In my own universe

The fact that I'll be leaving in mere months have made myself a little bit out of touch, distant or whatever you call it. My thinking mode has gone over drive and I feel lazier. Its like whatever I do here won't really result in anything permanent. The thought of having to come back to college for a "special" semester in April just suck really. Why oh why do I have to come back when it really doesn't matter anymore? Past scholars here who went to the US didn't have to come back for two months of class. Ok now I'm just complaining. But I do feel like floating around and just live for the moment. Even at college sometimes I can't be bothered to socialize properly when hey I won't probably see you ever again in four years! (Don't take this to heart people, I've made good friends and you know who you are but I don't know if you people realize that I can be asocial at times, lol) Seriously though!


Illini update
Well this past week has been dominated by talk about housing, meal plans, visa and the Monday trip. I guess the Tiga Sekawan trio (Me-Aidil-Faruq) will be a reality! Haha I'm glad we'll be spending our "golden years" together in Illinois. LOL. Not to mention another 10 years after that. Hahah. We'll be true soulmates. We even have a business plan to promote Malaysia's fine gourmet. Faruq will be the comedian teh tarik maker, Aidil the model-cashier-dhal maker and me the roti canai and cendol quasi-chef. Cendol only available during winter. USD 1 for teh tarik, USD 3 for roti canai (this is gourmet baby). Cendol price TBC. That's to be confirmed. Lol. Now that is lame. (Just the last part. The plan is flawless.) Love you guys!

Nanti kite tebuk lubang kat lantai! Boleh nampak Mar!
For what? Nak buat phone line?
Boleh jugak.
Oit local calls are free lah.

Sorry for any misquote. That's how I remembered it. Hehehe.

Last days of semester 2

Guess what its the finals. I've got a calculus test tomorrow afternoon and here I am blogging happily. I realized that time do fly really fast and the end of semester two is approaching. It was just a few months ago I was in utter misery with 50 hour weeks (correct me if I'm wrong), piano lessons and uncertainty over if I was even going to fly!

But as I will be 17.3 years old in a matter of days, things are certainly a lot better with a lighter class load and of course the end of semester two.

I shall be looking forward to guiltless me time during the 3 week holiday even though I'll be studying for the AP tests that will be held in the beginning of special semester. I'll try to follow Amanda's plan that includes becoming a slave to the AP book whilst maintaining me time. Haha. And of course I'll have to start polishing on my piano if I'm going to ace (i mean pass) the ABRSM's grade 8. Not to mention I should also (finally) start on my driving so that I can drive the Nissan or maybe even the Honda. Haha its plausible though. The last but not the least of my holiday plans is to get fit. Lol but seriously though. I'll make myself jog every morning or something.

Four months and one week.

Four months and one week then bye bye to tropical weather and great cheap food and hello to seasonal wardrobes and central heaters!


Additional crapping - Looking forward to study in Obama's state (LOL). It might not be a fancy private university, but hell its number one for civil engineering. Plus my parents went to the same state to study when they were younger. My dad is even planning to get his college buddy to get me a good deal with a second hand car (yay! if he's serious lah). Even my dad is starting to dream.

Playing truant

I do not get the whole point of asking people to show up every week just to make them listen to stories with "morals" and/or the never ending black-and-white list of rights and wrongs. Silent nods, happy nods or inquiries for self-betterment are acceptable. But to question or disagree would be an abomination.


To play truant or to play with the fire? Play truant definitely.

Today

marks my 1st ever motorcycle ride.

Memories of the wind blowing against my hair with my hand permanently gripping the handle behind and the countless utterance of 'ohmyfuckinggod' every time there was a little bumper or corner shall forever be with me.

In with the world, out with the pigeon hole

Times are changing. But essentially individuals, I believe, do not really change. There will always be me in me and you in you. Surroundings, peers, jobs/schools, cars may change but a person's essence can never really change.

You may ask why am I being philosophical (oh so suddenly)? I guess as I am beginning to see that my 16 years of life at home sweet home, however nice and comforting, is not the only thing the world has to offer. Yes it took me that long to realize. Not to mention having spend my 17th year in a very very eye opening place (regardless of my countless criticisms) has really define who I am as a person. Especially after being able to meet many people from the rest of the country this past 1 to 2 years (Shah Alam, Klang and Gombak included – yes I was in a freakin pigeon hole!) has actually consolidate my thoughts and my essence. For the first time I could actually grasp a sense of me and what being me means. Of course that includes accepting and embracing all my idiosyncrasies. Funny how a change of surroundings do to you.

However I have yet to discover what I'm truly good at. I'm not a fan of mediocrity (though I feel like I am) but on the bright side, I'm starting to feel the activist in me! I'm seriously contemplating adding a major (plus my civil) that's somewhere along the lines of political science. I want to understand human beings =B

Home will always be home. The times I’ve spent there, the things that I have learned there and all the silly/weird/high/happy/illegal/sad memories of Subang will forever be etched =D
Three more days to home. Hahah.

phm tk sy ckp cm ni?

tlg bgthu kt (insert name)

The seemingly random letters above in bold are actually words. Can't see it? Or maybe it's just me who takes a while to decipher such technologically advanced form of communication. Or maybe my proficiency in Malay isn't really up to par. I don't know really. Call me old-fashioned (or nerdy) but I love spelling out all the letters properly, checking my grammar and putting the apostrophe where it should be. But I do admit that I feel more comfortable loosing out a couple of consonants here and there when I type in Malay. Tak nak bunyi pelik. But certainly not to the degree of the above "phrase".

Tolong bagitahu dekat (insert name)

Just discovered the joy of Google Earth (omg damn cool-lah)...lol...