Anthony Cheung

Anthony, the mutated carbon copy of his twin brother, Alex, (According to my parents, the result of a "Buy-One-Get-One-Free" coupon at K-Mart) grew up watching his older brother and sister playing musical instruments. Inspired to make lots of noise and not get in trouble for it, he gravitated towards the piano and violin. In his teens, he discovered the endless opportunities that playing the viola had to offer (Due to an eternal shortage of violists), and accidently fell in love with the sound.

After high school, Anthony realized he was too lazy to do anything else and made his way over to the University of Michigan, where he was accredited with wasting numerous hours (And other students' as well) hanging out in practice rooms (Man, those were fun times!). During his junior year, his passion for the martial arts led him to study Movement Science (It's a subset of Kinesiology, the study of human movement. No one, including myself, ever seems to know what it is...) on hopes that if he could understand how to heal people, he would know how to utterly destroy them (Anthony SMASH!). However, upon discovering that he would not be the next Bruce Lee, due to rude awakenings in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Karate classes (Epiphany #1: I'm the world's worst fighter & Epiphany #2: I'm the world's worst fighter), he somehow managed to receive a dual degree in Viola Performance and Movement Science (*Scratches head*).

Anthony is a personal trainer certified by the American Council on Exercise and will probably win the award for "Laziest Trainer", if such an accolade exists. He has held numerous concertmaster and principal orchestral positions and is notorious for never following his own bowings (Or the notes, for that matter...). Somewhere along the way, he miraculously stumbled upon a few awards at local, national, and international competitions and he thanks his previous teachers (Kurt Sassmanshaus, Yizhak Schotten, and Dave Harding) for having endless patience with him. By default, he is one of the founding members of Infinitus and also a member of Psalm Fresh. (Wow. It sure is weird to talk about yourself in the third person...)

Anthony is listening to: B.Reith, Lecrae, SaulPaul, TDG, Trip Lee, and a whole boatload of soundtracks (I'm a soundtrack junkie...).

Little-known fact: Once upon a time, I tried to break an all-you-can-eat record and embarrassed myself horribly. When the carnage had ended and the air cleared, it became pitifully evident that success was much more elusive than I had once previously thought. As I struggled to breathe, in between groans, I lay the side of my head on the edge of the table feeling horribly sick. One of the cooks in the back came out to my table, looked at me in disgust, and started laughing. I would've laughed too, but chances are, he would've been wearing my recently ingested food. I had to call a friend to drive by the restaurant and pick me up because I could barely move. The worst part was I missed the record by a few bites...(To the football player who broke my record: In case you didn't know, salad doesn't count. I'm not sure how you got away with that one...)

Pet-peeve: Believe it or not, it bugs me when toilet paper is hung in the "proper" underhand fashion. I always thought it was way easier to dispense of a roll in "improper" overhand fashion without having to search for where the first piece begins. Plus, rolling technique (i.e. cascading effect) is aided by gravity, whereas, based on the design of the toilet paper cradle, you may encounter a bit of extra resistance with the industry norm. (Yeah, I know. I've spent a lot of time thinking about this.) Man, the worst is when you're at a nasty public bathroom and you have to keep reaching through the thick gray plastic dispenser for the cheap underhand roll that keeps tearing every 1/2 sheet (Which, of course, will take about 40 sheets to finish your business)! I'll take the "improper" overhand fashion any day!