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

CXXXVIII – NOT Away.

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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!~

CXXXVII – Away.

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FOC till Wednesday

will write about it after then!

Also, my room is complete! Cheers!

Till then!~

CXXXVI - Thought

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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!)

CXXXV – Nukes, Tron, and the Folding Bed

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Came across a Straits Times article concerning the possible destabilisation of North Korea. More protests and dissent, say informants and think-tanks, maybe exacerbated by its currency revaluation which appears to have done more harm than good (well obviously, otherwise why would people complain?).

Questions of Kim Jong Il's ailing rumoured ailing health and the succession issue has made the situation more precarious. Power struggle, it seems, is almost inevitable in the secretive state. And while South Korea, whose warship is blown in two near disputed waters at the maritime border coincidentally around the same time as the publication of the article, possibly due to a stray (or 'stray') mine floating about in the cold waters, is the one most at risk, followed by the US of A, I believe we here too, even though thousands of miles away, are at risk.

Here's why:

Nobody knows how many nukes the North has, but Mr Kim does. All those missile tests last year (or the year before?) have unnerved so many, for the capabilities of such weapons are already known. Should they be used in retaliation in the regime's dying days or, worse still, by trigger-happy power-grabbers, the consequences will be pretty much like this...

...and then the rest is history.

Also the article raised the possibility that, in the countless refugees that pour into neighbouring countries, there could be terrorists, radicals that can make their presence readily known in the form of a suspicious-looking package left behind at a crowded marketplace that would jeopardise many civilians' lives. Who would want that to happen with all the terror crap that has already happened these past few years, not forgetting the one in Moscow not 3 days ago?

I guess you wouldn't need any more convincing. And honestly, I wouldn't want to think about it either, the effects are so morbid. Sometimes I wonder why I'm born into such a volatile day and age, even though things actually seem more stable than before?

Hey, DPRK says it's willing to get back into denuclearization talks (even though it walked out of it), and we're all glad about that, but what happens if it fails, again? What if this is only N.Korea putting on a mask and being two-faced? No-one knows, and no-one wants to know.

~

Anyhow, Disney is releasing a movie in Winter 2010, and by looking at the trailers, I'm guessing Tron: Legacy will be quite an awesome movie.

Here are the trailers...

Teaser.
Official Tron Legacy Trailer

Preview.
TRON LEGACY Trailer #2

Cool, right? It's 9 months away but I think it'll be worth the wait! :D BTW Tron: Legacy is the sequel to the 1982 film Tron, and it takes place 27 years after the latter (real time). :D

And of course, my bed's arrived! Well, not a bed exactly, but a sofa-bed! It's already filled half of my remaining room space, and I guess now I have my own room, with no interruptions from my siblings (that is, if I lock the door, otherwise they'll come in anyways :/) I'll put up a picture of it once the rest of the room has been put up and spruced up!

Now, 4 more days! :D

Till then!~

CXXXIV – All Better!

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Says it all really.

And it was achieved by sleeping on my brother's bed for 1½ hours. Testament to how dusty my room really is.

Now, if I can keep it dust-free, I can avoid this 3½ day episode from ever happening again, period. Don't want to spoil my experience at FOC now, right? J

Till then!~ (now the house needs sprucing up :/)

CXXXIII – Cold sweat

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Oh great, I've fallen sick. Yet again.

That puts my illness tally to 2 bouts in 3 days.

Thing is, I feel unbearably warm, and I sweat (in bed, mind you), yet a touch of wind chills me to the core and gives me sneezing fits and a runny nose. The bed being rather dusty might be a factor: I'll have to vacuum it soon. Me not sleeping enough is yet another reason, so I'll say goodbye to late-nights too. ):

I hope this ends soon, 'cos camp will be on in a week (read: A WEEK!), so I'll need all the fitness I need to sustain sleepless nights till Wednesday! 16◦C air-conditioning there will make sleeping very difficult indeed anyways. Damn, if February was scorching, March is pretty polar. Singapore's weather has bipolar issues! :O

Anyways, ordered the bed, chose the table, and bought the lights for my room, so I guess it should be ready for full habitation in a week! Brilliant! Finally something I actually look forward to in the house...!

And, oh yes! I'm blogging again!

Till then!~

CXXXII - Hits and Misses

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Devils!

McAfee virus scan is taking forever to scan my laptop, so I've taken the liberty to kill some time.
~

Being a facilitator has really opened me up as a person. Sure, I may still be rather reserved and quiet, but least it's an improvement from last time, when saying "hi" was pretty hard for me to manage. To put it in perspective, I'm breaking the ice. Slowly, but surely.

Breaking away from harbour isn't the easiest thing to do. And now I'm doing something that deals with people, and the camp will tell if I can cope with that (which hopefully will be the case :D). With support from my cluster, the Devils (ftw!), it shouldn't be hard! I'll just have fun and make more new friends! :D

To quote from Mark Twain, "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." In 20 years I'll look back on this and smile. Forged friendships, inexhaustible fun. (:

I've missed many opportunities before, and I regret it, so I shall make FOC as memorable as I can! :D

Till then!~

CXXXI – Saving Grades

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I've just found a terrific way of saving my grades and pulling it up above 3.6.

Get As. Not just any old A, but one for all modules as well.

And oh, did I mention I have to do this for the remaining 2 years in Poly? I mean, how...hard can it be?

This though shall wait till the 19^th...now it's R&R. (:

Till then~

CXXX - Bittersweet

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Half the holidays have come and gone. And as the title implies, it has been one with some conflict in my mind.

Bitter:
Got my results yesterday, and I wasn't pleased. For me anything below a GPA 3.0 is just not good enough. The standards I've exerted on myself have failed me. So many in my course got a 3.4 and above, it only begs the questions: what happened? Didn't I do well enough?
I can only think I've got my inter-sem results to blame. I did so horrendously. Final exams were much better, but perhaps the losses incurred before could not be covered. Oh well.
Anyhow, sophomore year will have a fresh set of modules, a clean slate. And although my overall cumulative GPA will always be affected by this episode, I believe I will come back from the dead. At least a GPA 3.5, please—I need it. Just hope that the 20-40-40 rule will stand. That freshman year's damages will be minimised. ):

And then there's the light at the end of the tunnel—DEVILS! :D

Sweet:
I have recently returned from my facilitators' Bonding camp. I was exhausted at the end, but it was completely worthwhile! Our cluster (Devils) has grown so much in these 2 days, and of course, we bonded! We shouted cheers (which in creation seems to be second nature HAHA), played games and took on challenges together—little wonder we were able to befriend each other so well! In between we had meals together, danced together, laughed together, ran together. In essence, we've bonded together far better than through all the trainings combined. (: GO DEVILS!
Following Sunday we'll meet up again for FOC! And we'll try to be as (legally) high as we can get for the freshmen! :DDD
Additionally, my room is almost 100% complete! A week ago it was a complete wreck (so has the rest of the house); now it only lacks a proper bed and work table, but even then I can finally sleep in my own bedroom for the 1^st time in 8 years! Eight! By the end of the month my room should be ready! (:

OK so that sums up my post...maybe I should post more often. Anyways at least I ended it on a happy, light note! Will spend the rest of the hols happy, and come Apr 19 I will start studying real hard once again!
10 days to FOC!~

Till then! (:

P.S. I've become obsessed with the harpsichord; it is like a piano, but to me it's far more fascinating and regal! Scarlatti is the best amongst the harpsichordists!
Domenico Scarlatti's Sonata in G major, K. 455
~

CXXIX – Music, what the doctor ordered

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OK, so I am typing away in the wee hours of the morning. But then again, it's the only time I can, given the mess my place is in now.

Do allow me to begin.~

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I have always loved classical music. It took me away from this fast-paced, relentless world and into a parallel universe so surreal it would feel like a dream. And I would float in it, like a butterfly would flutter about.

That is, until the outside world permeates through my earphones and drags me back into reality. That I dread.

My love and appreciation for such music had been with me since childhood, since my ears first caught its exuberance, its richness, its wonder. It teases you with quick, playful tones; it haunts your innermost soul with mournful cries. It is able to evoke even the most deep-seated of emotions, forcing them out with its power. You would not readily find modern pop or rock which can affect one's emotion to that degree.

While my siblings blast modern music out of their handphones and sing along to their hearts' content (which I don't mind—I do like a good many of them), I would still revel in tunes already centuries old. It does not matter which era they belong to, be it Baroque, Romantic or early Contemporary, I like them all the same. And I have to agree with one YouTuber: "anybody who can write music and have it be remembered and played centuries after their death is one hell of a musician."

Being in the choir for four years gave me such an outlet. So I can't play the organ. Or the piano. Or the violin, guitar, trombone or any instrument, for that matter. It didn't matter, for I still had an in-built instrument for that express purpose of creating music.

My voice.

Mr Toh is a conductor with passion for music. And he showed it brilliantly in his conducting, and the choir itself. The results speak for themselves. And under him, my love for choral music grew as well. Be it folk songs, carols, or old prayers, he managed to instil in us that love for music. And it is because we love it that we sing well too (maybe not in rehearsals, though).

He is a great conductor, not just in the sense of achievements and awards, but what his choirs could gain in return—friendships that last, and a healthy passion for singing. I will never forget how much he has influenced me in that aspect, that which I have unending gratitude for.

Those four years have come and gone, but the music stays. I'm listening to more pop songs now, and I reckon some of them to be darned good. And with that you would think classicals are a thing of the past.

But like I said, I have always loved classical music. And that love shall stay forevermore.
~

It's 2.57am now. Would like to wish Mr Toh a very happy birthday. (:

Till then!~

CXXVIII – Epilogue of sorts

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It's over. And I still can't wrap my head round it.

MOB was fine, very easy actually, a sentiment echoed by all my peers at school.
Accounting was easy too, to my pleasant surprise. My greatest success was perhaps being able to reconcile the bank statement with company ledgers, something I used to dread BIG time. Still, I think I can only muster a B overall, 'cos my MST results really, really sucked.
Economics was fine, but could have done better :/
The real bugbear comes from Statistics, which lost me lots of marks, and to make things less comfortable, it accounts for 40% of my total Stats marks. Damn.

No point crying over spilt marks though—who cares, it's over! All there is to it now are the results and GPA, which will come out roughly in 3 weeks' time. My hopes for making Honour Roll list have faded...

...which leads me to my next point: ambition. I have my ambitions, and I think I know how to get there, but to do so require sacrifice. Lots and lots of it. Clichéd, I know, but it doesn't kill to drive reality home...right? Anyway, isn't the Uni route what everyone wants, what everybody yearns for?

Guess not. Haha. Not all my friends opt for that route anyhow.

OK, now to my post-exam activities. My class went to the Cathay @ Orchard to watch Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. It was so-so, given the weak plot (the book was much better), but at least there was the CGI to fall back to, as well as the various battles involving Medusa (Uma Thurman), Hydra, and the lightning thief himself. I doubt that it was $8 well spent, even with a stellar cast backing the movie.
After that a few of us went to the arcade and played Outrun, BishiBashi and the touch-cube thingy. Good fun all around. Thereafter I had dinner before going home at around 11pm.

This isn't the end.

There's cycling with the class at East Coast Park tomorrow (which will burn us. I mean, it's heatwave season!), then facilitator bonding sessions during much of the March hols, followed shortly after by a Bonding camp, Freshman Orientation Camp early in April, and finally Freshman Orientation Programme a week before classes recommence. To fill the gaps in between I've been thinking about a mash-up party, a class reunion or two, choir meetup, choir concert, lots of gym and not forgetting transforming a storeroom into MY bedroom.

That pretty much sums up my holidays, and my post for the day. Now my next biggest agenda is to lose that belly fat...damn. Running, and lots of it, should do the trick!

Till then!~ xD