Sunday, April 25, 2010

CXLII – Weekend rush.

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Week 1 of school is up. Week 2 is about to fly in my face.

Nobody gets spared. Tutorials have got me by my throat, simply because it's a revision of Year 1's work...which I have largely abandoned.

This weekend, it's MA1 and FA, the latter being the more fearsome one. I've got pen, paper and notes at the ready, yet I have forgotten. Forgotten where to look for answers, which pages to flip to for reference. And to add that Graeme apparently can do most of it very frankly scares the shit out of me. I mean, if he can remember, why can't I?

WHY DO I FORGET?

Anyway, tomorrow's the briefing for the Japan cross-credit programme. I feel that if I can make it in it will be a great blessing. Lessens my burden in sem 2, which would really help. =)

OK. Back to the grind!

Till then~

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

CXLI – School.

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Title says it all. I'm back at school.

And there are whispers in the pipeline that indicate Year 2 is, and will be, tough. This obviously isn't good for my all-star prospects. Like say, Macroeconomic Analysis. Angela Koh says it has a very high failure rate. Worrying eh?

You bet.

I'm doubling up on my efforts to stay on top or, in worst-case scenario, to stay afloat. But otherwise, as of now, my prospects are good. Really good. =)

Oh yes, there are a few things I want to update on...

FOP:
Actually, I didn't need to go for days 3 & 4 but, since I will rot at home anyways, I say, why not? Basically slacked Thursday away with the other facils. Camwhored with DBF01 once we were back at SP. And thankfully, we broke the quota! So did many other classes! Great job! =) We shall meet up soon!

Sentosa:
FOC vets met at HarbourFront MRT @ noon with Frisbees in tow. Bought lunch, then headed down to Siloso beach to have fun! Basically we played Monkey Frisbee, dunking, beach volleyball, water captainball, the such. I got wet, almost everyone got dunked. We had alot of fun, that's for sure! Got mildly sunburnt, though I don't think to the extent of Wylie (her shoulders are red and burning)... :/ Damn the water was uber-salty.

After that went to Vivo to have a Carl's Jr. Dinner! Its burgers are massive, but that doesn't mean a 25% increase in volume has to be followed by a greater increase in prices! -.- Ate on Vivo's rooftop with the rest of them, but had to rush through my meal 'cos my dad wanted me to be home to help my brother in D&T. Was too late though—he was already asleep! Totally wasted my trip home, could've stayed on... )= DEVILS FTW!

And of course, the end of the outing heralded something scary...school. It's only day 2, and yet it has given people goosebumps. There are stacks of notes thicker than an A-math textbook, and they make my shoulders sag. Got a "new" bag, but I doubt it'll last with all the weight it's carrying. Shall study hard, and hopefully (and a MUST) I can get As for every single module!

Bring it on.

I'll try to update as frequently as time would allow me, and that would mean LESS POSTS. School will soon swallow me whole.

I WANT TO GO TO JAPAN FOR THE CREDIT EXCHANGE THIS SEPT!

Till then!~

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

CXL - FOP

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Just returned from Day 2 of FOP, and I'm exhausted. Think about it: I'm a stationmaster that has to be energetic for every class that passes through our station: couple that with 3½ hours of sleep at school.

Get the picture?

Man, when the air-con shut off yesterday, even opening the windows won't help. How to sleep that condition?!

Notwithstanding these, it was actually quite a good programme. I was assigned to DBF01 with Vivienne and Justin, to a bunch of freshies. Ice-broke, then lunched (in an awfully packed FC5) before heading off to do station games. Won't elaborate, but it involves raffia string. Lots and lots of it.

Had dinner with facils at Clementi. We then watched funny vids on YouTube, prior to heading outside and playing random games with the remaining Devils. HAHA Eric and his "dey-kor" (underwear) nick playing Concentration! Ended up drinking loads of refreshing (and rumoured to be disgusting) water! xD After that we showered (2am somemore :O) and ended up sleeping in the SB Store, 'cos it was the only place left with air-con!

Day 2 featured talks, videos, performances and more stationmastering! Exhausted, as you would expect. Guess what, I'll have to wake up at 7.20am tomorrow!

Anyhow, I think DBF01 is not bad. Quiet now, but sure to speak up soon enough! Hope to open them up to one another before Thursday... :) Well least there are potential hyper people that can liven up the class...I think!

Back to the grind! Eyelids drooping! Shan't elaborate more!

Till the-

Friday, April 9, 2010

CXXXIX – FOC 10/11!

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Freshmen Orientation Camp 10/11 = Awesome!
What more can be said about it?

Here's a rundown of what happened from Sunday through Wednesday:

DAYzero:
Met some Devils @ Orchard MRT to have dinner! I led the group to Lucky Plaza (where I maintain my braces), where there is a restaurant called Ria specialising in Ayam Penyet (smashed chicken). Bee Hoon, Joyce and Charrier were already there, and so we settled down and ate! The chilli was too hot for me, and my blueberry juice failed to quell the burn in my mouth D: Damn was it expensive. Also, it was there where we realised Eric has only brought 2 sets of underwear—for a 3-day-3-night camp. Till now how he survived with that number, I'll never know. Give me ONE Eric clap! :D

OK so after dinner we MRT'd back to Dover and prepared our Cluster dance before the clock struck 8. Tony then went through the usual admin stuff before our dance showcase! All the clusters did a great job, though I felt Devils' was the BEST! I guess that led to what would happen on Gala Night...

Next was the Nightwalk prep. There were 2 routes, SB and EEE, and because EEE was touted as longer and scarier, I chose it. And to be honest, when we walked it with Imran later that night, it was. It was totally dark, and silence was only broken by the shuffling of feet, the groan of toads, and hushed chats. Personally the U-shaped toilet was creepy (and so it became), and 6 people volunteered to scare there. Damn it if only I wasn't so hesitant. Continued down the route, and some were assigned; some weren't. In the end there had to be a slight alteration to the route, and that was when we encountered the Tunnel. Totally creepy with the lights out (not to mention they went out on their own); it will become the basis for one of the longest and scariest scare sections of the walk.

By the time we were done it was already 3.15am. Forgot whether I showered then or later i the morning, I was way too tired. And as usual, the air-con was frightfully cold.


 

DAYone:
Woke up at 7.45am and washed up. Changed into the MAD Camp SP T-shirt and headed down for breakfast. From there we slowly hyped ourselves up in preparation for the arrival of the freshies!

11.30am. Whoa were some of them early! Amongst the first from our cluster to arrive were some girls—Tiffany and Jolene. Like I said, they were damn early. Soon the rest of them streamed in, and were greeted with screams and "WHOO!"s. And typically, some of them were stunned, haha. (:

Later was the ice-breakers, and I tagged Daniel's group up. Played all sorts of games, including blow wind blow, and of course, forfeits. Oops my memory's failing me already. After that was the globe-making session, which is made of a balloon, some glue, paint and Miley Cyrus' face. Not bad, considering the shortage of time we suffered. (:

Next up we Events people were called to set up the station games, with me and Joyce taking the 'marbles on spoons' game. Unexpectedly numerous problems cropped up, since there were time constraints, and the changing of many game locales due to threats of rain. As a result, the clusters rushed out to MLT12 only to find that the games have relocated, save ours (BizIT), and so they crowded outside the doors for awhile before making their move to the other stations. In the end, only 3 teams played at our station in the course of 2 hours; we ended up sitting down and chatting for much of the time. The hour-long wait was otherwise unbearable. We ended at 7.30pm before heading back to MLT12.

But there was no break, 'cos then we had to leave to prepare for the nightwalk happening later that night. We headed for the engineering block and determined our job. Imran led us through the revised route later on, with Joyce and I left at where we were supposed to scare. Unique and Aaron were not far ahead, so we headed up to them and chatted. Oh I hate them mosquitoes, they gave me rashes. Since we had plenty of time, we wandered the route and chatted with more people on the way. The nightwalk was supposed to start at 11pm—the lights should go out by then. Quietly we had dinner there at 10.40pm, and our props came just shy of start time. In the end Joyce and I were the only scarers without props (wouldn't it be weird to scare people with our SP shirts screaming back at the freshies?). Just as we finished fretting about our lack of equipment, the lights went out. 11pm.

Aaron, Unique, Joyce and I headed back to our posts, when we made our shocking discovery—the lights before the main library are still on! How the hell are we supposed to scare people like that? For the next 45mins we searched frantically for any master switch that would plunge the entire area into darkness, but to no avail. Tony couldn't find the switch either, so we decided to make do with just the props. We set the Red Lady (one hell of a scary prop) at a junction where she wouldn't be seen till the freshies have made their turn—she looked scary even in broad daylight! Joyce gave up any hope of scaring anyone there, so we headed to the dark part of the route, and stationed ourselves where Charrier and Eric were, just before the Tunnel. Our job was simple: play ball.

And so we waited. It was only alot later when the first group came along, epic fail, that one. They walked right past us, and when Eric jumped out to scare them, all they said was "Look, it's 2 underwear!" and laughed! LOL Eric was stunned! Anyhow we got our satisfaction a minute later when the confidently strided into the Tunnel, only to start screaming hysterically. And it went on, and on, and on...

More groups came through. Some of them were genuinely suspicious of us just sitting there and rolling a ball about, others just walked past us, distracted, only to be scared by Eric as they walked past him (man gotta respect him). It was almost endless, and I was getting tired from my lack of sleep. Typically our cue to start was when we hear screams just before our station, and while there was no-one we talked about how incredibly good the scarers in the Tunnel were.

If I can recall I saw a GL crying and shivering from the Tunnel. She could not stop shaking, and I felt sorry for her. I also heard more people cried during the walk. :O

In the end it was just GLs taking the walk. Couldn't be bothered to scare them any longer, HAHA. :D We simply packed up and left. By then it was way past 3am. Wayy past. Made the long journey back to SB to wash up and change before going back to bed. Totally, totally drop-dead tired by then. Day One over!


 

DAYtwo:
Woke up early again, even though I overslept by a full hour. Washed up and headed own for breakfast with the cluster (if I can remember LOL), then already we had to prepare for the Wet/Dirty games. Before that of course was the Mass Dance Rehearsal, had to teach them the basics to the dance. Wei Chen did his Jack Neo act there, bloody funny! Like how he screams
走开! 走开!!!!! HAHAHAH! Well then had to go prepare the Dirty game props.

Took the items and headed to the MPF. Spread the canvas sheet out and poured all sorts of disgusting shit on it, like shampoo, BBQ sauce, sesame oil, mayo, tomato sauce, amongst others. And OH IT STANK. YOU'D ALMOST WANT TO PUKE. Went to make the field game with Eric and Zhi Xiang before the whole thing began. Man it was blazing hot, as though it was burning on purpose. It began in earnest, and Eric was once again our SAVIOUR! He did the live demonstrations for the freshies, even ending it with a body slide on the muck we've created. Of course, many disliked doing what he did, and either:
1) jumped clear of the canvas, with only the feet getting stinky, or
2) slid on their bare legs and hands, which were easy to clean.
Some, however, seemed to relish getting dirty! They ran towards the canvas, and flung themselves into the smelly mess. Sliding and rolling and skidding, some just couldn't get enough! :O

It was kinda like a limbo of sorts, although it was a fun limbo, and this went on till 2pm. The whole time the sun was relentless, and by the time I got my lunch I've been cooking for a good 4 hours. Lunch was short and quick, and by 3.30pm I was being roasted again. Between each and every game I had to run up the stairs and to the water-cooler to quench my thirst. At that point, water was the best-tasting thing that ever went into me. But during the game itself, who cares about the heat? All I did to every camper was this: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! OK, now run here! Take the front of the cardboard box and JUMP! Jump! (x10) NOW RUN!". I thought it was real good fun! This part went on till about 5,6pm? By then I was well and truly cooked. Official sunburn. (Now I'm peeling skin off my nose! Urgh.)

After that, Events people could finally slack! All we did was to go have our shower, change into our camp T-shirt and sat in the MLT with the campers. Made friends with a few of them, including Basil and Wenjuan (who rebutted me when I said "Why you blushing?" with a "How about you?". Totally owned, 'cos I looked like a lobster in a boiling pot LOL.). We then headed down to a buffet dinner. Campers took their food first before we followed suit. Log people had to eat first before going to Moberly to set up the Gala Night props. All of us sat together as a cluster, so bonded. :D Took alot of food haha, could compete with Daniel!

We then moved on to Moberly and, since we had some time left, the groups did their own separate rehearsals. The facils also rehearsed the cluster dance one last time before Gala Night began. Didn't know why the stage was so dark, very hard to discern people. And so we all sat down and bombed other clusters (Dark vs Light Side) and sang cheers!

It soon began with the group performances! They were quite good, though some I didn't get LOL. Also we all noticed that most of them used the same song: Sorry Sorry! By the time we heard it for the umpteenth time we sort of groaned. We got worried too, because our piece had that song in it. D: So it went on through the night, 19 performances over. AND GUESS WHAT? THEY SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST! (As quoted by Clay) We screamed and ran up on stage to do our dance piece, and it was great! When we were done we jumped for joy and screamed like crazy, it didn't matter! We then went back to our seats and did the Mass dance as a whole camp! It slowly disintegrated into dancing madness as we finished and formed a human train up onto the stage!

Just about everyone squeezed onto the stage and screamed and danced and jumped and cheered, it was magical. Though the DJ sucked (HAHAHA), we just screamed, danced, jumped, cheered. I forgot about my lethargy for a moment, and exercised like I never did in my life! Balloons popped, the stage shook. The music blared, and we just did what we did. I think that went on for a full 30-40mins. I was exhausted when I was done, all I did was to run up to the water-cooler and camp there. Soon people dropped out and went back to their bunks, us included. Headed to the bunk and played Indian Poker, where I suffered my hardest hit from Eric. In the end we just sat down and wrote them warm-fuzzies to everyone else, but I fell asleep halfway through, at around 3.30am thereabouts. Last thing I remembered was how friggin' cold the bunk was. After that Sleep punched me square in the face.


 

DAYthree:
Woke up at 8.40am that morning, still dead tired. Finished off the remainder of the papers, and washed up. Headed down to FC6 for breakfast (roti prata) and chatted with Basil, Menon and Marvin. After they went up to pack their stuff I went across to the facils' table and ate some more prata. We all just sat there and stoned, and joked about how Eric has no more underwear. Much later, we went back up to bunk and packed our stuff, before going back down to MLT12.

There we bombed more groups (We know Cupid, We don't care cheer) before Tony announced the results of the camp. And could you believe it? THE DEVILS WON! By 90 points! The cluster just screamed and screamed and screamed. We got our movie tickets! :D:D After that Tony broke camp, and we all rushed out to camwhore. And yes, all of them pictures can be found on Facebook! Took so many in those 30 mins. But while the campers got to go home, the facils involved in FOP had to stay back! D: But at least that means I didn't have to go back today!

So it was during the briefing that I realised I was facil/stationmaster with Wei Chen! I'll be taking DBF/FT/1A/01 with Viv and Justin! So who's in that class?

Anyhow after that we were supposed to go out together for lunch but cancelled it because we were so darned tired. I simply took a cab back to Tampines, showered and slept. Only woke up for dinner and some Facebook. And guess what? I'm still feeling camp hangover! D:

I miss camp. I miss the Devils. I want to relive those 3-4 days again.

I'm tired. I've been typing non-stop for 2½ hours. At least I've updated! :D

Next stop: FOP!!

Till then!~ :D

Thursday, April 8, 2010

CXXXVIII – NOT Away.

138

Yes, I'm back.
Yes, I had loads of fun. ^^
Yes, I seriously want a Devils' cluster outing!

But...

Yes, I'm too darned lazy to update at the moment >.<
Yes, I still want my sleep (I've got a slight headache).
Yes, I need my rest for next week's FOP.

Who's going into DBF/FT/1A/01?

Also...

Who's going into DBF/FT/2A/05?

Just so you know, Devils is the most awesome cluster! :D
I'll update tonight or tomorrow!

Till then!~

Sunday, April 4, 2010

CXXXVII – Away.

137

FOC till Wednesday

will write about it after then!

Also, my room is complete! Cheers!

Till then!~

Thursday, April 1, 2010

CXXXVI - Thought

136


Big in word, big in meaning.

And contrary to what people think, it doesn't run you over like a freight train.

No. It's more like a steamroller: slowly, but surely, it crushes you under its weight. Better still, it takes its time.

First are small things, like chores, taking care of your room, the lot. That isn't bad. What I worry about is what comes next. The big-uns.

I'm turning 18, and that means I'm at the threshold of adulthood. Once that happens, the steamroller accelerates. My parents tell me that once I finish NS, ie. 21, I'll have to rent a home for myself (read: I get KICKED out of the house). Anyways, I heard that's the case with most other people too, so I guess that's fair. But what's next?

Taxes, house, car, education (later which I'll have to pay), then family, voting, food, work...and the list goes on. Sometimes I lie in bed and think how adults are actually able to deal with all that, and all the stress that comes along with it. And then I ask how I will survive it myself.

In short, the reins of life are slowly being transferred from my parents, to me. Their problems concerning me will eventually become mine...and more.

No wonder there're so many cases of tax evasion, chalked-up debts, and broken families. Some people simply can't assume responsibility, can't accept responsibility. They try to escape it, and those are the results, the sad statistics.

So why do we even want responsibility? Why so when there are undesired end results? For awhile I was tormented by these questions, and for awhile the answer eluded me.

And then I slap myself on my forehead and say 'why am I so stupid?'—it's in me all along.

Responsibility is tied to trust. So having responsibility means you have the trust of someone, somewhere to do your job and to do it right. For instance, my mum trusts me to keep my room neat and the government trusts the taxpayer to pay his taxes. My family was trusted upon to take care of someone's dog while he was overseas.

It is also tied to pride, pride in making sure you do your job right, be it to please other people or not. Then comes the final link in the chain—satisfaction, especially so when you've done a good job. You swell with pride, or at least pat yourself on the back when you've made good on your taxes, to quote an example. Point is, without responsibility, you won't gain trust, and then you won't gain satisfaction for satisfying. Your life depends on responsibility. That's how the world works.

So I look upon the grand scheme of things, and sigh. But then I realise it's actually better for me, the feeling of trust, for no-one likes lying around and being completely useless and helpless. For being helpless and useless is not the way life should be spent.

For those who think responsibility is something you run away from, this is your chance to think twice. It's not worth it.

Till then~
(3
more days!)