here's to you

Pinky and the new layout

New pink/black layout, in case you haven't noticed.

Been slacking around, done little studying and watched heaps of korean drama series.

It's Independence Day tomorrow! (or rather, Hari Merdeka) I remember my school headmaster asking us to shout "Merdeka!" 3 times during assembly every year comes 31 August. Ah, the sweet memories.

Patriotism- the long forgotten theory (esp amongst Malaysians).

70% NOT Malaysian

In conjunction with the coming National Day this Thursday, I decided to take the "How Malaysian are you?" test. This is how I fared.

Congratulations Jocelyn, you are 70% not Malaysian.

That means you're as Malaysian as...

Guy Sebastian !

How Un-Malaysian Are You?

-________-''' (x 100 times)

Anyway, paintball was a lil bit disappointing, though I did get a lot of sourvenirs from the game: sore muscles and a bruised shoulder. My team led by Canai lost. Gah. A few paintball guns were not working well, so a few of us had to change guns in the middle of the game, including my attacking partner-in-crime. And sad thing was, the owner of Combat Zone Paintball was extremely racist: "If you ASIANS want to play this next time, come earlier... etc". Well, apek, for your info, there will be no more next time.

Congrats to Teresa, Spencer and those involved in the Korean night thingy. I wasn't there to ~~laugh at~~ watch Spencer acting to the song "Lonely" by Akon, too bad eh. Thank goodness there's such a thing as cameras to record the songs and dramas. ;P

Friday nite music practice was, as always, brilliant. Ellise is a truuuuuuly talented pianist. Wish I could play like her. Must practise more during this 1 week holiday!

Til then, enjoy the short holiday season.

YOU feel like home

Feeling something I haven't felt for a long time now.

Content.

It doesn't mean that nothing's worrying me or there's no studies to be revised, but it's a ~~6th sense~~ feeling that everything is going to turn out just ~~fine~~ well (FINE stands for freaked-out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional ;P).

I got my music dictation and case study results back today. Could have done better in the dictation, wasn't paying attention during the last one.

Case study however, was a miracle. Heh. I went into the Commerce building thinking that I'd be happy with 10% (out of 15%). It was, after all, my very first commerce-ish assignment. Ron and I decided to open the results at the same time , and gosh were those few seconds excruciating. Anyway, won't bore you la. The results were good. =D Even the figures were pretty (88%)! Thanks Lord!

No Biochem and MANV lectures tomorrow. Whee! MANV terms test on Wednesday wasn't that bad, though I got cold feet when I saw the accounting module questions. Ironic thing was, no calculators were allowed. Sheesh.

Which means only 1 lecture tomorrow! This only happens once in a VERY blue moon. Which also means we're going to play paintball tomorrow! Can't wait!

Culture disbelief

Monday morning. 8am. Cold, gusty winds. (Still no snow yet?) Wraps jacket tightly around myself. Forgotten to bring scarf. Nyeh. Reaches my lecture theatre (Quad 2). Goes up stairs. Sees Critic (weekly student magazine) on side table. Glances at it. Cover of Critic shows a huge hand-drawn penis, with "Men's issue" written ON it. Goes "Errr. o-kay." Glances away. (If you really wanna see the front cover, click this. Only if you're above 18!).

Walks into lecture theatre. Sees Ron, sits next to him. He looks even more groggier than I am. Guest lecturer walks in and introduces herself. Scottish accent! Gah, darn annoying. Pays extra attention and scribbles notes furiously while trying to pick up one of the world's hardest to understand accents. 50 mins over. Phew. Walks past table with Critic magazines again. Ron looks at me, I look at him, we laugh, thinking "How much more pathetic can this get?"

I'm quite open-minded. I think. Being here for more than a year now has made me immune to these kind of stuff. Yet, sometimes there are still happenings that made me go "Ew. Gross". Sometimes too much is just too much. For example, when I first arrived at Studholme Hall and came into my room, there was an orientation pack on the bed. Inside was a study calender, student handbook, orientation parties info, lollies, a magazine with condoms drawn on it, and (why am I not surprised) 2 Durex condoms. My flatmates had enough humour to fill the condoms with shampoo and hang them on my doorknob. Of course la I threw them away, but who knows what the cleaner might think when she emptied my rubbish the following day...

Another incident that made me wonder what the heck are the Kiwis thinking is the mayhem at Castle Street on Saturday night. What happened was around 400 drunk and extremely drunk students threw beer bottles and set couches on fire on the street, and the police had to arrest 30 students for their quote: "disorderly behaviour". Normally you would only see these kind of so called riots happening in the middle east, but believe it or not, this is a common sighting in Dunedin. (More info?)

Further examples protraying the seemingly weird lifestyle of NZ uni students:

Few weeks ago, when the world cup was still on: A drunk guy in our hall peed in the dining room. Eww, right?
Boobs on Bikes parade in Auckland. Read?
Stealing supermarket trollies is regarded as a heroic act.
Drunk? Let's steal those road/street signs! Even better, bring them home and hang it somewhere in your room.
Running for Health Science rep next year? Get a Baywatch video with Hasselholf in it, then using your incredible graphic skills, put yourself in the movie itself. Remember not to have any tan at all. Brilliant!
Running for women's rep? Not to worry. Stick posters saying "Do you pee sitting down? I do too! We have so much in common, that's why you should vote for me!" and "Do you do stuff? Me too! Vote for XXX!" in the women's toilets. Simple as pie.

And a whole lot more unmentionable examples.

Of course, there are many relatively NORMAL students in Otago too. So what are you waiting for? Come study in the University of Otago, when normal isn't normal at all.

Looking out for spring

Choir practice is getting *ahem* interesting. Liz (our music conductor) couldn't turn up for practice today, so Johny took charge. We continued polishing up the incredibly boring song Ave verum Corpus by Mozart. Alto isn't that hard to sing actually, but a Kiwi girl kept singing the soprano part instead. Bleh. Thank goodness the other song we're doing is much more interesting- "Don't worry, be happy" by Bob Marley. Just listening to the song makes me wanna jump out of my seat and dance, so I hope the judge would like it. =) Competition between Stud and St Mags/Selwyn hall is just 5 weeks away. Yikes.

Scarfie had an exhibition at the musuem showing the student life in Otago uni dating to a century back, so we decided to go visit.