Why Do I Feel Bad for Leaving UTP

So, yeah, Petronas offered me an education sponsor at UTP in Chemical Engineering.

Yes, i was indeed overjoyed with the offer. It was a dream come through to be accepted as a a apart of South East Asia's best engineering school.

Everything started very well with me and mummy leaving Kuching for UTP at Tronoh, Perak.

After spending a few memorable day in UTP, JPA offered me a scholarship to continue my studies in Medicine at MSU, then I will be doing the twinning program in Manipal Medical College, India.

St Peter's Gate.

UTP is a great place to study, i'm writting this post to cure my UTP-sickness and get to the point that i'm regretting for leaving UTP.

UTP is so huge, Swinburne also kalah **this is written in purpose to kek Isaac**, apatah lagi any other local university or college.

Upon reaching UTP, i registered myself then got to my Village, which is Village 6. Village 6 was not very good, since it's the old village. However its very spacious and cooling compared to the other villages. There' no LAN, WiFi keep disconnecting, bad toilet, BUT the Common Room is built with air-conditioner and Astro cable TV.

NAISE.

**I may continue crapping bout it, but it'll make this blog even more lame, so i'll just skip to more important stuff.**

Ok back to the point.

I'm roommates with Kenric Chai, who was previously classmates with me in Primary 4. He craps more pro than me, but he also fart during his sleep.

It's compulsory to join the Minggu Aluan Siswa, MAS, during the 1st week as a UTP freshie. MAS is tough, but fun. The facilitators are great in acting to be angry, furious, sad and many more other expressions.

During MAS, we're exposed with different cultures of University life. They gave us assignments that are impossible to complete, like getting 76 facilitators signature by one night and memorize their name and their post in the MAS. NOBODY completed the task.

During MAS, we were also exposed with Head of Departments of the education group. We met great professors, among them is Dr Balbir Singh. He's is a funny guy. My favourite quote from him,

"Malaysian always say, 'Think out of the box'. But I like put myself in a different way, so I say 'Why put yourself in the box in the first place?"

Nice one, Dr Balbir.

UTP and Perak both taught me great things, among them are...

1. Mixing well with strangers.

Right after reaching UTP, i made friends with Melwyn and Raymond. After a few days, i made friends with Jimmy Teow, Lester, Jaycy, Aaron and a few more others.

2. I mastered the art of Silent Farting.

No joke.
During MAS they serve all kinds of spicy food that make Hydrochloric Acid juggle around in your stomach and force you to let out gas anytime with little time for you to escape large groups of people.
What to do? FART SILENTLY LAH.

I here apologies to all MAS facies and freshies for my uncontrolled anus which let of gas silently, you can blame me for those smelly moments.

However i would also like to say, "Damnit, I am born to do this."

Obviously, Kenric didn't master this technic as i still hear bass sounds when he sleep.

3. I mastered the art of Asshole-Being.

Being roommates with Kenric really did helped me in this. We made sick jokes like asking each other to fuck old grannies and calling the facilitators gay or by their physical appearance.

Kenric also taught me to be fierce when the facilitator is fierce. True enough, it work when Kenric demanded about a thing by giving the-particular-facilitator that fierce look.

Kenric also taught me how to look cute and act like a nerd in a porn movie. Here's an image of it.

HEHEHEHEHE i'm mean.

4. Being strong while staying somewhere far from home.

Seriously, i wasn't homesick. But i really miss Kuching. The nearest town from UTP is Ipoh, and i don't know Ipoh like i know Kuching. Food in Ipoh is also damn expensive.

For example, Bak Kut Teh in Kuching cost around RM6 per person. In Ipoh it cost around RM8. Haiz....

I wonder how Sis survive with RM500 only per month.

5. I learnt some tips from surviving in Ipoh.

In Kuching, you can call everyone "wei!" or "hoi!". But in Ipoh, automatic your name become "Leng Zai" or "Leng Lui".

Don't know why lar, maybe Ipoh goverment made it compulsory to put that name in their birth cert.

How did i found out? Let me tell you...

I was having dinner at a Ipoh Taugeh Chicken Rice restaurant when this old woman came to take our order. She layan me first, she said in Cantonese "Leng zai, lei yam meh ah?" (handsome guy, watcha wanna drink?). Then i order loh. Damn happy that time, got ppl call me Leng Zai woh, not bad hoh? Must be my new look with my new spectacles **like peter parker**


Wait... Peter Parker is not hot, right?

Anyways, about that Granny Waitress thing, she then asked my friend, who wasn't as "lookable" as me LOL, "Leng Zai, lei yam meh ah?"


Cibai Granny.

6. I also learn that Nokia 5800 XpressMusic camera is GOOOOOOD!



Nuf said.

I have some idea for my next post, so let me collect as much as i can then post it up ASAP.

Sumpah.... Tak Tipu...