Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Archery chalet last week.

In which Gerri learned that her baby managed to make a fool of himself and that the commando camp has a strange sort of celebrity status.

The chalet was at Aloha Changi, 3 days and 2 nights.

I didn't stay over on the first night coz I still had French class the next day and I didn't fancy the idea of travelling all the way back to school from the east.

So I went home after the barbeque on the first night and came back on the evening of the second day.

The thing about the chalet is that the area it's in is only accessible by one bus, and that bus comes from Tampines Interchange. For the first half of the journey, the bus goes through normal HDB estate area, passing apartment blocks and schools; the second half of the journey however, winds around military bases, on quiet two-lane roads lined with wire fences with green weaving and two rows of barbed wire.

A little freaky.

And it didn't help that when I was on the way there with the bunch of them who were checking in on the first day, Connor mentioned: "Imagine if you got lost and had to find your way out of here alone at night."

-_-|| No thanks.

So, on my way there on the evening of the second day, I was on the bus and this group of about um.. five to eight guys got on the bus and happened to sit right behind me. I was just kinda staring out the window and stoning, and when I got back into my own headspace and "tuned in" I suddenly realised that in their very loud conversation, these guys mentioned the phrase "commando camp" in almost every other sentence.

For a second there, it felt like I was on a tour bus. -_-

(Insert mental image here: "And on your left, you will see.. oh, another army camp! And oh look, hot sweaty men." XD)

Yes, it turns out that the commando camp is the camp which is nearest to where the chalets are.

So when the bus stopped at the bus stop right outside the camp, the guys behind me got even more excited and started talking even more loudly. Seems it was because the lights were all on and there were plenty of people in the parade square. Later Joseph told me it was probably coz one batch was POP-ing.

And when I reached the chalet, everyone there told me that the night before, Ervin, Wai Xin and Joseph had been very um... entertaining. Lol.

I suppose the club tradition of embarrassing people during the archery chalet continues. XD


And here's a group picture from the first night.

Four generations of NUS archers. ^_^

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Silly me forgot to blog about my first French lesson yesterday.

The funniest thing about it though, was that I actually didn't realise that my French lecturer was taking attendance at the beginning of the class until he'd called about 5 names. :P

And then as usual, I started worrying and wondering how my name would come out.

After 3 years in NUS, I can count the number of tutors who *haven't* mutilated my name on one hand. Some of them seem to have a problem with names which exceed two syllables, some of them seem to have trouble with English itself (what the hell??), let alone English names, but what I hate most of all is when only some garbled, half-assed version of my name stumbles off their tongue; something which, most of the time, sounds vaguely like "Jehr-deen?"

My hand goes up; "Um, it's 'Geraldine', sir. Or you could just call me Gerri."

Better that than have you ruin my name for the rest of the semester.

But hey, surprise, surprise (although thinking back on it, I shouldn't have been surprised...).

My French tutor *enunciates* EVERY *SINGLE* letter of my name perfectly. And hell, my name sounds *fantastic* with a French accent. XD

Monday, May 07, 2007

The day I check out of Eusoff Hall for good.

Had to head back to school for my first French lesson today-- Special Term 1 starts today-- so just before my lesson at 10 am, I dropped by Eusoff to return my transponder.

Before that, I stopped by my room one last time to make absolutely sure that I hadn't left anything behind in the room. After which, I locked up room C301 for the last time and said farewell to C Block of Eusoff Hall.


My room door during the last week of exams, with 3 PhD comics stuck to it and a postcard with my theory that studying, not curiosity, killed the cat. XD


The C3 long wing corridor from my end of the corridor...


...and this is the view from the other end, where the double rooms are.

I think some of the things that I'll miss most are the room itself (Eusoff rooms are pretty big), popping over to other people's rooms just to chat, seeing people whom you know during mealtimes in the dining hall, and the view from my room window. After the tree just outside my window had a lot of its branches pruned and cut my room became a lot brighter and the port was much more visible-- I could see the cranes lifting containers through gaps in the rooftops of the private houses just next door.

C Block isn't too noisy; or maybe it's just the fact that I'm at the end of the corridor which puts me far away from the noise which usually happens in the *middle* of the block, be it mahjong in the block lounge, people talking loudly in the kitchenette at C2 while making themselves supper, or the C4 guys yelling expletives at each other while kicking a football around upstairs.

A good number of the C4 guys were also part of the Hall band, so sometimes there'd be singing accompanied by a guitar at night; most of the time I'd think it was Sham, since it seemed like it was coming from his room-- directly above and to the left of mine.

Other things that I'll miss?

Waking up just an hour before class, getting breakfast from the dining hall, washing up and getting dressed and slowly strolling towards Arts. Late night trips to the 7-11 round the corner at Fong Seng for munchies. Block suppers and Hall suppers and free food (heehee). And during exam period, if you're lucky enough to have one of your exam venues be in your own hall, you also get the satisfaction of strolling out 15 minutes before the start of the paper, and not have to stew and panic with everyone else who's waiting.

And one of the most entertaining things is also when there's a 9 am paper at Eusoff and I wake up at 8.30 to get breakfast; walking to the dining hall (and passing all those panicking crammers on the way) while barely half awake just rubs it in-- "Haha, I just woke up and you had to wake up an hour and a half ago to get here and cram for your paper." XD

But once again, most of all, I'll miss my bright happy room with my bright happy bedsheet.


My room before packing...



...and my room *after* packing.


But I suppose all good things do have to come to an end.


Goodbye, C Block.



Goodbye, Eusoff Hall.