My bus ride was near perfect. Complete with strong air-conditioning and a nearly-empty bus, the temptation to catch a nap was simply irresistable. Then came the bumpy roads and a journey full of twists and turns, jerks and halts. Shucks. Dreams are really the oppostite of reality sometimes.

Poor Jiahong, he had to wait patiently for 2 agonisingly long hours for me to complete my enrolment. At least Cat waited to see my photo in my lanyard before "meowing" off to another place. Not that I'm feeling honoured, she just didn't have to wait THAT long. I truly take my hat off to my buddy for having a high level of tolerence and patience. I'm sure he's really tempted to get to know the freshies out there but can't seem to be able to do so as he had wait for ME. Chill dude...

The "photographer" was as fake. And I mean real fake. She said I look happy and the next person, nice. And the person was looking so reluctant, jokingly I'm not. I wonder if there's a script in her laptop somewhere where she compiled all the nice adjectives to bombard the freshies when the time came. Then there was an uncle sitting lonely at the last station, giving out our lanyards. He looked so bored and it turned me off. What more, he kept pointing to a piece of paper which I'm suppposed to show him. Why can't he just open his mouth and say something? Duh...

FO camps after FO camps. I didn't know there were a lot until I realised it was too late. I thought there's only one camp that all freshies need to attend. Luckily, I'm not that gullible to attend all the camps in the SP Student's Union. On the waiting list I was. Somehow, the Community Service and Cultural Club's FO camp manage to attract me. There, ten bucks flew off my wallet to pay for the "Last Caribbean". Surprisingly, the Sports Club was not sporty at all and the Current Affairs and Debating Club members didn't look a bit like debaters at all. They were inactive for someone in a Sports Club and damn "Ah-Beng" to be in the CADC respectively. Maybe looks aren't everything. But harshly speaking, that's how first impression works!

Finally, when I thought all was over and I eventually get to see my buddy's long lost face, I was being pulled in by the Malay Cultural Group. They actually send someone to ask me a dumb question that goes, "Are you a Malay?" Oh man, to fall for a damn stupid gimmick was bad enough. But I was polite enough to tell them the truth, in case they were doubting themselves.

Frankly, I thought "mat" and "minah" will occupy the campus, what more the club but once again rule #110 that goes "Don't judge the book by it's cover" puts me in the wrong. Friendly they were but their camp was the most expensive of all. Above all, I have to pay an extra $9 to get their club's polo tee. I guess it's down to the ratio problem. This too made me sat on the fence, citing 'doubtful' as the reason.

The enrolment in SP wasn't just an eye-opener for me. It made me realise that post-secondary school years were really different. And I really mean different. One more thing, Singapore isn't as expensive as what most are blindly nodding their heads about. My buddy spent a mere $1 for 45 minutes of entertainment and $6 odd for a filling lunch cum dinner. What entertainment you say? The arcade of course, that is if you're already a pro in a certain game. In fact, you can even make a person lose money in arcade. Now that's what I call true adrenalin rush.

My buddy must be smiling widely now if he managed to read all the way till this sentence here. I just hope he won't "thesis" me.