One Bright Star and a Shitload.

Well Hello there, long time no say anything.

You'll have to pardon this soul for not being diligent and updating all the time, because there are many things I have to attend to besides blogging. However, since the need had arisen, for I am in need to shout , I shall speak today.

For all those who may see, be wary the wrath I may pour.

Allow me first to say I have received my STPM results and I obtained 4 wonderful Bs. At first I thought it was bad. But after much consideration and self analyzing i concluded that it was relatively okay.Not a starlight but rather more of a grounded mark.

Sure, the lousy government that we have will slightly keep me on edge from entering local universities, but I have my eyes on several universities far , far away. And I mean to go far, far away too. For many reasons.

But, yeah. I got 4 Bs. And I am happy for it.

Following the results week, I applied locally,and foreign. But that same week I had an interview with Hong Kong and I must say, 7 minutes was all it took.

I expected them to call my home line, but they rang my mobile. And it was in silent in the room, hidden in the dark. Were it not for my sister who had to take a dump in the loo, I would have missed the call wholly( as I sat next to my home phone) and never got interviewed.

So phew!

But I do hope I get in. Being one very good university it'll offer me a hope unlike any I can imagine up now. While the whole of Malaysia heads south, Here I am going north into a country known to be brute, rude and god knows what else.

A friend from that university said that It was all good and very friendly. But I don't know and I say whatever.
If I get in, good. If I don't then good too. It don't matter.But HKU is my starlight.

I'll know If I'm accepted by HKU next week. So please pray for me. I hope they take me.

That isn't the only place I applied to though. NUS, NTU and HKUST is also on my list. But come what may.



Oh, yeah. I am going to France this Monday Morning. My birthday will be spent lounging about Dubai Airport and crossing the European skies.

I love my dad for sending me there,and at a cost too,painfully. I don't deserve it and I've heard some say it. But I know he has his reasons for pushing me to go there. And I'm thankful for it.So, this is the greatest birthday I can ever ask for.

I won't go to Paris because I am only following an aunt who has to present a paper on behalf of UM there in Nice. So traveling to Paris is a big no-no.

However much I do want to go. I , sadly cannot.

Went through hell for the past few days and frankly I need a break. Maybe this will help, but even that I can't quite see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The week had been ghastly. I went through shitload and even the trip looked dark and menacing. And the days are spent hoping it won't rain cause I want to see as much sunlight before I leave. The sun had never been more beautiful than in the past few days.

My phone got drowned in water last week and when I dismantled it, the battery fell straight into the lift shaft of the Bali building as I was leaving. It was a smooth almost evil fall that didn't even bounce around the edges. It went in straight.
Jeronomo!!

And to add to it, the day I went to post my application hard copies at the Sunway post office, I was pushed and forced to relay details upon details about my passport and stuff by my handphone , at the same time trying to get the mail through. I don't blame them, it just happens.

You know that movie, ' Just my Luck' that lindsay lohan acted in. I feel like that somehow.

But , maybe it's outweighed by the fact that I'll spend my birthday in France, walking about the old town, and the Promenade des anglais, the cheateus and stuff. I won't swin in the sea cause it's cold there. I think 15˚C. Plus minus.

Well, whatever. It's still a wonderful gift.

My phones okay now. Got the battery and I will leave this Sunday. I'm definately bringing along my new favourite book, The world without us, by Alan Weisman.

And imagine, how very nice that will be.