The Tall Guy 2

Warning: Contagious Virus

2010-01-29T19:08:00.000+08:00

The Centre for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.

This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK)..

If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT!!! This virus will wipe out your private life entirely. If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises.

Take two good friends to the nearest liquor store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is, sadly, controlling your life. Get help immediately.

Disclaimer: Calvin does not endorse the above article's opinion. It's just plain kidding=p

Updates

2010-01-23T01:05:00.000+08:00

Like anyone would read my blog...

I'm going to University of Melbourne this coming mid Feb.
Don't ask me when is mid Feb. The answer is I DUNNO @.@
Studying what? Architecture aka playing LEGO but megascale.
Actually it's designing la.
Shall have many sleepless nights soon.
Go there minimum three years to do degree.

What other things you want to know?
Post it in comment la.

P.S. I'm not that tall,
can be quite a painful experience
for your neck when talking to me=p
I don't play basketball.
Please don't call me Caleb, my brother's name
I look more like Harry Potter than Caleb!

Facebook Domination

2010-01-23T01:01:00.000+08:00

I just realised that Facebook has pretty much dominate my life.

Not that I can't live without it.

After all, it's the best way to know what's on for me.

It's strange that when

I'm extremely busy during the last few months of AUSMAT

I blogged every day.

Then when I'm really free like this month,

I don't blog, until now.

Facebook has become my microblogging site.

Facebook for me it's still a great thing.

Don't mind it dominating,

unlike many those skeptical "more mature ones"=p

Now I remember everyone's birthday

(provided they are on facebook)

And I don't think there's much "sincerity" issue here.

It's another better reminder.

It helps in my further studies.

Without facebook, I'll know nuts

what's happening with my scholarship

visa, uni placement, accommodation and filling up forms.

Best of all as Facebook says

"Facebook helps you connect and share with the people in your life."

That means a lot for me.

It's a place where I keep in touch with

my camps friends, SAGC bros and sis, CYD, KBU, SABS, Semambu, Kuantan.

Some people say that a lot are virtual friends

but for me I don't simply add people on facebook,

yet can have 800++ friends.

Best still Facebook, helps me to communicate better with these friends.

Maintaining friendship,

rather than letting it out of my mind of wonderful people I met.

Oh yeah, about the stalking issue,

I do enjoy "stalking" many people=p

but they post it up there and that means the whole world knows.

Plus, it helps me to know one better

and be more sensitive and understanding in friendship.

However, I'm rather annoyed at the nonsense applications on Facebook.

However, many people just seem to enjoy their time doing those things.

All said, you control Facebook

and don't let Facebook booked you.

Use it wisely.

P.S. It's been ages I updated this blog.

Shall update more often. Hopefully daily.

ASAP

2009-11-16T20:20:00.000+08:00

Ever wonder about the abbreviation A.S.A.P.? Generally we think of it in terms of even more hurry and stress in our lives. Maybe if we think of this abbreviation in a different manner, we will begin to find a new way to deal with those rough days along the way.

There's work to do, deadlines to meet;
You've got no time to spare, but as you hurry and scurry - ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER

In the midst of family chaos, "Quality time" is rare.
Do your best; let God do the rest - ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER.

It may seem like your worries are more than you can bear. Slow down and take a breather- ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER..

God knows how stressful life is; He wants to ease our cares, and He'll respond to all your needs A.S.A.P. - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER.

(Extracted from an email from the Famous Hilda Hew Mun Foong=)

Breadwinner

2009-11-15T12:40:00.000+08:00

My life revolves pretty much about bread.
Plain Gardenia and High Five Jumbos
Butterscotch and Toastem.
I was a breadwinner! (as in I ate a TONNES of bread!)
Bread that makes me grow more hungry
and more thin=p
Bread is boring...

Today I ate a little bread,
Gardenia NORMAL bread.
But it reminds me of the Bread of Life.
The Bread that once taken will never be hungry.

Yesterday and today
I was troubled by the word friendship again.
The many normal Gardenia I've taken for granted.

Yesterday and today
I was overjoyed by the word Friendship AGAIN.
The true Bread of life that says "I forgive."
And gives me strength to endure the guilt.
I am blessed to be a breadwinner of this Bread.

WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS
Joseph Scriven

What a Friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit
O what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged
Take it to the Lord in prayer
Can we find a Friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness -
Take it to the Lord in prayer

Are we weak and heavy-laden
Burdened with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge
Take it to the Lord in prayer
Do your friends despise, forsake you?
Take it to the Lord in prayer
In his arms he'll take and shield you
You will find a solace there

P.S. I'm emo and happy at the same time...

Triskaidekaphile

2009-11-13T16:24:00.000+08:00

Friday the 13th
Started with a gloomy morning.
My economic cycle went bust
and but now I'm on the upswing phase of holiday!

Had McD for lunch.
Went bowling just now with friends.
Going to a megachurch tonight.
CG in-ting this Sunday.
Life's great!

I just love Friday the Thirteenth! =
Freedom here I come!

Maths Destruction

2009-11-11T19:33:00.000+08:00

Don't worry. There wasn't mass maths destruction among AUSMAT students.
Most died in the last question tho...

Anyway, Maths is the best-est paper I've sat thus far.
And really grateful to God for it.

God has really work wonders in my maths throughout AUSMAT.
After all, He is the creator of Mathematics and the greatest Mathematician around.
And He has blessed me with a "good and willing to learn and really care for students" lecturer.
Thanks Ms Effa!

From failing Maths the first time in my life, to scoring an A in Mock exam.
It was a miracle.
I've always thought Maths was easy, till I come to college.
It was never my brain and my own effort.
Please believe this JPA student.
He's not bragging.
God really helped me to progress from bit to bit in AUSMAT and humbled me many times.
Even today, God was at work in the exam hall.
Pointing out the mistakes which I'll never know.

Learning Maths is a hard thing.
And I'm glad I made it.
With God's help=)

Read The Story...

2009-11-08T21:04:00.000+08:00

Read the story.

When life closes in, read the story. When someone you trusted repays you with dishonesty.

When searing yesterdays stall soaring todays.

When you’ve been knocked off the mountaintop and climbing back up seems hopeless.

You’re faced with a decision. What do you do with your disillusionment? What do you do with your broken heart? We’re not talking inconveniences or hassles. We’re not discussing long lines or red lights or a bad game of tennis. We’re talking heartbreak. What do you do with that heartbreak?

Read the story. That’s what Jesus did when He encountered two disillusioned followers on the road from Jerusalem to Emmaus, a couple of days after His death.

Their world has tumbled in on them, just like yours. It’s obvious by the way they walk. Their feet shuffle, their heads hang, their shoulders droop. The seven miles from Jerusalem to Emmaus must feel like seventy.

As they walk they talk “about everything that had happened” (Luke 24:14). It’s not hard to imagine their words.

“Why did the people turn against Him?”

“He could have come down from the cross. Why didn’t He?”

“He just let Pilate push Him around.”

“What do we do now?”

As they walk, a stranger comes up behind them. It is Jesus, but they don’t recognize Him. Disappointment will do that to you. It will blind you to the very presence of God. Discouragement turns our eyes inward. God could be walking next to us, but despair clouds our vision.

Despair does something else. Not only does it cloud our vision, it hardens our hearts. We get cynical. We get callused. And when good news comes, we don’t want to accept it for fear of being disappointed again. That’s what happened to those two people.

Later on they say these words:

And today some women among us amazed us. Early this morning they went to the tomb, but they did not find his body there. They came and told us that they had seen a vision of angels who said that Jesus was alive! So some of our group went to the tomb too. They found it just as the women said, but they did not see Jesus (Luke 24:22-24).

When reading Scripture we can’t always tell in what tone the words were spoken. Sometimes we don’t know if the speaker means to be jubilant or sad or peaceful. This time, however, there is no question about what they’re thinking: As if it’s not bad enough that Jesus was killed, now some grave robber has taken the body and duped some of our friends.

These two followers aren’t about to believe the women. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Cleopas and his friend are putting their hearts in a shell. They won’t take another risk. They won’t be hurt again.

Common reaction — isn’t it? Been hurt by love? Then don’t love. Had a promise violated? Then don’t trust. Had your heart broken? Then don’t give it away. Do like P.T. Barnum. Settle the score by blaming the world and hardening your heart.

There is a line, a fine line, which once crossed can be fatal. It’s the line between disappointment and anger. Between hurt and hate, between bitterness and blame. If you are nearing that, let me urge you, don’t cross it. Step back and ask this question: How long am I going to go on nursing my hurt?

At some point you have to move on. At some point you have to heal. At some point you have to let Jesus do for you what He did for those men.

Know what He did? First of all, He came to them. I know we’ve already mentioned that, but it’s worth repeating. He didn’t sit back and cross His arms and say, “Why can’t those two get on with the program?” He didn’t complain to the angel and say, “Why won’t they believe the empty tomb? Why are they so hard to please?”

What did He do? He met them at their point of pain. Though death has been destroyed and sin annulled, He has not retired. The resurrected Lord has once again wrapped Himself in Human flesh, put on Human clothes, and searched out hurting hearts.

Read carefully their words and see if you can find their hurt: Jesus said to them, “What are you talking about?” They said, “About Jesus of Nazareth. He was a prophet who said and did many things before God and all the people. Our leaders and the leading priests handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him. But we were hoping that he would free Israel” (Luke 24:19-21).

There it is. “But we were hoping….” The disciples had hoped Jesus would free Israel. They had hoped He’d kick out the Romans. They’d hoped Pilate would be out and Jesus would be in. But Pilate was still in, and Jesus was dead.

Unfulfilled expectations. God didn’t do what they wanted Him to do.

They knew what they expected of Jesus. They knew what He was supposed to do. They didn’t have to ask Him. If Jesus is the Messiah, He won’t sleep in my storm. He won’t defy tradition. He’ll do what He is supposed to do.

But that’s not what He did. And aren’t we glad? Aren’t we glad the prayer of Cleopas and his friend went unanswered? Aren’t we glad God didn’t adjust His agenda to fulfill the requests of those two disciples?

They were good disciples. With good hearts. And sincere hearts. They just had the wrong expectations.

When my oldest daughter was about six years old, she and I were having a discussion about my work. It seems she wasn’t too happy with my chosen profession. She wanted me to leave the ministry. “I like you as a preacher,” she explained. “I just really wish you sold snow cones.”

An honest request from a pure heart. It made sense to her that the happiest people in the world were the men who drove the snow-cone trucks. You play music. You sell goodies. You make kids happy. What more could you want? (Come to think about it, she may have a point. I could get a loan, buy a truck, and…Naw, I’d eat too much.)

I heard her request, but didn’t heed it. Why? Because I knew better. I know what I’m called to do and what I need to do. The fact is I know more about life than she does.

And the point is, God knows more about life than we do.

People wanted Him to redeem Israel, but He knew better. He would rather His people be temporarily oppressed than eternally lost. When forced to choose between battling Pilate and battling Satan, He chose the battle we couldn’t win. He said no to what we wanted and yes to what we needed. He said no to a liberated Israel and yes to a liberated humanity.

And once again, aren’t we glad He did? And aren’t we glad He does?

Now be honest. Are we glad He says no to what we want and yes to what we need? Not always. If we ask for a new marriage, and He says honor the current one, we aren’t happy. If we ask for healing, and He says learn through the pain, we aren’t happy. If we ask for more money, and He says treasure the unseen, we aren’t always happy.

When God doesn’t do what we want, it’s not easy. Never has been. Never will be. But faith is the conviction that God knows more than we do about this life and He will get us through it.

Remember, disappointment is cured by revamped expectations.

I like the story about the fellow who went to the pet store in search of a singing parakeet. Seems he was a bachelor and his house was too quiet. The store owner had just the bird for him, so the man bought it.

The next day the bachelor came home to a house full of music. He went to the cage to feed the bird and noticed for the first time that the parakeet had only one leg.

He felt cheated that he’d been sold a one-legged bird, so he called and complained.

“What do you want,” the store owner responded, “a bird who can sing or a bird who can dance?

Good question for times of disappointment. What do we want? That’s what Jesus asked the disciples. What do you want? Do you want temporary freedom — or eternal freedom? Jesus went about the task of restructuring their expectations.

You know what He did? He told them the story. Not just any story. He told them the story of God and God’s plan for people. Then starting with what Moses and all the prophets had said about him, Jesus began to explain everything that had been written about Himself in the Scriptures (Luke 24:27).

Fascinating. Jesus’ cure for the broken heart is the story of God. He started with Moses and finished with Himself. Why did He do that? Why did He retell the ancient tale? Why did He go all they way back two thousand years to the story of Moses? I think I know the reason. I know because what they heard is what we all need to hear when we are disappointed.

We need to hear that God is still in control. We need to hear that it’s not over until He says so. We need to hear that life’s mishaps and tragedies are not a reason to sit tight.

Corrie Ten Boom used to say, “When the train goes through a dark tunnel and the world gets dark, do you jump out? Of course not. You sit still and trust the engineer to get you through.”

Why did Jesus tell the story? So we’d know the engineer still controls the train.

The way to deal with discouragement? The cure for disappointment? Go back to the story. Read it again and again. Be reminded that you aren’t the first person to weep. And you aren’t the first person to be helped.

Read the story and remember, their story is yours!

The challenge too great? Read the story. That’s you crossing the Red Sea with Moses.

Too many worries? Read the story. That’s you receiving heavenly food with the Israelites.

Your wounds too deep? Read the story. That’s you, Joseph, forgiving your brothers for betraying you.

Your enemies too mighty? Read the story. That’s you marching with Jehoshaphat into a battle already won.

Your disappointments too heavy? Read the story of the Emmaus-bound disciples. The Savior they thought was dead now walked beside them. He entered their house and sat at their table. And something happened in their hearts. It felt like a fire burning in us when Jesus talked to us on the road and explained the Scriptures to us (vs. 31).

Next time you’re disappointed, don’t panic. Don’t bail out. Don’t give up. Just be patient. Return to the Word and let God remind you He’s still in control.

Read the story!

More here: http://www.maxlucado.com/articles/topical

Relaxing Day...

2009-11-07T23:38:00.000+08:00

So nothing to type...haha.
Relax jer...

Where's The Chemistry, E403?

2009-11-06T17:43:00.000+08:00

Dear E403,
I fell in love with you at first sight.
The atoms within me were excited.
Enthalpy levels were high.
Shots of ions streamed from you
and electrified me.
We collided.
There was chemistry between you and I.

I pour over books to know more about you.
You fascinated me with all that matters.

Then, I found out you had moles
and tonnes of it.
It seemed ugly, but I guess love blinds it all.
The percentage purity of my love was 100%!

You gave me hope when I first tested my love for you.
Then, I guess the Catalyst went into disequilibrium.
She was more electronegative than F!
Her rate of reaction was just vigorous,
effervescing all over,
threatening with explosions!
Still, I love you.

However, the subsequent bondings we had,
We repelled.
There was no more sea of delocalised electrons
surrounding us, providing sparks of love
and thermal conductivity.
Where's your warmth?
Where's the chemistry?

The Catalyst dispersed.
so much false information about you
by creating alternative pathways to reach you.
You were reduced to
things to remember,
things to be equated,
things to be experimented.
She was such a reducing agent!

I was glad that a displacement reaction occurred.
It turned out that she was a Limiting Reagent.
And the real Catalyst came in.
Although it made the chemistry very much endothermic,
but at least I understood you more.

You MOCK-ed me,
Despite the elements, I persevered.

Today, I sacrificed my life for you.
You demanded
so much chemistry,
so much explanation,
so much analysis
but I've proven my love by giving my best solutions.
You killed me with syngas,
but my love towards you, O E403
is undying...

Sacrificial anode,
Calvin.

O Happy Day!

2009-11-05T18:16:00.000+08:00

WOAH!!!!
Today I'm so happy!!!

With God's joy and strength,
I wrote the most satisfying EALD essays in my life!
The points for once were truly clear, systematic and balanced!
Both my essays have sufficient length.
Not the half-baked-one-half pages repeating nonsense.

The first essay to synthesis information was my best synthesis!
The Text expressed what this long supporter of Facebook couldn't.
Facebook is just an extra means to facilitate our communication.
We humans always have the tendency to think that
small changes bring about dramatic consequences in life.
Facebook users are not so stupid to make themselves virtual humans.

The second essay was about "No place like home!"
Aww... guess I was homesick.
Yet for once I wrote a well-planned essay!
Even my handwriting improved.
(except the last line i think=p)

I'm just so thankful to God for giving me a clear mind
and many others who prayed and encouraged me
so that I have a peaceful heart and mind to go for exam.

YIPPIE!
This calls for rejoicing.
Elaine texted this:
"Don't be soo happy la.
wait4results then celebrate..
could be better than u think =p"
Normally I'm doubtful about that,
but experience have proven me wrong
So I have faith that this will happen=)

The joy of the Lord shall be our strength!
Thanks God for the joy!
Need tonnes of it to overcome Chemistry tomorrow
The paper which I've never excelled in college before.
For Your glory!

P.S. Thanks Mr D!

Free

2009-11-04T19:13:00.000+08:00

Today's a very free day.
No exam. Total tranquility.
Good for studying Chemistry.
Easier to have chemistry with Chemistry.

And yippie today I managed to save my clothes
from Mr D's tulah -RAIN!
It has been raining like crazy for these past two weeks...
Crazy...

Everything's fine...

Things Are Getting A Little Physical

2009-11-03T14:12:00.001+08:00

-ly tiring...

Finished my Physics paper today!
Woohoo!
As usual few questions couldn't do.
Was glad the examiners had mercy on us
by giving us relatively easier comprehension questions
to compensate for the EXTREMELY tough Section B.

Leave it to God lar the results.

And thank God there's at least a rest day for the Archi students.
All the best to the Engineers with their Calculus!

Octo is smiling=)
He's so cute!

Be careful of black ink though=p

It's FINAL-ly here...

2009-11-02T18:56:00.000+08:00

It's my FINALS already!

Can't believe I'm going to finish my pre-university course soon!

Physics tomorrow.

Somehow have that strange feeling when

One gets to know something is gonna end soon.

Anyway, today was a great time of prayer.

About one hour!

Thank God for bringing me through thus far in college.

Tomorrow is one of the decisive moments in life.

Scary and yet exciting,

but God is in control!

Pray people.

Pray. It'll move away that mountain called physics!

Exam Time = Start Re-Blogging Time

2009-11-01T16:44:00.000+08:00

Since this is one of the important exams in my life.
I decided to blog about it.
Maybe help you to pray for me.

So far I've been a little slacky,
but what a blessing a lost bike has been!
Now I every day have to wake up early
and go college to study
(and skip classes) hehe=p

I hope this time exam won't drive me nuts.

I have Octo with me to cheer me up.
But actually I'm going nuts over it!
It's so cute! (whatever you may think of me=p)

(I don't hug it and sleep with it though. So small!
but I like squeezing it!)

OCTO! OCTO!
Oops it's November dy!
Start studying Calvin!
Physics on Tuesday.

P.S. Octo stands for Octopus from CIMB Clicks thingy.
Don't ever call it SOTONG or SOTONG KURITA in a bassy tone!

Where Were You...

2009-10-31T22:29:00.000+08:00

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'

Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sal ly.

The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ' Mom , I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom .' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

'Dear Mom ,

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom , even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to gi ve you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom , no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

The Parable Of The Lost Coin

2009-10-22T08:03:00.000+08:00

"Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.' In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents."

- Jesus (Luke 15:8-10)

This parable always didn't catch my eyes

because it's stuck between the more famous

Parable of The Lost Sheep and the Parable of The Lost Son.

What for rejoice over one lost and found coin? Crazy!

Yet, God works even in small little ways to bless others.

Today I've seen a woman whom Jesus shine through...

May the coin be found.

She's sweeping.

'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.'

Love Is Not A Fight

2009-10-16T22:30:00.000+08:00

Love is not a place
To come and go as we please
It's a house we enter in
And then commit to never leave
So lock the door behind you
Throw away the key
We'll work it out together
Let it bring us to our knees

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

To some, love is a word that they can fall into
But when they're falling out
Keeping that word is hard to do

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

Love will come to save us, if we'll only call
He will ask nothing from us, but demand we give our all

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

I would fight for you, would you fight for me?
It's worth fighting for

by Warren Barfield

Theme Song of Fireproof

I Lost My Bike

2009-10-12T10:20:00.075+08:00

When things go bad, more things go bad.
Nothing surprising.

Yesterday night,
when I was cycling with Aizat to hostel to do project
my bike tyre punctured.
There was something wrong with the tyres already.
The pumping cap was lost some months ago.
So naturally, it gave way.
Po pet po pet all the way to hostel.

Then Mr Calvin so lazy thought that one of the short cut doors
leading to centrepoint was opened.
He decided to park it there.
Who knows the door was locked.
Never mind... my bad.

So I left my bike there
and walked back all the way via the long route through guardhouse.
Then in hostel was scolded by the warden.
Fine. It's totally fine with me. Seriously.
It's 9 pm and there shouldn't be visitors.

Today evening after class
I was excited to get my bike repaired
after hearing that it costs about RM8-13 to fix the tyre.
Then I went to the place I parked my bike.
Nad was there.
I thought she rode the wrong bike...
(Stupid right to have such thoughts?)
Nope, it wasn't my bike.
It's gone.
I search high and low.
Gone.
I remembered I locked my bike.
I always lock my bike when I'm outside.

Anyway, I told myself it wasn't a big issue.
I went to centrepoint to have my dinner.
Pathetic RM2 Nasi Lemak...
The stall person change already.
Didn't even ask me if I want curry chup!

Later, I decided to search for it.
Maybe I parked it somewhere...
But I know of the reality that most likely it taken away as scrap
or picked up by some other people.
I went through all nook and corner
Peering into other people's garages, checking the bushes.
It wasn't there.

Actually ever since I knew I lost it when Nad rode away,
I knew that God has decided it to be lost
To keep me away from using it too often.
Maybe desperate junior needs it. Haha.
After all, it was a free bike from Gabriel, my senior.
It has served me well.
No accidents.
Yeah, occasionally the brake dysfunctions.
But it just so happen that I can control it well too.
In fact I did more harm to the bike I think.
I often leave it under the hot sun near McD.
The seat leather peeled off coz I made it fall down once.

I was willing to let go of it.
I knew I had to pass it away.
Somehow I wasn't willing too.
Somehow I wasn't willing to admit
that I didn't lock my bike...

But I came to my senses after going through the alley.
It's time to walk back...

The sky was threatening.
Wind blowing.
Stomach hungry and yearns for more than pathetic nasi lemak!

Then a gentle breeze blew...
Only then I realised how I've missed
all the walks to college
talking to God...
I Martha-ed for too long.

With a bike I was more concerned about cars and dust
how tiring it is to climb a slope
how fun it is to go down a slope
how scary is it to be chased by a dog
and how yucky it is to cycle over dog poo.
The only thing that I talked to God that time was
"Please grant me journey mercies."
"Oh thank you God for saving me just now!"

So I guess it's time to BE STILL!
Be a Mary again.
So I walked and enjoyed every bit of it.

And the best thing walking back was the sms from Jun Kai:
"Calvin, if u stil haven eaten.
then plz cum to take chan dinner."
I guess I haven't eaten eh? Hehe=p

The bestest of best is
CHAN IS NOT HERE TOMORROW TOO!
Dinner secured.
Plus Aunty Dolly is providing dinner too!
The LORD provides.
He always does. Haha.

The Results of Great Depression 1

2009-10-05T22:00:00.001+08:00

Got two of my papers today.

Chemistry showed improvement from mid-year.
But five days of study only added five marks out of 100.
Hopefully no more deductions of marks.

App Maths I was very happy because I scored an A!
The hard work did paid off to make my cumulative to be about 40/50
One more mark from A though.

So it's hard work worth it?
All I know is that I gotta continue working hard
And leave all things to God.
By December I shall know the fruits of my hardwork?
Will it be durian? =P

Faith Like Potatoes

2009-10-04T22:07:00.012+08:00

" The seed for a great miracle lies not in difficulty, but impossibility."

Recently watched this movie which describes faith is like potatoes. Love it!

Frank Rautenbach leads a strong cast as Angus Buchan, a Zambian farmer of Scottish heritage, who leaves his farm in the midst of political unrest and racially charged land reclaims and travels south with his family to start a better life in KwaZulu Natal, South Africa. With nothing more than a caravan on a patch of land, and help from his foreman, Simeon Bhengu, the Buchan family struggle to settle in a new country. Faced with ever mounting challenges, hardships and personal turmoil, Angus quickly spirals down into a life consumed by anger, fear and destruction. Based on the inspiring true story by Angus Buchan the book was adapted for the big screen by Regardt van den Bergh and weaves together the moving life journey of a man who, like his potatoes, grows his faith, unseen until the harvest.

More on www.faithlikepotatoes.com.

Thank You Broadband!

2009-10-01T21:10:00.000+08:00

I died today in Room 3 (where 3 in chinese suppose to sound like LIFE? proof that superstition don't work!)

There was a time when broadband deleted half of my oral exam question.
Had to mem-paiseh to ask the examiner to repeat.
Potong markah I blame you BROADBAND!

Still then I think I didn't talk enough. I was like "yeah, that's about it".
Then you hear the almost robotic "thank you" seconds after that.
Screw it screw it! (and I got quite simple questions! I just couldn't recall examples of stereotype in language) MY BAD.

Who cares? It's mooncake festival soon! eat more mooncake to relieve stress and cure depression. Probably Lin Yong or lotus paste has such function. Now I remember the English literature short story in Form 4... the LOTUS EATER! (How I wish to be one at times, away from all this stress!)

And life without Internet to do a lot of my important stuff is terrible.
But at least I get to study=)
Ish, study!

My Wonderful College BLOCKED the Internet

2009-09-30T13:55:00.001+08:00

With the inevitable oncoming wave of globalisation where
the world becomes borderless through Tim Berners-Lee's invention
some extremely wise people have blocked such access without notification.
What a coincidence that all senior houses have no access to Internet!
And this is a time where uni applications come flooding in.
OUR FUTURE IS AT STAKE MY DEAR COLLEGE!

Probably they are making way for english oral exam
which has to fully utilise the wonderful broadband in Malaysia.

Man, it's scary to hear a voice from Australia that conducts my oral test.
Worst still they can see my panicked facial expression while I CANNOT see theirs
What if the wonderful broadband connection distorts my speech?
Deleted my important, marks-scoring points?
Tomorrow is the day 9.20 ante meridiem...
Pray people, for I'm talking to a computer alone in a room.
I'm going to go nuts!
Heard that the voice is fond of saying "Thank You! NEXT!"
aka cut off your conversation when the relevant points are coming in.
What a courteous machine!

Oh yeah, no internet means I won't be posting on my blog any sooner.
All the holidays photos are dying to come out of my hard drive!
Pray that such WISE measures will be taken back.

And I'm super EXCITED for mooncake festival this Saturday!
We can burn CK's house!!!

Cameron Highlands Day 1

2009-09-22T11:08:00.096+08:00

When I think about Cameron Highlands
It would be flowers, cool air, mountains, tea, pitcher plants
and RESIDENTIAL BIBLE SCHOOL!
(What a great thing to have RBS reunion last Saturday and today stay in HCC!)
BUT NEVER EVER I THINK OF STRAWBERRIES!!!

Anyway, this time we took another way up to Cameron Highlands.
A shorter way from Benta via Sg Koyan. (it's okay if you don't know this=)
There are currently four routes up to the Camerons.
One which many know is the nostalgically winding nauseating Tapah way.
Some who studied geography more would know the Simpang Pulai way which goes down to Ipoh.
Another one is the Gua Musang way.

The latest to the addition is the Sg Koyan way
made to help Pahang people to get fresher agricultural products
instead of bypassing other states like Perak and Selangor
but directly from Pahang aka Cameron Highlands!
(I'm a proud Pahangite!)
It hasn't really been opened yet, we thought it was.
We were warned of some stretches of road untarred...

And the whole journey does seem peaceful and tranquil.
There are huge tualang trees with big visible wild honey combs
and some baobab-looking trees as if we were in Africa.
Dotted along the way was Pos Betau and some other Orang Asli villages.
There was beautiful morning mist and the zephyr was cooling!

Mana tau reach one stretch there was a guard there saying we can't drive further
after driving about 1 hour plus.
That timid young man said we need a pass from Sg Koyan police station.
Previously we did went to that police station to confirm which was the road to Camerons.
But that policeman said the road is open and ditto.
WHAT PASS?
Now it really feels like a refugee being blocked from fleeing!
Especially when I've just visited some Myanmar Refugee School on Saturday!

The young man said he can let us through
but if anything happens and his supervisors find out
his menial salary will be cut.
So dad "paid" him RM 10 and both cars were allowed to enter.
(My uncle and aunt tagged along too)
Paying highway toll lah we consider it.
Moral dilemma? To bribe or go back to Sg Koyan get pass?
Lord, if we sinned forgive us!

That stretch of uncompleted road was treacherous!
Any moment our car can slide down into the ravines or river.
Just one wrong steer of the wheels, we're dead.
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Thank God that day was raya and it wasn't from 12-5PM
where the blasting of granite is carried out (this is a rock, geography experts! not grenade).
With much praying, we safely got through in one piece
and saw the signs of civilisation!
Bertam Valley vegetable farms!
Cauliflower (white, green and PURPLE!)
Onions, gao choi, kam jing fa, yuen choi (the sweet soup vege)
tomatoes, peppermint and all kinds of other choi (vege)
This is Mr D's canteen!

We went to a bee farm. Nothing interesting.
Overly commercialized tourism and throat-slitting prices.

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH TO PEOPLE WHO FAIL GEOGRAPHY
AND THINKS THAT CAMERON HIGHLANDS
IS ALL ABOUT STRAWBERRIES!!!!
The first thing we see when we enter Tanah Rata is strawberries.
Loads and loads of them.
Be it pillows, magnets, fresh and dried sickening strawberries, jam and even CALCULATORS!!!
Rows and rows of shops invaded by strawberries.
It's like there's a strawberry monster who casted a spell on all Camerons!
Ish, strawberries!

Anyway, we visited my dad's former employer.
My dad before his college years went to Camerons to work.
He did those butterflies and insect frames.
Like those Form 6 biology students stuff.
WHAT A COOL JOB!
Working at shopping malls or
McD or Giant or wherever is never going to be that fun.

My dad's employer was a really wonderful man.
All his three children were educated and are working overseas.
That above 70 years old man knows how to use Photoshop
and the webcam he uses is HD!
My dad and he have very good boss-employee relationship.
Coz my dad was a very hardworking worker.
And I want to be like him.
Dad brought some freshly dropped Kunyit Durians for his boss.
That old man was very happy and even took photographs to keep it in memory.
(Apparently next day, he was liked the durian so much
that he felt guilty not able to treat us dinner that night
and kept asking us to join him for dim sum breakfast next day!)

His wife was very hospitable and serve us red wine and hot milo!
All of my three siblings tasted some red wine.
Not really nice but we smiled. I personally find SAGC's wine better.
(Yeah, Christians have this "sacrament" called drinking the cup,
something Jesus asked Christians to do to remember Him.
And a little bit of wine is healthy.
So I drink a few mL of wine every Sunday to remember what Jesus did on the cross.
Don't get me wrong, Christians are not encouraging excessive drinking!)

Then, about 3PM we checked into HCC.
I saw Kak Tutip and Aunty Kam Fong
Two wonderful people who cooked food for the whole bunch RBS students like me.
HCC now is so nostalgic.
Too bad I didn't get to meet Isaac Tan.

Evening time, we went to Brinchang's night market.
And you know what, it's the CURSE OF STRAWBERRIES again!
EVERYWHERE is flooded with that detestable fruit.
Now I have thoughts it's the fruit that Eve and Adam ate!

All the stalls were selling dried strawberries mixed with honey.
Cameron's must have an oversupply of strawberries!
It's crazy! And as an economics student, I'm going to be rational.
Since it's a perfect competition market, it does no harm comparing prices.
All of them are same packaging and with some "tawar-menawar", one can get a good deal!

Calvin's guide to buy dried strawberries in Camerons:
[1] Don't buy it at tourist attraction centres which have no competitors. Competition keep prices low.
[2] Don't buy stalls that are at the front of the market. Normally they use their location to get you buy at a higher price. You'll regret very much as you continue to walk down the market and see prices lowering down as well. Don't get unnecessary depression and heartache!
[3] At my time the minimum price I checked was 1 kg of dried strawberries for RM20 and get a free packet of 100g dried strawberries.
[4] How to choose good dried strawberries? Choose the ones that are wet ones, it means they are just marinated with honey. They can be kept longer. The dry dry ones are in stock for a long time already.
[5] How to store strawberries? You can keep them at room temperature. (Some say can refrigerate but others say cannot, so dried strawberries: ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK TO THE REFRIGERATOR!)

Word of caution: My dad's employer said that many of these dried strawberries are from China, not Camerons. To meet those strawberry demands, firms imported those dried things from China. The night market people will not tell you it's from China, but the packet never says the strawberries are produced in Camerons, only packed in Camerons. And you know China stuff like melamine, it might not be good for health. There's this SODIUM BENZOATE preservative in all the dried strawberries! If you tasted that the dried strawberry is bitter, then best not eat it. It might contain too much preservative.

Again, let's not stereotype all "Made in China" products. All things should be consumed in moderation. Many things you eat has sodium benzoate. So don't consider the strawberries (dried ones) I bought for my friends to eat as propaganda to kill all my beloved friends brain cells so they die in TEE. I simply couldn't find better stuff in Camerons. (There is no reverse psychology here okay, I'm going to dump them if no one eats. As proof, I'll eat it too! Die together and live together as friends.) AIYAH, IT'S SAFE TO EAT ONE LAR=P

Dad's Hometown

2009-09-21T10:53:00.040+08:00

Well for people for think Kuantan is in Kelantan or Terengganu or Sarawak
They will have no idea where Benta is. It's near KL - Kuala Lipis!
And the state is Pahang. I REPEAT! PAHANG!
Learn some geography people. Pahang is not that ULU!
Coz I'm not! ;=)

So in this rustic little kampung called Benta,
I was first exposed to kampung life.
I bathe in rivers,
saw bamboo sticks more huge and tall than me
(which I one day aspire to be=)
ate lots of fruits
rambutan, duku, jambu, nangka, chempedak
and DURIAN!!!!

This time around the only durian tree in my grandma's house fuited!
It was RAYA KUNYIT or 毛山王 (my uncles said 猫山王 is wrong!)
It's the PERFECT DURIAN!
Said to be originated from a special durian tree Gua Musang (this one is in Kelantan!)
This durian has lots of flesh and small seeds and GOLDEN YELLOW!
Rarely you'll even find a SANG FAN SHU (a spoilt durian)!
And there was a whole bunch of it still waiting on the tree.
Each day, about three durians fall down for my extended family's consumption.

Coupled to that there the Orang Asli King durian aka barbaric people king durian.
And it tasted great! Another PERFECT durian!
They are as great as Orang Asli, I simply love them.
And they are far from barbaric as proven by the durian!

Indeed a great day to feast with durians and my family members!

IKEA Day

2009-09-20T10:46:00.016+08:00

Some people just like going to IKEA! aka the many parents on earth.
Well, me too! (a sign of becoming a parent? hehe=p)
It's one of those stalls where I see a whole family enjoying themselvves.
No crying babies, absolute consumer-friendly!

So today, my parents after releasing me from the Torturing Student House
We went IKEA which was just nearby
and the only place in KL my dad will go by his own car.
My aunts joined along too.

As usual, they bought tonnes of stuff from IKEA
Chairs, racks, that spice container, lights and all the paraphernalia.
I got myself a laptop pillow too!
Now there's a table for my laptop wherever I go!

First day of true holiday!

Blog Resting For A Week

2009-09-19T01:15:00.016+08:00

I'll be away in Camerons and my dad's hometown for a few days
where there is no Internet connection!
And yes, I can live without internet connection! =p

So, I won't be able to post anything much
till next Thursday when I'll be back in Kuantan.
There'll be so much to post by then.

Strawberries in Camerons
(wonder why everyone relates strawberries to camerons,
guess all failed geography=p)

Chopping off the lallang growing on my head
at a very cheap cost at dad's hometown.
I was seriously not trying to keep long hair.
I hate it. Just that I can't bear the cost of cutting in KL.

And RBS reunion. the most meaningful hitherto.
A real time of catching up and reliving the memories.
A lot of jokes.
But everyone need lots of prayer!

okay, that's it!
No Internet equals more bonding with family.

Enjoy this raya holiday people!
and SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI to all my Muslim friends!!!

Woohoo! I'm finally going back! Away from the torturous college life!

Porcupine Buns

2009-09-18T17:50:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: This is not a desperate attempt to make my blog cute=)

Remember the porcupine buns I mentioned in the yesterday's post?

HERE THEY ARE IN ALL THEIR CUTENESS!!!

They are

WARM and CUDDLY!

Come porcupine, mum mum!

Awwwww...

I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!!

(It reminds of my hamsters Kilo and Cal=)

The porcupine on the right looks like Sarah, all sulked up =p. Then the middle one is yours truly, trying to be nice little boy. The one on the right is Nicky the weirdo who poked his sesame eyes out XD

Together we STAND

and conquer the world!

Munch Munch MUNCH!!!

In the end eaten also=p

Porcupines playing

STACKS ON!!!

aka Rumble, a rough guys' game.

The porcupines little white stomachs sure hurts with the spikes=)

Thanks for viewing!

It's a nice holiday and I'm going out for VIBE later.

Very Interesting Big Event. I'm sure=)

Great Depression Day THE END!

2009-09-17T23:05:00.000+08:00

With Keynesian Economics,
the Great Depression days are over!
(at least for the Arts and Architecture students=p)
Engineering people all the best in Calculus!

The end of mock exams called for a CELEBRATION.
I ate with Leong, Poh Hui, Jinn Jyh, Woei Song,
Nicholas, KCV, Ah Beng in Shogun Japanese Buffet.
About RM32.50 but worth it for the time spent together.
Ate until dinner also no need to eat.
Still can feel the unagi in my stomach!
I love the porcupine style kaya pau.
Shall post the pics once I get it from Nic.
IT'S SO KAWAII!!!

For your enjoyment here are some interesting stuff
I found on Facebook during mock exam:

Ivan Ho: Le Chatelier says "When an equilibrium is disturbed, it tends to work to oppose it"... That is why you work freakin hard but still fail Chemistry!!! Le Chatelier, you are a genius!!! SCREW IT!!!! SCREW CHEMISTRY! its just the same as ur chem teacher, how much you try to work hard to get higher grade, ur teacher will set freakin hard questions to lower ur grades...

Athira: ECONS goreng..rangup lagi sedap

Jinn Jyh: Happy Last Paper Eve! (for those who takes econs, for those who take calculus, happy last paper eve eve!)

Hui Chin: horrible answers....sending men to Mars is worthwhile?? Yes, there is sexy alien. No, there is no beautiful girls on Mars...boring out there. I WANT TO FAINT DOWN!!
(My physics teacher marking exam papers)

This is laughable, but not my mock exam performance. I totally screw up Chemistry and the definition of screw up is NOT losing some marks from the perfect score but one that might be getting about 50% only. I spent a whole week studying Chemistry and it ended up like that, but I guess it'll benefit me anyway. I love Chemistry but was never my strong subject. No chemistry with it eh?

Then comes Physics with Ms Say who changed two mock questions to lower down everyone's mean. Well, she's extremely successful with it=p Ginger for the first time was panicked A BIT. I was like DEAD. Physics was like my second best subject and my dad's a Physics teacher? Hello? I blank so many questions that I doubt I can get an A for it. Plus it's 40% of internal marks. I just screw up in the most important test. Now people can see my physics is not that great, which I knew all along. There's no such thing as Physics gene!!! I emphasize.

Applicable Maths was fun, managed to do quite a lot question though with blanks. Everyone complained how tricky it was, but probably I didn't know I was tricked. Sometimes, ignorance is BLISS=p Then economics, wasn't so good, although I score like very high always, but this is mock exam. I don't expect great marks.

Okay, nobody would want to read my report of how I flunked my exams. WHO CARES? It's Calvin's exam. However, I just want to thank those who prayed for me and to Leong who through his presence and chatter indirectly encouraged me to not give up. Ei, seriously I was wondering what if I can't fly and thought of giving up studies and work. If I can't fly, I will not repeat Form 6. No more studies and information overload!

All said and done, I was glad that I was calm in the exam hall and was not too depressed. God's peace is something I treasure very much and know that I didn't hallucinate it. God sent me friends at times when I felt the down-est. So all praise back to God. I'm leaving the results to Him! Fail then fail lar, fly then fly lar.

P.S. Thinking again, flying and becoming an architect is way too taxing. Study like crazy doing CAD and then come out work like crazy till no life. I'm so not prepared for this, though becoming an architect is my dream. I want my dream to be reloaded=)

Great Depression Day 3

2009-09-16T14:44:00.001+08:00

Today I feel very happy=)
TOTALLY NOT DEPRESSING...
Don't know how to do some Applicable Mathematics question
did not make me feel guilty at all.
I even decided to celebrate with McD Sundae Cone=)
I gave my best and managed to do a lot questions.
In fact, I felt it was the easiest paper thus far
and I gave up practicing for it yesterday.
But the marks probably will tell otherwise.

Perhaps another reason I feel happy was
that I'm going to come out of Great Depression soon!
(I purposely typed this to make the Engineering people jealous=p)
T.G.I Friday=)

For now, I just gotta read my Economics
and prepare to die tomorrow.
Thanks Chan, Tony and Jun Kai!
Long time didn't talk with you all.
Miss the times when we five go out together.
After mock sure must have one outing okay?

Great Depression Day 2

2009-09-15T17:41:00.000+08:00

It was a great day of joy for Ms Say
who managed to lower the mean of everyone's scores
to meet the needs of the Curriculum Council of mean 65.
And another great day of depression for Calvin
who blanked one full question
with a lot more blanks on other subparts.
No more tall tall marks.
Screw up on the most weighted assessment for Physics.

Today proves that there's no such thing as Physics genes.

Now, I'm preparing to die for two more days...

Great Depression Day 1

2009-09-14T13:57:00.000+08:00

The days of MOCK-ing and great depression has finally arrived...
Totally screwed up on Chemistry,
strange thing was that I didn't panic.
Finish everything although knowing many questions wrong
after sitting with three EXTREMELY INTELLIGENT people for lunch.
Find it rather amusing and fun to hear that I did wrongly for this and that.

(Probably, I'm nuts already by now=P)

Great Depression shall only last for four days
and the we CELEBRATE!!!
Keynesian economics will bring us daylight.
Hope so with Economics on the last day...

Physics is tomorrow and I have one night to read it all.
Will miracle happen again like mid-year?
Study one night scored highest in AUSMAT...

Hash Browns with A LITTLE Dog Poo...

2009-09-13T17:30:00.002+08:00

DEFINITELY
I would NOT eat that!
I would rather eat a whole bitter gourd fresh with garlic and onions as condiments...
(it's healthy you know!=p)

Thinking again,
I have probably eaten a lot of hash browns with dog poo,
sometimes it is with A LOT of dog poo.

Okay, this post is not an exposé
on the production of hash browns.
IT IS A REAL STORY=)

There were two teenager girls who begged their dad
to watch a movie with their friends.
"IT'S TOTALLY AWESOME," they said
"AND WE JUST GOT TO WATCH IT!
PLEASEeeeeee!"

The dad replied,
"Wait for 30 minutes to get a permission!"

Dad then went into the kitchen and busied himself.
After 30 minutes of desperate anticipation,
Dad came out of the kitchen and something smelled really delicious....

"Okay, children, you know that movie you wanted to watch
has some bad stuff in it..."
Immediately, the teenagers reassuringly replied,
"We two are big enough to handle those stuff,"
and saying with a twinkle in the eye,
"Dad, you taught us the good values, we'll keep it.
Don't WORRY!"

"Okay fine, I understand."
Then, the BUT came in,
"Well, you can go for the movie on one condition.
You have to finish these hash browns."

The girls were overjoyed.
That's like the easiest way of getting a permission!

Just then, before their joy were complete, Dad added,
"But I added some dog poo into the hash brown.
No worries though,
it's so LITTLE
than you won't even taste it!"

The strange thing is this:
I would be so disgusted by
Hash Browns with A LITTLE Dog Poo...

yet I was so willingly eating movie hash browns
with occasional dog poo of profanity, nudity and vulgarity.

Movies nowadays are so commercialised,
willing to keep on pushing the borders of decency,
making sensations out of these things.

Movies that are supposed to be about cool robotics

tried to be more appealing to the humorous crowd

added jokes like "We are under enemy's scrotum".

In addition to that, focused much of the camera on the

Fox-y sexy body which wouldn't add any incentive for Transformers.

We are like supposed to be more "open"

by watching some japanese story(ies)

to understand multiculturalism and clash of cultures

via sex scenes under the scorching Pilbara desert sun.

Taught to be more open,

I was like to suppose to watch the underlying nuances of meaning

in sex scenes where the female character wears the male's pants

during the international course?

Produce that during your English exam as well, thank you.

Aroused by curiosity towards

the award-nominated movies like The Curious Case of Benjamin Button,

I watched it thinking it'll be a really good movie of exploring human aging.

FINALLY A GOOD FILM!

Oh, how I regretted watching it!

Okay, at first a visit to the brothel when he's a "teenager".

No big deal. Plus it's a funny sex scene!

Then, affairs with an married woman...

Okay, maybe it's about the issues of

husbands neglecting wives' sexual and emotional needs?

Then, it turned into a continuous carefree life

of wonderful, unadulterated sex with a childhood lover

in the "youth" of their days.

I was hooked all the way through the movie,

refusing to off the laptop.

It was a terrible day when I realised

Brad was in the Pit of sex.

He even said it,

"I'm just your sex player."

Yes, there are stuff to learn from Mr Button,

but all I remembered was the sex scenes,

CARBON BURNT onto my brain, indelible.

Just like "I'm under enemy's scrotum"...

totally can't recall the cool robot fights.

Even if there are good lessons to be learnt,

sifting through all the bad chaff,

the bad far outweighs the good stuff.

It's hash browns with A LITTLE Dog Poo...

All I wanted from movies is good entertainment

and if possibly good messages that benefit my life.

Moviemakers make movies that we demand.

We demanded new stuff, new sensations,

so they sensationalise all this stuff.

Today, I make a stand to demand for good movies.

I want good stuff like Wall-E.

I want robots and not Fox-es or scrotums.

I've eaten enough dog poo

and I believe I can learn good messages

like multiculturalism, sex, human rights

without the dog poo.

I DEMAND FOR GOOD MOVIES

Would you?

Or you won't mind eating

Hash Browns with A LITTLE Dog Poo?

And now, dear brother and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honourable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.

Philippians 4:8

The Not-So-Complicated Giraffe Test

2009-09-11T15:59:00.003+08:00

Found this mail from Mun Foong early this morning

and found it to be a greater "motivation" to study more=p

Try yourself and you'll know what I mean...

[Highlight the space instructed to know the answer]

Question 1
How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?

Highlight ...[ The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe, and close the door. This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly complicated way. ]...Here

Question 2
How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?

Highlight...[ Did you say, Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant, and close the refrigerator?

Wrong Answer.

Correct Answer: Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door. This tests your ability to think through the repercussions of your previous actions. ]...Here

Question 3
The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All the animals attended ..... EXCEPT one. Which animal does not attend?

Highlight...[ Correct Answer : The Elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator. You just put him in there. This tests your memory. Okay, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly, you still have one more chance to show your true abilities. ]...Here

Question 4
There is a river you must cross but it is used by crocodiles, and you do not have a boat. How do you manage it?

[Highlight... Correct Answer: You jump into the river and swim across. Have you not been listening? All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Meeting. This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes. ...Here]

According to Anderson Consulting Worldwide, around 90% of the Professionals they tested got all questions wrong, but many preschoolers got several correct answers. They say this conclusively disproves the theory that most professionals do not have the brains of a 4-year-old.

(No idea this is true or not, but it's one annoying test for sure... The giraffe aka me the panjang feels so stupid taking this test...)

And talking about using your brains how about this story for a change?

(It's time to give your poor brain a rest, don't you think so?)

An old man lived in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who used to help him was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Son,

I'm feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I am just getting too old to be digging up the garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Love Dad

A few days later, he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden,

that's where I buried the BODIES.

Love Son

At 4 a.m. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now.

That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love Son

And the moral of the story is to make full use of your brain to work smarter not harder!

Anti-Social...

2009-09-10T22:36:00.000+08:00

I can't believe that today
I did not even step out into my house's living room where the TV is!
Man, I'm too anti-social!
However, that didn't make me more studious today.
I slept and slept after reading a subtopic of Chemistry.
The more I study the more I eat too
The bread are diminishing at an amazing rate!

Le Chatelier-Calvin's Principle:
The higher the external pressure,
the number of food molecules and ions increase in Calvin's stomach!

Okay more Chemistry now...
No, try going out to the porch and have some fresh air
and get my milk from next door!

Five Things I Love About Facebook

2009-09-09T20:23:00.007+08:00

It's so funny that Facebook had somehow been

the THING in my life for these few months.

I created a Facebook-style prayer board in church

CYD now has a Facebook account

My brother has a Facebook account

Now my sister has a Facebook account

Even EALD listening test talks about FACEBOOK!!!

I wonder when's my dad gonna sign up for Facebook...

Beware ye folks in SABS...
Discipline teacher stalking you all...wakakaka

I facebook practically every day, at least once.

I'm totally not surprised that

it's currently the third most visited site in the world

just after two major search engines Google and Yahoo!

Despite that video of 25 Things I Hate About Facebook

I guess many people still love Facebook

So here's my list of

Five Things I Love About Facebook

[1] I like the 'Like' button.

It makes people happy but need you not to comment, or when there's just simply no words better to describe. Simply 'Like' it! I'm glad there's no 'hate' button. Samuel once complained that people 'like' even their not so likable moments such as 'fell down into the drain', but it's just a teaser. No one would 'like' if the status update is 'My son is kidnapped'.

[2] The Live Stream aka Twitter-like feature.

When it came out, many people hated it. Now most of us find it fun and you get to know what your friends are doing without the need to go their forever un-updated blogs. Then there are those funny comments, interesting quotes and quizzes. For people like me who don't read news and a total Youtube noob, it's my source of knowing interesting things. People share knowledge there. Very often it serves as refreshment of the soul after information fatigue syndrome with many people posting complaints about studies. It's a better form of taking a break than KitKat, plus it's free!

[3] The Photo Tags and Comments

There are a lot of interesting photos on Facebook like my Standard Six class photo which I don't have and cute pictures of people when they're 'young' as profile pictures. And it's way easier to upload compared to blogger. Photos nowadays are way much more interactive in Facebook, most notably the most controversial photo of the year of comparing the similarities of Ginger and Siow Fern with 70 and counting comments. It might be irritating for some, but just untag yourself.

[4] The Birthday Reminders and other reminders

Now I have better 'memory' on people's birthday and gifts and greetings are free! Plus you get to know the birthdays of those friends you had a heart chat before but never got to know their birthdays until Facebook appears. Facebook does spam the inbox a lot, but at least each of those spam are at least some comments on your status updates not some spam selling viagra or trying to install viruses. For me, I don't mine cleaning up the Facebook mails. And yeah, I'm an attention deficit guy who welcomes any form of attention... Facebook cured me of ADD=p

[5] Of course, you get to connect with friends!

This is arguably the best reason why I ever go Facebook. Gone are the days when you hear about your friends in like two, three or ten years and know nothing how they spend their lives in overseas. Yeah, people argue that with Facebook there's less real life interaction, but many people simply use it as a means to enhance their real life relationships. One saves time to go over the unimportant "keeping up to date" details in their reunions and can discuss more meaningful stuff. You get to know big events in their life and can congratulate or offer condolences at real times rather than a belated one which has less impact.

So, Facebook is not that bad after all. It might be addictive, it might pry on your privacy, but it all really depends on how you use it for the good of others and yourself.

Going Home

2009-09-08T19:19:00.002+08:00

"It was a happy day, till I saw this video..." quoted from [The Great Wall of Text]

Ok, the title "Going Home" is not about Calvin the desperado

delving in escapism of EALD Mock Exam tomorrow

running his way back to Kuantan.

As Blurrie said, it was a happy day.

Calvin was really studying "disciplinely" for Chemistry...

Then time out, and he so happened to stumble across on his [Blogroll]

THE GREAT WALL OF TEXT.

There was this video with a familiar aunty's face.

So I press load and play.

It still takes quite some time to load.

And strangely he had the idea of watching movies.

He deleted many movies in his external hard drive

because many of those Hollywood movies

made him want to gouge his eyes out.

Then there seem to be this strange undeleted teen movie.

So he decided to "succumb into temptation" again...

He prays hard it won't be a teenage romance movie

with hints of premarital sex or passionate kissing.

It was CAMP ROCK.

It turned out to be a nice one

although there were the cliched "High School Musical" stuff

dancing and singing out of nowhere.

He loved the theme of being yourself, albeit cliched

Cliched but still forgotten by many.

Ok, happy movie over.

Time to watch the loaded short film.

So here it is.

The main thing of this post.

It made me think.

I hope it made you think too.

Curious?

Watch it...

A Pot of Holes [Epilogue]

2009-09-07T23:43:00.004+08:00

Part 1 here: [Click lar]

Part 2 here: [Click LAR!]

The end of studying?

Is it true that not everyone is made for studying?

I think it's true.

I've no idea why I study well, or at least I think I am. Probably I had good teachers, and teachers at home too. Dad's a Physics teacher who taught Ms Say my physics lecturer now, Mom's a primary school teacher who taught many of my friends from SABS, Brandon and Cho just to mention a few bright ones. However, I rarely asked my dad about Physics. I read and study it myself. Funny eh? You must be thinking I'm wasting such an opportunity that many hope to have. My mum even funnier, I helped her to even mark papers. Brandon and Cho, I marked your papers you know? That's why I knew you two before seeing your faces. I was a 12-years old teacher in training=)

From small, for no reason I loved reading. I finished an encyclopedia and read it a few times. I memorised capitals of countries for fun. I made up my own quiz books on geography and maths. I developed my thinking on books I read. In secondary school I was reading books like "Theology that Divide" and stuff that teenagers wouldn't even touched. I finished reading from Genesis to Revelation, the whole Bible at least four times. I studied Greek and Hebrew and Japanese before focusing on SPM. That sounds like a crazy genius biography...

And now the biggest catch: everyone is not made to study, including me. By "made to study", I mean "born to be genius". I did not inherit study genes or something, although I seemed to score well in Physics and English, a close resemblance to the "teachers at home". The only things were there was too much books in the house and some really caring Christian teachers surrounding me. All I have to do was explore and ask. Humans are designed by God to learn from Him and other people he has given wisdom. At the time birth, the brain is probably empty or at most contained the most basic information only. Brain cells are meant to connect, they are not "clever" in themselves.

Study is not about exams, but so tragically happen there's a need to discriminate the better ones. You might not have the best teachers, best textbooks, best study environment, but we all somehow like studying. The question is are we studying the stuff that's good for us?

The message of a pot of holes is this: There's no such thing as born genius. Every person is born on earth with the capability to study - to explore the world. And with this, humans are meant to help each other in this pursuit, that's why there are teachers and schoolmates.

I might pass or fail my mock examination, but all I know is this: I'm a pot of holes but light shine through. I'm totally inadequate, it was God and many people who brought me this far. Thank you every one!

[By the way, the word "end" in the first question of this post means "purpose or aim"]

Now only it's The End =p

A Pot Of Holes [Part 2]

2009-09-06T22:06:00.004+08:00

If you haven't read the first part , read it here...[Click lar]

So here am I dealing with myself with the question why do I study, again...

"Die lar, this time mock exam very hard!" thus says Calvin.

Hardly anyone would believe.

"He every time also die then resurrect one."

"This JPA scholar kind of worry ar is never a worry."

"No need so humble lar. You so smart one."

Who knows the terrible inadequacy deep inside Calvin

(most of you reading this would refer the inadequacy as Calvinistic perfectionism)

but it's the same inadequacy felt by those who brush aside my comments of "DIE lar!"

One can never really put a shoe in Calvin's feelings. Never.

As I reflected upon my study life, I realised why I can study well is so little of talent, rather because of people and God.

Digging up the memories in embedded in dust, I found out that I hated studies in my primary school. (Duh, who doesn't? But not likely for a scholar whom most people project me as) I hated Chinese like no other Chinese boy. To begin with, my Chinese name was hard enough to write. 熊泽豪. Try counting the number of radicals. My BM sucks. There was this exam that has fill-in-the-blanks which I never will forget. It goes like this B_B_. Above it was a picture of strange animal I knew of, but don't know it looked like that. That must be one of the "BABI"-iest moments of my intellect. And yeah, you think my England very powderful? My mum complained my English is so Chinese and Cantonese that I was forced to cut down my Cantonese. And I HATE tenses. Till now I still make that Sarah-Sim-always-point-out-mistake, the double past tense, ex gratia: What did you said just now? (In gramm"e"r, it supposed to be What did you say just now?) And try checking all the tenses grammar in this post!

There were many times I cried over my Chinese homework and essays. Why was everyone's Chinese so good when mine sucked? Why did that detestable language had to ever exists? My dad said I fail terribly being a Chinese. My dad scolded and beat me over my naughtiness of refusing to study Chinese. The world was terrible.

Then things turned upside down: My dad threw in the biggest punishment ever, the sending to MONKEY-HOUSE, a place in Taman Teruntum where some there's a dilapidated shed with some monkeys. He threatened to leave me there if I don't change. I pleaded with him not to throw me to the monkeys and promised I'll be a good boy.

From then, I became a good boy. Seriously. Every single action I do, I behaved, even how I come down from a car. Despite a terrible of case of what people call as "child abuse" and which I still think it's wrong, I somehow changed dramatically. I took study as a good thing to do and tried to do good, but still suck in Chinese. I still get beaten at times at home, but less.

Done with my dad, my next step of change in studies was teachers. Wen Lao Shi, my first ever tuition teacher, which I urinated in her class out of fear, encouraged me much to study. Then Wang Ai Xiang Lao Shi, my form teacher for three years, forced me to learn up tonnes of Chinese with the spelling tests 听写. She taught me to love maths and I represented my little school in maths competition. Zheng Lao Shi made me love Chinese through the epic stories of San Guo Yan Yi, taught me Science in a way that develop a great way of understanding it, not blind memorisation.

This Zheng Lao Shi made the greatest impact in my life. She was the only teacher who truly cared for me and prayed over my UPSR Chinese Paper. Years later, she still remembered me. And I always remember the miracle of UPSR Chinese getting an A because of her. Chinese was stood as a huge obstacle to my complete 7As in UPSR because I never got an A before in Standard Four till Standard Six. I told Zheng Lao Shi my worries one day when I arrived early at her tuition. She said I can do it because God is there with me. Now as I think again, I've come to realise it's her prayer, not merely my efforts.

The day when UPSR Chinese came, I experienced a peace that exceeds all understanding and found that I can do the questions although the passages were tough. And those days teachers came up with their sets of UPSR answers and marked our objective papers and try to guess if their best students can get A or pass for Chinese. And how glad was I to hear Wang Ai Xiang Lao Shi said in a relieved tone that 泽豪 scored get 84 marks for Chinese Paper 1.

From then on, from the most hated subject it turned into my loved subject, not the most loved lar, but surely the most interesting one. Form 1-Form 3, I had another Christian teacher who tuitioned me Chinese, Wang Lao Shi. For God knows what reason, she emphasized so much on Chinese calligraphy which only carry 8 marks in PMR Chinese paper! My handwriting suckedenough and now handling that Chinese brush when I cannot even hold a pencil properly? You know what? I totally blew it up on my Calligraphy. It's total 鬼画符!

She still faithfully emphasized it when I don't see the significance. But being a good boy, I tried following. 逆锋起笔、横、搜笔. My strokes turned out well. Slowly and with much practice, I can't believe I actually entered a Calligraphy competition and won! Now tell me something one cannot change or learn! From smudging the 九宫格with ink to scoring almost 8 marks in PMR trial exam Chinese Calligraphy section. That's a miracle! (And Mr D, if you're reading, I'm still praying for a miracle in my English handwriting...haha. Hope you live to see it.=)

So as I reflect, it was never my intellect that brought me thus far. It was teachers and great Christian teachers that God provided, who teach tuition not to earn money, but with the purpose of teaching and helping students to understand the purpose of studying.

They stand as lights shining into a pot of holes like me...

A Pot Of Holes [Part 1]

2009-09-05T21:05:00.002+08:00

"Ever heard the one about how light can only shine through a pot with holes? hee. God chooses imperfect people to do great things, to show how awesome He is. sounds cliche right? but here's the point i think few people think about --> have you ever thought how cool it is that in the process of showing His glory through you, you get to grow in character and skills? awesome right?"

Frankly, I suck in "preaching"... CYD people can testify to that, especially recently. Even my EALD oral skills drop like mad. I suck even in talking these few months. I'm back into the old extremely introverted, don't talk at all, hate talking Calvin. Maybe I never changed in the first place, living in a hallucination of "I'm a intro-extrovert. Not bad lar. At least halfway out of the cocoon...".

Anyway, no point dwelling on that. Today CYD discussed about studies and its importance. Today break record 20 people came!!! For the first time, we had to photocopy extra copies of study material. When you think least people come, almost gave up hope thanks to "my utterly boring 'preaching' skills driving people away" and resorted to a desperate prayer on the night before, God brings people in droves. I think I prayed too much already...=p

More people meant more tension for me. CK didn't come, so I had to worship lead. This time we have the people and volume, but it's still pretty daunting to lead in that big hall. At least the icebreakers relieved me. Then, it came for time of discussion on studies. It was such a big circle of people!!! I prayed for the best and start "crapping".

Studies to me have been "natural". I love studies. Homework and exams are obstacles I dealt with often till I'm quite confident. And yet there, with my 13 A1 reputation, I suddenly lost thought of my purpose of studying. Studying suddenly seemed meaningless.

WHAT'S MY PURPOSE OF STUDYING?

Then other questions came.

"How do you finish so much homework? My teacher gave me NINE English essays to complete in a 9-day holiday..."

"I cannot absorb anything in. Or it comes in and comes out immediately. How?"

I gave some really impractical advice. I just simply couldn't answer. I finish my homework, but sometimes I can't finish in time. I read and I absorb, but at the same time, I can't memorise certain things. And that idea of the ability to study is a talent somehow became real. I've seen enough people who put in so much effort yet still stuck there. Hard work and determination might just be comforting and encouraging words to a unchangeable reality.

Some people don't like to read books. It's hard to change, just like one's preferences for brocolli or bitter gourd. The more one forces them to read, or even themselves, finds reading even more horrible. But I somehow, don't know why, loved reading.

Some people just cannot sit still, study and memorise stuff, even with all the mnemonics and lingo, whereas for me, x = -b plus minus square root of b square minus 4ac, then divide the whole thing by 2a, or the first 20 elements in the periodic table: H, He, Li, Be, B, C, N, O, F, Ne, K, Mg, Al, Si, P, S, Cl, Ar, Na, Ca... I've no idea how my mind can key in so many elements today and it's stuck there. Yet at the same time I'm still confuse over what's brass and bronze...

Worst still is the fact that many students do not have good teachers to make them like studying. We have no student right to choose our teachers, it depends on probability to get a good teacher, even tuition teachers. One reason I realise why I studied well and love studying was because of my teachers. Okay, don't get me wrong, don't flock to Kuantan to study just because there's a higher chance of getting great teachers there. But back to the point, what if there's no good teacher to help me develop my intellect?

These are hard questions to answer. Despite what most want to believe, not everyone is made to study. Is this true? I've no idea.

[To be continued...]

Moral: Definisi?

2009-09-04T10:38:00.004+08:00

Thus says Ms Say,

"Last time I always fail Moral

because I write what I would do SINCERELY."

"There was this question which asked,

'What would you do

if you see a piece of ten dollar note on the road?'"

"I answered truthfully (and naively),

'I will just walk past it and not pick it up

My mother tell me not to pick up money on the road

because it might be hell money for the lonely spirits.

If I take it, the spirit will follow me...'" =.="

It might be just some Chinese superstition,

but what surprised me was what her dad's reaction was

when she showed the Moral exam paper which labelled FAIL.

"Aiyoh, you must LIE one!!!"

WHAT's the definition of moral man?

Moral Education

just simply defeats it purpose

when it seemed to encourage most people to lie in their exams

to fake their moral reports of doing good deeds

to memorise a whole bunch of definitions and score well in exam

but learn little to be a good citizen.

WHAT's the definition of moral?

Then, in college you take that Moral Knowledge

it's even worse!

They throw a whole bunch of philosophical moral ideas

and let you choose which one.

For most, it leaves one in Confusionism

and repugnant to moral...

WHAT's the definition of moral...

Can't they be a little bit more

"Boleh berfikir berdasarkan alasan dan bukti yang nyata dan dapat mengambil tindakan berasaskan pertimbangan yang wajar."???

(Rasional, if you forget your definitions...)

Procrastination

2009-09-03T09:07:00.002+08:00

I'll read Chemistry later.

I'll finished off Physics homework later.

Aiyah, next time only do.

In the name of destressing, facebook first lar.

But next mock already.

Eh, next week got EALD only lar.

Still got one more week.

Oh, there's goes more procrastination.

Calvin, the procrastinator.

Flying Colours and Marks

2009-09-02T10:48:00.003+08:00

Disclaimer: Calvin acknowledges self-praise is universal disgrace.

YO PEOPLE!

I GOT 96 FOR APPLICABLE MATHEMATICS!!!!

WOOHOO!!!!

Finally my prayers and wishes come true

I get a nine-digit marks for Maths.

It may seem stupid why a 13A1 SPM student would rejoice over this.

But people, college maths is not as easy as it seems.

I never failed my maths before in my life till college!

Australians sure know how to set extremely challenging questions

on simple mathematics knowledge.

When you look at the question you'll either have these three reactions:

[1] What on earth is this question?

Quote Nasuha: This question is from HELL.

Faef corrected: "No lar, it's question from heaven! Since you all DIED in that question."

[2] Okay, I understand the question. But how to do wei, BRAIN JAMMED!

Cheh, so easy one to do one.

Most say that after seeing the answers, but real examination time answers don't fall from heaven. The questions want us to DIE first...

[3] Yay, finally a question I understand, straightforward and can do.

But it's only ONE mark, and even the one mark one loses because of carelessness.

So in the end, DIE also.

Every one in AUSMAT has a reason to hate Applicable Mathematics.

However, this time I feel I'M LOVING IT!

(there goes a free advertisement for McD)

This time I BELIEVE I CAN FLY

with FLYING COLOURS!

Never thus far, I scored more than 80 for Applicable Mathematics.

Hope is coming for me

and Mock Exam next week please don't mock me!

Most of all I thank people who without complaint and without ceasing

prayed for me throughout the hectic months of exams and assignment.

Thanks Un Dex, Sarah, Nicholas, and all the CYD people and SAGC

and my bro Caleb and family.

(It may seem funny to thank everyone

before I know whether I fail Mock exams or not,

but I appreciate all of their prayers no matter I pass or fail later

for they are all my bro and sis in Christ.

And yes Daddy in heaven, thank you to You the most

although people might not believe that you helped me in exams

You were there

when Ophelia turned up (TEE 2003:18)

when Bruce and Kylie appeared with their twins (TEE 2004:15 and many more)

when I got stuck in augmented matrix

when my probability of understanding the question = 0

when I realised my intellect is NOTHING...

Thank You for your love that is exponentially distributed (growth style),

never ending, goes on for infinity,

and possess the "lack of memory" feature

on all my procrastination to study and lazying around with Facebook

and NEVER FAIL to comfort me

and love me (plus the discipline).

Oh yeah, thanks for the good marks in Physics, Chemistry and Economics.

It's time to dig into Applicable Mathematics past year questions...

It'll will be hard time raking my brain cells, but worth it to bring You glory.

The Day After Merdeka

2009-09-01T10:22:00.004+08:00

Since it's my EALD oral exam,

That sounds pretty much like The Day After Tomorrow

aka Lusa...LOL

Okay, enough of merdeka bashing

time for some patriotism.

Check out this link:

http://www.1malaysia-proton.com/

It's alternate stuff to all the 15Malaysia hoohaa

"This year, we got 3 Malaysians to rileks together. Afdlin Shauki, Dato David Aramugam and Ho Yuhang spent a nite at a pasar malam and talked about Malaysia. In the process, we got a few laughs and a lot of meaning."

I still can't believe Proton actually come this out.

Calvin Had A Premarital Sex...

2009-08-31T17:36:00.000+08:00

...talk with Jason.

(Calvin in his lame attempts to make people's eyes popped out=p

See the grammar also know something wrong with the title...

this generation of perverse grammar...)

It's on Merdeka night

the night where one is merdeka and free to just do it...

the night when "a country that starts with M" boleh, boleh berkhalwat...

Yor, the tulah of Merdeka shall fall on me tonight again!

(the first time happened on the day with a nightmare!)

Click on the comments link below to view the "tulah" incident....

Jason told me (I have so many friends named Jason, guess lar which one)

about this drama series on the secret lives of American teenagers.

Typical lar, 15 years get pregnant, and sex is like the normal thing.

But there was an interesting plot of one Christian couple...

In this BGR,

"Hey, my dad say it's wrong to have sex before marriage.

True love waits!"

"No problem, we can get married and then have sex!"

"But my dad says I can't get married until after university"

The guy start counting with his fingers

And guess what? The girl was dreaming to be a doctor!

Count the years yourself when she's allowed to get married!

Looking desperate, the guy suggested,

"What about oral sex? It's not exactly sexual intercourse..."

"It's still SEX right?" The girl said bluntly.

The guy was sort of disappointed, but he loved her deeply.

But his sexual drive was too strong,

sohe resorted to have another girlfriend who was willing.

The strange thing was, and the guy was a Christian

asked the other girlfriend who isn't,

to pray for forgiveness before having sex!

"Hey, you want it or not?"

The guy was like trembling,

"God might zap us on the bed!"

Then I forgot how the plot went...

something like the guy was discovered by the Christian girlfriend...

Jason haven't watched finished the series...

(Calvin loves cliffhangers! =p)

Sometimes I just don't get

why sex has to be within the confinements of marriage...

Calvin can just walk past the BU area and Centrepoint

to see enough cats with premarital pregnancy!

Animals don't have marriage!

"Alsation, I hereby pronounce you as husband to Chihuahua!"

Marriage doesn't make sex more safe.

If the spouse has HIV gotten from his/her mum

the other one will kena also.

Marriage doesn't guarantee that sex will be more fun.

Many men and women end up dissatisfied.

The body produces gametes no matter whether you're married or not.

Aka, the body doesn't care if you're married or not.

Marriage doesn't guarantee you won't end up in divorce.

In fact it sort of guarantees, you can't divorce

if you aren't married IN THE FIRST PLACE

(So happen that "In the first place" is Mr D's favourite phrase

and by the way "divorce" is pronounced as DEE-was rather than DIE-wass)

But why there's marriage IN THE FIRST PLACE?

How come so many cultures have this thing called "marriage"?

Most of the time, it's a great and lavish event, to add on.

Guess there's a purpose God created marriage for Adam and Eve.

Probably because Adam and Eve

weren't animals who just do it for the sake of

"BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY"...

The love between them goes beyond eros,

they are to care for each other and truly love one another

and somehow humans are creatures wired with the need to focus

or else they fail

(proven by AUSMAT students, including me)

So does marriage, it helps us to focus on that one person we love

not just some fun fun legalistic "holier-than-thou" procedure...

to make sure you are BOUND FOREVER to

your (insert negative adjective) wife.

(In a sense there's freedom in that "bondage" to fully love your wives

with marriage pulling you back from lust's deceptive distractions)

Premarital sex is fun, but leaves you empty

because there's no commitment.

And oh yeah, for those who has premarital sex,

pray for forgiveness like that guy in the drama series

not because God will zap you immediately if you don't

but God is gracious and always will accept you back

(and help you pull through the consequences...

milk powder might just fall from heaven)

All said, true love waits.

And Calvin is waiting for his one true love too =p

Calvin sort of kesian the ibu tunggal cats in BU who was dump by their lovers after having sex...

Expensive Sunday

2009-08-30T17:35:00.004+08:00

I just realised that I like to buy a lot of expensive groceries.

1.0 litre Marigold HL Milk (4 cartons)

costing RM 18.30

(that's already in the saver twin pack)

Ayamas Premium Chicken Cheese (2 packets)

costing RM 12.78

(I really like it a lot...my main source of protein for dinner)

Gardenia Original Wholegrain Fibremeal (1 loaf)

costing RM 3.00

(I ate very healthy one... wholemeal sumore)

Dry Apricots from Turkey (2 packets)

costing RM 9.98

(Sudden urge for apricots and I bought enough to last me for two weeks of craving)

Fresh Huluwa Dates from Saudi Arabia (500 g)

costing RM 12.90

(This is way too expensive, but would come in handy to belanja my Malay friends)

Philippines Dole Bananas (RM 0.59 per 100 g)

costing RM 6.07

(The bananas I eat also imported one because I gave up on Pisang Montel which decays at an exponential rate!)

TOTAL = RM 63.05 (rounding adjusted)

Man, all my fruits are imported!!! So tak sokong local fruits of Malaysia. What to do, most Malaysian fruits not fresh and hard to store and inviting ants.

My groceries very healthy and expensive, but I fall sick last week.

Now I know where my budget deficit comes from.

But this one is priceless:

The Jesus I Never Knew by Philip Yancey

Rediscovering the Jesus of the Bible...

Rediscovering the central figure that split history into two parts

from the comfortable images that we made him to be...

"No one who meets Jesus ever stays the same..."

Plugging In To IBA Unplugged

2009-08-29T16:27:00.001+08:00

Four Bands One Competition One Winner.

Undecided

from SS Gospel Centre

H.I.S.

from Antioch NetWORK CommUNITY

99+1

from Klang Gospel Hall

and et cetera

from Shah Alam Gospel Centre...

(oh yeah, et cetera is the band name...)

This year's IBA Unplugged was cool!

You have speaker who wore rugged jeans.

And imitating Rudi's style of chairing

It's amazing that the "We are in a Brethren church" Christians in Malaysia

are raising such fine musicians

with the drums, electric guitar and keyboard

which were considered "evil" by conservatives.

One definitely cannot equate conservative with Brethren today.

Yet, the musicians never forget that "Brethren distinctive"

of creating biblically deep meaning for songs and hymns

which so many contemporary Christian music is lacking.

This year sees a raise in standards of creativity.

Teams wrote their own songs as a band

and remix hymns in ways beautiful and serene.

I particularly like the band 99+1

who wrote the song Rush of Fools

and totally remade the hymn "A Purple Robe"

with mellow music and RAPPING!!!

H.I.S. also did a great job on daring to try new stuff.

They sang Salvation Is Here in a cool slow way and

those jokers (literally) did a great job

in presenting the Gospel through the medley

albeit rendered confusing by judges.

I love the ending of the medley:

"It's not a human right

to stand and not fight" from Solution.

Two bands covered the hymn Nothing But The Blood.

Simple hymn but it speaks tonnes

Nothing but the blood of Jesus

washed us white as snow...

Overall, it was a great time listening to songs

and worshipping God at the end.

Oh yeah, by the way, the winner was undecided...

(the band Undecided? get it?)

As the speaker said, we are born with a purpose

We are all born to say

what the song Et Cetera played

"I'd Love You So"...

Way to go man, BRETHREN music

Take over Hillsong one day lar!

Happy Meal =)

2009-08-28T23:00:00.001+08:00

Today is Judgement Day at EALD...

I was a judge to comment on people's speaking skills on interpreting pictures.

I just record this for fun.... haha

The main for today is this:

Happy Meal at Yuen Steamboat restaurant

The one where chicken wings disappear within less than 5 seconds after it appeared.

The height of human competition for food!

Never in my life I've seen it to be so intense!

Happy Meal =) was a liberation of steam in the form of steamboat.

Liberation from steam and pressure of

Physics Topic Test on Tuesday

Chemistry Topic Test on Wednesday

EALD Assignment on Thursday

and Applicable Maths Topic Test on Friday.

We have to celebrate merdeka early

because immediately on 1 September, there's oral test and more classes.

It's was true merdeka

people showing all their colours in eating.

Ming Chai's ferocity in fighting for chicken wings.

Sing Yong's verbosity in announcing the arrival of chicken wings.

Joel and Jaevon's boldness in engaging a war over chicken wings.

Beng and KCV's amazing appetite for ICE CREAM

and not forgetting the ALWAYS EAT JAGUNG gang! (Long live Fern and Calvin!)

Let's talk about HAPPY MEAL =) Dish 1

CHICKEN WINGS!!!

It just drive people crazy!

People dive in and with such dexterity to grab all the chicken wings.

Such tenacity with all sorts of technique of obtaining highest yield!

Ming Chai proposed all kinds of techniques:

1 - One take one block the competitors

2 - Take from other people's plate when they are busy taking it.

3 - Steal from the kitchen.

And I'm really amazed at how fast the chicken wings disappear within seconds, literally.

The whole thing was clean and done.

However, the best thing I like about Yuen is the ice-creams.

I think I ate about eight flavours.

(in increasing deliciousness: dried fruits with vanilla-less vanilla, sugus-flavoured strawberry, yam, very artificial honeydew, jagung-y corn, vanilla, chocolate, chocolate chips in vanilla)

Tony, KCV and Ah Beng are experts in eating this.

They ate like seven bowls?

No wonder ice-cream disappear so fast

and for once I had to queue to get ice-creams.

Come here eat steamboat or ice-cream? Haha.

Actually, the other food are pretty plain. The steamboat is just normal.

I ate all the meat and vege until so jelak already.

Guess it was the fun of being with friends.

Switching tables and talk to very long time no talk people.

Mutual feeding of ice cream between Fern and Calvin

(oh we are just friends... don't over-analyse)

Meeting junior like Jia Jun, a future-to-be architect as well

Posing in pictures

See other people run away from photo shooting

See Poh Hui killing Ming Chai for pranking her into photo shoot

"Ei, Poh Hui! Look at my handphone camera lens!"

*points at it as if something wrong with the lens*

*chak*

"EI, YOU TAKE MY PICTURE!!!"

This is so 经典!

And yes, Jun Kai's wonderful picture and

announcement to the world of his name by his Engineering mates.

And discrimination of tall guy sitting under a pot of artificial pitcher plants.

Great question from Nai Lin:

"What hurts the most? Durian falling on your head or coconut?"

"Durian" and with lengthy physics explanations of pressure exerted by durian thorns

and Tony's strange biology answer of durian causing both internal and external bleeding unlike coconuts only with internal bleeding.

"YOUR HEAD LAR!!!"

How can we be so stupid one?

(Dear reader, get the joke?)

However, I guess the best-est thing about HAPPY MEAL=)

is about discovering pure laughter and the freedom to be wacky.

Studies really has a toll on my PR skills,

but today I regain joy of just discovering to talk to friends without inhibition.

To step on other people's shoes just like that. Haha, Poh Hui double step in return.

To sing merdeka songs while waiting for T632 back to Kelana Jaya.

To stand tall in pictures and smile without kaku-ness.

It's been a great day!

Thanks to Nai Lin for making it really VIBE

VERY INTERESTING BIG EVENT!!!

Thanks to Ming Chai to reminding and inviting!

Thanks to Poh Hui for driving and guiding the way!

Thanks to Fern for making things really funny!

Thanks to many who came: Sarah, Jaevon, Joel, Nicholas, Woei Song, Ginger, Ah Beng, KCV, Ming Chai, Sing Yong, James, Poh Hui, Keoh Ying, Yat Seng, Nai Lin, Fern, Tony, Jun Kai, Jia Jun, Keng Chai, Gary, Wei Khang, and who's that missing 23-rd person?

Oh yeah, drop the comments about the things you find interesting during HAPPY MEAL=)

I really want to record this great eating we had!

For it's really a HAPPY MEAL=)

BORING-est Day Ever!

2009-08-27T22:20:00.001+08:00

1.30 PM

Mr Wong come in discuss that most people get full mark Economics Test Paper. Awhile everything gao dim. Had plenty of lepaking time doing Maths Assignment.

3.00 PM

Mr Derick showed a lot of powerpoints on woman discrimination... blah blah blah (I respect women's rights okay? though a lil chauvinistic at times...hehe. Someone got to defend the guys from extremist feminists all around.)

4.00 PM

The last EALD assignment. Super boring. I don't even feel tension with the time limit. My job was just to do one powerpoint slide comparing some texts and that's it. Sienz. (This is not an excuse for you - Mr D to lower marks... it simply means I was relaxed doing your work which is a good thing)

Go home eat eggs with bread and ketchup.

Kesian. Boring.

Even this post is so boring.

But tomorrow is going to be exciting.

The liberation of steam at Yuen's!

(Guess what ler... read next post!)

Sick again?

2009-08-26T20:22:00.004+08:00

Yor, please... this is like the second time I get flu after just a few weeks?

And this is a wrong time to be sick.

There are exams, assignments and mock exam to study.

I have IBA Unplugged to go!

Now thinking most likely I can't go because I might just infect the Brethrens.

Calvin, can you just be more healthy?

And those H1N1 people walking in college like nobodies business, please don't come.

And those have business like Kay Bee You... please close the college!

This is so sick!

My Roommate

2009-08-25T22:21:00.007+08:00

Oh Calvin going nostalgic AGAIN?

I remembered last year when Nick asked me when was Leong's birthday.

"Eh, you sure his birthday is on 26 August and not today?"

"Of course. I'M HIS ROOMMATE OKAY?"

Then, kantoi, it turned out to be 25 August.

So this year I made sure after my birthday,

I checked properly the dates via Facebook.

I find it interesting how can two roommates' birthday can be so close.

Probably because both of our mothers are primary school teachers.

And the only time they are free to conceive is during the year-end holidays =p

Anyway, the other Five "whatever-you-want-to-call:-musketeer, duo+trio" boys

Chan, Tony, Junk Kai and Calvin decided to surprise Leong.

The operation went like this on 24 August:

[1] Calvin designed the birthday card and ask students and lecturers to sign.

When getting lecturers to sign, he almost had the chance the see the App Maths mock paper! and Ms Say actually wrote in Chinese for Leong. Mr D with his flowery language wrote only HAPPY BIRTHDAY! which was quite reasonable, what else better to wish?

[2] Calvin bought the cake from Secret Recipe

The cake should be called Cappucino Cheese. Forget liao... but the main thing was that he was cycling it back all the way back to BU6... and guess what? nothing happened! it arrived safely. It was a piece of cake!

[3] The four discussed their plan of surprise and started calling people

I can't believe Tony has to scroll his SMS to write a special birthday wish. Ms Say was correct: Engineering students are totally not artistic. Haha. It was confirmed 9.30 PM was the time to surprise.

[4] Calvin became the spy and was on the lookout for the target's slightest movement.

It was torture to act normal in the room. I found out that the birthday card was not sticking well and my glue stick ran out. So I actually borrowed glue from Leong to re-paste his birthday card! Then, I was afraid his mum is going to pick him back for birthday celebration as his bags seemed neatly arranged. I asked whether he's going back in the most awkward way. But didn't kantoi...

[5] The moment before surprise.

At 9.20 PM, Leong went to sleep. How wei?!!! Then, Gary, Yat Seng, Keoh Ying, Ming Chai, Tony, Jun Kai and Chan came only to find the outside pedlock locked. Thank God I decided to come out as unplanned. Had to re-teach Chan how to sing Happy Birthday in Merry Christmas tune. All was ready. Candles lighted on cake, everyone was prepared for ambush!

[6] The moment of surprise!

I unlocked the door and then Tony realise my room fan was still on with its normal speed of maximum 5! KANTOI! The troops retreated and I turned off the fan. Then Leong woke up, wondering what was all the noise and Calvin turning off the fan when almost went into proper sleep. Apa Calvin ni? Off the fan for no reason. (The lights and fan of a room is a huge source for roommate's argument typically) So finally, we went in immediately (before he can get angry =p) and sang the Happy Birthday song in Merry Christmas tune. Ming Chai and I almost sang "We wish you a Merry Christmas!" instead of "We wish you a Happy Birthday!". Anyway, we decided to sing the original version of Happy Birthday, coz the Merry Christmas tune was kinda lame. It was that warm, friendly tune again!

[7] The Reaction Force (oh the moment in [5] & [6] are not referring torque)

The birthday was speechless and grinning widely. We then went outside and snapped pictures. Birthday boy said, "Thank you very much. Didn't expected it." We invited him to eat the cake. Birthday boy said, "Thank you very much. Didn't expected it." We snapped more pictures. Birthday boy said, "Thank you very much. Didn't expected it." We asked how did the cake taste like. Birthday boy said, "Thank you very much. Didn't expected it." We joked around. Birthday boy said, "Thank you very much. Didn't expected it." We left. Birthday boy said, "Thank you very much. Didn't expected it.". Leong repeated thank you a lot.

To Leong:

Thank you for the birthday card you put on my desk today afternoon! Although it came after your birthday card, thanks for the effort of creating one for me. It was so kawaii! And yet able to capture our moments of joy, fighting and cold wars. It's an up-and-down time with you, but a wonderful roller coaster. Be it with Kilo and Cal, our hamsters, our late night talks about our weddings in the future at Cloud-9 scale, deep conversations about God and matters of life, the movies together , the belanja-ing food for each other, the stay-over at your house and the extremely memorable argument started with me scrubbing the toilet floor while you're sleeping (yes, Calvin is capable doing the strangest things to irritate people), they all enriched my life. Although we are talking less now, probably a sign of work hardening from AUSMAT, I do hope after mock our friendship will be annealed. However no matter what happens, I will always remember this "肥仔" roommate of mine. Let's not give up pursuing our dreams!

Size DOES Matter...

2009-08-24T20:15:00.000+08:00

Today there isn't much interesting stuff happening.
It's all about preparing for EXAMS... boring.
Since there's nothing to post, I put up more videos
which I wanted to continue from "Why Guys Should Chase Girls?" post.

So here they are, that funny Californian guy again.
See if you agree or disagree... have a laugh.

Disclaimer again: Don't relate this to me too much...haha

Size DOES Matter: What Girls Want From Guys in Relationships

Size DOES Matter: What Girls Want From Guys in Relationships (Part 2)

Size DOES Matter: What Girls Want From Guys in Relationships (Part 3)

Size DOES Matter: What Girls Want From Guys in Relationships (Part 4)

Carpe Durian

2009-08-23T23:08:00.003+08:00

Maybe it smells like pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock.

But I'm gonna carpe diem, as Mr Kok said,

Seize the days of youth when you can eat TONNES of durians!

Seize the durians! Carpe Durio zibethinus!

Durians, or lest I die!

(Although there are news reports

Of people dying from excessive consumption of durians

there are people like me who are dying of durian deprivation)

Ever since last year, I never tasted durian in raw form.

And if this year I don't get to eat,

It will be five years of durian deprivation in Kangaroo-land

because Kangaroos hate that fruit.

I never get why Westerners hate it so much,

and we Malaysians are whacking away in that hydrogen sulphide-d fruit.

Just do it, Australians!

And life for me in Australia will be more wonderful!

In view of durian deprivation in Kangarooland,

And I was allowed to choose what birthday gift I want from church friends,

I decided to stock up durians in my stomach.

It was great to have the Chinese Ministry people to bake a chocolate cake

and some girls whom I barely know than less a month baking delicious cupcakes for me.

But I "need" durians!

The Lord shall provide all your needs

So the church blessed me with DURIAN RUNTUH!!!

Whack the durians kao kao at some stalls in Sri Muda.

God bless even further for it was a night without rain

And many can enjoy durian under the moonlight!

Thanks Un Dex for sponsoring all the great durians!

Thanks Linus, Michelle, Hui Min, Chee Kean for accompanying me just to eat durian.

Thanks Ivan for coming too although you looked blurred with the durians

and Mrs Elaine Teoh for bravery in attempting to poke the durians and try some.

Of course, Samuel, my very young and cute friend for eating durian like me!

When you go home, don't snatch from Popo and Mummy their durians.

(And Linus, love your comment that

Popo can run to the durians without tongkat, so kua cheong! LOL=)

Durians made my day!

No, SAGC folks made my day!

And thank God for that fruit!

(Hope it's not the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden,

coz Eve will have a hard time carpe durian!)

Okay, time to move forward into durian deprivation period. T.T

The Story of A Birthday

2009-08-22T21:16:00.002+08:00

It was 22 August. The doctor found out that something is wrong with the baby. The mother was worried. The baby's older brother died in the womb. Was history going to repeat itself? No, she will never give up. She pushed forward with all her might. It was a perilous moment. Once the life supporting cord was separated, the baby will suffocate in the womb. However, a miracle happened, the baby's head with its eyes and nose popped out finally. He was all blue, deoxygenated, but life came in again as the light and air of the world breathe into him. Probably he was predestined to be tall and long, that's why the legs came out first! But there lay an overjoyed mum, with her precious first child...

Nineteen years later, the baby was in darkness again, fearing what his birthday was going to be. It was not a time when he's with his family and will be able to go to Kentucky Fried Chicken to celebrate with finger-licking-good drumsticks. It was not a time when he was the tall happy talkative guy like when he first came college. People have known his snobbishness, his glance from his tall self looking down, trampling them. People have known his dogmatism, his insistence on doing the things he felt right. People have known his fiery temperament, his all hidden up fire and only flares up with sarcastic remarks... He just always have problems with the word friendship.

While sulking in darkness, reluctant to talk to anyone, Light came into his life again and said "I'll celebrate with you and be happy because there are those who looked beyond your fault." The boy was happy, but he didn't expected much. He did not expect that his parents will drive all the way from home and surprise him in college. He did not expect his church friends to plan a surprise party with his college mates for him. He did not expect all his college mates will sing happy birthday in class. He did not expect his closest friends will do anything or say anything after the hurts afflicted on them by him. Nope, he expected nothing... although the one reading this thinks he has much expectation after a close scrutiny of this paragraph.

The people came and knocked at the door. They wished happy birthday and walked off. The boy understood it. No games, no party whatsoever. It's okay, he was facebooking, facebooking some real turned into virtual friends. Facebook was addictive. He was posting some videos of "Why Guys Should Chase Girls" as if he was a desperate guy wanting confess to the girl he loved.

Then, they came in again. "Come out-lah Calvin!" said that Annoying Voice. When the boy came out, the Annoying Voice said "Aiyah, forget liao. Go get a T-Shirt. We are going to blindfold you!". Okay, they want to do something special. Just put up with them. It's very good of them to do something for him on his birthday.

The boy was blindfolded. He walked around clueless, thinking he was lost in the darkness of his mother's womb again. Then came the Voices.

"Go to your right."

"Yeah, I'm going the 'right' direction!"

"Walk faster lar!" said the annoying voice.

The boy was somehow not scared at all the walk in the darkness. He was on solid bitumen road. Yet, it was because of the Voice of Assurance that not just only assured him, but held the boy with his hands, guiding the way, and stopping him when necessary. Probably there was two of them. No idea, because it was all just darkness. And Voices.

There were a lot trials and tribulations. The bushes and sticks brushed against the tall legs and head. Cars veering past so near the legs that he can feel the wind. Houses with fans that are too low. Commandments of squatting down. And Voices that Lie. Again, the Voice of Assurance and Laughter was still around. The boy felt if he were to be blind, it's still okay because he has Voices who will tell him where to talk and most comforting still, held him by hand to walk, walk through the darkest night.

Arguably, it was the longest blindfolded journey the boy went through. He was allowed to open his eyes after he thought was to climb onto a Roman pillar and Zeus was about to strike lightning on him. The lightning turned out to be a Big Mac with two candles. What a cake!

Then, when he had the chance to see the world again, not blindfolded, he felt strange. People were playing their own games. It was about them again. The boy was left alone. Sticks hit people, but the sticks never went to him. The balloons burst, but he was not in the bursting fiesta.

It came the time to sit down. It was cold. Midnight wind blowing. One Voice left, but the boy was very glad that the Voice came. Every one tried very hard to joke. Be it with their impregnated bellies or with the Chinese dialect jokes. At least the Big Mac Desperado was really joking. The boy was pressured to make it a happy mode. The people came and one shouldn't disappoint them, but the fact that they came just because they considered the boy Friend haunted the boy.

It wasn't like last year when many people come, played flour and it was a messy happy birthday party. This year it seemed that the boy dragged them out for his happiness sake, some dragged all the way from Kelana Jaya. Every one was yawning when they couldn't talk anymore. Finally, the boy couldn't take in the guilt anymore and asked "Do you guys want to go back now?". Oh yeah, the night was young and they waited more. They talked about steamboat.

Every one went back after that and the boy was staring at his Facebook Profile page. Tonnes and tonnes of wall posts flooded his page. Somehow he felt happier on Facebook. Then there was sms-es on the phone from long lost friends and prayer partner. It was busy time of thanking everyone. It was not idle and awkward.

It was a strange birthday. Strange that I appreciate friends when I'm blind. Strange that virtual happy birthday greetings meant more than real ones. Strange that friends will drags themselves out just for your birthday, doing nothing, trying just to make you happy.

The boy felt really strange. Maybe coz it's nineteen years old. One has to grow up from birthday fun to appreciate people who are truly friends.

Why Guys Should Chase Girls?

2009-08-21T21:32:00.005+08:00

It's not even Friday 13th.

It's even the Friday before that blessed day called MY BIRTHDAY!!!

Yet there was a death in the house opposite of Mr D's,

Ms Say said she was down with fever,

Resulting in two assessments postponed till next week

Resultant number of exams = 4 in 3 days!

4 = Die! Sei lor!

That sounds familiar right?

Was spending the whole morning beside Ms Poh Hui

Complaining to each other how hard are all the past year physics questions.

It was a great time we were both wearing formal attire

And doing physics question with leather shoes and high heels

(PH barefooted later in library, can't stand the stress - in physics terms)

Because Mr D asked us to wear it and...

Quote Hani: I stayed up until FOUR AM and you say there's NO CLASS!!!

Anyway, I still had many physics question undone.

So I released tension by going Facebook!

And stumbled across Elena Lee's note on a Youtube video called

"WHY GUYS SHOULD CHASE GIRLS?"

Didn't know why decided to click on the link

Probably caught by that comment Ms Blurrie@_@ made:

"It's interesting how people talk about serious stuff in a comical way.. ahhaha"

Won't say much on this, else people think more than they should.

Check out the videos!

WHY GUYS SHOULD CHASE GIRLS? (Part 1)

WHY GUYS SHOULD CHASE GIRLS? (Part 2)

WHY GUYS SHOULD CHASE GIRLS? (Part 3)

Student Rights

2009-08-20T20:16:00.004+08:00

Humans have human rights

yet students don't have student rights!

Being in this slave trade called education for so long,

I MUST STAND UP TO SPEAK FOR STUDENTS LIKE ME!

(or at least blog it... where I hope lecturers don't read)

Students have absolutely no right to:

Article #1: Choose our own teachers, lecturers or professors.

(Optimus Prime is a PRIME example...)

Article #2: Choose what we want to study and whether do we want to study.

(Not everyone is made for studying everything)

Article #3: Choose what homework we want to do.

(Especially the pointless homework of making notes for History when there are reference books)

Article #4: Speak against the marks of an essay.

(Especially those marked based on overall impression)

Article #5: Ask teachers to sit in our major examinations as well.

(They so often like to retort with that statement: I'M NOT THE ONE WHO IS SITTING FOR YOUR EXAMS! Wait till they suffer in our exam conditions, writhing in tension and drenching in cold sweat)

[extracted from Calvin's Declaration of Student Rights]

Students are just a bunch of slaves.

Then again, aren't teachers a bunch of slaves too?

Teachers have absolutely no right to:

Article #1: Choose which student to teach.

(They have to take over some colleague's maternity leave or deal with mischevious students or students who are just SILENT and they are like talking to the wall, listening their own echoes)

Article #2: Choose when or even whether to teach.

(Some college just want that particular lecturer to teach the last session and cram the whole timetable with classes.)

Article #3: Choose what assessment or homework to give.

(Lest the school administrators ask what have you been doing in class, or the homework sufficient for the parents' whims, or will the lazy students ever care about knowledge)

Article #4: Choose not to mark essays.

(Essays that are atrocious, filled with Calvin-Yong-Ze-Hao-style handwriting, illogical statements and non-English sentence structure are real-life nightmares to teachers)

Article #5: Help students in their major exams.

(Teachers hearts break for every student that fails because they know they contribute to part of it. As Ms Say said "can't put all the shit on the students.")

[extracted from Any-Teacher's Declaration of Teacher Rights]

Students

and teachers

are all slaves in this trade called education.

Exploited and pushed around like animals.

Education has meant to help students learn

and to help teacher teach.

Promised with joy,

it turned out to be heartache and worries.

Thinking of My Girlfriend...

2009-08-19T19:48:00.002+08:00

*Wind gushes*

*Calvin with that lovesick face*

In moments of sleeplessness,

as I'm totally not gay...

I thought about my girlfriend...

*I can almost hear all the gasps and cat calls wee wit*

"Hi I'm Calvin. I'm predestined to fall in love with you."

What a Christian pick up line meant just for me!

But seriously, I wonder how I will ask her to be my girlfriend.

Then reality sets in.

Will it affect my church ministry and studies? (I've seen enough couples...)

How on earth am I going to maintain the relationship when I study in Australia?

I can't bring her along.

(this also means none of the KBU girls are on my lists=p)

Even if keeping in relationship via facebook or other virtual technology

How I can be sure that I will not be seduced away?

How do I know even if this is not just a crush that never grew further?

I'm so crushed! Like some cookies...

Anyway, ever since the thought that I like (love) someone came

I made the stand not to do anything

And let God handle it.

No girlfriend.

No boyfriend.

I'll just be a friend.

I'll just be a brother.

The Time Has Come!

2009-08-18T20:12:00.000+08:00

App Maths. Finished!

Chemistry. Finished!

Economics. Finished!

Physics. Still torquing aka talking.

English. It's never going to end.

The time has come for exams after the completion of the syllabus.

Final (and not so final) Topics Tests

20 August 2009 (Thu) - Economics Final Topic Test

22 August 2009 (Sat) - Physics Second Final Topic Test

26 August 2009 (Wed) - Chemistry Final Topic Test

28 August 2009 (Fri) - Applicable Mathematics Final Topic Test and submission of assignment

School holiday I exam!

After Merdeka, I don't merdeka!

Mock Exam (and how I mocked it!)

1 September 2009 (Tue) - EALD Oral Test

7-11 September 2009 (Mon-Fri) Mock Exam... the toughest paper on earth. (besides STPM)

Now only I holiday

Raya + 1 more week!

Tertiary Entrance Exam (the final blow)

3 November 2009 (Tue) - Physics

5 November 2009 (Thu) - EALD

6 November 2009 (Fri) - Chemistry

11 November 2009 (Wed) - Applicable Mathematics

13 November 2009 (Fri) - Economics

FREE!!!

*some cool techno sound that signals for a halt*

You sure?

Today today it's all or nothing

All they way

The praise goes out to You

Yeah all the praise goes out to You

Today today I live for one thing

To give You praise

In everything I do

Yeah all the praise goes out to You

- The Time Has Come (Hillsong United)

Monday Without You-Know-Who

2009-08-17T17:55:00.003+08:00

I look like Harry Potter???

If that's true, then Mr Potter aka me

then have for once a Monday without Voldemort

with the nickname Optimus Premu.

Sorry-lah, Ms P.

My Monday posts are often about you.

That shows how influential are you.

Probably the only time I can forgive you

is when you're not teaching me.

But MAN, I have two more experiment lab reports to submit!

Today Ms J finished the syllabus.

Inorganic chemistry done in less than two hours.

That's speed!

Which if you-know-who is teaching, it's impossible.

Sorry Ms P for I can't yet forgive you at the moment.

Why I'm apologising anyway?

I have still not yet get over the hurt that my Chemistry was worst for mid year!

Well, as Uncle Voon Siong spoke on "How To Get Over A Hurt?"... seriously...

The only remedy for hurt or pain is forgiveness.

Forgiving is the art of healing inner wounds inflicted by other people's wrongs.

Through forgiving "Voldemort"

(A) I will REdiscover the humanity of "Voldemort" who hurt me.

As Mr D commented once, "she looked cheerful today." Probably bad childhood. Missing childhood friend called Sasha who incidentally came from my hometown?

(B) I surrender my right to get even with "Voldemort" aka vengeance.

No point throwing some sodium into your mouth.

(C) I revise the feelings towards "Voldemort" whom I forgive.

Again, no point storing up hatred towards you which in the end affect me ONLY.

Yet, forgiving "Voldemort" does not mean I need to get "Voldemort's" apology.

It's a one-sided thing.

I'm not trying to have a good teacher-student relationship again,

which never happened anyway.

"... as we also have forgiven our debtors" - Matthew 6:12b

Sounds preachy, but I try not to be a hypocrite.

That's what I truly feel.

Blessed Sunday

2009-08-16T22:43:00.002+08:00

It has been a meaningful Sunday.

I get to talk to people you missed talking.

I get to eat good food.

I get to eat CG spiritual food.

I get treated for dinner.

I get to treat some people with the cheesecake people treat me.

I get rest and sleep.

But you know what, the meaningful Sunday came

not just because of the "I get"s but the "I give"s.

I give my listening ear to others and share my heart.

I give compliments and "encouragement by finishing food" to the cook.

I give my brain and time to let God teach me.

I give myself available to be blessed.

I give what I really wanted to enjoy more - cheesecake

(don't worry SSCC, I'm more happy to give you the cheesecake!)

I give God a chance to refresh me through His ways.

And best still for"give" some people!

Talk and Torque

2009-08-15T23:56:00.002+08:00

Physics can be really frustrating.

Especially when your lecturer is giving a physics quiz on your birthday!

Today it's one of the extra classes we had to attend on Saturday.

Ms Say kept saying or talking on torque

(by the way, torque is pronounced as "tok" not "tokay")

Anticlockwise and clockwise torque

Until my head went into rotation of dizziness

Topped that up with long-forgotten Add Maths sine and cosine rules to solve problems

It's tensioning!

My Saturday morning gone.

Hope next Saturday don't repeat itself.

My birthday!

I'm gonna have durian feast for birthday. Haha.

Fail physics, eat more durian =p

P.S. I'm not hinting anything. Haha.

VIBE

2009-08-14T15:44:00.002+08:00

Very Interesting Big Event.

Tonight finally I was able to attend one after a long time.

Had really many wonderful times at VIBE meetings.

It was there I find Christian gathering really welcoming

and a blessing for the soul and friends.

It's pretty exciting too!

We shared about our life experiences through M&Ms

Orange for what we wish, e.g. I wish I don't need to study (mine) =p

Green for the biggest challenge we had, e.g. To fly (Jaevon's)

Brown for the most courageous thing we did, e.g. (forgot liao)

Red for the most feared event or things, e.g. get lost in pasar (Joel's)

Yellow for the most happy moment, e.g. someone took the initiative to reconcile (Ming Chai's)

Then we went for supper!

It's been ages I've been to a supper.

After all, Kuantan people like me don't go supper at mamaks.

Had this big pizza roti canai thingy and drank HORLICKS!!! (I miss horlicks!)

And I got to know it was Joel's birthday!

So despite haven't done any Cutnell questions

and Physics extra class is just about ten hours away

I decided to join in and have some fun.

AUSMAT life has drain much of my fun.

SO DON'T CARE, play until 2AM

then go back and do some Cutnell questions until 3 PM.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL!

You gave a great quote:

Don't be afraid to tell Life that "I'm not afraid of you!"

Of Movies and Advertisements

2009-08-13T23:55:00.004+08:00

Today's Economics class turned into movie class. Be jealous because Mr Wong managed to compress what he taught on microeconomic reform in other classes in two sessions into one session for Architecture 1. So there was nothing better to teach elsewhere than to share a movie. It was the Emperor's Club, one movie which I must say is very Mr-Wong-y. It's about principles and teachers. I love the dialogues, stupifying and cramming in lots of Roman history of Western Civilisation.

William Hundert: Excuse me?

Louis Masoudi: Huh? What me?

William Hundert: Yes, sir. What is your name?

Louis Masoudi: Uh, Louis.

William Hundert: Just Louis?

Louis Masoudi: Louis Masoudi, sir.

William Hundert: Mr. Masoudi, could you define the word "path" for me?

Louis Masoudi: Well, there are several definitions, I suppose.

William Hundert: Would "a route along which someone or something moves" be among them?

Louis Masoudi: Yeah. Oh, yeah. No. Yeah. I'm s-sorry, sir.

William Hundert: Follow the path, Mr. Masoudi. Walk where the great men before you have walked.

Louis Masoudi: Yes, sir. It's, uh - It's better for the grass.

William Hundert: It's better for you.

That's still some very "casual" talk. A history teacher reprimanding a student for not walking on the provided path can have such dialogues. One more thing I like is the subtitles. They are positioned on the person talking and makes things so clear. However, the plot was kind of disorganized after the Mr Julius Caesar quiz thingy. Nevertheless, a good movie. Something more than just meeting the eye.

Then EALD class we did on the techniques of advertising. Is this some sort of Media Day or what. Movies then advertisements. This happens only in AUSMAT.

Enjoyed Thai advertisement a lot. Smooth-E cream. Four consecutive episodes of an unconventional advertisement. Great plot and lots of humour. Laughed like ...HAHAHA. Then we had to do advertisements for Mr Dericks @ Bang D's poh lang chang (kitchen utensils and all the household paraphernalia). My team had to promote that Aik Cheng Instant Teh Tarik. Others promoted chopsticks, sponge (which Aqil ter-said as SPONGEBOB!), candles, spatulas and paper clips. You tell me how to advertise all this mummy's stuff! And we have an assessment on that! Talk about English assessment...

It's been a great day. Media played a great role. Just end with this quote from Mr Hundert the history teacher from the Emperor's Club:

Great ambition and conquest without contribution is without significance. What will your contribution be? How will history remember you?

Why We Love The Church...

2009-08-12T22:24:00.003+08:00

Why We Love The Church: In Praise of Institutions and Organized Religion

from the authors of Why We're Not Emergent, Kevin DeYoung and Ted Kluck

"The institutional church is so (pejorative adjective). When I go to church I feel completely (negative emotion). The leadership is totally (adjective you would use to describe Richard Nixon) and the people are (noun that starts with un-). The services are (adjective you might use to describe going to the dentist), the music is (adjective you would use to describe the singing of Barney), and the whole congregation is (choose among: "passive, "comatose", "hypocritical," or Rush Limbaugh Republicans"). The whole thing makes me (medical term)."

Completed this "Bible-Centred, God-Centred" great book. It's thoroughly interesting and occasionally very funny and yet very insightful, especially for me a young boy in Malaysia who's contemplating to be emergent, haha. Ok, most of you won't understand this... I'm totally not updated with anything else in world but Christian stuff I seemed to know too much.

This book is one that reminds of the importance of church and its institutions and religion (two words at first I really don't like). Nah, it's not as conservative and stupid and old-fashioned as you think. Would recommend those who prefer total free flow in Christianity with absolute no rules and regulations to read this and for those who think religion is just a whole set of rules and regulations that God set down to "restrict" human freedom.

Think again. Haha.

CEO Of Wuliaolism go plant Melon!

2009-08-11T22:30:00.004+08:00

The CEO of Wuliaolism has finally left Malaysia to Carnegie-Mellon University to plant melons XD! It's the start of the days where you see your friend fly away one by one and wondering when you'll ever meet them face to face. It's the point where we really extend our wings and fly off.

Chan and I went to KLIA to send Jyo Lyn off. Joining along was Chun Keet. CEO of Wuliaolism is indeed wuliao aka lame. We talk about how poo turned into meteorites when it comes out of the plane's lavatory and some seriously disturbing scenes. I laughed until stomachache ever since a long time. However, those wonderful SPONSORSHIP people came so late and were so blur and cannot converse in English. Hey, at least three scholars are at stake. Flying 28 hours is no simple thing. And they arrived with the much-needed passports and flying tickets 15 minutes before entering departure hall! Hope that don't happen when I fly to Australia...

Anyway, there was a mixture of feeling sad and happy at the same time. Sad because she's leaving and it might takes ages to see her again. Happy because of the wonderful times I had with her in secondary school and she's flying off to her dreams. Will really miss her as she was the one who made wuliaolism relevant in my life and make my life a little crazier. She was the one who always talk to me when I was left out in the crowd. The best is all the crazy things we do together and all the mathematics competition we went. Nivvy is going miss Mojojojo very much. All the best studying in Melon! Thanks for belanja-ing us McDonalds. Haha.

By the way, met Sue Ann too who was sending another scholar to Melon. Stranger still met Teoh in KLIA... ok at least he's back from India. CG is on.

Oh back to college life. Sad. How I wish I'm flying.

If only I can imagine... beautiful...

OPTIMUS PREMU IS DEAD!!!

2009-08-10T23:08:00.003+08:00

This is undoubtedly the WORST Monday hitherto! With her smirks when she heard the Wednesday-Blue-Remover haven't teach transition elements, she pounces on Nicholas with that rhetorical question: "Nicholas, are you confused?". As usual during all the chemistry laboratory examinations, she will throw out her annoying "I-can't-shout-Ainin-or-Firdaus-or-Suraya-can-you-hear-me?-please-come-in-front" type of vocal noise and start making everyone panic. How can we write equations for chemical reactions that we haven't learnt? Whatever that will happen when iron(III) chloride reacts with sodium thiocyanate and those extremely confusing complex ions with their ligands...

Oh yeah, "I have a class at 3.30pm, so all the best in doing your laboratory reports!" How I wish to just take all the inorganic chemicals and force her to drink it! (especially those dark brownish precipitates that matches her complexion and that ever messy thick strands of dead cells called hair!)

Anyway, OPTIMUS PREMU IS DEAD! This is the last time I'm going to ever have a class with her. Thanks for the revenge. The story plot is NEVER going to follow like Transformers 2. End of story.

"Father, forgive her for she know not what she is doing..."

Prema, you're forgiven and forgotten. Bye!

The LORD will provide...

2009-08-09T20:47:00.004+08:00

Most of my dinners are pathetically the same.

But dinners are the ones the LORD provides the most.

It's a need. If don't eat, where got glucose to be alive?

Yesterday, Elaine baked a cake for me.

My birthday is still a bit way off.

Sometimes, food do drop from heaven.

That day, when I was so tired to cook.

Then suddenly an SMS came that I can take Tony's dinner.

I didn't even know Tony caters.

And so happen on the day he caters (Thursday), he got sick

and I got his rice.

Then books dropped from heaven in SAGC office table.

I wanted so much to read some good books lately

and TADA the books I wanted to read appeared.

So I was allowed to borrow it.

Yeah, it might seem I overexaggerate things...

After all I know those people who gave me those things.

But why on earth Elaine suddenly bake a cake? She's has no reason to bribe me.

Why on earth Tony happen to fall sick on the same day that I was too tired to cook?

Why on earth people just dump good and brand new books on the office without specifying who should read it?

Sometimes when we belanja people, we have no reason.

But COINCIDENTALLY it brings much joy to the person belanja-ed.

And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.

And yeah, thanks Elaine!!!

Judgemental

2009-08-08T20:30:00.002+08:00

Be yourself! (sounds familiar?)

Then next moment then another person says

"Be more cheerful!"

Then another chirps in

"You don't need to live up to others people's expectation..."

Sounds really ironic.

There I become judgemental.

Haha, those are some funny things I heard in a birthday party.

How I wish I'm not judgemental!

It's practically impossible...

Practically everyone judges the Monday-Blue-Causer

Even the ones who said who shouldn't be judgemental.

When you try to give advice or constructive comments,

they retort "Don't be so judgemental!"

Perhaps people don't like to be judged,

but people like to judge.

I wish I wasn't judged as being judgemental.

However, I guess I've learnt very much trying not to be judgemental.

Being judgemental does bring me nowhere.

No point judging a smoker too much

like making statements of: Get the lighter from the smoker to light birthday candles!

I hate being judgemental.

I'm sorry if I've judged you too much.

Whoever-lah reading my simplest blog in history.

Calvin ber-emo...sekali lagi

(actually this happened on Friday and a little bit early of Saturday)

Saturday was a fun time hearing students righteously judging their Moral teachers.

Again I told the story of Faef and remind myself I need to forgive Ms Prema...

(did I just wrote her name out?!!)

Empty

2009-08-07T19:36:00.002+08:00

The day when the post is empty.

Feeling really empty.

Nothing in nothing out.

The eerie silence of emptiness

broke by the joy of his brother telling him the prevalence of h1n1 in Kuantan.

But feeling empty

typing away on his Toshiba

Probably when it's empty only then we know when it's full.

Calvin ber-emo...haha

Busy

2009-08-06T20:41:00.002+08:00

Practice so long for EALD group assignment

Didn't get to present

And then all the other groups did so well

That we need to "upgrade" ourselves.

Most of our points are taken, nothing left fresh.

Pressure!

All for that so desperately wanted 20 marks!

Mr D, have mercy upon us!

Of All The Days IT RAINED!

2009-08-05T19:35:00.002+08:00

I woke up and it was raining

and how SNUGGY was it to just continue sleeping...

continue my slumber in dreamland

then a haunting thought came into mind

EALD Aboriginal Timeline collage's pictures haven't printed.

And it's raining.

I wouldn't want to cycle to college

in the rain with a punctured tyre.

Guess God didn't made it rain for fun...

He sent Mia to fetch me to college

And had a fun time joking around that I'll need to push her car

Coz her Kancil almost no petrol.

Actually, she's been fetching me so often this few days

That people thought that I'm tumpang-ing her car constantly.

Well, this few days has been super tiring

but I'm glad that God allowed me to work with a team

that was fun, cooperative and understanding.

There's Izzati who loves making art and the six-packs Aborigine picture

Such a funny and interesting girl

Of course, who's Izzati without Izzat in the group

Ah, thoughts of Sunkist with Blackcurrant dancing under Indian music flood my mind!

Izzat is one who thinks critically and suggest constructive ideas

Then, Mia the ever hardworking one and does things without complaint at all

She's willing to learn and be corrected.

Hafeez was cooperative and hardworking too

althought most of the time in silence

but when he starts teasing, he's way too sarcastic. Haha.

I love working with this team.

I hope that our marks will also be high for this coming EALD assessment!

Punctured

2009-08-04T23:41:00.000+08:00

I found out recently my

"the-place-where-you-pump-bicycle-tyre-that-hole-cover"

was lost.

Don't know who's the culprit who remove it,

(hope it's not me!)

made me ended up cycling at the speed of walking to KBU today.

Cycling with a punctured tyre is like

cycling with a piece of rubber dragging you,

making the most annoying sounds

that deafens the silence of Main City.

There's a goes another punctured and boring day

in Calvin's life...

with tonnes of organic chemistry homework and physics questions...

The Best Monday of AUSMAT!

2009-08-03T11:22:00.002+08:00

Architecture 1 students normally have

Monday blues and Wednesday Blues.

After the new semester,

Wednesday blues was gone,

but still stuck with Monday blues.

Today, things changed.

The Monday-Blue-Causer did not come.

The Wednesday-Blue-Remover asked to just go in Chemistry Lab

And watch the lab assistants do polymerisation.

What a lesson!

It was the only Chemistry Lab that I didn't dread

And everyone was attentive.

I didn't know lab assistants can be such interesting teachers!

More than the Monday-Blue-Causer definitely!

I'm humbled by them saying "I'm not lecturer okay?"

Their speech might not have that English accent,

But they explained things well

and even throw out questions that none of us can answer

and those are chemistry experiment fundamentals.

The 5% sebacoyl solution and 1,6-hexadiamine solution was fun!

Smoky! (They are unstable and poisonous and can cause fever!)

Then we had competition see who can pull the longest threads of nylon out from solution.

It was pure chemical fun!

Thanks lab assistants for making lab a fun time!

Then there was Faef's class of Poisson distribution and exponential distribution.

Normally every one goes to sleep in that class

because of the energy drain by Monday-Blue-Causer.

However, today she shared in dedication

to making her class interesting and preventing students from dozing

the answer that we have been waiting for an answer ever since we knew her.

Does E and K have any relationship?

It was half answered and left hanging - jodoh kat KBU?

Was tumpang-tumpang lama jadi tunang a truth in progress?

Yet, that was not the most inspiring part of Faef.

Her story of becoming a maths lecturer was indeed inspiring

as I quote her "I can't believe I'm teaching maths now!"

I shall not reveal too much lest some people misinterpret,

if you want the full story ask Architecture 1 students.

And Faef actually like Chemistry very much and

in fact better than maths in her secondary and college life!

Yor, why didn't she become our lecturer for Chemistry?

Chemistry will be so much more fun!

In conclusion, the lesson for the day:

Lecturers play an important role in ensuring a students successful study life.

Today, lecturers and even lab assistants make my day!

Talkpassive Weekend

2009-08-02T19:52:00.004+08:00

Calvin has become talkpassive already.

Do not know what to talk.

Too tired to talk.

Too tired to continue in conversation.

But enjoys laughing.

After Pizza Hut-ing in Kota Kemuning yesterday night,

it's just amazing to hear people start a conversation

on SWINE flu and there's so happen to be a vet-to-be-there,

and everything about the animal kingdom came in.

MeiShan the especially "wonderful" swine and the Belgian Blue muscular cow...

The proposal of Jun Yi to introduce artificial shark fins for shark to swim...

Good laugh, especially seeing Jun Yi with so much cheese.

(I didn't even know why I commented the cheese it's dirty

and came up with the lame excuse of that's it EXPOSED to air)

Became super talkpassive after sharing on Amazing Grace in CYD.

Somehow I really felt I'm not up-to-the-job to be a speaker

Especially talking about the most passionate subject in my life - GRACE.

All I'm willing to do is actually share events in my life,

not some big theologically great speakers.

Talkpassive is not a good thing.

Gotta talk more.

Cannot revert back to my old self.

I guess I've put off so many people who asked me questions today.

Eric who asked which college I'm in and which uni I'm going to study in Australia

(he repeats that question to me EVERY week)

but I admire his courage to try to speak to someone always, even though it seems stupid.

He decided he must come out of talkpassivity.

So must I.

God, give me grace to speak.

and the grace TO DO ASSIGNMENTS!!! Yish

Breaking Point!

2009-08-01T19:37:00.002+08:00

SO MUCH HOMEWORK!

TONNES OF ASSIGNMENT!

Aborigine Timeline EALD stuff...(20% of internal!)

Physics Tutorial, Cutnell and lab report!!!

Organic chemistry and all the functional groups!

Poisson Distribution TEE Past Year, Random Variable Assignment!

DIE LAR!!! (Quoting Poh Hui)

Perhaps this is what Ms Say terms as breaking point of materials.

I'm under so much strain and stress...

Soap Making

2009-07-31T19:33:00.000+08:00

Soap making is so not fun.

Messy.

Cannot make soap bar.

It smelt like soya bean.

And I'm so jealous that juniors

Can do experiments in their bridging programme.

Ours, thanks to the "sapo", nothing at all.

Chemistry used to be my favourite subject

but not now.

Fast Food

2009-07-30T12:08:00.000+08:00

Calvin is going to grow fat.

I think.

Revised economics in McD

Ate McChicken McValue Meal

Refilled three times the coke

And brought it the coke to exam.

For dinner, excessive sausages he had

Fearing that once opened the packet will go spoil

like his milk, jackfruit, yoghurt drinks

eew... no 16 student house refrigerator is way too dirty.

Calvin is going to grow fat

People say college life contributes to overweight

A good thing for Calvin

Just that it's genetically proven

That he will just grow upwards and not sideways T.T

HP

2009-07-29T00:17:00.003+08:00

I don't know why people like to say that I look like HP

Not Hewlett Packard, mind you!

Daniel Radcliffe.

Maybe it's a complement.

One thing I'm curious:

Who's taller?

I've begin to view Harry Potter differently.

There is a reason why I stopped reading that fascinating story.

I only read Prisoner of Azkaban and it's like that's it.

I struggle with it.

Just like J.K. Rowling struggles with it.

There's more to J.K. Rowling that the average person (especially Christians) think.

Movies After Movies

2009-07-28T00:24:00.002+08:00

Water.

A Thousand Years of Good Prayers.

Rabbit-Proof Fence.

The Forgotten Woman.

There's so much movies to watch for EAL/D!

Water was a thought-provoking and beautiful story of widows.

I love Chuyia! So innocent and cute.

I admire Shakuntala! For faith and bravery.

Contrast to that, The Forgotten Woman was a forgotten show.

Guess the others sister director wasn't that touching in her documentary.

A Thousand Years of Good Prayers.

Hear the name also bored already right?

But interesting topics it digs up.

Communication, cold war, understanding and willing to express emotions.

Father and child relationship.

Rabbit-Proof Fence.

Amazing perseverance to walk 1500 miles back home.

Kid's adventure and the want to "see mummy" so badly.

One inspiring true story.

Shopping

2009-07-27T18:20:00.002+08:00

Soap making tak terjadi...

Coz saponification don't have "傻婆 sa po" - the crazy woman

Every single symptom of h1n1 she has.

Then Ms Effa

depressed us with the recent Applicable Mathematics test

another time for me to fail Maths AGAIN?

Depressing....D:

So instead of sleeping

As Ms Effa always complains our class of

I went shopping to destress

Ms Say's suggestion

Shopping for grocery!

This time no more faraway Tesco

but Jusco.

Bought jackfruit, milk, sausages, eggs, bread

Kinder Bueno and that Japanese junk food with seaweed and rice biscuit

to de-depress.

Expensive destress method.

But eventually

the best was sleeping!

I slept from 8pm to 6am next day!

Birthday 2.0

2009-07-26T12:17:00.000+08:00

Hi, I'm Calvin! And I am PREDESTINED to marry you!

(not a Christian pick up line confessing love to Michelle, Linus!)

WHAT A TESTIMONY ON GOD'S WILL!

"Then I said, ' Look, I have come.

As is written about me in the Scriptures:

I take joy in doing your will, my God,

for your instructions are written on my heart.'" - Psalm 40:7-8

The next exciting thing happened was the surprise party at Michelle's house.

Uncle Voon Siong and Aunty Mei Lin are such wonderful parents.

They somehow manage to "berkomplot" with Michelle's college friends

and Shah Alam Gospel Centre to plan a surprise party for Michelle.

First off, the college friends bring Michelle out for shopping

so that we can prepare ourselves for the party.

We had park our cars far away from the house and hide our shoes.

Linus had ronda with his bicycle

then the caterer had to brought away as he arrived too early.

Michelle was absolutely clueless about this

she even called home to ask his dad whether she can bring in her college mates back home!

But we waited really long for her to come back.

Hiding on ourselves in the living room as if

hiding from caught by an enemy.

My long body, I realise, is unsuitable for hiding!

Anyway, the moment came.

Michelle opened the door and

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE! with drum rolls from Clement

She was absolutely speechless!

The night went well.

Good food and I smashed a glass against the wall

(accident after hearing Yin Ching's accident).

Uncle Dexter dedicated Psalm 23 to her

Jason with his creative brain made a wonderful birthday brochure for his sister.

Linus HUGGED her sister.

Andrew was wearing the shirt "Don't make me to come and hug you!".Lol

Everything was great and I reached home about 11.30 pm.

Tired and you know what

Monday only is Michelle's birthday!

Birthday 1.0

2009-07-25T12:07:00.004+08:00

Happy Early Birthday to Michelle!

The first surprise birthday celebration for

Lee Hui Xin happened in CYD.

What a lame excuse that I say that

We are gonna sing a MEANINGFUL song

To end the day's discussion.

Was glad that many shared and show their appreciation to Michelle.

I think I was nearly moved to tears by their sharing.

(It should be Michelle crying, right? Apa pasal I cry)

Because we'll never know how much

we made a difference in other people's life

despite our weaknesses.

Then, Michelle turned into a tom-yam slave

serving everyone during Copa IBA reunion dinner.

Kesian!

And I turned into a daddy and Hui Min into Mummy at our table. Lol.

Had to serve our hungry, chirping kids meat and lots and lots of veges.

Thanks for to the Your "High"-ness Chai Yen and Hui Ying!

Tiring night it was, with all the washing and laughing

but memorable indeed.

Hasta La Pizza!

2009-07-24T23:54:00.000+08:00

PIZZA!!!

I go crazy when pizzas come!!!

Today's CF Auntie Dolly made home-baked pizzas!!!

The soft crust

generous amounts of cheese

lots of meat (and vege, Sam)

AND THERE'S HAWAIIAN CHICKEN!!!

Can't you believe it?

Don't ask me why I'm so excited over pizzas today.

I also don't know.

Probably the manifestations of

strange physics question before CF.

Too easy until I don't know how to do,

Absolutely fighting against time.

But who cares?

THERE'S PIZZAS!!!

The best thing is that I get to tapau for dinner!

Oh glorious pizzas!

God has been good

although I blew it the week many times. (Calvin sinning, get it?)

Today's CF reminiscing the wonderful life before AUSMAT started.

Then at night, at VIBE at BU6 field (yeah, VIBE going outdoors)

it's time to focus on studies but never let studies dehydrate spiritual life...

Okay, prepare sermon Calvin!

Father

2009-07-23T21:41:00.000+08:00

There's this Malay proverb which very much applies to me.

At first my dad.

Now Mr Derick!!!

Yang tinggi (panjang) jangan ingat bapak, yang pendek jangan ingat anak.

Mr Derick thinks I'm his dad.

Probably all the daddy-like comments I posted on his Facebook.

But today he got tulah for simply calling people "Dad".

Sick already. No class. YIPPIE!!!

Faster come back for class!

I don't want replacement class.

Ms Effa got replacement class sumore ler.

Oh, yeah tomorrow got Snow White's paper.

Gravitation - Newton making life hard for students.

Brands

2009-07-22T00:56:00.000+08:00

Not chicken essence...

no worries, I dislike it too...

Today no rain!

Sim's sixth sense went wrong today.

However, the Sun was too clouded in morning

That I miss the so-called longest solar eclipse.

Enough of weather report.

Back to brands.

Learnt something cool about franchises.

McDonalds and Starbucks.

Of ingenuity and daringness.

However, Mr Wong seemed to be a Starbucks spy though

promoting Starbucks indirectly to us.

Only today I knew there were so many spies around.

KFC spies. Lol.

Got amateur and professional too.

Sticking thermometers into fried chicken? LOL!

Precipitation

2009-07-21T20:31:00.000+08:00

I decided to watch my clothes today.

And it's not Mr Derick's class.

No tulah. No thunderstorm. No rain.

WRONG!!!

The moment I pour the washing powder into the washing machine.

The sky turned black within seconds.

Winds rage like Katrina is coming.

Heaven's gate open up

and the GREAT DELUGE!!!

It was raining cats and dogs.

Okay, it's doomsday... at least for my clothes...

Worst still it refused to stop, teeming all the way to 2 pm.

I thought it was cycle-able it that mizzle.

Man, I was wrong.

The raindrops are so annoyingly huge!

Nevertheless, enjoyed walking in the rain.

Even though late for Ms Say's class.

The sky opens up over me and you
And you don't seem to mind that we're soaked through
You kiss me in the rain, I forget what I'm moaning about
And I know I wouldn't be the same without you.

Brooke Fraser - Without You

Ester Pollution and Maths Destruction

2009-07-20T20:44:00.000+08:00

This is the end of the world...before 2012

Chemical labs in college are releasing extremely toxic esters.

Don't let chemistry teachers fool you.

Esters are totally not sweet smelling.

None of it smell like banana, pineapple, orange or whatever.

The only ester smellable was the Sarsi like one.

Then the prophecies of Maths (mass) destruction came true.

Prophecy 1: It's not going to be as easy as Ms Effa said.

Prophecy 2: Not enough time to finish.

Prophecy 3: Last question at first don't know how to do,

but when know how to do, no time to do.

Prophecy 4: Ms Effa will ask me to stop writing SPECIFICALLY...

Prophecy 5: Calvin will not care about his paper anymore...

I still hate esters.

Prayer: Facebook Style

2009-07-19T20:38:00.000+08:00

Thanks to facebooking too much,

I designed a Facebook-styled prayer notice board.

And I still can't believe so many people participated in the quiz thingy

If only we would pray as much as we Facebook...

Relationship Status: Engaged with God

I'm Gonna Fail Maths!

2009-07-18T22:58:00.000+08:00

Sets.

Venn Diagrams.

Probability.

APPLICABLE MATHEMATICS!!!

Today

all the past year questions I do

ALL WRONG!!!

How lar Ms Effa?

Monday exam!

And you say very easy...

Double Portion of Blessing

2009-07-17T20:27:00.000+08:00

Dinner today

double portion

of blessing

from juniors' catered food.

With the excuse of not wasting food

I took TWO packets of rice!!!

Now I know what is blessing overflowing

right there in my big swimming pool bowl.

Too bad next week got two "blessing"s

One from Ms Effa and the other Ms Say.

Exam. Ish.

Anyway, God bless the fan thong.

Michelangelo and HP

2009-07-16T23:53:00.000+08:00

For once, I was able to see the beauty

in that David sculpture of Micheangelo.*

And the Adam cannot touch God's hand thingy

in Sistine Chapel.

Perseverance.

Then there's HP.

The most boring-est movie I've seen thus far.

I guess only the first movie really captured me.

Since, not many read this blog yet,

must well spoil it...

all those totally "childish" romantic scenes

so little action...

the emotional part just leave my heart cold...

practically no scenes really stick in me...

you see

i'm even lazy to spoil it more.

Good night!

*Yeah, the one totally naked

in which most modern eyes are drawn to look at that "beauty"

pervertly.

100+

2009-07-15T18:28:00.001+08:00

I was caught in a dilemma today:

to skip college and rest

and prevent the spread of H1N1 in college

to brave through the storms in cycling to come college to learn

organic chemistry and the Australian taxation system

and SPREAD H1N1 to all my friends!

I chose to go college...

(Semangat belajar konon)

Feeling kind of guilty.

Can't help my teammates to do EALD assignment.

Wasted RM2.89 of Sarah's pocket money which comes from

all Malaysian taxpayers money

just to buy 100+ if she ever get H1N1 from me.

Seeing Nicholas and Ginger

the two who sit beside me in class, COUGHING!!!

Aiyah, H1N1 is already spread anyway

Just eat more apples

and doctors will go away

Sickening

2009-07-14T10:25:00.000+08:00

Too sick to think

to write

to whatever...

H1N1

2009-07-13T21:11:00.000+08:00

Probably I know where did H1N1 originated.

My room!

And all the dust on, dust on, dust on MY FEET!

My nose is running all over the room

and my body feeling so hot!

Perhaps I would follow BJ's footstep:

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU...

may it be in death I glorify Him

(and yeah, can't wait to go heaven XD)

However, the outlook seems that

I'M GONNA BE STUCK HERE

for some time more.

So pray.

I HATE FLU!!!

Calvin the Travel Guide

2009-07-12T21:56:00.000+08:00

Having studied Geography for SPM

and scoring high in GeoChallenge,

it's still amazes me how I brought my dad all the way to Shah Alam

to visit Un Kim Fong!

Ok, SPRINT then NKVE,

turn in to KLIA, Pulau Indah junction to go ELITE

then join KESAS to go Kota Kemuning.

Geng hor me?

Self praise is universal disgrace...

Anyway, Caleb caught everyone's attention in SAGC

(even DGC youths) with his magic tricks.

And that's his first time there!

Proud of you bro!

Clash of Titans

2009-07-11T21:42:00.000+08:00

Yong Sir and Miss Say:

Clash of Physics Titans during Parents Teachers Meeting

Quite disappointing though

No shouting, or uishe's

Only formal exchange of words.

Haiz...

Worst still, the only thing Mr Derick is worried is

MY HANDWRITING!!!

Perhaps the only solution is chop off the right hand...

Then, went shopping to IKEA

following the general rule that ALL parents like to visit

that Swedish company.

Later got lost somewhere on LDP and Sprint Highway

and Mr Yong complained of the wonderful road system in PJ and KL

The best thing probably was staying at Eastin hotel with AIR CONDITIONING.

BU students houses are ovens.

Sad right college life?

Arms Open Wide

2009-07-10T20:03:00.000+08:00

Free dinner from Jun Kai

and so happen that all the food in the packet are

all favourite of mine!

David and Michelle picked me up

when I was struggling in the rain on with my bicycle

with my BIG Aussie backpack and my guitar!

And all the fun I had chatting

with Sue, Hafeez, Najihah, Poh Hui, Ginger

while waiting for my turn in the uni application checking.

Hafeez is really lame!!! I can't believe I'm that lame as well.

Oh here I stand

Arms open wide

Oh I am Yours

And You are mine!

HUGGING GOD NOW!!!

And tomorrow the Yongs are coming to visit me!

Can't wait to see watch the clash of Titans: Ms Say and Yong Sir. Uishe!

Kangaroo-Land

2009-07-09T19:45:00.000+08:00

Joeys of slaughtered mummy kangaroos decapitated

or swung against the towbar of a vehicle.

bang, bang, bang!

Videos after videos of animal cruelty.

What a great introduction to wildlife in Australia!

(Actually, I even wanted to taste some kangaroo meat when I go Australia, oops!)

HEY, STOP KILLING THEM!

I want to hug a koala,

stand tall with a kangaroo (boxing as well?)

growl with a Tasmanian devil!

Lost in Australia

2009-07-08T08:08:00.000+08:00

Where to go study Architecture?

Melbourne - Will they let me go there?

New South Wales - Ms Say say not so good wor.

Queensland - Do you think I can get a TER of 93 and ABOVE?!!

Tasmania - Will the tasmanian devils bite me?

Sydney - Means I can go Hillsong! Yeah!

Newcastle - Is it a sandcastle?

Western Australia - Lonely lar.

Curtin - Haven't even heard of it!

RMIT - Forget it... T.T

Finding The Groove

2009-07-07T08:01:00.000+08:00

Another unexpected book picked up at Eldership Seminar.

Finding The Groove.

Robert Gelinas.

Syncopation.

Improvisation.

Call-and-Response.

A Jazz-Shaped Faith.

I finished it in two days three nights.

Even after Monday blues!