It's just glorified tuition classes.

Except we pay more. Or less, exampli gratia: Amirul and so many others lads and lasses in MARA (boo).

I don't see the big deal. Maybe I just can't. Glad I didn't look forward to it. So basically, I come to class, classes are around 3-5 (five!) hours long. But it was the first week and only 3 (skipped one, what?) lecturers actually show up.

Social related stuff; I am simply not gregarious. Kidding. It is merely a facade. Trying to build up the "Mysterious, quiet, kind of (kind of?) hot image." I'm still de facto- wait. I am that, 100% bona fide. Exception for 2 or maybe 3 at max, manipulation purpose only. Nothing more. An asthmatic, pot-bellied, typical nerdy rich kid. A year older emo-influenced guy that has a bike in case Laziness visits (Which is always). A quite pleasingly pretty eyed, cute faced girl. Dainty.

Thank Heavens everyone, so far, seems to have forgotten those God awful de rigueur on attire. Be as frippery as I want too. Dockers' brown corduroy jacket. Various Topman baseball neck tees. Newly bought cardigan. Tight-fit Levi's. Anything. Name it. Now hair, grow. Grow damn it.

One thing interesting. Eye-catching to be precise. Elyana's (yeah, that one) sister, goes there too. People have said she's a stuck up. Perfect. This is a challenge, I got 3 years.

What else? Um. Oh ya, more free money which I don't actually need. So it's always spent on something stupidly worthless. But then again, life's filled with that.

From kid, to teenager. From school, to college. Notice a pattern? Yeah, life gets worse. What comes after this? Work. Adult. I rest my case. It is when I do nothing with my life is when I feel something- Wait. Must. Stay. On. Topic.

Oh, topic's over.

I'm done.
Afan.