Another two months just passed, a month and twenty four days to be precise. I'm here alone in Subang Jaya now, as a normal college student, attending college every weekdays without the warmth of being at home. Aw...I miss my home so much... You can call me homesick, I don't care. Though things I missed the most are my family, my computer and also my precious, fluffy bed.

I was nervous, or maybe scared when I first step into the apartment unit I am supposed to stay in. I slowly made freinds with my housemates, then later my classmates. At least I don't feel alone for now. Sometimes I kept thinking where are my friends in my hometown and what are they doing. Even though we have each others' contact in MSN Messenger, we barely communicated. Maybe they are busy?

Class commenced just the day after the Orientation programme. The lecturers are fine, except for the Biology lecturer. She has the ability to hypnotise me everyday, in any condition. I sometimes have to strengthen my will to stay awake during her class, but to no avail -- it is just tooooo boring. Imagine you are in a class, with Power Point slides infront of you, and the front lights are all switched off, plus her unconsistent voice frequency... You will fell asleep in no time, a typical Power Point lecturer. Some of my friends even bought Nescafe and Red Bull (don't know it is working or not) just to attend her class.

Since I'm in the March intake, I am travelling against time, that's what most of the lecturer said. They keep feeding us things according to the syllabus, cramming our small little brains with overloading "files". I sometimes found out that the files are drifting inside my mind, but I can't get it at all. It made me have the feeling to drop everything and go back home to sleep. It's just so damn frustrating!! I need air!! I need to breath!! Damn it!!

Bah...whatever. What can I do? Because of that stupid NS, I have to cope with the speed of the lecturers (suprisingly, I found out that the Chemistry lecturer is just like the Chemistry teacher in my middle school: she talked like M-16 shooting unstoppable bullets and scribble things on the board with uncomprehend handwriting and speed). No choice, I guess. Everyone have to chase after thier dreams after all. In order to do that, we have to pass through this stage. Have to workhard...


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