“Your call is very important to us.”

So I had my first English oral presentation today, and not being very used to public speaking or speaking in front of many people for that matter, got me the jitters.

At least, I was better than what I was last few years ago when stage fright could really get to me and reduce me to a stuttering, nervous piece of wreck. Maturity and an ounce of confidence plus a who-cares-what-others-think equals a fairly alright presentation where I vomit out less than 3 minutes worth of “Borrowed French words in the English language”.

This is typically how my class looks like, although we were never in the same class each day, almost all the classes look the same. (Pic taken by Andy who became one of the two human door-stoppers for a short while.)

Our no-nonsense yet pretty interesting lecturer Ms Tina.

Our classmate Amira was presenting and I must’ve somehow felt inclined to grin widely.

Jo Vie and her guitar, her partner, her object of presentation.

Good ol’ Bryan.

In fact, since last Friday night after swimming I had my ears blocked with chlorinated water that my hearing on my right ear was reduced to a stumping block, making me slightly deaf. So I wasn’t sure nor able to gauge how loud I could speak, so I simply poured out what I thought would be the right volume, but comments from my lecturer and friends told me that I was wrong - Ms Tina said she had to strain to hear me speak, although my presentation was good. :D

No, we weren’t like punished to stand in front of the class, but after the select few of us had finished our presentations for today, our lecturer wanted the rest to pick out who looked the smartest, and commented on how we could improve on our already formal and bloody expensive attire.

I felt the same wave of relief after completing my presentation, even though yeah I was nervous and all. Somehow I managed good eye contact with the audience as well, which was good. Woot.

After finishing our Econs class, we went to Jo Vie’s rented room (of a house) in SS12 for a while to drop off her guitar before we went for lunch.

Quite funky-looking mirrors. She was showing us the scary backyard and roof, where apparently someone warned her before that some random looneys would jump on the roof and flash the occupants.

After lunch, stayed back a bit at the computer lab as Andy wanted to search and print visual aids for his presentation tomorrow. And.. horror of all horrors surfaced when we were told that our exams would commence end of this month, and our stupid Malaysian Studies assignment is due at the same time as the exams as well. =______= UGH.

Also, yesterday’s SundayStar had this particular comic strip in print, which, if you are a Streamyx user and had tried phoning their hotline, will totally identify with it.

Click to enlarge. Everytime I phone Streamyx, after going through the computer-automated routine, and was forced to put on hold, I’ll always get a female voice exclaiming very cheerfully, “Your call is important to us.” Heh.