Nostalgic Lu


The Fall term began and companies had been setting up recruitment activities furiously over my side of university. Amid all the rush and upcoming exams, I can’t help but wonder, what life had in store for me. Or rather, what can I do to control the flow of life. I am at the midpoint of my college days. What I do from this few moments on will most probably defined the my life for the next two decades or so. Frankly, I still have no idea what my specialty interests are, though I identified a rather broad niche to pick from.

What do I want from life. Where do I imagined myself to be 5 years from now, how about 10 or 20 years from now. Do I want to work? If so, which field? Do I want to go grad school? If so, more questions to thinks about. I saw the campus recruiters who came to college, some have springs in their footsteps as if they found their ideal job. Others, a slight sorrow hidden behind a mask of indifferent face. I wonder which one I would be. Or, I could take the third option, finally starting on my Project A. It has been months since I envisioned it, but I never get to start on it.

Every year, I would reflect on Robert Frost poem on”The Road Not Taken”, wondering if I should have taken the other path. Regret is always on my mind. So, I often opt to take the singular road, to prevent my meeting with the fork in the path. A successful leader makes quick decision and moves on to other endeavors if the outcome is a failure. Still, I’m here, unable to decide yet still looking forward.

Now, back to editing my resume and work on my Korean homework. 안녕히 계세오.

New York 01

(NYC, New York) Cheeky rascal likes to have his photos taken. He wanted to have a picture skateboarding through Central Park.

My last trip to New York coincided with Michael Jackson death. I was never an avid fan of him, but it is regrettable he died at such an age. His song certainly was influential when I was young, having a few friends who were fans of him. I was not aware of this incident until one by one, Facebook notices popped up regarding his death. Watching the news in the hotel room was never less inviting than this when everything was about him and it was pretty much predictable.

New York 05

(NYC, New York) The Miserable Ones. I think it’s befitting MJ, his songs lived on to be some of the most popular, at a price

New York 02

(NYC, New York) Demonstration at hand. They sealed up a road in the city center

Walking around New York was mostly to satisfy the inner child in me. It is not everyday that I got landed right in the middle of a bustling city with all sort of events going on. In fact, I hardly been to any crowded area for months prior to this. The atmosphere here is something to be missed. I hoped to return soon to catch up on other stuff I missed out. In the mean time, enjoy some of my favorite childhood love.

New York 03

(NYC, New York) Lego!!!

New York 04

(NYC, New York) Not M&M’s in particular. But I do have a rather sweet tooth

Chicago might not be considered a food haven, by my standards. But deprived from the usual delicacies for the past few months have an effect of bringing back nostalgic taste. Indeed, my time in Chicago was spend indulging in feasts.

siew-mai

Dim Sum meal ~ Siew Mai, just the tip of the iceberg.

penang-restaurant

(Chicago, Illinois) Sorry, I could not resist. Penangnites, your opinions?

roast-pigeons

(Chicago, Illionois) My travel coincide with some of the coldest days in Chicago’s history. Even the pigeons are forced to decide between becoming frozen birds, or roast pigeons.

Sorry for the lack of quality in pictures. The weather was cold, and I was shivering while holding the camera. I was a glutton too, I would rather digg into the food than retake a decent picure of the foods.

At times like this is when I felt a little homesick. I am not the type who will get emotional over a lot of things, but this song often reminds me of the things that did. I find the song resonates with my inner emotion a lot to touch my heartstrings and I often replay it when I feel lonely. One of my favorite songs, from my favorite girl group ~ SNSD.

Enjoy. Happy Mother’s Day.

all-saints-stamp

Sekolah Ulung ~ Premier School, SM All Saints

Not bad. I just recently received this news. My alma mater, All Saints Secondary School was honored by Pos Malaysia to be included as one of the four Premier school selected to be engraved forever as stamps.

SM All Saints was chosen by Pos Malaysia Berhad to be honoured in the custom-made stamps and first-day covers for their academic and curriculum achievements.

Ah, the nostalgic feeling and school pride seems to be filling up inside myself again.

This school had produced notable personalities and professionals, past and present, among others, former Chief Minister Tan Sri Chong Kah Kiat and Upko Deputy President-cum-Tuaran MP, Datuk Wilfred Bumburing, who was also a former Deputy Chief Minister.

“In fact present Chief Minister Datuk Seri Musa Aman was also once a student here.”

International golfer Ben Leong (my cousin), swimmers Alex Lim Keng Liat and Elvin Chia, and karate exponents Michelle Koh and Sarah Chung, to name a few, were also products of the school.

I should strive harder to be included as one of the more notable alumna a few years down the road.

Quod Facimus Id Perficimus

“What We Do We Carry Through”

Credits: Photo of Michael Phelps from uberminx

I am just amazed with a fellow Wolverine, Michael Phelps performance in the Olympics swimming competition. I’d been watching him since his rivalry with Ian Thorpe sometimes along the Sydney 2000 Summer Olympics. Although Ian Thorpe is the dominant figure in the swimming arena of that time (and still hold a big place in my memory), I couldn’t help but notice a strong contender in the form of Michael Phelps.

And this time, during the Beijing Summer Olympics 2008, he just blew my expectations of him away. Already confirmed as a Great Olympian with his 14 gold medals, 8 from this year Summer Olympics, he went on to acquire these gold medals by creating 7 world records and a smaller consolation prize of 1 Olympic record. It’s not a small accomplishment here. I doubt whether I can create so many world record in just one year.

Looking back at all this competitive swimming brings me back to the time where I used to have intensive swimming. The intense feeling as the heart pounds on my chest, beating so hard till I sometimes felt like I will be having a heart attack soon. The adrenaline rush and the excitement at the blow of the whistle, trying to swim past everyone else, the mind numb as soon as the hands start to move along. The cold water in the indoor diving pool, sucking off my body heat less I get hypothermia if I don’t keep swimming to warm myself up.

Ah, the bottomless pit of the diving pool. How I love the feeling that there’s no boundary to limit my movements

Counting the straight As

I recently went back to my former school to retrieve my official SPM certificate. I check out the records and saw that some of my ex-classmates obtained their certificates about two months before. I cannot imagine that this certificate is suppose to represent what my ten years in public school education is supposed to lead up to.

On the other hand, it is exactly the same paper which opens up opportunity for me. Looking back, this paper provide some sort of motivation in my effort to be a Renaissance Man, but the effect might not be as pronound as I expected. I could have done just as well through reading and discussion elsewhere.

Things of value change its value with the change of time, owner, place, or shape. I guess that in this context, the value of this certificate has been milked and through the passage of this, its value is nothing more than the cost of paper the ink is printed on.

To the guys who stayed back. From the one who leaves, a little sooner.

My tribute to INTI, the place where I -

  • See testosterone enriched males with high ego to form a tribe-like society rich in ritualistic actions such as Arumba, twisted nighttime behaviors etc…
  • And the equally communal females who stick up to each other like a pack of hungry lioness.
  • Or to hear howlings in the middle of the night by the Malay guys.
  • Where I also meet my wonderfull roommate who wouldn’t mind my erratic nocturnal habits.
  • Plus other elusive people whom I hardly see outside of their room.
  • As well as the forever mysterious SAM girls I hardly encounter.
  • The happy crowd in my community service program.
  • My nimble and gracefull dancing partners.
  • My chess sparing partners.
  • And most important, to my few neighbours who I talked with until the dawn of the next day. Those who sometimes drag me out in the middle of the night to grab a bite in mamak stall and also the ones who keep on disrupting my sleep with invites to play multiplayer games.

This is my dedication to all of you … Whom I have the honor of calling my friends.

Flying into the unknown, soaring to greater heights.

30. I’d been counting the days before I step into the flight away from home. With the oil price sky rocketing and the flight tickets in the same direction, I’m not sure whether I will make a trip back home in the nearest break.

With the few days remaining, I’m evaluating if I am prepared for any culture shock or trauma I may be experiencing in the States. Although, I had spent the past one year away from my family, I have the confidence to be independent and evade any shocks I might encounter.

In these past few weeks, I should cherished the moments I had left with my parents and yet, I squander them all away sleeping. I should put them into more productive sectors, which I have neither yet to discover nor intending to fulfill.

Time is getting shorter and I am still here, fooling around. The time is ticking. 30 left, and soon to be 29.

My Future Job?

I had a trip to Putrajaya whereby I look around the place. And it certainly fit the public description – modern, clean, planned out structures, with all the high and mighty splendor a country’s wealth can pour into. It’s the epitome of a well planned futuristic piece of work.

And yet, Jason point out something. As the administrative center of Malaysia, there are very few Malaysian made cars in there. All that I saw where BMWs, Toyotas etc. Where’s the nationalistic pride that government been trying to implement in the people? My guess is that even the higher officials know how lackluster a Proton car performance is. Or they are just typically bound to the unhealthy third world mentality that cars show the status of a person. Thus, they all opt for fuel guzzling high end cars even though they have far cheaper and fuel efficient cars at their disposal.

The architecture in it also does not distinctively shows much of the Malaysian culture, just some plain looking buildings like that of Wall Street. Aside from a large mosque, I also did not see any other religious temple around that area. Or maybe they’re just hidden away from my view.

On a short note, the trip to Putrajaya is quite saddening for me because I know it will be the last of which I will see some of my companions in a long time.

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