As the year came to an end, I found myself reflecting what I did the past year. Just the other day my sister in-law was asking my brother in-law what was some of his greatest achievements for the year. Quietly, I tried to answer that question myself too. Boy! It was quite a challenge. I began to think - how do we define achievements? Is it the amount of money we make every month? Is it the amount of community work we do a week? Is it the number of certificates we have?
After pondering for a while, I came up with my own, well, definition, kind of. Achievements are something like a chipsmore cookie - “now you see it, now you don’t”. HUH! What do you mean ? Well let me explain! Achievements are just like chipsmore that is not always there or permanent one minute, it is there and the next it may not mean anything. To me my greatest achievement is knowing that I have given more than I have to the people around me. Just to see the look on their faces when they have finally overcome the challenge.
Let me just share with you. Just last month I was told that I’m going for the Brat’s year end programme. I was really excited as I’ve always enjoyed the “adventures” we had with these young “wanna-be” journalists. I was told by John that I’ll be on a raft with 7 youths and the journey will take a total of 10 hours. My reaction was `Great, let’s go rafting.’ (Well they don’t call me “crazy horse” for nothing). I still remember that warm cloudy morning when we started I told myself that no matter what, I’m going to keep the “energy” up even if I lose my voice. My team-mates on the raft were Aimee, Cynthia, Yin Peng, Muz, the 2 Caths (Cath See and Cath Yeoh) and last but not least Phui Yee and occasionally the videographer Tuck.
We began our journey rather solemnly as we were very focused on just trying to get into the rhythm of rowing. The people did not know what they were getting themselves into, and after building a playground for the past 2 days. They were not looking forward to this arduous journey, especially when there are only 3 guys in our raft. Yup! Girl power! They were already tired for the past 2 days of working under the sun and now rafting under the hot sun for 3 hours.
As usual, the noisiest and loudest among us was yours truly. That really kept them going and we had lots of fun through the journey talking about food, music, ghost stories, food and more food. Like they say time flies when you’re having fun and before we knew it, we arrived at out first stop. You should see the look on their faces - the smiles and the joy on their faces. Priceless!
The next day we continued our journey – another 7 hours down the river but this time the challenge was even tougher. The sky was blue and the sun was shining which meant only one thing – scorching heat. We started our journey in high spirits after yesterday’s conquest. This time I knew stronger motivation was required.
This time to get our minds off the task at hand, we began talking about food as usual and some of us began to whine and groan in hunger. Aimee as usual was one of the noisiest and the only way to make a teenager quiet is to give her chipsmore. The power of food soon became a motivating factor for our raft. That’s when we decided to call our boat Kopi tiam. We even had a session of “berbalas pantun” (impromptu poems) with a Roman slave-driver (guess who) making sure the raft moves in the right direction.
All our raft had was chipsmore so chipsmore became the main highlight for us (actually more for Aimee). I told her “Aimee you can see the chipsmore pack if we over take 1 boat”. And she smartly asked what if we overtake all 3 boats that were in front of us? So I told her “You’ll get to smell it if we overtake the second boat and you’ll get to eat the chipsmore if we overtake the 3rd”. She then burst into a loud cry “Let’s go chipsmore!” I did not know what got into the rest of us as we all began paddling like we were being chased by a giant croc. After we passed the first boat all of us shouted “Come on we can do it!” Even the boatman was in on it.
The intensity of our paddling grew and we were all pumped up and motivated. I was already losing my voice with my shouts of encouragement and trying to keep the rhythm. We finally overtook the third and final boat that was ahead of us. We were finally in front. A cry of jubilation filled the air together with a sense of satisfaction and achievement. Again priceless! Immediately we took out the chipsmore packs, opened them and everyone, boatman included, ate them all up. Chipsmore had never tasted so good.
While enjoying our chipsmore moment, two boats passed us by. Nope, we did not win that race but we felt we won something more precious that day. It surely was a journey to remember. It was not about winning the race but how we ran it. I did not give up and neither did they. My comrades in Kopitiam believed in each other and that together, they could conquer Sungai Perak. And that my friends, was among some of my achievements for the year.