Well, from all my previous posts, it seems that my excuse from updating my blog regularly was busy, busy and busy. And I hate to tell the truth, I was seriously freaking busy this past few weeks! Okay. I know its an excuse, excuse and excuse, but too bad, I really can’t help it.
The main reason keeping me from updating my blog is the usual school load: presentations, assignments, reports and also my on-going research. Anyway, I was kept busy this past few weeks mainly by reading up the Drug Regulations & Quality Assurance (DRQA) Clothier’s Report. This 34 pages report with font as small as 10, was like the most effective natural sleeping pills you can ever find in this world that will knock you out immediately and send you to your dreamland, way much faster than counting sheep.
We were supposed to write a 2000 words report after reading this whole chunk of thing. However, our lecturer, Ms. Loh wanted us to do a presentation first before writing the report. We were divided into a few groups and each group has to answer a certain number of questions that were asked in our report. And of course, we have to answer all these questions as well in our 2000 words report.
I was somehow ‘forced’ to join into this group of mine. Well, at least the group members in this group are way much better than my last presentation’s group, as I’m sure many of you will remember how frustrated I felt last time (I wrote it previously in my post). Anyway, this time, my group consists of Mr Singh, Mr Liew, Miss Chew, Miss Irene, Miss Evelyn and me.
Why did I said I was somehow ‘forced’ to join this group then? Actually, while Ms Loh, our lecturer instructed us to divide ourselves into group of 6, Mr Singh, who happened to sit a few rows behind me, was trying to make eye contact with me and by using some sort of sign language to grab my attention. However, I did not noticed it and Miss Chew so happened to see it and notified me about this strange behavior of Mr Singh. Then I turned my head and look at Mr Singh, and guess what? He was gesturing at the both of us, Miss Chew and I, to indicate that the both of us were in his group, mainly consists of him and Mr Liew.
My first reaction was HUH??? I haven’t even digested the fact that we have to do a presentation on top of writing a 2000 words report and I was suddenly grabbed and booked into Mr Singh’s group. And Mr Singh is that type of guy who just don’t care about whether you are willing to do it or not. He is like a small and immature boy who just want things to go his way. And there is really no chance at all for anyone to talk back once he made a decision because he is freaking good at crapping and making it sounds like he is really that pathetic. I mean he is seriously fantastic when it comes to talking and making you feel guilty if you are not going to listen to him and oblige to the way he wanted it to be done.
After my brain has worked back to its normal speed, I was thinking, “Excuse me, I believe there’s something called freedom to choose in this world.” Okay, maybe not this world, but at least in my life. And of course by the time I figured all this out, I found myself writing down my name into Mr Singh’s group on the list of paper that was passing around.
Actually, to tell the truth, joining Mr Singh’s group is really not that bad. In fact, it was quite enjoyable and fun because Mr Singh is a natural clown. He can make us laugh without even doing anything other than crapping. In fact, the 6 of us actually work well together. Well, Mr Singh and Mr Liew are roommate, so both of them are practically inseparable. Both Miss Irene and Miss Evelyn are Indonesian and can communicate well with each other. In fact, Miss Irene and Miss Evelyn are like Miss Chew and I, always sit next to each other in class and are really good friends. You know. The kind where we hit each other head and will not get angry at each other, buy each other chocolates to cheer each other up and share gossips whenever we can.
Okay. I think I should explain why I listen to Mr Singh and oblige to his way of getting things done. Actually, he reminds me of my younger brother. My brother is exactly the same. Same as in small and immature boy, want everything to be done in his way, will never take no as answer and don’t really care whether you are willing or not. Including the part where he can make you feel guilty for not doing whatever you are suppose to do the way he want it to be. He will look at you with his big, sad puppy eyes and you know that you’ll have no choice but to do whatever he wants and listen to him. And the only reason that you can’t argue about this treatment is that because you are his elder sister. Well, perhaps I have this unexplainable protective and pamper nature towards my brother in me.
He, I mean Mr Singh, tend to remind me of the kind of close relationship that I shared with my younger brother when we were still a kid that time. I guess perhaps its because we only have 2 years gap in between us and that’s why I’m much closer to my brother rather than my elder sister. And I really cherish this kind of bond between my brother and I.
So, we have done with reading the report, answering the questions, researching for more information, compiling and editing the slides, and now we are waiting to present it. And the presentation is tomorrow and hopefully, everything will turn out to be all right.
August 29, 2010
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Life was a kaleidoscope of excitement and joy, pain and sorrow 