Date With The City

I missed y’all and I missed spending hours and hours in front of my workplace PC updating my blog with entries instead of preparing course outlines and minutes of meetings. I always make sure that I have one work related document ready though, just in case if my boss walks in.

View from my hotel room

Last week, I was getting myself mentally and physically prepared for countless hours in the pin-drop silent of exam hall (invigilating the final exam= NOT FUN!) when I was told that I have to attend a one week teaching workshop (I prefer to call it ‘seminar’. I just love how the word makes me sound really important). Another first time for me because I have never before attended this kind of shit.
The room~not bad...

But honestly speaking, listening to follicle-y challenged old men talking about teaching techniques is sooooo NOT my perfect idea of entertainment.
So after some dramas on my own part (let’s not get into details), I checked myself into the hotel where the seminar took place on Monday night. Crown Princess is an exceptionally fine hotel. The rooms are comfortable, their buffet tables are filled with arrays of foods from different varieties and the lounge is not too bad either. I found out later that I share my room with this Chinese lecturer guy from another well-known college in Nilai. He is much older than I am and from a few conversations that we had, I can tell that this guy is fully committed to his job. And despite the diamond stud in his ear and his faded jeans, he does look like a lecturer. Unfortunately, the same thing couldn’t be said about me.

A quick drink while reading SATC at the lounge downstairs

The workshop started on Tuesday morning. 8.35 am and I was only five minutes late. I entered the hall and grabbed a seat at the front table because obviously the ‘best’ seats were all taken. But I ended up having a lot of fun there. The three other participants in my group are at least 20 years my senior. One of them is a professor from Segi College. I respect them the way I respected all my teachers and lecturers. I tried to stay humble and low profile. So, no attention grabbing antiques throughout the four-day seminar, which was extremely hard to do. You know how I love attention right?!

They misspelled my name.Happens all the time. Double N people!

What I’m trying to say is, being a 25-year-old guy in roomful of serious, professional looking uncles and aunties, I was little intimidated at first. I didn’t expect that most of them are actually funny, gossipy and love dirty jokes! Even the three uncles at my tables, we made such a great team throughout the seminar.

The title of the seminar is “Exemplary Lecture: Making It Happen”. Yawn!

It felt almost like typical workdays because the seminar started at eight and finished at five. I went out every single night throughout my stay there because as much as I like my roommate, it was still a little awkward to share the hotel room with a complete stranger. Maybe it was just me?

Stuck in a car with Shikin and I couldn't escape=(

On Tuesday, I was all over Bukit Bintang with Shikin. It was raining and the traffic was terrible. It took almost two hours to get to Pavillion from Ampang! Dinner was Thai cuisine and I’m proud to say that I managed to resist the temptation. Temptation to shop that is. I didn’t shop at all people! That is one heck of a great achievement right there. I need a pat on the back=)

Look closely and you can see the Twin-Tower

Haniss

I went out to Bukit Bintang again on Wednesday for dinner with Wafi. Dome is definitely not really THE place to have proper meals but we were short of choice and Wafi hasn’t been eating since morning. He was starving (and obviously on diet). I was afraid that he might end up feasting on my arms or something. Heheh=) We bitched about our workplace-dramas over chicken stew and I told him my SECRET plan for the future.

Warrrfiieeyy

H&F (in vintage tee)

Off to Shah Alam on Thursday. Bayne was waiting for me there. Amish was busy with her projects, assignments and stuff. Bayne (Som) and I didn’t want to hold her back from completing her work and we decided to grab a bite at Burger King without her. We did go to her house afterwards though and helped her out with some art projects.

Kak Long

Drawing (in H&M polo shirt, Topman reversible belt and Landlord's corduroy)

We love art project right?! Click HERE for more on that.

Friday was the final day of the seminar. We were awarded with certificates and to my own surprise, I was asked for photos despite being the quiet ones with nothing much to say throughout the program. It was a great experience. Although most of the stuff discussed was stuff that I already learned in TESL, the sharing of experience among the participants is what I appreciated the most. That and their willingness to acknowledge me as part of the whole thing.

It's all over (in GAP originals and backpack by Ripcurl)

I wish we had more time to get to know each other. Especially when I found out that one of the participants is Sharina’s cousin. I met her once at her engagement. She’s one of the cooler ones at the seminar. We sat together at lunch and we talked a lot especially about my unforeseeable future. She told me to chase after my dream and leave everything else behind. And she asked me this, “What the hell are you doing in Nilai? You supposed to be here in the city”. I wanted to take her advice but, I need more time to think especially after several text messages that Sharina sent to me earlier today…

So that was the end of the seminar which unexpectedly turned out to be not so bad.
Cellphone while driving. Baaaad!

A little worn-out here.

Ooh..I went back to Shah Alam after I checked out of the hotel. I needed to see Som and Kak Long again. We always have great times together. What would I do without these three bitchiest-bitches... Awww...How sweet...

Amish on a beat-up couch

And fast-forward one week later, I’m back here again, staring at this ridiculously old PC with extremely slow internet speed…

Song playing inside my head: Jesse McCartney's It's Over

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