Enthuseries
Saturday, May 26th, 2007I left this place centuries ago and so forth,the rythm havent kicked in for me. To straight away continue and pick up the pieces from a place long abandoned felt foreign and i’m very unsurprised at how slow i’m typing due to reluctantly-coming out thoughts.I could not believe this was once a place i’m personally proud of and looking back at it after such awhile, a sheer wave of embarassment run through.
I bet people who sees me right this moment would have thought bad of me,seeing how crimson red i went as if ‘m looking stuff on the internet thats, ehem, inapproppriate.Little do they know, i was just looking at my blog.
Well, at least i’m shaking my head real hard so that the the state of the place that i’m looking at right this instant will be just a delusion.
Ah, sod it. As much as i’m trying to conceal that it was i, after all , who wrote the next few lines ( coming in the next few sentences), it’s a futile effort all the way anyway because heck, people know i own this place. so when u read after this and scrutinize about how poor the writing is, please, please, dont try to imagine whats my expression like, or even better, imagine of me because u dont want to remember an image of me going a darker shade of crimson…. ( wincing)
BUKIT TABUR
We started warming up at 9.30 a.m.
Warming up.
By the time we were halfway to the peak, it was freakin’ 11.00 a.m on a toasting Saturday afternoon. Even though the view was sunshinely magnificent where the whole KL can be witnessed minus the smog, but if everytime you take a breather expecting to relax yourself and you cannot acheive that little objective 100 percent since the extreme heat did a commendable job in its lets-not-make-farah-sit-still mission, it kindof left a bad smudge on a nicely decorated cloth of experience
( Aside,my most defining moment was getting to see the whole aerial IIUM’s campus and the whole melawati area).I was thinking wether hulu yam has this very high hills where i can climb up to capture how my school looked like in birds view.But then i remembered the tangki air, and the whole hill thing immediately become unnecessary.
But hey, when i thought back at how the trek was still rocky as ever, forever jagged and always vertically sloped;nothing could beat that.
CIMP TALENT NITE.
One of the many plus points of having foreign lecturers is no, not the awe and the cool-factor of being taught by Canadians. Trust me,that part of novelty ran out after the second week finished. Rather, its more because of their inhibited nature. If the work includes making a fool of themselves, they will do it with pride. Some even think its fun.
The lecturers surprise performance was aptly titled " The Secret Lives of CIMP Lecturer’s ", basically telling a story of what they do outside school.Now, that was fine.
But if u have lecturer’s , who’re ure used to them saying stuff like, " the assignments due on Monday via soft copy before 4.00 p.m" strutting on stage wearing shiny red boxing shorts and wrestling each other, wearing a full set diving gear and pretending to dive, hip-hopping with a Tina Turner wig and black leather skirt ( i had the most shock at the sight of my chemistry teacher), pretending to be a sissy hairstylist, kung fuuing, roller-blading, singing patriotic songs,and catwalking are reasons worthy enough to shout for.
ah, they’re a great sport.
CIMP PROM NIGHT.
I ‘m going to succintly put it like this.
IT WAS A BIG TOWN OF CRAPPYVILLE THAT ALSO HAPPENS TO BE DARK UNTILL PEOPLE CANT EVEN SEE THEIR FOOD.
Okay, ive been to many dinners and even organised one in MPH ( which people only had to pay only 10 rgt), but this one does not justify at all my RM 65.Not even half.
The decorations are real classy, expensive-looking but the prom itself, erm.. it didn’t have heart.
Look, a bad dinner might be real sucky but i can still swallow it if i felt that the organizers really treated it like it was their own little project. You can always feel it no? If a thing or a project belonged to someone, that there are a bunch of people out there who will still be proud of it even though its sucky. And i will still swallow it because i knew how it felt when u organise and plan something wholeheartedly and not only it does not go to plan, it went completely in disarray.
See, the key word here is wholeheartedly.
What i want was, there will be someone who felt real bad and curse himself at how terrible the whole night went. Because,even though it went terribly, theres still heart involved.
That night, i can safely bet no one felt bad.
Except for the attendees.
FINAL EXAM
Nerve racking week.
Now, its the same case, plus the agony of waiting and not knowing.
FORECAST
1. Got to finish printing circa 60 certificates and get them signed by Advisor and Student Service Department Director before Thursday night.
2. G. Irau climbing ( the mossy forest ) in Cameron Highlands
3. SAHABAT garden barbeque dinner at Mont Kiara. Have to get all 50 members pay 30 rgt before Tuesday. The host are breathing upon my neck for the deposits. Well, it seems everyone is breathing upon my neck, Ustazah, Ali, Mr Tan, the committe…
4. Class party at a lecturer’s place.
5. Graduation Day
Everything, believe it or not, will happen ( with God’s will ) concurrently in one week.
* This is a story about how the author tries to convince Dad about the wonders of mountaineering.
Author:" You got to see the whole view of Seremban, even the Malacca’s straits!
( this is when she just came back from G. Datuk)"
Dad: " Why, i just use Google Earth "
And thats why i say Dad is the most sensible fella. He always makes a good point.
