The Countdown: 12 down to 11 days

OMG I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!

I have 12 coming to 11 days left. And the trail of events since months ago up to this point has been from amazing to destructive.

Months back I remember my dad telling me that he just signed up part time with this company based in San Diego, then what happens next is getting my acceptance from Chapman with the scholarship. Then Jennifer introduced me to Marc. Then I got my place for 500USD only and then Nicole got in touch with me and her modelling career centre is next to Chapman and she's connected to such great people... Today, 12 days before I fly off, I found out my old time close friend Vincent Wong intends to pursue his masters in entrepeneurship in Chapman University which is about 2 years time....

How surreal. Really surreal. Of all the thousand places in the world... Maybe he's just kidding but he seems serious and I don't doubt him cause he is my friend. But to think of it, how surreal can it get?

Now comes the bad news. My extremely kind landlady who has cutesy doggies told me her husband has a family emergency and they have to shift out permanently. Of course she doesn't want me to be caught up in the chaos, so obviously I can no longer go there...

Now time to look for a new place... DAAAAAAAARN!DAAAAAARN! DAAAAAAARN! DAAAAAAAARN! DAAAAAAAAARN! DAAAAAAARN! DAAAAAAAAARN!

Ok, I'm done "expressing" myself.

Maybe I should start taking a few suggestions from Jerome, such as letting the little pink elephant invade my mind and overtake my consciousness, oh wait it already did.

Ok maybe the mere thoughts of little pink elephants aren't the best, I gotta admit I fell for it but no, it isn't therapeutic enough. For those of you who don't know what I am talking about, this is what I am talking about. DO NOT THINK ABOUT THE LITTLE PINK ELEPHANT.

*evil grin* I believe the little pink elephant just invaded your mind ...yes, Jerome's theory about this incomprehensible alien race that finds their way to subconsciously ravage your mind with little flashes of themselves... PEOPLE DO NOT THINK ABOUT THE LITTLE PINK ELEPHANT... oops...(credit goes to Jerome)

Anyways back to therapeutic methods to release stress in the midst of stressful finals and stressful party organizing and difficulty finding places to rent...

Hmm maybe it's a blessing in disguise. For all I remember, it has been like that for a while, the chain of events that has happened including the invisible post about The week of misfortune. Oh fine basically.... the week of misfortune includes the week of Cubicles as well... basically I accidentally messaged a private message to ming-yi because I was in a furious mood getting screamed at by my dad... then I blacked out and so did the house electricity, the next moment when I was conscious my dad received a message with all my fury blended into the message. I nearly lost my chance to head to the states. THEN I LOST MY VOICE 2 FREAKING DAYS BEFORE PERFORMING IN CUBICLES THE PLAY! AND I HAD TO SWALLOW SOME WEIRD CONCOCTION USING 2 RAW EGGS + 1 TEASPOON VINEGAR + 1 TABLESPOON HONEY + LIME JUICE... along with many other weird stuff I had to take in that week...

Oh. I just fulfilled my duty in publishing the invisible post about The week of misfortune since everyone can't see it. I don't get it, nobody seems to be able to see that post. *innocent smile*

NO REALLY! IT IS INVISIBLE!

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I mean come on... I'm finally getting closer to my dreams and it's a hell lot more than just a career! So the frustrating bit may be the cost and the housing arrangements, but I'm talking about a million possibilities in a successful life and actually getting a better chance in helping other people who needs money for education. I made a vow before when I start earning my million bucks I will set up a charity fund for education internationally as well as a fund for poverty. Perhaps I might join one.org when I become a celebrity =P. Hey I'm allowed to dream aren't I? In any case, taking a step at a time, I have to make sure I get a great place with a low cost. Argh I so have to find a way to make enough to pay rent and my personal expenses. Hmm...

For the record.

Literally for the record.

Remember a long long time ago........

I mentioned that July is reserved for 7 posts? Well. This is the seventh =)

So literally, this post is... for the record. HAH I FULFILLED MY WORDS... well not exactly since the subjects did change but hey, it's way better than shutting down the blog due to inconsistency. In any case, I was wondering actually about the fascinating trivias we find on blogthings. I wonder if there are many more detailed trivias like MENSA or something that we can put up on the blog, I mean I certainly have nothing against blogthings (quite obviously since i have them all lined up by my sidebar), it's just that maybe I am searching for something more detailed?

Oh well, I'll post more trivias by the sidebar as time goes by so do keep up.

Yes I will write a post on Cubicles gosh... and I will post photos... yes stop nagging I am going to post more photos the next time I blog. In fact, I will have quite a lot to put up once I am in the states. Oh gosh I've got my finals to catch up please, cut me some slack on this =P.

Excited!

I can no longer contain my excitement! I really can't wait to get to the US!

Darn I have to go through finals this week. Which also explains my lack of blogging lately. Gosh I've got loads to talk about that I have yet to talk about.

But right now, I GOT IN TOUCH WITH MY OLD FRIEND NICOLE IN THE US! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And she has an excellent network with the people I need to know in the industry!~~~~

I'm so excited that I can't contain it to the point that I keep thinking about arriving in US now. Though I MUST get ready first. Dreaming a little too far ahead without planning can be a huge setback when things go wrong but touchwood... things should go well and will go well with optimism.

That girl I tell you, has seriously evolved since the last time I met her.

Here's then.

This is RECENTLY!

Talk about crazy! Of course that's not her latest photo (Nic, I nicked this off the web cause that's the most recent I can get, hope you don't mind), her hair is less curled up and just long and wavy now, which looks way better... yup... way better as I can see it through the webcam.

(Honey let me remind you, you don't look like ass without make up and that includes when you just wake up...or at least that's what I can see from the webcam!)

LOL in any case, I cannot express my gratitude enough to her and her family for being so hospitable and helping me establish myself better in Los Angeles. Thank you so much Nicole! Can't wait to see you guys there!

And now, adios amigos... me papi got exam! LOL XD!

P.S. I am damn addicted to Chanel's My Life and Mish Mash's Speechless now cause of you. Darn it, now I am going to spend hours looking for more house music...

All things nonsense

Yes nonsense! What am I doing not talking about Cubicles or the week of misfortune?

Truly nonsense. This is yet another busy week and a week filled with something not as bad as utter rubbish but can be quite ridiculously nonsensical.

First there was the Discover U.S. Education fair which I got real busy and tired with but it was worth while. However, I discovered AFTER DISCOVER THAT I HAD A MUCH BIGGER TRIPOD/CAMERA STAND THAT I COULD HAVE BROUGHT INSTEAD OF HAVING THE TROUBLE TO HOLD IT WITH MY TIRING ARMS OR WITH THAT THING I BROUGHT WHICH WAS 1/3 the size!

Oh damn it... then I discovered how much preparation I still have before flying off to the States. Housing arrangements are a pain. The only good thing so far is me getting a 4 year visa instead of 2 or less than 3.

Back to nonsense...be warned...very weird stuff right after this.
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This happened right after Discover U.S. Education at Mid Valley itself (Sorry Hanna Sorry Su Yuen for not blogging about discover itself yet). I was waiting for Ms. Alice outside the toilet. Alone. Yes, normally these sentences will leave you thinking of nonsense already so I shall fill you in the precise nonsense of the moment.

Two guys walked by and one of them eyed me before going to the toilet.
What? Am I such an eyesore? Oh wait I probably shouldn't ask that.

The other was in a tank top (gosh he was buff), and was waiting at the farthest corner by the phone booth.

Hmm... what do you think might have happened then?

I was leaning against the wall and I noticed that his eyes kept prodding around me and fidgeting a lot. Hmm... maybe I should try some of those body language communication things I learnt from Ms. Anna's (my once upon a time communication lecturer who forgot that I was the secretary of her communications club) class. I shifted a little, as if gesturing that I was restless as well. However, I decided to turn more towards him.

I'd expected him to run off...

Right. That wasn't a good guess since he kindly decided to move from the first to the second phone booth closer to me... whooops.

Oh well, what the heck, what's the worse that can happen? Let's play along. I decided to shift YET again. Strike two. He moved closer to the next phone booth.

Hmmm.. maybe it's time to try other ways to get rid of him instead. I guess he was waiting for a friend. I turned around facing my back towards him but the corner of my eyes kept eyeing elsewhere, secretly looking what his reaction was.

Strike three. He moved closer to the fourth and closest phone booth. By now, I was already wondering whether am I imagining this or is something funny amidst due to my subconscious thoughts? Well just then, the other guy came out, walked past us, eyed both of us real quick and stopped. Now the guy in the tank top decides to walk outside... only for a quick while. He came back real fast and was now almost next to the guy who just came out from the loo and both of them were facing me but not staring at me.

Then just as their eyes were about to look at me, the most nonsensical thing happened. I was glad the weird situation was cut off, but never did I expect it to be cut off in such a tremendously absurd manner. The silence that has passed more than 5 minutes was interrupted by a sudden exodus from the outside into the waiting area outside the toilet. And this exodus includes a girl whom Ms. Alice later called a gunung - mountain.

SHE WAS SO FREAKING TALL AND SHE WAS WEARING HEELS HER HEAD WAS ALMOST TOUCHING THE DOOR FRAME OF THE TOILET!

All of us guys outside merely stared and the next moment Ms. Alice came out with her face all twisted with a mix of absurdity, surprise and a certain element of humor.

"Did you see that? OMG!" Ms. Alice said.

Hell yeah! And we continued to walk out but she already grimaced at me, sensing something strange which highlighted much later about already knowing that something was wrong. The guy in the tank continued to walk in the same direction as I did. Following me would not be the right thing to say for all I know it could have been my imagination. Then suddenly as he was walking, he stopped turning around to something else that caught his attention. His girlfriend came out and then called him off, so he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back then only put his arm around her. OMG, HE ACTUALLY LEFT HER LIKE THAT?! AND It's not just a short distance, it was quite a distance from the toilet before he decided to run back to the toilet as if forgetting something.

And that was Nonsense part 2.

If only I had a photo of that girl sheesh. Ms. Alice relaid her experience to me, telling me that she just stared at the girl who entered the toilet until she passed Ms. Alice and Ms. Alice was still staring at the girl's back to the point that the girl's friend just sniggered when she saw Ms. Alice's expression. Oh yeah, that incident was accompanied by a small little encore, the ganang part of the gunung. Two African ladies who walked past us were so huge that they were almost the size of Rasputia in Norbit - and that's freaking huge - we're talking larger than junior sumos here. That was not the worst part. They were wearing extremely short hot pants with their tank tops that gave a cleavage from 'San Francisco to Mexico'. Gosh.

OK, now Nonsense part 3.

What is nonsense part 3? It's today.

I found out that our theater production book has to be submitted separately since everyone can't work together or find a time to work together. I'm pretty screwed since I got loads to do.

And another part of today's nonsense is me and my friend Hui Min's behavior. Just when we started talking nonsense the day before and even swapped photos, I had a this kick-arse mean idea about trying to play a joke on people who notice our display pics often on MSN. Poor Hui Min was upset cause she had trouble studying so she needed a good laugh so our ridiculous chat could only do so much so I thought maybe today we could try that out. However, I thought she'd probably think I'm some weirdo pervert but it turns out that girl had a lot more spunk and cheek than I thought. Apparently she thinks my picture taken during valentine's would look better with me holding a duct tape instead of a normal tape.





Well then guess what? She tells me next OOH OOH She's done it before - the whole switch identity with friend on MSN thing... I guess I was too slow. And we traded two rather seemingly emotionally expressive photographs. You can choose to call us poser or you can always say we're pretty 'vivacious' in photos. =P



Hui Min


My little hush-hush moment picture WHICH SHE DISPLAYED ON HER MSN.

Soon after, my friend Jason reacted with a 'wtf? are you crazy? Who's the chic? Why so selfish? Why never introduce me?'

Me and Hui Min decided to play an exact copy of each other through MSN and try to fool Ming-Yi but something went very wrong with our very favorite MSN and Hui Min's nickname was showing clearly it was her and not my all time corny white sorcerer.

Hui Min, just be glad to know that for what it's worth you are definitely very attractive to quite a number of guys. And as far as your statement about wearing swimsuits, you've got nothing to worry about. I'm quite sure many can testify to that. =P

Whoops, sorry about the desultory conversation. Yes, we were talking nonsense. Oh wait, that means it wasn't desultory after all.

Sandra

Here's another dose of my insanity. If the 'concept photos' and blogthings by the side aren't enough, this should give you the chill that I intended to give a looooong time ago. I sent this story for my application in Chapman University and I was accepted. I certainly hope I satisfy readers. Enjoy.....


I should have stopped him, Alby thought. The 16-year-old sat on the bench and breathed frantically. She stared ahead at the drawn curtains. Shadows running back and forth behind it, voices of doctors hauled at nurses… and Henry at the centre of the attention. “He wanted so much attention, now he’s got it,” Alby whispered… then buried her face in her hands weeping for help, weeping for pain, and weeping for hope.

Oh God, please tell me he’s ok. When he gets back, I swear I’ll drag him by his fanny and hang him upside down. God what was he thinking?

Mrs. Thomas stared back at the woman with dirty blonde curls. Her wrinkles didn’t really show her age. It was the frustration that gave it away.

“Ugh, enough…” sighed Mrs. Thomas. She clipped her fringe with another pin and glanced at the mirror before walking out the toilet. Leather handbag by her side, she pulled it closer to her as she avoided more people clad in white uniforms storming past her.

Henry’s hurt again and I don’t know why I’m so calm… woman, what’s wrong with you?

Mrs. Thomas sat down by the closest bench and sighed again. Her life felt shorter with every sigh.

This is not the first time he’s got himself into hot soup, so just breathe.

And she did.

More of those doctors and nurses rushed past her, pushing those trolleys with medical equipments in it.

Heh, all hell broke loose…

She started to sniff. And the incessant sniffing echoed next to her, growing louder and more intense.

Oh you poor dear, Mrs. Thomas thought, looking at the girl next to her. Her amber hair was long and it flowed down her face, covering her as she wept. I wonder what’s happened, she’s the only one in this room who seems sincerely in pain, she thought. She looked around the emergency room, ignoring the ever busy doctors and nurses that created a replica of New York City’s traffic on the hallway of the emergency room. Nobody else, visitors or patients alike looked sad. All of them were either chatting away or just waiting impatiently for something to happen.

All except one woman. The one dressed in a white robe next to the weeping girl.

I think I had enough of white today!

Mrs. Thomas felt dizzy. She stole another glance at the woman in white robe. She had dark brown skin and plaits in her hair. She looked somewhat unperturbed by all the noise in the atmosphere. It felt infectious.

The weeping became heavy sobs with bated breath. The girl with amber hair began to hyperventilate. She trembled and struggled as her breaths became more frantic.

Mrs. Thomas felt alarmed.

“Dearie just calm down, calm down…” She patted the girl’s back slowly.
“I … I should have tried… harder… he iss … haa…”
“Okay just breathe, you tried your best girl…just breathe….”
“I …I can’t… He … was drunk… I … save…”

The girl began to have a seizure. Mrs. Thomas was worried that the girl was going to pass out! The chatting stopped, people stared.

“Nurse, doctors, somebody please help,” Mrs. Thomas yelled.

More stares. The doctors didn’t stop. Someone yelled for a nurse to get some help. Then, an extended hand came out of nowhere. The woman in white robe held the girl’s left hand tightly.

“Everything will be fine child. Your friend will be fine. Take a deep breath. Go ahead…”

And as she spoke in her deep but ethereal voice, the girl seemed to calm down slowly. Her breaths became more controlled.

“Damn, she’s good,” Mrs. Thomas thought, astonished, awed.

“What is your name, girl?” she asked, ignoring the eyes that penetrated them. Bloody annoying, can’t they just stop staring and start helping?

“Alb….Alby…” the amber-haired girl stammered. “Alby, listen to me. You are going to be fine, alright? Here, let me give you some menthol, it might clear your head a little.”

Mrs. Thomas rummaged through her bag with frustration. She tried to feel the smooth plastic of the bottle. She frowned. Embarrassed, she smiled meekly at Alby. “I must have left it in the car,” her southern accent drawled. “Here, why don’t I massage your head a little?”

“Thanks, I feel better already.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Mrs. Thomas, nice to meet you.” She shook hands with Alby and proceeded to shake the hand of the woman in white.

“And you are?”
“I’m…you can call me Sandra,” the lady in white replied and said, “Don’t worry, Alby. The angels will protect Henry,”

Realization dawned upon Mrs. Thomas’ face.

“Henry? That’s my son! You know my son? What happened?” She screamed. Some people left the emergency room. Nurses rushed towards her.

The girl looked afraid.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just…”

She looked up and realized that Sandra… disappeared. Nurses came around and asked if everything was alright. Murmurs filled the entire emergency room.

“Everything’s fine, it’s just…” Mrs. Thomas stammered, puzzled.

Alby saw the fear in Mrs. Thomas’ eyes and looked to her left to see an empty seat. She stood up immediately and moved instinctively towards Mrs. Thomas. She held her close.

“You saw her too right….?” Her whisper was low.
“I damn well saw her…” gasped Mrs. Thomas.

The curtains were drawn and they turned to see Henry on the bed wrapped in bandages in a comatose state. Mrs. Thomas grew stark white as the doctor approached her. She shoved him aside.

“Excuse me! Mrs. Thomas!”

Both Alby and Mrs. Thomas marched towards Henry and stopped in their tracks. Doctors and nurses gathered around them. Others in the room craned their necks with curiosity.

“Mrs. Thomas? Ms. Sanders?”

Alby gripped Mrs. Thomas’ left hand with strength that almost crushed her. The latter’s eyes vibrated slightly. She became paralyzed and was covered in cold sweat. Henry was the centre of attention once again. And seated next to him…was Sandra. Her gaze pierced Mrs. Thomas and Alby. Her whisper sounded malicious. Her smile was petrifying.

“Don’t worry, he’s going to be fine…I will see to it myself…”

Revamp!

Finally! IT'S DONE! My 'concept photo' header is finally complete. This is the official first version of finding dennigma's concept photo header.

What's a 'concept photo'? If you're wondering whether I made that up, it is quite safe to say that I thought of it in a whim. However, I would not be surprised if such a term really exists. In any case, a 'concept photo' is quite self-explanatory. The photo reveals a concept! An idea, an emotion, a thought... call it what you will, it photographs a concept.

I refused to blog until I finished revamping my entire blog (Ok maybe I was very occupied with many things as well - just trying to dramatize my life since I keep making a point that I am different) which includes that hunk by the sidebar...And of course the fact that I have somehow hooked on to that name and regard myself as 'Rod Steel' - MINUS THE PORN STAR BIT...OK Maybe minus the porn star bit just a little.

What? Don't give me that look, I'm entitled to have a little ego boost ;P. It's my prerogative. PERIOD... even if some might think I am not even good looking enough to be a porn star. My point is that I deserve to be more confident in myself and I believe many will agree to that ;P. This also explains why the concept photos exude my evident desire to express myself through many emotions and desires. The abstractness is certainly part of it.

No, I am no exhibitionist. But here is my big time confession:
I have always imagined and wanted to become a male model when i was young and that dream still breathes within a small crevice embedded deep within my subconscious mind.

The regular psychologist would probably say by now: " By saying that it might still breathe and it is stuck within the nooks and crannies within your mind, it only means you strongly desire for it but you do not want to show that to the world."

FAYE OWES ME PHOTOS FROM THE KOREAN BARBECUE SHOP, DAO RAE where we celebrated Jennifer's birthday.
I could have used some of it to add to my first version of my concept photo header...

All this only means, that I can now resume my list of 7 things to write... Oh alright, more than 7 since there are tons of interesting ... issues... to be discussed :P And not forgetting Jen's dinner, Discover U.S. Education, CUBICLES OF COURSE, and also things like extending one's life, the horrors of hawker stalls and such.

I think I'm spent already. This is my limit... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............(dreams)

National Ice Cream Day?

THERE'S A NATIONAL ICE CREAM DAY IN THE US!?!?

I think I just broke my 7 post for July rule. This was definitely not listed in the 7 topics I wrote in the previous post. BUT I JUST HAD TO POST THIS UP!

President Ronald Reagan thought that ice cream deserves double the sweetness it provides us hence the emphasis, National Ice Cream Day....

Wow... I picked this up from Yahoo and I was pleasantly surprised. July 15th - National Ice Cream Day.

And here's the scoop... What's in and out for summer.

Out: Pumpkin. In: Cinnamon.
Out: Mint chocolate chip. In: Mint.
Out: Orange Crush. Yes, Orange Crush. In: Oreo.

Apparently, exotic fruits and blends for ice cream flavors are very highly craved as well. What I disagree is how can so many people pick vanilla over chocolate. I mean chocolate is undeniably the most basic desirable flavor. Chocolate to me should be better than boring vanilla. Besides, chocolate seems sexier.

Here's the list of ice creams Yahoo posted:
Vanilla
Chocolate
Strawberry
Peach
Banana
Coffee
Green Tea
Coconut
Butter Pecan
Peanut Butter
Lemon
Pineapple
Apple
Ginger
Mango
Mint
Cinnamon
Spumoni
Oreo
Blueberry
Pistachio
Apricot
Custard
Cherry
Cheesecake

I have no idea what's spumoni but I LOoooooooooove green tea and oreo and cherry and cheesecake and CHOCOLATE and aaaaaaah........ I could go on and on...
Yes I make it sound like I crave it as much as I crave something more physical like S . E . X . BUT it's for a DAMN GOOD REASON. In fact, I don't see what's wrong with putting ice cream on the same par with sex when it comes to their allure. Heck, people sometimes put both together if you get what I mean. So there you have it, I say ICE CREAM IS DELICIOUS AND SEXY. Period.