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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
1:06 PM
orientation day ONE
9.06 pm
please i'm going to slam some people hear so if you don't mind, please excuse me. i won't hate you if you press the red button at the top right hand corner today though, its really worthless reading this 30 million pile of crap.
day one of orientation and i'm already hating it. argh. first they lag outside and open the audi doors late. they say 7.30 am den they end up opening at abt 8 am. after that have a whole bloody long list of speakers talking cock, one after another.
first up was ang wee hiong introducing us to the hwachong farmily and stuff, bragging about our BSP our scholars and our humarnities program. later den we found out tt ang the CEO of hci was actually masquerading as ang the con man. he scammed us by reading from a script in the handbook given out to everyone.
after him was the other various heads of program thingys and then they talk crab until abt 10.30 to give us a really really long break of 30 minutes!! woooooooooooooo~ feeling like damn pissed off me sean ernest weeliang nicholas sheng heng went to coro to eat and heck care about the 30 minutes break. just strolled out of school even with the dean watching us ambling out of school. first day of school and we're breaking the rules already. woah. it feels like outright wierdy to see my ex-majors and leaders going about trying to break rules just because they buay song teachers.
i think its times like this where i really feel the band spirit. i mean, with my class it wouldn't even happen. a few of us wanted to go high school side canteen to eat during the talks (because the jc side food is so shitty) and half the class didn't want to go cuz they humzi scared scolded by teacher so in the end no one went. whereas in the band its like, one go all go. all die together.all just stroll out of school poking fun at the stupid AEP teacher who made us stay back although i think only 5% of the ppl were going to AEP. and eat slowly and joke with the coro cock-eye auntie. and complain about the world's best chicken in golden rooster (irony?). and then slowly stroll back to school. and when we found out tt some stupid bitch was talking on stage and giving hell to all late comers we just all humzi at the band room and lag around till she went off. the kind of one-for-all-all-for-one spirit of bandits06 really make me feel part of the band. in class its every man for himself. maybe that's there's this comarderie that exists between all band members. i mean, most. haha.
anyway, we went back and they went for ice-breakers and all hwachong guys dao everyone else and got discriminated in the proccess and i dunno la in my group there was this brave lone ranger RI kia who everytime kena saboed during ice-breakers. ~dunno why la~ its just coincidence. it must be.
anyway we went back to the hall for some dance session after that. dance. of all things, dance. what the heck. it really sucks la, and i was damn tired after it all. i really really really feel like just *ungh* twisting soon huat the OGL's head off his stupid neck cause i dunno, i was damn freaking tired and bochap about it and yet he somehow just forces me to keep up my faked happy and ever-enthu spirit without telling me so. some kind of power he has. argh. and after that cheers session and song session. oh please la. gimme a break. i dun mid cheering, i dun mind singing, but i really, really hate dancing. and a combi of all 3 would be a lethal dose of 'fun' for me. just feel like dropping dead in the middle of nowhere and going to sleep for eternity. to top it all i have this prc from river valley who danced with me. the only time she talked to me was when she asked if i wanted to move a bit cuz it was a bit cramp (at least tt's what i think she said) and i couldn't really understand her chinese and i shut up shop after tt. i mean, i ARGH. CHINESE? oh sorry my dear cheena friend if you ever read this by some awesome stroke of unluck, please dun take it to heart.
anyway after tt i was damn tired, i was damn dirty, and i wanted to go home in a bus rid of all banglas. sorry bruthurs, you didn't offend me much today, i just feel a teeny weeny bit racist.
and tomorrow is preeetty much the same thing, speech in the morning, followed by water bomb/games followed by more dance and more singing and more more more cheering.
god save me please.
because cider is the elixir of life