mkderwish…

Today all PPOU students had to attend Tun Mahathir lecture at Uniten’s multi-purpose hall. And so we did. The hall was so crowded. I happened to know that many Uniten’s students’ attendance were also compulsory for this talk. So I didn’t feel so bad. The lecture was about “Leadership in Crisis Management”…

I got to sit at the first floor. I couldn’t concentrate because Tun talked kinda weakly at first and I didn’t quite discern what he was saying. So I ’sumbat’ed my ears with earphones and listened to some songs. I knew I missed lots of jokes. But I just couldn’t stand long lectures. Not when the orators talk about things I feel irrelevant to myself. I know leadership is not irrelevant, but, oh well… Do I feel bad not concentrating on his talk? no…

Anyway, I took a couple of pictures of him. Not that I wish to make a wallpaper out of them.. but my friend asked me because I happened to be a lot taller than her. During the questions and answers session, a young woman stood up and without shame said how she prouds of Tun and he is her role model. Not that I’m saying it’s wrong, but her attitude when she said those things was so wrong. She was over enthusiastic. With her evening pink dress, she looked so out of place. My friend, Azu, saw her when we went out of the hall and said the young woman’s dress was so diaphanous, so thin that Azu could see her blue-dotted panties. So embarrasing!

Enough about that. Today was supposed to be a holiday (Sultan’s Selangor’s birthday) but our Physics lecturer decided we were not to have the break. So we had our physics class just now, from 4 to 6 o’clock. What I hate was the fact that there was no shuttle bus. We all had to walk from our apartment to our class… and the walking took 15 mins… 30 minutes ulang alik.. Very tiring.

I feel angry to my brother right now. He is in KL and he didn’t tell me. Not fair. Tiday, they (my bros and siss) went to Times Square and were enjoying themselves whilst I stuck here. Not fair. Not that I really want to go, but at least he should’ve told me. Not fair.

My parents are in Indonesia for my cousin’s weeding. Yup, my cousin is an Indonesian. Actually 2 of my uncles are Indonesian. You see, my grandfather had 2 wives, and one of them was Indonesian. She was the first wife. When my grandfather moved to Malaysia (because of some wars in Sulawesi, Indonesia) in 1950’s, he married my real grandma.

I want to be a good writer… quite impossible…

this post is sooooo random