When I first enter UM, I was surprised. I had long heard about the premier university of Malaysia but I never expected it to be so huge. The map has done injustice to the size of UM (or maybe I am just not talented in geography). From what written in the letter, I was to report to my resident college, Fifth Residential College.
To reach 5th, we had to drive past 12th College. Wow….. What a tall building. UM’s hostel looks great. I guess 12th had raised my expectation. If not for the PM’s, I am sure to miss the gate of Fifth 5th (maybe I am looking at another building similar to 12th). My first thought, how on earth a road can make such a differences? Though disappointed, I just shrugged it off. (5th will be great if 12th wasn’t close by)
I went to DM to settle my registration and I am give room B413. The fourth floor. Oh my goodness. My brother had a great laugh. He even say I got the ‘luckiest’ room number. (Number four is bad for the Chinese and number 13 isn’t a favorable number either) Despite that, my room looks great. It’s large enough with basic facility to ensure comfort. It’s a two person in a room. I wonder why some of the freshie get a three person in a room. But I am too tired to dwell on that thought. Cleaning up wasn’t as easy as it seems. The dust was an inch thick. The hardest part was hauling my stuff to my room. I shouldn’t have brought so much stuff. Halfway of my cleaning, my roommate came in. She is Malay and she had been a good sport.
All freshie had to gather at 5 pm at Dataran Kolej and parents had to leave the ground. Everyone bid farewell to their parents and started to look forward to the first day of orientation. Some social butterflies are going around to get know of new friends but I hide at a corner to grab some sleep (Hey, I only manage to get 3 hours sleep beforehand).
Half asleep, I barely hear the introduction that the senior made. Suddenly, I was woken up by a loud noise. The seniors are demonstrating cheers. What a shock, I thought how on earth does an earthquake occurs in Malaysia (a bit of exaggeration).
I could only briefly remember that we got our freshie goodies bag containing 2 shirts and a bag. For the rest of the day, my memory had failed me. I was in zombie-like mode. Pardon me (especially those PM’s)
To reach 5th, we had to drive past 12th College. Wow….. What a tall building. UM’s hostel looks great. I guess 12th had raised my expectation. If not for the PM’s, I am sure to miss the gate of Fifth 5th (maybe I am looking at another building similar to 12th). My first thought, how on earth a road can make such a differences? Though disappointed, I just shrugged it off. (5th will be great if 12th wasn’t close by)
I went to DM to settle my registration and I am give room B413. The fourth floor. Oh my goodness. My brother had a great laugh. He even say I got the ‘luckiest’ room number. (Number four is bad for the Chinese and number 13 isn’t a favorable number either) Despite that, my room looks great. It’s large enough with basic facility to ensure comfort. It’s a two person in a room. I wonder why some of the freshie get a three person in a room. But I am too tired to dwell on that thought. Cleaning up wasn’t as easy as it seems. The dust was an inch thick. The hardest part was hauling my stuff to my room. I shouldn’t have brought so much stuff. Halfway of my cleaning, my roommate came in. She is Malay and she had been a good sport.
All freshie had to gather at 5 pm at Dataran Kolej and parents had to leave the ground. Everyone bid farewell to their parents and started to look forward to the first day of orientation. Some social butterflies are going around to get know of new friends but I hide at a corner to grab some sleep (Hey, I only manage to get 3 hours sleep beforehand).
Half asleep, I barely hear the introduction that the senior made. Suddenly, I was woken up by a loud noise. The seniors are demonstrating cheers. What a shock, I thought how on earth does an earthquake occurs in Malaysia (a bit of exaggeration).
I could only briefly remember that we got our freshie goodies bag containing 2 shirts and a bag. For the rest of the day, my memory had failed me. I was in zombie-like mode. Pardon me (especially those PM’s)
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