Everyday is an exciting day for me. Today, my left hand was in a stranger's mouth for a cool 30 seconds. It was Subject Registration Day. Me, Tim, Kenny, Fai and Anto were in CITS before it was even 1030. FYI, subject registration was supposed to start at 1230. Seriously, the registration system helps cultivate the kiasu culture in us Singaporeans. Anyway, we were there discussing possible tactics and strategies. Fai taught us to click submit and then press enter continously to increase our hit rate. Kenny suggested raising false alarms around CITS to distract the competitors. Lame tactics were emerging to ease our tense nerves as 1230 crept nearer. And whoosh! The page loaded slowly, but surely. Fai got his at the first attempt, while me, Tim, Kenny and Anto were left devastated by our 50% hit rate. We shouted out the next indexes in line, and viola! we were done. Even the fact that we would have 8 hours of tutorials straight on Tuesday couldn't take away our satisfactions. 2 minutes was all it took for all of us to get the same timetable. High 5s were five-d, laughters all around. Everyone was happy... ..till the guy in front of us self-destructed. He was banging his head against the table, raising his hands uphigh, as if challenging the computer to give him a better timetable. The gal beside him was worried. The guy would then stand up and tremble and growl with eyes rolled up, before collapsing onto the floor eventually. We rushed forward to catch his fall. The gal was frantic. "Don't let him bite his tongue off!" The next second saw my left hand stuffed on top of his foamy tongue. What a mistake, I thought, for I had place my fingers in, instead of the more fleshy palm. My mind was filled with "What if he bite? Another surgery for me?" Luckily for me, a wallet would come to replace my precious fingers. He soon went into unconscious state, snoring deeply and strangely. We rested him down, my salivery left hand subconsciously wiping itself against the poor guy's shirt. We took a look at the poor guy's screen. His timetable was a hectic 5-day week including 4 830am slots. I supposed anyone would have fainted upon seeing it. Sigh. On a sidenote, we concluded that we were partially at fault for his fit. High 5s and victory pats should never be exchanged in an environment that had so much stake put onto it.