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Female Futsal IMU Cup 2004

Dear passengers, I get to play football commentor today, and today I'll be bringing you the season of the Female Futsal IMU Cup 2004 and my totally unbiased view of the whole game.



So ladies and gentlemen, before the start of the season, let's see what kind of teams we have in this year's game.

From where I now seat, I see a sea of black. Must be the Pharmacy.

"Pharmacy! Pharmacy! Pharmacy!"

Hark, listen to the sound of the Pharmacy's supporters. It certainly dwarfs the rest of the teams. Always the underdogs in all of IMU Cup's events, it seems that things are heating up for them this year. Their goalkeeper, my, my, my, a tudung on the field, is certainly well-built, a bit pudgy, but certainly able to close up the whole goal. But everyone knows goalkeepers need reflexes like a catfish, and this is certainly no catfish I see here. But then, pigs do fly, so we'll just have to see.

In the striker positions, some unknown players that are so small. They must be going of speed and nimblity this year, the Pharmacy. I see one now. She shoots. But where is the power in the shot? They must be hiding some secret skills under all that facade of poor play, or NOT. Their coach seems to be encouraging them on. What will we see from this team today?

Stay tune.

And now another team, this time all orange of different shades. Its the M1/04s, another of the underdogs this year round. A team that had about 3 practices so far and having all-by-myself-Gagandeep as their coach, hmm... it'll take a miracle for them to pull through. Oops, sorry for being bias. I can see their coach, he is screaming his head off at something. Hmm... M1/04, not much supporters. Just the coach and a few of their footballers, which of course lost 3-0 to M2/03FC.

Down the court to the next, ah... one of the favourites of this season, M2/02, in their jersey of blue and white. Impressive I must say. Athletes from all fields, LiLian, LiShien, Samantha and Emily. And my, oh my, soft-spoken Jill is on the field too. Now this is a team to watch. And look what we have here giving them prep talk. A ChiKen. And another Moron. Hmmm... to have ChiKen as their coach or what-nots, I think M2/02 will sure lose.

News update: I heard that the BirdFace ChiKen had to eat his shoes if M2/03 beats M2/02. Now that is a sight to see.

And that brings us to another favourite of this season. M2/03.

M2/03, a formidable team this year. The Red Foxes aka Musang Merah in their red jerseys. Beautiful team indeed. Wearing futsal shoes, same brand (Adidas), same color. Fabulous. Even the other teams seemed wary. Good, good, first impression is good. And shinguards, wow. Things just get better.

Last year, at the Female Futsal IMU Cup 2003, they started off as the underdogs, being the youngest batch, but they made it to second placing in their group but was defeated in the semi-finals by M1/02.

But after their grueling defeat, this young but full of potential team seeked out a coach to start their training. This coach, a member of the M2/03 FC was rumoured to be paid RM1000 just to coach these young talented women. But of course this rumour was just some bullshit - forgive me for my words - spread by some jealous teams, I mean there has been some misunderstandings.

The coach, Bruce Lee (not a relative of the deceased man/actor/fighter) together with assistant coach Ken Jay aka KenJ aka Flashy Boots managed to dig out the latent talents of these fine young women. And now we see them, a 5 - strong women team, ready to take on the challenges thrown to them. They are one of the favourites this year, ladies and gentlemen, with M1/03 and M2/02, with the betting odds of .... *checks laptop* ...1 to 1. I myself have placed RM1000 on this team.

"Who's the best? M-2-0-3!"

Look at them go!!! They are in top form.

And on the other side of the court, the youngest batch. The M2/04s. Underdogs of the season too, dressed in yellow. Hmm... that seems familiar. Oh yes, last year, the M2/03s (youngest batch then) too wore yellow. Its that tradition or what?

Led by Nikki (I know, it sounds like my dog's name too, but she's a nice girl.), this team is rumored to have like one of the fiercest striker who just practically bulldozes through the ranks. What will we see from them? They are in the same group with M1/03 and M2/02. God have mercy upon them.

And my, my... a team that has just arrived. Like VIPs eh? Always late. But VIPs or not, they would still have to fight for the title. M1/03s, another favourite of this season. There she goes, Sunila, the most feared futsaller. But then one player doesn't make the team. But then again, this team has also sweated their guts out to get to where they are now.

In blue, this team is determined to win the gold, like all other teams are. Look, they are eyeing M2/03s. To them, M2/03 is the team that would be the toughtest, and vice versa. A match between them would be the match. And everyone is certain that they would meet in the finals.

Man oh man, this season is going to be fabulous.


Ok, 5 more minutes to start of game. All teams are having their final prep talk. I'll be commenting on Group A which consists of M2/03, M1/04, Pharmacy. And the first game of the season, M2/03 and Pharmacy.

"Pharmacy! Pharmacy! Pharmacy"

Just listen to Pharmacy's supporters. What a huge crowd and making so much noise. The M2/03 girls are hurdled in the center of the court, doing some yoga thingy. But wait, where is M2/03's supporters? There is only one lone guy standing at the bench, looking on.

Wait, I've just received news. M2/03s have 4 different games going on right now. Football, Basketball, Volleyball and Futsal. Oh no, all supporters are at Basketball. And their coach is at Football. With no supporters, will M2/03 keep their spirits up against Pharmacy's cheers? God help them, they must! And for that lone guy, his name is Peter Chang, having to walk all the way from IMU in the rain. I salute you, Sir Peter. *stands up and salute sharply* Man of all Man.

Oh look, their coach has come, Bruce Lee Soon Liang. I thought he was at the football match. But now, he has cabut-ed after half time to come to lead his team to victory. Way to go Coach!!! *does a small dance. No surprise where the commenter's loyalty lies*

Phhittt!!

That's the whistle by Kenneth of M2/02. Ken Lin got the ball. Oh no, she lost it to that quick little girl. Yes, kick her legs, Prem. Leave a bruise! Nice solid clearence, by Premila Krum, Great Wall of M2/03. You go girl!!! Go KenLin, that's it nice and easy. Argh!!! Miss and caught by the goalie.

Come on, throw it out! Yo, wat's taking so long! Throw the bloody ball out! Yes, and for a moment I wondered if you knew how to. Sheesh!!! Ok, the ball stopped by Nadia, nice one and go, hurry. Aww... another miss!!! Goalie, throw that ball out. Yes, out!! And its a handball...

Hey!!! Where's the whistle? Oi!!! Referee Kayu!!! Mana whistle? Handball la, you moron! Never mind, play on girls, play on. Careful, no chicken-ing around. Spread out, spread out. That's it, another nice and slow one KenLin. Aww... another miss. Must be the nervousness is getting into them. Or the cheering of the Pharmacy.

Holy crommy, Pharmacy Girl!!! You think this is volleyball izzit?!!! Hey ref, mana whistle?!!! Oi, bloody moronic asshole!!! Handball la!!! Referee kayu!!!! Whistle mana?!!! Never mind, play on, play. Nice tackle by ShuJ, yes, along the right wing. Ken Ling got it, an excellent pass to Nadia. Come on, shoot!!! She misses!!!

Aww... Hey, Prem Krum, careful. The little girl shoots! Nice save Sheena, excellent save! She throws the ball beautifully too, that girl, an excellent arch to KenLin. Now Ken Lin take a shot, take a shot!!! Miss, but its ok!!! Its ok!!

*continues without any goal for the rest of the 7 minutes*

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

Half time, and no goals yet. So many chances, so many failures, but no one can blame them. M2/03, you can do it, cream the Pharmacy... erm, I mean, both teams go!! M2/03 has to pull themselves together by the 2nd half if they are to win this match. Come on, you can do it!!! It's only Pharmacy. I mean... both teams can do it!!!

Phhitt!

Ok, 2nd half... Pharmacy has the ball, yes, YeanKoon, kick, come on kick. Yes, another fabulous clearance to KenLin. Yes, go, just shove through her, nice wan. Nice going Ken to Ning. Wait, what is this? A caution from the referee? Oi, ref you dumb izzit?

Never mind, go on, go on... Pharmacy goalie catches the ball, that would leave a blue black on the face tmr, girl. Now come on, throw the ball. Oi, sicko, throw the blardy ball!!! Look Toyat is getting angry.

"Menyampah! Tak guna! Tak tahu main bola ke?!"

And the goalie rolls the ball forward. Wahlaueh, that is like so hard a decision to make, and the ref pun never say anything. Blardy fool. Come on, come on!! M2/03, they chicken doesn't mean you have to chicken too. Nice kick, ShuJ, yes Yuhana, come on shoot!! Aww... miss again. Pharmacy clear it.

"Phhiitt!"

What? Handball by YkK? Now the ref blow. Last time all that so clear handballs leh. You want to sabo us now izzit? Damnation. Oi, Pharmacy, quickly take the free kick la. Yes, Ken Lin got it. Move, move. Kick that girl's leg. You have shinguards, its ok, just leave a bruise. Yes, Yuhana got the ball, she positions to shoot.

"Phhiitt!"

What? Oi ref, now what? What?!!! A yellow card?!!! Suck man!!! Never mind, never mind, continue, continue. Pharmacy takes the free kick, cleared by ShuJ. Come on Ken Lin, shoot!!! Aww, another miss. The goalie takes the ball. Throw it out, idiot, come on!! Celaka punya!! What you trying to do? Delay izzit!!! Oi Referee, kayu, blow the bloody whistle.

"Phhiitt!"

Yes!!! A Penalty kick for M2/03. Ken Lin takes it, Yuhana and ShuJ ready for the rebound. I feel pity for the goalie. Ken Lin? She stands no chance against M2/03 star player! She shoots, she scores!!!! YAY!!! *start dancing around again* That's it la. Serve you right, goalie!!! Ya going down!!!

*continues without any extra stuff for the rest of the 7 minutes*

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

Yes, M2/03 vs Pharmacy, M2/03 won with 1-0. Not a glorious win, but still a win!! And that is 3 points to M2/03 and 0 to Pharmacy.

And lookie, lookie... an ocean of Red. M2/03FC has come to cheer on their batch. Flash news, M2/03FC won against the M2/04. Kudos guys. And now they are here to cheer on their girls.

"M2/03! M2/03! M2/03"

Listen to them. I wish I was down there playing among the girls and have guys like them cheering for me. So sweet...


"Phhiitt!"

Ok, the second match begins. M2/03 against M1/04. M2/03 takes up the diamond formation, good move Coach. Excellent pass Nadia. Beautiful. Ken Lin dribbles down the left wing, nice wan. And she shoots. A goal!!!! In the first minute?!!! Fabulous!!!

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

The guys of red is cheering them on. You go guys!! Prem, clear the ball, nice one, over the heads, beautifully done. Nadia, yes, tanduk the bola, come one tanduk. Ok, no tanduk also ok. She pass to Ken Lin, Ken Lin passes back. Oi, mana boleh tolak tolak!! Oii sucker!! Ref, roughing lar!!! Referee blind!!! Ning, nice pass back, Nadia shoots!!! She scores!!!! Cantik sekali! Cantik!!!

"Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!! Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!!
Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!! The Reds go marching in!!!"

Just listen to them supporters. Just listen to those cheers. Just listen to Eugene, his voice seems to be the loudest. 2-0, m2/03 is doing fine. M1/04 is losing momentum. They are just rolling down the hill. All-by-myself-Gagan is screaming again. Maria picks up speed to tackle Ken Lin, dream on girl!! M1/04 is playing like chickens, there is no clear line between defenders and strikers. M2/03 can easily pulverise them, man.

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

Half time and M2/03 leads with 2 goals. Not bad, they are just getting warmed up. Not bad at all. They are getting their prep talks from their coaches and the boys of M2/03FC. Getting a few pointers eh? Now M2/03FC is one fabulous team of young, talented young men from M2/03 (duh!). They made history last year by winning the Football Cup, for never has a Sem1 won the Cup before. And they trashed the M2/02s which is of course this year's favourite to win IMU Cup. Bet they will trash the BirdFace's team again. GO M2/03!!!

But I digress. Lemme get back on track. The players are entering the court for the 2nd half. Hmm.. a change of players and formation. The Y formation, brilliant idea Coach.

"Phhiitt!"

And they are off. M1/04 starts the ball rolling, a mad dash by EH, yes, she tackled it. Good play, a nice pass to Shieh Ning, and she positions herself and scores!!!. Excellent, that is another for M2/03. How many are they going to score?!! It is now 3-O. Just excellent.

Nice clearance Premila, good solid tackle by Shieh Ning, a pass to Elena. Come on, score!!!!Aww, damn. Put some more power into that shot, girl. It's alright, continue. Yes, good intercept by Ning, Maria shoves at her, she dodged, a pass to Elena. She's dribbling it towards the goal. Watch out, got Maria coming. Shoot!!! And she scores!!!

And that makes it 4!!

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

Maria starts, a pass to Michelle, she kicks out. Intercepted by Premila, who cleared it back again. Beautiful high kick. Yuhana, stop the ball. No!!! Fight for the ball, quick, shove and pull. Just grab her breast or something like Nadia did. Yes, the ball is free and Ken Lin scores, nice!!!!

And now it's 5!!

Actually, we can all go back and sleep now. M2/03 made it to the semifinals, done. They won this match. There is no way M1/04 can crawl back up a 5-0 gap in 3 minutes. Better luck next time M1/04, you still stand one more chance.

GOAL!!!!

What? Another goal? Whoa, by Shu Jin! That girl is on the roll today, ladies and gentlemen. And now there is six. It is confirmed, they clinched that spot in semis.

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

And times up. Look at those girls go, wheeling through the crowd. And see their supporters. Heh? Added some more? News flash: M2/03 Basketball team won the Sem1s and made it to the Semis. Hurray!!! And now they are here to cheer on their Futsal team. The Volleyball team won too, and they are here too. Wow, look at all the supporters from M2/03. Excellent batch, I tell you. Look at the comradarie between them. I salute the batch. Excellent.

Now we'll have a break for commercials. Stay tune for the semi finals next. Who will M2/03 play? Stay tune...


The semifinals match-ups are done. In Group A, M2/03 topped with 6 points, followed by Pharmacy with 3 points and then M1/04 with 0. In Group B, M2/02 topped with 6 points, M1/03 with 3 points and M2/04 with 0. That means...*clear throats and wipe sweat* M2/03 meets M1/03 in the semi finals. The match of the season is here, ladies and gentlemen. The two giants faced off in the semis. Both wants the medal, and only one will get it. Things are getting hot in here.

The players have enter the court. Surprisingly Sunila is not in the starting line-up. Guess star players get tired too. And it is to M2/03 advantage, I hope. Get the lead and defend. They are playing the Y formation again. M1/03 has some good strikers, guess Coach Bruce Lee does not want to take chances here.

GO M2/03!!!! I mean, GO TEAMS!!!

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

What? Kenneth again? Wahlaueh. Never mind, play on. Whoa, that is a nice kick by Saleena over the heads of the M2/03. But easily swept away by Premila. Excellent sweeper, that young lady. She has earned the title Great Wall of M2/03, no balls can get past her. Go, YK, yes, nice body slam, I mean tackle that tall Indian girl. Ken Lin, get the ball. Good. Ouch, hey referee, that's an elbow, an elbow!!! From Saleena. It's a blardy foul!!! Referee kayu!!!! Kayu punya referee!!!

"No! Don call referee kayu. Tell him to look! Referee, look!!"

Huh? Oh, that's Eugene Tho speaking. He's speaking to the referee, telling the referee to look out for high elbows. Hmm... Eugene would make an excellent referee, won't he? Eugene, ya da man!!!

Look at them play man. Coach Bruce is really putting his best players up field. Look at them, Nadia and Ken Lin, playing side by side. Accurate passes, perfectly timed. These girls have perfect coordination. But their opponent is not bad too. Ken Lin takes a shot! Grace saves it. Whoa, garang betul, M1/03's goalie. Chill man, chill!

Wahsai! Lena, you are supposed to kick the ball, not catch it. But it was beautifully caught. Very nice. Ken Lin takes the free kick. Look at the ball go. Nadia tanduk!!! Aiya, miss, never mind. Yes, that's it Yean Koon, nicely bounced off your chest. Bet it'll hurt in the morning, but what the heck!! That's it Nadia. Oh damn, another tackle by M1/03. Never mind, go on, go on! Don't stop!! Saleena takes a shot! Sheena saves it!! Excellent. The catfish is back!!!

"Ken shoot!!! Don't stop!!! You can do it!!!"

Listen to those supporters cheer. Hmmm... I would love to be in M2/03. The best batch around, I would gather. Look at the huge number of supporters they have. The only ones missing are those in tudungs. But can't blame them, they had to study.

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

What? Half-time already? And no goals? Never mind!!! Never mind!!! Keep it up girls, you'll do fine. Oh no, M1/03 is sending in their 'weapon'. This match is getting hotter. The tension is so high I could barely breathe.

"Phhiitt!"

M1/03 takes the ball, Sunila rushes down the right wing and scored!! WHAT???!!!! She scored?!!! Holy shit?!!! Where was everyone?? The goalie looked so stunned, the defenders are staring at each other. The supporters groan. I groan with them. Oh no... but it's only one goal...

"It's ok. Only one goal!!! Can equalise it!!!

Who called that call?? Yes, it is only one goal. With a team like M2/03, that can be equalised easily. Come on!!! Fight! Fight! Fight!

M2/03 starts the ball rolling and they are off. Whoa, look at that tackle by Ken Lin. Looks like she is getting heated up. Man oh man. I can't just sit still *paces around* They must equalise this, or they'll lose.

"Ok, control... control..."

Ken Lin has the ball, she dribbles it down the left wing... good control, that's nice. Oh no, Saleena's coming up. She passes it to Yuhana and Yuhana neatly kicks it into the goal, just barely missing Grace's hands.

"GOAL!!!!"

Woohoo!!! The cheer from M2/03 supporters is tremendous. For one moment, everyone was gripping the net, cheering them on and the next moment everyone was doing the wave as they shouted GOAL!!! The girls were hugging each other, the supporters patting each other on the back. Yuhana!!! Ikan Yu!!!

"Is the man? Yuhana's the man!!"

I bet if the team is strong enough, they would have lifted that petite girl. What accuracy, what skill!!! Yuhana, careful!!! Priya, keep your eyes open. Nice clearance Yean Koon, whacked the girl in the face. Premila, clear it, clear it!!! Yes!! Nice tackle. Come on Nadia, bulldoze through their defences. Aww, careful now Prem, no handballs in penalty box. Ain't losing to a penalty shot.

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

Aww shit!!!! That's the final whistle??!!! So early??? What now? A penalty shoot out?!

"We won't get a penalty shoot out."

That was Sheena. What does she mean no penalty shoot out? We are equalised. We ARE going to have a shoot out.

"But we are only half time, still another half to go!"

Wake up and smell the roses girl!!! The game is over! We are in the shoot outs. This is bad, this may be good... *goes on knees and pray, and pray hard* God help them. Priya is upfront as goalie for M2/03, excellent choice. And the strikers, Ken Lin, Shieh Ning, Nadia and Yean Koon, and Priya will take the last shot.

The tension is mounting. Everyone is standing in the drizzling rain, waiting anxiously. The players enter the court, the supporters crowd round. This is certainly the game of the season. A strong battle between 2 teams which ends with a draw and leads into a penalty shoot out. Just like Portugal and England Euro 2004, some says. Or World Cup 98 England and Argentina which England lost and caused 25% increase in myocardial infarction on that day. Surveys has proved that watching penalty shootouts increase chances of heart attack.

This is nerve-wrecking. Can I just walk away and not watch??? I think I'm having palpitation. Gulp.

First up, M1/03 takes the shot. Priya, goalkeeper of the day, saved the weak kick easily. M2/03 sent in their bests. Ning takes the shot and shot the ball right by Grace's face, almost smashing it. I did not look for the rest, my heart was in my throat and I couldn't concentrate. I hear cheers and groans and more cheers.

"Phhiitt!"

What? Why whistle? Oh, someone from M1/03 kicked before the whistle. Hmm... WHAT?!!! Priya saved that shot and she has to go for it again? Oi referee, just forget that kick la. They deserved it. It's not our fault la.

"Oi moron!!! Where can like that?!!"

"You donno how to referee izzit?!!!"

Ya lar, you pathetic fool! Do you have something against them or something? Scared the team will trash your team ah? Never mind, Priya, you can save that useless shot again!!! Yes!!! Priya, ya da best!!

And finally the last shot. It's now 2-2, this kick is the kick. Priya takes it. *On the knees and praying feverently*

"GOAL!!!!"

What??!! YAY!!! M2/03 won!!!

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

"Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!! Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!!
Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!! The Reds go marching in!!!"

"M-2-O-3! M-2-0-3! M-2-0-3!"

We are, we are, M-2 OW! O-3 OW!
We are, we are, M-2 OW! O-3 OW!
Go..........SEM THREEEEEEEEE!!!!

I feel like crying myself. Just look at them, supporters and players hugging each other. Woohoo!! What a touching moment... *hugs teddy bear and sobs a few tears before leaping up again*

M2/03 vs M1/03, M2/03 won in penalty shootout 3-2!!!

We'll now take a minute break before the finals. So stay tune. Things are still going hot.

"In the semi finals, I could smell Chilli's. Now I can taste it!"

Words of M2/03 defender, Yean Koon. That girl damn ganas today, which is good.

"We must win at least gold!!"

That's their captain speaking. This team is good, and just keeps on getting better. Look at all them foxxy ladies. They look good and they play good. What more do you want in a team?

Ok, the new's just in. M2/02 won Pharmacy (wow, that's like a surprise of the century!!! *roll eyes*) So the next match is in. M2/03 vs M2/02. The stakes are still rising. This is IT, the final match to determine who gets gold and who gets silver. This match, the finals means a lot to M2/02, their last match in IMU Cup, and M2/03 is determined not to give them that. The Futsal Cup is theirs.

"Phhiitt!"

Whistle by Zhao Khang of M1/03, M2/02 takes the ball down the court. Yes, nice tackle by Ken Lin, a neat pass to Nadia who tries but deflected by Emily. Whoa look at M2/02's goalie. She looks like she's been in a fight and came out the worse off. She's bleeding la, and her arms are full of scratches. Must be trying to do all those dives without at safety gears. Hmmm...

What? I have just received news that Kenneth has approached Coach Bruce Lee during M2/03's shootouts to invite him to referee for the finals! That is against all sportsmanship. It's like predicting that they'll lose. What an asshole!!! I mean, a screwed up- I mean what a bastard. (Sorry no more nicer words to describe him.)

Go M2/03, show em who's the one deserving to win this Cup. M2/03 go! M2/03 go!

Whoa, look at the girl go!! Ken Lin, take a shot!! Yes, a perfectly executed shot by star striker Ken Lin right into the left lower corner. Emily could have never saved it.

"GOAL!!!!"

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

And it's a 1-0 lead to M2/03. Things are rolling downhill for M2/02. Birdface better start spreading mustard on his shoes.

The M2/03 girls are just getting warm up. Yes, a neat tackle by Nadia on LiShien. Good pass! Ken Lin, behind you, Jill!!! Yes, nice... excellent, wonderful clearance Prem. Over all their heads.

This is a so sweet reminiscence of last year, when M2/03 played again M2/02 in groupings. And M2/03 thrashed em 2-0. Can they repeat the feat again? And maybe surpassed it. Both teams have come far through the year. Just look at them. Perfect organization, neat accurate passes, no more buffaloes and chickens. They certainly look like professional teams.

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

Half time and M2/03 leads 1-0. Good play girls. Look at them hurdle together, just like a team they are. Respect! Coach Bruce and Asst. Coach KenJ is briefing them again. Looks like a change of plans and strategy. On M2/02 side, ChiKenhead is also briefing his players, but he can go to hell dee. M2/02 is going down!!! I mean... coach all you want, MoronicBird.

The teams are back in the court. Oh, the Y formation. Playing defensive. Perfect. The whistle goes and they are off again. M2/02 tries to score, deflected by Yean Koon, picked up by Toyat and look at the ball goes, right into m2/02's D-zone. Ken Lin tries to score, misses, but Shieh Ning picks the rebound, nice. And...

"GOAL!!!!"

What a wonderful tap! Just a slight tap to send the ball rolling under the stunned goalie's legs. Just wonderful. M2/03 has clinched that gold medal, so beautifully. Look at all of them, they are kissing one another. This is just so fabulous.

Assholic Birdface better start putting tobascco sauce on his shoes. Maybe a few salad and some cheese. I have some toppings here if he wants it.

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

"Shieh Ning! Shieh Ning!"

This is just great. M2/02 is trying to fight back. Sure dream on. Look at Shu Jin go, full speed ahead. Yes, nice intercept! Oh no, watch for Samantha, Shieh Ning!!! AHHH!!!! Whew! Sweet save by Sheena. You go girl. That's it juggle the ball, just let the time run. Beautifully thrown to Shieh Ning. Yes, just clear the ball across. Elena, shoot!!! Shoot!!! Oh, right into Emily's hands. Never mind. Try again.

Three of Sem 3, three of Sem 3

Just listen to that. The supporters want 3!!! Come on girls, give them another goal. That's it one more goal. Hey, LiShien! Stop roughing up the girls.

"BOOO!!!"

Yup boo them, Eugene, ya da man today.

"Hey, you got some problematic childhood izzit?"

What? The ChiKen dares to speak even though he has to eat his shoes. Screw him man, some real irritating tick on a mongrel's ass. Never mind. Go on, go on. Yes, wonderful clearance by Shu Jin, over everyone's head.
Whoa, that's nice tackle by Elena, superb pass to Shieh Ning and Ning Ning scores again. WOW!!!! This girl is still on the roll!!!

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"
"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

ChiKen can start chewing his shoes now. I'll be kind enough to provide the beverage. You want a Malibu to go with your shoes?

Man, this is getting long. How much to 7 minutes? Come on... Oh I heard Ken Lin and Nadia of M2/03 will be taking off their jersey if they win, one wonders if they would do it...

Phhitt, Phit, Phhiiitt

Woohoo.. and ladies and gentlemen, the Champion of the Female Futsal IMU Cup 2004, M2/03, the Red Foxes!!!! Listen to them cheer!! Listen to them cry with happiness.

"O...le! Ole! Ole! Ole!!!"

"Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!! Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!!
Glory, glory M-2-O-3!!! The Reds go marching in!!!"

"M-2-O-3! M-2-0-3! M-2-0-3!"

We are, we are, M-2 OW! O-3 OW!
We are, we are, M-2 OW! O-3 OW!
Go..........SEM THREEEEEEEEE!!!!

What a moment, what a moment!!! The magnitude of it.

"Hip hip, HURRAY!
Hip hip, HURRAY!
Hip hip, HURRAY!"

Listen to em. Cheering for the defeated and bowing to their supporters. Oh, look one of them flashed a victory sign at me. It's Elena. Ain't it sweet...hehehe...

At they join their fans outside. Look how they are mobbed by the M2/03FC, congratulating each other. Awww... isn't that sweet. Elena got her hair ruffled by her BF. So nice. And look, Sheena wants one too. But instead she got a shoulder pat on her shoulder. Good enough, eh...

Seems like Sheena's BF is not here to cheer on her. What a man. Useless!!

So in the end, when the pictures are taken, the crowd dispersed, the team of young beautiful, cute girls gathered round with their coach to celebrate. Last I heard, they are going to Chilli's to celebrate. And Coach Bruce is belanja-ing. Hmmm...



So that was my comments for the games. It has been good nice fun when it lasted. But now it's back to GI... sighh.... And for those who wants a better report... check out the Flying Circus. And excellent report by the Monkey's mother.

And I will sign out for the day.

Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies.
It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us.
Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side.
Just two sides holding different views.

We passed by on 8:30 PM |

Road paved on 5:37 PM |

Red Badge of Courage

The day dawned with grey clouds in the sky. From my sleep I rose with eyes heavy with sleep and mind numbed with blurness. I trudged to the bath-house and the cold of morning well-water jerked me alive.

Today was the Duel, the all important Duel that would see me through as a member of the great congregration called the Doctors.

I had prepared myself well, I had seen the wounds and injuries my fellow comrades had had, I had heard the trauma most went under. And now it's my turn to face the Duel and receive my honour, my badge of courage.

I took my place with my fellow students, learners of the great ways. The Master walked us through the rules, the dos and don'ts and most importantly the Duel itself. All of us, young lambs compared to the Masters, shivered with nervousness, fear and anticipation. Our body could feel the pain that was about to come, our mind could feel the pain that we were about to inflict on our closest friends that had been with us since the beginning.

"Now go!" cried the Master, unleashing us to our respective Duel court.

I met my friend/opponent/victim in open arms, with a comradely handshake. And then we stood apart, appraising each other nervously. My opponent is a she, and I knew her very well. She sat beside me in classes, she was my teammate in futsal, and now to injure her? Lord, have mercy, but better me than someone else.

Thus I began the ritual. "I choose you to be my partner. Do you consent?"

She bowed. "I too choose you has my partner. Do you consent?"

"Yes I do, and I will allow you to go first."

We grinned at each other and prepared ourselves. A Master stood aside to watch us, we fumbled as we searched for an opening in each other. Then the Master announced that it was time.

I took my position, baring my defences as one would do in the Duel. She searched for an opening. It was hard, it took utmost concentration and several corrections by the Master. But she finally found it and readied herself.

I steeled for the pain that was to come. She hesitated and the rest of the crowd shouted encouragement. I turned to her too. "Take courage, my friend. I am willing."

So she attacked. I looked away, not wanting to see the wound to be inflicted, but I felt no fear, the Master will see to it that I would not be too severely injured. The worst that could happen had already happen to another friend, the horrible wound given by her lover himself.

The pain was sharp, sudden, but brief.

I felt the weapon dug into me, but I daren't look. I could feel the weapon searching, searching, searching... but she couldn't find the opening to draw blood. Everyone encouraged her on as she retreated and advanced, retreated and advanced, dancing a dance to draw my blood, but it was futile.

She released me from the hold and stepped back in defeat.

"First blood!" cried someone as a single drop of blood appeared.

I grinned, relieved to be out of that ordeal, and I gazed down at my, MY red badge of courage. It may be small, but it is still a RED badge. It was barely visible, a sign of my opponent's effiency to inflict only slight wound, even though no blood is drawn.

"Now it is your turn, my friend," declared my victim in defeat. Tis is the ritual, "To attack, is to be attacked".

She bared her defences as well and her openings were wide and easy to tackle. I armed myself at once, ready to attack and to draw blood at first blow. I calmed her down, despite my own hands shaking with nervousness as I was about to inflict wound on her. But she too would bear the red badge of courage as I now bear.

"Ready yourself, my friend. Scream at the pain." I chose an opening and attack with full fury.

"Fresh blood!" shouted someone excitedly. "Go deeper!"

I pushed again and and blood seeped into my weapon. "Is it enough?!" I shouted my challenge, she nodded quickly.

"Release me!" she cried in fear, and that I did. Releasing her from her hold, I retreated. I grasped her hand, demanding that is she alright? She nodded her head weakly and I grinned at her.

Blood has been drawn, the Duel is over and I am the Victor. With practice and training, I will join the ranks of the great congregration called the Doctors.

My friend/opponent/victim was disappointed as she drew not my blood, but the Master just shook her head. "Tis is a challenge. Only for the Advance. Go search for your next opponent, but one with easier openings."

So we bowed and parted ways, still friends.

My hands, stained in blood drawn from my opponent, I seeked out others to Duel. My hands itched to hold the weapon and to draw blood. And I seeked out others to take up my Challenge, to draw MY blood.

The challenge was taken, by another who was a challenge himself. He came at me full force and no Masters around us. His weapon lingered on me, like a poisonous snake who seeks to destroy, and only destroy, and my heart raced at the pain that I knew I can never run from.

This time the pain was different. It was harsh, and it lingered on as he dug deeper, wanting to draw blood, but drawing none. He forgets I am a Challenge too, my blood to be only drawn by the Advance. He retreated after releasing me from the hold and sat back in defeat. The wound was larger, blood trickled more, but I just smirked at him.

"My second red badge of courage," I declared with pride, as I turned to walk away from him. I have not been conquered, but I have conquered. And I bear two red badges as a sign of my honour and my courage.

Hehe, so how was it? Most of you would be wondering what in the bloody hell was I talking about. Maybe some only.

The actual scene happened in CSU, where we took turns drawing blood out of each other. I had small veins, so no blood could be drawn from me. Hehehe... but ShuJin sure has beautiful veins, damn easy to draw. Just pierce, draw, remove. So easy.

Everyone was so afraid about the torniquet. Guess looking at Sheena has freaked us out really badly. But today's experience has been exciting, and I indeed wear 2 badges of courage on my arms, not like SOMEONE I know who is too afraid to do it and seemed to come out with some many reasons and excuses to run from it.

But in the end, I still wonder do I have the guts to draw from patients? My nervousness lies in the harm that I may cause them. But I find that I do well by thinking to myself, "They feel no pain." Somehow it calms me down a lot. Hehehe..


Going back to apt soon. Stomach not feeling too well, must be something I ate. Hehehe, reminds me of yesterday when we came home from mamak. Richard was driving us (me, Caryn, Zosimo Ken, Peter) back from the Revelation talk at Tropicana and we had mamak at Tmn. Mayang (behind Jody's hse). All of them had Carbonara (dunno if I had spelt that correctly) and on the way back, this conversation ensued.

Caryn: I have indigestion.
Peter: Caryn's stomach got identity Crisis.
Elena: "I am not the stomach, I am the RECTUM".

Dunno where it came from, must be that huge Mango Shake I had. Heheh...

Anyways, gotta log off now. Must study and stomach feeling weird.

Everyone feels sick the first time they kill someone...
but killing is one of those things that gets easier the more you do it.

We passed by on 5:37 PM |

Road paved on 6:35 PM |

Munchkins...

This is a game that is newly recommended to me by Matthew Hoo of M1/04. This guy, I tell you, is a so, so, so dedeicated gamer. He spends so much money and time on games that is really fun. Really. Thanks to him, I'm hooked on all these games and neglecting my studies. Hahahaha...

The latest fad he introduced into my busy life is Munchkin, a really hilarious card game. What card game?! some of you guys asked. Things that enters the head is like Pokemon Trading Card Game, Lord of the Rings TCG, Harry Potter... but no, no, NO!

Munchkin is something like this. Imagine Dungeon and Dragons Board Game. For those who doesn't know D&D, you guys can just fall down and die. Okok, D&D is an RPG games with dices of many many sides. You have a board, a few characters, and their level ups. Then you proceed to go through the dungeon, flipping the dices to see which room you enter and what monsters you fight. You can add bonuses to your characters by equiping weapons and armors, and you can also use spells.

Lemme give you the simplest example:

You open the door and a Level 1 monster jumps out. It has 10 Health Point(HP). To win the battle, you have to kill it. What do you have? You have a Level 7 Paladin (Atk: 80, Def: 60), equiped with a Bastard Sword which gives you a bonus of Atk +30. What do you do? You trash the monster as you have Atk 80 + 30 = 110 and the monster has only 10.

Simple?

Now, going into the new Munchkin. Munchkin is really similar to D&D. Basically you go down in the dungeon. Kill everything you meet. Backstab your friends and steal their stuff. Grab the treasure and run.

This award-winning card game, designed by Steve Jackson, captures the essence of the dungeon experience... with none of that stupid roleplaying stuff. You and your friends compete to kill monsters and grab magic items. You get cursed, you get stomped and eaten, you get choked. What you can think of, they have it.

This game is similar to how you play D&D, but without the board and so much calculation and stuff. You start off with level 1, and to win the game you must get level 10. On the way, you'll get treasures(weapons and armorswhich gives you bonus), and potions, and curses, and monsters, and you'll get backstabbed by your friends, or your friends will help the monsters to eliminate you, or basically a monster will roast you and eat you up. You will be urged to change your sex, your race and your class.

For example:

You are a level 5 Dwarf, equiped with weapons that gives you bonus of 10. You open the door by drawing a card from the dungeon deck. It may be a curse, or maybe a monster, or if you are lucky, something that would help you. Let's say you draw up a monster which has level 13 on it. So how do you win? You take your level and add it to your bonus. And if it is more than the monster's level, you win.

Simple? Ready to play?

Oh another example?

Ok, let's say you have these cards on the table.

And these cards in your hands.

You have 6 coins on the table, so this means that you are a Level 6 Wizard dressed in Chainmail Bikini.
So what do you do first?
First you play:
You go up a level so now you are level 6. Then you put down the Dward card. Now you are a Level 6 Dwarf Wizard dressed in Chainmail Bikini.
Then you draw a card from the Dungeon Deck.

Holy corommy!!! Remember you are a dwarf, so because of something stupid grudge, the monster attacks with 16 points (10 + 6(cos u dwarf)) so to win the fight, you have to have 17 points above.

Let's see. You are level 6, with +7 bonus of your bikini, and then in your hand you have Magic Missile and Potion of Haliotisis which gives you bonus +5 and +2 respectively. So total:
7 + 3 + 5 + 2 = 17. Yes!!!! You win!
But before you could do anything, Elena threw a card on you.

Damn!! You lost 2 levels (17-2=15 < 16) So close, yet so far!!! You stared at her with angry eyes, but she just grinned and exchange High-5s with your other opponents. You wonder if you want to run away. You look at your friends and you go onto your knees begging for help. All of them look at you like they have never seen you before. With a cry, you decide to run.

You take up the dice. You have to role a 5 or higher to escape. Praying to everything, anything that would hear your pleas, you threw the dice. It spun round and round and round and landed on a 4.

Argh!!! Your scream echoes through the hall as the dice is placed into your hands again. It is time for your punishment as the card has decreed.

It's your throw, munchkin.

So what do you think of the game, now you have played it. Fun? It is hilarious

Equips armor like Sneaky Bastard Sword, Horny Helmet, wield weapons like Gentleman's Club, Huge Rock, Swiss Army Polearm and who can forget Chainsaw of Bloody Dismemberment. And of course the use potions (Cotion of Ponfusion, Flask of Glue, and Electric Radioactive Acid Potion. Why not curse your friends with Curse! Change Sex, or Curse! Chicken on Your Head, or just a simple Curse! Income Tax.

Open dungeons to fight monsters like Large Angry Chicken, Unspeakably Awful Indescribable Horror, Pukachu or fight Lawyers and Insurance Salesman who takes your possession if you lose the fight. And do not forget the other cards that do not qualify as anything but just to irritate. Invoke Obscure Rules, use Truly Obnoxious Curse!, Mutilate the Bodies or Whine at the GM(gamemaster) to gain a level, or win the game with Divine Intervention.

All in all, it was a really fun filled time playing it with the gang. Imagine sitting in Food Ave and suddenly shout "I unleashed on you the Shrieking Geek!" or announcing in public "I put on the Pantyhose of Giant Strenght."

So in the end, the champion is crowned and declared,



Play the game, it is fun. And just to tell you guys the last part of the rule book.

When the cards disagree with the rules, follow the cards. Any
other disputes should be settled by loud arguments among the
players, with the owner of the game having the last word.


Enjoy, my dear passengers.


Well, I don't care if it's God's own personal anti-son-of-a------ machine,
or a giant hoola hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it!

We passed by on 6:35 PM |

Road paved on 4:10 PM |

Sheena's Idea

I was reading Sheena's blog when she asked this question.

Take the quiz: "What does your birth month reveal about you?"

July
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studyin.

Hmm... makes one wonder how accurate it can be.
Fun to be with. True, true.
Secretive. Hmm... true a bit.
Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Richard says its true.
Quiet unless excited or tensed. Quiet, me? Puh...lease!!!
Takes pride in oneself. Yes! Yes! This is so true!
Has reputation. Of course! No doubt about it.
Easily consoled. Just gimme RM100 and I'll forget whatever you did.
Honest. Lemme think...
Concerned about people's feelings. Don think so. Wat u guys say?
Tactful. Me, considerate?? Can be at times.
Friendly. Come on, this is so obvious.
Approachable. Hmm... me think so too. You guys?
Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Hear, hear!
Moody and easily hurt. Moody yup, easily hurt? What you take me for? A kitty?
Witty and sparkly. Sure have the wit, ain't it so.
Not revengeful. Of... course.... *wink*
Forgiving but never forgets. Yup, that's me.
Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. This is bullshit.
Guides others physically and mentally. Sure, guides them down to hell.
Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Me sensitive? Doubt it.
Caring and loving. Well, I care and love my dogs.
Treats others equally. Juniors is a different case.
Strong sense of sympathy. I sympathize the poor animals.
Wary and sharp. Like the edge of a knife not used in ages.
Judges people through observations. Thou shalt not judge thy brothers.
Hardworking. Bwahahahahaha!!! *roll on the floor laughing*
No difficulties in studyin. Sure, sure... I have no trouble studying things not related to studies.

So in the end, what is the conclusion?

You can't really trust all these quizes.

Hmph. His only constant is his unpredictability...

We passed by on 4:10 PM |

Road paved on 10:21 PM |

"The Freest Spirit That Has Yet Existed" - Guillaume Apollinaire

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Marquis de Sade.

People, some of you will ask, who in the blardy world is this Marquis de Sade?

Born Donatien Alphonse François, Comte de Sade, this Marquis is an aristocrat who is a great author whose works I have came to admire. Before I go more into him and his books, below is a short excerpt of one of his more famous books: 120 Days of Sodom, Les 120 journées de Sodome ou l'école du libertinage.

What written below is 18sx, for those who can't stomach it, you can skip the following section.

It seemed as though, since the day I had so exactly executed Fournier's pious will, happiness smiled ever more warmly upon my house, said that distinguished whore. Never had I had so many wealthy acquaintances.

The Benedictine prior, among my most faithful clients, one day came to tell me that, having heard of a quite remarkable fantasy and having subsequently observed it performed by one of his friends who was wild about it, he had a powerful desire to enact it himself, and hence he asked me for a girl well fledged with hair. I gave him a big creature of twenty-eight years who had veritable thickets both under the arms and upon her mound. "Splendid," said the prior upon beholding the goods, "that's just what I need." And as he and I were very closely attached to each other, as we had taken many a gay tumble together, he made no objections when I requested leave to watch him at work. He had the girl undress and half recline upon a couch, her arms extended above her head, and, armed with a sharp pair of scissors he set to cropping the hear beneath her arms. Once he had clipped away every bit of it, he turned to her mound, and barbered it also, but so thoroughly that when he was done one would never have believed the least vestige of hair had ever grown on any of the areas he had worked over. The job done, he kissed the parts he'd shorn and spurted his fuck upon that hairless mound, in a perfect ecstasy over the fruit of his labor.


Another required a doubtless much more bizarre ceremony: I am thinking now of the Duc de Florville; I was advised to bring him one of the most beautiful women I could find. A manservant welcomed us at the Duc's mansion, and we entered by a side door.

"We will now prepare this attractive creature," the valet said to me; "for there are several adjustments to be made in order that she be in a state to amuse my Lord the Duc . . . come with me."

By way of detours and corridors equally somber and immense, we finally reached a lugubrious suite of rooms, lighted only by six tapers placed on the floor around a mattress covered with black satin; the entire room was hung in funereal stuffs, and the sight, as we entered, woke the worst apprehensions in us.

"Calm your fears," said our guide, "you will not suffer the least hurt; but be ready for anything," he added, speaking to the girl, "and above all see to it that you do everything I tell you."

He had her remove all her clothes, loosened her coiffure, and indicated she was to leave her hair, which was superb, to hang free. Next, he bade her lie down upon the mattress surrounded by tall candles, enjoined her to feign death and to be exceedingly careful, throughout the whole of the scene to follow, neither to stir nor breathe more deeply than she had to.

"For if unhappily my master, who is going to imagine you are really dead, perceives you are only pretending, he'll be furious, will leave you at once, and surely will not pay you a sou."

Directly he had placed the girl upon the pallet in the attitude of a corpse, he had her twist her mouth in such a way as to give the impression of pain, her eyes too were to suggest she had died in agony; he scattered her tresses over her naked breast, lay a dagger beside her, and near her heart smeared chicken's blood, painting a wound the size of one's hand.

"I repeat to you," he said to the girl, "be not afraid, you have nothing to say, nothing to do, you have simply to remain absolutely still and to draw your breath at the moments when you see he is farthest from you. And now, Madame," the valet said to me, "we may withdraw from the room. Come with me, please; that you not be worried about your girl, I am going to place you where you will be able to hear and watch the entire scene."

We quit the room, leaving the girl, who was not without her misgivings, but whom the manservant's speeches had reassured somewhat. He conducts me to a small chamber adjoining the apartment where the mystery is to be celebrated, and through a crack between two panels, over which the black material was hung, I could hear everything. To see was still easier, for the material was only crepe, I could distinguish objects on the other side quite as clearly as if I had been in the room itself.

The valet drew the cord that rang a bell, that was the signal, and a few minutes later we saw a tall, thin, wasted man of about sixty enter upon the stage. Beneath a loose-flowing dressing robe of India taffeta he was completely naked. He halted upon coming through the doorway; I had best tell you now that the Duc, supposing he was absolutely alone, had not the faintest idea his actions were being observed.

"Ah, what a beautiful corpse!" he exclaimed at once. "Death . . . 'tis beautiful to behold. . . . But, my God, what's this!" said he upon catching sight of the blood, the knife. "It must have been an assassin . . . only a moment ago . . . ah, Great God, how stiff he must be now, the person who did that."

And, frigging himself:

"How I would have loved to see him strike that blow!"

And fondling the corpse, moving his hand over its belly:

"Pregnant? . . . No, apparently not. What a pity."

And continuing to explore with his hands:

"Superb flesh! It's still warm . . . a lovely breast."

Wherewith he bent over her and kissed her mouth with incredible emotion:

"Still drooling," he said; "how I adore this saliva!"

And once again he drove his tongue almost into her gullet; no one could possibly have played the role more convincingly than did that girl, she lay stock-still, and whenever the Duc drew near she ceased entirely to breathe. Finally, he rolled her over upon her stomach:

"I must have a look at this lovely ass," he murmured.

And after having scanned it:

"Jesus Christ! What matchless buttocks!"

And then he opened them, kissed them, and we distinctly saw him place his tongue in that cunning little hole.

"Oh, upon my word!" he cried, sweating with admiration, "this is certainly one of the most superb corpses I have ever seen in my life; happy he who took this girl's life, oh, enviable person, what pleasure he must have known!"

The very idea made him discharge; he was lying beside her, squeezing her, his thighs glued against her buttocks, and he discharged upon her asshole, giving out unbelievable signs of pleasure, and, as he yielded his sperm, crying like a demon:

"Ah fuck, fuck, ah good God, if only I had killed her, if only I had been the one!"

Thus the operation ended, the libertine rose and disappeared; we entered the room to resurrect our brave little friend. She was exhausted, unable to budge: constraint, fright, everything had numbed her senses, she was about ready in all earnestness to become the character she had just personified so expertly. We departed with four louis the valet gave us; as you may well imagine, he doubtless surrendered no more than half of our pay.

So from the passage above, what do you think of his work? The above is actually a very mild part of the book. Notice the word mild. After reading through my collection of his books, I have chosen the mildest part to present it to you guys. From the above, you can about guess what this Marquis is.

No, he is not a necrophile.

Marquis de Sade. The words Sadism, Sadistic, Sadist all comes from his name. Sadism is defined as the deriving of sexual gratification or the tendency to derive sexual gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others. Ask anyone what SM is and some would say Station Master, most will say Slave Master or Sex Master. But SM actually stands for Sadism and Masochism.

Now many people have associated de Sade with pornography and sadism, but his works are more than that. Some of his works are philosophical, and very humorous to say the least.


Before I go into details about his books, let me give you a brief history of this man who is born in a palace and died in an insanity asylum.

Personal Details
Full name: Donatien Alphonse François, Comte de Sade
Sex: Male
Age: 74 at death
Full Address: La Conte, Southern Provence, France
Civil Status: Marquis
Marital Status: Married to Renée-Pélagie de Montreuil, with 3 children
Occupation: Author, Sadist
Nationality: French
D.O.Birth: June 2, 1740
D.O.Death: December 2, 1814

Family History
Father: Jean-Baptiste de Sade
Mother: Marie-Eléonore de Maillé
His family was ennobled in the 12th century and was a very powerful family in the southern region of Provence. He is the only surviving son and at the age of 4, he was sent into the care of his uncle, Abbe de sade, whose secual life was notoriously irregular (bet there was where he got his sex education). de Sade attended the Jesuit college of Louis Le Grand.

Social History
At the age of 14 to 26, he joined the army and fought in the 7 Years War.
He married in 1763 Renée-Pélagie de Montreuil, the daughter of a high-ranking bourgeois family. But then that was also when he started an affair with an actress and brought prostitutes back home.

In 1768, he became known to the public as what he was - a sadist. He had invited a prostitute by the name Rose Keller and had abused her. He also angered his mother-in-law by seducting his younger sister-in-law to an orgy at his palace, La Conte.

1772, he was finally arrested, but escaped to Italy where he was exiled from Paris. Between 1773 to 1777, he continued having his orgies at his palace. He had a harem of young girls as his sex slaves. Talk about playing Master and Puppets to the max.

He was finally arrested again for several charges of scandals and sexual crimes, and sent to round tour of 27 years in prisons, starting in the dungeon of Vincennes on February 13, 1777. Despite being imprisoned, he still kept up with the standards. "Send me a little prune-colored redingote, with suede vest and trousers, something fresh and light but most specifically not made out of linen; as for the other costume, make it Paris Mud in hue with a few silver trimmings, but definitely not silver braid." To overcome boredom, he started writing.

His last prison of that tour was the all-famous Bastille, Paris in 1784. It was there he started writing 120 Days in Sodom. Just before the famous storming of Bastille that marked the start of the French Revolution, he was sent to an insanity asylum. He was then released on April 2, 1970 and his wife demanded a divorce. Duh, even I will get a divorce if I knew my husband is so debaunched. The wonder is why she stayed with him so long.

He wrote an admiring eulogy for Jean-Paul Marat to secure his position as the secretary of his district in Paris. Then he resigned his posts, was accused of "moderatism" and imprisoned for over a year. That was how he managed to escape the guillotine that was busy eating up all the aristocrat. de Sade advocated a utopian form of socialism. In it he states that laws against theft are absurd: they protect the original thieves, the wealthy, against the poor who have no option left but theft. He also argues that the state has no right to outlaw murder, while at the same time ordering killings when executing prisoners or fighting wars. This guy is quite a debater too.

The funniest thing that he ever did was sending two books he wrote to Napoleon Bonaparte anonymously. But Napoleon certainly did not find it funny as he ordered the 'anonymous author' to be arrested. He was thrown back into the insanity asylum when his family pleaded him insane, which was of course bullshit.

At the age of 70, he started an affair with this 12-year-old girl that he met in the asylum, and the affair lasted 4 years before he died suddenly in 1814. One can only speculate how he died. Maybe from overexertion, hehehe... His will dictated that he be buried in an unmarked grave, allowed to grow wild, so that all trace of of my resting-place should disappear from the surface of the earth as I flatter myself that my memory will disappear from the minds of men.


His books.
Marquis de Sade's books range from being catalogues of sadism to deep philosophy. Better ppl knows his books to be sadistic, on how to torture young girls and boys, but in certain books, like one of his early books: Dialogue between a Priest and a Dying Man, where he spells out his philosophy of life. The book is about how a dying libertine convince the priest of the mistakes of a pious life, and the priest converted to atheism. It was really humourous.


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The other book, The Misfortunes of Virtue, Les Infortunes de la vertu, is also more of a philosophical book than a book of pure hardcore porn. The book follows the sufferings of Justine, a young girl who suffers for her virtue, while her sister Juliette profits through debauchery. The plot concerns Justine, a young maiden who sets off, impecunious, to make her way in France. At every turn she is presented with vice and abuse, hidden under a virtuous mask that lures her. For example, she seeks refuge and confession in a monastery, but is forced to become a sex-slave to the monks, who subject her to countless orgies, rapes and other abuses.

These are, of course, described in true Sadean form. However, unlike some of his other works, the novel is not just a catalogue of sadism. Rather it purports to show, albeit in a hideously extreme way, how those who live a life of vice prosper, whilst the virtuous suffer. Nonetheless, Sade invites us to live virtuously in hope of heavenly reward.

May you...be persuaded that true happiness lies in virtue alone and that, though God allows goodness to be persecuted on earth, it is with no other end than to prepare us for a better reward in heaven.

See, he ain't that bad.


Then of course the sequel, or partner to the Misfortune of Virtues, Juliette, which tells the story of Juliette, Justine's debauched sister. Her numerous sexual adventures are described in minute detail, as are her equally numerous murders and other less pleasant debaucheries. The whole is punctuated with philosophical discussion regarding the nature of sex, God, and mankind. This is a very intense book, and one which has upset and offended many, many people since it was first published.

From start to finish, vice triumphs and virtue is humiliated, and only at the end is virtue raised to its rightful pinnacle; there will be no one who, on finishing this tale, will not detest the false triumph of crime and cherish the humiliations and misfortunes which virtue undergoes.

Philosophy in the Boudoir, another oh-so-interesting book. In the bedroom of a sequestered country house, a young virgin is ruthlessly schooled in the ways of sexual perversion, fornication, murder, incest and complete self-gratification which culminates with the final and most shocking act of liberation carried out on her own mother. It is written in dialogue style, so you had to use your imagination a bit. But it is really a good read, it sends your mind reeling.

But then comes this book of his, the first book I've read written from him. 120 Days in Sodom. It describes a wide variety of sexual perversions performed on a group of enslaved teenagers.

Four very wealthy perverts - the Duc De Blangis, his brother (known only as The Bishop), President Curval (a judge) and Durcet - kidnap eight boys and eight girls (all aged between 12 and 15) and take them to a huge castle in the middle of nowhere. The four men are also accompanied by their daughters, eight studs, four old women and four prostitutes. Over the course of several months, the prostitutes take their turns in telling their stories, explaining the activities of various clients, which in turn inspires the four anti-heroes to indulge in similar activities with their children and daughters.

It is a curiously well-planned novel, with a strict timetable. Five stories are told each day, and they are meant to start off reasonably mild before getting gradually worse until they reach the stage of rape, torture and sex-murders. The four perverts emulate these too, and in the final part of the novel, they massacre the kidnapped children and their own daughters in the most insanely cruel ways.

Only the first month is told in any detail. After that it becomes almost a transcipt, very brief and repetitive. There are often notes such as "you will give this in full detail" which is clearly De Sade writing to himself, indicating he was intending on re-writing the novel in full once he was released from the Bastille. He never did get a chance, and many readers of this work are often frustrated that it seems incomplete, although it must be remembered it is, for the most part, merely a draft.

This book is horrifying, but just so damn interesting! I couldn't put it down till I finish it. He listed 600 'passions' ranging from the mere shocking to murder, and OMG, they even sent my hair standing. This book is not for beginners and certainly not for young innocent ladies and gentlemen that reads this blog. The ending was horrible, but it certainly opened my eyes to many things.

A must read to all psychologist and criminologist.


I have just listed some of his more famous books. His short stories can be very funny like The Windbags of Provence, modern parables like Émilie de Tourville or caustic comments on Parisian society like The Confidence Men. Augustine de Villeblanche contains a very moving plea for tolerance of homosexuals. In Aline and Valcour, he contrasts a brutal African kingdom with a utopian island paradise.

Marquis de Sade is a really interesting man indeed. A man whose works I had come to admire and it does really make me think sometimes. I have been intrigued with him ever since I was introduced to the idea of BDSM, which of course is the acronym for Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I find the idea of Sadism an interesting one, about how cruel people could be. With an utter lack of compassion, de Sade has shown us what the human mind is capable of in the depths of our depravity, and in doing so, sears our minds with the depth of his brilliance. For anything that can be concieved can be done.

Was he an evil genius? A man who carves up a prostitute for his own sexual gratification is evil whether she consented or not. His writings indicate he was a genius.

The philosophy of the Marquis de Sade was that Man was governed by his Nature. There was little he could do about it therefore he should simply enjoy life to the full, whatever his intrinsic nature dictates, to do otherwise is to deny ones self. Man can only exhibit and enjoy to the full his true nature when he is freed from all moral and social restraints. Quite rightly Sade dismissed morality as fashion, that it was Man's artificial laws that dictated what was right and wrong.

A world that followed Sade would be a world in which evil rules the land, where the rich and powerful can do as they please, free to steal, rape and murder, to satisfy their lust. All that would bar them would be a counter attack by their intended victims. A world of gruesome barbarity, brutality and cruelty, social Darwinism writ large, a world not very different from the world of today.

Roald Dahl, the famous writer of children's books, pointed out somewhere that children love the grotesque, the exaggerated, the monstrous, the ugly, the dirty; they find such things hilarious. It is the same here with Marquis de Sade. It is in all of us!

If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.

I think I have written enough about this Marquis. I've once written an article about him. I was introduced to him at the age of 16, having to read 120 Days of Sodom. And I've done my homework in doing research on him. One friend once said that if I had put in that much effort I put to read up on him, I would have easily scored 10As in SPM, but that remains to be seen.

I've lingered long on this blog, sorry to bother you, but I just have to introduce this wonderful author to the world. So before I sign off, I just want to clear something up with my other friends who shares the same passion as me.

Richard, Raymond and Ben Seng, you guys complain that de Sade's writing is repetitive, but let me ask you, but what could be more repetitive than the physical motions of sexual intercourse?

With that, I close this blog.

We also know that what you see with your eyes isn't necessarily the
truth... Won't you come join me on the journey for the truth?

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Being Naughty Again...

Dear passengers, do you remember the time I got chased out of CSU? Those forgotten, check it out here. Guess what?

No, I did not wear sports shoes and T-shirt to CSU and insult the lecturer's stupidity. But I saw that same Doctor again when I went for CSU. She was like staring at me, and I bet she recognised me. She had this one kind look on her face, but I just ignored her and went for the class.

After the class, I walked out of the classroom, and nearly knocked into her. It was then I came up with this stupid idea. She was standing there, waiting for something and I walked past her, my labcoat unbuttoned. I had my tag on, a blouse (not a T-shirt) and my black shoes on. I walked past her to the shelves, got my notes and walked past her again. Then I did it again, going around her about 5 times. The look she was giving me was so damn hilarious. The way I walked was like trying to flaunt something and I think she noticed.

Serve her right!


Today's CG was pretty deep and thought provoking. It started with a lame game from TJ. Then Adeline, as the CG mummy started her speech.

Adeline: So what did Collin pray about just now?
Daniel: That you'll keep it short and sweet.
Adeline: I will.
Daniel: Finally, prayer answered!

Today we had two surprise guests, YeanKoon and Ryan Phua(Sem1 junior who happens to be our friend. He was the sailor venus). They came in when we were sharing some things. The questions of the day were: "Do you sense God's presence around you?" and "Do you think your friends sense God with you?"

Ryan, surprisingly, was really deep and profound. For those who were with Ryan before, you guys would understand. Yean Koon, wow, lagi deep. My answers compared to theirs were weak and meaningless.

"I know God has been around me that I feel immune to God's presence."
Which of course was a bad thing. God's presence is a really subjective thing. How would I know for sure that the feelings I have, I think is God's presence, God's answer, would be nothing more than my imagination. I know God is with me. When I'm happy, when I'm sinning. But like the small kid I am, I like to feel Him holding me and protecting me, but I know that is impossible physically. They say you'll feel God's presence the most when you are down and out.

But the thing is, I was never so that deep down and out. God's been good to me all this while, and that is proof enough that God is with me. Maybe just being happy means that you are feeling God's presence. Maybe I don't have to feel that rush of holiness rushing through me just to feel God's presence. Hmm...

And about my friends sensing God's presence with me? I don't think anyone would sense God is with me. The preception of society is that Christians are pious and holy. They sit down quietly, do not run about, always serious, do not joke, always nice. Basically everything that is just not me. But my personality and character is God given. I can't sit down quietly. I am a hyperactive 19 years old. Joking and being lame is second nature to me. So does that mean, to have my friends sense God's presence with me, I had to do a 360degree turnabout in my character?

Some of my friends said yes, I had to be a picture of Godliness and holiness, so people would see that wah... Christians are so good. But I don't believe it. Not everyone can be like Grace Chew, Adeline Gong and Caryn Khoo. Hell, I can't be like them. So what does that mean? My friends will never sense God's presence in me?

Hmm... damn... got carried away. Shouldn't be blogging about these type of so deep deep things here.

Anyways, got to go adee. Hemato is killing me.

But I am still a kid.
You can't tell me to sit down, and expect me too.

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Post Orientation

Finally, the hectic pace of the week ends. The week meaning of course M2/04 Orientation Week which had our Respi Exam placed right in the middle of it. But does that stop me from 'orientating' the Puppets? Of course not!

I've breezed through the rest of my fellow bloggers' blog and i can see that many had blogged about that Orientation Week. Each had blogged about their specific events, so here I come to debrief you guys on the Orientation (my point of view) and of course Variety Night, my little baby.


Orientation M2/04

For us, the Orientation started at the start of CVS, when we had our first meeting to organise the Orientation. We had an election to elect the committee members and to decide on the theme of the Orientation. We confirmed the theme of Variety Night and the rules of the Orientation.

Then there was silence as we went on our work, preparing for CVS and Respi. Busy with rotation and stuff, Orientation was like at the back of our mind. Then two weeks into Respi and two weeks left, we realised that Orientation was just around the corner and nothing was done. So there was a full out work to try to organise the Orientation the best we could.

The T-shirts design came out, I helped to prepare it. The booklets were ready for printing, I redesigned the whole thing. I helped in everything, except my own Variety Night. Hehehe... was too lazy to think for it.

The Orientation for the Juniors started on Friday 27 Sept with the meeting of the Orientation Officers (OO) and the Juniors (Jrs). 12 different groups were placed in the PBL rooms to decide on their leader, IMCC, BBQ rep and of course their group names and cheers. The Seniors went around hasut-ing the groups to pick the IMCC that they, the Seniors want.


Monday
Supposed to be studying, but hanged around Food Ave to play Settlers of Catan. Then the groups came to get my signature. I am after all, the coordinator of Variety Night. The first group that came, I sent them away on the white lie that says: I have PBL. Then the next group is Bryan&Thaven's group. Had the jrs form a line and the IMCC crawl between their legs. Pretty sporting group. Would have 'orientate' them more, if not for time-restraint for PBL.

And of course the Event of the Day: ICE BREAKERS! Kudos to Eugene and Audrey who managed to handle the event even thought respi exam was just like 48 hours away.


Tuesday
Holiday.


Wednesday
After Respi, it was full out orientation for the jrs. The m2/03s were on the roll. It started with the Traditional Horse Race, which the Milking Tits won. Then cheer fights and tortures just went on and on.

That night, I went over to Big Siaw's place with Ken Rhee (my partner) to start on Variety Night project. Yup, we only started on Wednesday, thus it is pretty impressive no? We threw ideas back and forth, Ken Rhee, Big Siaw, Richard and me. There were many ideas. Lord of the Rings background with the quest to be the Master of puppets? Medieval storyline with Juniors fight each other? Comical storyline? Till late into the night, we argued it out. Richard went home to sleep, Big Siaw fell asleep, and yet it went on and on.


Thursday
Then about 3.30am (we were still undecisive of what to do, but we had some idea) i received a message from Richard that said: Dont you have clinical visit tmr to Nilai? I was like "Holy-shit!" So I like rush home about 4 and fell asleep. Got bout 3 hrs of sleep and it was the drive to Nilai. Went there and fell asleep at the waiting room as we waited for the guys who arrived like one hour later. We hanged around for another hour before cabut-ing.

Arrived back at IMU and found out that my partner-in-crime had gone missing. We were supposed to be doing the Variety Night thingy together, but he had gone missing. Even his girlfriend couldn't find him. It seems that he had not gotten any sleep the night before and had walked all the way to Puchong from IMU. Talk about insomnia.

But we managed to get him on the phone and we told him to sleep. I'll try to handle everything myself first. So I slaved away on my own in the Student Lounge trying to make ready whatever I could do.

Event of the Day: Treasure Hunt

Wanted to join, but couldn't as Ken Rhee and I had to finish up for Variety Night. We wanted the CKO to print our posters and they had the nerve to said: Sorry, we have a backlog of work, thus cannot print for you guys. Tmr we have to promises. Wahlaueh! When we went there, they were sitting around, shaking legs and they said that there is a backlog of work????

Dismayed, we decided to go to Carrefour to get it printed and at the same time to some shopping. But at the shop at Carrefour, our throat were almost cut. RM18 per poster? Excuse me? In CKO, we just had to pay RM4 per poster!!! We turned down the offer and decided to pray hard for the CKO to be free the next day. We bought papers and blu-tacks and returned to find that Treasure Hunt was a mess.

News were that some groups messed up and some stations screwed up. But it was only miscommunication. Things like this happened. But don't you think that this is more like a treasure hunt? In real treasure hunts (Amazing Race?), you do get lost. You reach the wrong place, you had to make U-turns... so what is the problem? It is the OOs' dumbness that led the group astray, not the committee's fault. So those who are blaming the committee, or intending too... try to look at it from a different perspective.

The Variety Night committee (which consists of only Elena(me) and Ken Rhee) recruited help from Evelyn, Richard and Aravindra to decide on how to put up the backdrop. We had the plans, we just lack the manpower. But then Aravindra, using his power as the President decided that it is time for the Committee to put in effort too.

That night, Ken Rhee and I returned to Big Siaw's place to complete the Multimedia Presentation of the Committees and IMCCs. We worked through the night, searching, downloading, super-imposing and refining our work. Thanks to Evelyn, we managed to find good videos to play. About 3am, Ken Rhee fell asleep, with the msg for me to wake him up at 4am. But knowing that he had not had any sleep the night before, I decided to ignore his msg and just do his work for him. I slaved through the night, downloading videos like crazy while the two guys (KenRhee and Big Siaw) snored away.

Friday
I woke Ken Rhee up about 7, cos I had to go back home to bath and change for PBL, and KenRhee was sprawled on the floor right beside the door. So I woke him up and Soon Liang kindly opened the door for me.

Reaching my apartment, to my dismay, I forgot to bring my housekeys. Having no handphone and no way to contact my housemates, I sat down on the corridor to wait. And I fell asleep, curled up by the door. The lady who comes to clean the rubbish woke me up, asking why I was sleeping there, but I just smiled and went on to sleep. About 8.15am, I heard Adeline and San San going to the lift, so I woke myself up and rushed to get them to call Richard to open the door.

I waited till bout 8.30 when my housemate finally opened the door for me. I quickly went to bathe but still was late for PBL. I arrived at about 8.45am, but was slowed down by a group demanding for PBL. I screamed at them for a minute or so before was allowed to rush into the PBL room.

The moment I entered, silence fell. I swallowed and bowed low. "I'm sorry."

The faci did not even look at me. My PBL-mate continued her presentation and I took the only seat left, beside the facilator. I was dead-meat. I sat there and suddenly the faci just went: "Do you know that in UK, the professors who comes for your tutorials have very limited time? That why the medical students have to be in the classes before the professors come. Blah, blah blah." Then suddenly, without even looking at me, "Why are you late? What is your excuse?"

"I...uh...overslept..."

"That's not an excuse." And she went on again about something that just flew over my head. Come to think of it, I'm pretty good at letting things that I don't want to hear fly over my head. Hmmm...

She asked a few questions like "Where do you stay? Don't you have friends that stay with you?", I gave a few answers. Then she asked, "Why did you oversleep?"

I told her, "It's a long story."

She said, "I don't want to hear about it then."

So we went on with the PBL, which of course I did not prepare. I pulled out notes on respi, which had nothing to do with Aneamia, in an attempt to look like I had notes. I was sitting beside that faci, damnit, and had no notes. I spewed nonsense during the discussions, having the MANNER, but not the MATTER. Debate taught me very well, hehehe... I thought the faci wouldn't realise, but I think she did, cos she made a comment bout it, but who cares???

Sigh, the sacrifices I made for Variety Night.


Then it was all out to complete everything in time. Aravindra managed to get ppl to help out to do the film-reels, while Ken Rhee ran off to organize the presentation. I fumbled with the computer for a few minutes, organizing the IMCC presentation. Then I rushed off to the CKO, and God-is-Gracious, the printer is free and I started printing the posters. In Carrefour, it was rm18 per poster, here, I got it printed for rm4 per poster. So much damn cheaper.

It was surprising how hyper I felt, knowing that I had practically no sleep the night before. I was rushing up stairs and down stairs and in my lady's chambers. It took 2 blardy hours to print 12 posters (the printer was freaking slow) so I continued preparing for the IMCC presentation.

I returned to with the posters at about 4.30pm, the ppl helping out were in the SRC room drinking cendol and chatting away. We did the posters together and everyone was like, "I want this poster, I want that Dragonball, I want that X-men!" But we had fun. Then at 5.30pm, we all went up to the Audi to start the final preparation.

What you guys think of Variety Night, aside from the Juniors sketches? If you ask me, it was pretty much organized. We planned a very strict timeline, planning to start at 7 and end at 12, but it started at 8 and ended at 12.30. So everything was pretty well-planned... NOT!!!!

On the surface, everything looked fine. But below it, I was rushing here and there, Ken Rhee was like slamming everything he had into the computer, and Evelyn and Big Siaw, they were running to and from from Siaw's apartment and Audi. Hahaha. Thanks EV and Siaw! And of course at like when the first IMCC came in, we realised that we did not have a crown and a sash. Holy-shit!

But thanks to the Boss above, everything fell into place the last minute and Variety Night was quite a success, considering that we had about 60 hours to prepare it. During the 10 minute break, Richard and I made up a crown using newspaper and aluminium foil. Hehehe... I promised the Miss IMCC that we would present 'her' a real crown and sash when Reuben returns. Hehehe...

Ok, coming to the issue that were bothering some bloggers. The issue on how the juniors sucked and IMCC being too vulgar. I'll first go on to how the Junior's sucks.

The titles of the sketches are:
Batman
X-men
Ultraman
SouthPark
Thundercats
Popeye
Doraemon
My Little Pony
Simpsons
Spiderman
Dragonball

Excuse me, but the committee is able to make really funny jokes with these titles. Maybe it's because we are the m2/03s. Like I've commented on someone's blog, only certain people like M2/03 can NOT screw it up. The titles are actually alot easier than M1/04s, as that batch had to follow strict guidelines, but somehow, this groups just manage to mess things up.

There is this guy who seemed to be defending group 9 alot, and let me tell you, SouthPark is easy to play about. We asked for a spoof, group 9 practically plagarised the whole movie. I'm trying to defend Variety Night or what, oh hell! yes, I am defending Variety Night! Cos a lot effort has been put into it, and the people that screw it up are the groups.

But thank God for people like Lai Teck and Hiong Chin who manages to keep the audiences alive with their remarks, which is appropriate and well-timed to keep the laughter coming. And the newly implemented newspaper throwing. Man, that was like the funnest event of that night.

"Try to get it into that hoop!"

"10 points if you hit his head!"

"Bet I can hit him right in the face!"

But actually, the newspapers were given so that the seniors can throw the papers at the groups that are over timed, but looks like it is more fun throwing it at sucky groups. The seniors had fun, except of course for certain individuals, but that is only a minority, no?

And unto the IMCC being vulgar. Well, ex-e-cuse-e me! Newsflash! Newsflash! IMCC IS supposed to be PERVERTED and VULGAR!!! If you ask me, I'll say this orientation's IMCC is way way less vulgar than what we had during m2/03 and m1/04 Variety Night. The questions are explicit? Hmmm... wonder which batch's IMCCs had to hump pails and kuali. Wonder which batch's IMCCs had to dance like Britney and Madonna. And you call the questions explicit? The person who said that m2/04's IMCC is more vulgar is blind and deaf and not to mention dumb!

And on a side note. Juniors can't handle IMCCs? Grow up!


Saturday
Did not go. The alarm was supposed to wake me up like at 9.00am, but I was too tired. Guess fatigue had caught up. After variety night, we went for mamak and i started to have signs and symptoms of exhaustion. Blurred vision, dull migraine, stiff muscles, dyspnoea, unorientated, no appetite... sigh... but ended up sleeping for about 10 hours straight. Would have loved to go for the British Bulldog fight.

Heard a complain that committee did not do a good job for telematch as some juniors got lost on the way to the field. In my opinion, it is all the OOs' fault for being dumb and stupid. They have been to the fields during their Orientation, they should know where it is. So the OOs of the groups that got lost, being the dumbasses they were, they are the one to be blamed, not us.

Woke up in time to go help out at Barbecue night. Ivy and Michelle was running all over the place, trying to set up for the night. Most of the guys are still asleep, thanks to the Telematch, so we girls had to help out. The night itself was successful, but poor Ivy and Michelle were so heated up and frantic. And the amount of food left over, it could have fed the whole nation of North Korea.

Another new implement, the dance floor was quite a success too, I would say. We tot that no one would actually use it, but I was wrong, for once. The juniors were relaxed, eventhough they knew what was coming at the prize giving ceremony. And they took it in stride (sth I am very proud off). Sure, everyone got wet, me too. But it was all in the name of fun.

The BOAT RACE was another hilarious turn of events. YeePei was chosen to give the short story of the Boat Race.

"There is this girl, whose name is Christine. She is like your grand-grand-grandmother of this Orientation. But then she died of Leukemia."

"No, I thought she died in an accident!" yelled a senior.

"I thought it was dengue," came another.

"The story is wrong lar!!!" shouted one more.

So in the end, one senior came up to repeat the story. "The great-great-grand father of Orientation is Ong Kok Hai's son. Christine is this girl who died of dengue."

"No, it's leukemia!" bellowed someone else.

And the argument started again.

"Whatever!" the story-teller finally shouted. "She died. And this boat race is to commemorate her death. So let's have a minute of silence."

Everyone lowered their heads, but many were looking at their watches, timing the one minute. But due to some impatient batchmates, at the 20 sec mark, they shouted, "Ok, time's up. One minute dee."

Whoa, talk about honoring the dead, hahaha...


So Orientation M2/04 ended that night with a welcoming speech by the President, Aravindra. It had been fun while it lasted. We had complains, we had unsatisfied juniors and seniors, but we can't satisfy everyone. Seniors complained it was too mild, some juniors complained it was too rough... what the hell, everyone had fun, right?

To those M1/04s who had been complaining, screw you guys. Sure, words are easy to use, but try it yourself. Let's see if the M1/05 Orientation screw you up and down, inside out. Then only you talk, ok? You want to make Orientation less ragging, sure, you make it.

With that, I declared this Orientation close.

It's not the net result that matters,
it's the day to day struggles people go through that makes one's life important.

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Road paved on 9:28 PM |

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!

The battle was long and tiring. For three weeks, we fought and suffered against them. Three weeks of sweat and blood pouring over maps of Pneumotaxis Centre and HAPE. Three weeks of sleepless nights spent preparing Anti-Tuberculosis and Anti-Asthmatic to fight the enemy. Three weeks that were punctuated occasionally with skirmishes at the border of Hypoxia and Hypercapnea. Three bloody week as the second wave of the Sem3 exam sought to wear us down. We were tried, we were tested, but we never gave up, knowing that freedom was the prize we will get once we broke through their defences.

Then the D-Day came, where our freedom was just a short hour away. We stood together at the Battlefield of Sem3, armed to the toes against Tachypnoea and Dyspnoea. We stood strong against the sight of the army led by Pneumonia and Tuberculosis approaching the border. This is it, the last battle against the second wave of the End-of-Semester exam, the wave led by the 2nd Commander of the Systems, Respiratory.

"I can do everything, thru Christ who strenghtens me!" roared our Champion, as the army of Lung Cancer and Nasopharyngeal Carcinoma came charging towards us. We stood our grounds, pens and pencils ready. And they crashed against us, like water against rocks.

For one long hour, which seemed like decades to us, we battled it out, mind and body focused on conquering the army. We shall not go down without a fight. No matter how unprepared we were, we were determined to fill in every blanks, with facts or rubbish. The battle was fierce, many were oppressed...

But in the end, we rose again, fighting across the No Man's Land to finally get out of this exams alive. Some may have triumphed and run their enemies down, some may have fallen, but only for this battle. The thing is, we made it out of that battle alive, and ready to fight another day.

The second wave has been conquered, we are free men again. That is before we are called to arms again. There are more to come, with the final battle at the end of it all.


But now is not the time to mourn, but to cheer and celebrate, as we are finally free, at least for the week. So cheer with me, like our forefathers did:

"MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!"

And as free men, we just want to enjoy life and work out the stress that had accumulated.

And who could be a better punching bag, than the batch of juniors?

Hmm... blood will spill as these puppets dance to our strings.

End of passion play, crumbling away
I’m your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction

[chorus:]
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you

Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master

Master of puppets
I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
[end chorus]

Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror

[chorus]

Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries

Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season

We are the Master of Puppets. The Juniors shall know the wrath of their Master soon enough! Mwahahaha!!!!


A small note to add: Adeline Gong has brain-paenia and bullshit-philia.

Signing off now to think of more tortures to rag the juniors with.

We fight to live! If we die, what good is our victory?"

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