Today was the day my fate decides what free elective module I’d take next semester - UCCD or CDA. I would have personally wanted CDA but as I’ve said UCCD is fine with me except that I’d have to go through the class with an itch in my heart everytime.

I don’t know why I wasn’t enthusiastic at all about it - perhaps it’s the nerves. 5 minutes before I’m supposed to go down to DMS, I can still read The New Paper. I was hoping to locate some fotune-teller in the Classified section but apparently, there isn’t any. Only when it’s 1 minute before the clock strike 12 (whoa, like Cinderella ah!) did I then drag my legs slowly down the stairs and into the DMS.

Whoa! I was greeted with so many anxious faces, both those who were involved and those who were kaypohs not. Min and Devon were already shitting in their pants, not literally, but I can see that in their faces. Ms Nga made things worse by delaying the drawing lots with her ‘consoling speech’ but I know she meant it well lah. =)

Before I knew it, 15 crumpled pieces of paper were thrown onto the table. Stress sia! If I happen to take an blank one, I’d be in CDA. Else, I’d go to UCCD. Initially, I wanted to be the last to take but somehow my hand moved, and with a little bit of thinking, picked one.

Those enthusiastic ones who picked first was already hip-hip-hooray-ing and announcing that they’ll be in CDA and all. Shessh, luck of the draw. I uncrumpled the paper in my hand and took a glance before squashing it back into my hands.

Min wasn’t jumping with joy but I can see the smile that she cuts across her face. Devon immediately teared and *snap* I knew what their outcome was. I understood how she was feeling and did all I can to console her but she just couldn’t control her tears… She die die wanted CDA.

Then Kamesh (is that how her name is spelt?) approached Ms Nga and wanted to withdraw her place from CDA in exchange for a UCCD one. Not out of sympathy for Devon but out of her own will. WAAAHH!!! I know lah when God closes a door, He will open a window for you but not THAT fast right? Kamesh was like an angel in disguise…

In a split second, Devon had her smile back on her face. She hugged Kamesh, she hugged Min, she hugged me, she hugged Elf, we all had a group hug… in short, she gave everyone she knows there a big fat hug. Ooops, the irony.

Now Devon and Min will be in CDA. And they live happily ever after.

I’m just so happy that everyone that I know, is happy.

Who me? Well, I gotta be thankful for the Superman outfit that I wore inside my clothes. I didn’t manage to get the whole outfit done but at least the red underwear is in place. =p

ps: I thought when the American-born Chinese girl at the Mediterranean stall left, I wouldn’t go and buy the food there anymore. But today, there was another girl there. Waahhh, one eye-candy after another. I think I’m gonna get a tooth decay very soon.

Gosh the school reopening was havoc. Waking up was a drag, really. But still I managed to wake up at the first ring of my alarm, and despite the numerous snoozes, I still managed to get all set to go by 7am.

WOW. If that was at anytime during the last 3 weeks, I’d be in my lala-land dreaming of… nevermind, let’s spare the details.

Then I was introduced to a new software called ‘Director MX’ in DMA class, which is pretty much similar to Macromedia Flash. Timeline, keyframes… whoa! It really reminded me of WP last semester and it really wasn’t a good experience at all. All the hard work, staying in school till 9PM just to complete a project can be described in 1 word, ‘URGH’. Wait, is that even a word?

Some of the seniors works are pretty impressive. Our client this time is what, the Arts House? Yeah but if our seniors can make IRAS’s interactive CD-ROM such a beauty, I’m sure we can do a masterpiece for the Arts House too, no pun intended there.

Client meeting is scheduled for tomorrow but before we touch on to tomorrow, let’s not forget today. Today was a disaster. More like a catastrophe actually. Alright I am exagerrating but I’m trying my best to get my point across. I hate today and how I wish today didn’t exist. Today oh today…

Today (there really isn’t a substitute for it) Ms Nga made a trip down to the lecture theatre that pretty much lead to the catastrophe actually. Little did we, or rather I, know that in her hands were our fate on which free elective module the DMC cohort would take on next semester. Ms Kwa did mention she’d come in but only to touch on the free elective modules. Little did I expect it would be the announcement of the allocation of classes for the free elective modules.

So much for touching on the topic. If that wasn’t deemed enough of a surprise, this year had 2 TVSM classes instead of the traditional or much-hyped 1 class only.

Talk about being over-hyped. But wait! There’s more! CDA only has 1 class! But sorry, that wasn’t the surprise. Ms Nga then announced that there’s a lack of students in the UCCD class and too many for CDA’s. Thus by follwing the Logic Rule Section 2.1.6, a few from the CDA’s class had to be transferred to the UCCD’s one. A few from a whole list of people from all the 5 classes.

“And the follwing students, please see me at the DMS this Friday at 12 o’clock,” said Ms Nga in her calm tone as she flashed the list of students on the OHP. Like magic, the names appeared on the screen. And how I wish Ms Nga could magically erase my name off the list too.

In a split second, I found myself lighting up a different flame inside me despite my wacky self on the outside. Afterall, I had put TVSM as the last choice knowing that it’d be ‘hot’ and UCCD as second choice as a buffer.

But somehow, those who chose CDA as their first choice, TVSM as the second choice got into CDA but those who chose CDA as their first, UCCD as second gotta go for the drawing of lots.

In the first place, who advised us to put TVSM as first or last choice based on the fact that you either get TVSM or you don’t? Hmm… is this some kind of conspiracy? I’ve identified the main suspects: Ms Kwa and Ms Nga.

Hahaha! No lah, I don’t blame them. Perhaps it’s just my luck lah. What can I do right? Just wait for Friday and let fate decides. If I get into UCCD, then I’ll be happy. It’s just that if I get into CDA, I’d be happier. The ‘y’ will become ‘ier’. That’s all.

I guess everyone on that list die-die want to be in CDA too. Speaking of which I’ve already prepared a checklist on my lucky charms to be worn this Friday.

• Remember to wear my lucky shirt. Check.
• Remember to wear the right side of my socks before left. Check.
• Remember not to bathe the day before. Check.
• Remember to donate money to the old beggar at the MRT station. Check.

But eh…

MUM!!! WHY YOU WASH MY RED UNDERWEAR!!!

Nah, just kidding. =D

I was stunned when I read this.

If you’re not a soccer fan, obviously you’ll be taken aback by the title. But if you ARE a soccer fan, you’ll be feeling the same and more too!

7-2 leh the final score! Our national U-23 team beating a Malaysian team by that scoreline and there’s still a second leg over at Kuching, Sarawak to play for! Whoa, I hope they can put up a good fight over there and show who’s the real Lion and who’s the real Kuching.

Anyway, FOP came to an end yesterday which made me ponder, “Am I a good fac?” And I think I’m not, you know. Somehow, my gut feeling says so. Hmmm… but what’s most important is that DMC 04 enjoyed themselves in whatever way it is, particularly SLACKING.

It isn’t always everytime that they get to enjoy such freedom especially when their previous 10 years or so of education is based on a ‘flag-raising ceremony, 45-min a period, 30-min recess and assembly‘ kinda routine!

DMC 04 is very much like my class, in a few ways. There’s only 4 guys, among which one of them is a Malay. And there’s an Yi Jing-lookalike, Elf-personalityalike, Poh Ying-namealike. There’s even a Min-hairalike! And Poh Ying, the lame one from MY class, die die say that there’s a Fitri-lookalike in her class.

What’s her name again? Nurul? OMG, when did I start to look like a girl. She’s born in ‘87 though! My long-lost sister? Haha, I bet our personalities differ grrrrrrreatly.

That Sandydandy made me so paiseh lah yesterday! And ’cause of that she kept calling me loser. That stupid Makcik KPO.. sheesh. But luckily I was thick-skinned enough. If not, I would have blushed and ran out of the room and into the toilet and into the cubicle and… yeah, that’s it.

I wanna make a new pair of specs! But my Mum kept using the stupid Progress Package money, which gets into her account only on 1st May, as a reason to delay my request! I saw a nice pair at Wisma but it costs a freaking $180 bucks? Or is it a much more freaking $300-odd bucks? Either way, I don’t think I can lay my hands on them. But I’ll take the design as a base for my choice. It was really nice…

Already getting a pair of new specs is like getting a bonus from your boss-once after a long time. What more getting a digicam whose price is like double or triple the cost of a pair of specs? Urgh..

Guys, check this out. Probably the next best thing after Joga Bonito. I’m really impressed after seeing their commercial. But then again, I bet ALL Brazillians are similar. Skill. Flair. Genius.

Finals at Siloso Beach lehh!!! I hope I can join soak in the fun and atmosphere too. =)

Today’s Freshman Orientation Programme(FOP) bears a striking difference as compared to yesterday.

First, the weather. The sun was unforgiving yesterday and poor freshies had to play games that lasted for nearly and hour from the tennis courts to the basketball court to the field. I can’t say much about the weather today though ’cause no matter what it is, we’re all under the roofs of the Converntion Centre.

‘Slack’ was the keyword today. The Convention Centre became the place for me to hibernate for a while as the show unfolds on stage. And of course the freshies too. From the Principal’s speech (it’s a new video! my goodness!) to the beauty pageant, I was practically warming my seat my my hot bum.

On the contrary, freshies had to rev up their engines and ‘vroom’ here and there for the games yesterday. I guess the only time that they actually sat down is when they first get to know their classmates for the next 3 years and during lunch time. By the end of the day, it was so understandable that they looked so shagged and worn out.

But my class very the on one. They stayed back and exchange numbers, forcing me to keep on hearing Reynold’s ringtone over and over again. Which makes me wonder why the rest are on silent mode and his is NOT!!! So now you know who’s Mr. Popular in class.

So by today, I got to know through blog-hopping, most of them already had each others’ HP numbers and they even MSN-ed already. Which is to no surprise of course. I’m pretty impressed by their unity, motivated by the magic word, SLACK, of course.

They may not be the most enthusiastic bunch around nor are they the most dead ones but they are willing to stick together. Which is good enough for a start. I even heard of plans of making a class tee for their own class already. Can someone please tell me that it is only the second day of orientation today here???

Tomorrow is Flag Day, which is not really the way to end off an orientation programme unless you don’t play by the rules of course. Which I think most will unless you really are damn serious about it. I think NP’s idea of having a 4D 3N overnight camp is much, much, much better than SP’s FOP. Students of SP, armed with tin cans, will be invading islandwide from 8.00am to 3pm. You are advised to stay indoors. Remember, you have been warned.

OMG. I can’t believe it that I can have the chance to go to the Hollaback Crew Finals this Saturday. Bryant, the beatboxer, had 300 tickets on hand!! Can you believe that?!?! I mean, 987 FM only had 50 to give out on the spot itself and Bryant has 300?!?!?

Gosh… I gotta thank Joanne profusely for having close links with Bryant. If not, I won’t even get the chance to even dream about it.

Cheryl, despite what you said about not bitching about people in blogs, I’m still gonna do it. This time about the FOP. Maybe not today ’cause the whole event hasn’t ended yet. Perhaps tomorrow. Already the gahmen doesn’t allow us to blog negatively about the elections (see how influential blogs have become?), now I’m not allowed to talk about my opinions on what’s going through in my life?

Anyway, it’s just my view on the FOP. Certainly that is NOT a form of bitching, is it?

I gotta catch some sleep. After I catch my weekly dosage of EPL highlights that is. In the faintest of hopes, I still believe that Man Yoo can pip Chelski to the title. ’cause I believe in miracles.

Alright, I’m taking time off from studying my Econs here. I know it’s against the law of diminishing returns my own will but heck la, I need a break too!

Thanks to Edwin Ng who introduced me to this small exercise, which is of no stranger to my classmates I suppose, which managed to… give my brains a little time off.

The Johari Window

Sounds familiar, my classmates? Haha, how we dread that module…

Anyway, this link has got nothing to do with a ‘ghost’ face appearing right before your eyes that’ll make you have nightmares or spam you with porn sites everyday.

It is as innocent as it sounds. =)

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Everyone seems to be jumping on the bandwagon of expressing their views on the recent Paris Hilton-like sex tape of a NYP student, except that it’s done Singapore-style- using the handphone camera.

But of course, before that could have happened, they have also jumped on the bandwagon by viewing the 10-min sex tape. Gotcha! Don’t you dare tell a lie there!

I’ll be honest here, I’ve watched the video. It seems that it has received a lot of flak from fellow Singaporeans. Why wouldn’t it right? It’s against the moral, ethical and whatever-values-you-can-think-of, of many Singaporeans.

One positive point we can all take note: At least the guy is practising safe sex by using a condom!

Indirectly, this is how ’sex education’ should be. Not like those boring and dead video clips produced by the Ministery of Educashen.

See lah, who ask you invent a 2 megapixel camphone? I told you a handphone should be for calling and sms-ing only, you don’t want to listen…

Disclaimer: I may have mocked, without any sense of sensitivity, about the issue here and twisted the story till it sounds… unserious.

But the girl (victim) is facing a much worse reality. She’s hot on everyone’s lips right now, all for the wrong reasons; NYP has received much publicity, bad ones that is. And for all this I sympathize the parties affected.

With all due respect I wrote from my heart, without any intention of hurting anyone.

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Shiqi, I hope you’ve booked the chalet for the class ’cause I only saw ‘X’ ‘X’ ‘X’ ‘X’ ‘X’ thorughout on the dates that we’ve planned to book the chalet on. And I’m really, really praying hard that it won’t clash with my expedition date. They haven’t even confirmed the date for it!!! Shucks!

I’m suppose to do a 1000-word article for a competition but I don’t have the heart to do it. What should I do? Tell the truth or force myself to complete it? Can someone be my guiding light for me here….

1 more day to Econs paper - Not mentally ready. That’s bad. The battle lost before I even touch the battlefield.