Friday, September 23, 2005
It's a PLANE!
Sorry for the late late late update. I know you guys would be strangling me for not driving this plane... but with recent oil price increase, driving a plane is a tad expensive.
But what have happened the last few weeks since oil price increase?
We went to watch STOMP the loudest musical, and it's true!!! It's so freaking loud I wonder those people on stage how could they hear themselves think. But it's marvellous, with some really funny scenes. There is no true plot, but it's just amazing how you can make music with so many things.
Well, I've been making such music since I was a kid. I'm just not smart enough to patent it to bring me a lot of cash.
But the real drama occured before the show. Richard drove, and when we stopped at a traffic light, a fucking motorcycle appeared out of nowhere and crashed into Richard's Kangoo. The guy literally flew into the car (well, half of him anyway), crashing the glass. He scrambled out - various cuts on his face - and fled the scene. Fucking piece of a monkey's ass.
We were saved from the flying glass by our head rest. The rest of the car was in a mess. We took down the number, went to report and found out that the number was palsu. Son of a bitch. There are just cowards like these in the world. I should have throw myself on him, injure myself a bit and then sue him for manslaughter.
That was what I suggested to Shi Ching, by throwing myself off the 3rd tier of Istana Budaya down.
National Health Sciences Debate came and went. Read here by one of the semi-finalists and here for Gongster's version. We could have gotten into the finals, our semi-finalists thrashed all teams in the finals, but we did not manage to step into that finals room due to the idiot-sity of a SINGAPOREAN bastard who can't adjudicate for nuts. Fucking piece of useless shit. You should have seen Sheena converging on him in a pissed off mood - like a Sheena who is in a seriously pissed off mood.
I adjudicated this time round, and being a Chair... (not a damn furniture, Chair with a capital C and short for Chairperson)... well, it was fun actually. To feel the power to decide which team dies... MWAHAHAHAHA!!! It feels good, but at the same time nerve-wrecking. Especially in that humour round.
Motion: THIS HOUSE JUST LOVES PLAYING DOCTORS.
I'll give you a minute to digest that motion. There was actually three humour motions: This house would love to be a desperate housewife, and This house would euthanise Britney and Kevin plus the above.
How would you have defined the motion THIS HOUSE JUST LOVES PLAYING DOCTORS. Leave a few comments on how.
The motion is just filled with sexual innuendos. Playing doctors... *hands rub together suggestively* Hehehehe... We came up with quite a few INTERESTING proposals and counter-proposals during training, like French Maids instead of Doctors.
And from what I heard from my other teammates, each room seemed to be having fun.
Scene 1: There is this guy who denies POI with "No, No, No!"
UiTM Danial (as a POI): So have you found the G-Spot?
Guy denying the POI: No, No, No!
Scene 2: IMU 1 vs IMU 3
IMU 1 taught IMU 3 about lubrication when IMU 3 demanded about going into the wrong hole.
Scene 3: Playing doctors will lead to World Peace.
The whole room was talking about sex when suddenly the third last guy suddenly talked about talking about sex is not a good thing.
Scene 4: IMU 2 rocked the hall.
The adjudicator was practically ROTFLHAO when Sheena got up to piss on the whole opposition bench.
Scene 5: IMU 5 having fun.
Their opponents do not know what gynaecology is, do not know what a stethoscope is. And IMU 5 had a time acting up front, like lifting skirts and all.
Everyone had fun rooms.
Everyone except me.
Opening Gov decided to run a serious case. This house just loves playing doctor because it is a noble profession. B-O-R-I-N-G!!!
Thank God for the Closing Gov whose extension was a total shaft, but it was fun anyway. Here is their link:
The OG talked about passion of being a doctor. We talk about passion of being in bed. When you have finish all thousands of position in the Kamasutra, playing doctor is an option. We are talking about the Patented Gynaecology Test where you open up your 'patient's' legs and ahem.They went to describe playing stethoscope with your ownself and using the tendon hammer and scapula for anything but medical related.
But I couldn't give them the win because of the shaft.
And it took me a really long time to decide would they have won??? Sigh... but I love that team seriously. Damn humourous and all.
But at the end of the day... it still boils down to the adjudicators. I may not be the best adjudicator around (AIDA 1 is nothing - Dr. P, AIDA 1), but still I had fun being called "Madam Chair, Miss Chair, Gracious Chair." They should call the timekeeper the Table or something.
Helping a friend with Bahasa Melayu homework is fun. Making sentences with SUDAH, TIDAK ADA, TINGGAL, MALAM, SIAPA, APA.
APA- Apa khabar, Encik Azeem?
MALAM- Selamat malam, tuan.
and so forth. It was a homework and she was rushing for class. And the class was canceled. It was a class for people who can't read BM and the teacher wrote the announcement on the board in BM.
But we also got a lesson out of helping her in BM. We had English lessons.
Vasan: I saw this label of anti-lice. They call it anti-lices. Shouldny it be LOUSE?
Prasad: Louse is singular. Like Mouse plural mice.
Elena: And Hice for House.
And guess what? I lost YeeP's tendon hammer. Fucking piece of shit. I left it in the CSU pigeon hole where Hean Peng was the last to see it (other than the fucking scum of a thief) And when I went back 20 minutes later, it was gone... leading me to believe that the thief is either from M2/03 (as much as I hate to say it) or the Batch that came it later.
Fucking thieves. Who the hell would stoop as low as to steal a fucking tendon hammer? Then you think of fuckingly stupid IMU who sells the fucking piece of bullshit for a fucking slaughtering price of RM50. Son of a bitches.
But let's hope on the goodness of Mankind and maybe some kind soul took it to safeguard it. It's the tendon hammer with the initial -YP- written on its rod and it does not belong to me but my dear friend who is going to murder me if I don't find it back by next Wednesday. So any kind people out there? I won't say anything bad about you, so don't worry.
Maybe it's the devil moving around, trying to cause a rift between me and Yeep. We were discussing on how Satan goes around trying to turn people away from God and all and one of the best disguises he could go under would be a religious leader or something.
Elena: George Bush. Every dumb American thinks he's God.
CG: No lar... religious leader.
Elena: Oh... the Pope lor.
Anyway... I can only pray and dig out a fucking RM50 to buy a new tendon hammer when I can get it for RM30, but nevermind that. I'm taking responsibility. (EEYUCK!! Responsibility is slimy and heavy and awful. EEEWWWW!!!)
On a side note: Musculoskeleton results came out today. I'm getting a PSP soon.
Don't blame me. Blame yourself or God.
- Delita, Final Fantasy Tactics
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