I hate LRT. And Other Unrelated Matters.

I have a bit of a confession to make. I have been skipping my Sociology class A LOT of times lately. It’s at 9am on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and it’s my earliest class on the schedule. Last week, on Tuesday, I skipped it because I couldn’t bring myself to get up from my bed – despite my hard-as-rock mattress and equally hard-as-rock, Tesco-bought pillow. Yeah, I was that sleepy. Totally my fault for staying up late, I know. It makes one wonder how KAED students can survive literally a week without sleeping, just to finish their projects… can any of my KAED readers shed any light on this mysterious matter? Because I seriously need some tips. My circadian rhythm – the sleep-wake cycle – is all wrong; I love to sleep during the day time and prefer to be wide awake at night. Dina says I have too much melatonin – the hormone that makes you sleepy. (Wow, my blog is getting educational!)

This Monday I had skipped it because I was late. I had timed myself perfectly so that I would arrive on campus from my house at EXACTLY 9am, but instead I arrived 20 MINUTES after. 20 MINUTES!!! I had even woken up really early that Monday morning, all set to get back to campus and attend class. It would be a one-hour journey involving a taxi-ride to Kelana Jaya LRT station, then I would have to take the LRT to Terminal Putra, and finally, a taxi to campus. I know, I know, buses are a lot cheaper than taxis (and are a lot less likely to reek of Body Odour, too), but the schedule was unpredictable, and I had more money than time to spare.

So there I was, right on time at the LRT station, ready to board the first train. But thanks to the fact that one of the LRT tracks had closed down, I had had to wait fifteen minutes for a train to arrive, despite the sign board perpetually saying that a train would be arriving in 3 minutes 19 seconds. 3 minutes, my arse. I got through, what, 3 or 4 Coldplay songs on my MP3 Player before the train did arrive? Bang goes all my carefully prepared time calculations! I was all, dammit, I woke up early for nothing! And fifteen minutes later, when I got into the LRT, it was sardine-packed and I couldn’t get to sit down and get some shut-eye, like I had planned the night before. Sardine-packed, EVEN THOUGH Kelana Jaya is the first station!

But anyway, not to worry, to those who are concerned that I will get barred from exams! Even though I skipped that class, a classmate told me that it was cancelled anyway. Man, I’m lucky.

But sheesh, I really hate the LRT! The last time it failed on me was last month, when, at every single station, it would just wait there for 10 freaking minutes before moving on. People, there are 21 stations between Kelana Jaya to Terminal Putra, and the train. Stopped. At. Each. One. For. Ten. Minutes. And what was worse was that I had to stand throughout the two-hour journey, wedged uncomfortably between other many people of all shapes, sizes and odours. After the train gradually emptied and I finally did get a seat (I think it was by the 17th station or so), I only got to savour the relief for five minutes. Why? Because, at the next station, an officer demanded we all empty the train, and go on the next one. The next one was (surprise, surprise!) jam-packed, and I found myself standing up again. Sheer torture.

I was so obviously absolutely not going to make it to my first class that day, which was Mass Comm at 11.30, so you can imagine how relieved I was when Atikah called me up to say it was cancelled. Wee hee!

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Other Unrelated Matters:

Today was unexpectedly depressing – though I should have anticipated it, based on the heavy rain this morning and the shit I’ve put myself into these past few weeks. I know I have no one to blame but myself for being in the situation, but that doesn’t make the consequences easier to bear. Even shed a few tears or so in my room, though thankfully none of my roommates noticed because I was on my top bunk bed. I was ready to just skip my Political Science class (the only class I have never EVER skipped because I love it so – I think I shall major in this course instead of Mass Comm), cancel dinner with Naz, and mope under the covers.

But instead I climbed down my bed, reapplied my compact powder, and left the room for class. Because you know what? If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that when you are depressed, you’ve got to keep busy. That way, you can keep your mind off the things that’s bringing you down, and actually do something productive. Way better than sleeping for 4 hours, and then waking up feeling crappier than before because you just skipped class and have nothing to do but think about how much you want to kill yourself.

And, gosh darnit, I have a lot of things to keep myself busy with! Tomorrow night, I will be the MC for the opening ceremony of Convest, and I have rehearsals tonight at 10.30. It’s a huge honour of course to have been chosen, especially as I’m merely a first year, first semester student here in IIUM! It’s all thanks to Usamah for picking me – he and I have worked on a lot of projects during our time in Nilai under FSCC, so when the committee were looking for an MC, he immediately volunteered my name.

And then there’s assignments to complete, mid-term exams next week. Argh, I’ve got a lot of studying to do! Especially Mass Comm, which is dull beyond imagination. But I’ll still keep blogging, because writing posts, reading your comments, and checking out the blog traffic will probably be the only thing that shall keep me sane right now ;-)

Lots of love!