.: Ya Hui :.

I am utterly delighted!

I think I didn’t blog about this, but a few weeks back I inflated my non-existant balls and barged into TARC’s very own Center for Professional Education. In short, a counseling center for those wishing to continue their studies overseas.

However, my experience there was far from what I’ve come to expect. Usually when you mention counselors, some sickeningly pleasant individual who tries to brainwash you persuade you because got commission or to guide you in something comes into mind.

That person ought to be pleasant and friendly and helpful AND should be professional. It is a professional center by name leh, how can not professional?!!!!!!!!!

One of my friend’s in Lowyat forums introduced me to a certain counselor there. There was so many to choose, I didn’t know who to approach. We’re in an overloaded world, eh? Le sigh.

Just when you think a friend’s recommendation ought to be good, boy was it the worst choice I had made.

That retard (no gender to protect privacy of the he/she person) looked at me like a nut case when I announced that I would like to seek counseling for studying PR in New Zealand. Retard kept uttering extremely snide remarks that were way beyong what I expect from an educated person, especially one working in a counseling center.

How can you make your client feel like shit, as a counselor? On a more extreme scale, let’s just say I’m a timid little girl who is easily intimidated. I will feel like shit after a shitty consultation and I might commit suicide it might ruin the timid little girl’s dreams of a possibly great future.

But fortunately, I had the decency to seek help from more deserving people. After consultation from my Program Supervisor and my Head of School for my faculty, they were more than willing to help me in my attempt to be the first ever nut case person to attempt to pursue a Degree in Mass Comm in a New Zealand university.

That’s right, not Australia, not UK, not Canada. Why New Zealand? Duwan tell you, later the place become infested due to too much commercialization, tee hee hee. In fact, if my darling’s college didn’t have a bridging with NZ universities, I wouldn’t have looked into this possibly better, and cheaper alternative, as compared to the ones readily available like the ever famous choice of Malaysians, Australia, at the flick of my daddy’s money.

With this, I give a kudos to my HoS and PS for all the assistance they are ready to give me. So touched leh! Finally there’s people who are reliable to talk and confide in. Thank you two so much!!!!!!!! ^^

On a side note, do you guys really believe in Education Fairs? Never for me. There’s always monetary benefits involved behind all these Fair Fair thingie. Agree? That’s why I never had someone or thing that I can actually put my trust in to guide me, except for my parents. Friends? If only they can give me decent advice, but nope, none so far. Lots of advice for the latest skincare, maybe. Lol. JK JK.

Deep conversations with people who are in high positions of the college also made me discovered some grey areas of the education system of TARC that I have always criticized in a despical manner.

You see, I am forever against the 60% exam, 40% coursework policy set down by TARC all the time. It was due to my dad’s firm belief that this was the ‘right’ way to study that I wound up signing up to enter the college with a heart full of doubt. Yes, I spent first of my few semesters whining, complaining and even more whining about things I’m not satisfied of.

But alas, life’s like this, there are ALWAYS, ALWAYS grey areas that are unknown of, unless you tread upon it unintentionally. Turns out the decision to uphold the 60% is not due to the Faculty being old-fashioned. Nope. Instead, there are heaps of reasons behind it. This, I shall not elaborate further. Not like people care anyways? Hmmph.

I can frankly say that as I’m moving nearer and nearer towards the end of my second year, I’ve started to appreciate lots of things that TARC has to offer. And although I cannot get some of the things that I expect of an institution, I can say that so far it has done a superb job on educating us PR students. The event, the coursework, I believe they are all pretty competitive.

But… Let’s not talk about the exams. The amount of spoon-feeding is not something I’m proud of, but I’m grateful to have it. It’s the 60/40 thing butting in all over again. If only courseworks account for the 60% of our grade. Le sigh le sigh le sigh. Let’s just see the event, we shit bricks just to do it, but what do we get in the end? Just 20% marks in total and a 60% exam to worry about, when we barely have time to breathe. How can lah like that.

To compensate your boredom of reading this entirely rubbish post, I shall terrorize enlighten you with my leng lui picture.

Me and my leng lui mom. Miss her, hope she is enjoying her holiday. And don’t squint at my handbag, it’s not a LV, I’m too high crass for fake LVs. ^^

K lah I’m really too tired to edit that flabby arm. It’s not mine damn you! It’s because of some wide angle lens that my dear borrowed but have not yet mastered, hence the shortening of my long slender legs and a bit of distortion. Tee hee hee.

PS: And I still will forever complain about the abysmal quality of TARC toilets. NO excuse nor any grey areas for that one! LOL.

Related posts:

1. Application to TARC: Done. Along with some rants.
2. Simply Scandalous, from the Chaborkia…
3. TARC, Your priorities are just WRONG.
4. 22nd May and 23rd May. fu-yoh, hectic days spent in TARC.