On Eagles' Wings

Please read the following in an appropriate solemn, grave and sombre mood. Because I had a near-death experience earlier today, honest to God. I was on my way downstairs for dinner with Nana, my ex-roomie and Chrissy. I was on the fourth floor and Nana's room was way down on the ground floor. I was late cos I overslept my nap-time. So I also had to rush through my shower and hurriedly scrub my clothes. I changed into my comfy jammies, grabbed my room keys and phone, locked the door, walked briskly to the end of my corridor and.......... I slipped on a puddle. A puddle that had collected from water leaking from the roof of my floor. May I repeat that? WATER WAS LEAKING FROM THE ROOF OF MY FLOOR. Every time it rains, the roof leaks. A few months ago, it was worse. Water would leak from the ceiling in my room and I'd come back to my room with all my books and notes drenched in disgusting rain+asbestos-powder water. Then I'd have to lay all my notes out on the ...

After my last post almost 2 weeks ago, did you worry that they had killed me and dumped my body in some jungle area in UKM (which would definitely ensure that my dead body would never be found @.@)? Nah. I'm still here :) Well, I guess I should tell you how the meeting went now, shouldn't I? Should I? Or shouldn't I? I should. Shouldn't I? :D (That was an indirect lesson in question tags ! :P) (I mean the 'should I' 'shouldn't I' part.) (Nevermind. =.=) Well, first off, a quick count revealed that there were almost ten of us who had received that damned letter. I can't tell you the relief I felt knowing I wasn't the only one. Still, the fear was there, whether I wanted to admit it or not. But there was safety in numbers, wasn't there? (Totally the wrong context, but whatever :P) We were at the meeting room maybe ten minutes past nine that night. Coincidentally (or not, I don't know. But rather fishy, methinks...

Guess what? They really do keep their word. When they told me that should I decide not to pay , I had to answer to Mr. Rahim, our college FELO and Palapes officer, they totally meant it ! >.< I received a letter today, from the Jawatankuasa Kebajikan Siswa/i (JAKSA) Kolej Tun Hussein Onn, signed by the Pengarah (Head) of FESSAT 10, and approved by the Principal Kapten Dr. Azahan Awang. They requested Ms. Lisa Kwan Su Li, resident of K3G 403 to attend a meeting on the 16th of February 2011 (Wednesday) at 9.00pm in the Meeting Room of KTHO. Apparently, if you do not attend the meeting with Mr. Rahim tomorrow, a JAKSA committee member or FELO would pay you a visit in your room and "berurusan dengan anda" (deal with you). Well.  Let's pray I don't burst into tears tomorrow. Hopefully I'll still be alive to update you on what happened. >.<

My residential college, Tun Hussein Onn, feeds off the fear of its students. It practically runs  on fear. Why do I say that? Well. I just got back to my college after a long, exhausting day out buying the stuff and materials we'd need for our Entrepreneurship course (we're selling ice-blended drinks, but that's another story :P), and I was absolutely looking forward to coming back to my homely little room with a missing window pane and sitting down to my sweet tong sui  dessert after a nice, em, cold, bath. But. I saw two girls, standing outside the door of one of my floor mates, and I almost froze in terror. Oh, my God. They're here .  Oh no. What do I do?? I rushed into my room and locked the door. Okay, maybe I should pretend I'm not here. Shit, but they saw me come in. Or maybe I can hide myself in the bathroom? Have my bath immediately? Yes, I'll do that. They'll have no choice but to leave once I'm in the bathroom,...