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The Medusa

Friday, 2 March 2012 23:23

Disclaimer: Large annoying capital letters ahead. I'm feeling very giddy and excited as I'm writing this, so please bear with me.


Classes only started this week, and so far it has been pretty good!

My first class was Journalism, which I took because I've always been interested in Journalism. In fact, I've been postponing Journalism for a couple of semesters because I'm not all that prepared in communicating with others. If you've read my past blog posts, you would have known by now that I'm not a natural conversationalist. Of course, as an elective unit, I would want to score a High Distinction or a Distinction rather than just a mere Credit.

After promoting lotions that I don't really use to customers as a promoter, making events more lively with light conversations as an usherette, and braving myself catwalking across the stage; I thought I have what it takes to be a big time scorer in Journalism.

I was wrong.

12 o'clock noon on Monday, my Journalism lecturer came in and started the lecture with a short video of a little girl in China who got hit and run by a truck, got rolled over by another vehicle, and a few pedestrians just walked past her without offering any help as she was struggling in pain, as if she was never there. It was a gruesome introduction to say the least.
Then the lecturer continued on with the lecture slides and he started talking about Jeremy Lin. And the class started offering their opinions about him, and all that was running in my head was.. WHO DAFUQ IS THAT?
Next, he started talking about Malaysian politics and some gathering thing going on Kuantan that I didn't know anything about (and probably don't want to give a damn), and after a few minutes later, I got lost in my trail of doubtful thoughts....


I left the class feeling like a total idiot.

That same evening I bumped into one of my collegemates, and she told me that she took Journalism a few semesters back and she explained that she had to interview politicians as part of the assessment. Which is totally not what I signed up for.

There's a thin line between journalism and authorship. I prefer detailed factual analysis rather than an opinionated theory based on a course of events. At least I tried! If I never joined the class, I wouldn't have known the ugly truth of Journalism. It's more political than anything else.
When there is doubt, leave. So that was what I did. I doubted that journalism is my area of expertise, so I dropped the subject and took Media Studies for a change. Frankly it was a great choice! The lecture was interesting, the tutor was a sport, and the class was lively. At least now I can wind down after cramming hours going through science journals.

Since I took Communication Studies during my first semester in Monash, now with both Media Studies and Communication Studies, I can now take Authorship and Writing next semester because the two subjects are prerequisites. I think that suits me better anyway.
OK WHY AM I RAMBLING.

On top of that, I had lunch alone at the cafeteria for the very first time in Monash.This may sound immature and sad, but I thought I should write that down because one of my biggest fears in life is to eat alone. It's terrible, eating alone makes me feel so.... lonely. It's like a reality check that I'm a lonely girl with nobody to eat with. BUT because I love my body now more than what other people perceive me as, I just walked up to the cafeteria, ordered chicken rice and ate it all by myself shamelessly. It's not that bad actually! I'm just a pretty girl who's eating chicken rice alone. It's kinda hot you know. If I were a guy I would think it's hot for a pretty girl in a blue dress eating alone. OKAYYY now I'm just trying to convince myself that it's completely normal to eat alone.


Even one of the trainers in gym a couple of weeks ago approached me and asked me, "Don't you get bored going to gym alone?" My reply was, "I'm a loner. I do things alone."
No hesitation, just pure honesty.

I have a couple of good girl friends I can trust, a loving boyfriend and a beautiful family. I think that's just enough for me to get by.
Being in touch with my individuality is one of my biggest achievements and I am very proud of it. If you can't accept yourself, who will?


All in all, this week has been pretty good to me. It IS after all the first week of classes, so I'll just have to standby before I start complaining how horrible my weeks turn out in the future.


P.S.: I GOT THROUGH THE HAIR PRODUCT SHOOT AUDITION. I AM ACTUALLY SELECTED FOR MY HAIR. I AM VERY HAPPY AND CONFUSED AT THE SAME TIME. MY HAIR? THE MEDUSA? LIKE SERIOUSLY?!