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Dear blog,

It has been a fruitful holiday and with a renewed spirit, I return to ye ol' UM tomorrow. Naturally, the pants have gotten tighter and the arms flabbier, but the smiles have gotten wider as well so everything's good.
Loads of snapshots in the bag and space taken up by memories that never will fade.
Enough hilarious moments to keep one chuckling and tender heartfelt moments to make life more delectable, somewhat.
Though I've still far to go in terms of total understanding of this living business.

I've had enough kisses to keep me happy
and hugs to keep me warm.

thoughts to keep me thinking and
love to go around.

Till I see you again, which is soon, I hope!
Here's to the sun, the rain and the mud.
And that we'll all be able to enjoy a coconut, every now and then.

*smooches

Yoooooo! Yoooooo!

Okay, some of you would probably know that I attended a leadership camp in UM not too long ago.
I wanted to blog about it, but was too caught up with so much stuff that being the procrastinator that I am, I felt that having a small piece of that experience in my written diary is enough and that anything else on cyberspace is just extra...stuff.
Read : lazy pig.

Organized under the AIESEC banner, I hardly know what AIESEC is nor know anyone there except my roomie, who's quite involved in it. I joined at the very last minute and even signed up after the closing date.
Hah.
Suffice to say, I didn't regret it. I learnt like a LOT.
So much that it was almost too much.
It wasn't just the technical stuff. It forced me to be brutally honest with myself and find parts in me that I haven't really grasp nor truly understood.
It opened up my eyes to nature of human beings and made me appreciate the diversity of man.
But most of all, It made me gorge on humble pie.

Anyway, that's not the main point of this entry.

I should explain first though that in AIESEC, there is this square dance culture which is unique to that certain University. So naturally, UM would have one too and since I did not attend pre-camp, like a monkey, I was lost and jumping around, pretending that I knew the steps when in actual fact I was just jumping around. Like a monkey.
It was a hit tho, and I totally enjoyed it.
So for us, it was this song called Crank Dat Soulja Boy by Soulja Boy (like, what else?) which I never for the life of me knew existed.
It had a catchy tune, and well, cute steps to go along with it.
And I've only just found out that the moves for the song is actually a dance by itself (think Macarena, the funky chicken, etc) and that it's HUGE over in YouTube.


I mean, people around the world did the Soulja Boy just as how UM fellas did it during that 5 days camp.

Curious enough?
Watch this.
God. It's hilarious.

And in case you were wondering, yeah, I did it too. Shook that ass all the way to China.


Okay.
You can stop laughing now.

Oh btw, Merry Christmas everyone!

Altogether now, Yoooooo! Yooooo!

Its CUPID with a W

See the back of that guy's t-shirt?

It says World Universities Peace Invitational Debate -or, WUPID.

Cool name right? WUPID, WUUuuPiid. WOOPiIIID.

N-E-way,

it was held over at UniKL(which by the way has the coolest lecture halls and classrooms) from Sunday through to Thursday. It's by invitation only, so the debate teams there are like from the best universities in the world, from Cambridge to Oxford (collectively : gasp!) to (too add a little bit of that spicy local flavour) MMU, UiTM and many more.

Muchas gracias KW for bringing me along to witness this awesome display of wit, sharp thinking and mind-blowing information overload. My god. I felt like a freaking ignoramus, totally clueless on what they were talking about.

They were debating on stuff so specific that I just shudder to be in their shoes, or rather, slippers.

Mom saw this, "Wah. wear shorts and slippers ar?!"

I couldn't grasp what they were talking about practically half of the time, and those times were spent being lulled by their delicious accent and dreaming about how beautiful the girls (and guys) were.

The half of the time?

I was in awe. Of their eloquence, their apparent lack of nerves and their brains.

The motions were made of stuff like "Give the Kurds a homeland" and,

wait for it.... "The Bolivan Revolution has failed"

WTH?! Who or what are the Kurds and when in heavens did the Bolivan Revolution happen? Boliva? Mana tu?!

Wow. I could literally feel the butterflies flying around in the space within my skull. I must add also, that the teams didn't know the motion until 15 minutes before the competition which made me respect them all the more.

It was good.

And I got to hang out with someone new who's extremely nice and equally crazy!

Meet KW's fellow debater, Melissa.

And oh, we bumped into our little high achiever Siaw Yen, and we basically yapped all the way back to Telok Gadong.

Heh.

Still the same bright girl. She could rule the earth one day, really.

Current read : Night by Elie Wiesel.

Current love : McD's, after the 5 odd hours Chandu, Shashi and I spent there, talking about everything under the sun.

One afternoon on the couch

Million Voices -Wycleaf Jean
Soundtrack of Hotel Rwanda

Plopped myself down on the couch and flipped through channels.

Stopped at Hotel Rwanda.

I've heard a lot about this film, about how good it really is in portraying humanity, and ironically,the lack of it during the Rwandan genocide .

I was sobbing my eyes out, I mean really sobbing-wasn't sniffling, wasn't just tearing and i distinctly remember feeling as helpless as this when I caught Sometimes in April not too long ago. Yet many things have happened since then, and we forget; I forgot and now I remember.

The movie was a true portrayal of one man, Paul Rusesabagina (played by Don Cheadle) who sheltered over 1,000 Tutsis and moderate Hutus in a Belgian-owned hotel, effectively protecting them from being brutally massacred.

He used his connections, his wit, quick thinking and most importantly, compassion to keep the flames of hope and life burning throughout those horrendous days.

This man had even at one point, decided to stay behind to save the hundreds of lives even when there was an opportunity for him to escape.

This man did not falter even when the world around him turned their backs on him, on the Rwandan people and on plain humanity.

And in the film, the UN soldier (portrayed by Nick Nolte) was based on a real UN peace keeper, Roméo Dallaire who was there to witness the atrocities, first hand.

Read their stories,

Remember Rwanda,

Never forget Darfur.

Hooooliday Take II

It's always fun to play host.; showing people around Klang, its highlights and ugly sights.

The bonus would be to be able to share a bit of your life with the people you care about (in this case it was Rita and Feli) - inviting them to partake in this life of yours!

I brought them to some therapeutic singing of course-sang across genres as Siti Nurhaliza would testify. Heh.

Introduced 'em to the hidden treasure of Bukit Cahaya.

Darn. Went there so many times the Bicycle Man recognized me already!

Me mom came along too..Whoa..did she have stamina!

Random snapshots




Hear the cengkerik chirping?

Whoops!

All aboard!

Ahoy! I see land, cap'ain!

One for the photo album!

So glad to have you guys to keep me sane in college!


xoxo!