A day in HELP

Used to being punctual and hated Malaysian timings, I arrived early once again. To my amazement, Desmond(FFK-ed me yesterday –.-)was already there, and not to mention, Jeffrey the prospective monk. 

Since last semester, the ADP department gang adopted a rather interesting trend, playing Cho Dai Dee during break times.

Some enthusiasts even set up an illegal, non-approved Chor Dai Dee club and selected the president, vice-president and other ridiculous posts as “the professional loser” or “the Trash Talker,” and yada yada.

Edwin, the well-known jobless blogger™ is free enough to create a Chor Dai Dee group in facebook, inviting students of ADP to join. Believe or not, he blogged about the rules of Chor Dai Dee in his World Class Jobless Blog Ever™ and even related it to Mathematics. Riz is damn right about his IQ lowering blog! xD Now, there’s a theme song for the group – Hallelujah by Handel –.-

Back to what I was going to say, we played a few games of Chor Dai Dee before my Biology class starts. It was kind of an addiction now. Although the guard of KPDE reiterated that the authority had warned us not to play cards because it’s like a form of gambling, we couldn’t be bothered and continued.

He finally surrendered, allowing us to play without making much noises. But how can that be possible? Chor Dai Dee often come with the cries of ecstatic and joy, agree? But we always try our best to lower down our volume, right? Not..

And so, the guard, a Malay spotted us me shuffling the cards and he was like, “Playing so early in the morning? I SALUTE you!” A Malay saluting a Chinese is always inconceivable to Malaysians me but he just made that happen. Actually, I am the one who’s supposed to salute him as a Muslim for having to wake up early in the morning everyday for his solat subuh. (not being racist here..)

Biology class started and it was Lab today. We did an experiment about the cell - looking at animal and plant cells through the light microscope, which filled me with nostalgia. Anyway, class ended at 9.30 and I was ready to go home.

Yes, I have been grumbling about my sucky time table ever since the start of this spring semester. I have to go to college on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday just to attend one class. While on Friday, my class starts at 8 and ends at 6 with a 4 hours break in between. And trust me, there’s no point consulting the HOD, Mr. Ho . He will nod his head to every single shit that came out of your mouth and give you a “piss” of advice.

Boarded the U82 bus in Pusat Sri Damansara and alighted at the DJ bus stop 15 minutes later. While taking a leisure walk back home, it allowed me to observe the activities all around me but in PJ?, what can you see other than the passing luxurious cars with the drivers staring back at you as if you are not supposed to be walking beside the bustling roads. 

So, I am back home at 10.25.

Signing off as -

confused Sean

“Wonderful” start for a day

After lighting up the oil lamps for a few days, reluctant to get up even when sun shone through the windows, bringing excruciating heat onto my face, I finally broke the daily routine of my holiday life.

I amazingly went to sleep before the clock stroke two and woke up before the roosters crow. Took a chilly bath and wore the boring outfit I always wear to college. After a brief clean-up, I depart for HELP.

Arrived at Damansara twenty minutes earlier and I didn’t even bother to go to KPD E. Went straight up to level 9 via the elevator in Wisma HELP, barged into the room of LH9.3, took the first seat on the third row* and sat down.

The grave silence in the room was eerie, but something kept me accompanied, my NOKIA N73 handphone. Opened a new note, wrote down all my emotions and thoughts in it while waiting for someone to appear at the door.

Slowly, everybody arrived. The arrival of Mid-Hat, especially, took the spotlight as he broke the silence with a LOUD “HELLO.” I almost fell out from the wooden chair I’m sitting on. He was so hyped up on the first day itself that as if there were worms in his buttocks (Couldn’t get himself seated properly).

Then, finally came Ms Rani with her laptop bags hanging from her shoulder and with a packet of take-away drink in her hand. After everything was set up without much complications, the class started.

15 minutes of lecture coerced my slightly rusted mind to work and then there was an instant power failure. The whole room blacked out but fortunately, there were lights in the room, thanks to the two pathetic dim lights that were running by batteries and the sunlight that managed to shine through the blinds.

Only few minutes later that we got an announcement noticing us that the whole Damansara area was actually affected. Couldn’t be bothered, Ms Rani continued her lecture, which I find the obscured formulae of Calculus III even harder to comprehend.

An hour of lecturing without lights and air-conditioning was torturing to the core as if hell is on earth itself. The suffering ended right after my inner self started to grumble and complain about this “catastrophe.” The lights came back as though Jesus just said, “Let there be light!” I was instantly glad that I wasn’t born to the primeval world.

Came back home to study World Religion for next Friday’s quiz although I was extremely exhausted after attending 5 and a half hours straight of classes.

I had to get myself prepared or I’ll be screwed up nicely next Friday because the quiz is going to cover 5 chapters of absurdly interesting pieces of information that sums up to a total of 211 pages. And besides that, Calculus III quiz is going to be held on the same day. Well, wish me luck and hope I don’t die of over-studying (touchwood).

After struggling hard to catch up with that incredibly fast time, I managed to finish only “ONE” chapter of the 5. Pathetic me.

Before signing off, here’s a picture specially taken down for you!

Well, the “S” on the scarf obviously means “Stitch,” but if you interpret it from a different angle, it means “Smile” always.

Take my word for it, appreciate your life before someone gain control of it.

Signing off as -

Lonely Sean :)

Should I, or Should I not?

This could be the longest Chinese New Year that we ever had but it seems as though no one was well-prepared for this annual celebration. It is as though this Chinese tradition will soon vanish within generations to come.

Fewer CNY decorations in shopping malls and on the streets of Malacca. Lesser CNY shoppers in KL and PJ. Decreasing number of fireworks exploding in the dark sky during the nights. Relatives going back to hometown after reunion dinner. Definitely lesser ‘Ang Pau’ received.

Goodness gracious. This should be a celebration that would be able to strengthen the relationship within families. This should be a celebration of joy and laughter. This should be a celebration that we will remember till the day our souls leave for heaven. This should be a celebration celebrated by all. But these are not happening at all in this supposedly ox-picious year of ours.

Hometown used to be liven up with scenes of bustle and excitement. Now, it became a place filled with total strangers and dullness. We used to chat and joke happily when we gathered around the living room. Now, we hid ourselves in separate rooms, doing the things we desire most. Some even preferred not to celebrate this wonderful celebration in their hometown.

Mine wasn’t that great after all. It started off with a limited time for preparation, ending up with almost no new clothings for me. Went back to visit my grandma in Malacca, only to face with my strangers-to-be cousins from Singapore. Back came another uncle from Singapore, whom I never seen him for years. Oh.. That’s worst. I don’t think he even know who I am. As for my 3 ‘loving’ cousins, we didn’t bother to look each other in the eye(they literally hid themselves behind the papers). That’s life. Overall, we did had a little bit of fun.

But what made my year was when I got myself a new laptop!

A Studio 15!

And then I finally got myself a bag!

Now that really made me contented :) Credits to my parents of course. Writing this would be a token of my gratitude for them. Thanks a lot.

Lastly, I would like to thank Rina for all the compliments she wrote about me in her bloggie. I was thinking of posting a comment there but couldn’t. So it should be fine writing here and telling you once again. Thanks for everything! Appreciate it :)

signing off as -

Happy Sean

Have you been waiting?

I have never been free since college reopens on the 5th of January, unlike danny-cooper.

Even before the start of the semester, my brain never stop working. I faced a tough time decidng on which subjects to take before coming to an ultimate decision.

This decision I have made is going to get me busy throughout the whole semester, I believe. I'm taking World Religions under Ms Yap, so I have to strive hard I guess.

HELP's admin has never been that unorganized before. Or rather they are always like that. They constructed a timetable where the subjects are clashing with each other and some of the timing suck hell.

Because of that, most students are taking only 3 subjects this spring semester and Mr. Ho, the new HOD of the ADP department has to approved it.

He doesn't even look at the reasons we wrote for taking only 3 subjects. Just sign and approve.

First day of the semester, Registry 1 was in chaos. Continuing students and new students are required to register and enrol for their subjects there at the same time.

You can imagine the number of students waiting for their turn and squeezing their way to get to the counter. Thank God they are building another block, make it fast please.

Registration done and start worrying about the payment. But that's not all that is in my mind.

I was planning to transfer over to Drake next year so I can dally with the application. There's so much things to do. Troublesome is the word I use to describe it.

With the plan changed, I'm going to transfer this fall, few months later! Instantaneously, everything became such a rush.

I have to register for the TOEFL and I even signed up wrongly, not knowing it until: Reserved a seat for the TOEFL test on the 28th of March and received the ticket confirmation mail. Gosh, my profile name is written as Lee. That's all. Or rather null Lee. Crap!

Wrote letters to complain about everything and am now waiting for their replies. Hopefully the replies are coming in soon.

Looking at the application and requirements to apply for Drake, I'm completely overwhelmed.

Now you know how much stress I'm going through. And I still can't believe that danny-cooper is saying that he has nothing to do!

Come to my house and help me scratch my back then! xD

Black out---!

Sean

Not so Fast!

I just came back from lunch at Kluang Station and I decided to blog a little about it.

What so special about eating out at Kluang Station?

Of course, it's ordinary for everyone to dine there, but it's a different thing if you dine at the original outlet itself :)

Yes, I'm in Kluang located in JB. Came here yesterday to visit my grandparents who are staying in Paloh, a small town 30 minutes drive away from Kluang.

So, the food at the outlet here is obviously nicer than any other outlets in KL. And the price, cheaper of course. I even saw the boss, the REAL BIG boss. Humble-looking.

Well, I'll be going back to KL on Sunday. And I'm waiting anxiously for the results! It has been delayed apparently.

ONe more Thing!!

My cute little cousin sis :)

Tata~
Signing off as the anxious Sean