The Road through my Fucked Up Life.

Road paved on 11:35 AM |

Choices, choices, choices...

If you can get one of this free and you are in my shoes, which would you get?

A: Sony Ericsson P910 + Sony Ericsson K500
B: iPod 60GB
C: Macintosh Powerbook (unknown specs but MacOS X)
D: Sony Vega Flat Screen 29" + Home Theatre System
E: Sony Cybershot + Video Camera

Any ideas anyone? Please choose one and state why.

My arguments for a few of them:
A: I have no use of P910 and K500 looks like a dog's ass.
B: 60GB is tooooo BIGGGG!!!
C: Powerbook sounds good, but I don't know the specs and it's a Mac to boot (not that bad actually)
D: Don't really need another 29" TV, but the home theatre system is tantalising.
E: I already have a camera, but video camera is good.


Oh, and by the way, I've lost a handphone. Anyone who can give any ideas on good handphones to buy? On limited budget too, you know. And no, this question is separate from the above. There is no way I'm getting a P910 for myself (I see no use of it) and K500 just looks too ugly... I won't be wanting those, unless someone can convince me otherwise.


Oh, remember the story of this boy name Richard? Check it here. Well guess what? He got a new hairstyle.

Now he looks like Sinyu from Doraemon.




Okee... this would be the end of my post. I was supposed to blog about this gay guy... you know... the one I met during my OSCE exams? The one I quoted here:

Then I enter the gay's room and that was when everything went down to Hell and never came back up again. When I entered the room, the first thing that came to my mind was, "Who the hell are you?" I greeted the patient and the gay was sitting at the chair in that gay style (you know cross legged and chin resting on hand). He asked me to do liver cirrhosis in that voice that was so gay!

I did not know what to do at first, so I took the hands and did capillary refill. I know it was wrong, but the way he reprimanded me really pissed me off.

Gay: *waving his hand around* Why take capillary refill?
I released the fingers and bullshitted which resulted in more scolding. I finally gave up and released the patients hand. The patient went "Ouch" and I went "What the fuck?" The gay piece of shit started scolding and yelling again.

Throughout the whole thing, he was like "Your friends do like that, why you do like that? You no practice la. Wrong. Wrong." Holy shit, if you have someone yelling at you, you'll start to panic right? I started to lose my temper and argued all the way. Who the hell cares anyway? And when I felt for the bone to do pitting edema, I was FEELING, the patient said "Ouch". That gay bastard started up again and the buzzer went, thank God. I just turned my back and stormed out of the room without even thanking to both patient and doctor. Right outside, I shouted: "FUCK YOU!"

I was thinking over and decided, why bother blogging about such an asshole? I'm off doing something much better. Like finishing up my storybook. Yup, storybook. Not studying for EOS yet. Too early, hehe...

Anyway, before I go off, I need to end with another multiple choice question (as the title of the post is choices.

Question: Which would you use to describe Loh Kei Ying (watever shit name he has) (the doctor described above)?
A.

B.

C.

D.

3.... 2.... 1.... Restart!
[Screen goes blank]
Just joking!
- Tetsuya Nomura (Dream Ending), Chrono Trigger

We passed by on 11:35 AM |

Road paved on 2:46 PM |

Beginning of the End...

I know, I know, it's cliched and all, so what? sue me. Some people actually chose it as the title for our convo mag (how lame can it be?).

Well, I've got to say that I've fucked up my CNS exam and there's nothing I can do about it now. Seeing my friends getting their matching results and many leaping for joy only spurred me deeper into this melancholy feeling.

I foresee a whining post here...

Matching's out, everyone's leaving, and I'm left in this pit of hell for one more year. Only consolation is I have Richard along with me and I get to graduate the same time as most of my colleagues with double degree to boot.

But I still sometimes wonder, why the hell din't I match... I could have left this hellhole a lot sooner, I could have gone off with some good friends... I could have had fun seeing new places...

Then I'll think further and wonder about what ifs, what if I've gotten Edinburgh (BWAHAHA!!!!) instead? What if I've gotten some really expensive uni that my dad can't afford? Then I'll wonder further. My dad can afford me, but it's just that I have four more other siblings to worry about. If half of my dad's fortune goes to me, those four have to fight for the other half.

Then I'll still think. But did I really want a research degree?? I've gone on and on about finding the cure for AIDS and cancer and a research degree is a necessity for it. But do I really have the patience to sit down and concentrate on so minute details? Can I even handle the lack of action in a research lab (not that I'm saying that there is any action in the medical field itself)? Then I'll say to myself, hell... the road to glory is paved with bloodshed and tears.

But then I'll think on. And what about Queensland? I bet the Uni is not as famous as Aberdeen or Glasgow or Melbourne. But I've known about Queensland so much earlier than St. George (but one is in Aussie and the other in UK and being so Chinaman-hulu-minded, ppl would think the UK wan better la). Somehow UK cert seemed to worth more than Aussie's and so they say UK better than Aussie.

My whole family of grandpa, grandma, granduncle, grandauntie, uncle, auntie and sorts are thinking that I'm going UK. Won't they be wondering why the hell I'm going Aussie to a place they never hear before.

But I still can't get over this nagging feeling for being left out. Yup, I'm jealous, so there, I've said it out. I'm jealous I have friends going to UK, to places I want to go. I'm envious of all those people who had their 1st, 2nd, 3rd choice while I do not even have a choice. I really, really want to go UK. Since young, I've always dreamt of going UK. I came to IMU because it was one of my chances of going to UK, but instead... I'm off to Queensland instead.

The only consolation is I still have Richard along with me, I get a double degree, it's cheaper and it's only a one hour train ride from Sydney where my auntie is dying of some unknown liver disease that the doctors can't figure out due to the reason they can perform a biopsy on her as she would bleed to death. And hey, Kuan Yean took Bio-tech in Queensland and I have some good friends in Perth and Melbourne. And oh ya, Queensland is one of the top research university in Aussie. And the weather in Queensland is just beautiful, and the Great Barrier Reef is within reach ie diving during free time.

But what would I have happened to me if I'm cast out to the open alone? I'll probably shrivel up and die. Haha... No one to hold my responsibilities for me, no one to take care of me, I'll be all alone. So I consider myself very lucky to have chosen Queensland and still have Richard with me. Damn, I'm depending on him too much. Not good, not good at all...

*shivers at thought of Richard leaving* Ok... I've got to buck up and be more independant. But I'm just too lazy to. And can I do it? Most of my friends think so that I can and I will. After EoS la...

But I hate responsibilities... *whine whine whine*

What kind of doctor will I be in the future? The kind who slacks off responsibilities (like Dr. Gregory House, just that I'm not as brilliant as him). We were talking about it, planning our future... looking at which and what to take. Talking is easy, no one can see the future and there are no guarantees... but if things go my way, I would go on to do surgery and get my M-something-something-S and proceed to make my way up the ranks. Research would be my part-time job, so I either find a new cure or a new technique. Got backup plan to be forensic too...

Sounds easy right???

But put me in the open, a free road out there, I'll probably cower and go hide the bed or something. I'll have to work... got to carry responsibilities (YUCK!!!) and patient's lives are in my hands (more responsibilities, fuck). Compassion is something I don't have, I like my patients either dead or asleep. So there.

I don't make a good doctor. So all those friends who wish for free treatment at my clinic, you have been warned. My secondary school dream was to have Yap Jun Wei on an operating table, with me as a surgeon. I'll cut out his heart and right in front of his open seeing eyes, squeeze it till it explodes. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'll probably use my medical knowledge the way Dr. Hannibal Lecter used his.

Ok, enough of whining... God will provide, somehow. Just have faith in Him. He led me down this path and if it's His will, so be it. He led me here, He'll keep me here. I'm leaving everything up to Him now. His will be done.

And let's just end it here and part our ways. Friends are moving on, the world turns... but still we stay on the same path, trudging onward to a future that was supposed to be bright. We took different roads, each piled with obstacles, but as long as we stand together, we'll be able to reach the end.

That sounded like a dumb song. Gonna forget it.


7 more weeks to End of Semester Exam. Things to study:
1. Foundation 2
2. Cardiovascular System
3. Respiratory System
4. Hematology System
5. Gastro-Intestinal System
6. Endocrine System
7. Reproduction System
8. Renal System (I failed this)
9. Musculoskeleton System
10. Central Nervous System
11. Health Issue
I'm so dead. My funeral will be held on 24th Dec 2005, at 10.00am. Don't be late.


We stand before the nightmare of the coming war, on the rise of the hill overlooking the Battlefield of Semester 5. We look to the future of freedom and war, we look to our future along this Beam we stand. The rising sun cast a shadow upon the battlefield. It shall be filled with blood, we shall be bathed with blood, and we shall share the blood that flows through us.

We have come far together, my men, my friends. And we still have far to go. The horizon lies before us as the unexplored frontier, but before the freedom just beyond our reach is this battlefield, is this war that we must win. This is our last battle together, my friends, we part soon after that.

But still, will you ride with me?

For now, we stand together as a batch glorified, the flag of M2/03 rise high above us, and we shall ride into battle with the spirit of M2/03 in us. No matter the outcome of the battle, no matter which path we have chosen, when the spirit of M2/03 calls, we shall answer that call. My men, this is the day, the beginning of the great War ahead. This is our last stronghold, we will build our fortress here. On this rise, with the sun rising on our future, we will prepare for the battle to come.

Are you with me?!!!

And when the time comes, we shall ride like there is no tomorrow. We shall rush upon the enemies like the waves upon the beach, and we shall conquer all and rise to triumph as we always will. As long as we stand together, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, we will ride to victory. For as we walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, we shall fear no evil, as the Lord is with us.

My men, prepare thyself, and prepare thy soul. The End has just begun.

No one can predict the future.
There are no guarantees.
- Rinoa Heartilly, Final Fantasy VIII

We passed by on 2:46 PM |

Road paved on 6:25 PM |

What is Art?

According to Tan Hai Liang during a debate, Reality Shows on TV is an ART to be appreciated and is able to bring out the intelligence in the viewers.

Interesting…

Today, I’m going to talk about art in a few sense.

1. Poetry as Art
IMU Annual Art Competition came and went and I am RM175 richer. I sent in 4 poems, 3 got shortlisted, but I only get prize for one. Since Gongster put up her winning poem, I'm going to outdo her by putting up all three of my shortlisted poems.

Richard: DONNIT!!!

My blog, I want cannot ah. Those not interested can scroll down for the next part of post.

The winning poem:

THE EMPTY CANVAS
I stood upon the empty canvas
watching the lone artist
painter of colour, maestro of the spectrum,
creator of life, paint away.
Stroke upon stroke,
Pink upon yellow,
Blue with a single ray of gold,
the painter paints the dawn.
I stood upon the hill glowing red
watching him paint the afternoon
pale green darkens to lovely emerald,
amber splashes across the fields,
white lambs on pale sky blue
Evening falls and he paints them too,
muted grey for foggy streets,
shiny yellow of comfort fire,
sprays of colours for neon lights.
And as darkness soon claims the land,
he splatters silver upon black,
pale blue on the shadows,
indigo at the horizon.
And when the day again began,
I once again stood upon the empty canvas.

This one is done in 3 minutes:

THE ARTIST
The Artist paints with vigorous strokes,
Splashes of red,
Showers of pink,
Dots of yellow,
Sprinkles of green,
Dashes of purple,
Burst of blue.
Then His rival comes and pours out black.
We wonder why the Artist that created life,
Would allow such damage to His art.
But He smiles and picks up His brush,
And washes away the black
With white.

And this one got its idea from a book:

A COLORFUL SYMPHONY
I leave Reality on a single path
Walking beside Dream,
He leads me into a silent wood,
And across a silent stream.

I step through layers of sunset red,
Before me lie a marvelous sight,
An orchestra range in an enormous arc
Spreading forever to my left and right.

Violins, cellos move in great waves,
Tubas, trumpets, horns play as one,
But listen as hard as I wish I could
I hear nothing, not a single sound.

“They play the sunset,” says Dream,
“Watch.” as the flutes give a thrill,
Layers of gold, crimson, purple, pink
Pile themselves upon a hill.

Color fades from the western sky,
Slowly the instruments stop and sway,
Until the bass fiddles of somber tone
Remain to play the night away.

I watch silver bells brighten the stars,
When a fancy took me by the heart,
One by one as the hours march past,
I decide - for a little while - to conduct.

I stand on the high podium poised,
Then slowly wave my fingers once,
The musicians turn to me as one,
Their colorful eyes begin to dance.

A single piccolo plays a single note
And yellow streak crosses the sky,
Two more pipe and a flute join in,
Three more rays above me fly.

With both hands now I sweep them wide
And watch as all musicians play,
The cellos make the hills glow red
And the violas melt darkness away.

I lead the violins in a serenade
Of pale green grass and emerald spring,
Trumpets blare out the cerulean sea,
Warm yellow glow the oboes fling.

Trombones puff out clean white clouds,
The tubas tint them grey,
Shimmering harps play the silver rain,
Drums for a lightning display.

Soft muted tones of foggy streets,
With rhythmic beats of neon lights,
The clarinets tinkled a beautiful rainbow
To my wonder and utmost delight.

Parades and fireworks the orchestra plays,
From lavender to rich magenta red,
Gust of bassoons, blasts of horns, orange
And chartreuse comes to head.

Exhausted I drop my hands to my side,
And the concerto slowly fades,
Bass fiddles carry on as colors wilt,
Darkness again claims the glade.

My vision tingles with beauty unfold,
As silver bells light the sky with stars,
A shooting star flew across the sky,
Serenaded by a solo guitar.

“What a colorful symphony,” says Dream,
I bow to his applause of awe.
I have conducted the colors of the wind,
With it my spirit do soar.

I, maestro of color, director of spectrum,
Returns to Reality with a yawn,
I curl up upon the music of tomorrow,
Eagerly awaiting dawn.

So there. I never expected them to be shortlisted, so I was never prepared for the news of having to choose one and recite them. RECITE!!! I don't recite poems!! I write poems. I can't recite for nuts. Poets don't recite their poems. You don't see William Shakespeare strutting around reciting his poems all over the place. You don't expect Alfred Tennyson to stand on a stage and recite: The Eagle. John Mansfield did not parade around booming, To The Sea… Maybe you'll see Lord Byron read his poems to all his concubines, but you don't usually see poets reciting their own poems. And certainly not me.

But RM100 (first prize) looks really tempting when you have Abarat 2, Dark Towers, Garth Nix and tons more to buy. So I decided to take my chances to just read out my poem. Afterall, if the worst happens and I embarrass myself, I still get RM25 (not bad wat).

And to my horror, on that day, almost everyone had props. Jo En had music accompaniment, KR put on this whole show of angst and paint, even Agong has a prop of cloth (which I don't really get).

So I went up there. "The name's Elena and I don't have any props. This table is just a place for me to put my paper." And I began. And I ended, with the sun just nicely coming up and shining on me. What a great day...

The judge was commenting on my poems non-stop. When I went up to get my prize (I won first, duh) the judge told me: I like your poems, especially the part of having no props.

*grinning to myself as I walked down the stage* It feels good.

And I sent in 2 photos on a quick whim. And it won a Consolation and 3rd prize. Hehe... so happy.

2. Books as Art
And with that money + RM50 book voucher, I've decided to get:
1. Dark Tower Series 6: Song of Susannah by Stephen King
2. Abarat 2: Days of Magic, Nights of War by Clive Barker
3. The Elder Gods 2: The Treasured Ones by David Eddings
4. The Book of Atrix Wolfe by Patricia A. McKillip
5. Crestomanci: Conrad's Fate by Diana Wynne Jones
6. The Abhorsen Trilogy by Garth Nix
I'm a happy kid, indulging in art.

And I’ve finally gotten back a book that I bought back in Form 1 (1997), and never held it again after 2 weeks until today. Most of my ex-classmates should still remember the Red book titled: The Cult, The Triad and Inspector King.

Peter: Oh… the cult.
Elena: Don’t worry. It’s not a satanic cult.
Peter: Oh.
Elena: It’s a sex cult. (very matter-of-factly, like stating: It’s a car)

I could still remember many friends going bazooka over the book after reading the first 3 words: A half-naked Jacqueline… if not the first 3 words, it’s the first 2 paragraphs. When I got it back, I sat down to reread the whole book and realized how kid-dish we were last time, getting all excited over half-naked girls and not really well descripted sex scenes. And the plot is good, but the idea of delta state consciousness and universal being and strange chemicals that arouses the females, hahaha, I couldn’t help but laugh over it now. Well, certain scenes are pretty erotic to the imagination back then and now, but growing up makes us either desire more, or finding sex a very monotonous act.

But it’s interesting, the idea of adding chemical compounds together, put it into a capsule and inserted it into a female sex organs thru the vagina. The female has to be in a high arousal state before putting the capsule in as the blood would clot if not so. When the capsule is inserted, it will melt and enter the bloodstream where it would stay undetected. By using radiowaves of fixed frequency, you can control the arousal state of the female. Wonder if I can really do that, hehe.

By the way, Kamasutra is an art.


3. Porn movies as Art
I recruited Prasad as the star of my new upcoming porn movie and Yee Siong and Vasan as co-stars. My, a triple male cast in a porn movie. Interesting. Vasan was all eager for it. When I broke the news, I expected outcries (What's so bad about outcry?) and Vasan trying to whack me, but I did not expect Vasan starting to practice right on the spot.

Vasan (while seductively unbuttoning his shirt and suggestively fingering the top of his pants): Point sir.

*Shivers*

His take on it was that it would generate a lot alot of money with his good looks and Prasad's cuteness. Somehow I saw that coming. Ceh.

Which bring me to post about someone coming up to me with this conversation:
A: Elena, do you have any porn movies to lend me?
Elena: Umm... I don't think so. Can find for you tho. Full length or clips?
A: Anything.

It did not help with my cousin calling me the next day with:
Cousin: Elena, I need some porn movies for my social science assignment.
Elena: WHAT???
Cousin: I need heterosexual, homosexual, bestiality and necrophilia.
Elena: I'll try my best to find.

Suddenly, in just a week, I became the source of porn movies for my friends and cousins. What the hell... So I decided to try my luck with my friend in Australia. MSN conversation.
Elena: I need porn movies.
A: Sure. You can get from this website. (some asian website)
Elena: I don't like Japs.
A: My cousin has some of mine. You can get from him.
Elena: (cousin's name) in KL? No thank you, not going to bother going around finding for him.
A: Ok... no help then. Search on Limewire.
Elena: No full length movies.
A: Buy from pasar malam. Clips should be enough for you anway.
Elena: Oh, ok.

Noticed something? After the initial 'I need porn movies', there was no "WHAT?!!", no "WHAT THE HELL FOR!!!", no "SERIOUSLY". Just a direct "Sure". Frightens me abit. The conversation sounds like someone asking for porn is a simple thing, but then I am a girl, so that's what I find really strange. Do you guys really see me as a source of porn and me asking porn is normal??? But again, I don't mind having conversations like that with friends.

Like this one about Bible Black. (It’s strange that of all animes I’ve watched, I’ve never gone around watching this famous anime. Strange…)
Elena: Hey, ____ do you have bible black?
A: Sure. I’ll bring tomorrow. Why would you want a black bible?
Elena: No. Bible black, as in the hentai anime.
A: Oh… nope.
Elena: Damn.
A: But why Bible black? There are other animes like that. (shoots off a long list of anime)
Elena: But Bible Black plot interesting ma. About a book and strange powers.
A: True, true, but Bible Black abit too much right. With demons and all.
Elena: Not true. La blue girl also about cacat.
A: Yup… Bible Black got the best graphics tho. But sometimes the people too shiny.

And this conversation happened right in public. It was a normal conversation, like talking about a movie, except the movie happened to be about hentai.

Well, I finally downloaded the Gaiden and soon be getting the 6-episode series from my friend. And funnily, the plot held my interest more than the sex scenes themselves. It’s really intriguing plot, I can’t wait to download the following episodes to find out what happen next. Well, the sex scenes are quite okay. (There is nothing more monotonous than the act of sex). To quote a reviewer: “The genitalia are beautifully drawn”. Ah, I see.



And that ends my rattling on ART.

Before I sign off, I'm thinking of adding another poll and as usual... need a sample of 50 ppl. This time, I plan to include guys. It's under In-Flight Survey at the side-bar and don't forget to vote.

I was lead to make this poll by a friend and the need to prove my hypothesis to them. The hypothesis will come later as it may delude the results of the poll. A sample of 50 ppl is really easy to get, I think. So bring your friends along and contribute.

And till I receive 50 samples, I will not rest but continue to bug you guys forever. Mwahaha...

*raises goblet of champagne.* To art...

Be careful of forgetfulness. Your lucky color is... blue?
- Cait Sith, Final Fantasy VII

We passed by on 6:25 PM |

Road paved on 5:39 AM |

IMU Fucking Cup

That'll be cool right? Our own trophy in fucking IMU. Cool.

But that's beside the case. The word fucking here is used in context with things like, "You are fucking stupid", or "So-and-so fucking asshole", or "Fucking son of a bitch"... You know, like a filler when you are super super pissed off.

So there: IMU Fucking Cup.

As you guys would / would not have known, SEM 5 (that's my batch, yes, I'm in Sem 5) are organizing the IMU Cup. And only 2 things can possibly come out from it:

If we lose, we are just lousy.
If we win, we are playing dirty.

And if that's so, I would have just said, fuck off and get off our case. But NO!!! The problem here is we are playing it so clean this year, and yet there are some fucking idiots are making noise on how we are dealing with IMU Cup. They actually have the fucking nerve to accuse us for playing dirty. And this I say them, "Go eat shit and go to hell!!"

Fucking bastards!

There is this clear mentality between the junior batches and the pharmacists (can’t forget the pharmacists, they will accuse us for dissing them off) that SEM 5 always play dirty. And you know what? We are all damn regretting for not playing dirty against a bunch of ungrateful little imbeciles of junior. Fuckers.

Actually, we have been keeping both eyes close against all the accusations we have received. We decided that these accusations were fallacies and we will ignore it because our slate is clean.

Until some bastards took action against a girl in my batch and another someone blogged about and insulted my batch at the same time. That’s when we say we have enough! And having idiots supporting those comments, ridiculous.

So what exactly happened that led to this cascade of urinating of these damn idiotic anal canal? Well, this is an excerpt by the sports rep:

Semester 5 is supposed to play Pharmacy in the semifinals for the ping pong competition today. It was scheduled at 1100 but Min Tien said that they would prefer to postpone it because they have an examination (or some class test) at 1330. During the training session last Friday, I went off to bully Chow Tze Chow, who for some reason, offended his CMAC seniors again! So Shawn, Min Tien and Phaik Ling discussed it and decided that I should inform my batchmates, Shawn inform the Semester 5 students and Min Tien inform his pharmacy batchmates.
And as Murphy's Law clearly demonstrates, something goes wrong. Shawn couldn't contact the seniors and thought that one of us would be able to reach them. Everyone thought that the tasks were delegated already... So the semester 5 students came today and practiced in the morning, thinking that they have a match at 1100 instead of the postponed 1430.

So it’s not pharmacy fault or our fault. Maybe demanding a walkover for a delay of 3 hours is too much, but then those bastard pharmacy demanded a walkover for a delay of 15 minutes and got it, so fuck we are now at fault??? Pieces of shits. And we are supposed to treat them as equals when they treat us as trash??? Fuckers!!

But fine… so we decided not to play early and suddenly they demanded that we play right away. Our girls had already cool down by then and they had to warm up again. And when they told the pharmacy bastard that, he scolded her.

Oi!!! You tell me which gentleman will raise his voice against a vulnerable girl who is not at fault at all!!! It was supposed to be the singles match first and those bastard pharmacists even changed the sequence (against the rules) and now that fucking sterile donkey threatens a girl.

This is an excerpt from imucampus.com/forum by me:

Yup, of course it's bullshit, seeing a full grown pharmacist MAN, intimidating a girl. No gentleman ever raises his voice against a girl. But guess pharmacists are not meant to be gentlemen. Because you see, it's ok for pharmacists to walk over a doctor and a doctor can't do the same to the pharmacists.

To quote Rex van de Kamp: That's why the doctors get the girls.

Duh, that's because pharmacists are not gentlemen enough to know how to treat a girl.

I’m not going to make personal attacks, but read HERE and give your comments, please.

Skip all the way down to the part of "Pharmacy was the favourites to win the ping pong cup. They were clearly the strongest, best and most balanced team. Perhaps I can't understand but there was little doubt in most players' minds that (quoting a passerby during the "drama") Pharmacy sure trash Sem 5 one la. Why they making so much noise?"

That’s the final line I draw. Sem 5 sure trash Sem 4 one la in Female Futsal, why they(Sem4) making so much noise? (Sem 4 was late for their match and they demanded that we wait for them). And we did. This is what we call sportsmanship. Play on even if we are going to lose, demand victory where it is rightful ours.

And to be insulted by saying we do not stand a chance… well fuck off. Sem 5s do not stand a chance in basketball female against Pharm right? We still beat them. Sem 5s do not stand a chance in basketball male against Sem 4 right? We still beat them. Sem 4s do not stand a chance against Sem 5 in football, but we still let them play. Sem 4 do not stand a chance in cheerleading, but still we cheer them on right?

Fuck.

On the comment:

It's funny that normally people don't make that much noise about a simple
match reschedule. What was the reason for this outburst by Sem 5? The fact that
they were playing Pharmacy? Or the fact that they knew they were going to lose
to Pharmacy? Or the fact that just because they're Sem5 they can thump their
chest and demand whatever they want? Bullshit man....

And I’ve to answer that by saying: The reason for this outburst is that we have had enough!!! We have let ourselves be trampled. We have been accused for things we have not done, we have been pushed around and we say its time for this to stop!!! Schedules and rules are made to be followed (quoted by a pharmacy bastard) and we say aye to that. Sem 4 makes noise too when they knew they were going to lose to Sem 5, Pharmacy makes noise too when they knew they were going to lose to Sem 5, so why the double standard. Bullshit my fucking bullshit!!! I wish we have thumped our chest and demand whatever we want, and then I'll just yell, IN YOUR FACE, ASSHOLE!!!

Read about how else were we pushed around this IMU Cup reported by YeeP. Here are things that really pisses me off and to think most of it came from Sem3, the batch we were closest to as we orientated them.

1. We rigged Debate as the judges are "kawan Sheena".
Never mind that only 5pts are located to the winner and that Sem3 got 2nd too
and Sheena got 3rd.
2. We rigged Female Futsal,
purposely asking the referee to close eyes to our mistakes. Never mind
that half of the Uni is cheering for our opponent, never mind that almost
everyone is watching the match.
3. We rigged
Cheerleading as the judges are "kawan Yi Wei". Never mind that these
judges are professionals, never mind that lecturers are biased to Sem5 that's
why we did not want lecturers.
4. We will somehow win
the Cup by rigging Cheerleading. Never mind that we are 10 pts behind,
never mind that the only way we can win IMU Cup is when half of Sem3
cheerleading squad comes down with dysentry.
Never mind all that. Never mind that they have forgotten the seniors during M2/05 orientation, never mind that they have ignored the seniors, but what pisses me off is the gloating I have to handle from them when Sem 5 loses an event. Fucking shit that hit the fan, I wished that we have rigged the whole thing and fuck them off.

We have tried to make things more transperant by electing people from different batches to organize the different events, so any fault in those events are not solely Sem5's fault, yet those fucking idiots still push all blames to us. We have tried to make things as fair as possible and yet we are accused of rigging up the whole thing.

So says the fucking ignorants. And you know what? Fuck them la.

I can only say this much to the M2/04s. I've said it in imucampus.com/forum, and I'll say it here again:
Nothing good comes out from organizing IMU Cup.
If you lose, you're lousy,
If you win, you play dirty.

You M2/04 better take YP's advice, start digging your own grave now. *takes shovel away, gives them tractors* I'll come by with my TNT next year if you guys need help to dig a deeper hole.

Seriously. When your juniors start piling up accusations on you, you'll be glad for that hole you dug. When you are in Sem 5, the competition is between Sem 5 and non-Sem 5. And take my advice, forget about playing clean if you are desperate to win. If they are going to accuse you, at least take pride in doing whatever they are accusing you off.

And try to keep judges as internal judges. I know you can't get friends to come and judge you, lecturers are good. They always support the Sem 5s (that's the reason we do not want lecturer, instead we chose professionals, but never mind that), so having lecturers on judging panels for cheerleading will guarantee you a GOLD in the cheerleading event. Trust me.


And to the Pharmacists:
Pharmacists are cool people, sure. They can do whatever they want and when we doctors want to do whatever we want, they blame us for taking advantage over them. Super cool people.



Oh, before I log off, let's take a strange turn in events and tell you how I was supposed to be the Chief Adjudicator of IMU Cup Debate.

I know, many people said that we have Debate because we happened to have good debaters in our batch. So said the fucking dumbasses again. If we had wanted to win so badly, we would have set debate at 10pts instead of 5 and not put a team cap at all, that way, all of the teams that makes it to the finals are Sem5s.
Anyway, if i was the Chief Adjudicator, these would be some of the motions we would have debated:

*THBT = This House Believes That

KenRhee's motions:
THBT sports are not healthy.
THBT we can live without football.
THBT jeans are proper attire for med school.
THBT Malaysia should increase its sports standards.
THBT Malaysians are passive sportsmen.
THBT Grace should not join so many things. (She joined swimming, volleyball, tennis, debate, relay, track&field, etc.)

Grace's motions:
TH would go traditional.
TH would talk to patients over the phone.
TH would scrap PBLs.
THBT Elena cannot adjudicate the final round. (Duh!! Bcos Sem5 is in the final round)
THBT cheerleading makes people ditzy.

MY motions:
THBT Debate is not a Sport.
THBT Sem 5 must win IMU Cup. (This is truistic, undebatable)
THBT Exams should not be the main core of student assessment.
TH will remove End-Of-Semester 5.
TH will euthanise Htin Aung.
THBT football players are overpaid.
THBT patients lie.
THBT IMU fees are not justified.
THBT firewalls are unnecessary.
THBT winning is not everything. (It is the only thing)
THBT SRC is redundant.
THBT Pharmacy competing as a batch is unfair.
THBT Dr. Loh is gay.
THBT (insert name) is a lousy lecturer.
And my favourite: THBT JPA scholars do not deserve it.
Don't you wish I was the CA. Every round would have been a humour round.

It's now 4 more hours before cheerleading (the final event of IMU Cup) and IMU Cup to us never seemed so far away. At least we go down knowing that we played clean, unlike the batch before us who organized the Cup. At least we know that we went down with honour and dignity, even if some atrophied ovaries and testicles do not think so. But who the fucking care about what they said.

And if anyone who boos, I'll be there ready with my fist and metal rod. I'm in a very bad mood today. I am seeking for a fight and those who wants to taste my wrath and the wrath of my batchmates, you are welcome to.

I still love my batch, in my heart, M2/03s are the real champion, even if some fuck shits think otherwise... duh, because they are fuck shits, what would they know.

And to all those who thinks Sem 5 is unfair: FUCK OFF!!!

If you think you will lose, you really will lose.
So I'm trying not to think of losing.
But things sure aren't looking good....
- Lizard in Brass Castle (Harmonia Invasion, Chris IV), Suikoden III

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