foundation 4th cohort's farewell lunch

All the pictures below are courtesy of Chen Mei Hsuan
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We had a traditional farewell dinner sponsored by our college last Tuesday, after our final listening test.


Me, Mei Hsuan and Joanne in class


Our favourite unisex tandas!


Li May and Brandon


The shy ones Siew Ling and Sarah

Then we went on to the class beside the lecture hall for our farewell Foundation lunch with our lecturers.






Pik Kei, Didi, Hanisa and Johan


Su Min, Kaley, Elle, Hui Shi and Shanthi


Ms Adeline, Xin Yi, Jo Ee, Ivy and Natalie


Miss T, Indah, Alda, Pik Kei and Didi


Most of us anyway

I miss them already!

For a proper individual picture of all my classmates and an accompanying one-liner, click bryanlyt's blog here.

i still hate the word random

The final days of foundation -


Spot the Mickey!


Siew Ling thinks the cupcake is heaven


Sarah is shy (as usual!)


Korean cookies


The bunch of snacks at Sarah's place

- More pictures and stories to come!

Who says only foreign artists are good? Listen to this by a Malaysian band, Estrella. I was admittedly shocked at first to find out that they're Malaysian, but there we are. Malaysia Boleh! Their myspace link is this - http://www.myspace.com/estrellaband



I'm finally back at Sg Long for good. Three and a half months to relax and enjoy. Buddies, where are you?!

cockroachimania

What a funny day.

I was in the freezing Multi Purpose Hall in the middle of my Statistics exam. All was quiet but heavy tension filled the air. Everyone was stressing over their Economics or Statistics paper. I myself was struggling with trying to remember what a particular formula was for when I suddenly looked down and saw a cockroach beside my chair.

Luckily I'm not the type to scream or shriek or do something equally embarrassing. I just stared at the thing, willing it to disappear, convinced that it was a trick of my very stressed mind that conjured up that thing. It did not, and just inched nearer to my phone which I had placed on the ground. It came nearer and nearer and I contemplated just leaving my phone on the ground. Hopefully it won't touch my phone?

But it was about a palm length away when I realised I could not risk letting it ever touching my precious phone, so I bravely picked my up phone and put it on safe higher ground. The cockroach ignored my hand, waved its antennas and just went on scurrying (slowly) firstly to under my chair, then under my desk.

My legs were crossed to the extreme left of the table, trying hard to avoid that disgusting thing. Cockroaches aren't the things I fear most but it's something that I think should remain in jungles among their kind, never to appear among us the precious human beings. The thing slowly moved towards the left, then stopping to catch its breath, (or to try to scare the hell outta me, I do not know) and then moving a couple of inches again. I stared at that thing, thinking something that Sarah always says, "Thank God cockroaches cannot fly!"

Seriously, if the thing chooses to hibernate under my desk for the rest of the exam, I would spend the whole time just looking at it, making sure it does not touch me.

But luckily the cockroach must have decided that it does not enjoy making fun of me because it could not make me shriek or do anything to embarrass myself, so it decided to go on to the next victim. I heaved a sigh of relief, then immediately laughed silent giggles thinking of how other people might react to it.

Unfortunately my neighbours did not notice it cross their paths and soon I lost vision of the thing. I checked under my desk to see that it has not returned, then went back to inventing new statistical formulas.

Half an hour later, there was a small commotion near the middle of the hall just a few tables to my left. I couldn't see what was it about but I could guess.

But it all ended when Miss T stepped on it, killing it.

Or at least we thought she did. Because about ten minutes later, the girl who was beside the 'dead corpse' stood up and stepped heavily on something, then sat down and went back immediately to her paper like nothing happened. Everyone looked at her, including some lecturers who weren't in the room when the first 'killing' happened.

All while I was trying oh-so-hard not to laugh.

Part Two

Went back to apartment after cf and went to the bathroom for my shower. I spotted something brown and upside-down, but not wearing my glasses I could not really tell. However I suspected it was something and no way I'm going to shower with that thing in the same room as me.

Wearing my glasses I confirmed that it was a cockroach. An upside-down cockroach which looked slightly flattened. A different one from the afternoon, I'd like to think. It was waving it's legs around but looked half dead.

I sighed heavily thinking that someone has certainly sent a cockroach curse on me. But I knew what I had to do. No way I'll wait, wrapped only in my towel, for someone to come home and rescue me from this unpleasant life obstacle. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! Even if it involves getting rid of nasty looking insects by herself. (I don't think a cockroach is an insect, but you know what I mean)

I jumped over the thing, opened the filter thingy in which all the bathwater drains to, then grabbed the shower hose. I turned on the water to full power then jumped over the thing and stood on the door edge. I leaned over and hosed it into the drain. Yeah cheers of relief! Can shower already!

And yes yes I know I'm not supposed to do that or it'll block the drain or something but NO WAY I'm picking it up zomg. Not even if you give me RM1000. Or RM10, 000. But if RM 100, 000 and above then I'll consider heh heh.

Alright the point is, I say that it was a funny day because I don't usually see cockroaches around! The last time I've seen one was god-knows how many years ago. But to see two in one day?

That is just plain lucky.

colourless rainbow

This is how I study.





Cai hong, which means rainbow. Just the word itself printed in pictures without colours show the meaninglessness of it.







And also, it's the song title that I'm currently into.

Foundation will end in three days. Like someone who once said, time flies like a banana. A phase will end and another will come.

new background

This is my laptop's new background. Photoshop is so fun to play with!

i hate the word random

The Second Last week of Foundation.

Tattoo-ed on by Vivien before listening test




A RM2 icing-covered cupcake sold by the culinary students at my college. Was so pretty I didn't want to eat it.



Pretty pastry


In the end I did anyway but I got so grossed out by the sweetness and oilyness of the sugar icing.

my first emo one-liner!

Like the red that stands out, there is still hope.






Wow I can really do emo. I'm impressed.

sneaky peeky!

A very sneaky preview of this video that we're coming up with for Media Appreciation assignment and the Jiwa Baru competition.



I'm Anna! (Well, partly)

i shall...

In a bid to prevent more breakouts, eyebags and (heaven-forbid!) wrinkles, I shall abide by my newfound self-promise which is to sleep by 12am every night.

Sara's hands

Sara sat in the fast moving train, wedged between two men. One, a tall and strong featured Middle Eastern holding hands intimately with his big eyed woman she took to be his wife. They were speaking to each other in a foreign language and looked completely engrossed with each other. On Sara’s left however, was a dark man who smells funny and was jerking awake inconsistently with every sleepy nod of his head. The carriage was full and there were people standing as well, some hugging the poles protectively, some leaning against the wall - but Sara was not with them. Not in mind anyway.

The earphones plugged into her ears, with the volume slightly louder than usual because of the chugging noise of the train, Sara was entirely immersed in studying her hands. Five minutes ago, she received a jolt of surprise and shock to discover that her hands looked different. It looked older, thicker, coarser. The folds at the joints of her fingers looked darker and wrinklier than before.

All sorts of reasons for this came to her mind. Late nights, lack of sleep, rough household chores, lack of proper nutrition. She blamed the late nights mainly for the disappearing act done by her beautiful hands. She thought that she used to have well maintained and pampered hands. Everything was done by others (mainly her mom) and she did not have to raise a finger for anything. The only ‘hard work’ done by her hands were practising the scales on the piano.

A small cut on her right middle finger attracted her immediately. The cut looked new, the clotting fresh and bright red. When she stretched her fingers she could feel a slight pain. ‘When did I get this?’ she wondered. Like all small bruises and cuts that amazingly appear out of nowhere, the little scratch gave her little trouble, unless if she just sits down quietly and concentrates on it, only then can she feel the slight twinge of sting.

Sara turned her hands over and over. She massaged the fingers, one by one. She flipped her palms over and watched the blood rush down; big red patches appear on her palms. She studied the difference between her right and left hands and found that her right hand appeared slightly bigger and wider. Maybe it was because the thumb and forefinger of her right hand nails were cut, and the other nails were quite long, giving the impression of longer fingers.

She then turned the palms upwards and stared at her right hand palm. She traced the life lines and thought dreamily what a fortune teller would predict of her. Not that she believes in it, but like many people she was curious. Would the fortune teller be able to tell her past, her present and or her future? Is her whole life really etched in the palm that her left hand is holding onto now, or is it written in the stars? Or are God’s master plans for her only known to God?

Sara has an unusual life line on her right hand. Unlike most people, hers was a straight line, leading from one end to another. Two lines branched out from the middle and the bottom one branched out once again. Her Grandma used to hold her hands and tell her that this meant that she would do better career-wise than her husband. “This,” said her Grandma “is the hand of a successful woman. But, you will have to choose, whether to get married or to accomplish in your career.” (The term ‘successful wife’ does not exist in Grandma’s dictionary.) Sara was worried, but at the same time, she felt proud and slightly superior for the female race.

Just then, the train announced the reaching of her station. Her quick hands unplugged the earphones and she stuffed her phone into the pocket of her bag. She sat waiting and watching while the train slowly came into a stop and the doors opened with a slight vacuum whoosh. Then she stood up. She strode out, right foot first.