Of Balance..
Dear TomHa,
Of course, I am not going to talk about my balancing on a kayak over here.. I had oputgrown that. Neither am I going to talk about my balance on land, which I must say is still rather good after training in WuShu when I was young. So this balance just means balance. Just that. How many times have we heard that everything is good if it is in moderation? For so long in my life, I figured that I am a rather nice person, given that I can take criticisms lashed at me with a laugh and just forget it. However, there are POEPLE who abused it and there comes the question of being too nice. Am I allowing myself to be a topic of ridicule so that people can satisfy their longing to feel superior? Crap.. It is time that I find some balance in my life and fight back. Ar.. but it is tiring to act like that, so I guess I would just continue what I am.. Haha, what a pointless paragraph..

So first week of school had gone by. Nothing much had happened except loads of really funny things. First of all, I have nothing to talk about the Sensors lecturers except that since he is so good at building robotic sensors, or so he claimed, perhaps it will do him good to build some sensor that measures just how boring he is. He just rattles on and on in broken english about things which are interesting but sadly, made boring. Acchually hor, sensors are really impotant in our fild of NG-neering leh... ME2143 for you..

Thermodynamics was a disaster. To think that one of the reason why I had chosen Mechanical Engineering as my choice during streaming was that I don't want to have Indian lecturers, which by the way, is in abundance in electrical engineering. These Thermodynamics lecturer was the worst. He speaks with a Indian twang that is so.. ermm.. Indian, that I think that I am watching a Bollywood documentary on Thermodynamics without any subtitles. In the end, I was to make notes like Prof said sth about the slope of this graph.. read for it from txt.. At least the Indian lecturer from last sem produced good and detailed lecture notes to make up for his lack of verbal communication prowess. However, for this one, everybody reached common consensus that the textbook is a must. Sigh.. $50 gone... PV = nRT anyone?

Nothing much to say about the other modules. Standard boring stuff that local lecturers in their middle ages give. But at least they were comprehensible and audible. So anyway, had lunch at Engine canteen since a long time ago. Could not really recognise it as so many new stalls had overtaken some of those inedible cowdung which we were forced to eat when all other queues were so long, I thought I had to go to Science Fac to join in the queue. Anyway, there is a new Indonesian Grill stall, a new Kway Chap stall (so happy, requested for it in last sem's feedback form!!) and some which I had not investigated yet. (Busy camping in Arts you see...) But then, Joo Chuan just cannot stop giving weird comments. Like after I commented that the Kway Chap is only so-so, he retorted that alamak, so-so can already lah. I don't want to q...in his usual heck-care attitude. Haha, pretty funny.

But then again, one of the meals there just make me laugh when I think about it. It was on the same day I had the Kway Chap for lunch. We went back to our seats. JC and I were occupying a four-people table so two Malays approached us for the seats which we gladly obliged. They sat down, but for the whole of their lunch, they were looking at me and JC with this great look of disdain that I thought they had glued their eyebrows together with their frowns. It was quite a funny experience actually, but the main poiint is that it certainly highlighted the amount of racial tolerance that Singaporeans have towards each other. Although we were being blasphemous to the Malays with our diet, they accepted the fact that we believed and were brought up in an entirely different environment and so, we were really not being blasphemous.. What crap am I talking about? Yar.. Racial tolerance and consideration everybody!