Yesterday, which was 5th of February, was the birthday of Shun Ling! Apparently, we (Ainin, Chia Venn, Fern, Hooi Ying, Jaevon and me) only wished her "happy birthday" and showed no signs of having a celebration for her. On the other hand, all of us were sticking closely with the brainchild which had been designed beforehand by Ainin and Hooi Ying.
Well, the party planning was kept under wraps. Lots of white lies had been told and not forgotten all the funny things happened throughout. For instance, initially, Ainin and Hooi Ying was meant to buy an eyeliner to her. They pretended as if it was Hooi Ying who wanted to buy one and asked Shun Ling to choose for her.(So they went to 1U) Thing turned out to be Shun Ling herself wanted to buy on the spot as well. Neither of them bought eyeliner eventually as they couldn't find the brand they wanted. What's more was Shun Ling wondered if Hooi Ying wanted her to buy her one in Ipoh.
Things went smooth and the big day came at last. Ainin and Hooi Ying bought a jelly cake for Shun Ling. The reason for buying a jelly cake was simply because it contains lower cholesterol level compared to that of the other "ordinary" cakes. With a superbly lame excuse-to buy a bleach for her tainted shirt, in which the actual case was she has already bought one, Ainin successfully cheated Shun Ling out(to the Centrepoint) for about 20 minutes so that we could manage to get things done and hence to achieve our ultimate aim for the whole event-SURPRISE! Swiftly, we divided the jobs and worked out (get the cake placed parallel to the door of our room). When everything was done, we waited for their return with bated breath.
We text messages Ainin in order to get the latest update of their location. When a message telling that she and Shun Ling were within the vicinity of BU6, we switched off the light, lighted up the candles, and locked the door. [Thanks to all my housemates for their tolerance and allowing me to turn off the first floor's light.] Hearing the footsteps of theirs, all of us got ourselves hidden in the room except Hooi Ying who had to stand behind the door to lock the door when Shun Ling tried to open it. [I don't fathom what's the point of doing that, though] She did that for several times as planned until we heard these words came out from Shun Ling's mouth: Open the door now! I knew what you guys are trying to do already. Hooi Ying finally gave in and let the birthday aunty in. [I have to clarify that we are actually practising a culture of calling the girl "aunty" when she reaches the age of 18+1.]
There we sang her birthday song and let the scheme unveiled. I bet she was happy, by reading her facial expression at that very fleeting moment when she opened the door. Well, here came the climax of the day. Shun Ling gave Ming Chai a piece of cake! OK. A little bit of introduction should not be neglected. Ming Chai is our friend, a male friend, who lives next to our house and sponsored us 6 cans of Shandy [God knows what's his intention for sponsoring alcoholic drinks]. Jaevon, our photographer, who happens to be a novice in video recording, recorded the almost complete process of Shun Ling giving Ming Chai the very small piece of jelly cake. It was such a shame that the camera ran out of battery in the end and thus the farewell part between she and he failed to be recorded. Nevertheless, it was still a precious recording.
Meanwhile, it is almost impossible for me to talk about Ainin without a snicker on my face. Actually, a few days before Shun Ling's birthday, she had been to Centrepoint in search of her brand of bleach. However, her attempt came to a halt as the brand wasn't available there and so she bought one at 1U instead. As she deceived Shun Ling out with that reason, she didn't expect that the brand was in store that day. She even asked her to help to look for that particular brand and there Shun Ling found it! In order to protect our top secret, she forked out RM7 odd to purchase that silly bleach.
The night ended with something more interesting during the late hours but it's better to keep it to ourselves, I think. Well, all that I could say is that I do cherish my new circle of friends. I love them all.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Two
You know what, I love blogging because I can backspace words and that was exactly what I did for half an hour before I wrote the first sentence here.
So, basically, we learned some components of literature this week. We discussed on the Key Literary Terms such as critical appreciation, metaphor, personification and blah blah blah...(Everybody knows that. What's the point of typing it here?) On the other hand, almost all Architecture students went for the Wayang Kata(as encouraged by lecturers) so let's give a big applause for our obedience to lecturers!!!
Perhaps you'll wonder why do we deserve such an ovation. First of all, Architecture students finish their(Am I shifting? Mrs Lee would probably say this:shift like mad) classes at 5.30pm and their were told to gather at Central Market LRT at 7.50pm, by hook or by crook. There were so much to do, yet so little time. I and Chia Venn, for instance, eating our catered dinner at bus stop while trying to get a taxi. Well, do imagine a scene in which 2 girls who look as if they have been starving for ages gulping their food at the bus stop, with motorcars traveling to and forth, emitting carbon monoxide,also, dust and dirts...
Next,as known by all and sundry, there's always a room(master bedroom) for improvement in our public transport system. This was another problem for the students to deal with. Even after they caught a taxi, they had to endure the snarl up as it was the peak hour when everybody calls it a day and goes home. After that, they had to squeeze with people in the LRT. As the passengers were packed to brim,it was amazing how they managed to breathe as if the pervasive odd, foul odor was not inhaled or smelled. Last but not least, they reached their destination promptly(some were even earlier) and did not kvetch a word.
Set aside the very challenging intinerary from BU to Central Market, the students had to wade through tuckload of homework at the midnight...Again, I feel like granting all of us The Best College's Students Award...Hehe..
Well, the best thing happened was to have a handshake with the Britain's renowned spoken word artist, Steven Camden a.k.a Polar bear. I won't forget the way he read his poem but I don't remember a single word that he said either. Those words produced by his larynx were like moving at a phenomenally high speed akin to that of light. They entered through my left ear and then disappeared somewhere in the middle before they get to leave via my right ear. One thing for sure was that they were not absorbed by my central nervous system. Anyway, thank to Mr.Derick for leading us to the venue.
It seems like I've been writing on an outing journey instead of a learning log. Actually, I am in daze. How does it have to be as an academic blog? Write stuff related with things we learned in college? Difficulties in learning process?Something formal? Or to blog like personal blogging such as things related with friends(as given in the paper)? Autobiography? [Yeah, now i can differentiate between biography and autobiography.]
Whatever it is, an error-free entry is my target. I'm slogging for it.
So, basically, we learned some components of literature this week. We discussed on the Key Literary Terms such as critical appreciation, metaphor, personification and blah blah blah...(Everybody knows that. What's the point of typing it here?) On the other hand, almost all Architecture students went for the Wayang Kata(as encouraged by lecturers) so let's give a big applause for our obedience to lecturers!!!
Perhaps you'll wonder why do we deserve such an ovation. First of all, Architecture students finish their(Am I shifting? Mrs Lee would probably say this:shift like mad) classes at 5.30pm and their were told to gather at Central Market LRT at 7.50pm, by hook or by crook. There were so much to do, yet so little time. I and Chia Venn, for instance, eating our catered dinner at bus stop while trying to get a taxi. Well, do imagine a scene in which 2 girls who look as if they have been starving for ages gulping their food at the bus stop, with motorcars traveling to and forth, emitting carbon monoxide,also, dust and dirts...
Next,as known by all and sundry, there's always a room(master bedroom) for improvement in our public transport system. This was another problem for the students to deal with. Even after they caught a taxi, they had to endure the snarl up as it was the peak hour when everybody calls it a day and goes home. After that, they had to squeeze with people in the LRT. As the passengers were packed to brim,it was amazing how they managed to breathe as if the pervasive odd, foul odor was not inhaled or smelled. Last but not least, they reached their destination promptly(some were even earlier) and did not kvetch a word.
Set aside the very challenging intinerary from BU to Central Market, the students had to wade through tuckload of homework at the midnight...Again, I feel like granting all of us The Best College's Students Award...Hehe..
Well, the best thing happened was to have a handshake with the Britain's renowned spoken word artist, Steven Camden a.k.a Polar bear. I won't forget the way he read his poem but I don't remember a single word that he said either. Those words produced by his larynx were like moving at a phenomenally high speed akin to that of light. They entered through my left ear and then disappeared somewhere in the middle before they get to leave via my right ear. One thing for sure was that they were not absorbed by my central nervous system. Anyway, thank to Mr.Derick for leading us to the venue.
It seems like I've been writing on an outing journey instead of a learning log. Actually, I am in daze. How does it have to be as an academic blog? Write stuff related with things we learned in college? Difficulties in learning process?Something formal? Or to blog like personal blogging such as things related with friends(as given in the paper)? Autobiography? [Yeah, now i can differentiate between biography and autobiography.]
Whatever it is, an error-free entry is my target. I'm slogging for it.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
One
I've been sitting in front of my laptop for 1 hour, wondering how should I begin my post...
Well, this is the first problem that I have when I write essays. There will be a brainstorm with words and points and eventually my mind will be a complete blank. I can't construct a sentence, a right statement. You'll see me holding my pen and staring at my A4 with no words written on it. Basically, I'll only start writing when my classmates have proceeded to the second or third paragraph. How miserable I am..
Hold on!That's not the doomsday of my life(in learning English). SPEAKING, which didn't figure in my top list of anxieties when I was young(before 18), rocket to top the ranking in merely 6-month-time since I've been here. To put it bluntly, I've developed some kind of undefined phobia to speak in English. I am having problem to verbalize things. Indeed, I fear the impromptu coursework the most. I always tried to escape or to skip this fearful session last year. I am not a demure girl but somehow I happen to be one.
On the other hand, drowsiness is my newly met friend. She sticks with me from day to night even when I am attending classes. Can you imagine how nagging it is when your eyelids are like thousands pound heavy yet you can't close your eyes? No matter how early I sleep, she'll be loyal and coming to me all the time. What's worse is that whenever I study I'll fall asleep. My roommates know that. Well, I'm trying to get rid of her...
In short, those are the problems I have in my studies. I'm still learning anyway. I will work harder. Last but not least, my essays are always
I wish blogging doesn't count.
Well, this is the first problem that I have when I write essays. There will be a brainstorm with words and points and eventually my mind will be a complete blank. I can't construct a sentence, a right statement. You'll see me holding my pen and staring at my A4 with no words written on it. Basically, I'll only start writing when my classmates have proceeded to the second or third paragraph. How miserable I am..
Hold on!That's not the doomsday of my life(in learning English). SPEAKING, which didn't figure in my top list of anxieties when I was young(before 18), rocket to top the ranking in merely 6-month-time since I've been here. To put it bluntly, I've developed some kind of undefined phobia to speak in English. I am having problem to verbalize things. Indeed, I fear the impromptu coursework the most. I always tried to escape or to skip this fearful session last year. I am not a demure girl but somehow I happen to be one.
On the other hand, drowsiness is my newly met friend. She sticks with me from day to night even when I am attending classes. Can you imagine how nagging it is when your eyelids are like thousands pound heavy yet you can't close your eyes? No matter how early I sleep, she'll be loyal and coming to me all the time. What's worse is that whenever I study I'll fall asleep. My roommates know that. Well, I'm trying to get rid of her...
In short, those are the problems I have in my studies. I'm still learning anyway. I will work harder. Last but not least, my essays are always
TOO SHORTfor lecturers.
I wish blogging doesn't count.
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