Sweet holiday season has successfully (and unfortunately, unwillingly) ended and it is time for me to drag my lazy self back to college to make a fresh new start for the third semester of my second year in college. Seriously, I am forcing myself to go back. I mean it. I detest every single detail about my third semester—make it in every single aspect about my college life right now.
As usual, the relationship between both me and the administration counter is always tense. Even after third semester in my second year, we have not built any kind of chemistry between us. I still so freaking hate you, administration department, thank you very much. Students have been crowding the administration department thanks to the oh-so-wonderful management. Congratulations on the new records, students are sitting on the floor waiting for their turn to meet the unfriendly administrations’ staffs. I still hate you.
I have five freaking subjects this semester—two of them are missing in action from my schedule. English for Specific Purpose (UFS201) has successfully started but unfortunately, they are giving me Mr. Bala—who taught me back in first semester. I have to listen to his entire nag and talk about this and that. He is still not over the fact that none of us really like to speak English all the time.
News Writing class has not started because well, the class was empty last time I checked. No lecturer, no students. Wow, talk about a good way to start a semester. And this is how the college expect us to excel in our examinations? Way to go, people. Next class will be on Thursday and it will be Reporting. No clues about my other two class. I don’t want to drag my self into the crowd in front the administration department anymore.
Today—since there are no classes—I went to deposit RM140 to buy the FT Island’s DVD concert that I have been dreaming about since last year. I am also buying together a Pentastick after four years of being a loyal fan of the band. How awesome am I to do that? I went shopping alone for a while after depositing the money and bought a fabric dye—in the color of yellow—of which my mom taught I was going to dye everything white that I own into yellow. I am not that crazy. Overall, I have amazingly spent RM160 in one particular day in less than three hours. Gosh, I am scaring my self.
While paying a visit to the bookshop in the shopping mall, I quietly made my way into the art section. I managed to fit in there, to have the feeling that everything in there fit me perfectly. I went to search for some acrylic paint and considering the prices, maybe next time. I was thinking about getting some brushes and oil paint but I think I should start with something basic. But God, I was silently screaming in excitement when I see all those beautiful poster colors. I want to buy them all. I should pay a visit to the regular art supplies’ shop near my old college to buy these stuffs because they are still so awesome in my eyes.
My older sister is begging my parents to go for another holiday vacation during the upcoming Chinese New Year holiday, considering that all of us are going to enjoy another sweet one week holiday. My parents seemed to have taken her words into consideration because up until now, my mom kept asking, “Where would you want to go this upcoming holiday?”. I don’t know, maybe just staying at home?
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