Whooooo ha. its been long since i posted something on the blogpage. Lazy i am, therefore i dun keep this well maintained. Maybe this makes this blog more unique. People like it prim and proper and themes and crap. To me, this is some place where i empty out what happened, lock, air for viewing, ok, that's it. done.

Past 10 days was FOW. freshman orientation week for those who dunno, and for those who do, it had been fun. Knew a lot of people like the FOW prez, JQ-kun, the forgot his appointment IC, J-kun, and the small and kawaii and overhyper and forever on drugs girl YS-chan. Anyway, recap.

First day(thursday) was meet da freshman. They really ARE fresh. All blur, wondering what's going on, and there i was, telling them all sorts of crap and wondering what i can do to make them at least speak. Ice breaker was really fun, if your idea of fun is dance in front of a group of freshmen that just got together wondering what is going on, and there you are prancing in front of them and doing a pole dance. Wow that sure was fascinating.

G***m san was scheduled to do a CM module introduction. For those in the know, yeah, G-san is a fuck-off. For those who don't. its better you dun, for your safety's sake. A 10 minute introduction became a life story narration, like his life only revolved around work, flash and maya. Show some family pictures already! I can imagine him at his birthday party, showing off a demostration of maya. "I R TEH KNOES MAYA! HURHURHUR"

Mass dance was like humiliation. Sure its fun, its a form of bonding, but when you tell a person with a motor neuron deficency, such as me, to do a syncro dance, it just comes out very weird. Much as i appreciate J-Kun for his effort, it wasnt enjoyable. I lack the dance nerve to enjoy it. Much less perform. Its the same as te old uncle loving sex, but needs the Viagra to enjoy it. Lacking which, sex is just playing tennis without the ball.

Second day(friday) was more moving. and i really mean the physical disposition, not emotional tides coming forth and fro. NUS uncovered, it was nicknamed. It also showed my incapability to read maps. Dammit. Even my freshman can point out which bus goes to where. The waypoints don't seem to follow well too. Whoever plots to go north then south and then north again? Anyhow it was fun, doing the minigames and yelling a cheer before and after each station. Makes the embarassment less embarassing. Hur hur hur, embarassing embarassment. Can you say "obvious"?
But FASS really woke me up. Shrieking girls, huge numbers, colourful shirts... Never knew NUS harboured wildlife too. I wanted to jump into their center to grab the mike for 3 volunteers. But they had a briefing just when i wanted to pull the stunt. crap. Oh well. Beats making FASS my enemy too.

Oh yeah, and night dinner was carl's jr. The burger was NOT junior. It was definitely senior with a hugeass carl inside it. Its small, but the free flow coke make the buns expand. Curse you, spongy bun makers. Reason for the hugeass burger meal was that its the mark of 68 adventurous months with my girlfriend. i say adventurous, cos if all 68 months had been peaceful and war-free, there would be no excitement of love in our relationship. Music made from our romance would be like fur-elise put on infinite loop, probably from a scratched record. Our theme music is more of heavy metal with L`arc En Ciel on the vocals, and with a LOT of rappers, and Will Smith leading the gang, and probably with a 200 strong orchestra behind them all. I love my romance.

the weekend was a breather. But friday had drove me into the mood. How could i sit still? so i ended up bringing my girlfriend into the estacy high mood as well. Spread the joy, no?

Monday was kinda hazy. What did i do on monday? ..... crap.

No wonder i forgot. monday was FIC. Basically it was a simple talk in the morning about algo solving by J-kun and CK-kun. From what i see, 50% were knocked out cold by algorithms that seem to exist from Mensa IQ tests, and the other 50% including me was kinda sleeping away.

FIC itself was a drab. For those who know, yeah its boring in there and outside. For those who do not know, its boring inside it and out. Hur hur hur. Spent the waiting time watching ken parry chun li's kicks and repeat plays of sagat TIGRRR TIGRRR TIGRRR. Wow, the excitements of my life. In the end, i got my ass kicked good and proper in puzzle bobble. And i thought it was supposed to be simple!! That was monday. wheee.

Tuesday. what was known as national day eve is now known as "NUS FRESHMEN AND SENIORS PLAGUE THE STREETS OF SINGAPORE RIPPING HARD EARNED MONEY FROM THE PUBLIC" day. If you happen to step in the streets of singapore, you will see a light blue shirt every few meters or so. (friends of the foriegn lands, if you imagine beggars combing the streets in your neighbourhood, its similiar, except we're cleaner). I had promised my freshmen that 2 hours will be money collecting. Ended up i had cheated them of the fun time, and all went to money collecting. Or as i call it, stripping the public of their money. You may have your views, but i have my own. A roadshow probably earns more.

Wednesday was my soul's reprieve. National day, where the nation shoots fireworks for my girlfriend's mum's birthday. I like national day after i got to know my girlfriend, cos i get to eat cake everytime on this day. That day also had pizza and KFC(where they do chicken wrong. Very wrong. Trust me, festive KFC is never done right), kindly sponsored by my lovely darling. If you think i call her that because she treated me, I'll step on one of your balls. (girls, well, i'll deem that you're jealous) One only, cos you MAY be right. But its in the past.
After which is Gaming FEVAAAAA and qiang's place. RBO always rock. and the female merchant is a parrying queen. only weakness is running into danger at every opportunity in hopes of blocking that one lethal hit. what i keep forgetting is, its called "lethal" for a reason.
That explains the 4 hours of non stop RBO. After that was Little brittan. Hilarious comedy, bringing the term "humour" to an extreme. Left qiang's place making the irritating "EH EH EHHHHH" sound as well as saying "i wun dat un!" every now and then. If you know, well, you'll chuckle. If you dun, dun ask me next time you see me. p.s. after this night, the lyrics "The internet is for porn~ So grab your dick and double click~ Porn porn porn~~" got stuck in my mind. Fuck you qiang.

Thursday was basically a continuation of wednesday. basically i didnt sleep. which explains why i look so wasted on thursday. Anyhow, started off the early bits of thursday morning with a mac hotcakes. Its my SOP after not sleeping anyway. Goooooo sugar rush. Drew had his swimming in syrup, so soaked isnt that big a health risk, no? napped here and there during A-san's lecture on UNIX. Hey', that's what lectures are for right? Sleep first, listen out for important points from ur friends later, no? No? holy crap. Anyhow, KC-san also took a hand in entertaining the freshies while preparations were made for "ULLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTIMATEEE FRISBEEEEEE"
sounds like a deathmatch area with a metal disc that can decapacitate a human being, but no. No man can do that with 100% accuracy. Even if there is, i dun wanna know.

Anyhow, i lugged my ass out onto that field, foot rot and all, and into the arena. Suffered a split wound, a 1-9 trashing (Hey, at least we scored) and whiplash from staying up all night. It was fun, but well, try having a lung that can cave in anytime, a leg with a cut and lemon squeezed into it, and hands that cant coordinate with mind that point of impact, and tell me how fun is that.

Friday, grand finale. wheee. I dunno to be happy or sad. Happy that i can at last sleep well. sad that HELL IS COMING AGHHHH. 4 core core core modules. Can you say "hardcore"? Anyway, J-kun made a hugeass snake and ladders, Gotta say it rocks. Cos of the forfeits. And the prizes. and the forfeits. And the fun. And the forfeits. And the forfeits. Did i mention the forfeits are fun? Anyway, my group(Myreans) won a lot of stuff. The irritating thing was once we won, the better prize is fished out. Can you say" WTFOMGBBQZARGH"? I got kinda in the mood and leapt on all the chairs all around. You know, how many chances do you get to stand on the LT chairs and not get scolded? Overall, all had fun.

...except the part that all the counsellours got hauled out to get a lecturing/tongue lashing/scolding/flaming (delete one) from KC-san. Apparently, he wasnt pleased that some of the counsellours were surfing po... something on their laptops(grab your dick and... not too appropriate here.) and so he urged all people to stir up the freshmen. Or at least convince them to look like they're having fun. Maybe that's where the porn came in.

Friday night was a stayover. May as well. Sat was Rag day. I wonder why its called rag, when everything on that day is elaborate and grand? Anyway i had some chattings with my freshies here and there, now and then. We seen if we can help the float, which we don't have much opportunities. Oh well. So went to talk to T-kun about his experiences and fun in his 1 year exchange in the US. Apparently, NUS is a very big name overseas. That should be KEWL, if not for the fact im eating Bs and Cs now, and i had my ass kicked by a D+. Yeah, i'd feel better if not for the grades im getting.

*SCANDAL* What you are about to read is not true, except for the part about the blanket, which was actually a sleeping bag, and that the girl that covered me with the "blanket" is chased after by dozens of guys, and that my life is in peril for posting this, because i find it very worth posting. hohoho.... ARE YOU LOSERS OUT THERE JEALOUS??? WAHAHAHAH~!!!

anyhow, i knocked out after helping move the float (rubbish, its moving on wheels to "float") to the field which i forgot the name. My freshies, MS-chan and ST-chan tried to cover me, but i think they're scared i'll wake up and pounce on them, or that they like me. Whatever. So they dare not cover me with the blanket. sleeping bag. argh.. then YS-chan came over and saw them in that awkward position. meh. So she simply covered me with that blankie. throughout im awake and watching with a slit-eye. Since there's no knives or murderous pantings, i see no need to intevene. Anyway, mind says go, body says no, so i just laid there stoned.

Rag day. Saturday. The day that everyone in the committee is waiting for. The day that i had 2 hours of sleep and barely surviving on a 500ml of coke, one leg with an open wound, the other sprained from having to carry the weight of my no-go body. to top it off, no macdonalds hot cakes soaked in maple syrup. My system could not kick start. And i lost my voice from cheering my ass off. hur hur, throat cheers ass, hur hur hur.

So i had my saturday started off from what people would see as a very good start. limping all over the place, cheering and some jeering(We hate biz fac, but its a secret. shhh...) Hall floats are the star attraction, since faculty floats were made from nothing, and hall floats were made from cash. Rag day itself had colour, and music, as well as 2 MCs that could not do much on their own even with microphones. You can give them 1000AMP speakers and mice can squeak louder than them. Nevertheless, what pissed me off was when the angel/devil performance was over and they exphasized the theme of "past vs present". Well, if they are trying an insult, they pulled it off inelegantly. No prize for guessing how they told a kid with cancer he's going to die.
Overall, a lot of cheering. I basically was disabled from using a tone of voice any higher than Hulk Hogan, and my legs were screaming to be chopped off. Gah. But that's the price of fun. Had a huge lunch, since its a buffet, and im Singaporean. Go figure. Ended the day with swinging YS-chan by the waist and chucking to Kmr-kun. From which i really concluded the senior attach Z-kun has a torch for YS-chan, since he gripped my shoulder nerve forcefully when i lifted YS-chan off her feet. That really hurt, and it already earned him a credit for a crotch blow DX with added boost. But it also showed how gutless he is to express his fondness for YS-chan, since he referred her as his "daughter". Get the fuck out of my face with this "family" shit. Either she's ur friend or she's your girl or she has no part in your life. Fuck off. If you are going to rip my nerves out for your own fondness, get her to accept you first. And since she has no qualms of me lifting her off her feet, stay the fuck out.

Other than that, its been fun. Lugged my ass home, soaked my screaming feet in warm water to calm them down first. then to cancel the outing i had planned for my princess, since mind AND body says no now. That concludes the FOW+Rag saga.

If my freshmen read this blog, comment, but leave ur names. I have a habit of glorifying my blog with those anomymous entries. And for people going to flame me, i thank you first. Your useless, senseless, tactless, classless entries are what helps me sharpen my wit and enighten the world to your useless presence. Try finding your worth in life, like what God had planned for you. Cheers, peace out, and i'll prolly edit here and there for what i missed out.