Back to School (Again)

How does it feel sitting for a test after ages of not doing one? Sort of dreadful: the same old routine all over again. Ensuring you did sufficient preparation and the anxiety if you pass or fail since this time around the stakes are higher too.

Classes can be pretty dreadful too, with long 8-5 hours and the presence of some obnoxious people adds to the bane. This is also the first time in my life I’m encountering a bona fide bimbo! She will shriek when she gets excited, talks with that irritating bimbo slang, bitchy, overconfident and guess what, she’s blonde. To do her just, as a saving grace she’s friendly.

Yet, I don’t know if a bimbo is worse, or someone who could just ramble on and on at the speed of light. Two of the combined: they really make a team. My ear drums are at their limits and I’m looking forward to a seat rotation.

Subject matter’s pretty interesting actually. Instructor’s pretty cool: a paunchy man who looks a little like Hitler, who is after all a little sadist. All in all, school’s still good whereby you still have the dominant control over your time.

Ultimately, do I miss uni? Honest answer: yes, but not the studying. The friends, the company, the crazy moments, the blitheness, and if uni was in a more urban area I think I’m really going to miss my student life greatly.

Puuuuuutttttt

I was told this explains me PRECISELY. No denial. LOL

Stay Cool.....

This is absolutely indispensable to cool your burning cheeks, and anywhere else you need cooling.

I’d now think extreme cold is more treacherous than the extreme heat, because this chunk of ice took much longer than I expected for the desert heat to melt down. Thus imagine what an iceberg could do.

Remission

After a week of toiling, I'm going into remission. Sounds misleading with that austere tone right? I'm supposed to be happy that I finally alleviate myself of this huge load called the Final Year Project/Thesis. I'm just too tired to respond gleefully after the past nights of burning the midnight oil.

All I'm thinking of now, is to reward myself with a well deserved meal despite skipping swimming today after a long session with my supervisor. This is really letting my hair down (though I have none to be let) due to it's non conformity with my exercise-food intake ratio.

Garrgh. I'm supposed to be jovial rather than austere. Entertainer for hire, anyone? And ANY form of entertainment.

The Rampaging Ox

Yeap, since the Ox has to be brought into the pen while the Tiger is brought out from the zoo, it seems to be belligerent, rampaging. And it only seems to be doing so on Thursdays. Someone else got the taste of it too, but I'd say indeed a costly one. My only complain for this Thursday is NO VALENTINES DAY MOVIE, which I was so hyped about (Taylor Swift where art thou), though I'm glad I did not mistakenly frighten another wrong person on my way to class.

Looks like this Ox leaves us no choice but to send our Matador to manhandle it.

There's a personal 'bull' which I just successfully subjugated, which is this:

I don't do Photobooth mugshot, but I just felt obligated to today since I managed to get my Progress Report done so that I can have the whole of next week off in conjunction with CNY.

(YES this is downright gloating here)

Booh...Oops...Sorry

4 Feb 2010, 8.57am

I was on the phone when I saw this girl who resembles Sharon Pau. The same hairstyle, the same way of carrying a water tumbler by its ears on her flank, and I would say the same proportion of figure too. Upon hanging up the phone I prowled towards her.

8 hours before, 3 Feb 2010

It was Pinky's birthday celebration (Happy Birthday, and thanks for putting up a poker face pretending you were surprised). I had to take a mugshot for my resume but all the photo studios were closed, a spill over effect from the wretched dentist on Pasir Putih Rd. Hence the next best was DIY which Aiting offered to help edit in class at 9am. That left me with the impression we had Operations Management at 9am, which is a common class.

Present

As I approached I whispered in the most ghastly hush I could manage: "Sharon Pau". She shrieked and as she turned, I realized, oops, I got the wrong person. So in a very nonchalant manner I apologised saying I mistaken her for my friend. We kinda played it cool and I got to know that she's in EE from 2nd yr 2nd semester as fate has it. Talk about surreptitiousness.

I only realised my class at 9am was Electrical Machines II and not Operations Management when I checked my schedule for the venue of the class. I laughed my way to E.Machines class blaming this encounter on Aiting.

Back to 'School'

Yeah. We are young adults still being treated as kids in this 'school' called Universiti Teknologi PETRONAS. Returned for my final semester to find the internet fettered, just like China. Talk about freedom of information, speech and globalization. All google related sites and tools are blocked, yes which includes gmail which is totally unacceptable considering how indispensable google is.

Now there’s some way to bypass proxy which given us freedom, which eventually reflects on the point that the more a society or individual is restricted the more they would rebel and find loopholes to sneak through, just like religion too.

On a lighter note I was impressed with Tesco’s song selection. They actually played an Italian song which I like while I was doing groceries there. Got over-hyped I had to message Bha Eeo about it when she mentioned Kee Hui might have been the DJ.

Wasn’t only me who got hyped over something. Bha Eeo is the other who is raving about her discovery of Freemason temple in Ipoh and Penang to the extent she said this:

"mcb lee tze yang

there's a building in penang i always passby

also a masonic temple!"

Not forgetting also folks who like to perpetually sai meng. One keeps saying how jealous he is cause we get to come back to uni while another keeps saying how ‘unfortunate’ he’s not in EE so he does not have so many lectures.

Final semester has been the time most of us have been waiting earnestly for, but now that it’s here, I know I will miss how we will be able to gather frequently to hang out. I was conspiring with a few other friends to flout a few laws before we graduate:

1. To drive from Pocket D end all the way to Chancellor’s Complex in a convoy.

2. Camp in the IRC and remain unnoticed even on the next day.

Looking forward to the hiking (more trekking like) trip this coming Saturday with Dean and his buddies, while Bha Eeo despite so much coaxing chose mee suah over us it, allegedly also claiming she doesn’t wanna abandon her darling roomie.