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1:25 PM

DADADUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I so totally cannot keep my enthusiasm out of my voice.

Because, quoting what Kitz said to me... "You June holidays actually just started when you stepped into the house today(yesterday)."

YESSSSS! *does happy MSN emoticon jiggle* Well actually it started the moment I stepped out of NUS last evening..

Apologies to the dear people whom I left back at SMUN, especially Sabs and Saki..

WOULD'VE chronicled it ala Pre-U Sem if it had be anything similarly worthy of such a chronicle. But alas... Good God. When I start rambling about it I'll probably be too drawn into my mortification to stop.

[I must warn all readers that Bitch Lizzy appears here and now.]

Admittably, Eusoff Hall is one of the nicest in NUS. And everyone else was still complaining about it, so that says a lot about the standard of the halls in general. The rooms were bigger than in PGP, but half my desk was adorned with lizard poop and my blinds refused to co-operate with me. This was of course, a very bad thing since I was facing the guys dorm and they were all happily showing off their non-existent abs and peering out of their windows while I frantically tried to think how I was ever going to change in my room with the blinds stubbornly refusing to come down.

IN ANY CASE. We only got our rooms after the first committee session.. and actually, right from the moment I came I was completely blah-ed. First I had to leave directly after band handover, then the cab driver dropped me off in the middle of nowhere, and then when I finally got to meet up with the rest of them, we were faced with lunch that was about, three shades of white. White rice, white half-coagulating egg and white half-drowned cabbage.AND THEN.. after that most appetizing meal, we attempted to leave the Eusoff Hall grounds and was confronted with first realization of how wonderful the organizing committee was. Knowingly, Von and I aren't the most tactful of individuals when we're annoyed/pissed off/insert relevant emotion here. And yes we know we've got an attitude, but all it takes to trigger it would be a bunch of university students who exist only in their happy circular world enclosed in their bubbles believing in their own competence while entrenched in their own insecurities.

Now it might be possible I took this camp so badly because I just returned from Pre-U Sem last week and all SMUN succeeded in doing in terms of organization was to remind me how grateful I was towards the people who made Pre-U Sem such an efficent, smooth camp.So yes, after Turn Off Number One, we encountered Turn Off Number Two, which came in the form of some loser, and I say loser because I absolutely do not know what else to use to describe a person who has the guts to tell me: "Hey, you're late. We are from the organizing committee. You should respect your seniors."

Excuse me here, but WTF?

So he didn't say it specifically to me, more to the air that we were breathing at we walked past him, but hello, what kind of absolute losery statement was it to tell us you were from the organizing committee? I'm so certain we care and would bow down to kiss your shoes in apology just because you're so called, in charge of us?

Once again I reiterate the humility of the Pre-U Sem organizers... Those were SRJC students, these are university students... the difference, the comparison, it really makes me doubt my own desire to attend university here in Singapore now.

And then the food we had for dinner was some sort of pseudo fish and chips. Quoting Sabs: "How can anyone go wrong with fish and chips?!" Well answering that, yes you can.

Soggy McDonalds fries would've been more palatable. And my fish had bones. Like this entire throng of 0.5cm bones which rendered it, by any means, inedible. I drowned my carrots, peas and corn (which tasted dubiously uncooked) in chili sauce in a bid to save my dinner.

And then, if you thought it couldn't get any worse, it was supposed to be social night. Aha. Ha. Ha.The emcee was this girl who was pretty, looked like a pouf in her tube dress which threatened to slip all through the night, and had the best/worst fraud angmoh accent I ever had to listen to. It was endurable for the first 5 minutes and completely annoying for the rest.

She kept repeating over and over again for everyone to get ready to play games when it was quite evident that everyone did not want to play any game whatsoever. And since I was conveniently practically in front of her, I'm sure she did not notice I was still struggling to swallow their convenient excuse for dinner when she happily annouced that everyone had finished eating and it was time to play games that would supposedly bond everyone together.

Now at this point in time I guess I ought to insert a disclaimer that they are after all university students and despite them claiming their experience in having organized such.. events before, (I guess more sympathy points for those who never did experience the nightmare of having 200 JC students under their charge) they probably had no idea what they were getting themselves into when they tried to put together something without bringing into consideration the fact that these 200 participants were not static chess pieces that could be navigated at will.


So the horrid excuse for social night proceeded, with the emcee threatening in her fraud angmoh accent with that plastic smile on her face a message that could be translated as: I don't care if you don't want to play this game you're damn well going to play it because we organized it and you're not going to make us look like losers by making us realize what a flop this social night really is.

So yes, poor Sabs and Saki were dragged into the game while the rest of us, Von, Rannald, Aishya and Jeffery snuck out for a little walk. When the two of them finally joined us 20 minutes later, they had painfully traumatized expressions etched onto their faces. Which would have almost been funny. Almost. So after another little excursion, we returned back to the hall to find out what that absolute racket was, and apparently, the committee thought it would be a good idea to have a clubbing session in the dark. And it was. HILARIOUS. We peeped in and what I saw left me breathlessly howling for five minutes.

There was this entire clump of people attempting to dance and groove to the music. They were clumped together like a herd of zebras escaping from a lion or something. And the organizing committee were grooving in their own circle, and er.. I shan't even go there. No really. I can't. The best description I could come up with was that of a bunch of sea anemone tentacles swaying with the current.

And okay, so there we were, 7 of us... and what we did made me want to laugh/cry/wail over why I was even there to begin with. We went to the other end of the hall, where there was a crate of apples (the only edible thing available), took one each, and went out the side. THERE WE STOOD, in a circle, with the music pounding out from behind the sliding doors, and ate apples. It was so painfully funny.

Or funnily painful. I really wish I had my camera with me to capture the image of 7 people standing in silence in a circle, wearing nice going-out clothes (cause we were told to) eating apples while conveniently trying to pretend that the "dancing" mass not 20m away behind closed doors didn't exist.

AUGH. Okay, so that was the worst of it.
Comittee sessions.. Von and I didn't really do very much talking, we just formed our African Alliance (we were Nigeria) and met people who made Day Two more tolerable and actually, fun.


[end Bitch.]


Still, I'm glad I got to spend time with Von, cause both of us have been so busy over everything that we haven't had time to spend with each other. I love Vonniekins. *HUGS*

Of course I had fun playing cards and living off the food we had to buy from the Co-Op with Sabs and Saki in the middle of the night as well.

And to give them some credit Thomas, the president of the Politcal Science Society is actually a rather decent fellow. The point the organizing committee really missed was that we were JC students. You can't control us, we won't let you. And the rest might think he's a pushover by being nice to us and sort of giving in to us at times, but everyone else just seemed to want things to go their way, the way it was the planned, we must do this, this, this and that. I just thought the fact that us as 17, 18 year olds were not really taken into consideration..

So some things failed, they didn't according to plan, and you get angry at us because of it. I don't think that's exactly fair, because what you want and what we want exists on completely different levels.

Oh well. Maybe in future years it might improve, if they ever attempt to organize another SMUN.

And oh, if you're wondering why I'm blogging now, because technically, the camp ends today. I left last night.

For reasons that would deserve another entry, because this one has gone on for long enough. (:
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
8:25 AM

My heart's in a flurry at the moment... things to pack, what to bring, why am I even going for SMUN in the first place.. *mumbles*

The enthusiasm level that Von and I are displaying now rivals that of a dead cow. Hopefully we will find some motivation later on (and for the next two days) to endure six committee sessions. Half of them last for 3 straight hours at a go. I mean, three? I think I might feel happier sitting for my Lit paper than arguging in a tiny conference room with a bunch of other 'countries' over achieving primary education for all.

This is it man.. Liz, politics and you equates to a big giant NO.

8.30AM.

By the end of this two weeks of my holidays would've disappeared like mist. Thought the June holidays would've been a good time for me to take a breather and enjoy some quiet time with my Abba..

I know He's always there. But sometimes when you distance yourself to engage in the hectic schedule you've set out for yourself in this world, you feel like He's so far away... even though you know He isn't.

My Spirit's hungry.


Oh well, see y'all on Friday.


Magnificent - Hillsong

Who compares to You
Who set the stars in their place
You who calmed the raging seas
That came crashing over me.

Who compares to You
You who bring the morning light,
The hope of all the earth
Is rest assured in Your great love.

You are magnificent,
Eternally wonderful, glorious.
Jesus, no one ever will compare
To You, Jesus.

Where the evening fades,
You call forth songs of joy.
As the morning wakes,
We Your children give You praise.

You are magnificent,
Eternally wonderful, glorious.
Jesus, no one ever will compare
To You, Jesus.

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 Anonymous said

hey Liz, Eusoff Hall sucks-disha

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
7:32 PM

HAH! HAHAHA!


NEW LAYOUT!

Enjoy the horizontal navigation. =X (Although it can admittably be annoying.)

Told myself a few years back that one day I'll make a layout that scrolls sideways, and so I have! Teensy bit of silly satisfaction from having fulfilled this odd little ambition of mine.

Now I finally feel ready to tear myself away from the computer and go pack my bag for SMUN. Almost.

As with every other layout I always feel like I could've done something a little more. Might've gotten a little too enthusiastic with my lines and circles.. Hmm.

But hey, I LOVE CIRCLES. :s
Or at least, I conclude that I must love them since I keep using them in practically every layout I have made to date.

Apologies if the image takes dynasties to load. It's not that big but it is big. I guess. XP


Will have to miss half of SMUN in the morning tomorrow. Gah well.. No big loss, methinks.

3 more days away from home. Nyuuuu. =( I've only had 4 days to sleep in my own bed and now I've gotta leave it again. Eusoff Hall. Hmm. Lord please provide decent rooms and decent food for us. (:

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Sunday, June 04, 2006
12:17 AM

Mmm..

Guess I should blog aye? But there's so much that Lizzy wants to say that bursting this dam would probably be an unwise tak to attempt to embark on.. :P

Pre-U Sem pictures have been uploaded (at the expense and sacrifice of my 4e6'05 photos which for some some strange reason, seem to have disappeared after I got my Pre-U sem ones in. :S) at Flickr as per normal.

Should probably get my bimbo bits over and done with in case I actually want to go all out and get emo with this blog entry.

Mom got me a white windbreaker from Giordano in HK to replace my black one which has mysteriously disappeared. If it's with any of you, could you please return it? Not that I think it is... I just.. have no idea how I managed to lose it. Dad claims someone could've nicked it out of our backyard (where we hang the clothes to dry) but that just sounds a teeny bit incredulous.
I liked that black windbreaker very much. :s Hrmp. It's seen me through so many exam periods, mugging sessions in freezing cold fastfood joints and Coffee Beans... And much more.


Oh WELL. White is generally so totally not my colour, but it's a windbreaker nonetheless and I appreciate Mommoy for having bought it for me.




Pre-U Sem.
Hrm.
SO MUCH TO SAY. But first.. I guess.
Well, I love you Group 23 (GFC 45/46)!
Fahmi, Lin, Jason, Ben, Alastair, Man Ying, Yi Lin, Cherie, , Janice, Sofia, Munirah, Shih Shun, John, Durwin, Nadine, Hui Ru, Elaine. All 17 of you and our SLOs Kelvin and Serene.. (:

Finding it incredibly difficult to locate you guys on Friendster for some reason and out of my ignoramus nature I appear to have saved the contacts of very few of you..

Shall try to keep this short and sweet.
Much love to the whole 23! Especially..
My bitching pals, Fahmi and Lin, who were a constant source of entertainment when the intellectuals were busy trying to sound intelligent.
The BRIDGE crew! Even though we only started on it towards the last 48 hours or so. (: Jason, Ben, Man Ying and towards the end, John.

I'll love to include pictures in this post but Sis is hovering around waiting for Lizzy to evacuate..


I don't want to try and put into words the magic that comes with camps that are well organized (kudos to SRJC for a job well done!), meeting new people and having 5 days to bond with them... My first and last Pre-U Sem.. I really just want to thank God for placing me in this group with these people... And for giving us that particular subject to film, which equated to us having more time for ourselves, to play dai dee and bridge, to sleep and bond.. to have pizza and finish everything.

Fyu.. (: It's been one helluva experience, and I'm glad my initial hesitance has proven to be very, very wrong.

Will probably have more to say on this, considering I did spend a whole 5 days of my life experiencing people, issues, and reflecting on my viewership of society. And 5 days, is more than enough time for impact to make its impression in my life.


Anyway! Went to Fort Canning to celebrate Amitha's birthday (2nd June) today. Was fun, although Rannald, being the only male, was pretty much being bullied into being our butler of sorts. Sab made lovely brownies, Zhenghui's chicken/potato pie was really not bad! And of course Amitha's potato salad.. Was a nice, cosy little 33/06 affair and was mostly enjoyable till it started getting dark and they almost started telling ghost stories.. Well, Rannald did take a stab at a few but thankfully, he's almost as skillful at it as MJ, so it wasn't all that scary.. Considering the fact that we were flaunted by trees in a corner of Fort Canning shrouded in darkness, I guess I'm glad their plan didn't succeed and we, being girls, conveniently continued gossiping.



AND I've realized I take a kazillion years to talk nonsense on this little space of mine.

Just read my mail and Soefie has sent a most hliarious, somewhat true (not all the time) food for thought that I'll like to share..


I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in... (HAHAHA. I just think this one is hilarious.)

I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just
jackasses.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.

I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.

I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.

I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.

I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it.

I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.

I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.

And the real pains in the ass are permanent.




Okay so I don't agree with 'em all, life isn't really that much to be cynical about when I know I have Christ holding on to me all the time.


And even though for some strange reason I never seem to want to ever shut up and finish rambling on my blog, I have to sleep because Sis wants the com and I'm actually going for first tomorrow.

So.. well. The gist of what I wanted to tell myself (and whoever actually read this and made it this far, that is) :


Stop taking life so seriously. (:
You only get to live once.
So live. :D

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