Mugging session progressed at an excruciating rate today, partially because of the temperamental weather and exam fatigue. Jack could attest to it by the huge tantrums the both of us threw in the course of 10 hours of mugging. PLUS we had the great company of loud-mouthed seniors studying just one storey under us.
And I thought NUS was a smoke-free campus. Those 7 guys were SMOKING ON CAMPUS, in broad daylight! What on Earth was that?! They were talking really loudly and clamped cigarettes between their lips! Oh God. I have a few questions to raise here.
1. Don't the students have any knowledge that the pungeant fumes were being blown upstairs to the rest of the students studying in the area? Do you want us to DIE with you all cursed ones?
2. Isn't the campus security supposed to be making their rounds around the campus and keeping things in order?
3. So are those things attached to the ceilings of our campuses pseudo sprinklers? Don't the SCDF or relevant authorities do checks? It's impossible that we have so many grown-up guys blatantly smoking together and the sprinklers are not activated?
4. What if a fire started because of their selfish and self-harming behaviour? Who will answer to the nation, and the entire educational field?
This is absurd.
And to add fuel onto fire, we had the WORST Japanese food on Earth (which, unfortunately, comes from NUS' Engine canteen), if 'food' is what you call it.
I pried open the box, all smiley and ready to tuck in to my dinner and forget that I still have 6 lectures to revise.
Fish was palatable, but rice was PASTY. Who in the world eats PASTY rice? And it was so PASTY that it clumped together, and it stuck obstinately to my chopsticks when I tried to dig into it. Yes, I had to DIG into my PASTY rice, which covered two-thirds of my rice box. The egg gravy was salt-laden, with onions that were cooked so hastily that they weren't even brown. The Miso soup looked like a combo of miso paste, water and hand-squashed tofu.
Who eats this?!
I know I'm a terrible sinner for not eating my rice (wait, I had a few mouthfuls), but seriously I'd rather go hungry. Jack finished his soggy tempura and a few mouthfuls of rice, which was plaudable. I swear that this would be the last time I'd be wasting money on such food. I'd rather eat cai fan.
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