Buzz Lightyear Flying From...

Of course he flew out from the Castles of Disneyland... hmm, but which Disneyland?

Remember Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame? Well, he hails from the same Disneyland

Not obvious enough? Hope this helps...

Seemed familiar? It's just a street across from the old building above...

Like Napoleon, you should have sensed some victory in finding the city...

YEAH, THIS IS PARIS!!! The city of first sight romance...

and the city of finest architecture...

Don't believe Buzz Lightyear is from there?

"I AM YOUR FATHER!" says Mr Yong to Calvin. Calvin cannot force himself not to believe...

Buzz Lightyear To The Rescue

Guess where is Buzz Lightyear flying from? Watch out for tomorrow's post!!!

Direct Translation from Cantonese

Cantonese is one of the funniest and entertaining language, no wonder we are so crazy of HongKong movies and shows.

They actually have a very economic encouraging term called "sik si o fan" which means " eat shit defaecate rice... if every one eats shit then the nations shall not suffer from rice shortage.

Then they to say people as "mou guai yong" to mean you have "no ghost function". Acknowledging human rights, people. That you have human function. Cantonese should have won some UNHCR stuff...

When they feel who are you to judge me, they'll say you "meh san xin lo bak pei" [what fresh carrot skin], which show they are rather courteous in speech and health too. Fresh carrots are so rich beta carotene. They really wish you good health when they say that.

So, the Cantonese language is so economic, human right advocate and pro health. So why not learn Cantonese?

P.S. For those who don't understand Cantonese, you know I'm being sarcastic right?

Unlogical Logic

To become stupid, read this:

"If truth does not exist, then the statement 'truth does not exist' is a truth."

"Is the answer to this question no?"

"This sentence is false."

"If there is an exception to every rule, then every rule must have at least one exception, the exception to this one being that it has no exception."

So continue to trust logic if you wish to...

Kangaroos and Koalas

Kangaroos and Koalas! 

A morning call not from a rooster nor a kangaroo nor koala, yeah a rooster year born dad... AUSTRALIA!!!! 10 minutes before twelve, so I guess it's still a morning call. Calvin is so a lazy sleeping porcine boy... That gonna change soon... *ahem* SOON...

Kangaroos were jumping in my head, kicking all the synaptics as I read the whole stack of Urusan Seri Baginda Paduka ... JPA ... Calvin Yong Ze Hao ... Biasiswa ... Senibina ... KBU ... 18 bulan ... Australian Matriculation ... Australia ... 36 bulan ... and yakity yak yak and all the rules and regulations...

And before I can say anything... Ghost Heads came with innocent looks.

KANGAROOS!

CHOCOLATES!

HILLSONGS!

Brooke Fraser, Joel Houston and Marty Sampson!!!

They are really more excited than I am.

And parents are thinking of their son bringing them touring around Australia...

Of course, it set me imagining stuff too... as if I was on cloud nine...

But they say the higher you get, or for my case, the taller you get, the harder you fall, the easier to get KNOCKED! The "what if"s came as I started freefalling... Fail AUSMAT? Go Ayers Rock to study? Desert and no snow?

As HuiLing says:

TRY EVERYTHING AND FAIL EVERYTHING IS REALLY EXCITING!!!

Ok, no more emo stuff because Calvin is not that PRETTY DARN EMO. God gave you scholarship is very good of Him already. So don't complaint, Calvin. And if you don't get the doors you wanted, perhaps He has another door opened for you... a better one.

So back to Cloud Nine... Calvin is going to learn more guitar in church camp this weekend. Calvin is finally going to that driving talk on Thursday. Calvin is going to KBU...Wow, got Ting to kacau me sure is gonna be fun!

And HI AUSTRALIA!!!

THIS IS HOME from Switchfoot

We are miracles
And we're not alone

Now I know
Yeah, this is home

I've come too far
Now I won't go back
This is home

Yeah, this is home. Really liking Switchfoot now... Those lyrics are telling Australia is going to be my "home".

Everything you know is about to change for forever, not just Narnia, but Calvin.

Of Reepicheeps and Peepiceeks

Having watched Prince Caspian on Friday, having seen Kok Thong on Saturday, Calvin is reminded of Reepicheep, the valiant High Mouse of Narnia, one of the cutest creature you’ve ever seen… (Reepicheep is so gonna kill me) and one of the most loyal creatures.

Reepicheep

[picture below]

[Oops sorry, non-accidental technical error, this one is the correct pic]

has always been my favourite character in The Chronicles of Narnia. And that scene of Reepicheep meeting Aslan without his tail was one of the most memorable…

Failing to see his tail, he strained his neck further till he had to turn his shoulders and his whole body followed, But by that time his hind-quarters had turned too and were out of sight. Then he strained his neck looking over his shoulders again with the same result. Only after he had turned completely round three times did he realize the dreadful truth.

…

“But what do you want with a tail?” asked Aslan.

“Sir,” said the Mouse, “I can eat and sleep and die for my King without one. But a tail is the honor and glory of a Mouse.”

“I have sometimes wondered, friend,” said Aslan, “whether you do not think too much about your honor.”

“Highest of all High Kings,” said Reepicheep, “permit me to remind you that a very small size has been bestowed on us Mice, and if we did not guard our dignity, some (who weigh worth by inches) would allow themselves very unsuitable pleasantries at our expense. That is why I have been at some pains to make it known that no one who does not wish to feel this sword as near his heart as I can reach shall talk in my presence about Traps or Toasted Cheese or Candles: no, Sir – not the tallest fool Narnia!”

[A blueberry cheese cake that Kok Thong belanja-ed me]

“Why have your followers all drawn their swords, may I ask?” said Aslan.

“May it please your High Majesty,” said the second Mouse, whose name was Peepiceek, “we are all waiting to cut off our own tails if our Chief must go without his. We will not bear the shame of wearing an honor which is denied to the High Mouse.”

“Ah!” roared Aslan. “You have conquered me. You have great hearts. Not for the sake of your dignity, Reepicheep, but for the love that is between you and your people, and still more for the kindness your people showed me long ago when you ate away the cords that bound me on the Stone Table (and it was then, though you have long forgotten it, that you began to be Talking Mice), you shall have your tail again.”

[Extracted from The Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian, the Return to Narnia. Chapter 15 - Aslan Makes a Door in the air, emphasis mine.]

Not the tallest fool Narnia – that phrase really reminded me being tall is not everything and being short and small does not mean you don’t have dignity. This may not be that applicable, physically, haha, but perhaps figuratively speaking of those nobodys, inconspicuous streaks of existence in a vast, infinite Universe. Not everyone is born “tall” into fame and honor, I am one of the them, despite what you do to try to get it, you can’t. Science and Mathematics Society of SABS and I put in lots of hard work: try to do activities every week, every month try to make a big competition, running up and down all over the school to get people to join our activities. Oh those sacrificial time I persuaded people with talk and persuading myself not to study! What did that gained for me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, sometimes even persecution from school authorities! 

Well, I am just a nobody. No recognition, no honour. Only the little yet meaningful encouragements from dear friends. Sometimes, I wonder if honor is everything to me. Most of the times it does. I sulked when I did not score 15A1s. I sulked after all my efforts, I did not get Tokoh Pelajar. I was rather proud, right? It was these moments that I begin to think of those people who don’t really care that if you got any achievements, but continuously encourage me to spur on. They are the “Peepicheek”s in my life, willing to cut down their tails for me.

Here I sincerely thank every one who encourage me to go on despite the barriers, especially to my committee members of Science and Maths Society.

People who are often “mice”, the inconspicuous nobodys, please be reminded of those who encouraged you. You might be small or short, but you can do great things, just like small mice eating up cords binding a mighty lion. It is not so much a matter you get honor for doing that, but for the love and kindness shown among your friends. Perhaps then you’ll be honored as one who loved his or her friends…

And happy birthday, Kok Thong! From your Peepiceeks…

So it’s ok to throw thy face at times for the sake of thy friends…wakakaka!

The Call

Regina Spektor sings The Call for the Prince Caspian

A really wonderful song that eternalize Prince Caspian into minds...

It started out as a feeling

Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and now one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

Amazing Grace to me...

I think many are wondering what’s so amazing about grace that this grace-less guy label me as a f***er. True, I’m a grace-less guy but my God is a God of grace…

Many parents still believe that if your child is so naughty and their act threatens their honour, the child should either be disciplined by the rod or be disowned. I grew up in a legalistic family or perhaps used to and maybe still one. Dad is the greatest discipline master in the history of my school and he carries a big rotan like samurai sword to the school every day waiting to devour on his prey. When I was small, for every mistake, it follows the Isaac Newton’s Third Law, as my father happens to be a physics teacher too… For every atrocity, there is an equal and opposite atrocity. The Bible verses that were used to justify this was:

I will be his father, and he will be my son. If he sins, I will correct and discipline him with the rod, like any father would do. [2 Samuel 7:14]

Those who spare the rod of discipline hate their children. Those who love their children care enough to discipline them. [Proverbs 13:24]

And true enough, discipline came from love, even God sometimes disciplines me.

However, instead of loving them, I grew up hating them, hating every single thing they stand for. They used to force me wake up to Sunday School by electrocuting me with that mosquito electricutor. I hated Sunday School so much like nobody, for every one likes it. I never like going school. I was scared of school and teachers because my parents are teachers. I used every excuse to not go to school but I had to submit to their authority. I hated fu gua (bitter gourd) because my parents force me to eat that yucky stuff saying all the nutrients and yakity yak yak. I HATE THEM!

So I grew up rebellious until one day I snatched the rotan from my dad and snapped it. I shut the door bang behind him and I use all my wits and strength to make sure the door separates me and him. Burning hot anger stirred inside “Why small mistake only you have to punish me so hard?”. It was then the same dad, who said “Calvin, Papa don’t want to beat you anymore. Can come out, papa say sorry…”. Sorry? You think that one word that cover your “multitude of sins” against me? No! That day my anger did not subside even when the sun went down. I did not eat dinner and locked that door of forgiveness until the next morning.

Eventually I opened that door, not because I don’t hate my dad anymore, but because I was hungry. I was hungry for food and hungry for someone to understand me. That day was Sunday morning and I had to go Sunday School, if not who knows what tactics of torture my dad has for me? I went. I still hated Sunday School, because that place houses a bunch of Christians who ask you to sing songs you do not why you have to sing and memorise Bible verses that mean nothing.

Then a voice stepped in. 

“Why you so unhappy? Your dad?”

“Who are you to care about me?!!”

“No one understands…”

“I understand.”

“You understand? No one understands because the whole world thinks I’m a useless and naughty boy!” 

I sense there a scandal coming up, trying to pujuk (comfort and win me over) to become like them.

“Go away, I don’t like you!”

“Boy, I think you are a very good boy.”

“Good? You must be kidding!” 

“You can build amazing buildings with Lego, only your parents don’t see it when you mess up the room.”

“Yeah, they never appreciated that. They always ask me to keep all the stuff back in that plastic box which means I have to destroy my beloved house.”

“And you keep building them too. Every time you had to destroy one, you build another brand new one. And now you are a Lego expert! How many other children build Lego like you? They only know how to build monsters and play monster eat human games.”

“Well, I think I am one.” My typical childish and think I’m so great attitude, but I felt appreciated.

“But have you ever thought that actually it was they who bought you the Lego set? Yeah, half of the money is you save up one. But who was the one who gave you those RM1 coins? Who asked you to save them up when you want to spend it all?”

“My parents, but they forced me one. I rather use them all up!”

“And have your ever thought that,” said that voice ignoring my complaint, “actually you became a Lego expert because your parents ask you to destroy and you build a new one.”

“My parents?!!! You better go away, I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!”

“Never mind boy, you can hate me all you want, but know that your parents love you and me too…”

“Go away!!! Go away!!!”

I was crying already and my head was down always till I did not know who was talking to me just now. It was noon, and Mr Yong carried back his every-Sunday-crying-one son back home.

However back at home I thought about it again. I played my Lego to brighten up myself and build another of my creation and left all the messy stuff behind and went to sleep. I woke up and went to play with my Lego house. And to my amazement, that house was still there and all the mess I made somebody picked it up.

I began to think. Why dad or mum did not scold me for not picking Lego up? Why they did not destroy that house and even put it at the nicest place in my hall? Was that person right after all? That my parents actually cared? I shrugged.

But the more I think of it, the guiltier I feel. Did my parents actually want me to destroy that Lego house I’m so proud of? They asked me to tidy up the mess only and all I know was I don’t like tidy up my mess and get angry when someone ask me to pick them up.

The next Sunday School I went, I began to look carefully at the words “God is love”. Is God so loving? Why there are so many rules to follow and so many rule enforcers that I have to follow? Why must go Sunday School? Why God seems like trying to punish me at every single thing I do?

I live with that question a long time and try to understand what’s so amazing about “God is love”. Then slowly I don’t know when, I realize that there’s this word grace. I like this word because of that song “Amazing Grace” even though I do not know what it meant when I first liked it. It happeneed to be written by a Newton too, John Newton. Then I realize grace was this “Calvin, Papa don’t want to beat you anymore. Can come out, papa say sorry…”. My dad said sorry even I was the one supposed the first one to say sorry. God was like that. God is fair, no doubt and that means judgement. But God is love too, that means grace. He is willing to forgive a wretched kid like me who misunderstands my parents. But where did the judgement went to? Who picked up that Lego mess I made?

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son to die for us on the cross, that who so ever, including wretched Calvin, would believe that He wants to forgive every one no matter how big the bad things you have done, would be able to live with him in a place where He would always love you and you love Him for eternity. [Calvin’s Bible John 3:16]*Calvin’s Bible is my thoughts based on Bible*

Then past few days, I had a big fight with Less Big Ghost Head, my younger brother for doing something I hated so much. I shouted to him “If you want to insist on your own way, GO TO HELL!!!” Then the next day, Small Ghost Head discovered a potential evidence of serious sin against him and we both plotted to nail him down to Papa’s furious anger. When he came back from school and I showed him that evidence of “death guaranteed”. He felt ashamed and had no other excuses but to shut up and hide. I was grinning away with the plot of how to tell Papa about that great crime that will send Caleb to tears.

Discipline teacher returned back to his lair and it was show time. All of the hatred against Caleb for years was collecting to erupt like Krakatoa. Then, Papa asked, “Where is Caleb?” with a sense knowing something is wrong.

“He’s hiding because of guilt.”

Then Small Ghost Head happily showed where he was hiding. Then Papa with his rare merciful look said, “Never mind, Caleb. The computer dying down is not your fault.” Evil Calvin the f*cker found the hole, Papa was forgiving him for the wrong fault, at least wrong to me. Wait till Discipline Master sees my evidence and he will tear that immoral child to shreds. But then Papa with his weary look still hanging with mercy looked at me. He said nothing and went to eat his lunch. Then it struck me, “Calvin, Papa don’t want to beat you anymore. Can come out, papa say sorry…”. This time it was Caleb. I felt so ashamed. What happened to “Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us” in the Lord’s prayer [Luke 11:4]?

I handed Caleb the evidence and let him tear it. The sound I heard was God tearing my records of sin. Forgiving him let me became calmer and that magma of ungrace waiting to erupt vanished. It breaks the cycle of vengeance and start anew the brother relationship. Forgiveness not freed only my brother, but myself.

I’m not making up this story so I can deceive you into being a Christian or make my blog more popular (scandal right, who doesn’t want, but that is grace), but I just want to write God’s amazing grace on my blog. If you are hungry for someone to understand you personally, try God.

And thank you Papa for showing grace…

And thank you Papa in heaven for showing grace through Lego, and I will take up the challenge that grace which brought me to want to become an architect.

Amazing Grace

Behind the song you love is a story you will never forget. A movie of the song that move-we to ask what’s so amazing about grace.



William Wilberforce, a man who fought for the freedom of slaves, whom the some refused to acknowledge as “people”. He was a man of amazing faith and amazing courage, but what is so amazing about grace that he fought for the chained? Only to be rejected and scorned by others? Only to be called as the potential terminator of the established economic system? Calvin is not a great guy like Wilberforce or any of the other slave abolitionists, but he knows the same theme that unites him and the abolitionists – GRACE.

You may scorn at the slave traders and those who approved of them, you have the right to do so because you are a slave yourself. Slave to the education system that chains you to the doctrine that you must be up to certain level in a particular examination to prove you are clever. Slave to views that beauties must be slim. Slave to Christians who preaches “Love your enemies” but who hate you. Slave to people who wants to control your life, setting legalistic rules for everything you do. Slaves are we all, aren’t we?

We are nothing more than slaves and many wants FREEDOM. Just like there are slave abolitionists, there is GRACE. Grace is love unconditional, unconditional to all no matter who you are, what you have done. Grace has its scandal too, it is not fair, it makes you the first one to say sorry even you are right, even when you need not to say it. Forgiving and asking for forgiveness is the hardest, unnatural act that human has the ability to do. Your inner instinct says it has to be eye for eye, even it means that every one goes blind. It has to be fair. The majority of the speakers that day refused to say sorry and the slaves themselves have a hard time to reconcile to people who beat and torture them. The slaves themselves will have the thought why a White would care about them. There is the scandal of grace.

Grace does not come from humans who are born with that dog-eat-dog instinct and not dog-forgive-dog. When I say what unites Calvin and Wilberforce is grace, grace did not come from them, nor they are very grace-full.

Many “Christians” are not that grace-full, if not down right a disgrace to a whole lot of people. It was so called “Christians” who opposed Wilberforce. It was so called “Christians” who supported the Holocaust, the mass killing of Jews during the Nazis. It was so called “Christians” who waged war against the East during the Crusades. It was so called “Christians” who force the Gospel down people’s throat ignoring all the objections people have. It was so called “Christians” who thinks the world must revolve around them with the ethics on abortion, euthanasia and homosexuality. “Christians” are mostly a den of self righteous “Holier-Than-Thou”s who make those who already feel terrible become worst. Modern Pharisees.

And sometimes that includes Calvin.

However, many are those who dispense grace. Wilberforce was one of them. Those German Christians who ask for forgiveness from the Polish and Jews after the end of Nazism were one of them. Those Confederate States that fought in the American Civil War to free the slaves in the south are one of them. Christians who invite you to a Christmas dinner without you having to fork out money is one of them. Christian Fellowships in school which collects no fees for its activities and welcomes every one to join regardless of who you are. Those Christians who showed care for you without hoping anything in return is one of them.

God’s grace, God’s unconditional love to them is what sparks them to show grace.

I’m not going to choke the Gospel (or Jesus Freak stuff) down in your throat. I just want to tell you of a story so you know there is something called grace. God penned down the first love story in creation. And just a few days He got dumped. Dumped, not dump. His finest creation, namely human, tried to live on his own and find other lovers only to get dumped. The dump get dumped. Serves them right! Fair enough! Ask all the being dumped people and they will agree. Then, grace steps in. It’s the most unfair stuff and does not guarantee whether humans will come back. Like a lovesick parent, God says to humans, I still love you…

God’s law was given so that all people could see how sinful they were. But as people sinned more and more, God’s wonderful grace became more abundant. So just as sin ruled over all people and brought them to death, now God’s wonderful grace rules instead, giving us right standing with God and resulting in eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. [Romans 5:20-21]

And the price of grace is not cheap, all the other lovers notably Sin wanted a pay back. Sin is “I don’t want God”. God was so merciful, willing and “cruel” sent His one and only Son to pay that price. By death.

He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins. [Ephesians 1:7]

God is rather stupid right for many of us, to save and love back those who dumped Him. But that is what God is. God is love. His love overwrites everything. His arms of love is open there right for us to return. He is willing to forgive but many are not willing to be forgiven. They work their way back with excuses and rituals so they can earn that forgiveness. After all nothing comes if there is no hard work. Just believe seems too good to be true and not fair and not deserving. To be fair and deserving, God have to send humans away from him, far far away… so these unloving humans will not make Him not love.

We all are fuckers, but God loves us all. Graceless comments will appear in my blog and hundreds of hate mails will fill my hotmail for that fully spelled, un-asterisk F word. But that word describes us all exactly. We are the ones who dumped him to become adulterers. We are the ones to be hated. We are the ones to be called stupid.

Well, if you find it hard to forgive me for my 'petty' mistakes in using my language about your misconducts and all, think about how difficult it should be for God to forgive you just like that, forgive all your sins, how much you have wronged him, and not only that, He made an incredible effort even to sent His own Son down to Earth to die for your misconducts towards Him!! ....But no, it's not difficult for Him at all to forgive you. He still has His arms of love opened up for you to come back to His side. He loves you still, after all this time you've forgotten Him every single day of your life.

Well, God is for those who think they are horrible, who think they are nothing, who think they need someone to depend on. Many don’t need God, but when you do need it, consider God’s grace…

Each time he [Christ] said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” [2 Corinthians 12:9]

Just one last song to share with you all… For Christians, it’s a time to reflect back what you have lost when you just babble those words of the song. For all, it’s a song to tell you that you have hope when you need one.



Amazing Grace
Performed by Chris Tomlin and Wilberforce University Choir

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed

My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy reigns
Unending love, amazing grace

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures

[Chorus x2]

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow
The sun forbear to shine
But God, Who called me here below
Will be forever mine
Will be forever mine

You are forever mine

Ending with the last verse in the Bible, Revelation 22:21:

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.

The Amen, the “I agree” is up to you add, for the original Greek Bible ends with all.

Penerbangan Berhemat: Selalu Lihat Di Kiri Dan Di Kanan

It was home sweet home for the Yongs and BANG! Little bird was hit by big car. That is why before flying must look left and right first like this

and practice the peraturan 12 saat (ok, poisoning of safe driving theory from Calvin). 

Aihz, small children also know what, but birds are birds, even a bird which claims to have human intelligence...  So bang! Buttocks went into bleeding... Thank God, it did not have such injuries... only bird brained Calvin wrongly diagnosed its red plumage covering the backside.

However, Calvin's stupidity is limitless and very lame... so in the end the bird became Calvin the Pirate's pet...

Too bad, Calvin is not that stupid, so he knows old sister bird (burung kakak tua...) must be released to the wild where it belongs. However, the parrot was knocked dizzy and it thought again whether being a pirate's bird is profitable...

It thought again and again. Then it looked back at Calvin the Pirate and imagined of the need not do anything, goyang kaki or kepak lifestyle it can have being a spoiled pirate bird...

Then, the innocent look came and begged Calvin the Pirate to let it stay...

No No, Calvin can't take care of baby parrots and is not a pirate though he watched countless pirated CDs before... So sadly, baby parrot had to send back to the wild. Baby parrot and other lazy bums, wake up from your dizziness and start working, no such thing as goyang kaki or kepak lifestyle...

Shi Shang Zi You Po Po Ma Ma Hao

In the rustic countryside of Benta, a small unknown village near an alternative, unknown KL (Kuala Lipis for short), lived two happy chicks who knows nothing about Ghost Heads and presumes everyone as MaMa. Curiosity brought the Ghost Heads' heads to probe into the nest and to kill some cats who wants to eat these innocent creatures having parents who like to build nest on low trees, which is no taller than Small Ghost Head and of course incomparable to Big Ghost Head. Sweet laying asleep but always aware of food were the two chicks...

As mentioned, birds have bird sized brains, what the more baby birds... Immediately they reach out for Mama... as if Mama goyang kaki or kepak can find food for them...

Not much food around these days, only three choices:

Immature rambutans for immature kids

Or small and prickly durians for small and prickly kids...

Or lovely cakes for lovely kids...

Anyway, Ghost Heads won't be that generous, so don't hope for third option... Off the Ghost Heads whack whack buttock (pai pai pi gu) went.

Curiosity did not manage to kill any cats in Benta because there weren't any, but it did set the Ghost Heads thinking. Which fruit do they deserve to eat? Rambutans, durians or cakes? 

Does the writing on the cake has punctuation mistakes? "Mama, I love you" OR "Mama (said): I Love You"? Who is having the love? Does love work one way or two way?

And why do they like to call people clumsy as "po po ma ma"? Direct insult of grandmothers and mothers?

Nevertheless, bird brained Ghost Heads don't really think much and act like those chicks only, to ask for the cake to be cut as soon as possible and feed it into their mouths. Only mothers' love can stand up to this kind of behaviour...

Ex-Occupations

Big Ghost Head - The Ex-Astronomer

Big Ghost Head and Less Big Ghost Head - The Ex-Mangosteen Seller

Less Big Ghost Head - The Ex-Monk... wakakaka

Happie Teechur's Day

To all my teachers:

Form Teachers - Pn Rohana, Pn Razana

Language Teachers - Pn Siti Hebat, Pn Che Rosnah, Pn Zuriati, Pn Norhatini, En Leong

History, Moral, Geography Teachers - Pn Azizah, En Mahdi, Pn Norlela, Pn Norhuda, Cik Lim Siew Choo, Cik Tan Eng Choo, Pn Tan Swe Hoon

Science Teachers - Pn Razana, Pn Haslina, Pn Zalikha, Pn Rohaizan

Mathematics Teachers - Pn Rosleena, Cik Syahira, Cik Han Fong Leng, Cik Hamidah

Living Skills and Engineering Drawing Teachers - Pn Maini, Pn Masridah, Pn Umi Salmah

And so many other more teachers which have not taught me directly but helped me in many ways...

Driving Phobia

The Ujian Teori Pemandu Berkomputer (Driving Theory Test) today is FRIGHTENING enough, even with hard core drilling into the 500 question book... Those two indifferent, talk nothing but command ladies sat lazily at the counter waiting to devour your IC and SmartKad add much more fear. And they thumbprint you... making you like mere slaves back in 1600s or trying to make you human guinea pig for the alien genetics experiments.

With sweaty palms, 11 minutes of hitting the mouse and blankstaring at the monitor - 46/50...ANDA LULUS, SILA PERGI KAUNTER UNTUK MENCETAK SLIP KEPUTUSAN... Them again? After carefully slipping to take the result slip and not angering the smoke billowing ladies, I ran away with much trepidation from the RILEK Centre. Relax? It was like WAR between human and aliens, or more correctly Alien vs Predator...

And come back only to happily read a post on Kee Ken how to ger-de-bum in your driving test and the Sarah Loke scoring 47/50 with one night study... So don't ever call me a PhD or smarty pants. And thinking back of the car parts I learn during the not so scary KPP talk, I am still in the darkness of what is gear (for what I know is gearing for exam only) and what is clutch (seems like chicken cluck-cluck-cluck).

And I remember last time Sarah Loke through some weird sms proposing a hypothesis linking tallness and driving speed which is totally proven wrong. Tall neck means you bump your head before you enter and bump again at the very tall car roof and get bump from the instructor. Tall legs means you have to cramp in a Kancil car,  your legs will get entangled, lose coordination as to which leg to hit the clutch, brake and accelerator and end up in ACCIDENT at the driving school. And go home got TALL tales and panjang lebar cheong hei-ness...

And after Calvin has contracted Car Driving Phobia:

"To add insult to injury, most phobia therapies take require years of treatment and sometimes even require the patient to be repeatedly exposed to their fear. We believe that this is unnecessary and often makes the condition worse. And it is particularly cruel as driving phobia can be eliminated with the right methods and just 24 hours of commitment. 

Phobias can cause panic attacks and keep people apart from loved ones and business associates. Symptoms typically include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread, although everyone experiences driving phobia in their own way and may have different symptoms."

And then Car Ride Phobia:

"To add insult to an already distressing condition, most car ride phobia therapies take months or years and sometimes even require the patient to be exposed repeatedly to their fear. We believe that not only is this totally unnecessary, it will often make the condition worse. And it is particularly cruel as car ride phobia can be eliminated with the right methods and just 24 hours of commitment by the phobic individual. 

Known by a number of names - Amaxophobia and Fear of Riding in Cars being the most common - the problem often significantly impacts the quality of life. It can cause panic attacks and keep people apart from loved ones and business associates. Symptoms typically include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread, although everyone experiences car ride phobia in their own way and may have different symptoms."

Then Calvin's existence will cease...And enter beyond the pearly gates where there is no CARS...

Calvin's Tomorrow's World

Ever wondered of Time travelling? It seems all too hard when we cannot even do anything but let Time slip through our fingers. We can actually travel through Time, even now. Einsteinian theories of the relativity between time and space are not needed; neither are huge gears or some eccentric machinery. Just of a flicker of imagination will bring you to Tomorrow’s World…

Well, it’s the third millennium by now if you can imagine. Technology is at its best. Computers are now installed with the latest Doors 3000 or Pear OS X free of charge. There are no longer bulky Central Processing Units, just a touch screen with a glassy feel. Everything is really at your fingertips, just touch and go. Gone are also the noisy typing keyboards and numb fingers of typists. Speak or even think the words and the screen will display it as wanted. No enough space to store data? No more worries about hard drives or portable drives or insufficient Random Access Memory, for something called Exceeding-1-Billion-Gigabytes-Limitless-Storage-Disc is available! Plus an extra point – no more computer crash-downs and no more viruses, spy-ware, ad-ware, or whatsoever, only freeware. There is just simply no problem dealing with technology. Every computer user is totally satisfied.

It is not just the technology is great, but the environment too. The landscape is just entirely WOW-some. High skyscrapers reaching almost outer space and low earth-scrapers reaching almost the inner core. The air is not polluted but gets fresher by the atto-seconds (that is the factor of 10−18). The ozone holes are repaired and humans somehow through their courageous astrophysical endeavour are able to make the Sun shine without its harmful, radioactive rays. A green environment exists as green as when the first plants appeared. Some extinct animals and plants are also being re-introduced, except dinosaurs of course. The Oxenford dictionary finally eliminates words like pollution, radioactivity, extinction and even death.

Hence, humans live forever and are no longer bounded by cancer and disease. Death is confirmed dead. People used to think that if humans were allowed to live forever and babies were still being born, then Earth will run out of space. Then again, scientists went to work and were able to make Earth expand larger without any side effects on the environment. Thus humans never seem to run out of space to live in, even though the population continues to increase in zillions. Great grandparents can at least meet their 10th generation grandchildren as of Year 3000. The cost of living is reduced to nothing as money is abolished. Such source of evil being eradicated is indeed a great step to humanity. Humans no longer need to work as all the past hard work was well paid off by the invention of will-never-take-over-humanity-programmed robots. Humans no longer suffered from Monday blues or any work tension. Every day is a holiday and quality time is spent together with family members. It does not contribute to laziness actually, as laziness is not that fun after all, if at all BORING! Travelling is also made much easier and more environmentally friendly. Just think of the place and you are there. No need to pay for the ever-rising petrol price or burdensome highway tolls. 

As every one is enjoying life, Oxenford Dictionary has long eliminated the word crime. Nobody knew what it meant. There is practically no need to commit crime. Why should rob banks when there is no money? Just as people beginning to enjoy life, they begin to discover what Life itself is. Life itself is not work, not money but happiness. With mindsets and focus redirected, people live even more harmoniously. In this time, people are more sensible. One knows when to stay away at a distance. Without irritation and jealousy, people not just refrain from crime, but start to respect each other. This is the time when the word enemy is being eliminated from the Oxenford Dictionary. Wouldn’t it be so much better that the Dictionary is much lighter? Students are all the more grateful…

“Okay, stop day-dreaming” your friends might say “Enough of this make-belief childish thing! Doors 3000 and Pear OS X? Totally ridiculous! This guy has seen such a computer with such and such copyrighted names in this Today’s World. Now, he desires a better computer and so imagined a more high-tech, more advanced computer system and called it Doors 3000 or whatsoever. This is pretty much make-belief. This guy couldn’t imagine other things without copying it from the real world. It isn’t just possible. And history is always repetitive. Wars will continue, blood will be shed, and terrorism will be all the more abounding. How to abolish money if these greedy humans are still around? It’s more like gearing towards to the end of the world than such a Tomorrow’s World. Death is not dead. Haven’t studied physics concept called entropy? That everything is getting more and more chaotic?”

Many are shaking their heads now in Today’s World, some probably of ecstasy pills, undeniably. There is just no way this is Tomorrow’s World. It is just some wild imagination, too wild in fact. Many simply put it as wishful desires, even self-hallucination. Take some things in the present and add some sugar and voila – a perfect tomorrow’s world. They are continuously taking the words Tomorrow’s World literally. It is just the same old tomorrow – mundane and unchangeable. However I think otherwise. I know this one fact that drives us to the future. This time travelling machine called Imagination just shows how prehistoric Today’s World is. Imagination does not dry my brain but it dries the so called advancement in Today’s World. It doesn’t matter if my imagination is true. It only matters if I have Faith in my imagination. Therefore, dearest readers, Tomorrow’s World is not to be contained in a magic crystal ball, neither is it held in the stars. Let us have Faith in our imagination, a foundation of the knowledge that a better future is possible and not just possible, but a reality. I will live as though there is a Tomorrow’s World like this even though there is not a Tomorrow’s World like this! Would you?

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." 
Eleanor Roosevelt

Of Monk-eys and Koko Ladybird

In celebration of Big Ghost Head and Less Big Ghost Head going to the correct barber shop but wrong barber, Koko Ladybird has the share of eating tarts finally. Commander as disciplined as he is, commanded "SHORTER!!!SHORTER!!!" and ended up preparing the two Ghost Heads to National Service and becoming MONK-eys just like this:

So all the wondrous and glorious food went to Koko Ladybird... Posing "YAY!!!"

Four strawberry tarts and two strawberry don't-know-what-tarts? and four Kaya Triangular "Kok" (Horn or Corner in Cantonese).... all Koko Ladybird one... mwahahaha... laughing in victory.

Hmmm.... Yummy!!! Thank you Papa and Ghost Heads... *smiling cunningly* Anyway, he still remembers to give thanks, so he is not that evil... call him Angel Head??!

Feeling StopIT (and STUPID!!!)

Stop It! Stop It! Stop It! I know getting JPA is so amazing... Don't just praise and congratulate those who get. There are millions who did not have such privilege. Those who did not even get an interview. Those who have to appeal. These are people need to be comforted and encouraged. And yeah, I am not trying to be humble. Just that I know the feeling of getting tricked and rejected. World is never fair, so when this happens, it is up to us to bring up those unfairness and help those in need. Well, of course you should congratulate your friends too and I thank you so much for that!!! And my parents of course has every right to be proud of their son and announce to EVERYONE ON EARTH that their son get such a scholarship and the joy of leaving a parasite off home...

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Calvin is so STUPID!!! How can he not know that Painted Moon Black is HOR JYO LYN and she was the one he first asked who is Painted Moon Black.... toink!!!

CALVIN, WHY YOU SO STUPID!!!

(No copyright infringement I hope from Joanne...hehe)

Anyway, somehow can you see that Malaysian Education system has produced a no common sense 13A1 student. I too lurus bendul and always trust people and think everyone is a friend. And sometimes the best friends you think might be your best enemies and those you think as less caring friend is in fact the most caring. Therefore, love your friends and enemies. And so you, Jyo Lyn, beta Calvin AMPUNKAN tuan hamba... wakakaka!!! Don't play tricks simply on anyone, because you do know if that person is offended. And to my dearest friend Daniel Oon, so sorry for not telling you first about my JPA results and you have to search for yourself on my blog. Thanks so much for your prayers and thank God I have such a prayerful friend. All the best in your studies when you go India to study your IB! To Sarah Chong too who prayed fervently and encouraged me during applying JPA, thank you so much and hope Emmanuel (God with us) when you study for matrics in Perlis. And others, too much to specifically mention your names, thank you SO MUCH for supporting this STUPID friend of yours!!!

LONG LIVE IDIOT+I GANG!!! All the best in your studies... (The I = Stupid)

The Day After Mother's Day

The Day After Tomorrow brought huge changes and so did The Day After Mother's Day. She suddenly become professional photographers like my dad... her first masterpiece on a after-sports-day-in-Malaysia-you-get-an-Event-Holiday-aka-Cuti-Peristiwa...

I don't know what is that, probably a biawak or mini monitor lizard or chameleon or whatsoever. It is an old friend in the garden and looks pretty cool... anyway, it sure help my mum be a pro photographer...haha, CONGRATEZ MUM!!!

An Inch Of The Tall Cliff

It's not a moment of joy but rather relieve. It took so long to get into that whole Malaysia attacking website. Thank God that He gave me such an opportunity and He has given me lots of support from friends and family. And for every single caring soul's prayer, I sincerely thank you.

Anyway, Calvin finally has a chance to place his TALL fingers on a guitar and the more he plays the more he gets excited. Even the Ghost Heads seemed so enthusiatic to play, except Koko Ladybird who has no fingers... *sob sob*

Short Post of A Long Day

Tired.

Long.

Lame.

Nothing.

That's what describes the KPP talk (Kurikulum Pendidikan Pemandu)... Maybe it was a little funny, depends on your preconception of it. I laugh at almost anything. And all the simple unanswerable questions that they ask. It's more like a joke than a talk. Anyway, that book with so much information to read, tonnes and tonnes of rules and what Sistem KEJORA and the stupifying 500 multiple choice questions!!! Ok, be patient Calvin... Soon Kuantan will have a new very berhemah and cermat pemandu...

Letter From The Past

Dear Calvin of three months after RBS,

How are you now? You said that you felt extremely fired up at RBS... and by the way you know that RBS stands for Residential Bible School right? Ok, get things straight.

You said you want to love your family more and your attitude towards your parents and siblings. Have you done that? Have you been talking rudely and loudly to them? Or have you learned to talk more wisely and kindly? Did you say that you love them?

Another thing you promised me is that you will go to Nilai to meet up with Haganesh to teach him Mathematics tuition every once a week in a month, especially if you have moved to KL for college. Have you done that? Or are you too cowardish to let God open the doors? Did you presevere to teach him until he finishes PMR?

Kuantan Chapel, hmm, what you've been doing there? Have you started to stand up during morning service? Did you serve in any ministry? Did you learnt guitar so that you can help out to make the worship in Bible Class better? Did you start talking and caring others in church?

This is your accountability letter written on 30 January 2008, RBS graduation eve. Don't lie, because I'm YOU!!!

Yours truly,

Calvin Yong of three months before....

REPLY LETTER via Blogger...

Dear Calvin Yong of three months before,

I am doing fine, perhaps a little feeling great. The fire in RBS is still burning, perhaps not so bright and hot as in RBS, but not too dim. Although I am the only in Kuantan struggling to keep the fire, God sent Chek Ming as a spiritual fire oil. Church members are rather excited too to see a new me. And yeah, I still remember what RBS stands for, not Radical Bible School, haha...

Family... I think I passed this but still not that up to the standard yet. I am doing good with my siblings and you can see that all over the blog. Sleep overs in my room are getting more and more with the new bed. Operation Mee Maggi 2 perhaps? Talking rudely to parents? This one I can't lie. I have. But I think less. Loudly? This is more evident and audible... maybe it's time to turn down the speaker. Learning to talk more wisely is still a struggle, but I think my funny talks at home helps to reduce work tension of my parents. Did I say I love them? Nope, it's so hard to speak it loud. I was able to say in a crowd of 5000 people in RBS Graduation Nite that I LOVE YOU, papa and mama, but when I face them... I really can't and I don't know what's so hard about it. Love is not just an action but also a word to say...

Nilai... I did went once back to there and really taught Haganesh about Mathematics and had a wonderful time there. It was a miracle from God again. I just simply did not know how I bought the bus tickets, went my way alone for the first time in the complex Light Rail Train system in Kuala Lumpur and still reach Shah Alam in one piece of skinny tall Calvin. I just do not know why courage is there at that time. Perhaps it was James and Justina, my fellow Wilsonians who accompanied me there and Vincent from Nilai who was so friendly. Not forgetting also the prayers of other Wilsonians and RBS staff & students. I remembered something James told me before I went Nilai in MSN. "If you are going to Nilai, I'm going too. No lone ranger." I never forget those words. However when the Nilai Trip 2.0 was planned, I was doing it by myself. I got scared. Every Wilsonian is busy and I totally understand their complications. God already made things nicely in Nilai, it was me only. JAMES, come back from NS lar!!! I NEED YOU!

Ok, now comes the part I am rather proud of. I designed the Kuantan Chapel 44th Anniversary Booklet. 44 pages of hard work, really hard work!!! It was that time I learnt that Kuantan Chapel people are rather easy to talk to, not just some aunties and uncles. It was also this time I realised how supportive is my family, cutting and pasting every photo in the book. For this, I'm totally grateful to God. It was these encouragements from everyone that push me forward. I am now serving and learning in youth ministry. I am more brave now and even Tracy, the girl I was so annoyed with previously said that I changed and changed to a better person. Leading prayer and sharing and am going to do my second sharing this Sunday on How To Study! Need so much prayers on this. And about guitar, haha, finally, help was just at the door. You just need to knock and it shall be given. Sin Young, my brother in Christ said he's lending me a guitar and will teach me some basics this Sunday. I am so excited! And it was actually fulfilling my goal of caring and talking to others in church! I see a good connection ahead...

Okay, here's my reply letter via Blogger posted on Friday, May 09 2008, 7.00 pm sharp. I did something at least. Cheerio!

Yours truly,

Calvin of three months after RBS....

P.S. Christian readers and maybe others too, please post lots of comment on this or drop at the cbox. Need your prayers and encouragement dearly.

Koko Ladybird and the muffins...

Starring today in the Tall Guy's Blog is Koko Ladybird!!! This sibling of the Ghost Heads is the most innocent one and is ten years old this year!!!

Koko Ladybird always smiles, especially when something is baking in the oven. His antenna can smell all the way from the front hall.

What is baking? This time Koko Ladybird smells something wonderful in the kitchen. It is not volcano erupted like muffins or black hard charcoals. Something edible which his three other siblings has been messing around with Mama. The Ghost Heads are arguing who is going to beat eggs and Small Ghost Head was busy playing with flour. Koko Ladybird always smiles at their culinary antics. Fleeting moments of dreaming soon went away when the real muffins are ready. Vanilla flavoured muffins with raisins!!!

Can I have some? Please........

The Ghost Heads shouted in unison and never see them so united before. "NO MORE INNOCENT LOOKS! You can't deceive us. NO EATING!!! And for better prevention, the muffins are labelled, so you can't steal!

Koko Ladybird saw another lovely muffin and thought it must be his... "Ghost Heads, aww, that's so kind of you! What a lovely cake for me!"

"No no, that muffin is not for you... it's for mummy! Mother's Day is coming already! Mummy makes so much muffins for us so we decided to do the only thing we can, decorate them! So, no touchy!"

And all of them said

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

But after that happy greeting, Koko Ladybird was a little envious looking at the Ghost Heads munching barbarously on the muffins. An evil thought simmered in his brain... "Wait till night falls and then I can start moving and eat! Wakakaka!!!