Tuesday

Chuck 6 bottles of Carlton Draught and an Intermediate Macroeconomics text into your bag and you'll soon find that only one of them will serve its purpose. When you ask the tenant if you could bring your bike upstairs, you roughly have an idea of what you'd do that night.

It was a night of only seven of us. It was a Tuesday. I wanted to cycle home, but was offered a toothbrush, pillow and sleeping bag instead. We were pissed and that was it. I put myself into the snug sleeping bag and called it a night. I woke up an hour and forty minutes late for class. Although the text lastnight wasn't such a good companion, I reckon I did pretty well for the test nonetheless.

Tonight's dinner was awesome. Kylie Kwong style. It's Wednesday, but everybody prefers to abstain and stay alcohol-free for some time. Until this Friday.

Week 4

Lecture prank, 4 JPMorgan deal competition meetings, boozing, Platform 1, birthday dinner (the baked rice rocked), tried DotA (too much hype) and I'm finally back to church. August is a month of many birthdays. And going back to church is probably the most exciting bit of the week. It's been almost a year now, it's the same church (Planetshakers) but it sure feels alot different when going with friends instead of a confused build-your-own-religion girlfriend. Nonetheless, it's quite a relief now really that we could rest and catch up with work after more than 2 weeks of intense JPMorgan meetings. At least we have till 7th Sept to know if we're in for the next round. But hope all goes well.

Awesome Lecture Prank!

The scene at today's 10AM Intermediate Macroeconomics lecture was such a priceless gift to everyone present.

In the midst of the usual somewhat dry lecture by Don Harding, the wedding song was played in the AV system. We thought it was just some really loud ringtone or something. Our intuition went wrong when Don placed his hand on his chin and said, in such a perfect tone, "oh my God...".

Everyone turned around to see in such amazement a priest, a bride, a bridesmaid and another man slowly proceeding down the lecture theatre (Prince Philip Theatre in Architecture Building) with the background wedding music. As they settled in front of the lecture hall, everyone was extremely curious, while Don was really, really stoned. Silence took over for a little moment, when one student said "I object!". He apparently wasn't part of the act and was hence ignored. Well, at least everyone thought it wasn't funny.

Then one student sitting amongst us in a suit stood up and said "I forgot, that's my wedding!". He ran down and the 'wedding ceremony' proceeded in a rather dramatic way, with the bride crying, etc. The priest then asked the audience, us, if there was any objection. The man who came in with them stood up and objected. He quarrelled with the bride and chased each other away through the door next to Don. The whole prank was ended with only a "thank you" by the priest, and they left through the same door.

Later the lecture went on pretty fast. Don claimed that his heartbeat was probably near 150. All in all, it was really, really bizarre and thoroughly entertaining (partly to see Don's face).

Reportedly, there was a similar prank in the afternoon at Copland Theatre, with a bunch of guys running into the lecture hall, jumping and streaking for a while and ran out. It also left the lecturer just as stoned.

What do you guys think?

Week 3

Fresh oysters from Footscray, home cooked Singaporean char kuew and bah kut teh, 21 people, Southbank, and poker described Friday night. Work and work sum up the weekend. This following week will be all about assignments, meeting the Perak Prince and Chief Minister, finalizing the JP Morgan Deal, and party. At least it feels good to have done some work before getting started on a new week =)

Why so emo?

After dinner, we chilled at Southbank for a bit. Some even got pissed at waiting for the crowd to make a move to somewhere else. In the first attempt to get out, everyone was already at the bar and some took this opportunity to make a few shots of drinks. It sure is funny to see how the crowd later forgot the whole thing about going out and settled back at the lounge.

Boulevard was full, Platform 1 was meant for whites, 3D was DV8 instead (playing Rammstein and Marilyn Manson), so we proceeded to this small time house club next to 3D. I and Mervin went back to my house to grab some bread (hungry) and whiskey (thirsty) before entering. Everyone was having fun, great fun, till the security came and kicked us out, with the reason "some of you were sleeping". There weren't even warnings, although there claimed to be. Bloody racists. It's just ironic to see how this tiny club with such meagre patronage want to kick out the biggest bunch around. Oh well. Hence the perpetual small time-ness. Good luck crap.

Second Week

Tutes have kicked start this week. Some required prep, some didn't. On average it seems like I've got to know more than one new person everyday. Melbourne experience; I've wasted a whole damn year. On the other hand, sore throat had gone bad, and as it recovers, my left eye got infected. What crap.

I just came back from Platform 1 in fact. Out for 20 hours today; was only home for 15 minutes to change and get a little smashed. Only half of the crew was there. It was enormous fun though.

All being said, I'm far from calling it a week. There's going to be another celebration tomorrow, or more like a farewell, to a fellow Singaporean who is going back after a long vacation here. I'm hoping fun is enormous but not too intense. Scares me. But I love Melbourne =)

Kids vs Grass

When people smoke up, sometimes poo-poo problems occur e.g. mistargetting. But didn't we witness this back in the days at primary school? Did these kids smoke up too, or they were just high being... kids?