Sell M*cDon*lds

I was having this conversation about what to do when I finally go home,
when I remembered some interesting characters I met in University.
This is a boring post to record whatever memories I have of them.

AT was a philosophy masters student. I'm not sure if I was in my 2nd or 3rd year.
I can only remember that we were taking the same elective module.
It was a lecture/tutorial kind of class, so it was big. Maybe around 25 students.
I remember it was cramp and we used to sit right in front of the professor.

He was the only one I talked to, most probably because he sat beside me.
I can't remember most of what we talked about (I'm really sorry, I forget EVERYTHING),
probably philosophy. duh
But I remember finding AT very interesting.
I also met a few of his friends, one of which was doing a double degree in Physics and .... Philosophy...?
I can't remember his face (nor his name) as it was covered with beard....
He worked part time at the science center and was in charge doing fun experiements with kids.
I wonder what were the reactions... I would be a terrified 8 year old if I saw him....

Back to AT.
I vividly remember him saying he was going to sell M.*D....* after graduation.
Or maybe sell Gi...d..o., since there is really nothing he can do with his masters degree.
We laughed over it.
I realised yesterday that we probably even looked alike because we were always in an over-sized T-shirt, bermudas and running shoes.
Complete with backpack, thick files, glasses and ruffled hair for that nerdy look.
And, we have a Gi...d..o shirt on for the rooms were too cold.

I wonder what is he doing now. Selling M or G? Haha

ZZC was my senior way back in secondary school.
We were in the Chinese Orchestra. We never talked much as we always practised in different rooms, playing different instruments.
I met him again in university. This time I remember I was in my 2nd year, mugging for my philosophy logic exams. (No, I did not major in that though I wanted to initially)

I have the habit of studying in school since I never touch my books at home. So we ended up mugging together with some of his friends during my university days.
By now everyone should know that I am a lone ranger.
I was getting very frustrated with logic and ZZC told me," You know, your results will not matter 10 years down the road." or something to that effect.
I felt enlightened after that.

I remember mugging with ZY for that logic paper as well, we were in the same class for a brief period in Jc and met again in university. She was a better mathematician than me, so I guess she didn't have too much trouble.
Then again, maybe not. Oh no. Flashback. We were practising solving the questions and had to go for more classes in attempt to understand the solutions.
More flashbacks. In year 1, we went for consultation with a philosophy professor and had a fit when we saw him prop up his feet on the table and having a ciggie. Haha. We nearly died from trying to suppress our laughter during the consultation.

Then there is this guy majoring in Chinese, I can't remember his name. (again) I can't remember how I met him either. Must be ZZC's friend. He is now a teacher and I think I saw his face on the ministry's website.... And another 1 or 2 nameless fellows. The few of us were broke and during weekends, the canteen would be closed. So we used to bring a loaf of bread and have that the whole day during muggling sessions.
I think I met some of them when I helped out at an orientation camp for ... Buddhists!
Stop laughing. I may not be a very religious person, I am very kind hearted, ok?
Again, I can't remember why I was a helper when I wasn't even a member....
The president looked like Buddha himself though... Hahahahaa
Ok, now I remember, I was asked to help out by my senior from my department. I met her in class when I was in year 1 because I took modules which were not meat for me yet.

I used to do a lot of silly things, now that I recall.

There's probably more of them but I think that's enough for today.
Though we were just acqaintances, they have left a deep enough impression for a place here.
We never exchanged contacts, so we never knew who was coming or where we will be mugging.
We were just there, at the right time, at the right place.

So what to do when I go back? Sell M?