Today was new boarders orientation. Basically what we did was play with oranges, run around, ride in buses, play with peanuts, run around in MRT stations, play twister, run around some more, ate Indian Food and played with more oranges.
The whole thing probably made me fitter than any other activity I've ever had around a city, more so than Wild Goose Chase (seriously). Surprised Singaporeans were surprised to see i think 18 groups of boys running around with backpacks, iPods and hand towels. We pushed and we pulled, we rushed and we strived, we did everything we did to get ahead of the other teams.
This also made me observe many of the habits of Singaporeans. They love to rush for things. They just can't wait. Before the bus stops, they tap their EZlink card to the machine to save, what, 2 seconds of time? And at the last stop on the North-East Line, where everyone gets off, they start standing in front of the doors already, even before the train stops. And when you line up to get in the bus, it clearly states "make way for those going out first you useless kiasus" or something like that, but they insist on entering first. Don't they get that whether you get in first or last, it's always going to wait for the last person to get on?
As we boarded a train, some guy was late, so he got left behind. We could see him swearing and jumping and raving (no kidding). It's just seven minutes lah (ok, maybe that's a bit long).
Hmm. By all the rushing and running around we did, WE may be turning into Singaporeans as well. God forbid. Give me oranges to play with any day.
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