4 guys and an apartment

Let’s rephrase. What do four bachelors do when they are stuck in an apartment living room? They are neither gay nor pathetic by the way. There are just plain bored.
Here’s the answer. They talk about girls. They talk about sex. They bought tickets for “quackathon” race. They talk about anal sex, penetration and pain. They talk about schools. They talk about sex. They talk about women, erection and fertilization. They talk about gays. They talk about pathetic gays. They talk about sex. They talk about ghost and supernatural stories.
Last night we did not talk about football or any other sports. We did not talk about studies or class or anything about it. We did not talk about food. There are no beers. Just four friends, sitting around a table, laughing their ass off, listening attentively and talking passionately.
This is male bonding. This is typically male bonding. It appeared like we are four dumb, nothing-better-to-do boys, but we are….. Okay, maybe we really have nothing else better to do. But so what? This is what we do.

Adrenaline Rush; a selfish account

Pupils expanding, blood vessels dilating, heart beat increasing, blood gushing in and out of the heart at a crazy pace, muscles all pumped up, the whole body is in a flight-or-fight mode. The mind is alert, the vision is extra sharp, senses sharpened, its like someone just hit the emergency button and the whole SWAT team is running, chaos, systematic chaos. Thoughts screaming, panicking. This is adrenaline rush, this is what I am feeling.

This is different from before. This time around, I cannot afford bad scores anymore. I have to nail this, I am going to nail this. Doing reasonably well is not going to cut it. THIS IS IT.

SAT result itself is so suspense-filled... I can't even imagine waiting for university's acceptance results. Fingers crossed. Pray for me. Whatever happened during SPM, please let it happen again.

Third draft

Thanks friends for the comments. So this is it. I am still open for any other comments or remarks.

Journeying through scouting movement under the impression that prestigious the King Scout award would be the greatest honor a scout can ever achieve, I eyed for that honor, endured through harsh trainings and sacrificed time and energy for that purpose. In the end I did it. I achieved all the necessary badges and ultimately the award. But it meant nothing. Neither achieving the honor nor becoming the highest ranked scout in the troop meant much to me as compared to the satisfaction I gained from my involvement in this troop. I might be a King Scout and a Troop Leader whose name appear alongside as a legacy in the state’s scouting movement but all I am ever going to boast about is the memorable bitter sweet moments; how much I fell in love with this magnificent troop, which I am a part of and which is a part of me.

How about this?

I have always thought that the prestigious King Scout award would be the greatest honor a scout can ever achieve. So I eyed for that honor, endured through all the harsh trainings and sacrifice time and energy for that purpose. In the end I did it. I achieved all the necessary badges and ultimately the award. But it meant nothing. Neither achieving the honor nor becoming the highest ranked scout in the troop meant much to me as compared to the satisfaction I gained from my involvement in this troop. I might be a King Scout and a Troop Leader whose name appear alongside as a legacy in the state’s scouting movement but all I am ever going to boast about is the memorable bitter sweet moments; how much I fell in love with this magnificent troop, which I am a part of and which is a part of me.

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Short answer: Briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities in <150>

Journeying through scouting movement under the shadow of a prominent scout as my brother, in an established, respected troop is certainly not easy. All the great feats I achieved were considered insignificant because of my brother. I felt the need to meet others’ expectation to equal, if not surpass, my brother’s contributions and achievements. In the end I did, but it meant nothing. Neither surpassing my brother nor achieving the King Scout award meant much to me as compared to the satisfaction I gained from my involvement in this troop. I might be a King Scout and a Troop Leader whose name appear alongside as a legacy in the state’s scouting movement but all I am ever going to boast about is the memorable bitter sweet moments; how much I fell in love with this magnificent troop, which I am a part of and which is a part of me.

How do you start to start?

This is ironic. I have millions (okay maybe tens) of application essays to write but I ended up siting in front of Acer to post a blogpost. People always say that to write a good essay you need a good draft. But the problem now is that I don't have a draft and I don't know how to start drafting. I can't even adumbrate my thoughts (if I do have any right now) into words. Maybe I am thinking too far ahead, but I don't feel right when I can't picture how my essay is going to look like in the end.

That's problem number 1. Problem number two is that common app is not that common after all. I only have 6 choices of which 2(MIT and California Berkeley) doesn't apply. Correct me if I am wrong but I guess I have to apply for those two the old fashion way.

Anyway, problem number 3 is even more terrifying. The required fields does not apply to Malaysian Students and most of other stuff I don't know whether I am writing it right. Is it suppose to be this or that? SGI or UNITEN? College prep or grade 12? Graduated '08 or graduating in '10?

Problem 4 is a little dumb and stupid, childish and unnecessary, selfish and foolish, but I think I am addicted to this stupid game. Dragona. I mean what the f? Dragona? The name itself shows how lazy and creatively-suppressed the creator is. Dragon...na... And guess what, I haven't even saw a single little dragon in there yet. As crazy as it sounds, I am addicted. I don't know what's wrong with me but I easily get hooked-up with stuffs, games particularly.

Previously it was this simple flash game (I think it is flash), Bejeweled. Further back it was Ragnarok and GOD, that is so hard to deal with. you keep playing and playing and playing and the higher you level is the more you want to play. And the more you play, the more you get addicted to. See how it goes round and round. MMORPG is like that. Unlike DOTA (which is addictive to many but not me) RPGs enable you to save your current level, items skills, etc and continue the next time. DOTA is addictive because everyone starts on a fair ground. 2 assumptions here; 1- Assuming people love to start from 0 and 2- assuming having the skills, techniques, strategies, know-how, and 24-hours of gaming per day against an amateur is fair given they all start from nil. Well obviously its not fair, which proves assumption 1 wrong. People don't like to start from zero. They try to get the added advantage which the only way to get is by playing more ergo addiction. Clever right these creators. They do it so subtly that you think you are smart but actually they predicted all these craps.

Back to my point, how am I going to start to finish my application is there are so many vague areas and unknowns. Will I ever finish it? Guess I have to sleep with my laptop for this two weeks.

By the way, did I use too many I don't know here? Feels like I do. Well, I don't know. Who cares anyway.

I saw her last night.....

I took the SAT2 today. Math1 Math2 and Physics- Don't remind me, I know how dumb it is to register for Math 1 and 2 at the same time. I have to admit I did not do very well. But it doesn't really matter. BAD NEWS and GOOD NEWS.

Bad news: I can't go back home this coming deepavali. What's worse, its my mom's birthday. And there was I planning for a surprise appearance. No luck this time around.

Good news: My first debut is drawing near and even better, I have a warm up competition- UM vice chancellor cup held at UKM. I don't expect to perform fantastically considering I have not been training but it will be a good warm up competition prior to the major inter-varsity.

Anyway, I met with someone special last night. She was, as usual, being herself. Very caring, loving, concerned and "naggish". It was a short meeting. All most just for an instance. She looked alive, literally. She was reminding me to study, to revise and to not brag.

My grandma- well in this case, my whole family- has this wrong perception about me. They think I do well in exams without studying much. I did study, quite a lot, just not in front of them. But that's not the point.

Her words really weigh. Really meant something. Because she left almost so instantly, I felt there's so much more for us. She have not see even her eldest grandson graduate. Attend the marriage or see her great grandchild.

I really missed her. I was looking forward to seeing her when I graduate (considering I even get to a university there).

Mushy mushy. Anyway I was glad to see her. Somehow it felt as though she has not really left yet. And guess what, she is still as fierce like she was. Warning me to study hard and not to fool around. This is the first time I ever dream of her. I hope she keep coming back and talk to me. I don't mind if she comes back to give me a good scolding as long as she comes.

Her warning proved to be true. The physics were really hard. But with her blessings, things will turn up just fine, I know they would.