NICE RAIN, NOT SO NICE SEMINAR.

Raining in the afternoon rocks la!
It can get so hot and humid sometimes I sweat right after a shower.
I had a fantastic, fabulous nap from 2-5pm in the darkish cozy room!
Please please don't let this form into a bad habit of sleeping in the afternoons. Nights are busy with hall stuff, so afternoons are essential working hours.

Anyways, Martha, I have a problem with you.
You really have to stop dirtying my room with all your nonsence.
It sucks to have to keep on cleaning up your mess behind you.
Please behave.
Or we will have to bid each other goodbye.
And it will not be a friendly departure.

So, we were the first group to present the Mini-Lecture on Meeting/Group Discussion skills for Biz Comm.
Yes, we were warned that the class would have the chance to critique our presentation after class. You can prep yourself as much as you can, but when you're actually standing in front of 10plus people and when the tutor is encouraging people to voice their critiques, the humiliating words can hurt.

I spoke too fast in the beginning.
The slides flew past.
My posture was not firm enough.
My tone/voice was monotonous.
I needed more hand gestures.
People questioned the based of our contents.
We didn't have a recap at the end of our mini-lecture.
The slides apparently didn't fit our presenting styles.

SHIGH.
=(

The only redeeming fact was that the lecturer thought I was articulate.
So during the individual assessment, it was Stephanie, you suck/you didn't do this right/that right/... by the way, you're articulate.
NEXT.

In a more positive light, the comments did make sense,
and I hope the other groups take into consideration whatever was said today.

Okay, enough whining.
Have loads to catch up for school.
Need to get a planner asap.
Need my ankle to heal QUICK so I can train and play IBG!
I need an outlet.

Apparently I'm surly nowadays.
A freshmen asked my why she never saw me smile.
Shouldn't she have seen it as a good thing?
At least I don't find her face funny, no?

Finally Pictures!

My BIZAD FOC OG, BORAN, pronounced Bo-ran as in the past tense of run.
The Best OG, if I may declare it myself.
We went out to catch Click in Lido and the attendance was a whooping 18, on a weekday.

Jerry, Marie, the boy and I.
Goodbye Jerry, have a fantastic Exchange experience in China!
Buy back many many pirated TV Series please.

Hall Bash in The Butter Factory.
One the MC for the night, the other, less happening, the ticketing person.
Pardon the very white face.

The boy and I on rag Day.

Me in the FWOC/RAG jersey, and the Boy in the Blockhead jersey.

B Block after Formal Dinner and Star To Burst
(STB: Where freshmen show their cultural talents)

Jamie and I outside the Dining Hall before Formal Dinner

Fifth floor girls and our respective dates!

Me and my Formal Dinner date, You Yi from Cydron, the B-Block attached OG.

A preety buncha gerberas from Jamie on Formal Dinner.
=)

PEEKTURES?

Oh boy, my blog is totally peekturelesss.
I also cannot tahan the manymanymany words.

But what to do?
Where got time to upload pictures.
I must study.


WAHHAHAHHAHHAA.
*wipes eyes*
No lah, kidding.
At the rate I'm "studying", the tears will be real really soon.
I almost fell asleep in class today cause the lecturer droned on and on about interest rates, exchange rates and inflation.
For three. straight. hours.
interest rates. exchange rates. inflation.
On. and. on. and. on.
All the variables and whatnots in the formulae (plural for formulas, i checked it up!) so stop wrinkling your noses and questioning my typing.
They became meaningless after a while, the different formulae and his voice just blurred into a very irritating and never-ending dream.
BLEURGH.

No.
The reason why I dunch have peektures up is that either Blogger or Mozilla Firefox is on PMS. They refuse to upload the pictures.
Super laggy, so I PMS back lah.

Also, i'm currently busy reading The Runaway Jury from John Grisham,
and it's damn blardy good!
Sorry about the language, it was initially between blardy and damn.
But it's so superb, that using just one bad word cannot do it justice.
I've watched the movie before, but the book's just un-put-downable.

Angel and Mortal
Dear mortal, where's my reply and snack??!!
I was just talking to Sye Ling about it in the lift,
when Michelle Chan came in with a bag from SUBWAY for her ANGEL!
WEIIIIIIIII.
Of course I don't want subway's yummy tuna sub or their slurp-licious double choc chip cookies, silly.
I just want your note.

IBG!

IBG has started!
E Block has been sweeping the first place for all the sports so far, for both girls and guys.
I am concerned for B Block.
But then, perhaps, we haven't been doing too badly ourselves.

Track
Guys: 2nd place
Girls: 3rd place

Soccer
Guys: not sure, 4th?
Girls: 2nd place.

Basketball
Still in the midst of the tournament.

And supporters attendance has been decent!
Not too bad so far, I guess.

4x400m was not such a breeze this year.
Came back all wobbly and unfit after SEP.
Unlike last year, when the FWOC-ers went through 7am PTs (Physical Training) under Swee Yong's regime.
Got all huffy and puffy at the third 100m bend.
The final stretch was fine.
Running in front of your hall towards the finishing line (in my case, the third runner) is really something else. You get a sense of adrenaline like no other.

Soccer was fantastic.
Just a coupla minutes into the first half of our first match against E Block, I tripped over myself awkwardly and awakened my old left ankle injury. Was straightaway replaced by Nihara, who played well and scored penalties as brilliantly as she did in practices.
Girls, we played amazingly.
And I was proud to wear our white and blue jersey on my back that day.
All six penalties that confirmed our spot in the finals flew into the goalpost as flawlessly and as accurately as the arrow William Tell shot and split the apple.

Our guys fought hard too.
But every game of soccer contains a certain element of luck, and Lady Luck was just not on our side today. Like Martin says though, We'll come back next year, and we'll come back stronger.

And you played well.
Don't give up on the the game you love =)

The sinseh slapped green, smelly Chinese-medicine gunk on my ankle and showering is such a hassle because I cannot get the bandage wet!
I wrap a small towel around it, tie a plastic bag around the ankle and shower whilst balancing on one leg, cause I have to keep the left leg up.
Thanks for the many well wishes for my injury.
Bis Steph: for offering me your ankle guards, when you needed em too.
Hui Ting: for helping me hobble here and there.
Rina and Hailin: for that few minutes of company when I had to shift into the shade.
B Blockers: for your care and concern, for understanding how much the game means and playing your hearts out on the courts.
Jamie Lim: for ta-paoed dinner, for the wake-up calls, for bearing the brunt of my moods, for smiling at my stupid faces, for laughing at my jokes, for cheering me up.
Many others: =)

Never trust me with a pair of jagged cut-hair scissors.
The boy has two baldish patches on the sides of his head.
Didn't do it on purpose, I swear.
The lady made cutting hair seem so easy.

MANY MANY THINGS

So many little things chewing at my mind.
Even the simple, small things irritate me.

Unnecessary chatter when someone else was speaking at the Malaysian meeting.
Arrogant, selfish, with totally no regard or respect for the entire contingent.
Unfinished business with UPenn. It's been 3 months now, argh!

I think it's a vicious cycle.
Because I'm already half-worked up and irritated, I find myself more easily provoked and irritated from even the most normal, predictable everyday stuff.

Pastor mentioned today about little things that affect you negatively.
If you let something insignificant nibble at you, it eats a part of your heart and life away.
Is that insignificant matter worth the worry, hassle and emotional stress you have to go through?

I think he's right.

Other unfinished business

On other matters, there's still a lot left undone.
I need one more module to replace my Singapore Society which we both dropped.
Appeals, please get through successfully!

I have not blogged/posted pictures about FWOC, Formal Dinner, Rag and Flag, IBG Trainings, Hall Bash and Bizad Bash.
Yes, I ees slow, and yes, I ees lazy.
A summary, if you don't mind?

FWOC
The people in Cydron, our B-block attached OG were a good bunch.
Formal Dinner was delicious.

KR Rag and Flag
Kronos, the KR Rag totally kicked butt.
KR Flag too, and B-block received $250 for being the block with the most amount collected.
6 shields to KR all in all for Rag and Flag, and 4 to Bizad.
What more can a Kent-Ridgean with a red band ask for?

IBG trainings
started last Monday.
The older you get, the easier it is to neglect your sports captains' pleas to get up at unearthly 6am in the morning.
Why is it though, that the freshmen this year have the same trouble waking up too hmmm.

KR Bash
4 hours of prep in The Butter Factory.
3 hours of ticketing outside the club as all the little social butterflies from KR partied with each other inside the crowded club.
30mins inside the club to realize how out of place I am,
and that swaying and squashing your body against other sweaty bodies to the bass beat of RnB and techno and alcohol's just not my cuppa tea.

Bizad Bash
Didn't go.

Pictures up when I make the time to put em up.
Enjoy your week!

DEDICATED TO YOU, YOU AND YOU.

She shifted in.
She skipped the entire week of Hall FWOC.
She missed Flag.
She rushes for to and fro from the bathroom like it's gonna run away, rushes here and there for everything but for Rag.
She didn't come for Block Day.She didn't play Block Games and Frisbee.
She didn't cook and contribute in the kitchen for Block Dinner.
Amazingly, she came for the Block Dinner.
Just in time as they lifted the steaming glass cover from the steamboat device.
Perfect timing.
And left once she filled herself.

Such hallmates.
What a joy.

NUS FLAG DAY

1 girl.
2 tin cans.
6 sets of stickers.
20 charities.

Langs of SengKang, I'm cominggg!
=D

FWOC Withdrawal Symptoms

I is sad.
I feels funny.

Today I woke up of 12 instead of 7.55am.
Because there were no funkee activities today.
Besides going out to Ginza for lunch and doing our much-delayed laundry.
So weird to be waking up to the hot afternoon sun, instead of sitting around forcing small talk with freshmen during lunch.

Having OG dinner later at the B-Block rooftop later, but that's not really the same as FWOC now, is it?

Anyhoos, the Labyrinth of Erundur, the maze-thingy I was ranting on and on about in my last post went off amazingly well. Everyone had fun and the 4 walls of the MPSH were almost bursting with energy and excitement radiated by the OGs when our princesses were shipped back. Muacks to Grace and Marcus for the 16 boxes of logistics and costumes, setting up and planning the 15 stations, simultaneously keeping close tabs on the seniors as station-masters and the freshmen and seniors playing and running around.

The rest of Fwoc was... Fwocish.
ahurhur.
The same station games, cheers, mingling around, answering questions, asking them etc. I know my OG freshmen on a deeper level now as compared to last year, when I was a FWOCer. Maybe as FWOCers, we had much more on our minds last year, having to juggle logistics, meetings, impressing the seniors, leading the freshmen etc.
Like Jason said, the emotional stress being a FWOCer is c-razy.

The hair's coming along fine, but it has the "tied-hair-kink" around the neck area, which iritates the sheboozers out of me.
Which has, for the past 10 years, I suppose.

Time for a brand new academic year.
Pumpkin and I got the 4 modules we bidded for, thank the Lord.
One more to bid for on Monday and we're good to go.
3 Finance cores, 1 Biz Comm and 1 Arts.
Mix in ten teaspoons of block activities and 7 tablespoons of hall activities, the sem ahead sounds pretty busy, but damn fun.