Ini Si Sifu Jahat tengah berblogging. Si Sifu hari ini ada cerita untuk you pembaca semua. Jadi tutup muzik kuat membabi macam setan you yang tengah bermain di si komputer you sekarang agar you dapat menikmati intipati cerita Sifu ini dengan sesyiok yang boleh.
Lol.
Anyways, have I mentioned I am very the gatal? Yes, I have.
A little background info for all ye readers: I am currently starting my degree in Broadcasting at, of all places for a coloured man, UTAR! The place overun with lalas and sihams and fashion disasters of all kinds!!!
See, the impression I got from the word Broadcasting is that there would be a lot of attractive people there. So I can come to college and cuci mata everyday. Sadly, though, that is not so.
There are two major areas in which a Broadcasting graduate can go into. Namely:
- Television
- Radio
And any small kid could tell you that naturally, the people in the television industry would prefer it if you were physically attractive, so to speak.
Therefore, it is with much regret that I announce that 95% of the people in my course are what I dub, Radio People.
Radio People
The leftover 5%, are Tv People. But of that 5%, hardly any speak English as their first language. Meaning it will be very hard for gatal me to get them to garu for me. Sigh.
Tv People
I am gatal. So gatal now. But most of my classmates invoke feelings that are at the complete opposite spectre of gatalness at the moment.
I'd rather be hung by my testicles from a tree and get whacked like a pinata before I get jiggy with any of them.
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