Ah, the first Monday I need not drag my butt out of bed before the sun actually rises! In fact, I woke at lunchtime. Crap, my timetable is all messed up again (Happens everything there's no activity to fulfil). My head that has been brimming with loads of ideas while was working, is now floating in an uncomfortable vacancy.
= clean room up (yet again, it seems to have an automatic reset button)
= go for a Toastmasters meeting (just have a look see, need to get over my damned stage fright)
= make candles for colleagues (they gave me another farewell lunch... feel so guily abt it)
= find a new darn hobby (!!!) or learn something
= stop spending so much time on the internet! (spot the irony...)
= sit in a corner going, "Goo goo, ga ga gaaa..."
Now for my weekly updates.
Went to LimKokWing last Saturday; my ma and me have to catch their bus from masjid jamek lrt station at 9am. Was rather worried, as the last time I attempted to go to Go Academy by public transport, I missed the stop by erm, 3 or 4 miles... lol. However, nearly woke up late and endured a 15-minute lecture from my ma, reached the MJ(not singer, mind you!) station at precisely 9.05am. Yet luck shines, for the bus is late! LOL. There were only four passengers (two moms, two kids) in the big school bus and the driver kept asking whether there's any more (my mom replied she didnt exactly interrogate everyone in the station). The bus was cold and I shivered.
First thing I noticed abt the place... well, huge and black and red sand surrounded the place. But they've put up some graphic design all over the walls, which is covers almost all the outside walls. And surprisingly, the nice building that they so often put in leaflets, is actually to be a shopping mall... The real building to study in is to the side, not as impressive as the shopping mall. So, we went into the office where had to sign up and all the stuff, they wanted to take a pic of us as well (for some certificate of attendance...no one did it =P. Call me unsporty, but it was kinda corny for me). then the tour of the campus(spacey, but i thought they wasted a hallway for pictures of luct graduates who made it big. And that shopping mall...*sigh*), the guide was funny and the counsellors (Abdullah and David Ho) were excellent. my mom liked the latter counsellor a lot (not THAT way, lol) as she feels he explained enough and his words made her relax her worries abt me pursuing a course in arts. Yes, Lean Chiew, I can hear you harrumphing all the way, lol. Ya, here's your name, you owe me advertising money! =P. Some things that he found out and the things I've learnt from the ppl in LUCT contradicts, but i guess sometimes when you choose a place to learn, it's not only the quality edu you look in...You would also take in the question of environment, recognition and a place to really expand other aspects in self-developement (leadership, PR, etc). Also, it's our own effort. Sorry, am a bit long winded. In fact, a lot of things unpleasant abt LUCT have reached my ears, and I was actually very against it... but then again, life's surprises. Trying for a scholarship there actually. Call me a hypocrite if you like. I suppose I have to empty my head of all the bad testimonies I've heard and judge it meself. Then when the tour was over, a student ambasador (v attractive girl of mixed parentage) was told to bring us to the lecturers or something. We walked a lot and she found out she had been told the wrong information. And there I was thinking that bloopers don't happen to these kind of people! But she was really nice. I just recalled her name started with 'K'. Or 'C'. Oh, damn my memory. Lol.
Anyhoo, the food in the cafeteria tasted funny; there's this chemical taste. The juice is nice though. Ma commented it's a bit pricey. I had to keep shooing flies away from my drinks. Speaking of which... oh, amazing, I haven't even mentioned the amount of flies till now. There are flies in the office, clasroom, cafeteria, the bus... Even the food they are selling. However, like Mom's words: Brand spanking new places usually have them around. Nevertheless I'm bringing my own food if I go there. Halfway into my fishball noodle soup, my mom, noticing the gesture of our fellow bus companion(and her son), told me to stop as the bus is leaving.
Oh, I saw someone I know there (besides LC that is), but I don't think he recognized me. I tapped (Or maybe it was 'whacked'. Hmmm.) him on the arm and greeted him. Well, I wouldn't blame him. The last time he saw me, I was red like a lobster (volleyball-freak at that time...) albeit thinner. Well. Tadaaaa! That's a wrap! (for this anyway =P. feeling all typeactive)
I apologise for the sinfully long entry, but I didn't realize it was while typing. Ah well, let it not go to waste. Right, next!
Argued with a certain superficial someone... over the net that is. Was so incensed by his opinion. Well, I have a nice big prejudice over people who judge one by the surface (perhaps, 'cause I'm not a looker myself =P). It's like, "Oh, I only speak to pretty people, I ignore the rest!". A lousy debator as well. Ended up exchanging insults, of which he kept repeating the same thing. Kinda felt like posting the msgs exchanged between us, but then again, why put his juvenile words on my blog?
You know something? Arguing like this gave me a kind of adrenaline rush. It felt like a rollercoaster ride or groping around in a steep cave with a long drop below. I was indignant, but laughing. I was shaking. It'll like a power I could control. The feeling? I guess it's delirious.
Oh dear, I sound like a mad conquerer, don't I?