Euphoria

This is it, I think, as all of us are lined up on the stage, awaiting the moment of decision. Surprisingly, I don't feel as nervous as I always do during a performance. On the contrary, I feel excited, elated even. After two strenuous weeks of travelling to and from college for practice, and finishing very late into the night, it is like everything that happened is now building up into a crescendo in me. My heart is beating very fast, and the thought that this is the end is almost unbearable. Slowly, I take myself back to three weeks ago, when we first found out we were chosen.

Okay I'm too lazy to do such a thing. It's more of a flashback. I remember meeting them for the first time, and having daily practices together, helping each other out with our roles, and getting freaked out by Zikang's sissy-ness, and yeah lot's more.

Zikang, freaking everyone out.

The mannequin group practicing, Jordi was helpoing them out because Terrance was absent.

Yoke Fong and I, two nights before the finals.

Me, posing with Zikang's diva glasses.

It was late that night, and the train was empty, so...I kinda camwhored. Yes, I took lot's of pics, none of which I'll show you.

And now here we are, far from where we were on the first day we met, excited and happy. Now is the time to find out who will win Most Popular. Well, obviously it will be Orange or Terrance. No contest. You see, everyone is cheering their names. Orange got a bouquet from his friends before the show, and Terrance's friends kept chanting his name while he was on stage. Even we on stage are shouting their names. Orange, Orange! Terrance, Terrance!

"And the winner of the Most Popular award goes to..."

Orange, Orange! Terrance, Terrance!

"Mister Sudhan!"

What the hell?! What! Most Popular means you have received the most number of votes. And to win means...Who the ruddy hell voted for me? Oh my god! Okay, stop standing still and go over to the judge and collect the hamper. Now. Move!

Oh my god. Oh shit. This is good. I feel great! I smile and wave to the audience.

Oh my god! Most popular? Most of them voted for me? Wow! I can see it now. I'm going to be an actor on broadway, maybe even in Hollywood! I will be popular, all my movies will sell well, not Oscar-worthy, but well-liked by everyone. I will try to boost my acting skills by playing the part of a gay cowboy in a movie directed by a chinese dude, and win awards for my work, and then I'll somehow die from drug overdose and... Oh shit. Too far, I've gone.

I bring myself back to the prize giving ceremony.

"And the first runner up is..."

Me, me, me.

"Mr Zikang!"

Wow! Awesome! Look at him! He so deserves it! He walks up to the judge and...and...I can't believe it. He's posing. He is posing. And more posing. And...Oh god, get your ass over here you self involved motolok.

He finally comes back to his place and the grand prize winner of Star Idol is finally announced.

"And the winner of Star Idol 2009 is...."

Me, me, me. No way, it can't be. Oh god, who's it going to be?!

"Mr Hui Hsing!"

The whole hall erupts in applause and the din is enough to make anyone think an explosion has gone off. And an explosion it is, as Hui Hsing goes up front to claim his hamper.

Congratulations Hui Hsing!

Bel and I. Bel's the head honcho of the production team. He's a great guy. Thanks alot Bel, for everything.

Juliana, the Devil in our sketch.

Later, after pictures have been taken, and goodbyes are said, I go out with Kesha and Jie Juan, who were awesome enough to come all the way to watch the show. After a late dinner, we walk to Asia Jaya station, where we separate and make our ways home.

On the train back, I can't help but dance to the music on my iPod. Euphoria is the exact word to describe it. What a night.

Tagged by Sze Ye

Rules:

It's harder than it looks!
Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.
Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.
They have to be real. Nothing made up!
If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers.
You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl question.

1. What is your name: Sudhan

2. A four-lettered word: Suck

3. A boy's name: Sean

4. A girl's name: Shirley

5. An occupation: Scientist?

6. A colour: Seafoam green

7. Something you'll wear: Shirt

9. A type of food: Sushi (!)

10. Something in the bathroom: Shit :)

11. A place: Sudhan's bedroom

12. Reason for being late: slept,Over- XD

13. Something you'd shout: SHIT! (Something I said just now, when I left my bag at the auditorium)

14. A movie title: Slumdog Millionaire

15. Something you drink: Sprite

16. A musical group: Scouting for Girls

17. An animal: Snake

18. A street name: Sultan Ismail Street

19. A type of car: Seafoam-green Sedan

20. Title of a song: She's So Lovely

I tag: Everyone who reads this, except Sze Ye of course. So ma fan wanna tag twenty people. *rolls eyes*

Out Again

It's five in the evening and I am walking around Mid Valley, looking for Chilli's. Well, I'm not late; apparently I'm early because everyone else is late.

I arrive at five on the dot, and look around the entrance of the South Court for Adrian, whom I thought would be here by now. I decide to just walk around, instead of waiting around looking like a complete nonentity.

We are supposed to eat at Chilli's so I decide to get a head start on finding it since I've no idea where it is. Not surprisingly, I don't find it. I mean, I walk everywhere on the lower ground floor of Mid Valley and The Gardens, and still don't find it. I later find out that I passed it when entering Mid Valley from The Gardens. Yes, I miss stuff at the corner of my eye at times. Then again, I am pretty good at noticing stuff out of the corner of my eye. What the hell.

Anyway, Adrian arrives forty minutes later, and Sze Ye not long after that. Holy hell. Sze Ye is like...er...well not very different, except that she's less boisterous than before. Well, growing up does that to people I guess. She said I had not changed at all. I'd feel good about it, had it not been for the fact that I was a stupid lil jerk when I was young. Anyway, she doesn't hate me, so that's okay then.

Okay I know I said we were supposed to go to Chilli's, which we do later, but that was supposed to be for like a dessert-and-drinks session. Anyway, we stand outside Sushi Zenmai (!), a Taiwanese restaurant, an Indian restaurant, the food court, and above Italiannies. We take a whole ten minutes deciding where to eat, because Sze Ye has practically eaten at most of the shops at The Gardens except the Food Court (go figure). In the end, we decide on Italiannies.

Have you had lunch with no drinks? Imagine stuffing yourself full of cheese infested food and not being able to gulp it all down with a cooling drink of juice or something. Not that I minded not drinking anything in Italiannies, really. I just haven't done that before.

The best thing was of course sitting at Chilli's and drinking bottomless drinks for only nine bucks! I drank like three litres of juice, and you know, it's actually pretty cheap. Take for example, if you buy a three litre bottle of Coke, it would be like...er...three bucks. No you see, I drank three different drinks so it's like two bucks for each drink if you buy it in a bottle. So that's six bucks. Compare that to what I paid for my bottomless drinks it's actually...er..you know what. Never mind.

So we decide to go for a movie later on, quite on whim actually. We actually planned to hop to San Francisco for a taste of the nachos over there, as if the nachos in Chilli's weren't enough. Yes, restaurant hopping was on a whim as well. Maybe normalcy really isn't our style?

How true that statement is, I can't tell you. We hang out at the supermarket downstairs after that. A supermarket, I ask you. You see, I have to get something for home from the supermarket, it's a last minute thing. So they graciously teman me to Carrefour to buy flour, of all things. But the trip wasn't in vain, because Sze Ye get's a good look at some water bottles and buys some preserved guavas. So yea.






A movie is the last thing on our whim-based agenda. I have no comment on Valkyrie. It was like watching The Other Boleyn Girl, no feeling. Blah.

After the movie Adrian gives me ride home. This was the highlight of the night, as we end up on some highway leading to Pahang or some shit like that. Luckily we spot the exit to the SMART tunnel, and take it the moment it comes up. We were like wtf, wth, and shit like that, totally stoned-like at midnight in Kuala Lumpur.

"What the fuck? Where the hell are we?" he says.

"Yay, we're going to Pahang," he adds as I laugh hysterically.

He drops me off at the LRT station and I manage to ride myself home without fainting. Those drinks were starting to take their toll on me.

Chilli's Grapeade and Apple juices are heaven. <3

Out

"Sorry I'm late," I apologize as I see Kesha coming towards me from Carls Jr. Isn't she supposed to be buying us tickets for Slumdog Millionaire at eleven thirty? It's now, eleven twenty. What the hell?

"Sorry, I was having my breakfast!" she says when I enquire about the so-called problem. I humbly offer to get the tickets, though the thought of a succulent Carls Jr burger in my mouth for breakfast is tempting. Okay, what I will do is, I'll get the tickets, and rush over here and get a burger. In ten minutes. Sure. Plenty of time.

Okay so I don't have much time. Even as the empty queue gives me faster access to the ticket booths, I do not have time to wait for a burger, at Carls Jr no less. I decide to settle for a hotdog at the concession stand. We get our stuff and head in for the movie.

That movie was...so-so. Okay I got bored, but all-in-all, it was nice. Except for the part where they were going to kiss, the ambience was sooo fetching, with beautiful music playing, and the flashbacks, and the looks on their faces... Exciting it was, till the bloody scene was cut.

What is this world (or should I say country) coming too? Astro, censoring words like "shenanigan" and kissing scenes cut from movies. I mean, come on! You can't stop little kids from knowing about kissing, it's a natural instinct. Besides, they'll definitely be beyond kissing by the age of twelve, if you know what I mean. It's just pointless to censor every little action that you think will psychologically affect the mind of a youngster. Trust me, their little feeble minds are uncouth as it is. Die, censorship board, die.

As we walk around Mid Valley, we talk about stuff. Okay so we mainly blab about crap and just laugh ourselves crazy since there is nothing to catch up on. We've been in contact quite often so yes, nothing new.

Lunch at Sushi Zenmai was an illuminating experience though.

"Can I have some ioewhovfnoejnfiohit?" Kesha says. Okay I don't know what she asked. It sounded like a load of that anyway. The waitress is looking at me now. Shit, what do I do? I can't act like I don't know what I'm doing, now can I? I've obviously come in here with the sole purpose of drowning myself in Japanese cuisine, so I should have at least a small understanding of what it is. I'm paying for the damn meal, god damn it.

"Yes, give me that too," I reply with poise. Yes I do sound professional don't I? I later find out that "ioewhovfnoejnfiohit" is actually green tea. Thank goodness it's not eel's blood or anything. I wouldn't put anything past Asian cuisine, to be frank.

Kesha, sipping 'ioewhovfnoejnfiohit'.

Kesha orders and is done with it by the time I look up from the menu. What in the world? Where did she find those dishes? I didn't see any of that in the menu. Okay stay calm. Oh shit, the waitress is looking right at me now, eyebrows raised, inquiring my order.

"Yes, that sounds good. I'll have that too," I smile and reply. "Thank you."

The first thing the waitress puts on the table is a plate of sushi, called Rolled Caterpillar Sushi. I gape at the plate. Those sushis have green stuff on them. Oh. My. God. Are those what I think they are? Are they serious? Are they fucking serious? Cater-...oh they're just avocadoes.


The waitress comes back later and puts a bowl of what looks like Maggi Mee in soup, with a couple of shish kebabs. Isn't this a Japanese restaurant?



I then find out that what's on those sticks. Scallops, squid, chicken, and of all things, eel. I ask you, eel? That brought me back to a bus ride to college where I watched an episode of Ho Chak. That girl bought a deep fried snake-on-a-stick. Bloody hell, she was chewing that cobra's head with much relish, I can tell you that. And, oh God now I'm going to be chewing eel. Why didn't we go to Itallianies, why?!

Thank God for the squid and chicken. The scallops were, ugh. The eels, I don't want to talk about them. But they did taste like fish. Ugh!

Relation

Okay so here I am, at the trian station, on my way to college for training. I wait patiently for the train, even though the heat is bugging me. This is going to be another boring old ride to college.

As the train pulls up into the station, and I get a look at who's sitting inside it, I know that I was wrong. My cousin JJ is sitting at the corner, all wrapped up being herself. Okay, I should say that I'm...er...not excited(?) to meet her. The last time we met, I mean, ALL the times we have met have not been on friendly terms. Well she was friendly, but I...okay I was too. But that was on the outside. Fine, I'll just come right out and say I hate her okay?

Oh no, I think as I enter the train. Please don't look this way, please don't look this way, please d-...

Shit she's seen me. I turn the other way in hopes she won't recognize me. Then I glance back after a few seconds to make sure if she has seen me or not. Damn, she's getting that look on her face. No...no. Shit, I've been made.

I smile in her direction. She smiles back and invites me to sit down next to her. Wow, that was nice of her. No, don't fall for it. Just be composed and try not to make conversation.

"Hey! How are you? Long time no see? What you doing here? Where you goin?" I ask, immediately. So much for trying not to make conversation. I swear sometimes my body and my mind are two mutually exclusive beings.

Well, she certainly does seem friendlier. Yeah, maybe she has changed after all. Well I guess people do change as they grow older, you know. Now maybe I'll have good relationships with my cousins. You see, I've never got along with my cousins that well, mostly because we never see each other often. So sometimes I don't know who they are.

Yes, I really feel a change coming on. This is one of the turning points in my life, the time when I finally am able to forge good rapport with my cousin. And this will expand to my other cousins and extended family members, and then we'll all be one big happy family. I feel closer to them already. And...

"So, Uncle G's birthday was yesterday," she says out of the blue.

What? Who is this person?

"Oh really?" I exclaim, as if I actually know who he is. I rack my brains in efforts to find out.

"Yes, but you know we usually gather for birthdays. Can you believe it, yesterday was Uncle G's birthday, the day before was Uncle S's and tomorrow is N's birthday. And we're not even celebrating, because everyone's so busy with the wedding. Uncle H is getting married," she says.

Who in the world are these people? I really should get out more. Wait, no. I've heard about Uncle H's wedding. Yes yes he's getting married to T whose best friend is my mom's childhood friend.

"And you know who's the busiest in planning the wedding?" she adds.

Yes, I know the answer to this question. Ha-ha. I do know family trivia. The only one who could be soo into a wedding is N's mom.

"Yes, of course I know who it is. It's N's mom!" I reply.

Wait, what was her name again? God, why did I even get on this train?

"Oh yes her name is Aunty P," I say, and she laughs.

I finally reach my stop and get off, relieved that I don't have to answer family trivia anymore.

"See you at the wedding!" JJ says.

Heat

Malaysia's tropical weather is going to be the death of me. The heat is so unbearable. I know that other countries face more extreme heat waves, and I should count my lucky stars our highest temperature recorded is relatively lower than some others. But it's just so bloody hot!

I sat under the sweltering hot sun and fixed wire netting to my gate so that my bitches would not be able to escape through it. Yes, the gate has spaces huge enough for my small sized dogs to squeeze through. From ten in the morning to three in the afternoon, I sat on a stool in my porch tightening wires to hold the netting in place. Okay so maybe I took some time off from eleven to one to watch Juno on TV, and from two to two-thirthy to watch Monster Allergy on TV as well, and and I didn't technically start at ten, ten-forty maybe. That makes it about half an hour, the time I took to fix up the netting. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Er, anyway, that's not the point.

Malaysia is so bloody hot! After my...er...agonizing experience under the hot sun, I had to travel to college for the Star Idol training sessions. In fact I have been traveling to college everyday since last week for training sessions, under the sun no less. I cannot, I repeat, CANNOT understand how people can work or walk under the sun and heat.

As I travel to college, I see people walking like as if the sun is merely the moon in the bright sky. Honestly, I don't see a single drop of sweat breaking out of their skin. How do these people do it? For me, the moment I step in a heated area, I can feel sweat coming out of the pores on my back. It's a very quick process, hence I strive to stay away from heat and especially the sun.

Today I walked from Jalan Yap Kwan Seng to Low Yat Plaza, which, I can tell you, aint nearby. About four kilometres away, if I'm not mistaken. Under the hot, hot, hot sun I walked, through KLCC, pass Pavilion, and along Jalan Bukit Bintang.

I saw people dining outside Dome and Starbucks and other restaurants and coffee shops. Though the area was covered, it was bloody hot! I would never have sat outside and eaten. I would sit safely in the confines of the air-conditioning and enjoy my food, rather than torture myself and sweat through my meal. God, those people are crazy.

Thankfully, by the time I finish with the gate, the weather has changed. It starts raining, and I have to endure it all the way to the LRT station, where I stand, soaked to the soles of my feet. After practice, I have dried off, but not properly, so my clothes carry a smell of wetness. I sit in the LRT just wanting to go home and have a good bath. It was then that I realise the woman sitting next to me has covered her face with her tudung. Funny, I thought. Someone must be stinking. I glance to the person beside her and find out that the person is a middle aged woman, dressed nicely. She couldn't be stinking, now could she? Then I got the whiff of my wetness smell and realised it was me. Lol, the way she is holding up her tudung to cover her face is priceless.

Friday the Thirteenth

I have to admit, my hearing is a tad off. I'm not nearly deaf, but just mistake some stuff I hear sometimes. Take for example the time when my co-worker entered my office.

"My friend, have you seen my porn?"

His what? He's forty odd years old for god's sake! Why is he talking to me about porn! Oh my god, he keeps porn in the office? I knew he was a little askew in the head, but porn in the office! My god, I wonder if the boss knows about this.


"Er, what?" I ask cautiously, in case he's pulling my leg or something. He does that at times.

"My porn back there. You didn't see it?"

Back where? In the next office? There's porn in the next office? No wonder the door to the office is always closed! Wow, he has his own secret stash hidden eh? Hmm what do I say, what do I say? God, I'm only eighteen for god's sake, I cannot be having a conversation with him about porn!

"Er, porn?" I raise my eyebrows a little, making it look as if I don't understand what he's saying. Which is true, to a certain extent.

"You didn't see it? Just in front of the entrance, where the plants are, there are a few fishes in it."

"Oh your POND!" I say loudly. Can't he like, speak clearly so that I can understand him better? Seriously, theres a difference between saying "pond" as "pon" and "ponD". A huge difference.

Experience: Part 2

Yes, so far so good. I have absolutely nothing to do.

I have opened some some websites, to make it look like I am currently up to date with news and current affairs, while actually, what I'm really doing is stoning. One of my co-workers come into my office. Shit, okay all systems go. I open up the window containing those articles. It's at salon.com. The article is about President Barrack Obama. "Obama's winning ugly, but he's winning".

My co-worker smiles at me, and slowly makes his way to my desk. Ugh, doesn't he have some international business dealing to do? He takes a look at my screen, and is surprised to see me reading an article on Obama. Well that'll show them that I am indeed not childish.

"'Obama's winning ugly, but he's winning'," he reads. "Yeah, as long as we can stabilise the economy and come out of a recession, we're happy. Right?"

"Of course," I reply through my teeth. I daren't comment any longer in case he asks me for my opinion on the matter. I know nothing about how to "stabilise the economy and come out of a recession". God, maybe I should read some of those articles.

I can hear them talking about business outside my office. Good, let's keep it that way. Stay away from me, and I can do a good job. It's nearly ten-thirty in the morning. I just have to make it until two, and then I'm home free.

You know what I was told this morning? "From now on, you are going to come to the office to learn...." The operative phrase there was "from now on" and it got me worried. "From now on" ?? I am so not coming here next holiday! Never!

But you know, seeing how smoothly things are going now, I just might decide to come back here. I mean, I was made to think that I will be doing heavy-duty stuff like, oh I dunno, stuff they do at the office. I didn't know I'd get to laze around and do nothing. This is the life. And I'm being paid as well!

Shit, someone's coming! Oh he's just passing the office. Phew! God, I'm too scared to go outside my office, in case they decide to give me work.

Experience

Day one in the office. I arrived at quarter after nine, it took us about half an hour to reach here. Usually my dad leaves home at about nine-thirty, meaning he would reach office at ten. God knows why we left early today. I was hoping we'd leave at nine-thirty. Late to arrive, early to leave. That's my motto. Well, it's my new motto anyways.

Well, at least I have a room all to myself! Yep, I'm sitting on a nice big swiveling chair, with my laptop open in front of me. I decide to make myself something to drink. Just as I get up and think no way am I drinking coffee (I hate coffee), I trip. I immediately gather my bearings and turn into a standing position, like as if nothing happened. How embarrassing.

I open to door to the pantry and look around for something to drink. Hmm, maybe I'll drink some coffee after all. Where's the sugar? The ultimate ingredient to a hot drink. I look around the counter, scanning for anything that looks like sugar. Damn, no sugar. What are these people, diabetics? The closest thing I come to something sweet is a bottle of soap on the sink. Where is the bloody sugar?

Then I notice a small jar next to the water dispenser. Ah, right. I open it. Brown sugar. At least it's something. I look at the shelp above. Hmm, tea or coffee. I'll go for tea. I take a teabag and put it into a mug, place the mug under the water dispenser and pour myself some hot water. Okay, soak up little teabag.

Thirty seconds later I have a cup of tea in my hands. I take a teaspoon of tea and taste it. Blewk! Too bland. Maybe I should have soaked the teabag longer. I throw the bland tea into the sink and make myself another cup, this time using two teabags. God, its only nine-thirthy in the morning and already I've lost these people three teabags.

I sit back at my table and have nothing to do. Why the ruddy hell am I here if I'm not given anything to do? Well this is good. I configure my connection settings for the wireless connection in the office and sit back and drink my tea. You know, I could get used to this.

What could possibly ruin my day now?

Hell

Oh hell. Hell, oh hell, oh hell.

Hell.

Here I am sitting in my room, minding my own business, enjoying the nothingness I am able to mull in during my holiday, when I'm called downstairs.

"Yes?" I say, without preamble.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Well, at 3pm I have my practice session till about 7pm," I reply.

"So you have nothing on in the morning?"

"No," I say, not anticipating the consequence of my "No".

"Okay, so you are coming to the office tomorrow morning. It's time you learnt some work"

"Oh, okay then"

WHAT? NO! Don't bloody take me to the bloody office! I don't want to go!

You know, as a eighteen-year-old, I expect to be able to make my own choices. That is to say, I expect to be given the privilege to decide whether or not I want to work, (and if i do, then where I plan to work), or whether or not I want to lazy around. I do NOT expect to be told not to tutor some kid because I "should be enjoying my holidays" by "working at the office" because then I will "learn something". It is just infuriating.

When I, on the other hand, thought of suggesting I start work next week, am gobsmacked with this news, I have absolutely no intention of working there any longer. After being told to come in to office tomorrow, I tried to explain: "You know, I thought of starting next week, you know it being a new week and all. Besides I still have to clear my notes and stuff from the previous semester."

And what do I get? Silence. Nothing. Nada. How do I reply to that? Well, I don't.

I can't say I haven't expected this anyway. I knew this was coming, but I did not think it would come as soon as the end of the week. Two Weeks Notice, much?

Screw life. Screw destiny. Screw family businesses.

Ride

I'm on the way home from college. Did you know that I ride a bike? Now you do. You know, it's illuminating, all the stuff you see when riding a bike. It is a greater experience then driving a car. Your spatial vision is limited when driving a car, but not for bikes. No sir-ee.

Firstly, roadkill is more obvious. You get to see exactly what part of their anatomy has burst open and all the blood and shit. Once, when I was riding home at night, I saw this cat playing on the street. It was twisting and turning and I thought it was cute. Then I came closer to it, and as i was passing I realised it was actually dying. It was as if the cat was having a fit. It's head was out of proportion and its body was...Well you get the idea. So in total, I've seen dead cats, dead birds, dead dogs, dead rats, dead men...Yes, that was due to a car accident. What an experience, eh? Aint' nothing like it.

Another thing is traffic jams. Boy, does a motorcycle come in handy during a traffic jam. I tell you, looking at the faces of the car drivers in a traffic jam while you squirm you way through the sea of cars is priceless. Okay I've never looked at their faces, but I'm sure they hate me enough already for being able to get through a traffic jam. Ha-ha.

Have you heard of this right-of-way bullshit? You know, when you come to a turning, and the cars on the main road are given allowance to pass through, instead of waiting for us (the shlobs) to tun into our respective roads. That is the right-of-way. I don't buy this bullcrap. Why can't those drivers on the main road give the shlobs way? Why do we have to build up a jam on our minor road and inconvenience the others when the guys on the main road can just give us way for a few minutes and then be on their merry journey?

I shall never find the answer. As I ride on the road, I notice cars do not stop for others, waiting for them to turn into the main road. No, the cars on the main road always go, not being considerate for the cars who want to turn into the main road. If I was driving, I would give others way so that they don't have such a sucky time. Yes, I would do that. It's called karma, what goes around, comes around. I'm sure someone will do the same for me another day.

As I'm on the way home, I notice one lady trying to get onto the freeway. Shit, she's gonna block me if she get's onto the road. I go faster and pass her before she manages to come out. Sorry lady, I..er..have the right-of-way.

Hey, I'm not driving a car yet, am i?

Last exam of the semester

I stare at the clock. Five more minutes. Five painstakingly long minutes.

I am in the exam hall, sitting for the very last paper of this semester, and unable to answer the questions completely. God knows how to establish a good speaker-audience-topic relationship, and strategies for getting your audience's attention. Go nude, that should perk your audience up. It sure as hell will establish good relationship with them.

Oh move to eleven o' clock already. It is bad enough I had to endure these whole two hours scouring my mind of information I thought it retained when I studied. Okay, review:

Section C

Q1

Why do they type question one as Q1 anyway? It should just be 1. Q1 just screams "incompetent".

Q1 (a) Name TWO(2) types of human communication.

Pfft. Easy. Vocal and non-vocal. Er wait. Didn't Section B Q3 state something about "nonverbal"? Er, pass.

Q1 (b) Triangle of meaning. Easy.

Q1 (c) Five levels of communication? What? Oh that should start with Speaker, then Message, Listener, Feedback, Environment, Noise, and something else. Wait, that's seven. Damn. Pass.

Q2 The listening process. Pass

Q3. Oh forget it.