I have successfully infiltrated the TARCian community posing as a British-Chinese. My cover story: My dad is an ambassador from Britain to Malaysia and got married to a Malaysian Chinese. They ate it up and asked for more. Sustaining a Cockney accent for 5 hours straight isn't easy; I'll have to practice some more.
Unfortunately, my cover was almost blown when I realized that an ex-classmate from MBSSKL had followed me to TARC. He's also in Accounting but I took steps to ensure his silence. Dead men tell no tales.
So far, nothing interesting to report, but I'm sure that those people speaking on stage are part of the Global Boredom Conspiracy Plan to murder all students slowly but surely through boredom. They nearly killed me today, but with expert use of my Samsung Galaxy Anti-Boredom Device, I managed to pull through it.
Within days, I plan to hook up with some of the more enlightened students to commence my mission, id est, to establish the TARCian Front Against Boredom (TARC FAB).
Wish me luck, folks.
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