It's ALLLLIIIVVVEEE (Ace Ventura style)

Yep, the blog lives again after a 1 year lay-off. I stopped blogging for a number of reasons:

1. Sometimes the Internet was immensely slow, especially when the mood to blog was high, so the feeling died.

2. I lacked creativity to write; in other words, the writers' block.

3. I was playing lots of games.

So why start again? It's because:

1. Internet here is quite good. Every 4 rooms share a router, so it's fast and rarely slow.

2. I removed the block.

3. There're no more many games to play. T.T

I also thought it'd be a good way to update myself so that my faithful 8 followers can keep up on what's happening here. Your faithfulness shall be rewarded with nonsense posts I guess!

Anyway, it was a tiring one week of orientation. Sleeping at 2 (sometimes 3) and waking up at 6, crazy-packed schedules which only allow 20-minute meals (which upon lining up takes 10 minutes+), and the 20-minute walk from hostel to meeting place each day. Truth be told, I think I got thinner already from all the walking. Still, it was a good week because I got to make new friends of the same wavelength, different wavelength, and those of a particular distant universe.

The orientation ended on a high (meaning highest form of torture) with a 3-days-2-nights camp in Cinta Alam Kelimat, Perak. During my 3 days there, I only got to bathe once because of the tight schedule. On the first night, they let us off at 12am. I had to do patrol work at 1 and with my shift ending at 2, was looking forward for some good rest. Rest though, only belongs with the dead and we had to go for jungle trekking immediately after my shift. Came back around 6+ before the next activity started again at 7am.

Had a presentation to perform that night, and with 12 groups performing, the 6 worst would be sent to 'rendam' in the river. Well, my group was one of them. 'Rendaming' was fine, but before we could get to the river, we had to crawl through the mud which was disgusting to say the least. >.<

In my 3rd day there, the camp commandant was especially strict on us. He made us do many push-ups, claiming that we weren't disciplined and united. His favourite stunt was the 'ukur padang' where we would have to lie flat on the field and roll all the way to the other side. If we didn't count together, he'd make us roll back to the other end of the field. In between the torture, he'd teach some things about taking care of the environment, and also unity, but no need until like that gua. What he did was like killing a fly by running a 5-ton truck over it when you could just have done a Karate-Kid chopstick kill. I guess the more severe the longer the effect lasts though.

So all in all, I'm kinda glad the 1st week was over. Class was on yesterday and it was interesting. I'm the first batch of students who'd be undergoing a 4-year course in Mass Communications instead of 3 years that have been going on before this. They're teaching us about the history of it now which I like and the lecturers so far have been nice.

Looking forward to coming back this week for Sharlissa's wedding and meeting my family again. Oh wheeee, oh whee oh whee, am baba wei!