In Perfect Harmony

I am very much in a I-Need-to-Celebrate-Life mood right now.

"Celebration" is a very exciting word, isn't it?

So is "Jubilation".

Ditto "Adventure".


Suddenly I am very excited about nothing in particular.

And suddenly I so appreciate everything and everyone around me.

I mean, I feel like having the biggest party ever, get everyone I know and like to attend, then party the night away to all my favourite songs. (All MY favourite songs!)

I also feel like going on a round-the-world road trip, a spontaneous one without any planning.


I have been in a very Uplifted Mood since my last post.

Gaiety, song-and-dance, belly laughs. Sigh.



Life really is a celebration, innit?

Thy destiny awaits

Has anyone watched the Bee Movie?

Remember early in the movie, they showed text saying how men thought it was theoretically impossible for bees to fly (fat bodies, teeny wings), but bees don't care what men think, they fly anyway?

I suspect there's a lesson to be learnt there.

Lesson: Not caring what people think, doing what you want anyway.


Obviously this whole scenario has been playing out since long, long ago (i.e since we were kids).

Take for example, this thing that happened a few days ago.

Me, I was eating a piece of chocolate cake. Mmmm chocolate!

I finished mine, and was eyeing my sister's.


"Eh, I eat your cake ah."

"You better not I tell you!"

"If I eat?"

"Then I think you are the most sui person ever lived."

"Cheh like that only?"


And I ate.

Who cares what she thinks.



Okay no la I didn't. Thank goodness for the last bit of decency in me.


But then again there's another lesson to be learnt from the Bee Movie.

Lesson: What people think is impossible isn't necessarily truly impossible.
You just gotta do what you gotta do.


So I was watching A Beautiful Mind on TV3 a few days ago.

It is one of my most favourite movies (it's slotted between LOTR and The Pianist), but watching it from TV3 was really sucky, it cuts to ads without warning, tak syok.

I love, love, LOVE the part where he's told he's been nominated for the Nobel Prize.

I mean, can you imagine?

Schizophrenic guy, whose nerdy ways of walking was mocked by Princeton kids, really pathetic looking, ends up becoming a Nobel Laureate.

How cool is that.

This is the part where we learn that nothing is impossible.

But then again, John Nash is a genius to begin with, so he has an unfair advantage.

I am not a genius when I Started, not a genius Now, just an average kid with average grades and everything.

But the world is my, and OUR, oyster. And clam, and abalone, and mussel, and scallop.

It's so exciting to hear that my friends are starting to get / has already gotten university offers.

Makes me wish I applied to Australian unis when they were having an application fee waiver thing, just for the sake of seeing university acceptance offers coming in 'round this time of the year. Plus Australian university applications seem so much easier (when compared to US apps la).

Imagine, you know, that someone among us will someday be as influential as Oprah Winfrey, or wield as much power as George Bush, or be as Kick-ass-Rockstar as (insert name of rock star).

I'm in the middle of reading The Life of Mahatma Gandhi by Louis Fischer, and of course it hit me that even someone as great as Gandhi used to have a very ho-hum, unglamorous past.

I mean, there you have this kid who is like every other young male kid - hungry for sex, lies to his parents, tries hard to impress.

And look how he ended up. (Well, assassinated, but still revered all over the world.)

One day, you could watch TV and see this guy in power suit being interviewed on some Important Channel like CNN and the like, or you'd see a skinny-jeaned girl (or whatever is hot decades later) being interviewed by MTV VJs, and you'd think, "Familiar wei!"

Neh, that person who used to sit next to / in front of you back in high school loh.

Another lesson learnt: Be nice to everyone in your high school, who knows, he/she might zip right to the top of his/her game and squash the puny still-working-as-janitor/clerk/cashier-you like a cockroach.

Step, splatter, grind, grind, SQUASHED!


However. The saddest of all, undoubtedly, is when we squander off our Humongous Massive Gargantuan Big Big Potential.
Yes, if you collected all our Potential and lined them up next to each other, you'd have a Trip Around the World, Times Ten.

Can you believe next year we'll all be off to university?

So I guess as 2007 comes to an end, and as people SAM people start deciding on which field to devote their entire-forever life to (ooh I made it sound so intimidating), let us not forget that we are, in fact, destined for great things.

Was that motivational enough?

We are destined for great things!


That?

And with this, I end this post of mine. Thank you.



P/S. Changed my font. In case you were wondering why suddenly chooiyen's blog not so hard to read any more.

Doing medicine?

For anyone thinking of applying to do medicine, this might be a helpful link.

Thinking About Studying Medicine? Read This First. from Educate Deviate.

It's initially an Ask MetaFilter thread, but someone answered particularly well, and here that answer is being highlighted.

Almost everyone I know has thought of doing Medicine at one time or another, so if you're not sure if you're cut out for it, this is helpful as heck.

I know of people (okay maybe just one or two) who initially decided to do medicine, because they genuinely want to help people, but then later they realize that you don't have to be a doctor to help. There are many other ways.

Studying medicine sounds very glam, I mean your parents will actually be able to say, "My son/daughter doing medicine!"

But talking to a doctor person at an education fair earlier in the year, he said that a lot of people forget that it is very, very unglamorous behind the scenes.

So. Choose wisely, and good luck everyone deciding on their future paths!

(Here I am kind of thankful I don't have to choose a major until I'm, what, 21?)


(SAM people are getting university offers / already accepting offers! Jeles!)

Christmas 2007

Merry Christmas all!

A day late but nevermind.

So how was your Christmas this year?

Mine went by without much fanfare or bright lights or very fancy parties.

But very special nevertheless.


The night before, the Ling said she'd pick me up at 9.30 am.

I woke up at 9.36 am, woken up by the text message of the Ling standing right outside my gate.

Went to church, stomach growling like crazy due to not having had breakfast, and after it ended, Ling and I decided to go have lunch at Satellite Chicken Rice near Jalan Gasing. For old time's sake.

And no drive to Jalan Gasing can end without a walk back to Catholic High, riiiight?

We ended up going to the reading corner, and spending a long time there Talking.

Frankly, I've not Talked like that since 2007 begun.

Weirdly, 2007 had been a very, very peaceful year for myself. No unnecessary drama, no tears, no urgent need to call up a friend to complain about something or other.

Until of course, yesterday, when I realize I haven't been sharing much about myself to my friends.

And so back at the reading corner (that place back in high school where many, many secrets were exchanged), I shared much more than I thought I ever would.

Man I miss the times when I'd go to the Ling's place, or she'd come into my room, get into my bed in her school uniform ("I told you dun mess up my blanket loh!"), and we'd talk and talk, about Things and Life In General.

It still amazes me how the things she says are so deep and insightful.


Had a very, very wonderful Christmas dinner.

Roast lamb, jacket potatoes and sour cream, garden salad, errr broccoli (eww), sparkling wine. And a very lovely Christmas log cake.


Speaking of Christmas dinner, Chooiyen single-handedly kind of ruined Christmas Eve Dinner!

Because she was supposed to be looking after the chicken in the oven, but was too busy surfing the web and the chicken ended up getting a little burnt.

Partially to blame is my sister who has managed to contract chicken pox so that my parents have to get her to the clinic and leave me at home to attend to the chicken.

We ended up having dinner at 9.15 pm.



I never had chicken pox.

I took a vaccine shot 3 years ago.

So did my sister.

But she still has chicken pox now.

Chicken pox is highly contagious.

I might get chicken pox.

Incubation period is 2 weeks.

2.5 weeks = my birthday!


Shit shit I will probably have chicken pox on my birthday!

I thought vaccines were suppose to prevent you from contracting the disease?



Merry Christmas y'all!

I slay.

We Will Rock You the musical will be showing in Singapore!

They perform to Queen's hit songs, so I imagine it's one heck of a musical.

Best part best part - Mig Ayesa will star in it!

Remember Mig?

Third last guy standing in the Rockstar: INXS show!

I wanted him to win if Marty Casey couldn't. Ended up both lost, JD won, nevermind I don't listen to INXS anyway.

I have a video of him performing Bohemian Rhapsody in my cell phone, and he rocks everyone's socks! Except the socks of INXS members 'cause they obviously didn't let him win.

Oooh how I miss Rockstar shows.

(I remember the grand finale of Rockstar: Supernova was the night before my Physics exam, so I ended up...... watching the show and studying Physics at midnight.)

Perhaps Malaysia should put up bright neon lights to attract international shows / bands to come over.

* * * * *

Here's a completely different matter altogether.

I had a I Am Legend-esque dream last night.

Except in my dream, I was not alone in an empty city / world. There was a clique of "Darkseeker" slayers, and I was one of them ahah.

I also had a very close friend / partner always with me, but I don't know who that person was, sometimes it seemed to be Chuan Ling, sometimes ZiHui, sometimes just a shadowy figure that prances around.

And I almost got killed, by the way.

But it was my dream, and naturally I was the hero, and heroes never die, so I obviously survived.

By then I was scared shitless, wanted to drop out of the clique, but then Lena (whom I met in church in real life and has kind of taken the role as my spiritual guide) told me that... um, that it is my job to slay Darkseekers and that I'd be doing it for the greater good.

So I ended up being a full time Darkseeker slayer.

Oh my oh my. Stupid dream.

For the uninitiated, Darkseekers are the mutilated kena-virus ex-people that are the bad guys in the I Am Legend movie.

They are supposed to be cured (not killed!), which is Will Smith's character's job.

Anyhoo. This dream probably has some psychological significance, but nahhhh I don't read into dreams so much.

Christmas is almost here! Woot!

Near death. Or not really la.

WAH the scariest sh*t happened to me today!

I think, I could have died. (Uh, exaggerated or not I dunno la.)


People who've been passengers in my (mom's) car would no doubt realize, that dull looking red Kancil that I drive is a real old clunker of a car.

I remember that time when a bunch of us went to the National Museum, and they had an exhibition of old cars, and there it was, a Proton Saga being exhibited amongst old, really ancient cars.

Back then I thought, "Wah good thing I don't drive Saga. Very malu."

In restrospect, I drive something that is more memalukan than an old Saga.

I drive an old Kancil.

The radio doesn't work, the lock on the front passenger door is totally messed up (doesn't come up/go down when it's supposed to) (confuses friends who sit there), you step fully on the accelerator and instead of going "Vrooooom!", it actually goes, "Eeee-kachung-kachung-eeee" or something weird like that.

Needless to say, it takes longer to accelerate, even with the pedal fully stepped on. Even worse when it comes to uphill slopes. I'd be thinking, "Hurry up hurry up hurry up!" Cars behind overtake only.


Plus, and this one's a sure sign of Embarrassingly Old Cars, the windows have to be rolled down.

Yes, roll down that little handle thing.

Very very mafan when it comes to getting/putting in tickets in parking lots.

Oh, I'm veering off topic.


You know those overhead highway things, that have these concrete borders to prevent you from going off the edge and plunge right into Death?

The one I was on curves to the right (I hope I'm painting you an easy picture here), and at that time I was blanking out.

You know, your mind wasn't on the road.

And I came, what, an inch from the concrete blocks? And I was driving straight.

Curved road + driving straight = barge right through concrete blocks! = DIE! (or accident la)

I came to just in time (any further and I'd totally have hit it!), steered sharply to the right, and OMGWTFBBQ big ass truck right beside me!

Got honked, steered left, but cannot la the road is turning right!, panic a bit, steered right, and went on my merry way.

Very un-drama here, but trust me it was scary as heck. You know that very millisecond when you realize you're this close to hitting something large like a concrete block (and you know you'll fall off and die if you do), and you're doing 80 kmph on the highway, scary as heck. Then got truck somemore!

I have this fear of trailers / large vehicles. The other day something similar happened to Ling when she was driving, only it was less dangerous 'cause she was on flat, wide road, and I screamed, very unnecessarily loudly. Ling wasn't even the least bit shook up la.

Oh by the way. This Kancil I drive does not have power steering. (Yes it is thaaaat ancient.)

It is difficult, driving a car without power steering. It it stiff, and you pretty much cannot drive it with one hand.

Now you know.

Fortunately, no one else was in the car with me.

Even more fortunately, my mom was not in the car with me.

She'd totally stop me from driving out any more. She is already very sien 'cause it seems to her that I am dominating her car.

I so wish I had a car of my own. One that is actually un-Old.

I have to wake up at 7 am to drop my mom off if I want to have her car for the day, then go out at 8 pm to pick her up.

You people who have your own cars, so lucky!









P/S. I don't usually drive like that la. In fact I've never driven like that before. I was just thinking about Something Important today. Don't boycott sitting in my car, okay?

I Am Legend Chinese

Wow. Unique visitors count doubled today. Ahah.

Okay so now I'm a little apprehensive about telling people my TER.

From the looks of my last post, I sound like I did so well hor, um no la it's nothing stellar.

Now that excitement wore off, I realize it's no big deal. No biggie at all.

Sorry, was just so excited at that time, because.

Well, because my internal assesments sucked like vacuum cleaner. You cannot expect much from a B's, C's and D's sort of person.




Anyway, moving on!



Will Smith is ice cold ("cooler than being cool")!

I mean, think about it la, have you ever watched a bad Will Smith movie? No.

He's like Johnny Depp, only a lot less QuirkyEccentric and has more Tough Guy roles.

And my point is?

I Am Legend is an ice cold movie, you really should watch it.

Prepare a packet of tissues also la, you might need it.

Watch watch watch!

* * * * *

Here. Did you know Wang Lee-Hom plays over 10 musical instruments, had a perfect 1600 SAT score, and studied at Williams College (which is the like Harvard of liberal arts colleges)?

I had no idea, until just now. I Wikipedia-ed him.

(Oh, see? 'Wikipedia' is a verb now! Just like 'Google'! As in, "Why you Google youself so tak tau malu?!")

Book smart, musical genius, pretty good eye candy also!

And he's multilingual. Wah that totally tops it.

So I watched 'I Not Stupid Too' again the other day, and you know those unbelievably irritating students that cannot speak Chinese?

It made me feel so guilty for not even attempting to improve my mandarin.

My bro's mandarin is BAD, that if you put him in primary school he'd still have a hard time during chinese classes.

But he used to say, "So what? I can speak I can understand, good enough already la!"

I can speak, I can definitely understand, and I can read (albeit a lot of effort is needed, so much so that I get lazy and not bother most times), but I wish I could write like Chuan Ling and ZiHui and LiAnn in their blogs.

I used to wonder just how did they find chinese phrases like the ones they used. Then I realized, they don't "find" the phrases, they came up with those themselves.

So poetic, you know?

That's the thing about mandarin. If you can compose in mandarin, then you cannot help but be poetic.

Unless you talk crap la, like the messages Ling left in my Bahasa Cina Form 5 textbook I lent her.

And I think it's so cool if you go off to some foreign land, and people ask if you can speak Chinese (being Chinese yourself), and you go, "OF COURSE!" and start word-swishing away in that Orang-Cina toned mandarin.

As opposed to being ask if you can speak Chinese, and you apprehensively go, "Err yeahh.." and start speaking in an ahpek toned mandarin.

(But then again, them being foreign-land people, they probably don't know mandarin, so you can pretty much simply insert Ming Ju Jing Hua, and no one would know if you were wrong.)

Speaking of which, Chuan Ling laughed at a Cheng Yu I used wrongly. Embarrassing as heck.
Just so you know, Chuan Ling you are so not helping!

I used to think it's so weird, 'cause I'm not entirely Orang Banana, 'cause I've had -counts- 11 years of chinese classes. Eleven! But I'm not good at it enough to stop constantly having to ask my friends what they mean when they use slightly more advanced mandarin.

But ah, I am SO grateful that my parents ultimately decided to send me to a chinese medium school! My dad wanted me to go national school initially.

I think it puts us to shame, when American kids at American colleges go for Chinese classes, and end up being better Chinese speakers / writers than us. (And by us, I mean only some of us la.)

But I am trying.

[Did you know I once won the Zui Jia Zuo Wen (err, best essay?) prize back in primary school?
I must've took the wrong turn at the junction to end up here!]

Zi Hui I read every single Chinese post on your blog!







And here, I go off to sleep. Night!


[Added: Oh I just read Chew Woon's blog. Wah coincidence! LOL.]

Results (unimaginative post title!)

By God's grace.

Logged into SSABSA's result page in what, my first try?

I got no idea why people keep saying it took then "frickin' long" to log in.


So I got in.

Loaded the Tertiery Entrance page.

Covered the screen with my palms, because heck, need more self-induced suspense hor.


But uh, what the heck, look only la.

And guess what.



The hours of last-minute toiling away at the study tale paid off.

I got all A's!

Yes, even Chemistry-the-dreadful-subject.





Now why did I say that so calmly ah?

Me insides are boiling over, I'm so HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!




OMGoodness slap me slap me!


AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!



- picks up cell phone, speed dial mom's number -

"Hello. This is the toilet bowl. Flush and leave your message. *FLUSH!*"


Argh stupid voicemail.





Dr. Zul predicted that people in our class will get a TER of 70, seeing that all of us did so badly in the common tests.

I was worried as heck la!


Surpassed my personal aim. WAY surpass my aim!

What I mean is, ZOMGWTFBBG WAAAY surpassed my aim!

Surprised as heck, but so NOT the SPM kind!

To hope for a TER of anything more than 95 was like asking my mom for a bungalow la, you know, like very exceeding like that.

But only by God's grace.

Thank you Lord.









(I know it sounds a little stupid, to be so excited over a non-99 TER, but believe me when I say, I expected a lot less of myself.
And I would've totally kicked myself if all the skipping class and refusing all social outings didn't bear fruit.
The two months leading up to the finals were like hell, partly due to the SATs and the TOEFL, but also because I realized my grades so far had been crap, and I needed, I mean needed, to get my ass into my study chair and actually STUDY!

You should see all the stuff I put up on my study table to motivate myself!

Dr. Seuss's Oh the Places You Will Go!, and this note I wrote to myself, telling present-Chooiyen that future-Chooiyen would be ever so grateful if present-Chooiyen would actually study!)







Anyhoo.

Gotta go the Curve to meet up with a buncha friends soon.

Slept two hours before this, cannot sleep now.

Like that how to drive? Road hazard I tell you.


Bye world!

Nervousness la!

Can you hear it?

Like a cross between a bass drum being hit and the loud, random clanking of metal pots and pans.

That, my friends, is my heart refusing to calm itself.

Shit I am scared.

Who cares what you get in PMR. You're moving on to Form 4 anyway.

Who cares what you get in SPM, you're getting into A-Levels/SAM/ICPU/foundation anyway.

Who cares what you get in your pre-university exam? EVERYONE!
Bad results = no chance of going into good uni!

And results are out, so soon, so soon!

I don't want that whole SPM episode to repeat itself la, suddenly get a C lidat.

Thank goodness we can check it online prior to retrieving the slip in college.
Thank goodness for sparing us the humiliation of, well, everything actually.

Scream if you did good, cry of you did bad.

And my heart still won't quiet down.

Post not worth reading (really!)

So I just received the most valuable Christmas present ever.

From someone I got to know 1.5 weeks ago.

Everyone exuded so much warmth, if it was winter here, you wouldn't need heaters. It was weirdly unsettling initially.

Christmas this year is going to be totally wonderful, can't you just tell?

* * * * *

My mom is asking me to go for National Service next year. Sighh I'd rather bum around at home.

Okay no. I'd rather look for a job, earn a little money, and..... buy something.

Or I could bum around at home.

Whatever la, I'm in no mood to do anything lately.

Essays not written, cancelled one college off my To-Apply list because I was too lazy to finish 2 essays required in the pre-application due December 15 [too late now anyway (me mom would slaughter me if she found out)], worried as heck over the impending disaster that is my SAM results, and I have a crazy hankering for doughnuts.

I have a good mind to drive off to Sunway Pyramid just to get them. I don't know the way to Pavilion, by the way.

I'm in the mood for, uh, nothing, except go out with friends, and eat doughnuts.

And I love-hate my blog, I think. Right now I love it less.

Simply put - I am in a Complaining Mood.

I think it comes right before That Time Of The Month.


Thankyou and goodbye.


(Having a blog makes people complain more, of course. Did you realize?)

Adding to the noooooiiiise!

I mentioned My Chemical Romance played "Dessert Song" and the crowd was silent the whole time? I actually meant they played "Desert Song". LOL I think MCR is hardly the kind of band to sing about sweets and dessert.


I realized something.

I realize what we had were VIP tickets.

We kind of assumed that all Red Zone tickets were VIP tickets (you know, had "VIP" printed on them to layan you a bit), and went in through the same gate.

They actually had a VIP entrance! We should've entered that!

Would easily have been at the first two rows then!

*heartache*



During the show, these huge orange lights started flashing, right, and people around me had their hands raised and moving synchronously to the beats.

I got this deja vu feeling, and I later realize it was exactly like this -



Can you see it?



Exactly like that! LOL it was like art coming to life, or something. Pretty cool.

The Black Parade is a pretty epic-y album, actually. Not that it is an Epic Album in itself, just that the songs have an epic feel to them, very ideal for stadium shows.

For some reason, I feel that stadiums and bright lights and large, enthusiastic crowds cheering have a very Heroic and Epic atmosphere.

That was the 'feel' I wanted to portray in the class page anyway. 5S6 with drive and motivation of epic proportions, ahah. ("We soar!")



Anyway I went to MTV Asia, it's always a good source of information on who's coming to Asia and which band is performing.

And - Switchfoot is playing in Singapore in January!

That band that got me through my hell-ish PMR days.

(PMR was a tough period for me, I have no idea why. It was SPM and SAM mashed together, plus a dash of tears and a whole load of stress. But I was only 15 then!)

"More than fiii-ine, more than bent on getting by, more than just oh-kay!"

And they're not playing in KL?

* * * * *

Results out next week. One minute I'm excited, the next minute I'm nervous / worried as heck. I have no idea how I did, you know. It could go both ways.

Best Friend back from that land far, far away!

Parade at the Padang

RED Zone bay-beh!

We were right up front!

Right up front!!

The My Chemical Romance concert, if you are wondering.

It was waay awesome, 'cause it was drizzling, so everyone was wet, and when the show started, people started moshing a bit, so basically we were all jumping, screaming, and squashed into slimy wet people.

Like I said, it was awesome.


Then this mat salleh guy in front of me started head banging, and the water droplets were flying off his hair and into my face.

But it was awesome.


They didn't play 'Heaven Help Us', they didn't play 'Disenchanted' (a lot of people were waiting for that), but it was still awesome.


I have to say it again - I was right up front!

OHHHH-SUUUM!


I actually spent more than 400 Ringgit for that Red Zone ticket.


My parents bought Green Zone (cheapest) tickets initially, but my sister and I wanted better seats, so we sold those to Isabel and bought Blue Zone tickets.

Then I figured, heck this is my sister's favourite band. No point standing so far away from the stage.

So we sold off the Blue Zone tickets for RM90 each (we bought them at RM163 unfortunately), and got the Red Zone tickets.


I have to say, the best thing about the most expensive tickets in any concert, is that it filters off the non-fans and the lukewarm-fans, and what you get are the hardcore (or somewhat hardcore) fans right up front.

And that means being in a totally CRAZY crowd.

In the words of Gerard Way, it was "effin' awesome"!

Not the best concert I've been to (that title is reserved for Linkin Park - LP!), but definitely very good.


Songs that induced monster reactions from the crowd were 'Teenagers' and 'Welcome to the Black Parade' (duh!). Oh, and 'I'm Not Okay'. My gosh, the crowd went WILD then!

It was kind of funny, the band then played 'Dessert Song', and the crowd was SO quiet!

I imagine only crazy-obsessed fans like my sister will know the words to that song. This girl paid RM200 for the special edition Black Parade album, RM100 for the 'Life at the Murder Scene' DVD, and had the first album (never sold in Malaysia) sent to her from U.S.

Oddly enough, she was actually contented with the cheap ticket. Until I nudged her into buying a better ticket (and offered to pay for her, urgh).


You know, even my parents enjoyed themselves.

My mom (who was at the seats, way behind) said she saw "kids" down at the field (where I was) being totally crazy, and said she was thankful she wasn't there. She don't know what she missin'.


So. Was it worth the RM323 price tag?

Nope. No 1.5 hours can be worth that much. But do I regret paying?

Heck no!

All I can say is, you guys should have went!

I tried selling off my tickets to people who listen and like MCR, but none of them wanted to buy unless I sold off at some ridiculously low price (isn't RM70 off low enough already?), or if they get the ticket for free.

You guys, you dunno what you missed!

Moral of the story?

Pay to watch a band you like, p'haps you'd learn first hand how drugs make you feel - absolutely high.

(I'm grateful for the rain, actually. Totally added to the "rock concert" atmosphere!)

SUM 41 / Chevelle please please please come to Malaysia! Someone said if (if!) I were to go off to the US, I'd probably have a good amount of chance to catch them live. (SUM 41 played near my bro's university last year - unfairrrr!)

But no! I want to hear them go "Hello Malaysia / KL!" 'cause I'd know they were playing for MY home crowd! Much cooler, no?

Thankyou for reading and goodbye!

Baaaaaaaannngs.

Can you believe it!

Have you ever seen someone with a horrible fringe / bangs, and you think to yourself, what was she thinking?

I got a hair cut today, and now I look absolutely positively lala!

That *&$# hairstylist gave me a fringe. He gave me a @#$% lala fringe!

Add to that the fact that I straightened me hair half a year ago, and what you have is one of those Japanese doll wannabe.

It'll take a YEAR before the stupid bangs grow out!

My sister's hairstylist. She's a regular there, but it was my first time. And last time, mark my words! I told him not too short.

CL says it's "cute". Everyone knows what that means. =(

I have a horrible looking friiiiiiiiiiinge!

I feel so self-conscious la.

* * * * *

This evening was really, really wonderful.

Horrible bangs aside, I'm feeling very, very contented!

To sum things up, is a quote I copied from someone from some message board -

"I love the fact that I've got my whole life ahead of me and it's gonna be freaking awesome!"

Life imitating art fairytales

That 'Enchanted' movie was like a smack in the face!

You know, I actually believe in that "love at first sight, happily ever after" crap.

And, I believe in soul mates (or in Enchanted's case, a Prince Charming).

And yeeeeess I totally believe in a "True Love's kiss".
(Exactly the reason why I don't think you should kiss every guy within kissing range.)
(What I mean is, first kisses are reserved for the soulmate-ish perfect someone.)


Yes I believe in out-of-the-blue singing, also!


The movie was okay.

It is worth a special mention though, 'cause I seem to have overtly idealistic / naive views on Love (spelled with an upper case 'L'!).

I never realized I was being so unrealistic (and I didn't realize it was so obvious), until someone asked me in a somewhat frustrated manner, "What, you think life is a fairy tale?!"

But me Close Friend defended me and said that if it's what stops me from sleeping around, then there's no harm having fairytale thoughts.


A loooong time ago, I had this girl-talk with my Close Friend, and I actually told her I 'know' when and where I would meet my soul mate.
(Somewhere faaaar away, and not in high school, nor in college, nor in the very near future!)

It seems sooo silly now, but yeah, I always thought life had these weird fairytale-like qualities.

Most time, it makes me very excited about life.

Ending this very abruptly. Ciao!

n. Australian. "Large, noisy celebration".

I was going through my photos folder (uploading photos I promised to share but have not actually gotten to sharing them) and look what I found!

Photos I never took.


















The photos people take when they know it isn't their camera.

A bunch of other camwhore-ish ones had very identifiable cam whores, which makes it wrong to post them I guess?

They were all taken on different days, so it shows how often I used to bring my camera to school.

Now compare that to the times I used my camera during college.

Other than taking the occasional photo, I hardly use it when I go out. Heck, I didn't even use it much during corroboree.

I still have the habit of feeling weird about giving my camera to Someone during group shots, when there are already 10+ outstretched hands holding out cameras to that Someone.

Obviously, I'd have to resort to stealing photos off people's blogs and bugging others to upload photos onto Friendster/Photobucket.

LOL by the 5th shot you'd get tired of smiling.

This is a not-so-subtle plea for photos of group shots! =)

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Speaking of corroboree, which is the Australian term for Prom (SAM, baby!), here's a photo I stole off Esther's blog. She wouldn't mind. I think.





It was the prom I didn't expect.

For one, I was unusually laid back about it.

I got my dress the day before prom, I bought it even though I didn't like the colour because I was too lazy to go on looking for the Perfect Dress.
(Plus, day before prom = running out of time)

Would you believe, the budget I set on my dress is way lower than what I spent on the MCR concert ticket? I need to get my priorities straight, or sumthin'.

An hour before prom, I was still at my computer, having cramps (that time of month, unfortunately).

I think Adeline and I were the only ones who hadn't done anything to our hair (mine was still slightly wet from last-minute bathing), and I had close to zilch make up on.

I was almost an hour late (thanks to the massive jam - has anyone else realized that there seem to be more big-ass jams lately?), and when I got there I realized all the girls were dressed up - I mean, really dressed up, with curled hair and in make-up done by pros.

Anyway, it was REAL nice seeing everyone dressed up properly for once.
(The last time we saw each other was during the finals, and at that time everyone had on a thick sweater to combat the ridiculous temperature in the testing rooms, everyone was really dressed down like that.)

Even the girl who cringes at the thought of putting on a skirt, let alone make up and heels, was dressed so nicely! -nudge nudge-

Esther had the nicest cheong sam on! And, it didn't exactly cost as much as I thought cheong sams would cost.

Me mom still thinks buying cheong sams are a waste, because I wouldn't have the proper occasion to wear it. I dunno, wear it at home also nice guar?

When I got home and my mom asked me what we did, I had no idea how to answer her.

We didn't exactly eat, for we left the table early, to take photos. So basically the entire night was spent taking photos. (None of us danced, 'cause apparently you have to know how to dance really touchy-feely, kisskisskiss.)

Still, it was a good night.

I pretty much went only because I felt it would be the only proper closure to 11 months of being together, constantly knee chin-deep in tests and assignments.

It was a proper closure, because we didn't have a graduation ceremony or anything like that.

Woulda been even more wonderful if people like Catherine could join us though.

We took our last photo of G10 (with mentor Mr. Yap), and called it a night.

I know a lot of people were disappointed with the CHS prom last year, but I guess most of us have our own ideas of how the ideal prom should be, so anything less would be a disappointment.

So, expectations aside, SAM Corroboree was good.

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Tagged. My uh, second ever meme?


1. The person who tagged u is?
Yee Phang

2. Ur relationship with him/her is:
(ex-) classmate, lunch buddy!

3. 5 impressions u have of him/her:
Conservative (very!). Unpredictable. Daring. Homebody? Family oriented?

4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:
Gave me tickets to watch Good Charlotte live. VIP tickets somemore!

5. If he/she becomes ur lover, u will:
Probably not have babies. Haha.

6. If he/she becomes ur lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:
Stop getting lured away from the group by stalls giving out free stuff =)

7. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:
Uhhh be very afraid. Heck, be afraid even if she's your friend, this girl takes photos of you (without you knowing) at your most unflattering moment!

8. The most desirable thing u want to do for him/her now is:
Fulfil her, er, hope? Go to Miri once and for all lol.

9. Ur overall impression of him/her is:
A gooood friend.

10. How u think ppl around u will feel about u:
Eh? I dunno, different groups of people have different impressions of me?

11. The characteristic that u love about urself is:
Um, reasonably optimistic about the future?
Okay, very optimistic about the future.
(Is that a characteristic?)

12. The characteristic u hate about urself is:
My inability to accept praises. Dunno, just tend to "cancel out" praises by pointing out my own faults. (Fui says you should criticize me when you see me, else I'd be very upset. -Fui says!-)

13. The most ideal person u want to be is:
Myself. No one else.

14. For ppl that care and like u, say something to them:
Thanks. Like, so so much.

15. THE 10 VICTIMS:
You x 10. Anything la.

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End of post.

All filler, No killer

Keep in mind, I sometimes exaggerate a little when I blog.

(I'm talking about my last post, and all the posts before that.)

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Watch this vid! Funny as heck!



I imagine Asian American parents are more uptight about B's than Asian-Asian parents.

My parents are okay with B's, but I think that's 'cause they don't expect a lot from us, LOL.

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Eek, I got the score report from CollegeBoard today. I realize 670 is a very bad score to get.

Definitely lower than the 25th percentile of almost all Very Selective Schools.

So what do I do now? Take the test again in January and opt for rush reporting (and pay exxxtra cash)?
(Very enticing option)

Cross my fingers and hope I do so unbelievably-magically well on my SAM finals that admission officers cut me some slack?

Apply to "second tier" schools? (Okay so there's no such thing as second tier schools, college education is really what you make out of it.)

It is insane that this Chinese guy got 780 for Maths Level 2, and complain in his blog that he is "disappointed, could've done better".

It makes me feel incompetent.

You think it's worth it, taking the subject tests again?

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I think I need to change the blog layout and stuff, y'know, revamp it a little.

Sorry, this is a filler kind of post.

I'm uploading photos onto Photobucket, and I can hardly do two things at the same time.

One more week till My Chemical Romance's concert, and since the entire family (of four) is going, the entire family will have to miss my cousin's engagement ceremony!

My cousin's half Malay, I would've really liked to see how it goes, the gifts-exchange and all. Woulda been pretty cool.

I wonder what my aunts and uncles and cousins would think about my mom going to a rock concert.

My mom going to a rock concert.

My mom going to a rock concert.

My mom going to a concert!

My mom has never been to a concert before, if you must know, and she thinks Linkin Park is hardcore and Way Too Noisy.

She told my bro (who is about to embark on his 2-year missionary trip) that she has to experience a live rock show before she dies.

Thumbs up to her!