Hormone Overload

Skool started officially yesterday. I got home from the wedding actually already half sleeping but since the outing and its ending left me euphoric, it held me up quite awhile that I actually took a bath, wash my hair and my face since the eyeliners are making me look like Jack Sparrow’s wife.

The sleep was un-peaceful not because the mind is still working around the letter M but I had this monstrous ache on my shoulders, my elbows, my arms, and my hands. I have no inkling what had caused this pain. I don’t remember lifting any superheavy stuffs at all, even finding Shanny’s house did not even break my sweat (which is a huge breakthrough since I have no sense of direction, I have never been to her house, and not even Roha is able to give me directions since there is no significant landmark to Shanny’s house). Maybe it’s because I’ve been moving the laptop here and there for Mum’s convenience since she had migraine in the morning and I was attending to her when she finally got up for lunch so that she can watch Beautiful Life at anywhere she’s comfortable? I don’t think so. I walked three kilometres while carrying a 10kg bag of rice – that’s obviously even heavier, right?

The pain was so strong, I got up around 3 am to smeared Counterpain all over my arms. There was also a throbbing headache on the left side and I’m feeling already icky at the prospect of getting up another four hours to go to school without having so much decided what to wear and packed up the stationeries. So much for a very ambitious start to the second year.

7 am finally came around and the pain subsided, had a shower and picked up a pale pink top which I hardly wear (which I would eventually may start wearing often since it compliments the gams to appear longer ;-p), put one of the many empty notebooks into Birkin, my pencilbox, Trent, Travis the Second to showed it off to Raymee, Layla, my ciggies (Mentos) and moneyyy.

Breakfast was a sip of just made tea, I packed the French toast Mum made and got into Vesper and filled her up a bit and the drive to skool it is. I was in the mood to listened to Ungu’s Tercipta Untukku, and again, I’m enjoying this despite the effects of last night and without anyone in my mind like how I just used to associate a song with someone someone. The drive was peaceful since the stretch hardly had any cars, I totally enjoyed it.

Arrived at skool and the carpark was almost full. Okay, I am actually late by normal standard. Thank God there’s still a parking lot for moi, texted the classmates asking where the class is (even the already printed timetable is nowhere to be found), and informed the others who’s still on the way (normal practice).

The first class was writing for PR and already this is feeling like Transfiguration. The lecturer already assigned us with four assignments and there would be more in the online forum and exercises are semi-compulsory since frequent practices will make you perfect. Three written assignments and a media kit to produce. The lecturer keep saying about submitting these papers on 3rd of August. I was like, 3rd of August? Why not until the second seminar? Then only I had this quuueasy feeling when I looked into Eda’s printed timetable and yup, second seminar: 3-Aug-08. I had a silent howl but visible to the girls to ask why because that is the date of Juejue’s wedding. Besides the fact it is my best friend’s wedding that I am trying to patch up with (since she is the one I took for granted the most), I have just sent the kebaya to Shanny yesterday and invited M with moi and all of a sudden I have a second seminar besides the fact of that four assignments?!!!

The second class was Psychology and the lecturer is someone like Puan Nora that we had in our first semester. She was so funny, animatic, and jovial. One quarter of the class was dedicated to transsexuality and you know how very terminologically-correct they can be. Raymee’s laugh rang throughout the class, he’s enjoying it. The lecturer shared a story that a someone he that she knew is developing breasts similar to a woman’s that her wife even lend her bras to him. The guy went to see the doctor and the doctor concluded, “You mesti selalu makan tengkuk ayam!” Turned out that they always injected the chicken’s weight-gainers through the chicken’s vein in the neck – so yeah, there’s a warning for you. Haha, there’s a an on-going joke in the making. Aby the pregger finished my French toast since she’s whining that she’s hungry and finished my Mentos as well. Although it was all that, I couldn’t help myself in very low frequency membebel frantically about not being able to attend to the wedding, that I just sent the kebaya yesterday, and that I couldn’t go with M!!! Thank God I will be seeing Roha for lunch.

Lunch was at McD and I spilled all the details about last night with her and she swapped it for her first birthday as husband and wife, and the wedding photo shoot yesterday at Orchid Garden. I should say, Iris’ favourite photographer was there as pointed by Roha, he must be back from Langkawi already, and since Roha looked like an Arab bride in the midst of other Chinese brides at the garden, the tourists got excited and even they took pictures with her.

Then it was back to skool – again, parking was sucksss but we managed to find one though we had to walked a bit since it is at the other end of the building next to our school. The third class already started and to find a seating spot is also like finding a parking since we’re sharing the lab with some of the the “we-are-exempted-from-certain-subjects-and-we-got-3.76-last-semester” part two students who are terribly insecured. This is Graphic and Layout class and we are to learn how to use the darn software Adobe InDesign CS2 (five assignments for this – berapa, Designer Terulung, RM2K apiece?). Yeah, for some of you it’s just a walk through the park but the point is I got no patience for this and I just don’t compute well with its toolbar. Dah lea mengantuk to the tahap meragam what with me still deciding to cut class or not on the second seminar, the prospect with M, the patching up with Juejue. Eda was super-hyper in the class, eating her McD burger nonchalantly and explicitly cursed as her paper clip flew off her stacks of notes enough for some to overheard it, haha, gile hyper kau, babe… she drew some curves as instructed by the lecturer but Abang Wan was quick to commented, “ni nampak macam kesan tengkuk ayam in the making…” and Raymee barked with laughters at the sight of it. Whatever, I should be getting an A for this… on. my. own.

Oh okay, this is something stupid. Really stupid. Really, really stupid. Seriously, it is:
A girl I never like right from the minute she opened her mouth (which was a year ago) – and hello, she thinks she’s better than moi to which I corrected to the classmates, I am better than her – dropped by the class to meet two of my classmates. When she’s done saying what she has to say to them, she poked her head from the door, which I thought she was going to say thank you to the lecturer. The lecturer, who is a he, was bending down to the other side of the table to assist a student on how to use the software in the middle of the class. The class was separa-bising with the students trying out the software themselves and the girl said this in the owh-I’m-alluring tone softly but loud enough for the class to hear, “‘ncik ******, ‘ncik ******… jangan lea tonggeng, I geram…”

Here’s WTF for –
1. He’s a lecturer.
2. She’s a student
3. She’s married
4. She’s somebody’s wife
5. She’s a year younger than moi if you must know and I think the lecturer is in his late 20s or early 30s.
Do I really have to point out where’s her sense of respect to herself?

Roha: I hate dat tepung gomak gal.

Finally, the last class. Business and Professional Communication, I should think. Not much to talk about. Oh, ada to talk about! Finally Raymee talked to me because we were sitting far apart in the first two classes (dia lambat) and the first thing he said was, “Did you lose weight?” Ahahaha merci, merci, merci, darling! Sukasukasuka! See, this is why I love him so much.

In conclusion, I had to give in that there’s too many assignments, quizzes, and practical tutorials that you-couldn’t-afford-to-miss what more the lecturers want MC if you’re absent (usually tak, the previous lecturers relax je…). This particular semester is going to be a gruelling one. Already the classmates have been explained why I flunked that one paper – sedang melalui proses penceraian – they are supersupportive as always and I am not going through it again. I did had to make a mini press conference anyways to brief them on what had happened that it got me into a penceraian.

Yaya: Cantik ke dia?
Moi: Don’t bother. I know I’m wayyy prettier and better than her in so many ways.
Responses from the crowd especially Raymee: Hyena laughters. Just the same kind of amused response when Raymee told us that the stupid girl (mentioned above) thinks that she’s better than moi and I was berkerasan pointed out, “No, no, no, aku memang better than her.”

We had drinks afterward since the class finished early. There’s the talk about the classes, how to help around, me always the translator, camwhoring with the new Travis, Raymee showing off his external hard disk, thinking whether we want to order the viagra juice for Raymee (he was the last one to joined us), what that girl said for the class to hear, the part two students, our new co-ordinator, that this semester all our lady lecturers are hot – one has nose piercing and two piercings on each ear and Raymee is considering her for sugarmummy, the other is like an Arab which I commented someone like Ustazah Fatimah Az-Zahra and Raymee marvelled that I must have received hidayah since bercerai, and the other lecturer is blonde and demuring which Abang Wan maybe considering for second wife (kidding!).

The brief gathering was so much fun – and easy on the eye for me, there were lots of eyecandies – laughing like hyenas what with the simple but right-on-your-face buttjokes from the married men. I totally appreciated it when Raymee commented, “Dah lama aku tak gelak macam ni… the last four months asyik handle training je, diorang nak buat lawak dengan aku pun tersekat-sekat.”

I love skool.