Sand, surf and sun

So here I am, in Aussieland, enjoying the awesome weather, scenery and of course the eye candy. A lot of people are asking me what it's like over here, and I shall tell you that it's very different from Bolehland. The first thing that you'd notice upon stepping out of the plane is the lack of rubbish. As a Malaysian you'd expect there to be bits of litter all over the place, but really, the place is literally spotless everywhere you go. The people here actually chuck their rubbish into the bins.

However, there are still a few 'Malaysians' around as you can see here

The Australian government, I'd wager, encourages safe sex because they've got machines selling condoms in the airport washrooms. They're much like the machines you buy soft drinks from, except these sell stuff like cologne, condoms and lubricant. I bought a box as a souvenir, Rough Rider studded ones to be exact XD


The toilets EVERYWHERE are clean, and I really mean this. They're either clean or very very clean. Like you know how in a typical Malaysian toilet you'd get that toilety smell, but here the washrooms have no smell. Now I know that as a Malaysian you will find this impossible and so I guess the only way to believe would be to actually come here and use the toilets here, as seeing, or in this case, smelling is believing.

Something I find very interesting about this place is the weather, because it's hot and cold at the same time. This may not make any sense to you but it does, because while the Sun's really strong like back home, so is the wind and therefore you feel the heat of the Sun and the cool breeze at the same time.

When we arrived in Gold Coast, which is in Queensland we stayed in this hotel called Sofitel (which sounds more like a cellphone service provider if you ask me), and the beds here are the best I've ever had. Seriously they're so soft, comfy and bouncy I wish I had a girl here whom with I could do naughty things on them =P


One thing I've found really annoying though (and I'm pretty sure every other Malaysian here goes through this too) is my tendency to convert everything into Malaysian Ringgit, which kinda ruins your mood to eat. If you can't see why I shall gladly explain to you: for a plate of spaghetti you'd typically have to pay around 20 Aussie, and when half of it's on its way to my stomach I'd be like 'oh shit i'm paying 60 bucks for a plate of noodles omgwtf!' See my point now?

Oh and the bananas here are HUGE, like 10 to 12 inches long, and I'm not kidding. Look!

But then again maybe it's not that surprising since white bananas have always been bigger and longer than Asian bananas. Heh.

Now anyone who knows me well will know that I hate, despise and detest anything Korean, especially entertainment, so when I was reached here I thought I'd have two weeks free of Korean dramas, songs and whatnots. Basically I assumed I wouldn't have to put up with anything Korean during my time in Australia. However, to my greatest dismay I was to be proven wrong, because while walking around a few times I saw a bunch every now and then. I know they were Korean because I hear my mom watching those terribly annoying Korean dramas every single night, and so I know Korean when I hear it. Really, those bastards are everywhere!

Right that shall be all for now, I can't concentrate on blogging any longer because they've got a Korean movie on now and all that blabbering in Korean is driving me up the wall, so goodnight and very wet dreams I bid you lot.

To F*** or not to F***

Right then I intended to post a nice, long update today but since it's now 2.44am I shall have to make it a brief one. Why? Because I was fulfilling the rather unreasonable and completely pointless whims and fancies of the brainless brown bastards (or the 3B's if you like) working at our oh so highly revered Ministry of Education, and was therefore too busy completing my part of our Moral Portfolio, due next Tuesday.

Now all A-Level Science students will know that our exams do not end until next Friday and if you're one of them you will be wondering why we have to complete this stupid thing at such an inconvenient time. I shall now proceed fulfill your curiosity: Apart from the reason given above, we have a Sammy Vellu look-alike who's hell bent on making our lives as miserable as he can because his royal darkness demands that we hand in our projects by the aforementioned date. Now, really, I think this is a bit much because how can you expect us to willingly sacrifice whatever precious study time we have left on something as insignificant and completely unimportant as this, time that should be instead spent memorizing the number of ways you can create mysterious glowing purple concoctions in the Chemistry lab. Of course we tried asking him to change the due dates to after our exams, but no amount of begging, pleading or c***sucking would get him to change his mind. All AL-109 students are aware that more than half our seniors are retaking their Advanced Subsidiary exams together with us, and this made us wonder: does Cambridge really like making all its candidates fail? We guessed it was a yes. And then we pissed our pants.

I initially assumed that the reason so many people were resitting this exam in our college was due to the difficulty of the papers themselves, but I think I have found a more relevant reason: the timing of our Moral Education sessions. Really. Think about it. I've been told that all other A-Level students had to put up with this atrocity as well, so there's no reason why we shouldn't be able to cope. And this, I figure, is the REAL reason why so many candidates are repeating this particular exam. But of course they won't tell us that now would they? So if you're a member of KDU's administrative staff, or in fact anyone with the power to do something about this, listen up: if you want to earn superior bragging rights over other colleges as far as the number of A's your students are raking in is concerned, please, please, PLEASE for the love of fried potatoes shift the timing of all future moral sessions. Really. I guarantee the A rates will soar beyond your wildest dreams.

Oh shit it's 3.15. That was supposed to be a brief post. I shall now go to bed and hopefully the wildest of wet dreams will come to me.

Transporter 4: The Porno

Something really stupid just happened that I really have to blog about: Now I was trying to download Transporter 3 simply because I haven't had the time to watch it while it was screening at cinemas. Nothing wrong with that, yes, but the thing is, I use a P2P program called Ares, and Ares users will know that there is a preview function that lets you view whatever it is that you have downloaded so far, and so when I pressed the preview button to make sure that the movie wasn't in Spanish, some really loud moaning sounds came blasting out of the speakers. I know that you think this doesn't make sense, but it does because you see, some jackass had renamed a porno Transporter 3 so when I downloaded that file I was in fact downloading a porno. Here's the really stupid part though: When I previewed the file my sister was in the same room as I was, so she heard those moaning sounds too and therefore gave me a weird look. Now my sister's going to think that I'm a porno addict, all because some insufferable fool conveniently decided to rename a porno film with the same title as the movie I was looking for.

Here's something worth contemplating though: You know how sometimes you download movies and watch them with your family? Can you imagine what would have happened if I watched that with my parents without previewing it first? I shall not though because the very thought of watching a porno with your parents is simply beyond my imagination. Moral of the story? Turn off your speakers if you intend to preview a video you have downloaded and always, ALWAYS make sure you screen through it beforehand if you do intend to watch it with any of your family members, especially your parents.

Post exam antics

Because Anton and Hannah have blogged about what we did after our trials on Friday, I therefore feel obliged to do the same. And for the very first time in a really, really long time, I shall include something in this post that has been missing for quite a while..pictures! Now don't be surprised if the pictures you see here turn out to be exactly the same as the ones on the blogs of the aforementioned people because they all have been taken by Hannah and me.

We had all planned to go and watch a movie immediately after our last paper, but to our dismay ol' George decided that we should still have one last Chemistry lesson before our holidays. After 'wasting' five hours in college we were finally able to leave, and it was decided that One Utama shall be the mall of choice. Because there were eight of us half would have to take a taxi while the remaining half would get the opportunity to sample Anton's new car. However, due to Anton's questionable sense of direction we took longer than we should have to reach the said destination, that is until Hannah and I intervened.

Final Destination 4 was the movie of the day since that's what all of us wanted to watch, and while waiting for the movie to start the guys decided to try a spot of bowling. We divided ourselves into the MCA's(Anton, Chien Wen and I) and the MIC's(Ganesh, Laveen and Ram), and it brings me great disappointment to announce that the MCA's lost by only a few miserable points. Now I shall remind you that the MIC's only won by sheer luck and that we could have easily trashed you had all of us played properly.

So what was the movie actually like? We choose this movie with great anticipation(or at least I did) seeing that the first three were so bloody awesome, but sadly, the fourth movie was RUBBISH and I really do mean RUBBISH. Why? Because everything was blatantly blown out of proportion, and the degree of effects used made everything like the explosions and the way people died completely unrealistic, and therefore the whole movie was not realistic at all, so unless you're a sadistic bastard like Laveen I strongly recommend against watching it.

After the movie we went and had dinner, at my recommendation, at Just Thai. Because it was Raya time almost all the tables were either fully occupied or reserved. This meant that all eight of us had to squeeze into a table meant for four as it was the only one left, and after doing so we passed the time waiting for our food to come by cam whoring. Now I know that it is not very clear, but this picture below shows just how cramped we were, especially when compared to the bench seating the couple behind us:







As you can see from the picture below, I have clearly managed to convert Hannah into becoming someone more like myself:


And Anton, upon seeing Hannah's newfound joy for the unmentionable , looked at her in this rather dandy and suggestive manner:


What the two of them did after the whole thing was over is, however, for them to know and for us to find out.

After dinner someone had the bright idea to have a karaoke session, and if you have ever seen the karaoke booths at One Utama you'll know how ridiculously small they are but yet again all eight of us managed to squeeze into a single booth, much to the amusement of other people passing by, some of which were simply too dumbfounded to do anything but just stand there and stare at us in amazement. Because I can't sing I refused to put the mike to my mouth for most of the session, and so did Chien Wen, and when they made me hold it during the last song I simply turned it off. Of course we both got called spoilsports because of that, but I can assure you that the only way to get me to sing during a karaoke session would be to get me hopelessly drunk beforehand.

Before everyone left we took one last group picture, and because there was no one there to help us do so Ganesh and Hannah decided to take turns:



Well then I shall stop right here, otherwise I will end up making this post ridiculously long. Goodnight and wet dreams.

Boo.

I found it a bit hard to start typing again after temporarily and unintentionally abandoning this blog for over two months, but thanks mainly to endless pestering from Chulan and Tiffany, I have therefore decided to fulfil my blogging obligations.

Lots have happened since my last update, the most significant of which would be the forming of Wanted Symphony, my third, or strictly speaking, second band I've been recruited in since starting college. Now I have to say that for a band that's just only a month old we've been pretty active as we've already performed at three gigs, hopefully with many more to come. One thing very different about Wanted Symphony from the other bands I've played for is that we've actually written some of our own songs...how awesome is that eh?

I have, however had my first embarrassing moment with this band, which would be at our second gig at Muzium Telekom when I fell off the stage during the sound check, resulting in the near-hysterical laughter of Daniel and Aaron...those insufferable buggers...=_= Now it is perfectly understandable how someone may fall off a stage during the performance itself, due to excessive jumping etc, but how I fell of the stage during a SOUND CHECK was very simple: I wanted to see how my amp would sound from where the audience would be, and therefore jumped down the stage, while unfortunately neglecting to observe the fact that my cable had conveniently decided to wind itself around my foot, thus causing me to fall on my face, and because the cable was plugged into my amp that toppled over too. All this happened while half the audience was there, so you can imagine the embarrassment I had to endure, but at least they were polite enough not to laugh and humiliate me even further, unlike most idiots their age would. Oh, and I broke my 50 ringgit Fender cable in the process. But at least this taught me a very valuable lesson on performing: ALWAYS, ALWAYS check that your feet are free of cables before attempting to jump off a stage.

Anyway, I've got yet another gig at One Utama tomorrow, this time with another band and I've yet to learn the three songs we're gonna play and therefore I shall stop right here.

Toilet cleaner green

I believe it has been quite a while since I last updated, and the reason for this is rather simple: I was simply too lazy. While I do remember saying in my previous post that there's no point blogging when you haven't got anything to blog about, I've now got another reason for my once-a-month posts, and that is there's also no point blogging when you don't feel like blogging, because then your posts would be written half-heartedly which would make your blog unpleasant to read, and because of this no one's going to read your posts which defeats the entire purpose of blogging. Therefore in the future if you want to know why I haven't posted in ages even though I've got a lot worth blogging about, simply refer to my second reason for not blogging.

Now I will tell you that a lot has happened since my last update as it's been two bloody months, but because I don't feel like putting all that down I shall only blog about what I feel like blogging right now. And right now I want to rant. I want to rant about timetables, specifically the timetables that we have to follow. Now if you're an A-level Science student studying in my college and you take Chemistry, you will know that our chem class has been allocated a rather inconvenient time, because of which we only get to go home at ten past seven on Fridays and half an hour earlier on Tuesdays. What's ridiculous is that on Tuesdays we've got almost six hours with nothing to do before chem and about two hours less on Fridays. Because we've got so much free time it would seem logical to have these classes during our free time so that we can leave earlier, but the thing is that ol' George is only free at that time. Fine. This was at the beginning of the term, when we thought our timetables could not possibly get any worse. How wrong we were.

When the timetables were changed in the middle of the term, we found that chem was still at the same time. Fine. Then a few weeks after that when we got more and more classes, things got even worse. Much much worse. This situation, however, only applies to those who take Further Math, and I happen to be one of those poor, unfortunate sods. You see this is because we now have seven sodding hours without a break on Thursdays. I really do feel that whoever planned this timetable is a complete and incurable idiot. No one in the right state of mind would put a student through that, simply because it won't work. Yes, the imbeciles will argue that we've got to have a specific number of hours for each lesson in a week, and therefore they have no choice but to squeeze it in, but our brains can only function effectively under continuous use for a certain period of time, after which they are rendered useless, and further use would cause symptoms of brain damage and insanity, which explains my behaving like a monkey on steroids after Further Stats on Thursdays. Why couldn't they have chucked some of it to either Tuesday or Friday, when we've got shiteloads of free time?

Somebody remind me yet again why I'm taking Further Math, or even A-level Science for that matter because I can't seem to remember. And since it's now 1.44 am I shall now go to bed. Goodnight.

Machalacamacocoa.

So then I shall admit that I've yet again been a bit too lazy to update recently, but even then there wasn't much to blog about.

Okay. No. That wasn't me. Me as in Shum. This is me. As in Tiffany, me. Yes, that was a little bit of self-advertising, but hey, you'll only make it big if you market yourself right. Anyways, by some miraculous way, Shum has allowed me to update his blog! *loud cheers ensue*

Honestly, I'm a bimbo blogger. Meaning, I say completely pointless things which do not apply to the general public and in no possible way contribute to the society or make the world a better place. Instead, I blog self-indulgently. And I'm doing it again.

Anyhow, you are all here to read about Shum's updates.. so let me update about Shum! Let's see. Basically, I'm not really sure what he's been doing. I know he has loads of homework, which he spends his nights doing. But then again, he does his homework while his computer's turned on, so I don't know how productive that can actually be. Err.. Right! Shum's birthday's coming up .. in June! June 27th to be exact. I only know that because I checked facebook. But I did remember it was in June. So yeah. Okay, so it's still about a month away, but according to Shum's blogging trackrecord, a month's usually the interval of time in which he blogs, so that should be about right.

Usually, I blog like.. two lines then I space. But for the sake of keeping the balance of this blog, I'm not doing that. Oh great, there I go again. Talking about myself. OKAY, moving on. Yes. Megan Fox is a man. DO READ the post that the link leads to first before reading the rest of this post. Because really, it'll BLOW YOUR MIND! :O

Okay, done reading?

OKAY GOOD.

Yeah, most of you would have figured out by now.. that that was a fake news report. But still.. super cool website nonetheless. According to "the world's only reliable news", Miley Cyrus has joined the Communists. Okay, back to Shum. He has long hair. Not long as in.. tie long. Long as in if you're in highschool you'd have to trim it long. Long's nice.. Mhmm.. Oh right, Shum goes to KDU College, which has loads of super cool events! Today, I read in the newspaper about a dodgeball thing held at KDU College. I always wanted to learn dodgeball because I found it cool when I saw it in Chicken Little! And like, always those nerds get attacked by dodgeballs. Actually, I'm starting to wonder.. who made it cool to be a jock and lame to be a nerd? Some could argue that nerds earn more money.. but like, that's only if you're a super nerd (ex: Bill Gates) But then again, loads of athletes earn lots and lots of money too, and that's only if they're super athletes. Oh, right! Back to dodgeball.. I wanna learn dodgeball!

OKAY FINE. I'm done. Tiffany out. (: (: (:

Let the chicken speak for itself

So then I shall admit that I've been a bit too lazy to update recently, but even then there wasn't much to blog about. A friend once said to me 'Why update if there's nothing to update about?' Very true, this. Anyway on to the first item in this post: SPM results. I got 9A1s and 1A2. No prizes to guessing what the A2 was for. But then I should be thankful that them eduphiles at our beloved Ministry of Education decided that I did deserve my A after all, no matter how weak an A it was. Yes you heard that right, those bastards will give you a sodding 3B or even a 5C(depending on skin colour) if they think your skin ain't brown enough. Idiots.

On a much lighter I had a barbecue at my place on Thursday over the holidays. I can't remember why, but I think it was because every time I buy junk food I always go for the barbecue flavoured ones, and since I hardly taste real roasted chicken I decided to try the real thing myself. And now because I have, I hereby declare that barbecue flavoured chips are bullshit. Taste nothing like the real thing. Not even close. And since it was my first time hosting one I had a bit of trouble getting the fire going. I shall do it Outward Bound style and simply use kerosene instead the next time I have another one then. Chicken might smell a bit though. But anyway I think I can rightfully say that that was an awesome barbecue, and I'm pretty sure that you'd agree, dear reader, had you been there stuffing yourself silly with roasted lamb, chicken and wild rice while being serenaded by Ram's cover of I'm Yours, and then getting drunk on my mom's pineapple enzyme. And thank you sooo much Chulan for doing so much of the fanning, even when you couldn't eat any of the mouth-watering meat simmering on that grill. Oh and Sue too, for going about her poking duties so professionally, without which most of us would've probably had half cooked chicken for dinner.

I learned a few things from this barbecue, things that would stay with me until the day I die, and among them are:
1) Marshmallows taste good when roasted
2) A big bag of marshmallows will NEVER be enough for thirteen people, even if all thirteen have been stuffed full
3) Soda on ice cream is heaveeeeen
4) Marinading chicken for at least 24 hours is a MUST prior to barbecueing
5) Roasted chicken is awesome, even if it's got bits of burnt charcoal on it
6) Khairin will eat lamb if said lamb is irresistibly tempting

Alright, that's all for now, my fellow padawans XD

I am a siner, come cosine with me

Someone prank called my mom today and told her that I'd been kidnapped. So then she got kinda worried, and I say kinda because when she asked for the name of her 'son' whoever it was hung up. And then she called Ms Chee to ask if I was in college. Then she called Chulan to ask him the same thing. And then she called me. Then they both called me. And because of this rather weird incident some old beggar outside managed to get eight bucks from me. Bloody hell. Of course there was a possibility that the kidnapping was for real and the kidnappers called up the wrong mom, and she therefore went to lodge a report at some local police station. She told em to trace the call and you know what the idiots said? They told her to go trace the call herself. I honestly have nothing to say here. If ever I'm in some sort of serious trouble I think I'd rather try handling it myself than giving a 911 to those incompetent imbeciles.










All this pie is killing me.

Bubbly monitors

Right so I think we did pretty darn good for the audition on Friday, considering the fact that I didn't get any practice with Andrew and all, and this was because the keys to the storeroom where the drums were kept had decided to disappear. We did two songs - The Ting Ting's shut up and let me go and burn baby burn by Ash. I vastly preferred doing the former simply because it had a nice catchy bassline, while burn baby burn required some rather fast picking, the art of which I haven't mastered since my bass makes much nicer sounds when fingered. Anyway I am glad to announce that all of those who auditioned got into PARTS, and therefore we shall be performing for the March intake orientation. I want to do Buckcherry's crazy bitch, but I have a feeling that won't be very appropriate...

Further Math has started two weeks ago and the stuff we're learning now isn't as hard as I thought it would be, but it is still shitloads harder than Pure Math, a fact proven when we averaged twenty minutes to answer one of them suicide-inducing questions. Mrs Loh says that she's doing the supposedly easier topics first, and I shudder to think what my poor brain's going to have to put up with when we come to the hard stuff. We're only doing two hours a week now, and I thought it would remain that way until our A2s, but i recently found out that when it comes to full swing we'd be doing eleven hours a week. Eleven sodding hours. That, my dear readers, is positively insane. As it is the two hours we have now is already making us work harder than camels in Pakistan, eleven hours would give us more reason to kill ourselves than that businessman who went bankrupt halfway through the recession, all because a bloke in Mexico wouldn't sell his house.

On another note, my internet connection has sped up. For now. Unfortunately though my brand new 22.5-inch LCD conveniently decided to spring a leak, and now there's a black spot smack in the centre that's about the size of an orange. A very large orange, that is. And it's still growing bigger, you can even see tiny black bubbles at the edge.

It's a lot bigger now, and it's even got a halo!

Haven't seen bubbles like this before now have you?

Because of this weird phenomena I have been forced to hook up that old CRT monitor to the new PC as it'll take about one to two weeks two replace, and the result sure isn't pretty, but then I guess it's better than nothing. What I don't understand though is why we can't just have fibre optic broadband, like they do in UK. Broadband there is so fast that you can stream an entire movie in a few minutes, and best of all you don't have to wait for Youtube videos to load. The half-wits that form most of our government can happily spend 21 million on a mosque that looks like a temple somewhere in Kedah, but this they can't do. But then again this is Malaysia and the only way we're going to get fibre optic broadband is when Badawi decides he wants to help himself to some high speed porn. Oh wait is this a bit too sensitive an issue? Am I going to get myself chucked into the Internal Security Act? Oooh I'm scared....

Anyway I've decided that I want the Fender, since the Ibanez is more of a metal guitar and that just won't do if I'm going to be playing blues on it. However, I again, as usual, have trouble deciding which colour I want and therefore need your help in choosing one. Here they are: wine red and sunburst respectively.

Another update

Ahhh I believe it has been quite some time since I last posted and have therefore decided to update today...or more because streamyx is being such a bitch that I can't have my usual helping of WWII warfare T_T I have complained three times to the insufferable imbeciles and each time after that my connection speeds up for a few weeks, and after that it's back to its normal sluggish speed, denying me of my gaming rights. Khairin said that streamyx is like this because they have no other worthy competitor and thus feel no need to improve their standards, and I agree, then again if you think about it this applies to everything else in Malaysia =_=

On another note, I heard my parents talking about something I found rather disturbing the other day. Here's how it went:
Mom: So how did it go?
Dad: Not good.
Mom:What happened?
Dad: He died.
*both start talking about something that happened in a Korean drama*

See this is how bad the situation is getting. Even my DAD is watching those stupid Korean dramas. Wtf right????

Anyway we had our first badminton training session on Sunday, see because we wanna start training nice and early for the Sports Carnival in April. I got trashed by Ram who made me run like a dog three times in a row, but then he's an MSSD player so I guess that's no surprise. Then after dad Chien Wen's dad bought us dinner at Penang Village, where the food was great but Ze Wen and I ended up having to finish up what everyone else couldn't =_=

I've got to do a bass solo for the P.A.R.T.S audition this Friday. Why? Because I wanna join the P.A.R.T.S band! Kinda scared though coz I don't have a proper solo yet, so I'm gonna just do a Jamiroquai bassline and join that with the licks and riffs that I know and do some impro in between. They say I'll probably get in anyway because I'm the only bassist in the college...how awesome is that? Oh and I'm getting a new guitar real soon, but as usual I have trouble deciding which to get and therefore need your help choosing between the gorgeous Ibanez RG350DX:
and the old-school Fender Stratocaster:

So that's it for now, let me know what you think!

Update

Hello there, I believe it has been a rather long time since I last updated, almost a month I think. Fret not, however, as I am now here to resurrect this temporarily abandoned mess. Yes I know that I would have been expected to post more often since SPM has long been over, but the reason for my not doing so is really quite simple. You see, once I got that dreaded exam over and done with, I had complete academic freedom. For about a month anyway. So of course I would very much rather do things that I had so wanted to do but couldn't for obvious reasons. The first thing I did after it was over, besides hang out with friends, was get a nice new gaming PC. A low budget one. Nevertheless it could still play the latest games at respectable frame rates, and therefore by using logic you would conclude that I was too busy gaming to update my blog. I bought a shitload of games but ended up playing only one: the allmighty Company of Heroes! It's a World War II based real time strategy(RTS) game and it is just incredibly awesome. Go on, buy an original copy, it's only 40 quid, and if you don't like it I highly recommend you jump off a bridge. And then of course I went for Outward Bound in late December, and then I was off to Korea. So you can clearly see that I was hardly at home, and what little time that I did have at home I wanted to spend with my PC.

It's amazing how quickly time passes: one moment you're rejoicing on the last day of SPM, the next you're on your way to college. I still feel that a month isn't nearly enough for anyone to enjoy their post-SPM freedom. It unfair, really, because for two years we work our asses off to try and pull off straight A1's in an exam held by a government hell bent on screwing your future if your skin isn't brown, and now we only get one sodding month off, after which we get intimidated beyond redemption by the thought of coping with things like further maths and exams that consist of six sodding papers. Of course I could always join the June intake, but by then I would've forgotten most of what I've learnt in my O-levels and this, believe me, would really make your A-levels a bitch if you're taking A-level Science. I therefore propose that the earliest intake for A-levels should be in February, thereby giving us a more reasonably time-out, but of course that's not going to happen anytime soon.

Anyway, I have chosen to go to KDU college, mostly because if I want to go to Taylors I need 11As to get a full scholarship, while KDU only requires ten. And having been in existence for over 25 years, I rightfully assumed that the lecturers here would be rather experienced. Of course this does not apply for ALL lecturers, as fact proven when I went for Econs today(no offence, really). The college itself isn't half bad, but being 25 years old it consist of a mixture of slightly dilapidated sections and nice new renovated ones. I particularly like the layout of the cafeteria, but most importantly it's got decent food. I like the computer lab that's big enough to hold a 100-player LANfest, but I don't like the way the air-conditioning is centralized because then I cant turn it down if it gets too cold.

They say college is the best part of your life, but I feel that this will be somewhat dampened by the fact that my mom has imposed a 11.30 curfew on me, and because of that I shall have to leave now.