So much for winning the Barclays
. In less than a week, Chelsea
took a downslide when it lost to Blackburn
Football aside, the week has been a stroll in the park, with only 3 schooling days wedged in between 2 long weekends. And I decided to utilise my time fully not by revising, but covering episode after episode of Prison Break
Three days of grinning stupidly at the monitor every time Wentworth Miller
was on. I think it was kinda worth the time wasted. Hahha. (P/s: Nore, try googling this guy up. Maybe you'd give a second thought about your Querido Mourinho tuh :P
Yesterday, Kak Rika and I braved the rain and made our way to the Malaysian Cultural Night
. I almost had a heart attack when Kak Rika announced she would be donning her kebaya
for the event. It's freaking 10 outside, with rain splattering the ground, I mean, I don't think
so. Hahha. Ke aku ni je yang pemalas nak iron baju??
Anyway, the crowd was huge. For a midterm event, I hardly expected a full-house. But the number of people who turned up amazed me. Goes to show CSMU Malaysians still have their hearts rooted back in homelands.
The opening ceremony was a blast. The moment the curtain was drawn, I immediately forgot about being grumpy for waiting so long. One thing for sure, cultural-wise, let's not forget one thing that makes us truly Malays: Janji Melayu
. That aside, a mixture of Malay, Indian and Chinese students made their way onto the stage in what portrayed the struggles Tanah Melayu
had against British
in order to gain independence. The scene was wrapped up with a poem recited by a Malay student, a low-profile guy, who happens to be our Imam
. Another heart attack was is line. But it was a nice change from the ordinary.
The poem said and done with, the speaker boomed with the opening of Negaraku
. Without warning, everybody stood up and the hall was filled with hearty chorus of young Malaysians singing their national anthem. I'm talking nice reflexes here. Didn't think we had it in us to be so semangat
The night proceeded on with dances from all three ethnic groups and a sketch. Let's just say if those people couldn't make it through medicine, they could still make it as dancers and musicians. They were awesome
and talented. Below is the excerpt of a conversation I had with an Indian fellow during a Malay traditional dance:
Guy : Laily, what's the name of this dance?
Laily : Err...
Guy : Is it Zapin
Laily : No. I don't think so. I thought Zapin
is only for guys.
Guy : Then, what's the name of the dance?
Laily : Heck if I know.
Some junior ambassador I am, huh? I'm kinda ashamed with my limited knowledge concerning the Malay dances, but hey, I do know Ngajat
! Do I get extra credit for it?
The night ended with a fashion show featuring all traditional Malaysian costumes. This was when the pretty girls and not bad-looking guys strutt their stuff and gave a shot on modelling. We cheered, we hooted, we clapped hands. In short, the night was a success, despite minor technicalities and whatnot. I enjoyed myself although I forgot my contacts and sat halfway to the back.
Tomorrow is another big day: Rumah Sukan KUU. I'm doing 400 m. Let's hope I won't pancit
halfway. Til then, I leave you with the one botak
guy I adore. :D
Hyperanalytical thinking done at 09:44 pm by infamouschic