It's been a while....
On the eve of my departure on a long and hopefully eventful road-trip to Sibu, I type this post.
Hmm. I feel so darn philosophical today, no idea why. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I finally know where I'm headed in the coming years.
The United States of America, bay-beh! Oh yea! (Oh JPA, how I love you so!)
Back to the topic at hand, I'm heading off on a well-deserved roadtrip to Sibu with nothing more than the clothes on my back, 3 days worth of travel necessities and the company of my family.
Call it a coming of age ceremony, a family tradition or whatever; I'm really looking forward to this trip!
Expect me to be back within a few days or so just in time for Gawai!
Gayu Guru Gerai Nyamai! (Wait, did I spell that right?)
XD XD XD
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Un-American Idol
*Warning. The following pictures may not be work safe. Beware! You have been WARNED*
As I painstakingly struggled to get my ass up at 8 in the morning to catch the finale of American Idol Season 8, a sense of foreboding loomed over me.
A little voice spoke from the deep recesses of my mind where painful and disturbing memories were locked away, never to be remembered of again. It said:
"Adam Lambert, the sexay hot dude you constantly salivate over is going to lose American Idol! Spare yourself the horror of watching him wallow in horror and shame as his ultimate plan to win Idol, consequently promoting and legalising gay marriage shatter to pieces."
But I shrugged it off for there was no way Adam Lambert could ever lose to the likes of Kris (shouldn't it be CHRIS?) Allen, as homosexual as Adam might be.
With hopes held up high, knowing full well that Adam will emerge victorious as he did for so many weeks on the show, I switched on the boob tube (television la) and watched.
For 2 hours, I endured through performances by the Top 13 and other big names in the music industry, all the while anxiously waiting for that announcement that will SURELY crown Adam Lambert this year's American Idol.
I'll have to admit, the antics of Norman Gentle, the square off between Bikini girl and Kara DioGuardi as well as Tatiana Del Toro's sudden barging onto stage to receive her Golden Idol Award were entertaining in its own right but DAMMIT where wasAdam Lambert's super hawt, supposedly nude pictures on American Idol.
As I painstakingly struggled to get my ass up at 8 in the morning to catch the finale of American Idol Season 8, a sense of foreboding loomed over me.
A little voice spoke from the deep recesses of my mind where painful and disturbing memories were locked away, never to be remembered of again. It said:
"Adam Lambert, the sexay hot dude you constantly salivate over is going to lose American Idol! Spare yourself the horror of watching him wallow in horror and shame as his ultimate plan to win Idol, consequently promoting and legalising gay marriage shatter to pieces."
But I shrugged it off for there was no way Adam Lambert could ever lose to the likes of Kris (shouldn't it be CHRIS?) Allen, as homosexual as Adam might be.
With hopes held up high, knowing full well that Adam will emerge victorious as he did for so many weeks on the show, I switched on the boob tube (television la) and watched.
For 2 hours, I endured through performances by the Top 13 and other big names in the music industry, all the while anxiously waiting for that announcement that will SURELY crown Adam Lambert this year's American Idol.
I'll have to admit, the antics of Norman Gentle, the square off between Bikini girl and Kara DioGuardi as well as Tatiana Del Toro's sudden barging onto stage to receive her Golden Idol Award were entertaining in its own right but DAMMIT where was
Ehem, I mean when is the results going to be announced. Argh. The wait is killing me!
Anyhoo, the moment of truth slowly ticked closer with each and every passing second. As Ryan Seacrest stood on the stage of the Nokia Theater with both Adam and Kris, I sat on the edge of my seat, with white-knuckled grip on its armrest.
"Out of 100 million votes, this year's winner is............."
KRIS ALLEN!!!!!
Total WTF moment there, I tell ya.
I stood silent, speechless and dumbstruck. This can't be. Kris Allen friggin' won! That can't be happening. It's like multiplying 1 by 1 to get a 2. No friggin' way.
Then, I slipped into a moment of blind rage and fury, cursing all those voters who should have instead voted for Adam but unfaithfully defected over Kris. I SWEAR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND HURT YOUR LITTLE PUPPIES. IF YOU DON"T HAVE PUPPIES, I WILL EAT ALL THE CAKE IN YOUR HOUSE! How's that huh, biznatch?? AHAHAHA
As my rage subsided and rational thought descended upon me, I googled up "Adam Lambert" to find others who were also in the same pickle as I was as well as pictures to put on this blog post of mine.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
Now I know why all those Adam voters defected to Kris.
That's Adam, btw.
EW. DO NOT WANT.
Anyhoo, the moment of truth slowly ticked closer with each and every passing second. As Ryan Seacrest stood on the stage of the Nokia Theater with both Adam and Kris, I sat on the edge of my seat, with white-knuckled grip on its armrest.
"Out of 100 million votes, this year's winner is............."
KRIS ALLEN!!!!!
Total WTF moment there, I tell ya.
I stood silent, speechless and dumbstruck. This can't be. Kris Allen friggin' won! That can't be happening. It's like multiplying 1 by 1 to get a 2. No friggin' way.
Then, I slipped into a moment of blind rage and fury, cursing all those voters who should have instead voted for Adam but unfaithfully defected over Kris. I SWEAR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND HURT YOUR LITTLE PUPPIES. IF YOU DON"T HAVE PUPPIES, I WILL EAT ALL THE CAKE IN YOUR HOUSE! How's that huh, biznatch?? AHAHAHA
As my rage subsided and rational thought descended upon me, I googled up "Adam Lambert" to find others who were also in the same pickle as I was as well as pictures to put on this blog post of mine.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
Now I know why all those Adam voters defected to Kris.
That's Adam, btw. EW. DO NOT WANT.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Gratitude
Thank you so much mom and dad. Not forgetting you too, lil sis. Thanks for standing beside me, always. Thanks for being there for me when I needed it most. And thanks for being the awesome mom and dad you always were.
Thank you to all my teachers who tolerated my antics in class for 11 years. Those lessons and values you taught me; I shall hold dear to my heart for as long as I live.
Thank you to all my friends in whom I confide in and found the true meaning of friendship.
Thank you to the Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam for considering my application for the scholarship and offering me an interview for the scholarship.
Thank you to all those I've befriended, met and had fun with for the past 18 years of my life. You all are integral, irreplacable pieces that complete me and make this world the best place to live in.
Above all, thank you to You, Dear Lord God for blessing me with such a wonderful life, such wonderful people to be around with, and for the opportunity of a lifetime.
Thank you for the JPA scholarship. Words can do me no justice to express my gratitude.
Hopefully, I can fulfill what my parents have always dreamt about but through their selflessness, have never asked of me.
A better life for them, me and all of us.
Thank you.
Thank you to all my teachers who tolerated my antics in class for 11 years. Those lessons and values you taught me; I shall hold dear to my heart for as long as I live.
Thank you to all my friends in whom I confide in and found the true meaning of friendship.
Thank you to the Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam for considering my application for the scholarship and offering me an interview for the scholarship.
Thank you to all those I've befriended, met and had fun with for the past 18 years of my life. You all are integral, irreplacable pieces that complete me and make this world the best place to live in.
Above all, thank you to You, Dear Lord God for blessing me with such a wonderful life, such wonderful people to be around with, and for the opportunity of a lifetime.
Thank you for the JPA scholarship. Words can do me no justice to express my gratitude.
Hopefully, I can fulfill what my parents have always dreamt about but through their selflessness, have never asked of me.
A better life for them, me and all of us.
Thank you.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Deja Vu
Why, oh why am I suddenly updating this blog of mine all the way from the United States? You readers may ask, "Shouldn't he be better spending his time preparing for the judges during the science fair itself?"
Fear not, fellow faithful readers of mine, for I am not in the US as some may think, but rather, safely at home.
OMGWTFBBQ???!!!!????
What the friggin' hell happened?
You know, I believed this incident had already occured to me once. I believe this post here would about sum things up.
Talk about deja vu.
So, here's just a brief run-down of the whole ordeal.
You've spent the past 4 months preparing for this very trip. American visas, travelling passports, project papers and other related items are painstakingly prepared and paid for.
Hotel arrangements and travel tickets to America have all been arranged prior to your departure for the Land of Democracy.
On the eve of the day that you would depart for America, instead of a sending off ceremony, a meeting is called in advance by the Ministry of Education with the sole purpose of TELLING you that you CAN'T GO!
OMGWTFBBQ???!!!!!!
After all that planning and forking out of money? Why should we NOT go?
The answer? Simple.
Better not to take risks with the H1N1 influenza.
Oh well, that was a fair enough decision. (That is, after a heated 2 hours of debate between the Ministry official and the parents on why they shouldn't go. Sigh)
Therefore, the only American thing I saw so far into this doomed trip to America was this hot guy here:
Let me clarify, I'm straight (I think?) but I still think he's hot. XD XD
Mmmmm, ain't he a stud-muffin?
Fear not, fellow faithful readers of mine, for I am not in the US as some may think, but rather, safely at home.
OMGWTFBBQ???!!!!????
What the friggin' hell happened?
You know, I believed this incident had already occured to me once. I believe this post here would about sum things up.
Talk about deja vu.
So, here's just a brief run-down of the whole ordeal.
You've spent the past 4 months preparing for this very trip. American visas, travelling passports, project papers and other related items are painstakingly prepared and paid for.
Hotel arrangements and travel tickets to America have all been arranged prior to your departure for the Land of Democracy.
On the eve of the day that you would depart for America, instead of a sending off ceremony, a meeting is called in advance by the Ministry of Education with the sole purpose of TELLING you that you CAN'T GO!
OMGWTFBBQ???!!!!!!
After all that planning and forking out of money? Why should we NOT go?
The answer? Simple.
Better not to take risks with the H1N1 influenza.
Oh well, that was a fair enough decision. (That is, after a heated 2 hours of debate between the Ministry official and the parents on why they shouldn't go. Sigh)
Therefore, the only American thing I saw so far into this doomed trip to America was this hot guy here:
Let me clarify, I'm straight (I think?) but I still think he's hot. XD XDMmmmm, ain't he a stud-muffin?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Off to the Land of Freedom, Democracy, and Probably Swine Flu
Well, as I sit here typing this post, I'm slowly counting down the seconds before I leave the comfortable confines of Kuching and dive head-first into what is literally called the Land of Dreams; The United States of America.
Oh gee, it's like leaving a small puddle of water we call Malaysia and venturing out into the open seas (America) where fishes (American gals) are aplenty. Hurr hurr.
On a more serious note, I find it rather surreal that I'm heading off to America to represent Malaysia at one of the most prestigious annual science fair (Geek Alert!).
Back in the day, when I was just a wee toddler stepping foot into SMK Batu Lintang, I've always admired seniors like Larry, Esther and Kelvin whenever it was announced that they would be flying off to the USA to the very same competition.
I've always fantasised about putting myself in their shoes and reliving the glory of the moment when they would come back home, a trophy in their hands and be greeted by the public as heroes who did their country proud.
It was always a far-fetched dream for me and it was something I thought was impossible for someone like me.
Yet, today, here I am. Awaiting the very seconds before I would be whisked off into foreign lands where their cultures are so vastly different than ours. Where its people are that of a First World Country. Where video gaming is an integral part of society.
Where its people were once governed by George W. Bush.
Oh. Crap.
Oh gee, it's like leaving a small puddle of water we call Malaysia and venturing out into the open seas (America) where fishes (American gals) are aplenty. Hurr hurr.
On a more serious note, I find it rather surreal that I'm heading off to America to represent Malaysia at one of the most prestigious annual science fair (Geek Alert!).
Back in the day, when I was just a wee toddler stepping foot into SMK Batu Lintang, I've always admired seniors like Larry, Esther and Kelvin whenever it was announced that they would be flying off to the USA to the very same competition.
I've always fantasised about putting myself in their shoes and reliving the glory of the moment when they would come back home, a trophy in their hands and be greeted by the public as heroes who did their country proud.
It was always a far-fetched dream for me and it was something I thought was impossible for someone like me.
Yet, today, here I am. Awaiting the very seconds before I would be whisked off into foreign lands where their cultures are so vastly different than ours. Where its people are that of a First World Country. Where video gaming is an integral part of society.
Where its people were once governed by George W. Bush.
Oh. Crap.
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