So, that’s it for my Handwritten Valentine Project! I hope, despite my amateurish photographic skills, you enjoyed my personally crafted messages using recycled paper and objects from my house, just as I have enjoyed doing it. 🙂
I freaking love it, thank you so much, girl! 😀
The day started off rather uneventfully. It looked like it was going to be any other day.
The first class was typical. Boring, tedious, slow. I do hope that that A will be worth it.
In the second class, a friend brought a ‘souvenir’ from a conference she recently attended overseas. The souvenir being two Japanese guys who are visiting for a couple of days! They look typically Japanese and are quite bashful and quiet. I noticed that when strangers come to my class for a visit (a classmate had brought a friend, and another her boyfriend who was visiting from overseas) I tend to be rather… loud. 😛 It’s like these strangers bring out the crazy side in me. I don’t know if I am subconsciously trying to get some attention, because I would never really talk to the visitors; I’m really too shy and don’t know what to say to them. But suddenly I have lots to say in class or to other friends.
So anyway, the day was getting better. Even though I hated the class work we had to do, I managed to finish it, and with time to spare even, to run to the computer lab and surf the net for a bit, before going for lunch with some classmates. And the friend who brought along the Japanese visitors wanted to join us for lunch. So… nice! 8 of us for lunch instead of the intended 4. The more the merrier, right?
Indeed it was! We went to the cafeteria of another faculty, where the food is both delicious and cheap. We couldn’t get a table to fit the 8 of us, so we sat in two tables of four. Initially, we talked to the people sitting in our own tables. And you know how sometimes the longer conversations go, the more bitchy and interesting it gets? Yeah, this was that kind. We talked about what was going on in our lives, before moving on to my favourite topic: gossip.
Oh, how we bitched and bitched! Everyone had something to say about a certain someone who absolutely lacks social skills. I mean, this is the girl who dresses quite fashionably but has no cow sense to make sure her underwear doesn’t show! She usually flashes her faded granny panties but there was once she wore a red thong; it has since become The Infamous Red Thong that the whole class had the unfortunate luck to witness. (A friend who sat behind her when she wore that wailed that she had witnessed live pornography. Haha – she’s a bit of a prude, but well, I can see where she’s coming from.)
Her most recent gaffe was to show an offensive stomach-churning picture for her class presentation with no warning whatsoever of its graphic nature. Said picture is an image of a red-bloodied sort of mess that resembles raw meat in a toilet bowl; that is apparently what comes out after an enema. Okay, sorry if I just made you turn a shade of green, but I’m sure you were wondering how disgusting the image was, and now you know why I’m so bitchy about her!
Aside from that, she has a rather unlikeable personality and terrible work ethics. She is not the class enemy, but let’s just say everybody is wary of her and will never pick her to be in a group project or ask her out for lunch.
So yeah, the 8 of us – or rather, the 6 of us since the Japanese guys were just tagging along (they couldn’t follow the conversation anyway, we apparently talked like ‘machine-guns’!), totally bonded by bitching. I know it’s really not good to bitch about people, and nor do I think anybody deserves to be bitched about the way I had bitched. But I think if you take care of your actions and the way you portray yourself to people, they would not be able to bitch about you the way they do. My philosophy to bitching is this: as long as the person will never know what I have said about her, I am free to say as I please. If I ever get caught, then I must be responsible for what I have said. So far, I have never been caught red-handed bitching about people. Or maybe I was but instead of confronting me, people chose to bitch about me bitching! That would be ironic but perhaps poetic justice. 😉
After lunch, we made it back to our faculty in a light drizzle. (The kind I would like to have a kiss in.) While we walked up the stairs to the building where our next class will be in, a friend suddenly sang Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. And ever since my virgin karaoke experience, I am not ashamed to burst into song in front of my classmates when I’m in the mood. And I definitely was. I sang along with her, warbling at the top of my lungs, deliberately off-key. But my singing is one of a kind; it made us laugh till our stomach hurts.
In our last class, we were exceptionally hyper and raucous. Must be due to the snacks (potato sticks, candies and jelly cups) our friends bought from overseas where they went for the conference. The atmosphere was just so lively and happy. I wasn’t as loud as I was bitching at lunch time, but I felt happy to be surrounded by such… vitality, cheeriness, youthfulness.
After class was over and I was driving back home alone, I felt the contrast of what I had been surrounded by a moment ago and what I was surrounded by then; the tinny radio trying to fill the silence of the car.
I always get a bit melancholic after a happy moment. I realised that this was one of the very few happy memories I have left of my college days. I have only 6 more weeks to go; so little time to create lifelong memories. It really hit me then that in one and a half months’ time, this will cease to exist. I would probably keep in touch with a friend or two, but we can never recreate the spirit of our class. Memories are all I have.
Sigh… I would do it all over again. I would endure the bitching, the backstabbing, the misunderstandings, the disagreements, the assignments, the nightmare lecturers. I would endure all that, to experience the happiness again we have as a class.
Every single one of my classmates have such character. Lecturers either love us or hate us; they would never feel anything in between. We have made an impact on many of the lecturers, just as some of them have made an impact on us. We are the biggest, smartest, noisiest, and most opinionated bunch among our seniors and juniors in the same course. Seriously, we would have made an awesome reality tv show. I mean, 20 girls, a couple of guys, more than half of us single. We’re good-looking and intelligent and articulate and hormonal. How could you not want to tune in to our show, if we had one? 😛
So… it was not any other day. It was one of those days I will remember back fondly as my carefree college days.