u don't necessarily...

...need a fishing rod,

to fish.

just.ask.me.how

<3

today,

UKM...

yes

AGAIN.

walking alone by the soul-less streets

can be relaxing,

yet send the chills

down my spine.

eyes pop opened at 0515.

prepared by 0550.

drove out at 0600.

parked the car and walked to the station

0615.

i.missed.the.crazy.train.

waited till 0648.

subang jaya, setia jaya, seri setia, kg. dato harun, jln templer,

petaling, pantai dalam, angkasapuri

KL SENTRAL. 0720

kl sentral, mid valley, seputeh, salak selatan,

bdr. tasek selatan,serdang, kajang.

UKM 0810

took a cab to UKM FSSK

5 (rm)

not bad lor hor?

we were purposely troubled by the

old man in the resource centre.

he had us ran up and down,

just to get a permission he doesn't need.

***and made me saw some construction worker,

changing his pants in the public. fk the walls.***

not enough,

we were only allowed to

borrow 2 books

*as thick as my roti prata*

for 5 (rm)

for less than 2 hours.

wtf.wdf.wth.wdh.

(if not for the lecturer's recommendation,

i.would.not.wanna.step.in.there.

ever.)

we had to rush back to campus by

1230

in pee jay.

all.the.way.

like chickens only. rite jeli?

managed to reach campus by 1200.

and to the cafeteria.

here's my (our lunch)

*u can puke all u want =)*like this only, 4.80 (rm)
my lunch.

this is jeli's kampong fried rice.well at least it looked

so much better.

the, aftermath...gee, still got apetite? LOL.
from left: mini's, jeli's, jiunnie's.

i think the best part of

my lunchis this.

i'm the best.

really. =)

classes were unstoppable,

from 1230 to 1700;

plus the trip to UKM...

just.kill.me =D

zee best part of my day,

is still you.

thanks for,

lighting up...

my fishing trip.

=D

l.o.v.e

b.y

y.o.u

is the best thing that could ever happen,

to me.

rushing and racing...

...someone
slow me down.
i.need.to.breathe.properly.

today till now,
has been a long day;
not as long but it was still hell.

had class starting at 8 a.m
woke up at 5.50 a.m
prepared, out i go...
just.to.avoid.the.freaking.traffic
JAM.
***believe me, it starts to pile up as early as
6.30 a.m!

reached campus at 7.10 a.m
well at least,
the early early bird like me;
gets to park my car...
WHEREVER i want.
teehe.
sue me lah sue me.

1st class: cognitive psychology lecture
status@@ lecturer's voice was annoying but
she did ok,
was hard to concentrate...
feel like sleeping.
***cold and comfortable***

2nd class: CMT tutorial
status@@ okay lah fun.
***growing tired liao***

3rd class: RMT1 lecture
status@@ almost brain-dead.
no one was concentrating at all,
AT ALL.

4th class: Personality tutorial
status@@ lecturer doesn't look like her biological sis
AT ALL.
***rushing, racing, running...***


we went to UKM.
once,
and twice;
no-thing.
today lecturer confirmed that there was a
MISTAKE.
*one of the officer there thought we were
the one who RUINED their stuff.*
PADAHAL WE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO STEP IN THE ROOM!

ok so, this time they required a
Per-Mission Let-terrrrr.
in ONE hour,
we had to get everything done;
gather info, type, format, print, get signatures from
2 authority figures.

1st try: eh, correct ur sentence abit here and there...
~ok fine, corrected, printed...see her again~
2nd try: eh, i'm not sure whether this type of format is approved or not.
pls go and check with this this this.
~.............ccb~
like we got alot of time to waste.

lucky you had the sense to wait for us.

so...okay lah.

i start to feel like a monkey,

cos i can't sit still in a class...

my back my back.

hahahahahahahaha, bullshitty.

was so agitated.

letter error, wait; lecturer duetime 5 p.m, rush.

mom smsed,

"pls come home faster as ur sister wanna use the car"

2-3 times.

i almost told her to shut up.

me.miss.you.

me.love.you.

me.was.thinking.of.you.

throughout.the.whole.alienated.day.

UTAR...

i'm a student of UTAR, short for Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman. and no, its not the same as UNITAR, short for Universiti Tunku Abdul Razak.

today a friend sent me something about UTAR, titled: UTAR poem...which i think, have clearly expressed what most, most of the students in UTAR felt...now here is the ''poem''

"i join UTAR because UM rejected me,
i thought UTAR would be a good Uni,
but end up wanna jump from KLCC...

UTAR existed thanks to MCA,
Dr. Ling always said UTAR is good;
as he employed all MCA member,
so u can see cina, cina and cina...

Admin people not helpful,
always ask us to tunggu, tunggu, tunggu;
do things slow like siput,
remind again kena marah like gila...

Big white shark always tipu us,
said we could form any club;
when we want snooker club,
she said snooker only for smokers...

Mr. Lai from Accounting very lan si,
drive an Unser like baby;
ask him something always say ok, ok, ok,
but always end up tak jadi...

Mr. Sun from FICT is a coward,
today say one thing tomorrow say another,
cannot take a good responsibility,
talks like chicken and looks like it...

UTAR treat us like donkey,
each sem put us different places;
from block PA move to block PD,
distance PA to PD is 2km...

FICT is getting crazy,
keep changing subjects for different intakes;
make us cannot get notes from seniors,
pity us have to study the whole text book...

lecturers in UTAR are so lousy,
no experience in lecturing,
pity them cannot speak english,
telling lame jokes makes the class boring...

UTAR is University Tak Ada Ruang,
everything in UTAR is limited;
based on first come first serve basis,
if u are slow then too bad...

classrooms in UTAR are 'cheap sikit',
aircond not cold we pening kepala,
too cold we become icebergs,
tables, chairs, white boards are too small,
i wonder who could stand the pain...

i drive CLK to UTAR everyday,
kesian my Cute Little Kelisa got no place to park,
so i always block peoples' car,
leave a message if wanna remove car,
but end up polis give summons...

PA canteen uncle very gemuk one,
i think he wear 65 inches pants,
always scold his worker malas tak kerja,
and the food always sejuk tak sedap...

library in UTAR really kecil,
least books, least seats, least tables;
students there are very noisy,
sometimes i feel like bunuh them...

UTAR computer lab tiada standard,
lab assistant always naik angin,
because we always ask him to change printer ribbon,
and UTAR server always got mati...

UTAR got no place for revision,
every corner i go always see people,
break time i always get crazy,
because there are no place to do homeworks...

95 percent UTAR student are chinese,
only talk mandarin, hokkien and hakka,
cannot speak a word in english,
so they always carry an electronic dictionary...

No doubts UTAR got leng lui,
very pretty, very cute, and sexy,
make sure u got money b4 asking them out,
if not later she lari...

UTAR always claim themself ada standard,
u will vomit blood when u know the truth,
paying RM4k+ every semester,
but u'll never get the value of 4k...

maybe u don't belive that UTAR is so 'Pariar'(lousy),
u may ask ur friends from UTAR,
to see whether i'm telling the truth,
i'm here to let u know how bad it is,
so don't waste time n money study here..."

i have no idea who came up with this ''poem'' and i cannot tell u that its exactly accurate at all, but mostly, its true. u may ask why am i still there, its because i still have not changed =) is that simple. most of the time, i personally, again personally regret entering UTAR.

they still have a huge huge room for improvements, but i see no further effort taken into that. they lack alot in the aspects of a studying environment, equipments (the microphones are almost always faulty), proper lecturers, and helpful/efficient management staffs.

P/S: the bills arrive faster than anything else that is!!! =D