The Thrilling Weekend
My weekend started out Friday night. My dad just bought this new camera, Olympus FE 230. And there was this thing where if you spent more than 500 Ringgit in a single receipt at the camera fair you get to go into the wind tunnel/booth thingy and for 10 seconds grab whatever that you can. There’s cash which will be converted into vouchers and instant prizes.
So my dad called me during lunch, told me a bout it and to go do it after work. Then I said why not we all go together after dinner. We went and my dad wanted to try out the new camera. He was holding the camera filming and my mom was holding my phone filming. Both were on video mode. I thought if one doesn’t work at least there would be back up. I was dead wrong. As dead as a nail on a board. God knows what my mom was doing but all she got was the first three seconds of the video. My dad however got the head part and the tail part of the event. All I saw from my dad’s side was the guy explaining the rules to me and me coming out from the booth. THAT’S IT. And on my phone my mom got the floor for a good three seconds. Of course there is no picture or video what so ever of me in the booth looking like I have eight arms flying everywhere.
I swear DO NOT ever let my parents use cameras. Because they will get side tracked to what’s in front of them and forget to actually take a picture or a video. And yet my dad just bought this brand spanking new camera. He was trying to read the manuals to figure out how to use it. Trust me it’s a waste of time. If you wanna learn how to use a new gadget or software, the best way is to fiddle around with it. You’ll learn faster and you will learn at your understanding. That’s the way I do things at least.
Anyway the thing didn’t go that bad. As soon as the guy explained the rules to me, I stepped in the booth, he told me to kick the stuff to let it fly up and then when he blows his whistle I have 10 seconds to grab whatever. So my plan was to grab what’s in front of me and grab with my right hand and hold everything in my left hand. In the end I ended up with a 10 Ringgit voucher which can be used to buy anything and I would get 10 Ringgit off. I also got a pouch and this Sigg water bottle. Believe me 10 seconds flew by fast and it wasn’t as easy as it looked grabbing paper that is flying in front of you. All I know is that as soon as he blew the whistle my left hand grabbed some paper and I held it tight. The next day however was THE day.
So THE day. Of course things have to be screwed up. The organizers however screwed up the 17 and above plank breaking category. The planks that they gave us were the real solid kinds compared to the usual ones that we are supposed to use. Which is lighter and it is meant for demonstration purposes. When we found out that we got the crap planks, I knew our routine was gonna be fucked up and it did. It got fucked up bad. I was really pissed, disappointed and annoyed. If we had gotten the planks that we were supposed to get, I am sure we would get a medal placing. But we (The Bond Girls) came home empty handed. Instead I got a big bruise on my right elbow. Was a little swollen but it’s gone down a bit now. So the video during rehearsal was obviously better than we did on the day. Basically it all didn’t go smoothly as planned. Revenge shall be mine next year.
So my dad called me during lunch, told me a bout it and to go do it after work. Then I said why not we all go together after dinner. We went and my dad wanted to try out the new camera. He was holding the camera filming and my mom was holding my phone filming. Both were on video mode. I thought if one doesn’t work at least there would be back up. I was dead wrong. As dead as a nail on a board. God knows what my mom was doing but all she got was the first three seconds of the video. My dad however got the head part and the tail part of the event. All I saw from my dad’s side was the guy explaining the rules to me and me coming out from the booth. THAT’S IT. And on my phone my mom got the floor for a good three seconds. Of course there is no picture or video what so ever of me in the booth looking like I have eight arms flying everywhere.
I swear DO NOT ever let my parents use cameras. Because they will get side tracked to what’s in front of them and forget to actually take a picture or a video. And yet my dad just bought this brand spanking new camera. He was trying to read the manuals to figure out how to use it. Trust me it’s a waste of time. If you wanna learn how to use a new gadget or software, the best way is to fiddle around with it. You’ll learn faster and you will learn at your understanding. That’s the way I do things at least.
Anyway the thing didn’t go that bad. As soon as the guy explained the rules to me, I stepped in the booth, he told me to kick the stuff to let it fly up and then when he blows his whistle I have 10 seconds to grab whatever. So my plan was to grab what’s in front of me and grab with my right hand and hold everything in my left hand. In the end I ended up with a 10 Ringgit voucher which can be used to buy anything and I would get 10 Ringgit off. I also got a pouch and this Sigg water bottle. Believe me 10 seconds flew by fast and it wasn’t as easy as it looked grabbing paper that is flying in front of you. All I know is that as soon as he blew the whistle my left hand grabbed some paper and I held it tight. The next day however was THE day.
So THE day. Of course things have to be screwed up. The organizers however screwed up the 17 and above plank breaking category. The planks that they gave us were the real solid kinds compared to the usual ones that we are supposed to use. Which is lighter and it is meant for demonstration purposes. When we found out that we got the crap planks, I knew our routine was gonna be fucked up and it did. It got fucked up bad. I was really pissed, disappointed and annoyed. If we had gotten the planks that we were supposed to get, I am sure we would get a medal placing. But we (The Bond Girls) came home empty handed. Instead I got a big bruise on my right elbow. Was a little swollen but it’s gone down a bit now. So the video during rehearsal was obviously better than we did on the day. Basically it all didn’t go smoothly as planned. Revenge shall be mine next year.
The Bond Girls
On the second day however, I was roped into the secretariat’s desk and all day my voice could be heard over the PA system announcing sparring bouts. I had front row seats to rink A and that was where some of my people fought. Of course I was yelling at the top of my lungs and once in a while I was temped to shout into the mic to cheer them on. even though we had a disappointing first day, we became the over champions for the second day.
Day one
Overall champions
What was weird over the weekend was this. On Facebook there is this application called the “Fortune Cookie” and it functions like an ordinary fortune cookie. On it mine said this.
And this morning I realized that I did have a thrilling time. It was the competition over the weekend. It’s either that fortune cookie is true or it was pure coincidence. I had two other fortune cookies back in America (yes just two) and I wasn’t sure it was true or not though.
Jason's five tile elbow
I made the cover of The Taekwondo Times
Albert's winning side kick
Taekwondo Times curtesy of Jane Yeap
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