A soliloquizing (dozens more included) about camps.Please, ladies and gentleman, calm down will ya? Settle down ladies and gentleman. Please! The man over there! Anxiety! Will you please get down from that chair? Stop waving your placard like its the biggest thing on earth. Please! NO, no no, put that gun away. Ok, i am sorry i shouted at you, but please, get it away. Or everybody will start running. That's it. Good Boy. Now, please, everybody! Can i get your attention please?Today's seminar is about the different camps that have come to plague our master's mind. We have invited all the emotions that are currently contained in this body, and we have to come to a slight conclusion on what we are to do about the upcoming busy days which will surely and mostly test the limits of this frail body that has suffered so much under the outcast we call Boredom. Now to resume this seminar, let us review our agenda. We have currently a myraid of camps to choose from. Ranging from chinese incomprehensible camps (even Genius doesnt know what the camp is all about. All he knows is that it is utterly impossible to even know the purpose of the camp) to outdoor adventure camps, to even last minute, hi-i-am-at-your-door-to-delieve-you-a-scandal-to-invite-you-to-our-camp kinda camps. Freaky. But rest assured, Logic has, with the help of Rationality, determined the different camps that we will be experiencing. So please, get your notebooks and pens out. You got some shortform notes to take down. Firstly, as Sadness has reported, we recieved only two camps offer during the initial course offering. As She became Disappointment, she came to realise that only one of the camps was feasible. It was the Malaysian Students' Association FOC ( Or, as our Knowledge base has kindly provided, Freshman Orientation Camp). The other one is the afore mentioned Chinese camp which, judging from your rather sleepy faces, we shant dwell or even mention it anymore. So as Fate has it, we have chosen the Malaysian's Students' Association FOC to be the number one camp to go to. Since well, there isnt any more choices to choose right? Then, Hope declared that she had enough, so she went on a strike, and sure enough, Hope always Answer, and so come hither a new package, filled with a number of camps. Which, under some very weird illogical probablity, almost everyone of it clashes with one another. So how, we ask, how are we to choose what camps are we going to go? Then, as always, Logic comes to rescure, complete with information from Knowledge Base. Apparently, the finance section reports that our accounts have been dwindling. The balance is currently negative, as of today, so until we recieve our next tuition payment, we are in dire need of money. Short of listening to dear Illegal Plots inside out head, we shall turn to more, erm...respectable occupation. Like putting our hands out, and freeload the money from Father and Mother. All in favour, please, raise up your hand. Hm..so the vote is unanimous. Good. No, Irrationality, we cant possibly ask for a thousand dollars, though we would love to, but as you know, its irrational. Now moving on. Since we have, temporarily solved the issue of the finance, we can move on to more serious business. So we dissected the information, and we came to a conclusion. The sterotypical view we had of the School of Communication and Information (SCI), where its supposedly to be one of the more..fun faculties, is destroyed, because we dont see any camps that remotely suggest anything is happening. So, to choose the best, we let Logic decide, and behold and lo, he has choosen the Outdoor Adventure Camp! Its call FOOT, the short form for erm..well, we let the rest of you do the mind work. So the Planner in us has prepared to send all the neccesary documents, with our very own Excitement, growing and occupying a huge amount of space, which is increasing every second, but is held on close, very precariously by Disappointment, who is just DYING to poke a needle into the bulging mass that is growing dangerously towards critical mass. Dont do anything silly, we dont really want DEATH to come right? All right, before our own Morbidness comes into play, let's continue. We just had late breaking news today, so we had to add in a new section to this seminar. Apparently, as our Senses reports, we have recieved yet another package. You cant really say its a package, as its a paper bag. The first Instinct that we recieved was that it contained Food from mcDonalds. Gloriously Correct corrected us later by saying its another package, and this time, its from SCI! Now, excitement, dont get too big, we have a mediator, but we dont want to use it if absolutely neccessary. ok, now calm down. Good boy. Back to the er...pressing issue, so we currently have three camps on our list. And the dates are consecutively side by side, with the exception of maybe one day rest, which we have to rely on our Teaching Side to do tuition for my monetary needs. But are we going to go for all three? That is the issue and question for today. Now, let us rest, for Sleep is waiting, like the very old cleaner, ready to sweep you all off your feets. Literally. Oh, and my name? I am Minghao. But you can call me Justin. Good night. Justin ranted at 12:20:00 am on the |