it's the first day of the holidays.

the rmun briefing was relatively painless, though there were times when i felt my blood pressure sky-rocket. these mostly occured when claud or matt were alerted to various screw-ups, and proceeded to rectify the situation with a slew of flustered hand motions or, in matt's case, a lesson in how very versatile the f-word actually is-

1. as a noun and adverb:

"why the fuck can't you just fucking follow the fucking instructions"

2. as an adverb and verb:

"it's when you think you're so fucking smart and don't fucking do as you're told that you fuck up the whole thing"

3. as a noun:

"[insert name] is a real fucker"

4. as a verb:

"tell [insert secondary school] to fuck off"

5. to form a compound word:

"how un-fucking-professional."

there must have been others too, but i can't remember all. anyway, excuse me but i'm not bitching per se; i am relating what i found marginally hilarious, given the context of things. anyway most of the time the negative energy was chanelled between the both of them, and therefore was somewhat contained. i'm not blaming them for being in shit moods, because i would probably have been that way too. it's just that i have long reached the state of blissful nonchalance with all things concerning hissoc, and so am unaffected when things screw up, as i am sure they inevitably will. (no doubt this is my fault, but whatever).

also, in a cunning ploy to cut short kwok's "warm welcome speech" to the secondary schools, we decided to present him with a birthday cake to celebrate his belated birthday, right in front of all the secondary school kids. you can just imagine how pleased he was, what with all the attention directed to him. later, however, i got a different perspective from shang- "you should have seen the horrified look on his face when this whole bunch of girls emerged carrying his face. he was like, 'why no guys???'" hahahaha. exposed.

after hissoc i met up with a few classmates to play captain's ball under the hot sun in the open space next to the canteen. there were only 7 of us, so we all had to run like mad. i must have burnt 50000 calories or something. plus, somehow my teammates INSISTED on throwing high balls, which they obviously knew i wouldn't be able to reach, given my status in the height department. dammit, it's not my fault that i'm short!

ended off the afternoon with triple decker cheesecake at coffeebean. i swear it is the BEST cheesecake i have ever tasted in my whole entire life. if there is a nirvana for food, this is it. my month-long quest for the best cheesecake is now officially over; i have found it and there is nothing else that can compare. the only thing that comes close is the NYDC oreo cheesecake, but even then, it didn't have the thick layer of crushed oreos that the coffeebean one had.

i'm shallow, so sue me.