Kerajinan yang tiba-tiba dan lecturer yang menginspirasikan

Yes, I've decided to try to be a little more diligent with this blogging thing because I know that I've just been too lazy to type out whatever I have on my mind. What more, it seems that I have gone back to my old ways of being private.

Privacy aside I realise I tend to forget what about that I would have really wanted to blog about in the day. This happens so very often. Even now. It is happening.

I might need a moment to try to recall what was it that I so semangat berkobar-kobar wanted to rant about.

There's this quote I remember from Mr Gerald Green public speaking workshop that I attended two months back that goes something like that: Ideas are like slippery fish. If you don't spear them by the end of a pencil, they swim away.

Mr Green suggested we have an ever-ready notebook with us at any hour of the day to jot down whatever ideas that dawn upon us in times unpredictable. He told us of how some people even wake up int he middle of the night to jot down ideas in the notebook. So how? My ideas are usually very abundant when I'm showering. Cham la, notebook get wet.

I'd better take his advice nevertheless. Will save a few ringgit to afford something neat from Creative Products.

Right. So what was I at before talking about my renewed efforts to fight forgetfulness?

Oh, it must be about this superb class I'm having now in this semester that has an ultra fantastic lecturer giving us out of the ordinary lectures! No, I'm not being too dramatic here. I really do think that highly of Dr Carmen Nge's classes. We're taking Critical Reading and Thinking with her and yes, if anyone could, she could make me want to go into the education line.

It takes only one first lecture with her and I dare say the whole of EL Y1S2 is definitely in love with this subject. My first thoughts were how the class seemed like a lesson in comedy and that's good. There's no falling asleep to what lullaby lecture with Dr Carmen (With the exceptional exception of Kung. His head was rolling here and there last Monday. Though I'd have to say the classroom was like a sauna).

As if being a delightful lecturer is not enough, I recently found out (via the tip-off from Pei Ling) that she writes for Off The Edge and had taught in foreign lands before UTAR.

The way she carries our lessons, guiding us on how to prod our young minds and bringing up issues that matter in our society. I have an impression of her as a person who has a thirst for life and change for the better that radiates and imbues motivation. And all this with the unmistakable humbleness: I noticed she didn't introduced herself as Dr Carmen but only Carmen.

Personally, I find it surprising that she remembers my actual name, Ying Xiang. For the first time, I'm voluntarily called that in uni, by an educator. If you know me well enough, I tend to introduce myself as Elizabeth rather than Ying Xiang because it sometimes takes a great deal for people to get my Chinese name right. What with the "Ying Xing, Xing Xiang, Xiang Ying etc" variations that have plagued my childhood, I know better. (Though I still love the name my dad gave me.)

So till I'm full of words and thoughts to be spilled here again. That is, if I remember to get the notebook to remind myself of the words and thoughts.

But I'll remember Dr Carmen for sure la.

B-a-c-k

And suddenly she has the urge to revive her lackadaisical virtual journal.

Cos she has suddenly the inspiration to blog about certain things.

About uni, ideas, pals, lecturers and ambition.

And she will do so later on because it's almost lunchtime now and she has to go to uni already.

Gosh, how she misses writing. Time to pick up the virtual pen and let her old pal know she still cares about it.

She is me and she's signing off.

Till then, my handful of audience.