I feel lazy to type up the whole story, so here’s just some pictures which I will explain as I go.

After the ‘getting to know each other’ part (which involved us all sitting in a circle, and in turns, saying what kind of person he/she is, or any random info about the person you think he/she possesses), the next ’segment’ was impromptu acting, with a blindfold. We were divided into 2 groups, and the members would decide which ‘couple’ (can be of different or same gender) to put forth first. Then they’d come up with a situation, and you’d have to act it out, blindfolded. First up was me and a guy named Alex. I don’t have the pictures, so I can’t post it up. =3

My scene was: Alex, my ‘husband’, had murdered me. But as he was burying me, I came back from the dead to haunt him. xD But I dunno, he.. wasn’t very responsive, so I had trouble even finding him. =p

Next up was John & Max, which I was able to get pictures of. ^^

Their scene was supposed to be two friends going to the zoo, and a friend having to rescue the other, who fell into an alligator pit.

… but I think they got ‘intimate’ later on. xD

After that, the two groups were joined and we did a sketch together, combining the scenes we’ve used earlier on, and some additional info. So to summarize it up, it had something to do with:

Yesterday, I went over to Ann’s house. Nothing unusual/out of the ordinary there.

The other day, she let me try her ‘ iced lemonade’, that she had personally concocted up, and it tasted SO good. More refreshing than anything, really. So yesterday she told me that she was going to make lemonade slushee/ice blended lemonade. Of course I was eager to try.

When I went there, she blended everything together and handed it to me. Iced lemonade was good enough, ice blended was heavenly.

She also told me that it was sort of a fruit punch, because she had added orange and lemon juice to it, and garnished it with some juicy slices of mango. Damn it was good. *_____*

On the way to Kampar, Dad & I stopped at the Tapah rest house to..- ah, relieve ourselves, and to have lunch.
And let me say that the toilet was fairly clean. No complaints here.

What I DO have to complain, though, was the state of the food stalls.
A foul stench lingered as we ate; it was the ‘dirty toilet’ kinda smell, and it appears every few seconds. I had to hold my breath for the most part while eating, and was relieved to leave the food court.

Another thing were the cleaners.
They wore white shirts with the company logo, white pants, gloves, and a hat.
Pretty snappy, no?
NO.
They only appear presentable.
The seat to my right (we sat on those four-seater tables) had a big piece of what looked like those coleslaw-ish salad, which is why I hadn’t sat there. The cleaner just walked to out table, and used her broom to sweep the thing right off the seat.
She used her freaking broom, which I have no idea (and don’t want to know, really) where it’s been, and swept the bloody salad straight off of the seat.
>_<
So yeah, I was ecstatic to leave.

It was all better after dad bought me Baskin & Robbins though. ;D

Since I came back to Kuantan, my snack-cravings have returned.
It wouldn’t have been a big problem, if it weren’t freaking Chinese New Year, where every house you go looks like some snack stockist or something. >_>

I have been helping myself to more snacks than necessary, really. There goes whatever little weight I’ve lost in my 3 weeks in Kampar. =_=”
I almost feel afraid to weigh myself now; for the fear of being heavier than I originally was.

DAMN YOU TASTY, DELICIOUS, IRRESISTABLY NOM-ABLE SNACKS! T^T

And the topic is: Racial wars. Interracial marriages.
RACE.

It started with our Journalism lecturer Ms Joethi. She showed us an awesome Malaysian short film called Gadoh, about Chinese and Malay school gangsters, and a poor, innocent indian boy that’s stuck in the middle. (The oh-so adorable boy named Raj.^^)

It was slightly cliche, yes.
It was predictable, yes.
But it was a great movie nonetheless.
Plus, we watched it as a class so it’s somehow more entertaining.
I gotta thank Ms Joethi for introducing this film to us.^^ Everyone in class agreed after that it was a good film.
In fact, everyone clapped after the film ended.

As I was watching, though, one sentence, uttered by the theater teacher, stuck to my head.

“Mereka sebenarnya bukanlah pelajar yang bermasalah.
Mereka cuma keliru. Kita yang membuatkan mereka keliru.
Kita tidak pernah untuk cuba mendengar apa yang ingin mereka katakan. Kita hanya mahu mereka mendengar apa yang ingin kita katakan.”

For those of you who don’t understand Malay, a translation (I just did a rough translation):

“They are, in fact, not problematic students.
They are just confused. We make them confused.
We have never tried to listen to what they have to say.
We only want them to listen to what we say.”

Today was emotionally and physically exhausting for me.
I hadn’t managed to get enough sleep the night before, and I had classes in the morning.
I had to walk to and fro from several blocks in uni, as if cycling under the hot sun was not enough.

I got a surprise call from Lika this afternoon.
She was crying, and she told me that our ballet teacher was admitted in the hospital, and that the doctors are beginning to give up hope on him…

What’s happening?

She took the next bus to KL to visit him. But she was too late.
Our ballet teacher had passed away at around 3pm.

The last I saw of him was before I left for university. And he would still occasionally text me to keep in touch.
He said he had a urinary infection the last time he saw a doctor for being sick. Turns out it wasn’t a urinary infection after all.

According to Lika, he was alright this morning, being able to chat and all. But the same can’t be said later on.

I was sort of numb when I was told of the news. It’s surreal.
How could someone vanish from the face of this earth so easily and quickly? He was fine this morning.

It’s still hard to believe.

If there’s another thing I found out from my 4 weeks here in Kampar, it’s that I will damp from either the rain or sweating I get back home.
I’m able to, in a way, live my ‘fantasy’ (if you will,) of enjoying the rain.
This is the second time I’ve cycled home in the drizzle.

But it’s also frustrating that here, it’s either excruciatingly hot, or unbelievably wet/damp. The cool, cloudy atmosphere never lasts for long.
And then at night, it’s cooling. But it’s usually so hot in the afternoon, you’ll feel fried.

I just came back from Uni not long ago, and I’m damp. Class was dismissed at around 6pm, but I wasn’t able to come home until almost 7 due to the rain.
Now I need a warm shower.

Guhhh *flails*
I’ve FINALLY got internet at my bloody hostel. =_=
And I’ve got so much to catch up on, that I’m not even bothering to catch up on everything at LJ. I’d take days if I did.

Anyway, it’s about time I got to posting up about my first day here in Kampar. So here goes.

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Well, here I am.
In Nesa & Min Ru’s room, using Nesa’s computer to go to the internet while Nesa and Ann went out with Junior.
Why didn’t I follow them? Well, that would be a long story, but don’t worry, it’s nothing big (argument, etc) or anything, trust me.

Min Ru is ‘working’, so here I am, blogging.
Oh how I’ve missed it. ^^
I hate not being able to properly blog; I have so many pics (Ok, fine, maybe not that many) and explanations to post up.

Class has started, and it’s still a little messy because there are things that some new students have not grown accustomed to yet.
First and foremost: to newbies like us, just looking up our timetable is a challenge; it’s written in a way in which we are not used to, and it takes some explaining from the faculty (I can imagine how frustrated they might be, having to re-explain it to every student who asks xD) to actually get how it’s supposed to be.

But hostel life-wise, it’s great.
I love living on my own, and going places/ hanging out with my friends where I can make my own decisions on what to do.
I’ve made great (and crazy) friends (which would in itself explain why they’re my friends in the first place), and luckily, my housemates are nice.
I’ve been going out with Ann almost every night since I got here (except when she went to KL for those few days), and before class had started – some lunches.

I’m at the cyber cafe at the moment, checking up on everything I missed in the past 4 days.. Which is A LOT.
I won’t be able to properly catch up with everything unless I use my laptop (to save pics, etc), but it beats having no internet until my hostel has the unternet set up.

On an extremely squee-able note, the cyber cafe I’m currently in right now keeps playing Kpop MVs! xDDD So far there was SNSD, Super Junior (Sorry Sorry Answer!), and KISS! I swear I’d go completely loco if they played 2PM. Or 2AM. =DD

Dona’s at the saloon getting her hair rebonded, so in the meantime, I’m.. ‘indulging’ in what I’ve missed! ;D She’ll be joining me later.