Snippets

Day 1 In College:

Registered.
Went to room 312 and met new roommates.
Unpacked everything and left for lunch.
Returned to room 212 and said hello to more new roommates.
Realised I was in the wrong room.
Said goodbye to fake new roommates and walked out all manly-like.

Day 2 In College:

Woke up at 5.30am.
Took a bus to INTEC.
Attended talks and games for Orientation Week.
Took bus home.
This is where I sleep.



Day 3 In College:

Found dead bat on the floor.
Gave dead bat a funeral in the thrash can.
Wondered if I should become Batman.
Decided Iron Man is cooler than Batman.



Day 4 In College:

Repeat Day 3, minus dead bat and fantasies.

Day 5 In College:
Repeat Day 4, plus dinner at Darwood, a mamak place.

Day 6 In College:

Went to Midvalley Megamall with friends.
Got lost in Midvalley Megamall.
Got conned into buying a Touch n' Go card.
Took a Rapid KL bus in Shah Alam.
Got lost.
Took 45 minutes to travel 3km.
Realised I have no sense of direction at all.
Found room empty upon arrival home.
Turned off the light and went straight to bed.
Door banged loudly.
Found out I locked a roommate out at 12.30am.

Day 7 In College:

Had breakfast in Darwood.
Headed to KL.
Went shopping for clothes.
Optimus Prime has a penis.



So in the movie, was that scene where Optimus fought the three decepticons actually a foursome in disguise?

Hmmm.

My Irish Pot of Gold

So I got a call from JPA two days ago telling me that I'll be going to Ireland instead of India. I was playing Guitar Heroes at the time and I still had the guitar strapped around me. It was then that I realised how bad my BM is when I'm panicked.

Me: Er..jadi, india itu...tak...umm...masih ada...india..uhh..

JPA Lady: Apa kamu kata? Saya tak dengar?

Me: Umm...jadi Ireland..uhh...bagaimana? Ah..itu India..

JPA Lady: Saya tak faham. Adakah kamu tidak berminat?

Me: Bukan, bukan. Terima kasih. Umm, uhh...

Then I mumbled something about not being able to talk properly because I was out (which I wasn't) and I asked if I could call her back and I put down the phone before I even got her name.

A few seconds later, I called back and a lady answered. I didn't know if it was the same lady so the conversation went like this next.

Me: ..uhh...kamu...adakah kamu orang tadi?

Then my mum got fed up and took the phone from me and proceeded to have a delightful conversation with her and all I could do was sit there while they made fun of my speaking ability and shred what little dignity I had left with me.

And that's how I found out I was going to Ireland.

I'll be doing my A-levels in Shah Alam, then I'll be shipped off to Ireland for 2 and a half years and then kicked back to Penang where I'll study for another 2 years. It's called a twinning programme, but I call it betsy, just because.

Registration begins on the 28th, so I have to shop, do my mantoux test, fill in my forms, get my hasil stamps and have them chopped, watch Transformers, and learn how to wash clothes and iron properly in 2 days. Which, needless to say, leaves me very little time to spend my last days in Kuching the way I intended to.

The last breakfast meal I had was a bowl of laksa from Chong Choon at Abell Road, and my last meal in Kuching was a half a bowl of wantan mee.

And now I'm in Shah Alam!

Why won't anyone write me a "Goodbye Jonas, I'll Miss You" tribute post? :(

India

After years and years of making dumb stereotypical jokes about India and the people living in India, karma has finally caught up with me. I'll now be studying medicine in, you guessed it, India.

On the bright side, India is reknowned for its culture, food, Slumdog Millionaire and Jaiho, and its seemingly infinite supply of corpses for students to practise on. But on the other hand, it's also reknowned for Datuk Shahrukh Khan, Bollywood movies and Koochee Koochee Kuh Tah Heh, and its seemingly infinite supply of poo.


You don't mess with Shahrukh Khan.

Course, India has Aishwarya Rai to make up for that, so I guess it's all good.

Before heading there though, I'll be taking my A-Levels at Kolej Teknologi Timur in Sepang for a year and a half. This is how my future college looks like.



I'll be off by the 6th of July. I think I'm supposed to learn how to speak Tamil before somewhere along the way. Vanakam. I make a good Samy Vellu impression, wonder if that helps.


You don't mess with Katrina Kaif because she's mine.

I have a month left in Kuching. Bye bye everyone. Gabrielle Jee, you owe me breakfast if you're reading this.

A Jonas Brothers Post

I always knew the Jonas Brothers band belongs in the same category as Miley Cyrus, Hilary Duff and Taylor Swift. Not the crap music catering for tweens category, the other one.



That one.

Gabrielle Jee Forgot to Thank Me

See? See?



I am now happy.

Thanks to everyone except Gabrielle Jee :)

Life is good. Like box of chocolate.

I Am Seriously Untrendy

Most Kuchingnites insist that Kolo Mee is the staple noodle of Kuching.



I'm still trying to convince people that Kampua Mee deserves that spot.



People say Zooey Deschanel looks like an imitation of Kate Perry.



I say Kate Perry looks like a cheap, trampy version of Zooey Deschanel.



Weird people call laici kang from open air market 'plain shaved ice, with sugar syrup, countable barley, bits of bloody jelly that I had to remove them and a few slices of dates that I somehow decided to abandon'.



I call laici kang liquid love in a bowl because falling in love feels like falling into a gorgeous refreshing bowl of laici kang.



Stefan thinks I'm lame because I can't stand Hitz.fm.



He's plays DOTA, 'nuff said.



Most of the guys in Kuching think guys who don't play DOTA are lame.


DOTA player in DOTA.

They play DOTA, 'nuff said.


DOTA player in real life.

A huge number of guys think Megan Fox is the hottest woman alive because she hangs out with cool giant transforming robots.



Bullshit, wait till you see who Zooey Deschanel hangs out with.



People suck.

Breakfast on Friday

I woke up Friday morning with an itch on my neck. I think a mosquitoe bit me, so I scratched it and it got red and swollen and painful. I knew right then that something bad was going to happen.

Got into the car and drove off to pick up Ms. Gabrielle "Anything" Jee for breakfast because I was hungry and she's really pretty and having breakfast out alone is seriously sad. There was a mosquitoe in the car and I tried to get rid of it by opening the window.

The mosquitoe hates me. That or it's infatuated with me. Either way, it decided it'd rather stay in the car with me and the aircon. Even mosquitoes are scared of the heat.

I tried swatting it and almost got into an accident in the process. I got it though, so it was all worth it. Guy in Prado driving behind me should have understood my situation, but he's an idiot so he horned me instead. That was the second sign that something bad was going to happen.

Gab and I had laksa in Chong Choon after driving around aimlessly thinking of a good place to eat. Things went well, I asked her if she would like to go with me to find John Mayer's Continuum, and she said yes and we found ourselves in Spring where we had Starbucks and then in Hock Lee where a section of the carpark was closed leaving the entry playing the role of the exit too.

Still, everything was going well. I had good company, I had gas, I had a good cd playing the blues, I was beginning to think the itch and the mosquitoe and the guy honking were just random coincidences. I made plans to go to this piano recital thing that Lilian invited us to. Then Gabrielle called Stefan to invite him to it, and suddenly it all made sense.

The itch, the mosquitoe, the honking, the getting lost misdirected in Hock Lee's carpark...it all made perfect sense, signs indicating that something awful was seriously going to happen.

Course, I'm saving that for the next post cos this post is a HAPPY post. Hello Gabrielle Jee :)