Way Long

Here it is.

Oh, this is not about me being emo…

With the somewhat unforeseen rejection of my enrollment into Lehigh, thus having no plan B, I’m pitted against several different options that boggles my short span of an attention and just makes me go WHAT THE EFF… So it seems that I don’t take rejection too well… especially after being told that I have good chances getting accepted and I should concentrate mainly on the sole option and brush the others aside, options perhaps that would’ve been way more interesting that what I was suggested to pursue.

When it comes to things like this, I really have no sense of direction. Grabbing life by the balls would be a midget reaching the top shelf for me. Should I be a politician in the future, my administration would crumble like Michael Jackson’s reputation a sandcastle in Phuket on the 26th of December of 2004 (Extreme, much…?) Hell, I would follow people’s mere suggestions and pursue it as lifelong dream.

Putting it simply, I have no idea what to do in life.

Well, there’s a basic idea, but the basic idea’s eliminated by another basic idea,
which is being considered by another basic idea, and then being reconsidered by the first basic idea, then another basic idea comes in and before I know it, I’m out of basic ideas. It was at first with Lehigh ‘oooh, something to do with maths or music… perhaps both since Lehigh can do stuff like that’ THAT’S WHAT I WANTED TO DO WTF. Now it’s like ‘computerengineeringactuarialsciencehmmmmaybenotwellhowaboutbusinessorsomethinglikethatsinceitpaysalotzomg’

I would really consider journalism, but the fact my mom would bring me down by saying stuff like ‘UR NOT PASIONATE BOUT JURNALIZM HOWZ U GONNA DO IT LOL U DUN REED BOOKZ HOWZ U GONNA GET UR WRITING SKILLZ DOWN YO U SHUD STARTZ REEDIN BOOKZ AND IMPRUV UR WRITIN SKILLZ’. Since I would consider myself to have average writing skills, I wouldn’t dare challenge, since the last time I heard average just don’t cut it in the journalism world. So I pretty much was like:

…Yup… emo, no…?

So… what it comes down to right now is UTAR for 3 years immediately doing my degree in actuarial science should they accept my SAT results used in the states. If not, then Taylor’s it is, doing perhaps the same thing or journalism (skrew reeding yo i dun need bookz as am 4mer spellin bee champien of skool n speek english lotz).

Yes, this is another one of my bitchy-ass rants, but this is the only way I can let it all out. This blog is my escape and everyone’s free meager unnoticed entertainment, so everyone’s happy… somewhat.

YAY EMO!

PS: No, I’m not being emo… just expressive with a slice of non-serious based comments otherwise known as sarcasm. Emo fags, love you all, but please, don’t salute by cutting yourselves reading my blog… We still need some dark clowns running the streets making us losers looking superior.

PPS: NO COMMENTS WTF?! I’LL SEE YOU ALL IN HELL!!! (whoopsiedoodles…)

So eventually, after 6-7 pages of filling stuff up, about a 3 month period for an evaluation of 3 Common App essays from my sister, a stock-pile full of supplements and letters of recommendations and a 65USD fee, it turns out my enrollment into Lehigh University, was rejected.

…Well, that just sucks.

With that out of the way right now, I’m on the brink of desperation with possible future options of where I’m going.

Getting a bit frantic right here, but hey, shit happens. Period.

Although it has been said that a handful people actually have enough interest from their everyday lives to read my blog, I on one hand didn’t think that it would matter enough that people would have enough interest in it to ask me for an update. Flattered as I am, I looked back at old blog, wiping off the virtual dust that has been there ever since I stopped blogging last summer, and a small sort of an epiphany hit me. It’s not as a matter of how good bad horrible mediocre my writing was, nor how unappealing and uninteresting it is, it’s just a matter of me, writing what I want to share to 170+ people or more about everyday excursions in my daily strands of life.

I would’ve used blogger.com, but the templates are kinda frustrating in the sense that if it doesn’t work, you’ll just have to go back through the tiny minor details just to make it right. That just tries my patience in minor ways that could trigger a stroke and a life on dialysis in the future. I deleted my old blog sometime ago just because I can’t adjust the templates to how I want it to be, and blog templates on other websites are just overrated and not really my style. Blogger.com is just another site that I have no patience to try and comprehend now… because that’s just how I roll. So I shall succumb to Friendster blogs until mainstream society hits in the face to tell me Blogger.com is the way to go… gh3y.

One of the joys of Friendster blogs is that once I have updated a post, even a post as meaningless as the future of Britney Spears something that’s a line long, an e-mail would go to the 170+ people on my friends list, pretty much saying ‘rant updated’. With Friendster blogs, at least people would know when I have something said and done, at least people would know that I’m still alive enough to type shit and at least people would have a small smidget of a chance to maybe check it out.

With that said and done, and as not to disappoint some, a short recap of what happened to me after the summer:

1. After 9 months in San Diego, California, I was transferred to Springfield, New Jersey *sings The Simpsons theme* for the remaining 3-4 months of my stay as an exchange student. The change happened under the kind acceptance of my sister’s former family, and that happening has saved me from possibly heading back early just because some Californians have high standards and expectations.

2. Life in Springfield NJ was greater than my life in SD, despite the obvious change of location to nice sunny beaches and slightly warmer weather to an East Coast norm of a suburb. From TP high school, I went to JD (Jonathan Dayton) high school, from a school of 2900 students to one with about 520. Adjustment was a better with the smaller population, as word spreads around faster of a tall exchange student from Malaysia transferring from California.

3. Three days before I turned 19, I arrived home after a torturous 30+ hour journey from the East Coast to Malaysia (Transferring flight from Hong Kong to Singapore was canceled, therefore another straight flight to KL was given to us. The catch: flight arrives 13 hours later).

4. Now being home for over a month, life here has been a mix of opposites. Like there’s the fun moments which are really great, then there’s the weekdays where I have no job. The gym would be my occasional escape, but obviously there’s more to life out there then looking weak and flimsy in a gym.

5. Mentioned right before, life back home has the mix of opposites. There’s also the moments that strike you just like DAT. Like a week after my arrival, I was driving my grandfather’s car and got into an accident with it. The whole front of the car was more messed up than Shaq’s jump shot imagined possible in such a small slow crash in a neighborhood intersection, with a busted radiator, V-shaped front and driver-seat door unable to fully open. Basically what happened was I was making a left turn out of a T-junction. Another driver was overtaking a stopped bus (Which is illegal in the states, and can cause a fine up to 500USD and perhaps suspension of license unless argued in court), thus merging into the right lane, and before I knew it, we compared fronts. In short, it was her fault, and not mine (YEA-YUH!).

*Phew* That should keep people satisfied for another 5 months or so…

PS: Leave comments or die…

So this all started way back long ago in the beginning of the summer, which was June the something… I think it was the 11th… or something like that… whenever it was, it was decided as the beginning of June. Summer. Yay! Joyous wonderous joys. Magnifico! Shezzam, bada-bing, bada-boom, yippi-ki-yay, bom chicka wah wah, yeehaw, ya’ll etc…

So it started with me moving to my support coordinator’s house where my host family dumped me (Exaggeration), discontinuing hosting me after about 6 months staying in Carmel Valley due to inexplicable and unforseen reasons of disinterest.

After that which my parents picked me up and we toured around California together.

That was fun. I mean, after finally seeing someone related to me after 6 months is somewhat of a relief, a sigh to let the bad air out, etc etc.

So, one San Francisco later, with the parents gone, I ended up at my chapter leader’s house, fated to spend the whole summer there.

The town which they were in was a tiny little town of Kensington, just a little bit on the outskirts of San Diego. It wasn’t particularly close to anything special or significant other than Fashion Valley Mall and San Diego State, but it was almost categorized as a small town. There wasn’t much to do unless you have the wheels to get you around.

I, for one, don’t have that advantage.

So for the summer, I’ve made the astounding breakthrough by learning to ride the bus like a loser.

Bus fares was $2.25, and that could get you anywhere on the buses and trolley (Train) to anywhere in San Diego. Might be cheap and efficient (And environmentally friendly for those tree huggers), but considering the amount of stops, transitions to routes and sometimes to different modes of transport, just getting downtown to San Diego, compared to a 15 minute drive, has a 25 minute difference, which means taking a bus downtown from Kensington would take about 40 minutes on average.

Fashion Valley in particular, compared to at most a 10 minute drive, takes about 30 minutes to get there. And that’s the one place where I watch all the summer’s latest movies… which is what I’ve spent most of my July doing: going to the theater.

Some trips were really worthwhile, like there was that one time where I watched both Ratatouille and Transformers in one sitting, as well as one trip where I watched both Rush Hour 3 and The Bourne Ultimatum, and both latter movies were watched for free. So, there’s that advantage that you’re already in the cinema and not going back out for a second pay. I mean, what could be better than a free second movie.

Sure, it sounds kinda sad, makes me sound like I have nothing better to do, but that’s just it: I have nothing better to do.

One reason I can’t connect to my ‘friends’: Carmel Valley is about 20 minutes drive away from Kensington, and the fact that my ‘friends’ don’t know where Kensington is makes it all the more inaccessible. Plus, it’s totally not worth the drive. In short, it’s too far away.

One thing I did manage to do over the summer I could never forget: The International San Diego Comic-Con 2007.

That was one trip worth the half hour bus ride, I have to say.

Sold out, jam packed, brushing shoulders, eye candy, weird people, explosm.net, free stuff, good times… I guess, considering what I have planned for the summer: NOTHING!

So after Comic-Con, another change was set into play. First there was the short one week stay over at another AFS volunteer’s house, a small house behind some apartments out in the vast smallness of Vista, near Fallbrook.

The desert.

One phrase that describes summer in the desert: DAMN, BLOODY, HOT LAH!!!

At around 10am in the morning, the sun would shine at its brightest, glaring onto the Earth, making it so hot it’s like Hell on Earth. Compared to other places, such as real deserts (e.g. Borrego Springs, Phoneix AZ) and up in the midwest and places south of the country, it apparently wasn’t that hot. But damn, if 99 degrees fahrenheit isn’t considered hot, you’re inhuman (Do the math. 99 degrees fahrenheit is about 37 degrees celcius).

Thank freaking God that house was air conditioned.

So after a week there out in the middle of nowhere, it was back to the chapter leader’s house for a few days.

And now, here I am, at another temporary host’s house, sitting in for a couple weeks looking for another permanent placement. Because of my temporary placement, I’m not able to attend school for the first couple weeks. Sweet? Not really, since I’ve been doing nothing already for the past 2 months. Doing nothing tends to get old real quick.

Things will work out… Sure…

The San Diego International Comic-Con 2007: The largest turn-up in Comic-Con history. The first time it was ever sold out, and the first time it could handle as much people as there were Persians in the movie 300.

It was so hard to move around that you could just breath down everyone’s neck.

So, it was Sunday, the last day of the 4 day festival. There were still as much people as there was prior to 2 days where it was sold out for a week.

People everywhere (Even kids) were dressing up in costumes. I decided to be ‘Normalman’ and just blend in with the crowd of people brushing shoulders… or ‘Foreign-exchange-boy’.

How cool is it to wear one of those costumes… to be Batman, the Green Lantern, Cardboardman, or even Jesus, must’ve been one of a kind.

Basically what the convention was was a huge mega-store stretching as long as 3 football fields. All sorts of limited edition junk like a 90 dollar light saber to a 2 foot 400 dollar action figure was up for grabs… and people were just going crazy.

Kratos, however, was not for sale. Then again, I wouldn’t want someone who killed his wife and kid to sitting on my shelf holding Medusa’s head… not worth my couple hundred bucks.

What I can say is probably worth getting for (Being a biased Final Fantasy fan) is these Final Fantasy figurines ranging from 90 to 400 bucks. What geeky loser-ish living-with-mom Final Fantasy fan would not pass up an opportunity to collect them all… like freaking Pokémon.

Honestly though, it still does look pretty cool.

I also met up with the guys who’ve created the genius stick figure comic site explosm.net, commenting on how much we prayed to them every single night and send them clippings of our hair as well as our naked pictures. All of that and I managed to get a free sketch from Kris, as well as all the other people such as Rob DenB, DaveM, and Matt.

The explosm guys were at the booth with Maddox, who was MIA (Webmaster of thebestpageintheuniverse.com) and the guys from Tomorrow’s Nobodies, a cool and funny internet cartoon (tomorrowsnobody.com). It’s obviously not one of the spectacular booths like the Sci-fi Channel booth, the PlayStation booth nor the Pirates of the Carribean booth, but it did receive as much attention as the others. There were no shortages of them giving out free sketches and autographs to fat pimply-faced comic book guys. Goes to show how random sketching of stick men could go a long way.

One thing I least expected to see there was cars, seeing as to how this is a COMIC convention and not a car convention… but then again, they did have some cars: One being a modded out 1970s Chevrolet Corvette that was in something that looked like Scarface, and Hot Wheels’ very own hot rod (Buh huh huh).

Ugly, yes, but it turns heads… and although it might not have an engine, what’s important is that you THINK it’s fast.

Another feature, or rather features of comic-con was the large figurines scattered all over.

Some booths go way out just to attract tons.

All spectacular eye-candy, and worth taking pictures of.

Lastly, another thing I like about this convention is the random exhibitions. Like for example there was this one exhibition were local fans from all over put up their colored and decorated Darth Vader helmets up for display.

This is the original Darth Vader helmet (D’uh…), then again, it would be cool if the Sith Lord actually wore something like this:

So, overall, Comic-con, the wonderful annual convention has tons of stuff and it’s worth the $15.00 ticket just to get in. Few things that’re disappointing: NOT having a shitload of cash, NOT having a large Chevrolet truck to bring the shitload of stuff home, and NOT having to buy anything at all that day.

Oh well… there’s always next year. 

Wow, a blog from me all of a sudden. Whatever crawled into my head and sparked an urge for me to type out again… must be the fact that I’m spending 80% of my time in a week at home staring at virtual things and laughing like a psycho patient.

Accomplished feats in the past few weeks:
1. Cleaning up after the dog (As in bagging its shit). I’d never thought I’d spend the summer learning something like this, but by golly, you’d never know whether you’d wake up one day and realize you need a sex change.
2. Learning how to use the bus, as in going online and looking up the maps and shit. Buses are for losers. You know what’s fast? A car with a GPS navigation system. Should save me 120% of the time in my life, but nooo…
3. Be a total standstill for a whole day. I had freaking cobwebs and spiders all over my clothes, and what seems like a minute was actually a nanosecond.

Yup, I’ve pretty much accomplished what a turd could’ve done with a bicycle: Nothing.

But however, there was that trip around California with my parents for a couple weeks, so the summer wasn’t a total loss.

Of course I can’t just stand by and let this monstrosity of a waste of time go past me. I’ve gotta take action, initiative, the synonyms of words that’s the same as initiative and action, etc…

…I’ve got to go to the International Comic-Con this Sunday.

What to expect this Sunday at the Comic-Con? It says on their website (http://www.comic-con.org) that Nicholas and Weston Cage will make a special guest appearance, it’s a special Kids day specially for kids (Hence the special day title thingamajig), loads of merchandise, gamespot.com’s gonna be there, explosm.net, comic book nerds from all nooks and crannies, etc etc.

I’m just pissing my pants thinking about it.

I was holding up that oath that I should take up surfing, but seriously, is 70 bucks worth a 2 hour lesson in the hot 33 degree weather with a nice group of strangers learning how to stand up on a board riding a 2 foot wave?

*scoffs* Yeah, it’s totally worth it.

Just that I’m too lazy to do it.

Oh well, it’ll kick in eventually.

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I’m kinda lazy about my trip to California. I’ll say what I said to everyone else who asked about it: We went up to Santa Monica, LA, Monterey, San Francisco, and back. I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

The sky at Venice Beach.

Disneyland California’s tiny shitty little castle (Not to be mistaken for White Castle).

Godzilla’s star on the Walk of fame. King Kong’s was somewhere on the other side. Werewolf guy must be hella pissed…

He’s so tough that star can kick your ass!

Me shanking Zorro

Mom and Dad trying to be super mega diddly awesomenly insanely without-a-shadow-of-a-doubt fofanny coolerz (Yup, my dad’s a stud and my mom’s a hot chick. Need I say more? For our’s sake, I beg not).

The Golden Gate Bridge.
Heaven has a new name: San Francisco.

Monterey Bay.

End.

Due to constant worries and complaints (Mom…) I have finally decided to wipe the digital dust off this wretched blog, pick up the digital pen, apply my not-so-digital brain and make a ‘whoop-whoop-voila’ and update my deserted blog.

Yes, this is it. Hurrah, hip-hip, hooray, cheezos meneezos, great gasping galloping gooses of Gongaga, etc.

So, anyway, like guvna Ahnuld says…

*drumroll*

I’M BACK!!!11ONE LOLZERS (He actually said ‘Ail be back’, but whatever…)

…

*cricket sounds*

No one really cares what happened, do they…?

So, there was the prom that happened about exactly a week ago (May the 26th), and yes, it was fun, it was joyful, it was memorable, something I would never forget, bla bla bla, etc, etc…

So, it all started with me falling asleep at 2.30 (I needed some extra sleep for the after party), and me waking up at 3.30, before I knew, I had about an hour to get ready for the prom. 15 minutes to get dressed, 5 minutes to get other stuff ready, about another 5 minutes to take a few pictures, before I knew it, I was ahead of time, I could not help but notice how oh-so-handsomely attractive I look with my wonderful magical sparkly shiny tuxedo OF DOOM!!!

…yea, so after that, I set off for Federica’s (Italian girl) with her date, Claudio (Brazilian guy) and there we took a bit more pictures just to showcase how kick-ass we look in formal attire.

OMG WE LOOK SOOOOO HOT!!!!111 LOLLIPOP

…

So anyway, after that little bit, we headed down South to a beautiful beach town called La Jolla, where we’re supposed to meet up with Federica’s group and, surprise, take more pictures (The prom is such a big deal over here, so it never kills anyone to take a lot of pre-prom pictures, but seriously, it’s come to a point where it’s ridiculous). The group picture’s available in my profile pictures.

With dilating pupils and going almost blind, we headed off for dinner, at a random-ass Chinese restaurant. Earlier I vowed that I wouldn’t come all the way to San Diego and have Chinese food, but I broke that vow the moment I ate Phu (Vietnamese food), so, screw what I said before. I had Singaporean Street Noodles that night (Malaysian equivalent to the fried hawker curry noodles), and for some reason, it didn’t really taste like the streets of Singapore… suck…

After dinner, limo time. Unfortunately, I have no picture of the limo, but then again, who hasn’t seen a limo before…

With the limo, we headed off to a place called the Loews Coronado, a fancy 5-star island hotel off Coronado. We were early and so we managed to get our OFFICIAL LEGITIMATE BONA FIDE PROM PICTURES OF DOOM before everyone else. I still don’t have it yet, but I’ll try to post it up as soon as I can get it… when, I have no clue.

So, music’s already started, people were already getting it on (Uh-huh-huh) dancing, and basically that’s what we did 95% of the time: dancing. There was never a slow dance, as all they played were club music, such as rap and hip-hop songs, ranging from Usher’s Yeah to Sir Mix-a-Lot’s Baby’s Got Back (Can you believe they actually played a song where the first few lines were I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE! at a high school prom where there were some pretty, well, not pretty, I meant, very, horizontally challenged chicks…? Oh well, we danced to it anyway). It would help a lot if they did play some slow songs, since we’re all dressed in formal attire and might as well be part of the theme, but that’s just me being bitchy old-fashioned.

Before we knew it, it was already 10.30pm and it was time to head off.

This is us supposedly dancing (Kinda hard tell, even for me at that time, because lights were flashing everywhere, cameras were flashing everywhere, seeing fat chicks everywhere, it was basically a triple threat to the eyes). And yes, I do look a bit skinnier, which is why I don’t bother smiling in photos.

The limo seems to be THE place to camwhore. I mean, THE place, to take pictures of everything.

Lesbian, to be or not to be…? You be the judge.

FYI, no, they really aren’t. They’re just… close, and obviously you have to be a complete dunce to realize that they really are making out. Gawd, whatever…S

So, that was basically prom night, the most fun-filling experience I’ve had in my AFS year this far. I’d tell you about the after-party, but… wait, there was no after party.

…or was there…?

I’ve said too much.

Can I have another prom? Please…?

I’ll belanja you to some drinks…

So, this is just an tiny little update for everyone to know that I’m still alive… and at large.

…Nobody cares anymore now, do they…?

This is what loneliness can do to you: Blog.

Then again, a lot of things can make you blog, like feeling happy, having something interesting to talk about, reviewing what happened in the days events, getting high etc.

With that being said, how I wish I could be high have someone to talk to…

…in person…

…other than my host parents (I talk to them…)

I have to freaking come out of the closet now. I am a social paranoia.

If you show signs of:

1. Being mouse-like quiet
2. Not giving a flying fish about anything
3. Stressed out (Not completely, but somewhat halfway there)
4. Afraid of standing out/being noticed
5. Scared of huge crowds
6. Eating bacon (Bacon = Good, Canadian bacon = Good/o = God)
then congratulations, you’re in a similar situation as me where you feel like as though you ought to be like the dodo bird and never exist.

For those of you who’re advising me to take the initiative and bleeping do something, stop telling me that. Not to sound harsh, but I hate when I have things repeatedly said to me like as though I’m mentally challenged. I may be socially challenged and having problems in ‘koh-miu-nee-ka-schion’, but that’s the fact. I know you’re tempted to call me insecure and paranoid, but hey, at least I’m not reading a blog about some loser with social issues (HAHA OMGWTFLMAO INSULTED MYSELF LOLX XD pr0n <3).

…Okay, honestly though, I’m just bored.

This is a quick update to those who’re so worried about me not socializing and think that I’m still stuck in my hollow shell of a mind here.

I have people that considered me ‘friends’ (Oh gosh, that’s so bleeping sad…) but I still haven’t got to hanging out with people yet or going out. I want to, seriously, I do, but I feel like as though everything I do is so awkward and weird.

Damn, I feel like singing Adam’s Song or something…

I’ve never thought, I’d die alone, 
I laughed the loudest who’d have known…

Uh-oh, starting to sound sad again…

Tra-lalalala…

Seriously though, I think I’ve watched Jackass Number Two like a gachillion times, and I’ve known every single stunt they’ve pulled off (My favorite was the ‘The Valentine’), and I’ve watched the Borat movie the same amount of times (I can even memorize the official name of the movie, which is Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan), but I still haven’t got to watching 300! Like, good God, I mean, come on!

I’m actually angry at myself now for not having watched 300 and hearing people say how kick ass it was.

How I would kill to see a movie about Greeks being outnumbered…

Why…

…I know you’re tempted to advise me again, but please, don’t. I know by the power of Hades Zeus Olympus my super-smart mind that you will tell me something I’ve heard before.

And just so you know, Aidan’s seven. Even if he wanted to shoot me and not attend my funeral when he grows up, he’d have to survive a lifetime without television and computer games to be able to even remember to do so. I mean, thanks to TV and the PlayStation2, I think I had amnesia when I was 8 (So much for being super-smart). Anyway, we’re okay… well, initially, we were, just that spoiled kids can throw off pretty hardcore tantrums.

Whoops, I bitched said too much.