Day 5 of UOC.. the Amazing Race!!

Chartered buses fetched everyone back to NTU and the race started from there. There were a few stations, with programmers stationed at each. Each group will also have a programmer attached.

Gosh, you won't believe how much energy the freshies have left after like, 4 days of camp. Next year must make it more tiring for them. It's either they die or we die. I was attached to Moogle, and like 5 seconds into the race, I was already horribly regretting my decision, they were like the most siao on group there!! There was no more Amazing Race, it became the Amazing SPRINT! They sprinted ALL THE WAY from src to the NIE canteen, and then from there all the way to Lee Wee Nam!!! Machiam shooting an ad for Milo you know.. the poor old ladies and gentlemen (the programmers and M grp SAs) following behind still haven't eaten breakfast, spare a thought for them can?! Moogle set off last, 40 minutes after the first group, but by the time we were done with the first station, we were already the third last group, meaning we had already overtaken 2 groups. Old lady KS lost half her life chasing after her geenahs there.

Run around in school still ok... at least the people there understand we are having an orientation camp not so paiseh... wah biang these freshies their skin machiam 1 inch thick rubber... they can even run around, like kids playing catching, IN TOWN!! At that moment, KS really wished she could become an ostrich, find a drain to dig her head into. If anyone think you spotted KS running around like a siao geenah on the 15th July in town, no you got the wrong person. Wrong person hor.. remember. KS was NOT in town on the 15th July. No. She was... uhh... having a rendezvous on Mars.

We went to several places that day, NTU to opposite Beauty World for prata and Milo Dinosaur, to Harbour Front for a meal of total gunk (think baby food plus wasabi plus chilli sauce plus sardine plus thousand island sauce plus a whole load of other shit), to City Hall area for some picture taking, to Lau Pa Sat for dinner, and finally back to Changi Village to see transvestites *coughs* I mean, to drink lime juice.

Now let's talk about that meal of total gunk. As if it was not bad enough that it was total gunk.. and the freshies had to complete every single drop of that gunk. They had to choose to do it outside Raffles City!!! Onlookers saw a bunch of crazy fellas (probably juz released from IMH) tearing open wasabi packages, chilli sauces, baby food etc, mixing them altogether, and fighting to swallow all that gunk. Without close inspection, you might even think it was sharks' fin, abalone or birds' nest they were fighting after. But since loads of people seem to be curious enough to inspect closely, KS decided to play safe and stood 100 meters away from her fellow M grp friends. TO be doubly safe, she quietly puts on her shades and cap and prays no one will recognise her.

After that, the few old ladies decided they were too damn dead beat to carry on with the freshies, they left the old gentlemen to do the job while they sat down for their mahjong session, thinking the picture taking session would most probably take an hour since they had like, 11 pictures to find. Less than 30 minutes later the old gentlemen rang us to tell us they were done and the old ladies nearly fell off from their seats and broke their brittle bones. As we looked thru the pictures on the way to Changi Village, many old brittle jaws dropped and nearly couldn't be fixed back. The freshies took only like, 1 or 2 minutes to take pictures and get from one picture destination to another and take ANOTHER picture... even when the places are like, quite a great distance apart! (think like, Marina square and suntec city). The old ladies start saying grace and thanking god they decided on the mahjong session instead of accompanying the siao freshies on their photo-taking spree.

By the time we reached Changi Village, we were already the second group. From last to second. And yet they were still not done!! Immediately after they finished their lime juice, they were supposed to carry their GL back to the chalet (WHAT?! No ah gua to byo?!) And even with a GL on their backs, they could sprint. And sprint they did, from Changi Village ALL THE WAY back to Changi Aloha. Old lady KS sobs, "Eh I bribe the programmers put u all as the first group lar. Please stop running. I forgot to bring grease to oil my joints. Buay tahan liao lar." They turned a deaf ear. I mean, 20 deaf ears. By the time we reached the chalet, KS collapsed to the floor in one heap and could not stand up anymore. Mad freshies. Mad. Seriously mad. Someone must have fed them Red Bull in the morning.

The heavens cried for poor KS that night. It rained so heavily the bbq could not be started. In the end, cool Oakley Shades decided to show off his hidden skill.. he cooked for us! As he donned the apron and took out the wok, KS overheard someone exclaim, "You mean other than swearing and smoking and drinking, the man can actually COOK?" Oh well, the world is always full of surprises. Finally, at about 3am, the rain subsided. The bbq fire was started. But by then, none of us could fit anything else into our tummies. Despite running around all day and missing dinner. So we kinda sat around the fire, chatted, and played some bo liao games.

Now let me tell you about the programmers. OK Meifeng will agree with this, we were probably the 2 luckiest girls around during the entire camp. Though for the camp, the total number of females outnumbered the males by 1.5 times, for programmers, there were only 2 girls and the rest were all males. And like, 90% of them were manhunt material!! *ting ting!! Stars appear in KS's eyes* Ok I'm exaggerating. But seriously, by NTU standards, union camp has some of the best guys I've seen. In terms of looks. (You kidding?! Who the hell cares about character these days??) Cos we were the only 2 females there, they tended to look out for us more. A bunch of real entertaining guys. Never failed to make us double up with laughter. Of cos, it's an added bonus many of them were real kakkoi! Ok think I better not continue... I can go on and on forever. If one day they ever made boy-craziness a disease, I think they will probably name it the Kah Suan syndrome. Did I ever say I wanted to go les? Uhh.. let's shelf that plan for the time being.