Monochrome.

We, by which I mean Mara A and Mara B, had our grand dinner last Saturday.

We held in the small meeting hall at Wisma Mais (where we stay). At first the plan was to have it in a ballroom somewhere, like Concorde Hotel, but there was a lot of trouble with funding and transport. The venue didn’t matter one bit though, you could tell everyone enjoyed themselves.

There was a lot of eating, and prize-giving, present-exchanging, more eating, slideshows, videos, performances, etc. Five hours flew by without anybody noticing.

Theme was black and white. I bought a new shirt and tie and surreptitiously borrowed my dad’s blazer. Which was… three sizes too big. But the outfit still turned out okay, like I was intentionally going for a secret agent/killer bodyguard kind of look.

And by the way, I won an award! For going home every weekend. I’m not sure what the point was, but I accepted it graciously. Never reject free Toblerone whatever the reason.

This is me and Amin singing Glee’s version of “Don’t Rain on My Parade”. I wish somebody recorded it. It was hilariously bad. The thing is, we practiced and practiced until it was perfect (and it was pretty good, too). And we wrote down the lyrics on our hands so we wouldn’t forget the words. And we even brought the printed lyrics along with us just in case.

We still forgot the words anyway.

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In other news, we’ve moved to the new campus. Don’t have much pictures.

I like it a lot. Cleaner classrooms, bigger library, three-person tables, it finally feels like we’re in a real college. It’s really only half-finished though, only the academic building is up so far. The rest of it will be up after we’re long gone. That would include the swimming pool, rock-climbing wall, jamming studio, food court, and student hostels. Heh.

Absolute final exams are in mid-July so we’ve got less than two months left together. Not sure what I can say about that. I’ll still be hanging with the medic students after that, I think, but the kids taking pharmacy and optometry will be someplace far, far away.

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Are friends delight or pain?
Could bounty but remain
Riches were good.

But if they only stay
Bolder to fly away,
Riches are sad.

-Emily Dickinson