A Fresh Start For or Or orh?

Eh what la you guys don't post liaw mer? I don't see Rol's freetime feedback, nor Hay's or Bui's freetime posts, nor VK's daily freetime whatever posts. Anyways, I'll just continue my story before me lunch.

We checked into our room, handpicked since we registered quite early for foundation level. After some cleaning up and a bid farewell to we parents, we moved on towards the lives of independance. Doesn't sound that extravagant anymore now, doesn't it? xD What was stored in hand for us was the dread of all beginnings - Orientation Week. The days began with LOTS of briefings; made snoozers and losers out of us. But still we prevailed with useful sorts of information gained, with what we thought was good enough - but it wasn't. Our facilitators were our coordinators during the orientation week, who held utmost power in manipulating us freshies.
*Note: The following sentences to come may be exaggerating and hyperbolic and may be up to the reader's extent to think, fantasize or refer back to logic for assistance. Still, there is still reality written in here and should not be mistaken for imagination.

There were merciful facees who adhere popularity among the weak hearted and those seeking sanctuary. Even though peace was given, it only lasted a moment. There came in facees with iron grips and strict confidence in their nature which were most feared among freshies - The Discipline Department.
Those characteristics can be related to situations where we had a fun time after moral activites where everyone was laughing and enjoying with the hearty games. Then after a quick minute, our mood would be turned to silence and despair when the person in charge of assessing our every wrong movement, came in. This was the time everyone knew that we won't be going home 'alive' but we'll be heading back, faces down.

Now it became customary in UTP that everyone shud arise from their seats the moment the word 'Announcing' came unusually fast out of the speaker's mouth. This may sound easy but the problem wounded us when we had to get our butts of our seats in a split second. Maybe a good exercise for the senses and the legs especially; but doing that at 1am in the morning after a tiring and hectic day seemed to encourage our grouches.
The words do come fast after having a look at our perfomance. The speaker commented,"Too. Slow." Slowly he speaked to ignite the tone of looking down on us. When some of us smirked, he would say in his usual slow and cool but firm voice, "Don't smile. I don't like. Your smile."( This sure shut me up xD) With that phrase said, it became a motto well known to us freshies.
What more to say is that we were forced to memorise and sing the Uni's anthem as well as Petronas' too. With respect they treat it with alot of spirit until the speaker can call us all "Rubbish." with added effect he also claimed "This is the. Worst. Batch. I've ever seen in. My life." We were pinned down I guess.

Forced to sing the song with hardships because the song did not have a one-sided tune; but there's even a "Alright guys, u sing it like this. Girls, u sing it like this" So we received comments like "Why do I still hear some of the guys singing the girls part?" Seriously, a song to be respected for such a depth in tone controlling.
We practised for 2 nights until nearly 2 in the morning. On 1 particular night, (I missed out a serious info beforehand) after we were released at 1.30am from the soaring of our throats, we headed back to our villages/hostels to rest in peace for the night. Unexpectedly, to me, I was disturbed by a switch of the light in our room. Then I asked Bui,"What's up?" still half-awake looking at my watch which read 4 in the morning . "Time to go", came his reply. Only then did I notice a constant and perpetual ringing of bells going on outside and people shouting and banging on doors.

I got up, took my handphone and wallet, and walked out to the field ground; where everyone in the village gathered. I sat down with everyone on ground as ordered and noticed that the people standing were facees. One of them stepped up and said "Nice guys. You are all officially dead. You've all been burned." That's when I realised that the situation called for was a Fire Drill. To save us all from burned, we were dropped with blastings of icy water from the firehose. All we could do was 'shiver'. That was considered our revival back to life from being burned as well as our morning bath.

WELL, I'll stop here for now. As usual I haven eaten lunch yet. Now I'm starving. Catch you guys later! PS: Post up guys!