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I started off my day great, everything went fine until i got back to my room after the English Proficiency class. It was around noon, and i tried to startup my computer. Damn, it wouldn’t. I made sure that the plugs were all intact. Damn! it still wounldn’t. Finally, out of desperation, I changed the switch. Damn shit! It will never!

Quickly, I picked up my cellphone and called my handy technician, Mr. Fong Thian Kiat (who faces the XP logo 24 7 for god knows what) for professional advise. Yet, I couldn’t get my baby back up and running again. Later, when I had decided to go to the cafeteria to have my lunch with my friends, I realised that I had lost my Kad Makan, which leads to another round of RM10.00 fine.

I thought to myself how bad can my day be worse.

Yeah, and one more thing. I came here just now to hand-in the list of groups member to my senior for the Newsletter thingy to find out that i didn’t bring that list with me! I walked all the way from DTC to my faculty (20mins), under the scorching sun, lungs filled with exhaust and soaked in my own sweat to reach here without the list.

Indeed, it is the best day of the month. Thank God there is still some encouragement. It’s convocation week tonight, which means nice and cheap food everywhere. If you are reading this and you are now around KL or PJ area, feel free to come visit the biggest pasar malam in Selangor.

Since everyone is writting their own blogs, that makes me wanna start a blog of myself as well.

To be honest, my italian class will start in like 9 minutes time now, that’s why I put the title as a 10 minute blog assignment. Yeah, lame i know, but what to do.

Their is nothing much going on in UM. Just lectures, activities, projects and most importantly.. Me failing english subjects. Yeap, failing english subjects seem to take a lot effort back in secondary school, but to fail english subjects in UM is kinda easy. That’s cool right?

5 mins:

Other than all the ‘fun’ things mentioned above. I am also preoccupied with activities outside UM as i joined City Harvest church last week (btw, its near Sunway College) and i joined the swimming competition. Which requires me to train like everyday around 5 pm (out of my own effort la). Then at night, there will be either lepaking under the Pokok Tanjung, which is a famous tree in my Kolej or do Kolej activities. Sounds a bit hectic, but i make it an effort to sleep early la, cuz lack of sleep really kills me.

15 seconds:

Now that i left with 5 seconds to blog, i just wanna say to all my friends out there who read this blog…

As I step out of the car, I felt my heart beat a bit faster. All I could see was, the gigantic building in front of me. The entrance was flanked with hugh decorative flower pots. From where I was, I could already see dozens of people waiting, most of them were accompanied by their parents. I was no exception.

When I walk into the building, everyone’s attention was drawn to me as I was the only guy there. Quickly, I found myself a “safe spot” to sit and my thought went crazy. I couldn’t focus, nor could i concentrate. In short, I was quite nervous at that time.

So, I sat there, motionless until a malay lady came down from the stairs, which seems taller than usual. Like the messenger from hell, she started calling names. “Cheang Kin Wai.” she said, I stood up, and walked towards her. She just motioned me upstairs and told me to wait my turn, so I complied.

Walking up the stairs seem to take forever at that time, I could almost hear my own heart beating, sweats were beading down my face. I thought I have never been so nervous before.

At the end of the stairs stood the doors into the ‘Conference Room’ now turned into an interviewing room. I waited. I heard the knob turned, and a younger malay lady come out. She scanned me from top to bottom, and nodded me to go in.

The room was designed like those I saw on the television where big shots discuss about global crisis, and it reminded me of the Parliament. It was a circular room, and in the middle sat my interviewers. I felt them observing my every movement as I walked down from stairs towards their table, as I approached, they asked me to sit and make myself comfortable.

When I had settled myself, they started questioning me. The Dean on the left told me to introduce myself and later they started asking for reasons why I would like to this course. All they did was trying hard to intimidate me, telling how boring this course is going to be and if I were really interested in it. I answered all their questions fairly well, but as I stepped out of the room, I somehow felt that I could do way much better than what I did.

No matter, I told myself what’s done is done. All I could think off then was that the interview was finally over.