The Umpteenth Journal Attempt

Oh yeah, I might as well mention why I went to campus yesterday: it was for a presentation simulation, a warm-up for Tuesday. Truth be told, I absolutely loathe presentations. It's hard to explain, but for some reason I find them about as appealing as a second, anaesthesia-free circumcision. But it's a necessary evil if I want to graduate, and so I'll just have to prepare and hope that I won't end up screaming like my first anaesthesia-free circumcision.

After that, went to a farewell party for several assistant lecturers who're about to leave overseas on scholarships. One of them is about to take her doctorate...and she's only two years older than me, and I haven't even graduated my bachelor's degree! Oh, the inadequacy...

Then it was on to Cilandak Town Square, for a couple of things. One was a meet-up with Citra, who had info regarding a potential scholarship opportunity (ooh, planning ahead!), in addition to something she felt the need to talk about in person, namely how she finds me amazingly wonderful. (In case it wasn't blatantly obvious, I'm kidding.) The second was this acoustic thing at the Barca cafe, featuring several bands, two of which involved people I'm acquainted with. One was Simple, a Pearl Jam cover band with my neighbour and college pal Willie on guitar, and the other was The Seltaeb, featuring Ridzky (late of Tiket) on vocals and his brother Shanda (ex-Wong Pitoe) on bass, who played everything from The Police to Counting Crows and the band from whom they got their name (hint: read it backwards). Entertaining stuff. Plus there was Tor and C'mon Lennon too, and though I would've been content to watch on my own, fortunately Citra to keep me company and laugh (polite or otherwise) at my commentary (witty or otherwise). Company is good.