After months and months

After months and months of research, it all came down to Monday night. Monday night where we would tie all the loose knots and hand up our coursework.

And still we suffer through the night.

Being on MSN, I noticed the personal messages and could not help but laugh.

1. Can cryyyy...

2. less than twenty four hours. *eyes* don't poke a hornet's nest, or suffer the consequences.

3. i will prevail

4. just do lit

5. IT'S ALMOST FINISHED OMG!!!

6. Coursework...I command you to die NOW.

So it was my turn.

I'm reading all Lit students' personal messages, and laughing (Boy, we'll get eyebags tomorrow)

Something in the air today. Finally. After months and months of UM visits and late night sleeps. No sleep sometimes. It ends today.

Liberty.

Now back to studying.

Time to Play Again!

Yes! It's time to recall the days where we'd play games! We had an Angsana reunion at the Mage Cafe, a restaurant with the theme of board games, most of which are from abroad so there are some quirky ones you've never encountered before.


The day didn't start well for college for me (which will remain secret as to why), but meeting up with them got the jitters off my back.

And it always starts with the food.

Then comes the games. I can't post up all the games we played but it was f-u-n.

Take what I would call the branch-and-leaf game, which uses the UNO Stacks concept but using a round bottom 'trunk', branches and leaves.

Who came with with these sort of games? It's creative!

But the best would be the Mafia game which involved all of us. That really got us into big fits of laughter.

Some of us quietly slipped out to get a cake to celebrate (and we even ran in the rain!) It was all worth it since it did end great (and ended with food yet again)

I can't load all the pictures here. More can be seen in the class blog .

How relaxing it is to unwind before we tie our brain cells into knots again by next week. I miss the carefree days. Then again, there's always time to play again. It doesn't take children to do that.

Beaming

Yesterday and today. Two great days. In fact, the paper today said that for Cancers, it's a great day to go out for social gatherings.

I'll post them up later, but for now all I have are these.



A card for the buddy who sat beside me in class for two years, soon to be filled by fellow classmate.

The day before the outing I was wondering how to design it. It was just after a mock and I really wanted a rest, but my brain MUST function!

A trip to Campap got me a butterfly theme. (Which reminds me why I love bookstores)



Butterflies that brighten the day, brings in the spring, yet slowly and surely they will flutter away...flutter, flutter...Sigh. It's happening again. They're flying away.



A cake that we bought as a birthday gift to five. I'm proud of myself. My mind was very kind to me, it didn't tempt me or even remind me that the option of sneaking a piece still exist.

No more! No more!!

I'm contented.

Attention Angsanians

Attention ex-Angsanians!

Please check the class blog and let me know if you're coming. And I mean as soon as possible! Not last minute!

PS. I remember the drama produced by Angsana.

PSS. Anyone interested to watch 'Man and Superman'? I'm in the backstage crew and some people you just may know is acting as well.

This was the poster for the audition which Literature students were obliged to attend and which I gave in (almost completely) to my memory (Had it in my mind all day and *poof* gone by the time I entered). Besides, I like being part of the crew. Please help cross your fingers so that I receive the call from the sponsor.

Thanks!

Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?

"You are driving a car and knocked down a chicken. What do you do?"

A penny for your thought?

Our family was left dumbfounded by my brother's Moral Studies exam question . Bringing it to the vet would sound a little more ridiculous than a cat or dog, leaving it to the side would seem as heartless as a hit-and-run, and the more realistic option to prepare a chicken dish isn't going to cut it.

We agreed on finding the owner and paying for the loss of the chicken, but lo and behold, the answer was to launch a police report.

Goodness knows how many chicken-related conversation we had over the past few days and suddenly, just yesterday night, a black chicken (in Malaysia, the Cantonese call it 'kampung gai') appeared in our driveway!

Of course, we had to stop the cats from giving the killer stare and at one point, stop one from attacking.

It gave soft clucks as it strutted around the car and hopped onto the flower pots. Someone suggested catching it for culinary purposes but it is too late to have seen it alive. You'd rather know the drumstick that the chicken, no? We finally coaxed it into going out the gate we opened. What a royal treatment to be invited out instead of being shooed!

So it was sent on its lost little way. As the poor bird walked aimlessly to the middle of the road, I heard myself utter, "Get away from the road, chicken!" It helps, though, that the neighbourhood is quiet at night. Then the Moral question flashed in my mind once again. I told my mum and all she said was "Well, we'll have to call the police then."

I do hope that chicken can find its way home safely, wherever that is. As I returned into the house, I remembered the famous cliched question, "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

My answer? It was trying to get away from the cats, and besides, our house isn't a farm...

Memoirs of a Sweet Tooth: Ice-Cream

Today is the day that the other two pledgers will reach the end of their torturous pledge. Then it will be just me and my cravings.

Today I crave ice-cream. I long for it to melt on the tip og my tongue and slowly flow into my throat. stil cold and all. I long for the Earthquake Deal at Swensons, the many flavours to delightfully try and share.

You know, for some queer reason or the other, ice-cream never tastes the same twice. At times they taste 'happy', at times they taste 'euphoric'. When times are stressful, they taste 'mellow'. When on movie nights they taste 'perky'. When days are hot they taste 'exhilarating'. When tasting new flavours they taste 'adventurous'. In fact there are a whole lot of different tastes which emerge with time.

What weird adjectives to use, aren't they? I have no idea why I said that.

Now another ice-cream advice - do not take when feeling sad. They don't taste as well.

Well, I've just caught up with my lack of sleep. I just realised that there is a lot on my back and still adding up.

I'm halfway there but still...I NEED AN ICE-CREAM!

Ice cream is happiness condensed.

~Jessi Lane Adams

Happy Anniversary Sesame Street!

I grew up on Sesame Street.

There used to be those carefree mornings where I'd wake up just in time to visit the adorable characters.

There used to be me and the C-at, M-at, H-at chants alongside Elmo, random numbers taught by the Count (I always found that funny) and conversations with that two best friends...Bert and Ernie, right? Of course not forgetting Cookie Monster, whose cookies I keep complaining are falling out of his mouth and sometimes wish they were on my plate. AND iconic Big Bird with his never ending questions on anything and everything.

Gosh, my memory is still good, agree?

Now today is their 40th anniversary. Although I have not been frisking about on that street, not been waiting in front of the telly still in pyjamas, or revisiting it all, I'll never forget how part of my childhood belonged there.

I love you, Sesame street gang! Do continue inspiring for now and ever more!

Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street...