Wednesday, November 30, 2005 || I'm happy!!!!! And I wanna go to US!!!
- Listening to: Bic Runga - Sway
Mood: SUPERFRAGELISTICEESPEEAIDOCIOUS-LY HAPPY
Oh, I'm happy!!!
Like really, really REALLY happy!
Biology was HARD. All you studious people have ME to thank. Why? ...
... Because stupid people like me'd definitely pull down the graph. Thus, your As will be a lot easier to obtain. =)
By the way, who the heck is Daphne Teo, and why is everybody on Technorati searching for her all of a sudden?
But putting that aside ... I am EXTREMELY RELIEVED that it's over. VERY VERY relieved. It felt as though I was wearing a freaking metal armour for the past three weeks or so, I was so tense and UNlike my usual happy-go-lucky self. =(
But in continuation from my previous post ... What now?
Well, I guess my MAIN priority, for the moment at least, is to have as much fun as I can. (But considering how I seem to have fun all the time, I actually doubt that life after SPM would be any different from life before it.)
I'm actually DYING to go to US for a holiday. Because my 'sesated', countrylesss cousin brother is there, and I've always been DYING to experience the culture and visit all the cool places there! Like Texas (I LOVE COWBOYS, baby!) and L.A!
My cousin is staying in San Francisco, which I'd KILL to visit as well. Even though, apparently, it is like THE gay territory. Plus, its The Land of The Free, dammit!
So I casually tried to bribe a.k.a beg a.k.a pressure my dad into letting me board that damn plane. And allow me to apply for a visitor's visa. And hopefully give me the cash I'd need to go there.
I tried everything, really. For once, my wit is at loss.
"US is, like, the place for me to learn new stuff! Tons of fabulous museums there!! Like the San Francisco Art Museum!" (I dunno if got such museum or not, I simply crap wan.)
"Daddy ... You know how they say you should grab ALL OPPORTUNITIES when you're still young?"
"I love US. It is such an inspiration to me. I mean, George W. Bush has got to be THE most fantastic president EVER!" (Dad: What the heck does that have to do with you wanting to go there?!)
"I NEED TO PRACTISE MY SOCIAL SKILLS!!! I don't have any friends here in Malaysia. I'm so lonely. I'm so sad here. And you know, I heard the people in US very friendly one. Somemore, cousin Dan has many, err, friends!"
Despite my best efforts, my father still said ... NO.
#%$#%$#%$%$^$%#$#$@##@!#@$
But never mind. So a few days after he nicely rejected my desperate pleas, I received a phone call from THE cousin Dan. Who sounded very very happy and gay (No pun intended) to talk to me.
"Why are you calling? You hardly call!!" I happily went.
"Oh ... I just wanted to call to tell your dad about your VISA." lovely Cousin Dan went.
At this point, my heart went BANG BANG BOOM, obviously.
Me: "WHAT?!?!??!?!?!?! Oh my gosh!! What the! That is SO NICE OF YOU!!!!!!"
I swear, I sounded like a puppy who was just given a damn bone.
And cousin Daniel uttered these words that shattered my already frail and fragile heart.
"Why do you sound so happy about YOUR DAD coming to US for a visit? Not going to miss him, dear? Oh by the way, tell him that he can apply for his visitor's VISA at the US's embassy website bla bla ... "
MAHAI!!!!!!!!!!
OH God, what have I done to deserve this?!?!?!?! I know I've sinned a lot ... A LOT ... But still! This is too much.
Blargh.
So the father's going to US (most probably) during December or January. HE GETS TO SET FOOT INTO THE LAND OF THE FREE, THE PLACE WHERE NIGGAS RAP IN BACK ALLEYS, VISIT ART MUSEUMS, CHAT WITH PEOPLE WITH COOL-ASS ACCENTS AND FLIRT WITH CUTE WHITE DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, except the last one lah. Hahaha. Damn unfair wei.
*wipes tear*
I am going on a mission to start MASSIVELY KISSING my dearest cousin's ass. (Not literally lah, don't be dirty minded) Maybe I can bribe him with some BryanBoy handbags, or something. Whee!
But nvm. There's still the US exchange program that Joshua was telling us about. Maybe I can go for that.
And thinking on the bright side ... If I go for Joshua's exchange trip, I can go with maybe one or two of my friends! Which is a lot more appealing than exploring America alone.
And maybe if that happens, the two (or three) of us can hit on hot, white guys together. Thus, more eye candy, right?!?! (... Though the thought of the TWO of us getting raped together is a bit morbid, though slightly kinky.)
Ohh, I just heard from my youth leader that our church's newsletter is out already! AND, she told me that when my youth pastor submitted the newsletter to the US church for approval and stuff, the pastor who approved the newsletter commented to my youth pastor that the youth section of the newsletter is very 'very well written, even better than what qualified pastors come up with'. Which, the youth section is done by ... ME!!!!!!!
Erm, I'm not bragging. I'm just very VERY flattered, because I'm not even a religious person. And my articles, I didn't think they were good. I really really REALLLLLLLYYYY am very very happy today, despite the "bad news" about US.
And to think, a few days ago, I was discussing with my mum about my plans. I ALMOST gave up journalism, because well, I'm willing to admit that I'm not much good in writing. Plus, journalism isn't really a fantastic way to get rich. But I guess God sort of answered my prayers. (Wah cheh, religious sial budak ni ...)
SO I AM GOING FOR IT!!! NO MORE DOUBTS ABOUT GETTING A SMALLASS PAYCHECK AND BEING JOBLESS WHEN I GRADUATE!!! I CAN DO IT!!!
Aja-Aja fighting!!! ^___^
Oh, my God, I sound so lame, I'm even using korean phrases now. ^^Y
