when i registered for the programme in taylors. i was excited. i mean, i've been stuck in a boys school for 5 fukin years. now's finally my chance to cross the boundary and to take my first step into college.
orientation week starts 1 week later.
i took ktm to college, which made me late on the ever first day in college for like..20 minutes. once i arrived, i didn't know where to head to, and my common sense dictates me to go to the office and ask for directions. before going into the office, i spotted a guy, who seemed as lost as i am. i asked him if he's here for orientation. he replied "yes". thats the first person i ever talked to in college.
then in the office, the clerk (who remembered my name until now coz i always ask her for my student id number for the first 2 weeks) managed to get a QS degree student to lead me to the venue. on our way, we had a lively conversation. that was the second guy i talked to in college.
and i never see him again, nor did i remember his name, or where he's from, but i do remember one thing, he asked if i'm a malay.
when we reach the venue- which is a lecture hall inside the annexe (its underground oO), i hastily introduced myself to the staff at the entrance. they gave me my taylors bag, sketchbook, and i walked inside. my first impression of the people inside the hall was, "wow". then found a place to sit, and then offered the guy beside me fruitella, he politely declined, and we intro ourselves again. if i recall correctly, he's jonathan, from foundation in computing.
and then we had this dumb activity, that is to get to know people on our left, right, front and back. another guy beside me was william (he stayed in the same condo as i was), my front 2 girls who i dont think i ever did see them again, and my back 3 of my future classmates. one from malacca, 2 from seri kembangan. another was a 20 year old iranian, whom i thought was odd coz he dressed like someone waiting for an interview in some corporation (but very helpful in the future).
when it almost come to an end, we had to take photos for our student id. i wasnt keen to line up and wait, but had to. during the free time i had, i talked to few of my classmates to be. i've always lacked an easy grace with strangers, and this time it wasnt any difference. however, one of the guys from seri kembangan, actually waited me for like an hour to ride home together on ktm, and i was like, wow (and i would wow alot again in the future, once when he joyfully and proudly told everyone how many hours he hadn't slept- which was 46, but claimed he still kena tapau by another classmate who hadnt slept for 48hours straight, and is determined to break the record).
then for the rest of the orientation week, i skipped, and finally came to class another week later.
first class was rubbish.
the lecturer wasnt present, and was replaced by the programme director himself. he wasnt exactly, he came in and talked alot about the course, but i only remember the rule of third that piqued my interests.
that class was also the class i found the first of few person whom i wish to bash their heads. he was asking alot of bullshit and dragging the class. the night before i slept for only 2 hours. i wanted to sleep but couldnt, thanks to my classmates who had so kindly reserved a seat for me at the front.
before leaving, the director told us that there'd be a talk on 2, we were dismissed at 10. my classmates wanted to attend, so i, who does not want to be left alone, followed along. we went for lunch. the malacca guy paid for my lunch coz i wasnt there when the guy came to ask for payment. i still owe him that debt till today, and it kind of became a joke for us.
on the first, real class, there was no rubbish. instead, it was blimming with opportunity to get to know each other. when i was sitting at the back, listening to my mp3, the iranian guy came to talk, and we exchanged numbers, and then we talked to the person around, and exchanged more numbers, and more, until the lecturer came in.
i asked those staying around for dinner, and since then we had this dinner meeting every night from monday to friday. at first it was enjoyable. as the number of participants grew, it became even more enjoyable. it grew into a routine. always after our class (at 6), we would go home to rest, or swim (malacca boy always come to swim, dunno why, he said he want to keep fit), or go to the library until time for dinner. then we'd meet up, and walk to the place where we dine. we'd usually finish around 10. most of the time, 1 or 2 hours later, we'd come down to yumcha again. we'd go out for movies, and do our research together in cc. we'd drink together. once we organised an impromptu poolside party where we bought few dozens of heineken to drink from sunway.
then there was an activity day, which i got to know william's girlfriend. i always wondered how did she end up with william (he looks gay).
3 weeks later, i grew sick of it.
my classmates dunno when to shut up. some kept trying to engage in a conversation, even though i wasnt keen. as they threw words on me, i thought, "mahai can diam 7 ah?" their conversations were lame. it doesnt sound lame when we first talked to each other, but after a while of company it was beyond lameness, it grew into something i couldnt comprehend. imagine a stranger walk towards you, and start speaking thai. you try to tell him to shut up, but doesnt want to offend him, and you dont speak thai, while he seems cheerful and even more cheerful when he thinks (but actually no) that you're listening to what he has to say attentively. thats what it felt like.
dinner was always..dinner. sometimes i just wish to eat and just leave, but they kept on talking after eating, and it'd be rude for me to leave as i was the one who organised this.
on the 2nd day of college, i faced one of the facts about my class.
there is no hot chick in my class.
but there were girls.
though there's no hot chicks.
it then became a cause of something.
the girls, who were aware that there is no hot chicks in the class, began to walk in a different manner, they speak in a different manner, and they do things in a different manner. there was an invisible aura of "i'm the prettiest girl in the glass" around them. while it doesnt look like it, there was this feel that they were competing to be the queen of the class. what they didnt realised is, that they're only the best among the worst has to offer.
there were, of course some guys, who try their best to mask their "not desperado attitudes", but in fact is so desperate that they put anthony wong to shame. once, another guy, which i hates the most (i call him dick) wore like a bridegroom for a miniscule presentation. one of the girls called him charming (for the day). its too bad none of you gets to see the look on his face. it drived him to dress something like that, or something that outshine his wear on that day, for the rest of the presentations that followed.
on the bright side, my class is made up of a myriad of people, which is kind of interesting. there's some who talk about how to combo this that in dota for hours, yet he still get pawned like mad. the positive thing about him is that he doesnt give up, he continues his talk the next day. there's also some so who looked like a deformed dwarf but has the confidence like no others. he always thinks that he'd score any chick he like. that trait of him is no doubt, enviable. there's also some who's actually obese, but thinks he's cute, though he's missing the adorable part. there's alot more. when i think of it, its actually like a rojak.
i grew so bored of my classmates that i wish i'm in a different course or different intake. my whole course is the whole class. 60+ of them. truly FTW.
i tried to be patience, as the old men and women from long time ago said, "best things in life come to those who wait". they also said "patience is virtue".
to hell with that. lulz.
btw, the first person ever that i talked to in college that i mentioned about. i dont even remember his name now. i've seen him once or twice after that, but thats all.