Blue, Black, and Red

Today is the Lion City's national day, and I spent the whole day lazing around in my room. A well-deserved rest, actually, as the past week has been really fantabulously tiring. When I received the academic calendar for NUS a month earlier, I was quite surprised to see an entire week of orientation. I had guessed that it was to initiate the freshmen into a new system and into studying in the university. Boy, was I wrong.

Spent Saturday awkwardly trying to join in with my engineering orientation group's chats about anything singaporean, while rushing around the faculty building playing continuous icebreakers and group games including but not limited to charades, treasure hunts, and drinking Really Disgusting Stuff™. Result of the day: bruises on my legs thanks to enthusiastic slaps by group members.

Spent Monday awkwardly trying to join in with my engineering orientation group's chats about anything singaporean, while rushing around a big running track, soccer field, and two tennis courts playing continuous icebreakers and group games including but not limited to 15 people tied to each other and dragging themselves across the floor using just their hands in a poor poor imitation of the handphone classic favourite game Snake. Also, walking around blindfolded with a set-up literally blind date, while getting flour water and oreos being thrown at self. Result of the day: realising that sometimes blind dates make you wish you were blind and couldn't see her. Cough.

Spent Wednesday awkwardly trying to explain things during my engineering orientation group's chats about anything malaysian, while rushing around a beautiful beach on Sentosa playing continuous icebreakers and group games including but not limited to carrying seawater in the mouth, taking off pants and dancing in the sea, and playing dodgeball with fruits. Also, playing word and mind games like "How many sheep jumped over the wall?" while eating icecream and thinking about how singaporeans seem to have too much time on their hands to invent such lame word games and why the heck didn't we play this back in malaysia. Result of the day: Sunburnt.

Hm, spent Tuesday awkwardly trying to explain about why I was late, while rushing around the city area wearing a pink shirt, asking for donations for charity from aunties, uncles, white, black, and colourless men. Also, was real glad I didn't follow the other group members who stayed over at the faculty building the night before and had 5 minutes of sleep each. Result of the day: People hate me as much as they love their money.

Singapore has bad food.

Singapore has nice sights.

Sidenote: Congratulations everybody! 0601PE1 turned out to be even more gay than the transvestite I met on the street.