My stomach is giving me the jitters. Every now and then, the muscles within would contract, squeezing every ounce of energy left in me. And every now and then I would bobian-ly rush to the loo to release the disturbing piece of shit, all the while thinking that this trip should mark the end of my trauma, considering the limited amount of food I have consumed ever since the cramps started its attack on me. How wrong, how wrong. Curious me decides to explore what is left to be shitted. Not trying to be erxin here, but I have to make sure [doubly and triplely] that it was normal stuff that I'm excreting out. In fact, I was half expecting the scene of an internal part of me ending in my toilet bowl. The bowl, the bowl... I saw a hum. The seafood delight that I must have whenever char kway teow is being ordered. More hums and hums. Strangely enough, they were critically exposed as hum, not being covered up by dark brown matters commonly known as shit. I started to wonder if something is wrong with my body. My concerns were justified as a piece of kway teow was left hanging, uncovered by brown matter, on the inside walls of my bowl after I finished my business. I'm seeking medical attention soon.

Thought I would drop by for a blog, something which I enjoyed doing extremely [in the past], but somehow or rather, deceased its way to boredom, and more boredom, so much that I couldn't have the cheeks to regard the blog as my own. Fortunately, this period coincides with a time when my life gets more happening, and happening, and happening, [or so it seems]. To cry or glee with delight? You be the judge. Anyway, I shall summarise my post-1st-week reflections on being a super-uber outstanding veteran cum senior with zai and pro written all over my face, in a nutshell. Not your $600,000 peanut, as my AA201 tutor explained ever-so-eagerly the overused and overrated NKF joke that somehow got only my toes giggling. The reason why it is ever regarded as funny is beyond my level of IQ and apprehension. Do advice me on my options. 'Neway, here goes: 1. There seems to be limitless freshies in this year's intake. They are like ants, swarming the complex aimlessly, clogging up the canteens, taking their own sweet time in the access lab, making me [and indirectly, my friends] moneyless, for the ATMs queues were ever so long, and finally making me seatless at my favourite supper hangout. You can tell whether a being is a freshie, because they have a blur-cock face that looks like mine a year ago. We can only sigh. 2. For every 5-10 freshies whom you walked past, one of them would probably pounce onto you and ask for directions. The reason they ask us is probably we don't look like them, and in that I mean we don't have a cock face. When you walk out of the canteen and see a cock face, you quickly run past the ATMs towards 8 Flags. And when you see a platoon of cock faces with Acer flyers in their hands, you run upstairs towards MLT. And when you see an LT-full of cock faces streaming out from the theatre, you run towards the direction of the access lab. Up the mammoth stairs you go, yet more cock faces. To the Audi and then the N.Spine, I ran and ran till I reached my recruitment fair booth, where I was supposed to enlighten cock faces. But when a group of ah-tiongs with cock faces finally asked where my IIC booth is, I ran out of NTU altogether. 3. I was pretty amazed by how NBS FOC had helped me in getting to know more friends. As in, being the CP of an OG allows me to interact with the seniors of 7 other OGs. Which is a pretty good deal, for every 5-10 seniors that I walked past nowadays, one of them would probably pounce onto me and say hi, because we are both from FOC, and we are both cool, and we have zai and pro written all over our faces. Sak sak sak. 4. That Campus Concert tickets are real easy to get. Most people in NTU believes in hard work. I regard them as hardcore members of simple-minded-ness. People like me believes in connections and a smart eye for details. It took only a click for me to get a pair of tickets and a CAC friend to get another for Fan Fan's concerto. It only takes knowing me for Sebas and Limin to zhuan the loot. Yay! I can smell jealousy brewing somewhere. 5. That living in hall is a sad thing because whenever you claimed you strive for a low profile in hall, you most probably wanted badly for somebody to accompany you for dinner. But then the number of people that you deem fit to accompany you in this hall is so negligible that you would be better off having dinner with your MSN pals. 6. That most people expected a list of 10 things, but I simply couldn't come up with it because it is 3am now, and I have an 0830 lesson tomorrow, and I am no superhero, and so I am not as zai as we thought. Tata.

As I left the house for the brand new semester, I could feel a sense of 'bu she de-ness' from my mum. The usual reminders which she constantly gave were back firing. 'Hp chargers bring already anot? Windbreaker? Keys? Got bring enough clothes?' I did remember to bring all. After all, I'm 22 oreadi! Nevertheless, these 'getting-on-my-nerves' reminders have made me a more careful person throughout the years. There was a tinge of regret as I left the house. I've got 3 months of holiday, but none spent fruitfully with the family. Sigh. Nonetheless, here I am in my new room, discounted ($550 only) to the extreme, fully equipped with neccessities to the extreme as well. A tv, a powerful PC with solid sound system plus 4GB of music, a CEO swivel armchair and an 'as-tall-as-me' fridge. What else can I ask for? What's most fantastic is that I have a super uber friendly roommate. How wonderfully luxurious living befits onto me-self! A busy day awaits hours later, but I'm still alive and kicking, busily burning CDs for freshies, seniors and Limin alike. My mouth still smells of the prawns that I hastily consumed earlier in a 'all-hell-break-loose' steamboat dinner with the CPs. YC had also finally done something fruitful with the mass photos and videos he took from ages back. The reason behind his long production were beyond anyone's guess, but heck lar..can't be bothered. 'Piano' is my latest craze on iTunes. Uohhh... I hope Topaz cries tomorrow for everything that Merlot has done for them. Evil me, I like to see people cry. I will cry if Yingsheng pushes the entire NTC project to me tomorrow. Tata.

Hostile. NBS kana 'bowled' by Topaz. We are the 'yandao chiobu'. They are the 'laogao tebu'. All the flashbacks coming strongly from the mast collection of NBS FOC clips. Shiok!

The bowl, the bowl, the bowl is stuck; It needs no flushing, 'cos they all like shit, like shit, like shit....LIKE SHIT!!

看我们队伍, 雄壮威武, 看他们队伍, 胆小如鼠! 听我们声音, 大喊大叫, 听他们声音, 就想睡觉! 看我们这边, yandao chiobu, 看他们那边, laogu tebu! La~la~la~la~la~la~la~la~la~~回家啦!!

The truth about hall camps - they suck. It only took a few hours for me to make this conclusion, especially with the Hall9 camp last year still fresh in my mind. But no camps could get any worse than the one I'm at now. The reasons for my never-before sian-ness all point towards the CGL, the well and source of all boredom. Never mind being unfair for making too early a judgement, my impression of him is that he is someone full of himself, not giving a fuck about anybody else 'cept his freshies and his sidekick. He hardly made the effort to integrate the SAs into any sort of activities; And I thought we as seniors are here to interact and have fun as well. In the end, the SAs were merely tagging behind - neither playing nor cheering together as an OG. The cheers were kum pua boring as well. Bananas, watermelons, coconuts, bananas. SIAN!!! The fact that I'm an unknown SA meant alot to him. He was unwilling to merge me in. Seriously, I can't be bothered either. Guess that I would break camp as early as tomorrow. Visiting Shuting and Honwui later on.. Btw, the room that I've got is nice and cosy. I like..

The ongoing love-hate saga reached its conclusion, thankfully. Although the end-result is not what I had wished for, I was equally glad that it has gotten itself out of my life. It seems that everything that was left hanging in the air cleared and evaporated as the summer holidays threaten to end itself. TZ apologized [with a can of cold coke] about hiking the hall price; I got myself a cheap double room for the coming sem as a result; I sold my fridge; I'm starting to get the hang of being the publicity director for IIC. With what's remaining in my summer vacation, I decided to spend it on Hall 5 camp. Not exactly a wise decision, considering the fact that I've unfinished business in IIC. But I can't be bothered. Can I?

2 years from now. Reality bites. Sigh. Belly bulging. Sian Ji Bua. [Reading: Photoshop 7 - Down and Dirty Tricks]

Was at Dan's convocation this morning. Not exactly an eye-opener. I could guess the proceedings a mile away - speech, prize giving, handshakes with dean, throw square hats, take photos. Anyway I was late, resulting in a hefty $16 gone. Took cab. Zhuan back when Uncle Dan gave us pizza hut treat. HA. Afterwhich I went to Xinyi's condo for Merlot gathering. Can't help but feel that the sudden enthusiasm is shortlived. Anyway, better than nothing. Had tennis, swim and dinner, followed by a meeting to settle the welfare fund and the photos took during FOC. Incredible us took a total of 670plusMB of photos. We only just managed to squeeze them into a single CD/R. Another CD/R would be intended solely for the countless videos we took. We zhuan dao siao lar... Should I go for Hall 5 camp? Hmmm....

Things reached a bump. Was talking to her on MSN just now. We weren't even talking. We were like bickering, with the chat ending within minutes. Seriously don't understand what's wrong with her. All I wanted was to sit down and have a nice chat, but her tone suggested 'Let's pick up a fight instead!' Damn pek chek by the way things are going. Perhaps I'm being misleaded all the while. Time to get away from all these shit and get my brains purified. Nabeis. Complications. CCB.

When you can't do anything about it, you blog about it. Can't help but feel a sense of helplessness within me. The lunch meeting lasted only 1 hour, with her exiting from the corner of my eyes in a matter of seconds. She got to go home and do the laundry before the sun sets. What else can I do? I wanted to ask her out another day, but the mild enthusiasm in her hesitated me. The words were left hanging in my mouth, unspoken. Mixed feelings all around, leaving me to wonder if I should persist. The sad tune of 一路向北 triggered and stirred my emotions even further as Jay sang from my Shuffle. I sat in the bus staring into the distance, feeling the same kinda helplessness that I thought Takumi would have while drifting in his AE86. A dreamer with deep emotions. My SP had described me accurately.

Bloodsucker. Money brings out the worst of all people. Via MSN, TZ raised out to me that he wanted certain issues to be pressed out before we embarked on our journey as partners-in-crime. He went on by beating round the bush about the various modes of payments and the different sub-charges that the hall office imposed. When I finally reached the end of his tunnel, I realized what he wanted - more money. Gearing myself up for non-hall life [yet again], I rejected his new offer politely. This 'should I stay in hall' thingy is really driving me nuts. TZ's crave for money only served to open yet another window for me to visualise a hall but poor life. His next move was unexpected but fully deserved the 'condemn' tag. "Yah. I agreed the price is rather steep, especially when the price for single room is already so expensive. I'll think about it again." Nabeis. Test water ar? On a brighter note, I'm having lunch with her tomorrow. Not sure how long it would end - she always gives me the feeling that she wants to go home whenever we are together. Sigh. Am I a lousy companion or what? Ame told me I was funny. Hard.

Returned from NBS camp. Hip hip hurray! It was a wonderful experience for me. Made lotsa friends along the way. It's just a shame that everything ended too fast. At first, I was commenting how un-camp this camp seemed to me. For almost everything, I felt like I was merely going through the pace. No panic button pressed. No anxiety to get the best out of me so that the freshies get the best out of the $50 spent. Day 1 came and gone. Every freshie got damn dirty, Ade got our hairs standing with her tears. HA. Day 2 was blazing hot. Nothing was on my mind 'cept to get myself into the shades. Sentosa Day was over before I could even get my mood started for beach games. Preparation for fright night began underway. It was then when I felt the camp had started. At least for me. The first four victims were terrific morale booster for the 'ghosts'. Crying and begging and pleading with knees on the floor. It made us high, and even more eager to push those pitiful girls into the dark dungeons of no return. HA. We are evil. Heh heh heh. The morale of us 'ghosts' soon plunged into all-time low as Chariote and Pyrite came and left, and rudely as well. They merely ignored us seniors, machiam we were some kinda evil beings with our hearts set on making them lose their way in the Dragon Trail. Fortunately, Zircon, the last group for the night [and at 5plus am] was crazy and fun. They even did a 3 cheers for us. Day 3 was pool game. Everyone was really bonded together and that really put a smile on the seniors' faces. Pool games was followed by Performance Night, where me and Xinyi had our main comm introduction in Carlsberg fashion. The highlight [for me] was the '10 Little Indian Boys' performance by my own Topaz. It was simply hilarious. Proud of my own Topaz. Day 4 was spent largely at the laksa store. Although me and Weihao attempted to walk the stretch of Lorongs, we only managed to eat the famous baos and youtiaos in the end. They were fantastic nevertheless. Afterwhich, we went back to Aranda, had our bath and got ready to send our gals out for their SP nights. You could see on some of their faces how they dread going out with their SP. We didn't tekan the guys much. Friendly friendly. Bash was at Newsroom Bar, where I spent most of the time controlling my puke, and failing. I puked a total of 4 times. I dozed off for 2 hours at Aranda before waking up in time to listen to the legendary SP story that Jacky had to offer. It's like going back to one year ago, where the OG listened to all the various 'jialat' SP encounters. Day 5 was frustrating. It was the most cock-up day in the entire FOC. Everyone was late. We were running behind time. My programmers were tested to the limit by being forced to think of impromptu games. But then the freshies won't know. They only had their fun. HA. Shall upload the photos pretty soon. It was very little though. A case of David v Goliath. My OG had 500mb and counting in their 5-6 cameras. ZHUAN~!! ZHUAN dao ling ling long long, ping ping piang piang~!! Ha. Topaz rocks~!!

It was plain shiok. The feeling of running a camp. This time with young adults. SHIOK. Today, the freshies came to meet us for pre-camp. Name games, cheers, forfeits, mingle, video video, icebreak, remembering names, shouting till my voice croaked, bio-ing chiobu till my eyes drop. Heh. And I've got to keep my cool as well. Act SEH. Quiet with an attitude. Seh's the key nowadays, especially when the 'in' thing now is to race down mountain roads at god-damned speed with a kum pua bored and sian face. Whoo..SEH!!! Back to topic. What a day. I skipped lunch without even knowing. You can imagine the energy left in me after they went home. And this is only pre-camp. Weak sia. Back to reality. IIC, NTC, FOC. Nabeis. The first thing I did when I reached home was to open my laptop....and my 'Photoshop for Dummies' book. From 7pm till 3am, my time was spent on doing a half page advertisement which is worthy enough to don the stage of Nanyang Chronicles. And I still have to finalise my FOC games and copy games' instructions plus order of moves onto postcards. All these with the half-fuck spongeball staring at me to get it fixed asap. And a NTC meeting with Jimmy tomorrow at 830am. And Pre-camp part II at 11am. And before that meeting Di to get the 'original' eggs from Taiwan.

Me: Got anything from Taiwan for me anot? Di: Yea. Some eggs. Me: Eggs? So sad ar? Di: Yea. You want original or spicy? Me: HUH? KFC ar?