[This is a big retard picture of me with a BIG BIRTHDAY MILK TEA saying Happy Birthday to all August Babies... Dedicate the nai cha to you all...]
[Meanwhile, I'll upload some pics of KBU birthday celebrations]
Sunday 31 August 2008
August Babies Birthday Pictures [except Calvin]
Daniel, Sarah and Chia Venn
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y!!!
Daniel peekaboo-ing at the cake giving ceremony
Secret Recipe's Chocolate Indulgence
Seem familiar like some cut out from Passion World Tour and IBA Unplugged?
Awarded the cutest picture of the year
Fern and Jaevon posing at the see-saw
The orang utans of KBU
Geisha Chui Chin
Three Retards with Geisha
Edwin and Chang Win with Geisha
Geisha under umbrella with Gabriel, Jonathan [Abraham], Jabez and Gabriel
Did I forget to mention KBU students poser sial betul?
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Yong Xin
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y!!!
Happy Birthday Boy
Mustering strength to blow out the candles
Testing resistance of non-Secret Recipe cake
Beng, Leong, Calvin and Nicholas (chopstick guy)
The whole gang torturing the taukeh to take photo
Another archetypal Calvin caught in eating
Saturday 30 August 2008
Walkway
[As a Malaysian student, Calvin just would like to dedicate this essay to Tunku Abdul Rahman for stepping forth to break free Malaya "from the shackle of colonisation" (Mr Al, my Malaysian Studies lecturer's favourite phrase) ... Not intimidating all my KBU friends who are taking IELTS, but hope this essay brings you back to the first day when it all started...]
In the quietness of dawn, I perceived footsteps treading on the stiff cold Walkway, gradually building to forte. There was the rushing of people, of excitement, of anticipation, and the seats were swiftly filled. Surrealistic. Sounds coming from nowhere yet cannot be dismissed by the ear. I struggled down through the Walkway. It was not an easy journey to endure, to be able to walk to the podium, standing beside Swettenham and the Yang-Dipertuan Negeri Sembilan.
It all started with the fall of the Empire, with the invading flotilla of Albuquerque. August twenty-fourth was the starting day of Western colonialism and the day where our history was almost carbonized in that conflagration. And perpetually for almost half a millennium, the Land was tossed like a wave in the Straits, deprived and decoyed as new Landlords come and go. Starting with those who initiated the Age of Discovery, then the Land of the Windmill, those who take orders from the Queen, the People of the Rising Sun and back again to the Great United Kingdom. The path to freedom was painted by the blood of martyrs. Dato' Maharaja Lela, Tok Janggut, Rentap, Mat Salleh, Dato Bahaman and many others. It was the gallantry of the past heroes which sparked the passion for freedom. Together, they share a common vision, a common passion, in unity. And unity is what allowed me to travel to London and met with Lord Lennox Boyd, to get the signature of a pen stroke which signify the quietus of colonialism.
The warm welcome upon the announcement of the greatest news was still fresh in mind as I struggled down this Walkway. The whole nation was there, a phalanx crowd eagerly anticipating for the declaration. Standing in front of the multitude, finally, a compelling cry broke through the stadium. FREEDOM I shouted seven times, loud and clear, conveyed the completeness, true F-R-E-E-D-O-M, not because of the seven letters of the word but full freedom from the hands of the West! Coming down was the pride of Union Jack, rising upwards was the Stripes of Glory. Everyone just stood in awe and admiration. It was the halcyon experience never to be forgotten by the nation and its people.
We cannot just stand in one place and stay there motionless forever. We need to walk forward. I need to walk forward. Going down the Walkway was not easy, but going up the Walkway was harder still. I struggled when our dear brother confronted us, accusing us the fighters for freedom as neo-colonists. He shared the same root as us, speaking the same language yet why must they reject and even attacked us. Why? Manila broke the close diplomatic ties formed so many years at the sound of declaring ourselves as a new nation. Isn't Cobbold's report clearly states that the ethnics standing below the shadow of the great Mount Kinabalu had agreed to join us? The wonderful island in the south became an excruciating pain when it slowly turned its back on us, piercing our very heart with its thorn, tearing the Tebrau Straits apart. Why can't they acknowledge the rights of the natives?
The perplexities of 'why's were ever present and at times seemed impossible to resolve. However, endurance proved itself. I have learned that we cannot walk away but walk a way. That is the essence of the Walkway. Up on the Walkway, I see the Twins standing from afar, holding hands, bridging communities. Up in the sky was an airplane soaring high in stratosphere, proudly displaying the name of our nation to the eyes of the world. Somewhere, I heard people of different colours, different cultures, and different languages, gathered together in a mamak stall, enjoying the conversation, sharing the unity. Faintly, I heard the sound of children playing around, together with the twitter of nature and flow of pellucid brooks, composed an orchestra of wonderful music parallel to those of the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra.
I looked forward of the Walkway, it was full of opportunities waiting to be explored, the day was shining with full lustre, as if pathways of gold awaits us. In my deep heart core, I still can hear the echoing of people's esprit de corps to protect, to preserve and to build the freedom we so harshly went through to get. Can you hear it too?
Just in case you are INTOXICATED WITH THE EXUBERANCE OF MY VERBOSITY...lol
[This story is written from Tunku Abdul Rahman’s perspective. Tunku after the many years of the declaration of independence, went back to the Independence Stadium to recall the memories the nation treasured. He was walking down the walkway to the podium where he once stood and went up the walkway again. While he was walking, he likened the walkway to the journey of his life. The Walkway as it is always capitalized, refers to the journey of our nation as well. In the end, he calls for the generation now who reads his essay to take up his call to preserve the nation’s independence.]
In the quietness of dawn, I perceived footsteps treading on the stiff cold Walkway, gradually building to forte. There was the rushing of people, of excitement, of anticipation, and the seats were swiftly filled. Surrealistic. Sounds coming from nowhere yet cannot be dismissed by the ear. I struggled down through the Walkway. It was not an easy journey to endure, to be able to walk to the podium, standing beside Swettenham and the Yang-Dipertuan Negeri Sembilan.
It all started with the fall of the Empire, with the invading flotilla of Albuquerque. August twenty-fourth was the starting day of Western colonialism and the day where our history was almost carbonized in that conflagration. And perpetually for almost half a millennium, the Land was tossed like a wave in the Straits, deprived and decoyed as new Landlords come and go. Starting with those who initiated the Age of Discovery, then the Land of the Windmill, those who take orders from the Queen, the People of the Rising Sun and back again to the Great United Kingdom. The path to freedom was painted by the blood of martyrs. Dato' Maharaja Lela, Tok Janggut, Rentap, Mat Salleh, Dato Bahaman and many others. It was the gallantry of the past heroes which sparked the passion for freedom. Together, they share a common vision, a common passion, in unity. And unity is what allowed me to travel to London and met with Lord Lennox Boyd, to get the signature of a pen stroke which signify the quietus of colonialism.
The warm welcome upon the announcement of the greatest news was still fresh in mind as I struggled down this Walkway. The whole nation was there, a phalanx crowd eagerly anticipating for the declaration. Standing in front of the multitude, finally, a compelling cry broke through the stadium. FREEDOM I shouted seven times, loud and clear, conveyed the completeness, true F-R-E-E-D-O-M, not because of the seven letters of the word but full freedom from the hands of the West! Coming down was the pride of Union Jack, rising upwards was the Stripes of Glory. Everyone just stood in awe and admiration. It was the halcyon experience never to be forgotten by the nation and its people.
We cannot just stand in one place and stay there motionless forever. We need to walk forward. I need to walk forward. Going down the Walkway was not easy, but going up the Walkway was harder still. I struggled when our dear brother confronted us, accusing us the fighters for freedom as neo-colonists. He shared the same root as us, speaking the same language yet why must they reject and even attacked us. Why? Manila broke the close diplomatic ties formed so many years at the sound of declaring ourselves as a new nation. Isn't Cobbold's report clearly states that the ethnics standing below the shadow of the great Mount Kinabalu had agreed to join us? The wonderful island in the south became an excruciating pain when it slowly turned its back on us, piercing our very heart with its thorn, tearing the Tebrau Straits apart. Why can't they acknowledge the rights of the natives?
The perplexities of 'why's were ever present and at times seemed impossible to resolve. However, endurance proved itself. I have learned that we cannot walk away but walk a way. That is the essence of the Walkway. Up on the Walkway, I see the Twins standing from afar, holding hands, bridging communities. Up in the sky was an airplane soaring high in stratosphere, proudly displaying the name of our nation to the eyes of the world. Somewhere, I heard people of different colours, different cultures, and different languages, gathered together in a mamak stall, enjoying the conversation, sharing the unity. Faintly, I heard the sound of children playing around, together with the twitter of nature and flow of pellucid brooks, composed an orchestra of wonderful music parallel to those of the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra.
I looked forward of the Walkway, it was full of opportunities waiting to be explored, the day was shining with full lustre, as if pathways of gold awaits us. In my deep heart core, I still can hear the echoing of people's esprit de corps to protect, to preserve and to build the freedom we so harshly went through to get. Can you hear it too?
Just in case you are INTOXICATED WITH THE EXUBERANCE OF MY VERBOSITY...lol
[This story is written from Tunku Abdul Rahman’s perspective. Tunku after the many years of the declaration of independence, went back to the Independence Stadium to recall the memories the nation treasured. He was walking down the walkway to the podium where he once stood and went up the walkway again. While he was walking, he likened the walkway to the journey of his life. The Walkway as it is always capitalized, refers to the journey of our nation as well. In the end, he calls for the generation now who reads his essay to take up his call to preserve the nation’s independence.]
The Indian
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I'm so sori i couldn't make it 2 kl. I jz wan u 2 noe tat eventho physically i'm nt there 2 celebrate wit u but i'l always b there in prayers. I wish u a great year ahead n may u attain success n happiness in life. Above al, i pray tat God wil continue 2 b real 2 u n embellish ur life wit His miracles n wisdom. Hopefuli i'm the first 2 wish u hepi bday. C u at klia next friday! God bless
You say lar I sad or not?
Hey, dan here. Pls msg me wen u on the way. U shud reach klia at 6.30pm otherwise wil prob miss me.
Budak keling ni... dahlah tak datang my birthday, ask me go find him in klia pulak...
[by the way he's Chinese, just going off to study in Pune, India]
Haha, just kidding Daniel! I went their on voluntary basis and on friendship... I totally understand all the difficulties and circumstances that restricts him from meeting me... Anyway just to exaggerate a little tease this little sarcastic friend of mine...
Daniel, do you know how much I sacrificed for you in this whole trip? For the first time, I stopped a taxi, something I never did in my 18 years of life! In trepidation and sweat, I scooped up the little courage left in my "vibrating" body and enquired that grumpy old taxi driver with his strong Hokkien accent where SS2 was. Sitting in the sweltering heat and wondering was the hefty RM6 worth to go to Evangel just to buy a Bible for my dearest friend Daniel, I felt anxious whether I'll be able to make it in time. And that driver dump me at the road one street away from Evangel and asked me to walk because he lazy to make turns. With the minuscule strength I drew up all the courage that was left and started walking in search of the big, red Evangel signboard.
Finally I saw Evangel and thank God the gift voucher was still valid! Not teased enough, Daniel? Guess how much was your Bible? Life Application Bible: New Living Translation cost RM 80.00 nett and that was special offer price in Evangel. And that look like women's handbag Bible cover? RM 38.00!!! Anyway, belanja you what...
Then, I had to go to KLIA when you message that I must be there by 6.30 pm and my watch read 4 pm... how? That ever slow Rapid KL bus came finally... and by the time I reached KL Sentral it was already 4.45 pm and that asinine KTM announcer said the train to Nilai was delayed for 50 minutes. Why trains to Seremban are always delayed!!! And you know how good a friend I am? I went to the KLIA ExpressLink and paid that awesome amount of RM 35 and within 22 minutes I reached KLIA. And you were registering your overweight luggage and I waited patiently smiling....
Feeling guilty? Haha, please don't.
Tell you one thing. Friendship is not measured on how much sacrifice one friend has, but on genuine phileo love. RM 159 spent on just meeting you...what's that? Jesus died for us on the cross, think about that sacrifice, mine is nothing. Well, you have been truly a great friend!
Who was the one who spend my 16th birthday alone with me in the calm night at the seaside near Balok and talked the most wonderful conversation I had? Who was the one who helped me all the way through my major exams be it PMR or SPM even though he moved to Setiawan? Who was the one accompanied me in Penang Bible Camp and asked me to stay at his magnificent mansion in Setiawan and even brought me to Pangkor Island? Who was the one who called me all the way from Setiawan for ONE HOUR despite rising phone bills? Who was the one who kept on praying for me fervently to get JPA scholarship? Who was the one who encouraged me to continue to spur on in this harsh journey of life?
Daniel, you know who that person is...
Emo cukup edi... Here are the amazing pictures we took at KLIA!
Your dad very proud of you...
Retarded pic of me destroyed the scenery of KLIA
Yalah, you always like castles... now that college of yours in like Hogwarts rite?
Wow, your mum smiling so gladly coz no need jaga this spoiled brat edi...
One happy family
Adui, emo sangat la... sunset sumore...huhu
MISS YOU LOADS...
remember come back INDIAN!!!
Friday 29 August 2008
KiloCal is still EXISTING after 18 years!!!
Isn't it amazing that I've finally passed the 18-year-old mark?
Not trying understand why people define 18 years old as the "MATURE" age, but I sure know why I existed till now - because there is a loving God caring and protecting all the way. And indeed must thank Him for bestowing such height for such a lowly creature as me... and he uses my height to reach even greater heights in other people's life. Just couldn't thank Him more!
While enjoying the fresher air unpolluted from excessive carbon dioxide owing to the 189 centimetres, He really gave me a heart to see others from the top, not looking down on them. (figuratively correct but physically-wise cannot be changed unless you stand on higher ground and I in the longkang). I just want to thank everyone who "humbled" themselves to communicate with a towering stick just like Jack's beanstalk. And I hope I have bring encouragement and joy to you being a friend and so sorry-lah that something just slipped off my clumsy tongue.
Anyway, some of you might be wondering what's KiloCal... Well, it's a nickname from my IELTS teacher Mr Kok which actually describes the opposite of me... Probably it's time stop growing upwards but sidewards by eating more kilocalories! However, as you know the body is not really obeying the mind, so don't expect too much!
Calligraphy Masterpiece from Sifu Chan
Durian Cheese Cake 
I just discovered JPA students can be quite good posers instead of the serious studious type...
Song acting really cute like Nicholas... 
Finger-pointing in this case is OK.
Indescribable
Old Nick and Song
Jason, Wei Hong, Michelle and Eunice
BU area can be so boring and quiet that no one cares if you sleep on the road...
Typical Chan and Nicholas preparing for the big car accident
Not trying understand why people define 18 years old as the "MATURE" age, but I sure know why I existed till now - because there is a loving God caring and protecting all the way. And indeed must thank Him for bestowing such height for such a lowly creature as me... and he uses my height to reach even greater heights in other people's life. Just couldn't thank Him more!
While enjoying the fresher air unpolluted from excessive carbon dioxide owing to the 189 centimetres, He really gave me a heart to see others from the top, not looking down on them. (figuratively correct but physically-wise cannot be changed unless you stand on higher ground and I in the longkang). I just want to thank everyone who "humbled" themselves to communicate with a towering stick just like Jack's beanstalk. And I hope I have bring encouragement and joy to you being a friend and so sorry-lah that something just slipped off my clumsy tongue.
Anyway, some of you might be wondering what's KiloCal... Well, it's a nickname from my IELTS teacher Mr Kok which actually describes the opposite of me... Probably it's time stop growing upwards but sidewards by eating more kilocalories! However, as you know the body is not really obeying the mind, so don't expect too much!
Phew, long introduction of being "insular" of my height! Ok, my birthday pictures... lazy to write intoxicating lengths of words, phrases and sentences...
Calligraphy Masterpiece from Sifu Chan
Durian Cheese Cake They bought Durian Cheese Cake from Secret Recipe! Oh how I miss durian and thanks guys for making this not a year without durians for Kilocal.
Crazy KBU students with water balloons and FLOUR!!!
Make cake for KiloCal also need not like that
I just discovered JPA students can be quite good posers instead of the serious studious type... Nicholas wearing the bucket cap
Song acting really cute like Nicholas... (oh no more descriptions, nanti kena belasah kau kau)
Finger-pointing in this case is OK.
Indescribable
Old Nick and Song
Ginger and Chan
(Chan and I really look so similar meh? till a few NOT ONE hawkers misindentified us and STOP calling us Twin Towers of KBU)
Jason, Wei Hong, Michelle and Eunice
BU area can be so boring and quiet that no one cares if you sleep on the road...
Typical Chan and Nicholas preparing for the big car accident
KBU students kena langgar by kereta in front of their student houses!
(Ish, why I can't even act dead)
Thank you so much every one who planned this totally SURPRISING birthday party and all the gifts and all the SMS-es, CBox comments, Friendster comments, Facebook comments and blog posts!
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