Thursday, August 26, 2004
Guy Fails to Court Juniors
Dear Passengers, how have you been? Do you know that whenever I blog, I feel like this girl Judy in the novel by Jean Webster called Daddy Long Legs. For those who have not read the book, it is about this girl Judy Abbott who writes letters to this benefactor of hers but do not get any reply as this benefactor must be kept a secret. A very lovely book indeed, about how this young orphan girl is given a chance to go to college for free, paid by this mysterious benefactor who stayed unknown. She calls him Daddy Long Legs before from the shadow she saw, he had long legs. Those interested can get the book from me.
But I digress. My point is, when I blog, i seemed to be pouring everything out to my passengers, but I do not get any reply, like Judy, except for some occasional comments from some good friends. Sigh... but I can't complain.
Ok, onward into today's blogging.
I am about to blog about this scene I saw in the Library when I was studying last night. I happened to sit very near where it happened, so I could listen to what was happening. You should have been there to really appreciate the moment.
The main actors and actresses are this guy from M1/04, two girls from M2/04 and a guy senior from M2/03. The scenario, two girls from M2/04 wants to use the computer, so they approach this guy from M1/04.
Girls: Can we use the computer? We don't have ID and password.
Guy: Sure. Come on, I'll log on with mine.
They walk to the nearest computer. The guy tried to on it, but it was not working so he jumped to another computer, which was also not working.
Guy: Uh... you have to wait for a computer. When you get a computer, come call me.
He went off to study, leaving the two girls there. Then when they got the computer, they called him and he went to help them.
Guy: Here, let me log on with my ID for you.
So he tried and tried and tried but cannot. So he approached the Senior who was sitting by the computer.
Guy: Uh, server down izzit? Why cannot log on wan?
Senior: Your ID expire dee la. Of course cannot log on la.
Guy: Oh, I forgot. Then how?
Senior: Use workstation la!
Guy: Oh. Forgot.
So he went back and try again. And again, and again. But cannot. So now really no face dee, he slinked back to the senior.
Guy: (whispering) Cannot la. Cannot use workstation.
Senior: (in loud voice) Can la. You no use only.
Guy: But I use Student Student cannot.
Senior: Use USER la.
Guy: But what the password.
Senior: Nothing.
Guy: Huh?
So finally the senior went up there to help the juniors log on. The guy, face red and dignity gone said good bye and ran off.
Talk about a courting game going wrong.
Yesterday was the registration of the M2/04 Juniors. Looking at them, it reminded me off me a year back when I first came for my registration.
20th August 2003. I drove here from Klang at 10. I could still remember that I was driving at 130kph and there was this police he was setting up the speed trap camera. Haha. And then parking outside of B, i went to the MPH area to register.
Almost every of Taylors PM5 was surprised to see me. Everyone thought I was rejected and was not accepted. Shalini K was like "You here for what? To visit us?"
Jody was lagi blur. I took my papers and cos I need my dad's signature I had to call him to come. I could remember Jody saying: Register the next day la.
And i was like telling him that the registration is today.
He thought I was registering for the next intake. He is always blur. Havent change a bit!
And I could still remember all the little pranks I played. Like laughing when Peter Pook introduced himself, and I was just five seats from where he stood. And of course there was the time I was scolded by the Pook himself for wearing sports shoes. The next day I walked barefooted in front of him and he cannot say anything because he was with some parents and there is also the orientation thingy. Hahaha!!
Time flies and now I am in my Respi system. But I haven't change a bit no? Won't want to change. Hahaha...
Gonna sign off now. Got to study for Respi exam. And till next time,
Time flows like a river and history repeats.
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