Of Chicken Droppings and Suicidal Room-mates.

Here I am typing this while most of you guys are snoring away open-mouthed without any cares in the world (maybe in your dream world you do), without the urge to wipe away your drool that is slowly flooding your bedsheet. What if the human saliva has the power to destroy bed-lice? Ever thought of that? If anyone has the answer, do tell me!

I'm currently at a T-junction; to the right is UTAR while to the left is HELP.

Now HELP is touted to be the best place to go for those who wants to do Psychology. I'm personally impressed too by the activities they have for the Psychology students. ( Although I do suspect that since they have really good Psychology lecturers there, maybe HELP's advertising is backed-up by some psychology thing you know, to attract people , so maybe I'm influenced by that!) Somehow, reading about Psychology in their Centre for Psychology website excites me so I'm very convinced! BUT; there's always the but, the Foundation fees in HELP is DOUBLE compared to that of UTAR. So, that's a drawback for me, I think. Transportation is another problem too.

UTAR now on the other hand is offering the Foundation programme at a very reasonable price. The thing is, I know my parents are bowled over about UTAR especially when they took a look at the picture of the newly-built campus in Kampar, Perak. Well, I admit it is beautiful. It's a laketown apparently. The campus overlooks this wide, scenic lake and you can see the hills reflected on the surface of the lake. The shops and business centres are similar to those of Bintang Walk because the man who designed this new area in Kampar was the one who designed Bintang Walk. So, my parents were quite amazed by all that, my mother especially!

But, I don't want to stay in Kampar! I don't want to be away from my current lifestyle! Most of all, I don't want to leave the comforts of studying and revising in my own room. I think another factor why I don't want to leave Kampar is because I can't cook. Pathetic, I know. And the thoughts of having a room-mate. What if my new room-mate is suicidal? What if she's a female version of CCW? What if she's personality-less and starts copying me, down to the way I sneeze? What if she's the sort of person who has an affinity for spiders, dust and mess? Even my mother said to my father, in the car, on our way home from UTAR, " You better get a Single room for your daughter. You don't know your daughter ah? She'll start screaming at her room-mate the way she screams at her adik when they mess the house. Better you pay the extra RM40 than hear all her complaints." Not that I complain to them anyway!

I guess it's just me being very immature and not wanting to leave the security and the comforts of the "nest". I'm not 18 yet but I know it's coming. To think of it, it's not my age or the wrinkles on my face that makes me feel old (I'm just exaggerating, no need to scrutinize my face for wrinkles), but rather it's things like deciding on colleges, on courses, taking up driving, staying away from home, cooking a proper meal and hoping to not torture my sense of taste by what I've cooked, and stuffs like these that makes me feel old. Then again, it's not exactly oldness that I feel, it's just a sense of maturity that I've always thought about but never have come to the full realisation of how real they all are. It's really happening.

Somebody ought to pour a pail of cold water over me.

Boy, I know I must sound REALLY immature compared to you people, especially those who have started college. But most of you are still staying in your parents' house right? But that doesn't give me the green light to act like this. I really don't want to leave Klang, at least not next year. Maybe 2 years from now, I'll be ready. That's what they ALL say. =P

I was just telling a friend that how nice if she doesn't need to go to college. All she needs is to visit all the art and music galleries in the world, come back here and write all about it since it's not a must to study about writing or media to actually get a job in that field. I think that might actually work. I mean, if someone's mentally and emotionally mature and has the money to do so, all those experiences gained through travelling around the world can fill his head with more knowledge and wisdom about life and people than any college or university could. Alas, it's only an impractical dream that not many can turn into reality because a lot of factors have to be taken into consideration. It's those "run-away-from-home-and-join-the-circus" kind of thing. The things that you fantasise about but wouldn't actually do. MAYBE. Who knows? If given the chance, I might join the circus Freak Show. Hmm.

I don't know what's the theme of my post this time. It's scattered like chicken droppings. The title is misleading I know. I just put that as the title so that you guys might be motivated to read and find "chicken droppings" and "suicidal room-mates". It sounds scandalous, don't you think? Not the chicken droppings part of course, but the suicidal room-mates part. The main reason for this post was because I received a very powerful testimonial from Pornie in Friendster, which goes, " The blog is dying! Save it! Have some mercy"

Reading those words actually gave rise to some passionate super-heroic feelings that are buried deep-down within me, saving mankind! Or in this case, saving class blog! I think everyone has that feeling. It just needs to be activated. And I'll leave the "underwear-on-the-outside" thing to a particular someone that I know. It's just not me. I don't flaunt.