leave the house under your name until death. Yeah.. she also agreed on that.. who know's what daughter-in-law she'll get in the future.

Why am I writing this!! This is ultra private but that's just about the stuff that could trigger me to write...

Just a simple trip to Perhentian…

Pulau Perhentian was such a beautiful place. Its hard not to compare Perhentian with Redang… actually both are equally beautiful. I can’t pick which island is better judging from the scenery, but base on Marine Park definitely the underwater world in Redang was better. But it was in Perhentian, that I saw 2 big turtles in the sea! It was also more relaxing in Perhentian, with virtually nothing much to do. We only had 2 snorkelling trips but it was surely worth it to do nothing on the 2nd day afternoon.

It must be an interesting sight of my fatty body wrapped with purple swimming suit lying on the beach with 2 gal friends beside me, beneath the shades of a tall tree. I guess one of the best thing about this place, maybe it’s the Western culture, is that nobody bother what you’re doing. There were many Caucasians sun bathing on the beach, every white female would be clad with only bikinis. It was quite like holidaying in a foreign land with such blazing hot sunshine, clear blue sea water, calming sounds of the sea waves…

Wish to show you some of the pictures at my fotopages.. I was trying to mess around with what Bighugelabs can do. Thought I was so stupid to not know how to use a Mosaic Maker, anyway, my friend got nice(r) shots at her site! *I'll admit that some of my pictures suck... a compact nikon can deliver just as great wonder as a bulky S2, thanks to the camera's best friend - the sun*

A simple enjoyable trip aside, the most unforeseeable thing happened at the end... you wont believe it! I've helped to edit the complaint letter to AirAsia, I doubt we'd get back the refund of the MAS airfare that we had to miserably fork out for our return to KL :( A lesson learnt when dealing with AirAsia... always always check your flight schedule!!! Here goes..

RE: BOOKING NO.: AWS8CI
With reference to the above flight booking through your website with the following itinerary: -
Flight Departure Arrival
AK6334 KLIA-LCC Terminal Kuala Terengganu
0715 Thu 14 Jun 2007 0805 Thu 14 Jun 2007

AK6337 Kuala Terengganu KLIA-LCC Terminal
2120 Sat 16 Jun 2007 2210 Sat 16 Jun 2007

We regret to inform that the rescheduling of flight AK6337 time to 1815 hour was oblivious to us, hence we missed the flight departing from the isolated Kuala Terengganu airport to Kuala Lumpur. The failed attempt in trying to contact my mobile number on the night before departure is deemed unprofessional.

We were not the only group stranded by the change of schedule; there was another Japanese couple who faced the same situation as us. Surely being foreigners on holiday in Malaysia, the sudden change of flight time is most unforeseeable for them; they even had a connecting flight back to Japan at 1am from Kuala Lumpur. We (including the Japanese couple) had no other feasible alternative but to purchase must costlier MAS flight ticket back to KL on the same evening. The allowance for us to board the next AirAsia departure flight to KL at the next day 0820 hour is not practical or possible.

It is clearly unreasonable for your well-establish company to reschedule flight time at the eleventh hour. You should inform us earlier of the change of time. If passengers can book your flight more than six months in advance, your management should be able to inform us at least one week ahead! Or at the very least, you could have informed us during check-in at KLIA-LCCT before boarding the flight. A simple gesture that could have saved us a hefty sum of penalty was surely overlooked.

With this letter, we would like to seek for compensation for the extra cost incurred to us in returning from KT to KL, amounting to RM1960.00, deduced from MAS flight charge of RM245 for eight people. Attached herewith the receipt of the MAS flight tickets for your perusal.

Looking forward to your positive reply as soon as possible.

my secret incovar wish

I dunno where to blog this, if I never wrote this, then I may not be able to express it in real life, when I face the team together. Say if there's a reunion dinner where everyone come together, but not everyone having the same motivated spirit that I have.

I wish that people can generally put aside personal differences and treasure unity in diversity. We all know that different people have different habits, different ideas, different attitude, different skillset, different competency level... no one person on earth really do share the SAME thing as we do.

We are leaders of the Buddhist youths, we lead by example, we must walk the talk! Practise the Dhamma, in the basic 5 Precepts, we're being taught time & time again, on not slandering about other people. Of course, I must remind myself too... to lead by example and not just expect others to follow the Dhamma blindly.

Wish everybody is inspired to be self-motivated & reach out to more people, and just be good in all manner.

white hat : post-camp ramble

This is why i wish my blog is not read by many people. I want to write and ramble on about what I felt and thought about the camp, but I couldn't just write it here, if people will be reading it.

Just on this note, u'll sense that its not positive. I want to inspire readers when I write, the existance of people-problem needs to be addressed at personal level, not for me to simply shoot at in my blog. Why people behave or act the way the do, that don't "make things happen" but rather people I see tend to "expect things to happen".

There are only a very minor few who can go all way out, using up all their energy to "make things happen". They can... eg. the two people that I'm truly indebted to - Pevin and Sue.

Pevin took the entire day off on Thursday to be with me at BGF to redo the BCAF program book using indesign. My initial designer had used illustrator, and didnt do a good job. As this is such a huge event, Pevin knows the quality of the book to be printed should be of substantial quality. And since the job is entrusted to BGF, the highly reputable Buddhist organisation, I guess I felt the pressure to cough out a good book.

But time is running short. I spent the whole of the weekend before helping with the IDC. I should have scouted for Pevin's help much earlier, but better late than never. I'm guilty as charged for being too procrastinating. But am I? Being the sole representative for BGF for all the BCAF mtg, what am I the only exco for BGF? Anyway, I also understand everybody got a busy life...

What about my life?

Nonetheless... I'm happy and proud to say.. I'm one of them that can "make things happen". I hijacked Sue on Fri night, to complete the entire program book where Pevin left half way. It's finally 98% completed by 4.15am in the morning... we were both so horribly sleepy, we went to sleep for maybe just 2 hours. Then off to SJBA (where we were supposed to be for the camp) for the early morning visitation. Ahh.. we cannot be late. 13 packs of rice to be delivered to the homes is in my slk, Sue is leader for the orphanage convoy while I'm supposed to lead the group to old folks home. What will happen if both Sue and I really woke up late? We didn't... it just all miraculously happened.

The visitation was a blast, just too zoned out to realise the time to return to camp was supposed to be by 11am, the 2 groups were late on arrival - well bidding goodbye to humans were more time consuming?! :P

On a personal account, while chatting with an old lady seated on my left together with another blind old man on my right -- i cried. We were just casually chatting, nothing serious, cos I've already got to know that the lady is very kind hearted and the blind old man came from a very poor background with no family members to be with him & he's been there for 20+ years. The most simple thing she uttered, I cried.

We were talking about life, being happy. They seems to be happy people. The old lady was always laughing at every sentence I say. So I told the old man, she's a nice lady, always laughing, the lady replied "oh if I don't laugh, then I'll cry... I laugh easily & cry easily... happy I laugh, sad I cry. When I hear sounds (u know funeral procession), then I cry."

The old man agreed she's a happy cheerful lady. We just chilled & stared out at the morning market outside...

I don't feel sad, im just overwhelmed. I don't know if participants felt what I felt. During ixp sharing, I know participants were overwhelmed in their own ways, as some were not used to being around sad and old people. But I am... my bedridden grandfather was never sent to nursing home before his death. My mom, grandma & even grandpa's daughter-in-law took turns to take care of grandpa when he was sick. My skill is not in nursing, but I know how to entertain old boring people. Just talk & listen...

My ixp group that I facilitated came to conclusion that we all must value and appreciate our parents more, and never send our parents to old folks home. It was not about the aspiration to reach out to help those old ppl we met at the home after the camp, as it just made more sense to us to be the best son/daughter to our parents and own grandparents that we can be now. Anyway, the impact was done, the participants were inspired somehow someway.

Now back to the camp, there is a big opportunity for improvements. Im just wondering if committees doesn't realise what's lacking in them or what they should improve on, then they may still be the same people, with the same attitude, with the same result.

My opinion of the camp management is, many a times people "expect things to happen" and just a few people do "make things happen". I think for the people who can really do make things happen, in life they will be rewarded in due time. They probably will feel more inspired, as they could feel a sense of achievement in their life journey.

Never give up trying to do your best in everything that you do!