Pamy linked a blog to me in which a freshie blogged about the CS orientation package. In her own words, she received a "really weird package from NTU wkwsci with the word ‘evidence’ pasted across the front of the bag. and inside it contained a dart and macaroni and other weird things. ughs. anyways, not going for the orientation so like, whatever. i visited my team leader’s blog and he writes in chinese. I mean, not that I have anything against that but… HMMM. apparently, they delivered the package straight to my house and were looking forward to meeting me. screw that, really."
I applaud her for speaking the truth. It was a very weird package. I can't remember the number of times I got stopped by condo security guards trying to convince them that this WAS an orientation package. One of them was convinced I was delivering junk. Well, its hard not to believe that. I mean, LOOK AT THE MACARONI! The guard even asked me, is the person expecting you?
What? Is the person expecting a delivery of two pieces of macaroni? I think they'd sooner expect money to fall from the sky. The sky is so high, the bird shit in your eye. Ok never mind I sidetracked a little there.
But apart from all that, I think this freshie is misunderstood that we were all really looking forward to meeting them. Why would I be so excited if I'm going to see you around for the next 3 years anyway. Maybe, as a guy, I was wondering if I was going to meet any hot freshies. But even that got stale after awhile.
Honestly, after delivering about 2 or 3 packages, I was all ready to throw the packages into the mailbox. But guess what? HDB flats have anti spam mailboxes. And I'm not about to waste money on stamps delivering macaroni to people who don't like macaroni and other weird things like an orientation guide. Oh you didn't want it? Even better that we didn't waste money then.
Just to let you know, I didn't even bother taking a bus to deliver my orientation packages. I used a bicycle. I did it because I'm a cheapskate and it was good exercise. Which it definitely was. There was this freshie whose flat had no lift and I had to climb 8 floors. You know who you are. I know who you are too.
By the way, this statement struck me as a little weird. "i visited my team leader’s blog and he writes in chinese. I mean, not that I have anything against that but… HMMM. apparently, they delivered the package straight to my house and were looking forward to meeting me. screw that, really."
From what I've learned in COM 201, the use of paralanguage like "HMMM..." and language like "screw that, really" suggests that she DOES have something against her "team leader's" blog being in Chinese. Well probably because she can't read it. However, why is her blog named "my shanghainese boy"? So she hates cheena people but secretly likes them too? Whoa. You have issues girl.
But, nothing was scarier than what I read at the end of that post. It went like "BUT, i went home croc-less AGAIN. Couldn’t decide between Alice or Malindi. And couldn’t decide on the colour as well! It was terrible. So once again, I shall sleep on whether paying 60 bucks for rubber shoes are worth it... Crocs make life so difficult."
Crocs? No amount of clothing from Mango will save one who wears Crocs.