Labour Day.[Don't gasp. I read the book already. I'm just re-reading it now.] I was supposed to do and finish this post yesterday, but didn't get the chance to upload all the photos. Today's the 2nd of May, but I'm keeping the original date of the post just so I can crack this joke: Have you given birth yet? Are you giving birth? No? Why not? It's Labour Day. It's hilarious right? Right? Right? I'll just assume everyone loves me for that joke. Okay, moving on... Yes, yesterday was the first day of May, which means the beginning of a new month, which means I'm getting my renewed monthly 100MB upload limit which I maxed out last month, which ultimately means I can finally post up the Petronas pictures. Be aware that what you see might not be true, for some pictures are highly photoshopped. Don't worry, it's just that couple of pictures; not all of them are highly photoshopped. That'd be mad, or Xiaxue, which more or less means the same thing (I'm just saying), and I don't have the time and patience to do that, as in to highly photoshop the pictures, not to be mad. Sheesh. Oh, before I start, I have just a tiny bit to add about the camp. I said that the food wasn't my favourite thing in the world, but to come to think about it, I think there was one food which I liked: the chicken. I don't know what's with me and well-cooked chicken, but that's not the point here. The point is, for the two days there, chicken was served for every main meal, and for each meal, the chicken was just so fine. It wasn't tender, and I don't like tender chicken, so that's fine by me; the meat was just firm and the right level of toughness--just the way I want it. But, however good the chicken was, on the last day, for the final lunch, I didn't enjoy it at all. That's because, cutlery wasn't given! During that meal time, knowing that the lunch would be the last meal of the camp and I would be able to go home soon, I was finally having some appetite, thus I grabbed quite an amount of food, only to notice, there weren't any cutleries at all! Even the napkins were missing. I looked around, and I saw that the Chinese guys were eating with their hands just like the Malay and Indian guys. I was getting exasperated watching what was happening, so much so that I randomly, rhetorically asked, 'Why are there no cutleries? Why? Why?!' One of the Chinese guys, one who look like Brian Chow, only taller, which makes him look like a Korean, just answered me, 'Just eat with your hand. We don't have a choice.' Having heard that, my heart sank. All the impression of high-classness that the school gave me during the camp was rapidly fading away. I should've thought better; M's can never be classy, I told myself. 'I'm going to slap someone if they brought out the cutleries after I finished my meal,' I warned to Mr. Korean Brian Chow. I ate using my hand, but miraculously, just using two fingers. All the sauces and oil sank into my nails, and I totally hated it. I needed a napkin to clean up, but there just wasn't any. I don't believe this, I thought, craning my neck and looking here and there and everywhere, to see if the napkins were put somewhere that no one noticed, or if there was someone I could ask about the problem. And then I saw it: the caterer's van. I could see reflected pink colour on the windscreen. Ah hah! There it was! And at that moment, someone arrived. He was facing the same problem: he wanted cutleries. And so I victimised him--I asked to check the van, or ask the chattering caterers. 'I think there are cutleries and napkins on the van and they forgot to take them out,' I said. He went to have a look--and it was true! The mindless caterers didn't take out the cutleries! They thought everybody could and wanted to eat like them. Of course, after the guy took a look at the van, they took out the cutleries and napkins to lay on the table. Ugh. I really felt like slapping the caterers, but I didn't, of course. That would only dirty my hand further, and the more important thing at that moment was to take a napkin and clean up the sauces in my nails anyway. It was my last meal for the camp, and they had to ruin it by causing drama. Ugh. Anyway, brace yourself for high quality pictures. Or not. 
This is the building that got me jaw-dropping. It is really huge, and I don't think this photo justify its enormity. 
This is the academic building next to the Chansellor Complex. It's directed connected to the Chansellor Complex, where the library is located. It is, as well, huge and chic. (There is actually an unintentionally captured tree branch hanging from the top, blocking part of the sky in original picture, but I think it ruins the perfect sky; thus photoshopped it away.) 
This is the stage of the Chansellor Hall. It is also gi-normous. 
I love the design of the ceiling. I also love that the spotlights and projectors are hung from zig-zag metal pieces. 
This is the night view of the--yes--mosque  . There's a man-made lake in front, therefore the reflection. 
This is taken right after the mosque photo. It's the road beside the dorm. This picture, again, doesn't justify the beauty of the view I saw. It reminds me of the Beatles' song, The Long And Winding Road. Here comes the degrading photos of the dorm. (I purposely did not alter anything from these photos to make them look bad compared to the other photos; just to further low-classify the dorm room.) 
The hideous hospital-esque curtain. 
The annoying partition, as much as it gave me privacy. My side was on the right, btw, with the red hot luggage. 
The grey and dull set: the cupboard, the towel-hanger, on which is my fab towel, and the door. 
The old-looking bunk with a filthy matress and pillow that do not bring any comfort, covered in the bed spread and pillow case that I brought. I brought the green blanket too; it's fab. The black bag's mine as well. And oh, do you see those tiny pink and yellow circular adornment thing that are on the cupboard and the wall? Those are actually   these totally cute but incongruous hangers! Oh, yes, one more thing:  Optical illusion in the exam hall. The clock really looks like it's floating mid-air right? When I was in the exam hall, I thought it was flying as well--until I moved my head from side to side. There was actually a very thin black pole thing on which the clock was being hung. The pole totally blended into one of the dark trough folds of the stage's curtain. And actually, in the original picture, there's an invigilator at the left bottom corner, but he's such an eyesore in the picture that I did him away. 
See? This is the miracle of Photoshop. The end of views. Here comes the people. 
He is practically the second Tan Lee Kiong. I'm telling you now, the way he moves, and the little actions he does, are exactly like Tan Lee Kiong! It's so freaky. I first caught him when he was walking in front of me during the campus tour. For one moment, I actually thought he was Tan Lee Kiong. And the fact that he was bald and he was carrying a big crumpled plastic bag with who-knows-what inside just made him even more similar. 
I have to say, this picture does not do any good to my look at all. But the guy beside me just reminds me of David Archuleta and Deenakaran. He looks nothing like them (okay, maybe a little like Deena), but the way he speaks, the way he moves his hands while he speaks, and even the tone of his voice, are just like a combination of those two.'If I get to study here, it'd be so cool!' The way he said that line is just exactly like how Deena and David would say it. Yes there are only two photos of people. I wanted to take more, but when it was time to go back, everyone was just rushing to pack up and soon, so many people were gone before I could even say goodbye. I missed the Korean Brian Chow, and I didn't even manage to get the contacts of a guy from Sabah who now lives at Klang Jaya. Oh well. At least I gave a lot of people my contacts. Hope they ring me up soon. | 
You are correct! That is my car pooping on the other car! It's name is C. Honda.