It's A Love/Hate Relationship

This introduction is for the benefit of those who are unprivileged and lack of details on my personal day to day life.

If you really are that clueless, I am currently pursuing my lifelong dream to be a super duper tip top accountant sitting in crimson red swirl leather chair in a high end office pretending to auditing spreadsheets while I am actually admiring the view and sniggering at the guy below who’s picking his nose thinking nobody’s watching. Hehee. That myth you heard that accountants are superboring people? Not true. For I am a living proof; well known for my capabilities to stun with my ffk-ing abilities, spring into tears any moment, jakuness and quirky rants. Unless you find points to argue that I meet the requirements of a boring individual, I have no further arguments.

And oh, I am in TARC by the way. This college of mine is in the faraway ulu lands of Setapak which is in Wangsa Maju, somewhere near Cheras (you know that place with the Connought Pasar Malam, apparently the longest one around) and a bus ride away to KL, that is as much as I can tell you even after all these months. Given that college isn’t a stone throw away from home and traveling everyday would be tiresome and unimaginable.

Thus, I am hostel bound. And that would instantly mean that I share a room with a fellow pmsing female, sharing the space, light source and air that I breath, using common bathrooms, unappealing canteen food, having the urge to burn the next door’s slipper every once in a while, not having to clean washrooms, finding bowls containing the remains of chilli panmee that look like it had been there for nearly over a week in the pantry and instantaneously killing my appetite.

Welcome to my life.

I may sound like I totally hate my college life. Very contrary to that, I quite like it. I’m comfortable with it. No offense, but I especially like the freedom and independence. No one’s gonna glare at me from over the table when I push the fish to the side of my plate, right dad? The only problem that I do have apart from the language barrier thing, would be being away from home.

Yah yah, I know I just contradicted with myself -______-

But it’s true. I used to cry everyday. Try being dumped into a place, totally foreign for the second time within three months. Damn tulan loh. It was here that I discovered that mastering a single language has both its reward and drawbacks. At very least, I wasn’t expected to join in bimbotic conversations about who and who did what with whom and the drama of it all.

Collegewise pulak, I’m getting better at it. I recognize all the buildings now. I can make my way from one canteen to the other one four times and back without getting lost, just don’t ask why I was walking back and forth four times. Tension saje.

I go for classes with three other girls; Sheryl Sook Huei and Shalanee, and together, that makes us a foursome. Sheryl with her obsession for sports and body parts, Sook Huei with eccentric sense of fashion and Shalanee who’s nearly always attached to the phone. Our personalities are as different as the sun and ocean and for the same reason I get so bengang sometimes. I am not f**king Mother Teresa okay, so don’t expect me to be all pleased, patient and forgiving 24 hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month.

Occasionally, on our good days, we’ll call in pizza delivery or throw a maggi gathering when the almighty rain gets in the way of great plans in the making. And we did celebrate new year's together, so it isn't all that bad :)



Things I hate about college life

1. Waking up at 6.45am for the 8am classes. Thus, my natural alarm clock is preset at seven something. And that includes Saturday and Sundays. What am I to do so freaking early in the morning. No one would wake up that early to go for breakfast.
2. Accidentally pressing the 'off' button on my phone, which means oversleeping and rushing to be in time for classes
3. Empty eerie toilet stalls. I DON’T KNOW WHY but hostelians hardly ever shower in the mornings. I really really cannot understand this kind of people loh. How do they focus in class without freshening up? If I did what they did, I’d be in class alright, but my head will never surface from the table top.
4. Deciding what to wear. Ahahahaa. Once upon a time I was complaining over boring tacky school uniforms.
5. Rushing down breakfast, rushing when I brush my teeth, rushing when I find my keys and leave the room with one sock on. Aaaaah.
6. Guessing whether the other threesome will be there waiting by the gate or will I be the one doing the waiting.
7. Fishing deep in my bag for IDs to flash to the guard. It is annoying giler okay. It's not like I have five hands you know. Dah la rushing for time already, you expect me to be all understanding that you’re just doing your job which I don’t see a point in. Who would sneak into tarc for the FUN of it? Tell me.
8. Walking past tinted classrooms. I always feel that people are watching me. HAHA.
9. Texting half the classmates to check which class I'm supposed to go to.
10. Being the last person to reach class, which isn't that often, really. Salute Sheryl for taking up that position.
11. Climbing up three flights of stairs for 8am classes.
12. Climbing up and down the stairs when we switch classes.
13. Walking with my heavy bag.
14. Deciding where/what to eat for lunch. When you have an indecisive bunch like the foursome, who’s thoughts falter every three seconds and each of us having a different cravings, it is no easy task as it may seem to be.
15. Deciding what/where to do during breaks.
16. Internet connection in the library.
17. When it deliberately rains on the days I carefully choose to wear shoes.
18. BM and English classes. *groans*
19. Replacement classes.
20. The constant series of tests and exams. There just is no rest from it la wei.
21. Getting used to not watching tv and having minimal source of entertainment. -_______-
22. Not having normal holidays. Sibeh tulan okay.
23. Knowing its going to end in two weeks.

Things I love about college life

1. The peace and quietness in the mornings.
2. The after morning showers sensation.
3. Deciding what to wear.
4. Being on time.
5. Napping in between classes. Oh, the bliss of it.
6. Knowing that someone is counting on me.
7. Getting a drift of my lessons.
8. Watermelon slices for only 50cents.
9. Being able to crash other course’s lecture in the event of oversleeping.
10. Having friends I can depend on.
11. Discovering new abilities and that I actually am quite capable in certain aspects.
12. The supercool soon-to-come 24hours computer centre !!!
13. Fridays and coming home.
14. Not having to wonder what/where to eat on Friday evenings.
15. Random outings.
16. Days with no BM/English classes.
17. Bumping into friends. And the random things we do.
18. The PR students final project. Once they had a multicultural exhibition - Faces Of Malaysia which I really really liked. And recently there was Trashion or something which was held to increase awareness about the amount of rubbish that is covering the world. Surreal in a way you would never imagine.
19. Visits to Room 410.
20. Knowing its going to end in two weeks. I am in need of a change of environment, just for a week or two please :D