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in addition to the latest post, i've updated the earlier posts.

my mom tried to make me look like one of the teletubbies.

result.

4thday.

i came home pretty early for once, and i am watching teletubbies.

this is not because i come to share similar minds with the criminally fucked-up mind of the creater of teletubbies, but as we (my orientation group) were given the task of creating a sketch of teletubbies, dancing to disturbia.

i'm going to be Po, i think, the red one.
im going to ride into the stage with a bike, and fall over with high velocity, and trip mightily again due to stretegically placed banana peel.
I'm going to break into a breakdance, as soon as "Disturbia" starts.

the others,

Tinkywinky - the purple GAY one, with handbag. catwalk.
Lala - Orenge one. has huge bum.
Tipsy - actually "Dipsy" but he's going to be holding a bottle of alcohol. Yellow.

disturbia indeed.
we're going to don an oversized T-shirt filled with pillows, and try to have some tights (or spandex) down. a kind of a juxtaposition.

the 2nd task, is Britney Spears in a remote Chinese village.




by today, everytime i meet a new person, they go "ohhhhhh. so you're the one" rather than "nice to meet you".

3rd day

just got home. can you believe? from 8oclock....

keywords for later.

wet icebreaker
eggs
macha gang
senior oos
big boss seniors
team members awesome
first day friends became....
became known to the school as...
our group cheer
planning for Dress code

i am pretty tired. sorry guys for the non-update.

-update-
so today was the day for ice-breakers.
we had dry, and wet ice-breakers.

our team actually was pretty awesome in terms of teamwork and enthu.
in the dry ice-breakers, we were cheer-fighting with one other team, (which happened to be lead by Bryan, the first-day-friend) and we completely won.

Actually i distracted them greatly before they cheer by going "COME ON YOU SHITS BRING IT ON" and did a frontflip. they were mortified.

ok, they were a lot more happening but i cannot really remember so i will go on to wet ice-breaker.

we move on to the basement parking lot, where its wet. the fire hoses are released, and we're drenched, egged, painted, sprayed, corn-syrupped, and all the other nasty stuff.
we had to dig into oily and cold water for scrabble pieces for a long scientific jargon, and play balloon-passing and stuff.

there is this thing called the macha gang in IMU. its basically a group consisting of a singular race, and they do all the nasty stuff. they come to the girls and personally torture them by painting their faces with corn-syrup, covering them with flour etc.
so when they came over to our group, the girls showed great discomfort and fear, and that is when i showed them my "BULLY ME" sign at the back side of my tag to direct attention to me, rather than my team-mates.

so they made me swim in the car-park floor filled with eggs and corn-syrup, but this is nothing really. they asked for front-crawl and backstroke so i did butterfly too to make them happy.

our seniors took this really seriously and got really scared, and stopped the macha gang halfway.

"why do you have to be so crazy...."

i think im going to be known as the same thing in uni as well... "the crazy japanese".

2nd day of IMU

the orientation begins!

woah, too tired to write... being a leader of group of 23 is sure pretty tiring...

medicine people are too quiet. they're more of a ninja than me. when i turn around, i almost feel isolated in a room full of people.

anyway, will update later. seriously knackered.

-update-

yes. the orientation begun, and we were sorted into random groups. there were 23 in my group, almost all younger than me. so naturally i was not nervous (they're kids. what is there to be afraid) so i volunteered to be the group leader while others sat motionless. they clapped actually, but that was it.

and we decided on our team name, tag, flag and cheer.
we were the 4th group, and so we named ourself the "Forbidden Fortress". our Flag is a Padlock, to signify a "Forbidden"cy, and our tags are little yellow keys with our names on.

our cheer goes like this;
(rhythm of "we will rock you")
I'm SEXY!
I'm HOT!
I'm everything you're not.
So why don't you just walk away,
and train your muscles than we say.
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, (Ohhhhhhhh)
C'mon, Forbidden, Fo-Fo-Forbidden
Fo, fobidden, Fo-fo-forbidden (fortress!)
whoo whoo whoo.

you know, you might be sitting infront of the computer gaping at our literally limitless (i mean, how can you possibly be lamer than that?) but you try coming out with a team name, tag, flag and cheer in 3 hours. and you have to consider 23 people's ideas.

I already had ideas to give hell to the seniors, but they turned out to be very nice people. they helped us greatly in our ideas and proceedings.

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first day at IMU

registration went pretty smoothly only for me, thanks for my fast movement and the skill of "asking seniors where to go". the new kids (it sounds funny me saying this) are nervous (me not included) bunch of nerds (me included) who just wonder where they're supposed to go and follow others like a sheep.

there were around 300 people in the registration, first we had to gather at level 4, an open area to sort of collect our lab-coats. i was size M. some people were shorter than me. fwee.

than we had to go to this auditorium, which looks like a coloseum, so i chose the front-most seat nearest to the exit just in case we're going to be matched against a raging patient, or psycho senior. whatever.
the rest of the normal people filled up the seats from the back, so for a while i felt pretty radioactive yet again, till one or two decided to sit infront, and later out of inevitability, sat in the few open spaces in the front.
then there were coma-inducing (well actually its not so bad. just that students NEVER, listen to speeches. would you?) speeches, we had to actually put on our fresh lab-coats to swear an oath, that we'll be professional, caring, integrated, secret-keeping, competent doctors. i wonder how much of us really get to become one.

I made friends with this dude from cheras, called Bryan (i think) and JiaWei, from Singapore.
Bryan kept little notes while he was listening to the speech, and i was like hmm impressive. he can actually listen to speeches, and i looked into his little notebook and it said "Prof. so-and-so - complete nerd". i had to agree.

we talked a bit while waiting for other sloggering newbies filling up.
Bryan says he were backpacking around NZland till pretty recently, and we talked about suicide in Singapore. (i think this was before JiaWei took seat next to Bryan). and you know i'm a professional when it comes to stress and suicide in countries where stress is compulsury. Apparently his brother's friend decided to throw himself down a tall building in Singapore while working there.
i never told him i wanted to go to NUS. Bryan was working there for 3 months and says he never wants to go back.

Bryan seems to be frank. "oh its a negro.", "Do you see any hot chicks?"
JiaWei is a pretty quiet guy. He's from Singapore and is pretty nervous about coming to KL. we should help him out somehow.

as a matter of fact and for the record, i didint quite see any pretty newbies. and I think the girls were thinking likewise for the guys. I can almost hear them grimace.
its not only HELP, guys. good looking people are probably already gone outside, or you really see them in TV and no place else.
that, or Medicine isn't really a good-looking people profession.
I told Bryan "I think there would be in the Artsy side. English lit, graphic design maybe." (to be honest i could say "everything apart from med" but i were more diplomatic)

and we had to queue up to get their photos and IDs done. people are so slow. they never want to walk infront of anyone... sheeps.
so i took the advantage of being shameless and reckless, settled everything before everyone else, asked the staffs if its alright if i fuck off. they said YES.

the parking was free!

went to HELP just to say hi and wish people happy birthday, with my nerdy new cloths.
i didn't expect people to scream like they thought i was runover by a truck few weeks back and thought to be lying at a distant ICU, though.


looking at the timetable, orientation won't be quite crazy... just boring. but well there is always hope.

from outside the current.

we never really grasp the concept of things, when we're right in the middle of it.
just like how we don't know anything about the universe, or the earth,
just like how parents don't know anything about parenting,
just like how we don't know how to be human when we're one (hopefully)
just like how we don't know anything about the reality while we're flowing right in the middle of it.

(i will digress about this, later)

so i guess i would be better off thinking about university while i am still not in university.

i guess university will be a place to learn, still yet, after all the GCSE and A-level business.
i really don't mind studying, and furthermore, when i think about my course specifically, i guess the things i learn will be fairly practical.
perhaps this will be interesting and quite tiring in the same time.
because everything i learn would contribute somehow to my future career, and every flaw in my knowledge may mean one less life saved.

maybe this applies to everything, because in my opinion, no knowledge is useless knowledge.

well, but the things i may learn in university will be quite convincing, in that way.
dangerously convincing. when something is convincing, it has a high probability it may be fake.
I'd have to keep asking myself whether i am learning the right things,
whether each and every aspect are there for the sake of efficiency and not convenience, etc.

i guess i would face politics. especially in the final years where we may have to suck up to profs.
that, i may have no problem. i am neither exceptionally bright as to invoke jealousy from them nor too dim to get them frustrated.

i guess i won't have friends. only competitors and mutual benefit people.
although... there is no such thing as friends without mutual benefit.

i just have to work hard. find joy in tortures and befriend stress.
no-problem-o.


(digression)


because we don't really grasp nor realise what things are while we're in the middle of things,
we cannot really figure out life while we are alive. so in a way, it is half-futile to think of life as we live.
we'll be too busy living, and thinking about life will be a leisure we cannot afford.

but perhaps thinking about it may steer us closer to walking on the path we'd like to choose.
sort of like holding a torch-light.


once we die, perhaps we would be given a time to reconsider our paths that we've walked upon,
and because we're away from life, we're given a different perspective and a clearer picture.

hence we would be forever suffering for the regrets of what we have done wrong, or be rewarded for what we did right.
that, perhaps, would be a perfect picture of heaven and hell.

but this is just imagination.
pfft. nonsensical crazy talk.
its what crackheads and religious monks talk about.

perhaps i should get some children to comment about parenthood and compile them, make it into a book.
a new concept, no?

or let prisoners talk of freedom.
that would be fun.

(end of digression)

dimension negative one.

perhaps it is time now,

to explain the meaning of the title of this blog.
yes. they were meant to be one,
and yes, i was intending to continue this blog.

you'll see in a second.



obviously the title says "Dimension negative one".
well this meant the 3rd dimension.

which is weird,
in a sense that we all are effectively 4-th dimension beings,
because we live in this unrelenting flow of the cold current that is time,
and without time we cannot exist.

the reason my blog title is "dimension negative one", is because I will be a being with which will
hopefully live in a small corner of your memory of your past,
your continuous memory of each slide-shows of 3-d images.

so practically, i am a being that is one dimension behind all of you.



...or, i will be in a dimension something else than all of you,
but i will not make myself superior to any of you,
considering my Japanese reserved manner.


(all of you sweet people who would say "nooo you won't be a person of the past",
well, thank you, but trust me when you get to UK,
you'll consider everything something of a past. and most of your friends will be in UK.)



I had this idea back when i was starting the new year together with all of you.
I already knew back than that i will leave half-way, so.
(although, i really thought it will be very casual. "oh he's gone", kind of thing)



so here went the etymology, of this blog.

I'm pretty happy how it turned out, I'm really happy that people commented, and I've been super happy from the start till the end of the 2 oh-so-short semesters.
and I will try and continue to remind people of myself by posting little fragments of my life.

starting from 23rd of Feb.

see me thrash all the med-kids.
I'm going to scare the shit out of them.

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