The One With The Semester Results

I still remember…

The times when I got so lazy to get up for my Intro to PR classes on Mondays and Wednesdays.

The times when I dreaded for Psychology class to end earlier so that I can go home.

The times when I refuse to get up in time for Pop Culture classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

The times when I jumped in delight that Alternative Voices class was canceled for that one week.

The times I scratched my head over these subjects’ assignments…

How I actually lived with Leslie’s video camera for the past 2 months before semester ended.

How I managed to squeeze through a PR proposal 2 days before the deadline.

How I wanted to burn the Psychology book cuz it’s just so darn full of theories and stuff.

I guess in the end it all paid out:

No A for Alternative Voices though… 1 mark away, darn it. But still, the only person for me to thank is Lord Jesus Himself, for He is the one who gave me the strength and endurance to go through it. I dedicate this to everyone who believed in me and trusted in my decision to make the jump for Mass Communication before this, as well as to Lord Jesus.

But still… wouldn’t hurt for the 1 mark for the A right? Darn…

The One With The Rain Song

Rain rain rain go away (way),

Come another day (day)…

Haha… CF camp was fun. Back to realitywise, pains and aches everywhere now. Sigh… but it’s fun nonetheless…

OK gotta run to uni’s orientation.

The One Where I Celebrate My Freedom!!!

… well not really. Yeah I’m done with my last paper for this semester, and in comes next semester in about 2 weeks time, but this time it’ll be a short semester, so 7 weeks, and I’ll be done again. And then 2 months break, then next year January I’ll officially be a year 2 student!

Well, in a blink of an eye, I have been in UCSI more than half a year. And there’s the usual ups and downs, sometimes you just feel so darn liberated and good, sometimes you just feel like it’s the worst thing to be alive. To those who watched yesterday’s Olympics badminton match, you’ll know what I mean when I say :

Sometimes you’re the Lin Dan, sometimes you’re the Chong Wei…

But no, seriously, sometimes you just feel so shitty, so darn fed up with problems that you really don’t think you can overcome it anymore. But there are times to be happy about too.

I don’t know but if I were to compare my last semester and this semester, it’ll be that this semester had been real sucky for me. Tiring, burdensome, you name it man, it all happened in this semester. I know, some of you reading this might be thinking otherwise, but yeah I’m learning, still learning and hopefully next time I will be able to cope with things better.

As I liquidpaper-ed my last error for my essay today during the test, I just suddenly felt a burst of excitement, a burst of exhilaration. I don’t know what it is, but I just felt so relieved. Sigh…

On another note, I have a tonne of things to do. Need to service the car, need to get my college diploma (overdue for half a year already), need to get speakers for my computer, need to do lots of nonsensical stuff like sleep, eat, rest…bla bla bla… oh, and in the mean time, I gotta pack the bags to head for CF Camp.

Yay me!! Enjoy your two weeks off!

The One Where Avril Lavigne Gets Banned

When I read this piece of news this morning, I laughed hard. Well to those of you who don’t read the daily or The Star as a matter of fact, click HERE:

The PAS youth actually called a ban to ban Avril Lavigne from performing in KL 2 weeks from now because apparently “rock and punk is not suitable for the young generation and especially so during Merdeka month”.

Well, I suppose if you want to ban rock and punk then you should go all the way to banning it. But Avril Lavigne??? Banned cuz apparently she’s ‘not suitable’ for the younger generation???

Come on lah, who are we kidding here? Heck, I don’t even know what the younger generation listens to these days, let alone punk and rock influence.

If memory serves me right, a few years ago there was a hit Malay TV show on NTV7 which featured a certain Mat Rock character. Well, why isn’t it banned then?

But yeah, the Malaysian Artistes’ Association (Karyawan)’s president, Freddie Fernandez, in his reply to the PAS youth ban, said it best when he said “

“PAS Youth should really take a good look at themselves and examine whether what they are doing is correct. Their narrow-mindedness will definitely not get the support of the rakyat. They are always looking at the world through blinkers. They cannot see any other point of view except theirs.”

Good one, good one…

But if I could say anything to any of the PAS Youth members… it would be:

“Eh bang-bang sekalian, muka cam ni korang takut ke?”

I can almost hear Avril say…

“Suckers”.

The One Where I’m Ugly

Ugly, disgusting, unpleasant looking…

Whatever, you name it, I got all of it.

But is it my fault that I’m born like this?

I hate first impressions seriously. So I’m fat, so happened I’m not good looking.

Is it my fault then? Don’t I want to look good too?

Is it my fault?

The One With The Passion Conference

And I thought I would have at least for once, be ahead of the pack by blogging about it first… nope, that’s not the case. Before I know it, almost everyone I know who has a blog already posted a post on their Passion Conference Kuala Lumpur 2008 experience. Oh well…

But truth is, the conference was phenomenal. It was life-changingly good. I have no other words in my mind besides ‘awesome, fantastic, mind-blowing,’. Ok, not that I’m dumb or anything, but to describe the Passion Conference in one word, it would be ‘Indescribable’. Not stealing the name from their previous conference, but really, those who were there at Sunway Convention Center last Sunday would know what I’m talking about.

But… to the conference now…:

*THIS WOULD BE A NOTICE TO ALL USHERS/VOLUNTEERS/SCREAMERS AT THE PASSION CONFERENCE…

… is that you guys should REALLY consider not being so strict and ‘passionate’ about your jobs. With that, I mean no screamos, no yelling, no stern eyes staring at the empty seats next to you and demanding that your head be chopped off for reserving the seat for a friend of yours, who so happen to need to visit the toilet and WILL NOT take ETERNITY to return to their seats. All in all, yes some of the helpers were a bit rude. Not all, but some of them, which really is unfair to the rest of them who were great. I really hope this would change in the future for all conferences, especially Christian ones. I am not trying to save my butt here by saying I don’t want to offend anyone, but really… be less ‘passionate’ about your jobs please. At the end of the day no one would wanna be yelled at, especially yourself.

On a brighter note, the praise and worship was awesomely amazingly good! Chris Tomlin standing a few metres away! Argh! Charlie Hall too! Argh! And Louie Giglio! Argh! They started with a rather weak ‘Bittersweet Symphony’ though… preferred Hillsong’s version, and how they linked to Amazing Grace.
It was a great time of worship by these guys, and of course, Louie Giglio was in his His element that night.

But… but, but…

In all good stories, there must be a bad ending… or is it the other way around?

What happened was, I got called by my dad to come home so that he could use my car to attend to whatever he wanted to do. So he said be back by 10pm, so ok, I left with a heavy heart at around 930pm so that I could rush home on time. So I dashed out of the hall, got into the elevators… and…

I WAS LOST.

I could not find the entrance or pathway to my parking. I spent the next 30 MINUTES trying to figure out where I came from, or where I parked. In a desperate attempt, I finally gave in and after calling a few friends (one who sent me to the wrong direction, thank you very much), I decided to just go to the Concierge area and get some help from the guards. He was kind enough to get me to his colleague so that I could buggy ride my way to the parking. Yay to that, but the sad thing is…

I PASSED BY THE PATHWAY TO MY PARKING FOR MORE THAN 3 TIMES.

It was like… there. Yet, I could not see it the first 3 times. Darn it… Well, it’s ok, I’ll just pay my parking fees and leave I thought…

JUST TO REACH HOME AND DAD WAS NOT AT HOME ANYMORE.

Then I asked my mum why didn’t anyone sms/called me and inform me? Mum said she expected dad to call me, dad said he expected mum to sms me. Great huh? I left Passion half and hour earlier, just to be stuck in Pyramid for another half and hour, and by the time I got to my parking, the conference just ended. Great huh?… huh… sighhhhhhh…

So anyways, Passion Conference Kuala Lumpur 2008 rocked. And as we all know, they are on a world tour now, and just before they came to Kuala Lumpur, they were at Manila, Philippines on Friday night, and there’s this prayer thing that a city will pray for the next city that they’ll be heading to. Come Kuala Lumpur’s turn, Manila would have prayed for us to make an impact in our city, in our generation.

After Kuala Lumpur, it would be to Jakarta, Indonesia, on the 5th of August. And we are supposed to pray for you guys at Jakarta. Passion gave us this sort of like a wristband thingy (well, not literally gave us, I mean, it’s the thing that would allow you entrance to the conference… so, yeah), and once our turn was up, we could flip it around and it write ‘Passion Jakarta, 5th August 2008’ on it, which looks something like this:

So are we praying? Yes we are. Be prepared Jakarta. YES WE ARE.

P.S.: Did I mentioned that Passion Conference rocked? Oh, I did? Then did I say the reason why it rocked is because of Jesus? No? There you have it, JESUS ROCKED PASSION CONFERENCE!