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Saturday, August 30, 2008

Meeting the Best: MSA National Youth Championship

As said before in the previous post[s], I went for a tortured Scrabble Tournament. Which was rated. And which all the word freaks enter (excluding GheeK in this case).

Alright, so I woke up early (not) and went to my aunt's house so that she could send us to Berjaya Times Square. On the way.....I realised I wasn't wearing my other rubber band (orhtodontics). We reached the Square very early. Around 8.00....And, we decided to go and explore around first, before we got lost and there was completely no hope to register myself. We were probably the earliest to be there [excluding the cleaning ladies, Mr Henry and someone else I couldn't make out]. We just sat down somewhere until most of the players arrived. After registering myself and becoming a member of MSA (Malaysia Scrabble Association? Forgive the ambiguity of the info given as I'm not pretty sure myself.....) I felt a little lost. I mean, c'mon, there's not a soul in the place who knows I exist.....And, I'm just a FREAKING NEWBIE. Darn.

I didn't bother to see what time the tournament actually started since I was too nervous to get a spread of -400 or more. By the Grace of God it did not happen.....though it could always happen tomorrow. Besides, there were others I didn't play against yet. Ghee Ken, if you're reading this, it's neither Sean nor Scott I haven't gone against yet. Yes, I played against them....And that's something new for all you crazy people out there. Unfortunately, I wasn't lucky enough to have missing games. See, there were supposed to be many newbies who were playing. Unfortunately, ALL THE NEWBIES quit after the first round (except 1 or 2 who quit somewhere in the middle of the 2nd game and break). How nice of them to leave me alone!!!!! Geez, now all was left was a bunch of scrabble nuts and a lone newbie. Plus, there were only 2 girls among....erm...13 other guys.

There was one contradiction here though. I'm pretty sure most DJians would expect the Scrabblers to be "geeky" and never say a word to you if it doesn't lower your score or help them gain points in Scrabble. That's where most people get it wrong. Basically, they were just really freaky people who acted coolly. They didn't seem all that.....well....geeky...or nuts. Most tried to be cool....well, they don't need to be...geez...Honestly, most of them looked like those lalas or mentally-challenged people who take spraying cans and vandalise things. But, they're totally the opposite. But somehow, I just didn't feel bad or anything....it was as if they were celebrities [who play Scrabble professionally] and I was just hoping to get contacts with them.

Game 1
Not a very encouraging start. I was basically lost as I had no idea who Teo Wee Seong was. I think he was taking his bag or something....And why the heck am I recording this in my blog?!??!?!?! It's not even good!!!! Nevermind... I won't state the terrible moments here. I just know that the game ended with me getting a 239 and my opponent getting 425. It was nearly a -200 spread. -194. Stupid spread.

Game 2
This was against one of the newbies, Syazwan. The win itself wasn't even near encouraging. I only won by +137 (mine at 387 and his at 250). Adfgaofbsbfnmdsbfmsfkshuwr.

Game 3
Ching San Song. Great. Just great. I heard he's quite good......the unique thing in the game was the tiles. Unique...but unfortunately, not to my advantage. The tiles were blue....and VERY THIN. It was so hard to control the tiles and most of the time, they kept falling off the rack. And NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! There was a point in the game when I was beating him!!!! Until I was challenged, my word didn't exist, and he scored a Bingo. [You may insert vulgar words if you want here]. Luckily, there was also another point in the game in which I put "TEA" and I think that ended his dream of placing some gigantic word there. He heaved a loud "Haiya......" and that made me happy. Hey, at least he wouldn't put a stupid bingo and beat me by more points. In the end, I lost by 159 points, mine being 270 and his being 429. Glad it wasn't 200+. I think he was having a bad sore throat as his voice sounded quite high-pitched and hoarse.

Game 4
The very game Ghee Ken lusts for. A game with Sean Chung. [Chops off head]. Aw, c'mon, have some mercy for me!!! You want me to play against him in the FOURTH ROUND OF MY FIRST MAJOR TOURNAMENT?!?!? You're kidding. I braced myself from losing by 400+ points and was surprised by a loss of a mere 156 points. Mine was 253 while his was 409. Not THAT bad, considering some circumstances. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I now have a picture of me on the Internet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY TOOK PICTURES OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BREAK
Ate fried rice, which I didn't finish, since my teeth were STILL ACHING. Drank some funny watermelon + vegetable drink. Lunch was over at 1.45 PM. When I got back to the tournament, I got the worst shock of my life.......

GAME 5
Up against Ong Suanne. This must be my lucky day [spot the sarcasm]. Well, at least she's really friendly. But really.....that's because she can relax. She IS the best here. But, oddly, she said she lost to 2 guys....I think they're quite young guys....either my age or younger....? William Kang and Ker Jen Ho. Ouch. Well, at least that means she beat Scott in the 2nd round. Back to the game. It started off quite badly.....for both parties. I unconsciously put "WA". And of course it didn't exist. However, Suanne forgot to challenge my word and only remembered it just before she put her tiles down. It was quite embarassing especially when I realised the error. This game was pretty scary, since I totally miscalcuted something which caused the whole marking system to be increased by 102 points. Thank goodness it was an error. Otherwise I would be losing by 445 points. Gee, you do the maths yourself (Suanne's marks were 586 and mine was 243). I'm glad she was really friendly....it kind of cushioned the stress a bit.

Game 6
This game was kind of dramatic.....I rushed to the toilet and arrived late. I could see my current opponent, Bryan Lai Tong Yin, waiting anxiously for the game. Well....I wouldn't blame him....he was a fortunate chap who had a few "missing games" before this, all because of the lack of opponents. I WANT MISSING GAMES!!!!!! He reminded me of a mix of Mr Abel, Mark (swimming) and Nigel Teh. Gee, one's a genius, another's the 2nd fastest swimmer in M'sia and one's the Head Librarian of DJ. This guy represents the "Scrabble-playing category". Noooooooo!!!!! There was point in the game where I was winning....until he scored 2 bingos right at the end [RESTALL and GROINED]!!! NONONONONONO!!! I almost had a rebound too.....the letter "S" in my word QUADS had covered RESTALLS and my word went over the triple word score. I had 62 points for that......But then....he managed GROINED. Forget it....after all, I didn't expect much....but it's kind of depressing when you get trashed at the last minute....JUST like the interschool games......and that was 20+ and 30+ points...DARN. I ended up getting a -60 spread. 343 vs 403. So close, yet so far. At least he DID loosen up a bit at the end of the game and at least talked about it. I was said to "be able to read his mind". I wish. Wherever he wanted to place his tiles, I placed mine there before him. I guessed it was the case when he started talking to his friend (my 1st opponent) about something like that. Well, luckily it was that way, otherwise.......well...I don't want to talk about it.....

Game 7
Brian Lim Daqing. Gjhadfjsdfjdfns. Reminds me of another Mark (my 1-year-older-than-me uncle). [Gee, this people DO make their MARK in a competition.....haha]. CRAZY. OPPONENT. Though it was quite amusing how Ganesh (helping out in organising) pronounced Daqing as Ducking. I learnt a new word here....(YRNEH [unit of reciprocal inductance], opposite of HENRY [unit of inductance]. I expected a terrible -400 spread here too. It was fortunate that it's only -272 (241 vs 513).

Game 8
Ker Jen Ho.
"It's OK, he's a nice guy" -Mr Henry-
*Ahem* He's 13, been into competitive Scrabble about 5 years ago and he just beat Ong Suanne. Wow. He IS nice. He's score against me? 555. My score? 236. And the dreaded spread=-319. Yep, he's nice. Lasfgaslfhsadfa.

Game 9 OVER
Ghee Ken would kill to get this game too. Horrible. I don't want to recall this game. It's the worst game ever. SCOTT CHUNG!!!!!!!!! He not only LOOKED like my cuz, he SOUNDS and TALKS like my cuz and PLAYS like my cuz. I kept putting out non-existing words. The worst was that there was a part in the game when I put out WA AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STUPID!!! I THOUGHT I PUT OUT "WAN".....and there was another word....I wanted to put TA and HA but UNfortunately, I failed to notice there was an "E" behind "H" causing the freaking word to become "AHE" instead of "AH". DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMN. Somehow or another, he teased me for putting the same word again (WA). How the heck did he know??? Great, now there area BUSYBODIES??? WORST THING WAS THAT ALMOST ALL MY WORDS DURING THIS FREAK GAME WERE NON-EXISTENT. I must have lost concentration by concentrating mostly on "ohohohthisisthelastgamebeforeIcangoback" thoughts. I lost by a whopping 373 points. He almost touched 600 points. It was a hopeless 596 vs 223. At the end of the game, when we were rearranging the tiles on the rack 10 x 10, we found an extra tile. So, we went through all the trouble to recheck every letter, A-Z. And wow....all the letters were correct and there were no extra or missing letters. "That's strange", something my cuz would say often came out through his mouth. Say, do they KNOW each other?? And no, GheeK, there wasn't any topics about nuts here. Oh shoot....I forgot to discuss about Kelly XP

At night, I went in to ISC for a while and almost immediately, someone called "inkspell" wanted to match me. I was thinking....how can he/she look at who's online and match that person so fast? Ker Jen Ho was online that time too and greeted me. That reminded me of today, so nevermind, I'll just see how I'll play and ask for opinions on how to improve. Game over and yea, I lost.

-30 August 08-

Normally, when you're losing badly in a tournament and know you have no chance of getting anything, you'd just quit. But, unusually, this wasn't the case for me. Bring me to a swimming competition and I'd quit right after the first game. But hey, like I said before, they were like celebrities, so I HAD to go.....for the fun of it. It's nice to know you're in the presence of someone better than you....considering it's something you like.

Back to the games.

Game 10
Against Jagan Narayanan. It was terrible again but luckily I improved a little from yesterday and lost by 167 points (315 against 482). Worst thing was that EXECT doesn't exist. That was Jagan's last word before I finished off with GRAIL. And dammit, I thought EXECT existed too. I didn't challenge that freaking 68-point word, when it could have save me my pitiful spread. Well, at LEAST he apologized for that word (Yay!). Then, I asked him for his ISC handle and well, what do you know? He promptly said he played against me last night. Which could only mean he's Inkspell. When asked from where he got that info from, he just said he heard it. Is my voice THAT loud???? Both of us were, if I'm not mistaken, the fastest to finsh, so we waited in front of the computer anxiously. Then, William Kang came over after his game ended and asked Jagan, "What word can you form with the anagram GHIIILNS ?".
"I don't know. I can't come up with any."
"SHILINGI".

And that word DOES exist.

Game 11
Against my first opponent again. This time was much worse than the first. I lost by 207 points and his score was 589. Calculate my score. EDEN doesn't exist WTH.

Games 12-14
YAY!!! I was free this whole time. I spent most of my time in front of the computer learning new words with Mr Henry. Since I was having bonus round, I went out for lunch early. I'm not sure how many rounds there were here, because it felt like 2 rounds. If it's true, that means we actually played 16 games?!?!??! I was having quite alot of fun here. It was getting a little more exciting here since at this time when players were getting high, all sorts of funny words and challenges came up. Scott actually challenged William Kang's GROPE. Mr Henry was laughing at that time and he was like, "What sort of challenge is that? Challenge something that's worth challenging la [eligible to be used since it's in the Scrabble dictionary =P]!!". I'm not sure if the challenge was some kind of fake joke...I thought I saw him stick out his tongue and grinning....??....haha. Then, there were some creative ones like Khoo Beng Way's TAGTEAM, which didn't exist....or like Ker Jen Ho's ALIKENS, also a non-existent word. There was also NATIVED (X), from another game between Scott and.....forgot who. Then there was LATEXING (X) from......err.....Teo Wee Seong and Bryan Lai, I think. Henry said they could have put EXALTING. I think there was also TOONILY from Beng Way, and after a few stubborn tries of the same set of letters, ended up with SNOOTILY (accepted). Lol.

Halfway before the 14th game, Bryan approached Henry and asked to be put into Intermediate category for next week's competition instead of Masters and requested for a drop in rating. "If I enter the Masters next week, I'm gonna die!!". Now THAT was funny. Henry then said see how he does in this competition. Apart from that, he was also "jealous of my bonus rounds" and Henry said "Lose in this round!!". LOL. After that, he was playing the Zyzzyva anagram quiz that time when suddenly, this funny anagram came out: "GILOOONY". Beng Way so happen to come behind him and asked, "What sort of word is THAT?". The funny answer from the computer? (Mr Henry got this wrong). OINOLOGY.

"Is there such a word??"
"Yes la. Oink oink oink."
"You're damn lame wei!!"
"You're lamer. You almost bought it."

Haha. And whoever thought Scrabblers were lame people? I'm pretty sure they think they're quite cool......

More drama was added when Ong Suanne kept playing against Ker Jen Ho, who kept on beating her. In the last game which was about to come, her 4th round against Jen Ho, the winner would determine the winner of the competition.

Game 15
Bryan lost to............no, not me............. Teo Wee Seong in his 3rd round against him (he won in the 2 rounds against him), I had to play while he got the bonus round. Play against who? (I'm not looking forward to meeting Wee Seong again....it's scary).

Brian Lim.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I sat down and nearly died. I didn't want to play against him in the last round, especially when I lost by 272 with him the first time.

"I'd rather lose by a 150 spread", I said honestly to him.
"It's ok. If I'm here playing with you, it means we're the same standard".

How nice. I wish. REALLY!!! But dammit. I was leading half the game unTIL I got challenged for putting up EP (darn, I just realised the mistake after writing it down on my paper!!!). Great. I lost a turn and during the next turn, I totally lost it when he made OTARIES. OK, not lost it in the sense that I start going hysterical and start laughing, but you know....hysterical...I'm proud to say I improved. [Inserts hysterical behaviour here]. I lost by 148 (260 against 408). If this was any normal game among DJians, I'd kill myself [no, not literally!!!!]. But well, at least the game was worth it because I did NOT lose by more than a 150 spread (HALLELUJAH!!!).

The drama ended when Suanne took the crown again. Bryan said she scored a last-minute bingo to win the game. Well, he was walking around anyway.

It all ended well.....kind of....
1. Ong Suanne
2. Khoo Beng Way (he rose above Jen Ho in his final win against William Kang).
3. Ker Jen Ho (lost to Suanne at last)
4. I think it's Sean. I'm not sure and will recheck with the websites....
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.
.
. RECONFIRM LATER
11. Scott Chung
12/13. Brian? (LOL)
12/13. Wee Seong?
14. Bryan (LOL)
15. Me
16. Shazwan (vanished)

It didn't really matter whether I got last or anything. I was just happy to meet Malaysia's top Scrabblers face to face and say something to them.

This is something to think about (Thanks HJ) :
"Losing is a part of life, and life is a part of time. If you lose, you'll have the time of your life!!" =D



Here's some snaps of all the players:


Playground


From left: William Kang, Bryan Lai, Mr Henry

Dr Adele Tan, Suanne's mother

Facing the camera is Ker Jen Ho


Ong Suanne
Chang Ching Wei


Teo Wee Seong

William Kang

Khoo Beng Way

Sean Chung

Bryan Lai

Scott Chung

Brian Lim

Ching San Song

Ramaraj

Jagan

Alvin Lau

Trophies

-Independence Day-

-Memories kept in Local Disk (D:) and will be saved forever-

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Friday, August 29, 2008

The Nuts

Brought the crazy list to school. Everybody was staring at me whenever I read it. Even those who rarely talk to me gather around the paper and "interview" me about that mysterious paper. Scribbles fill the whole page and highlighters pinpointed those strange 3-figured things. The UFO-like paper caught the attention of the inquisitive teenagers who were within the vicinity of it. Then, the innocent teens ask, "What is that thing??". An essay comes out of my mouth as I explain the ancient and misunderstood origin of it, how it came to be. Next thing you know, you'd be calling me an alien. And that's what happened in school today.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd.....these are the nuts I might be playing with tomorrow.....
Ramaraj Sundraraj
Jagan Narayanan
Ker Jen Ho
Khoo Beng Way
Vijayaraj Mahendraraj
William Kang
Chang Ching Wei
Bryan Lai
Ong Suanne
Alvin Lau
Brian Lim
Ching San Song
Badrishah Izwan
Sean Chung
Scott Chung

There are still other nuts but I think these are the worst nuts of all times.

Let's just hope I see some Wild Grannies in Berjaya Times Square to cheer me up. Speaking of that...........can I have a few supporters there???? PLEASE??? With lots of icing, chocolate and cherries on top???

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Secret Tribe of Wild Grannies

Location: Caves in Flores, Indonesia
Description: No. They're not those grannies, the ones you call grandma or something like that. They aren't nomads or "wild" either. They're just a funny name given by us funny Asians. They are born the size of Barbie dolls and grow to half a normal human's height.
Locally known as: Ebu Gogo (which means Granny Flesheater)
Universally known as: The Hobbit

If you were pondering about the credibility of all the crap above, the answer is: Yes, these Wild Grannies DO exist. Or rather, existED. Scientists dismissed reports about them as sightings of monkeys and pointed out that no granny artifacts had been found. I suppose they were expecting partially fossilised knitting patterns.


I went for braces tightening today. Gee, it was horribly terrible like vegetables. I didn't even eat for recess because my mouth was excruciatingly painful. The crazy 4.8mm-thick rubber bands were pulling my teeth back aLOT. Even talking was hard!!! I had not-so-fluorescent orange for the lower jaw and a mix of lime green and strawberry-like red. OUCH!

Credibility of short stories below have not been confirmed. Please read with care and do not draw up conclusions of your own unless further investigations have been made.

Please note that the following story is quite long and you might fall asleep halfway through.

One day, I found a female scorpion on the wall, wearing what at first glance appeared to be a pale fawn fur coat. Closer inspection proved that this strange garment was made up of a mass of tiny babies clinging to the mother's back. I was enraptured by this family, and I made up my mind to smuggle them into the house and up to my bedroom so that I might keep them and watch them grow up. With infinite care I manouvred the mother and her family into the matchbox, and then hurried to the villa. It was rather infortunate that just as I entered the door lunch should be served; however, I placed the matchbox carefully on the mantelpiece of the living room, so that the scorpions could get plenty of air, and made my way to the dining-room and joined the family for the meal. Dawdling over my food, feeding Roger surreptitiously under the table and listening to the family arguing, I completely forgot about my exciting new captures. At last, Larry, having finished, fetched the cigarettes from the drawing-room, and lying back in his chair he put one in his mouth and picked up the matchbox he had brought. Oblivious of my impending doom I watched him interestedly as, still talking glibly, he opened the matchbox.


Now I maintain to the day that the female scorpion meant no harm. She was agitated and a trifle annoyed at being shut up in a matchbox for so long, and so she seized the first opportunity to escape. She hoisted herself out of the box with great rapidity, her babies clinging on desperately, and scuttled on to the back of Larry's hand. There, not quite certain what to do next, she paused, her sting curved up at the ready. Larry, feeling the movement of her claws, glanced down to see what it was, and from that moment things got increasingly confused.


He uttered a roar of fright that made Lugaretzia drop a plate and brought Roger out from beneath the table, barking wildly. With a flick of his hand, he sent the unfortunate scorpion flying down the table, and she landed midway between Margo and Leslie, scattering babies like confetti as she thumped on the cloth. Thoroughly enraged at this treatment, the creature sped towards Leslie, her sting quivering with emotion. Leslie leapt to his feet, overturning his chair, and flicked out desperately with his napking, sending the scorpion rolling across the cloth towards Margo, who promptly let out a scream that any railway engine would have been proud to produce. Mother, completely bewildered by this sudden and rapid change from peace to chaos, put on her glasses and peered down the table to see what was causing the pandemonium, and at that moment Margo, in a vain attempt to stop the scorpion's advance, hurled a glass of water at it. The shower missed the animal completely, but successfully drenched Mother, who, not being able to stand cold water, promptly lost her breath and sat gasping at the other end of the table, unable even to protest. The scorpion had now gone to ground under Leslie's plate, while her babies swarmed wildly all over the table. Roger, mystified by the panic, but determined to do his share, ran round and round the room, barking hysterically.

"It's that bloody boy again..." bellowed Larry.

"Look out! Look out! They're coming!" screamed Margo.

"All we need is a book," roared Leslie, "don't panic, hit 'em with a book."

"What one earth's the matter with you all?" Mother kept imploring, mopping her glasses.

"It's that bloody boy......he'll kill the lot of us....Look at the table....knee-deep in scorpions....

"Quick.....quick.......do something....Look out, Look out!!!"

"Stop screeching and get a book, for God's sake....you're worse than the dog...Shut up, Roger...."

"By the Grace of God I wasn't bitten...."

"Look out....there's another one....Quick...quick...."

"Oh shut up and get me a book or something...."

"But how did the scorpions get on the table, dear?"

"That bloody boy.....Every matchbox in the house is a deathtrap...."

"Look out, it's coming towards me....Quick, quick do something...."

"Hit it with your knife....your knife.....Go on, hit it...."

Since no one had bother to explain things to him, Roger was under the mistaken impression that the family was being attacked, and that it was his duty to defend them. As Lugaretzia was the only stranger in the room, he came to the logical conclusion that she must be the responsible party, so he bit her in the ankle. This did not help matters very much............[unwritten continuation].

Well, by now, you would have probably guessed why I gave this post such an interesting title. The posts right now might bore you to death but at least there's something to laugh about.

I now change the topic to blogs itself. I keep pondering over the question : "Why do people keep their blog when it's dead?" or "Why even BOTHER having a blog if you NEVER update?". That seems ridiculously stupid but hey, just because everyone's having a blog, you want a blog too. That's just not right. I mean, I keep track of my blog because I found out that I might be having a busy year ahead (2008. It was 2007 when I created this blog). And wow, true enough, a busy year awaits. At least I keep track of my memory. I don't write emotional posts meant for making myself cry in the future, unlike those Korean and Japanese drama =P Sorry, no offense to those who regularly watch those dramas.

And another thing......I just can't help noticing why everyone is so hyped about putting their photos on the internet. I mean, not that I despise people like that or anything.....it's just that when most people take pictures of themsleves.....I can't help wondering why they enlarge their eyes.....It makes people seem ghostly and they look like they urgently need a killing spree. I understand that everyone knows that "bigger eyes make you look cuter...." or whatever crap like that. But really, bulging out your eyes in every self-picture is a bit too scary......I either hide myself under the blanket whenever I see someone exercising that or I just burst out in my trademark hysterical laughter, which isn't a pretty sight....Back to the point.....bulging out your eyes is bad for.....erm....health?? It makes you look either like a psychotic maniac who just escaped from prison or some funny indication on how shallow and meaningless eyes are.

Next, what is WRONG with puppets?!?!??! I just seem to fear them day by day......especially after that stupid tag on finding the pictures on google....I hate puppets......especially ventriloquist dolls. Everytime I see one, my brain freezes and panic alarm goes off. Next thing you know, I'll be up a tree already........

And who knows??? Maybe I can see some Wild Grannies!!!!!!!

Yay Wild Grannies!!!!!!

Oh hey, maybe we can name our cheerleading team Wild Grannies!!! Like, Wild Cats??? Wild Grannies have a tinge of humour in it!!!! So, why not???

Let us have a moment of peace as we rethink the consequences of renaming our Dynamitez to become Wild Grannies. I wouldn't want to think of those healthy, young cheerleaders as the Secret Tribe of Wild Grannies....

Darn it....there are 95 pages full of 7-letter words....

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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Vio Go Pro

I didn't go to school today thanks to my violin exam.

Finally!!!! The day I've been for [to be over]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No more violin!!!!!!!!!! [Until I start diploma]


Gee....It's so contradictory. Now, I got to concentrate on that stupid thing I was signed up for......Darn it. Going against the best just stinks, especially when you're a newbie. Darn......all those nuts.

But yay. At least there's one thing less to do now.

Congratulations to Anwar on winning the by-elections held yesterday. Although it was already very obvious right from the beginning that Anwar was going to win, BN still went crazy and thought that they still had a chance. They finally figured out that democracy was really at work.

But I still don't get it!!! How come there's still a gigantic crowd of 15 thousand people who still want to vote for BN?!?!?!?!?!? Don't these people KNOW what's going on in our country?????? At the rate we're going, it's only right that 10 people would be voting for BN........






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Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Olympian Times

At last.

16 endearing days of the Beijing Olympic Games, and it has finally come to an end. After many days of nostalgy, joy, sadness and almost every feeling you've ever felt, a grand ceremony awaits. The end of one of the most anticipated games. Tears of sweet, glorious taste of victory and disappointment were shed, many records broken, and most of all, a great record of 7 gold medals lasting for 36 years has been broken.

After 20 years or so, we look back to this Olympic Games and we WILL remember the special moments this particular Games has to offer. From the unforgetable, unmistakeably Chinese way of portraying everything from the special lightings to the freedom of walking in without marching, from the number of records broken to the massive, technological infrastructures, from the colourful and cute little mascots to the astounding formations involving a large number of people and team effort, and last but not least, from the crazy fireworks "only the Chinese can do" (the interlocking Olympic Rings) to the great 51 gold medals achieved by China (surpassing the Americans with only 35++ medals).


Then, there's also China's 34th medal, the one won because of Lee Chong Wei's loss. The one everyone mourns about. The one that freaky Lin Dan alleged by disappointed Malaysians for "taking drugs" obtained. Who will forget this???

This is definitely the Games NOone will EVER forget.



"Oh sure, yeah, we'll remember the stupid moments whereby the MALAYSIAN TV centre or something like that just cuts off the reception and start showing stupid advertisement no one sees. It's a total waste of the people's money!!!! And a total waste of a few precious moments. If we were to rate which country had the craziest reception, we'd all give our full support to Malaysia."
-Annoyed people-

We also had our Choir Competition today. I didn't bring my camera along but I sure got enough experience to say that DJ looked quite bad among the.....err.....OTHERS. Others meaning freak school I don't ever want to see again like Seafield. The commentator was just saying that they got first in some choral speaking competition recently, don't know if it's the same one Balau joined. And boy, when they sing, your hair just stands up and a chill runs up your spine. The music, haunting, daunting, and enchantingly musical had us all praying hard...praying in vain. We know what we saw. We saw a champion singing. Couldn't deny it. When they started their first line, everyone started cheering already.....and honestly, I actually shivered when I heard them. Geez, co-curriculum freaks. The song they sang was the song they prepared for the Choral Festival masterclass, which is UNfair.

After the competition, Melissa and I "interviewed" Lim Wei Le, a long lost ballet friend of mine. [Please do not question me about anything to do with ballet, thanks]. They was actually 45 people in Seafield's choir, but it sounded like a hundred people were singing. So, we questioned her on how they got so many people in their choir. Her answer was pretty surprising--and creative!!! The teachers there sure have a way with creativity and working smart.

Congratulations, Seafield, for winning the Choir Competition [and many others as well].
Though DJ's Harmonix (Morning Choir) is far better and still has room for improvement.

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