I have only one thing to say about me being in Kampar: No regrets.
Prior to coming to this rustic town, I had debated inwardly whether heading to Kampar was the right thing to do. One of the issues that resulted me to have reservations was the payment of double rental - Setapak and Kampar. But I know I would regret one day for not being part of the Kampar campus while I had a chance to do so. I made up my mind and I am glad I didn't steer away.
Kampar is an eye-opener in its own right:
I did things I never did back in Setapak campus - singing like a nutcase with WY and Ric in the lab; fooling around in the lab; gossiping fervently in the lab etc.
I see things that I never had while in Setapak - an unbelievably tall and ominously huge Mimosa sp. (visit biotech0507.blogspot.com for the "disturbing pictures"); sceneries that are not found in KL etc.
I met people I thought I would never see again - ex-classmates; ex-schoolmates etc.
I endured the capricious weather which is EXACTLY the same as women's whim/mood - trust me, weather forecast is downright futile in Kampar: you can NEVER, EVER guess the weather here correctly. Even it is goddamned cloudy, it won't rain a droplet. When it is sultry hot as if the sun is just literally on top of your head/hair, rain will pour like the bocor-ed Indah Water truck.
Conclusion: Studying in Kampar is akin to chewing on loads of cili padi while reclining on an Osim chair - painstaking effort in a soothing environment.
Prior to coming to this rustic town, I had debated inwardly whether heading to Kampar was the right thing to do. One of the issues that resulted me to have reservations was the payment of double rental - Setapak and Kampar. But I know I would regret one day for not being part of the Kampar campus while I had a chance to do so. I made up my mind and I am glad I didn't steer away.
Kampar is an eye-opener in its own right:
I did things I never did back in Setapak campus - singing like a nutcase with WY and Ric in the lab; fooling around in the lab; gossiping fervently in the lab etc.
I see things that I never had while in Setapak - an unbelievably tall and ominously huge Mimosa sp. (visit biotech0507.blogspot.com for the "disturbing pictures"); sceneries that are not found in KL etc.
I met people I thought I would never see again - ex-classmates; ex-schoolmates etc.
I endured the capricious weather which is EXACTLY the same as women's whim/mood - trust me, weather forecast is downright futile in Kampar: you can NEVER, EVER guess the weather here correctly. Even it is goddamned cloudy, it won't rain a droplet. When it is sultry hot as if the sun is just literally on top of your head/hair, rain will pour like the bocor-ed Indah Water truck.
Conclusion: Studying in Kampar is akin to chewing on loads of cili padi while reclining on an Osim chair - painstaking effort in a soothing environment.
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