Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Digging My Own Grave
Why is my blog title this, you wonder? Well, think. I have a blog. I HAVEN'T UPDATED MY BLOG IN THE LAST FEW WEEKS!!! How am I supposed to condense the last few weeks into ONE SINGLE MEASLY blog entry? I blame my habit of procrastination. Okay, well, here goes. Don't expect me to do any highlighting of words in different colours this time, I have much too much to try and remember... Am feeling slightly woozy with the realisation that I have to type an essay... albeit an unimportant, rubbishy one but then again... Ooooh. The keyboard on my new lappie sure is nice to tap on. Now I don't have to keep poking Cher's lappie for fun anymore. Oh man, miss my CG so much, damn... LOVE YOU ALL, PEEPS!!!
Okay, back to the basics. WTH. That crucial morning where it all began...
Eh. Was trying to download as much info as possible onto my thumby, but then again, it only had about 256MB of storage. What can you do with 256MB of storage??? Especially if you're tranfserring, or at least TRYING to transfer, about 400MB worth of piccies and 700MB worth of MP3s... Okay, you get my point, I won't bore you. So I slept at 3am and woke up an hour later to find that the dvd I'd burned had major errors and my dad was yelling at me because the damn flight was at 7am. Great. If you didn't get my drift, this was NOT a good start for an all-important day. Worse, my stomach felt crabby. Ok, so we all (family) squished into the car and drove at high speed (dad was mad) (hey, it rhymes) to Changi. Somehow, Changi always reminds me of Old Chang Ki, haha, so then I thought about the banana fritters and spring roll I was going to miss. Which then brought me to the Balestier Hokkien Mee that I'd miss. Which then brought me to the Crystal Jade Pei Dan Chok I was going to miss, and the Lorong Liew Lian Wan Tan Mee, and the Sum Lou Hor Fun... ... ... I AM NOT A GLUTTON KAE!!! This is just what happens when you're brought up in S'pore, the sunny island, set in the sea, sunny island, food for you and me...
I am becoming so lame. This is bad.
I arrived at my aunt's about a week before orientation started, so they brought Dad and me to all sorts of funny places. Well, not much of fun there though, had to do all the logistic stuff, the black-and-white stuff like opening bank accounts, settling bills and living arrangements. So now I'm living with my third aunt, which is sort of fun. Tracy, my cousin, is fun and loves Famous Amos cookies too, whee!!! Didn't get my laptop configurated until the second week, geez...
Made a few tentative friends while lining up during orientation (I keep having to fix my typos, ARGH!!! My typing has degenerated), but nothing much else. Almost everyone lives at the hostels. Guess what? There are no EZ-Link cards here. They're still at the insert-your-ticket-and-wait-for-it-to-come-out stage. Oh well. Nothing much here. Then we went to look at vineyards, where we stole grapes unnoticed. (wadayano, it was instigated by my second aunt).
*Yawn* Ok ok, fast-forward to the camp, I can't believe I'm getting bored reading my own entries!!??!!?? Rawson camp, as they say, was the most boring of all the other camps. Haha, what a surprise. The flying fox there was so low. It is worse than the Viking ride at Escape, and this is not an understatement. The games we played were fun though, like drama games, and celebrity heads, and tug-of war (minus the mud). Can you believe it? We slept in bunk beds with extra bedsheets in cabin rooms!!! Sigh... but I much prefer the sleeping bag kinda camp. Where's the adventure?
Hehe, for those who went for NYJC Orientation for first three months, their disco night was almost the same, except that the music was country music and we danced folk-dances. At least we really got to dance with lots of people (all the dances needed girl/boy partners, haha) and I had a super great time. The food wasn't bad, no packed lunches and all. There was a cafeteria even. So after a wonderful time at camp, had to ruin it all by...
...spraining my foot while jumping on the trampoline. Hey, it wasn't my fault!!! ... ... ... Okay, maybe it was, since the sign DID say no jumping with shoes on... But I insist, it isn't my fault!!! And for those who have never sprained stuff before, IT HURTS LIKE HELL. Just so you know. Do you know what's worse than crutching around in the uni campus? Its the fact that wherever I go, I get busloads of sympathetic glances. Now I understand how invalids feel when you pity them. I am so NEVER going to pity another invalid again!!!
...Ok, that just sounds wrong.
So here I am, in the middle of my second week of orientation, in my room, with a left foot that has somehow fallen asleep, attempting to blog down my life again. Whew. Do you know why crutches seem more fun then they are? Ask your armpits if you ever crutch in the long term. They are definitely not going to be happy. Is it possible to sprain your armpits???
I wonder if my fish are dead yet, or if my brother's just feeding them orange juice or something. Yuck. Oh, one more thing: Started with the Witch Hunter Robin series, because of my left foot (i swear, it snores!!!). Not bad, like her hairstyle, haha. Now all I need is episode 11 on Bittorrent. Sigh.
I'm sure I've missed out some other important stuff, but I can't seem to think right now... Tag me if you wanna know more about my new life. All I want now is a Famous Amos Chocolate Chip cookie. Which is all the way back in the living room. Shucks. Amazingly enough, scolding my left foot several times doesn't seem to help... ... ... hmmm, I shall go ponder about another one of these mysteries of the universe...
TTFN, ta ta for now! (That's just what Tigger always says, haha)
I'MCRAZY!
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