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=)
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Breadwinner
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
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...
Friday, November 13, 2009
Triskaidekaphile
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!
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!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Maths Destruction
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=)
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=)
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Read The Story...
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!
In the Word with Max Lucado Published by Word Publishing ©1994 by Max Lucado
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
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Where's The Chemistry, E403?
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.
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.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
O Happy Day!
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!
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!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Free
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...
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...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Things Are Getting A Little Physical
-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
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
Monday, November 2, 2009
It's FINAL-ly here...
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!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Exam Time = Start Re-Blogging Time
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!
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.
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!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Where Were You...
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 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.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Parable Of The Lost Coin
"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.'
Friday, October 16, 2009
Love Is Not A Fight
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
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
Monday, October 12, 2009
I Lost My Bike
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.
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.
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Results of Great Depression 1
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
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
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Faith Like Potatoes
" 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.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Thank You Broadband!
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!
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!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
My Wonderful College BLOCKED the Internet
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!!!
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!!!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Cameron Highlands Day 1
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
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
Monday, September 21, 2009
Dad's Hometown
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!
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!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
IKEA Day
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!
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!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Blog Resting For A Week
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!
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!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Porcupine Buns
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=)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Great Depression Day THE END!
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=)
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=)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Great Depression Day 3
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?
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?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Great Depression Day 2
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...
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...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Great Depression Day 1
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...
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...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Hash Browns with A LITTLE Dog Poo...
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.
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
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Not-So-Complicated Giraffe Test
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?
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?
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?
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?
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!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Anti-Social...
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!
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!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Five Things I Love About Facebook
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
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.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Going Home
"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...
Monday, September 7, 2009
A Pot of Holes [Epilogue]
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
Sunday, September 6, 2009
A Pot Of Holes [Part 2]
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...
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