Yesterday I paid a visit to the counselor over at the Career Development Center.
I am at a loss. Where do I go from here? Where will I be 10 years from now? Come to think of it, where will everybody be 10 years from now?
Everyone around me has more or less concrete ideas of what they want to do with their lives and have been sure since the start of their uni careers.
And me, I’ve been floating around like a jelly fish, unsure of what I want to do. I only knew I liked hair and makeup and what sort of frivolous activity is that?
But this semester I finally settled down and thought about what I want to do. I am most probably going to major in Asian Studies, but what the hell can you do with a major like that? Actually, anything, according to the counselor woman, in America, that is. She said that with a liberal arts degree, employers know you’re well equipped to handle basically anything thrown your way.
But Malaysia leh? That I dunno. I dunno if Malaysian employers would be able to accept a liberal arts degree. So that means I probably might not settle in Malaysia after I graduate and since I am not that eager to work in the States, the other options are Singapore, Hong Kong or Japan.
Damn difficult leh!
I told the counselor that I wanted to do fashion editorial work.
But what use is it if I go to an Ivy League-esque school only to come out and work in fashion? I might as well take Taylor’s Mass Comm program right? For what waste so much money to come here when I could easily get what I need in Malaysia?
But for now, short term plan:
– Go back in summer and complete internship at editorial/advertising/PR company
– During next winter break, do internship in New York (fashion capital of US!)
– September 2006 – exchange program to Kyoto (if can get la)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. What next?!?
Yesterday UMass, Smith and Mount Holyoke lost their Internet connections.
The servers at UMass were down, and Smith and Mt Holyoke were affected as well, because we get our Internet from UMass.
Imagine, for the whole night, up to 40, 000 college students were left without Internet access.
I prayed hard, take away my electricity and light, but please let me keep the Internet.
Beth thought it might be an evil experiment to test how much work we students would get done if we didn’t have the Internet.
Apparently, not much.
Sometime through the Netless night, Beth wailed, “I haven’t got in my 7 hours of procrastination yet! I can’t start my work!” Then she proceeded to call a friend up and talked for an hour.
Others found alternative ways to procrastinate as well.
Elise organised all her files and put them into folders.
Since the MHC website was the only one that could work even without the line, Joan explored the entire thing and now knows everything about the school.
Angela watched 3 episodes of Taiwanese variety shows and read my Cawaii magazine religiously.
I took out my nail clippers and cut all my broken nails. Then I painted every nail a different colour, and stuck tiny flower glitter cutouts on them, while watching episode 11 of Stairway to Heaven.
At one point, Beth yelled into the phone, “Scott, I am dying here without the Internet! Everybody’s dying!”
I looked up from my nails. “No, I’m not.”
“Oh yeah right, Audrey! You should have seen yourself an hour ago. You were twitching in your chair and clicking your mouse vigorously.”
I insisted, “But I’ve reached Nirvana now. I don’t need the Internet anymore.”
Beth rolled her eyes. “That’s because you’ve spent the last half hour breathing in nail polish fumes.”
Ah! Audree is back! For a terrifying two days I thought I had lost my precious.
I was tampering with the HTML in an effort to tweak the tiny flaws in it, such as the lopsided picture on the right which has been blocked by the advert at the top since the beginning of time.
It came as a surprise that my entire blog had disappeared, leaving only the pink background and the picture (which was still lopsided).
I didn’t do anything about it until now because I thought there was something wrong my computer that wasn’t downloading the full page or something and only realised I’d wiped out Audree when Jia Min Chung asked me what happened to it.
So there you go, Min, my page is up and about again. No need to gloat on your blog about mine! See la say my blog some more. It is fine ok!
Only the tagboard is gone, I dunno where. I think I did something to the CSS. Akan berusaha mendapatkannya balik ya.
It is snowing again, dammit.
Just when I dared to hope that winter is coming to and end and spring is coming, because the snow has all melted and we can see the grass again, more snow has to fall out of Heaven and coat everything in white frosting.
GIVE ME SPRING OR GIVE ME DEATH!
It is already March! Why is it still snowing!
I am getting rashes and ingrown hair from wearing too much thick woolly clothes!
My palms are peeling cos of dry skin even though I slather on baby oil and Nivea obsessively.
(On the plus side, my complexion is amazing – no pimples whatsoever, fairer skin and red cheeks).
It is time to Google some rituals to make Spring come earlier.
People must be wondering why Narcicisstic Aud isn’t talking about her birthday other than to ask why her family is not calling. So this is the long expected photoblog on it.
::This is in Wilder at lunch on Feb 10. Yen was taking the pic, Tirmanna was trying to stick her big head into the camera view, hence the look on my face.::
::At the Chinese Gracious Dinner at Prospect. Fever brings a nice flush to my cheeks.::
::Sempena hari jadi Aud, Freaky Man in Santa Mask makes a guest appearance.::
::Lauren doing an Ultraman impression while Mai awes with her sealion one.::
Last Saturday, we went to House of Teriyaki for my birthday celebration:D.
::The whole gang; I took the pic la.::
::Even though it’s my bday, H.O.T. didn’t bother giving me face and didn’t serve me my dinner until everyone was almost finished with theirs. Here I am sulking.::
::Me cheering up after getting the cake. (Notice my half eaten plate of sushi. I pray to not get any fatter.::
::Worst camwhores alive pan-ning””
We adjourned to Crystal’s room to watch horror movies, viciously denying the fact that there was Valentine’s Day dance going on at that very moment.
::Crystal herself::
::Erm, Jeannie, Yen, Crystal, Angela, Elise, me in the middle::
::Me, Crystal, Angela, Elise. Note Angie’s red face from half a bottle of Smirnoff.::
::Elise and Jeannie drinking away our sorrows of either being single or being away from significant other.::
::Ditto.::
::Me and Yen not being sorrowful at all.::
::I am beyond help.::
::This confirms it. Jeannie on the hand is giving the sexy/slut look.::
::It was Angela’s idea to take off out skirts::
::They’re passed out.::
::Those belong to Angie and Crystal.::
::Me getting an bday hug from Elise.::
::Bday hug from Angela.::
::Jeannie’s turn.::
::Yen, Angela, Elise::
::This is supposed to be sexy::
::Yen, Elise, jeannie trying to be sexay too::
::The pan cute is a must::
::Receiving bday kisses from them::
::We da gangster.. wtf::
::Nigga boi and his ho’s…haahh wtf!::
::Pan jap-schoolgirls-pontenging-school-to-sit-by-longkang::
::This shot is damn nice, dunno why. Reminds me of a Guess or Calvin Klein advert.::
::Hiao alert, heheh::
::She’s not really that, uh, high:P::
::Mt Holyoke mascots::
In spirit of Valentine’s, I love:
The Oois (even were late in calling me for birthday)
The Leongs
My Baobeis
The Network
MoHo Biatches
And assorted close friends, who don’t have a particular category, you know who you are 😀
That one called to wish me happy birthday at 11.30pm on February 10. The first thing he asked me was what time was it because he was scared he was overdue.
I was overcome by dejavu because exactly three years ago, the exact same thing happened. Three years ago, he called at 11.30pm on February 10 all the way from Italy to wish me a happy 17th birthday. And the first thing he asked when I picked up the phone was what time was it because he didn’t want to miss the date either.
Three years have gone by since my 17th and my 20th birthday and so much has changed between us. (Yalah, yalah, I am 20 la but by the next entry I will go back to insisting that I am actually 19).
We have become best friends, then realised we’d fallen in love.
We have gotten together, fought like cats and dogs, and finally broken up.
We tried to repair our friendship by picking up the pieces of our relationship and gluing them back together, minus the romance bits.
We did resume our best friendship, but at a cost, somehow. After we broke up, we continued to fight. We had no rights over each other but we fought anyway. We fought over my right to go clubbing, my right to have certain friends which he didn’t like, fought when we saw each other with a new special someone.
Strangely enough, I don’t think either of us were still in love with the other. What we had had subsided into a more ‘subtle’ love for a best friend. Yet we continued to feel possessive of each other and still felt irritated everytime the other did something wrong or stupid.
Once during a midnight heart to heart with Fat Her, he brought up an idea of his that me and that one would someday get back together again. Something about us made Fat Her think that he is my soulmate. Maybe we were not meant for each other at the tender age of 17 or 20 but who knows what would happen in the future? Maybe after maturing and growing up in our separate ways, we would realise we were right for each other after all. Somewhat like the movie “The Way We Were”, he said. >.<
Heh, I don’t know if this is my soulmate or not. What I know is we’re at opposite ends of the world now and will most probably not see each other again in the next few years.
This is one person I don’t want to lose touch with. But I am glad for this loss of contact. Maybe after this period, our friendship can finally become a normal one, where we don’t feel the need to yell at the other for things that couples fight over. Maybe we will get back together again. Or maybe this is just a romantic notion on my part because he was my first love. 🙂
I wish him the best in all his endeavours and if/when we meet again let us hopefully resume our friendship again. 🙂
Jia Min has called me,
Ruth has called me,
Malcolm has called me (thinking it was 12 something here instead of only 11 something),
Angela has called me,
Beth has given me my birthday present,
Monet has called me and sang Happy Birthday out of tune,
Divya has rushed into my room to give me a birthday hug…
and where is the long overdue call from the Ooi family?!?
*tick tock tick tock*
*big anime tears pooling in eyes*
I deserve a humongous birthday present for this. Three presents, one from each of them. And they better be good. And send them over instead of waiting till I go home.
MUMMY HOW CAN U FORGET THE DATE YOU GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR FIRSTBORN AND YOUR ONLY DAUGHTER? HOW CAN YOU FORGET THE DAY I HAD STRESS IN YOUR UTERUS AND SHAT IN THERE SO YOU HAD TO HAVE A CAESAREAN?!?
DADDY HOW CAN YOU FORGET YOUR LITTLE GIRL’S BIRTHDAY?!
BROTHER OOI HOW CAN YOU FORGET YOUR TAI KA CHEH?!?
They better have a good excuse. Such as they didn’t want to wake me up or something. Or they’re in a car accident somewhere. *knocks on wood*
Okay, so for “reunion dinner” we went to Main Moon.
Okay, so there weren’t any special CNY dishes.
Okay, so there weren’t any red shiny decorations in sight anywhere.
Okay, so even the music they played in the restaurant was the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever, and not even a solitary chinese song.
But what the hell, we still ordered and ate like there was no tomorrow.
::Me, Angela, Karmen, Jeannie, Elise, Yen in no particular order::
Thank you Min and Ruth for calling me all the way here to wish me a happy birthday! Even though its still February 9 here and even though I had to reject Ruth’s call. I was in class dei!
Kedua-duanya muka yang sampat. hehe::
I am still waiting for the call from the Mummy Ooi, the Fat Her Ooi and the Brother Ooi.
They better be calling at 12am February 10 USA time man. And they better not be calling just because they read this blog entry!
Everybody’s busy baliking kampung, eating shitloads of yee sang and shark’s fin during reunion dinners, and what I am doing?
Sitting at my laptop, waiting for 2.40pm so I can haul my ass through the brown melting snow to my next class, that’s what. Yes, I have classes on CNY and my birthday. 🙁
This is the first time I’m spending CNY away from home, away from broiling Chinese-New-Year-at-Penang weather, away from distant relatives who marvel at how short I am, away from annoying preteens on TV shrieking ‘Sin Nian’ songs at the top of their lungs and poking their own cheeks vigorously.
I AM ALREADY HATING CHINESE NEW YEAR AWAY FROM HOME.
And to think I will be missing Chinese New Year for the next three years as well.
I even miss the techo-infused New Year songs they blast at shops in Komtar and Sungei Wang.
Not to mention the huge income of angpow collection.
Brother Ooi, I swear if you sapu my angpows, you’re dead.
I am taking half of everything you get when I get back in May.
Anyway, here’s hoping you guys have a great Chinese New Year! Collect more angpows, eat more ‘kam’s, bet more on ogambling, put on more holiday weight or whatever. 🙂
Yam seng.
Oh all right, I’ll admit it. On Saturday I modelled for a fashion show for China Nite.
*braces self for short jokes to come flying*
Yeah lah, this will be the only time in my cute and eventful life that I will ever model. The only reason is that they need models and they need people with qipaos/cheongsams of their own. Therefore I am eligible so shut up about the audience not being able to spy me. 😛
Background info: China Nite is an annual event organised by the Chinese Cultural Association in celebration of Chinese New Year. The whole show consists of all Chinese-related performances and they have Chinese snacks (Sam Cha Peng! Rabbit sweets! ) and souvenirs to be sold.
Here are the pictures just because I am a self-obsessed camwhore.
::Angela doing my hair. She says its her work of art.::
::Elise ignoring our pleas of “No flash!” and took pics of us anyway.::
::After hair and make up. Hou boh? Angie did the hair for me, I did the makeup for Elise, we’re using Elise’s camera now. Symbiosis.::
::Xue and Ann, cochairs of CCA::
::The lion dance troupe::
::The guy who plays the fat guy carrying the fan, holding the little lion.::
::Lion dance in progress::
::More lion dancing::
::The Ribbon dance::
::Ribbon dance in motion::
::Me and my fellow model. Dammit, I forgot her name! Wilhemina, according to the name list, if I’m not mistaken.::
::Ning and Angela::
::Jeannie, Elise, Angela, Aud (another moment of fatness)::
::Me and Yen::
::Me, Annie the fashion show coordinator and Angela::
::Yen and Angela. Ahhh another picture I love!::
::Me and Angela. Here the camwhoring starts.::
::While waiting for our garlic bread::
::Even I have to admit this is going a bit over the top.::
::Us ancient China ladies are going home::
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