I first settled here in Ann Arbor in the baby mornings of the summer, when trees still bore the colors of green, and the sun still shone so bright. The slipping sands of time silenced the summer and forced the dawn of autumn. Verdant greens gave way to moody browns. Trees hung their heads in sadness as it shed its happy friends to embrace the solitude of silence.
It was so funny that it was in the depths of autumn, only did the campus spring alive. Soldiers of scholars tracked the wide stretched roads, scuttling to their nearby classes. Respective clubs, erected their fortresses to galvanize young blood into their cause. Fresh-ies mustered into the semi-warmth darkness of Crysler Arena, for our big send off.
A father knows that he is a success when he looks into the eyes of his children and find them better off than he is now. Based on that measurement, you can rest assure…..irrespective of your distant past, or whatever that might transpire tomorrow….
The name Alex is neither chosen out of wistful thinking. Nor was it conjured due to the fashion of the day. I had this name, with full knowledge of my parents, since my primary school years. The genesis of Alex started out of pure fun, but was soon instrumental as a main dish of practicality for quick recognition as my circle of friends and acquaintances grew beyond the walls of Malaysia. It was simply practical as many foreigners find it hard to pronounce, what more remembering my name.
Halfway around the world unto your computer screen!
It’s my birthday “present” to you!
Had some problems uploading the video to youtube even though I am in the US!
Enjoy!
My story is like Barack Obama’s - an improbable journey.
I started off the first few pages of my life circling through the spheres of my nation. From Kuantan to Cheras to Subang Jaya, I was a boy brimmed with optimism. I was cuddled comfortably within the secure sphere of a Malaysian dream that all races have a place in this country. And that dream would mean more than a right to vote or a right to choose our democratic servants but an entitled right to call my country home.
I am safe in Ann Arbor people! I arrived here around 6.15 am and it’s 22 degress celcius around here. The place is seriously cool! I really really love it here!
And for those of you who knows me, I’m a food connoisseur! I just like stuffing food down my throat and excreting them from the asshole. Food digestion fascinates me! Don’t get me wrong! I’m not an expert when it comes to the martial arts of culinary. But I do know good food when I taste one.
