Not Dead

Nothing like getting spammed to spur you into pushing an update. I will try to find the time to, I promise. Okay, I will try harder.

On that note, this blog's layout is ugly.
What the hell was I thinking wei?

Allow me to digress..

and to procrastinate (I have a 40-page report due tomorrow at 1pm and I haven't done heck).

I found this while I was digging through the mounds of notes my 7months in INTAN has allowed me to accumulate ( I was supposed to be looking for my Research Methodology notes. I get distracted very easily, as you can very well see). It was the sketches of an article draft I was supposed to do for our magazine editorial. We just won the debate competition (more on this later, maybe) and Mr. Editor who was also on the debate team asked me to pen something about it. This was what I wrote:

The day we won the debate competition was indeed a day full of surprises. For one, the very fact that we even won it was an unsuspected ____ (encountered a writer's block despite the brilliant start. Asked the rest of the team to help out but they were rubbish so I restarted.)

We had one motto going into the competition, with due respect to the opponents, we held fast to our totem; "it's okay to lose as long as you do it with style". The win was an unexpected. Heck, even the preliminary win was a huge surprise. We were so unready for the finals that until we sat down on (sic) our seats on the stage (for the finals), only then that Un and I realized we had the motion wrong. But true to the spirit of the Sidang (which was strong within us) we decided to do what we have been doing the whole time; we decided to wing it. I doubt Shemi even realized anything was amiss, as usual he was too caught up with himself. What I remembered most from the competition was how vastly entertaining the audience was. One time, I only had just finished the salutations but the applause was befitting me curing cancer. I love the actions that was going on in the seats. I was sure I could see the VIPs themselves suppressing a smile or two as well. Even the hecklers was lovable. This whole essay as you can tell is about me, me, me, me, me, me and me!

I lost interest at this point and reevaluated sending any article at all for the Editorial. But 5 minutes later I got bored with whatever lecture that was going on in class and decided to give it another go.

Facts about the Debate Competition ppl don't know.

1. Shemi has photographic memory so in essence we cheated. Cause we brought wiki.
2. 2 out of every 5 facts we presented were totally fabricated.
3. It was the battle of the giants (school-wise) MCKK in one corner, SAS in the other. STF backing Koleq just for fun.
4. It was colder on the stage than anyone could every imagine.
5. Everytime we raised our hands for POI, we had only 50% of an idea of what to say. We lie best under pressure.
6. It has been collectively 25 years since any of us last debated.
7. We felt the topic was grossly unfair to us. But since we won anyway, it just shows that we're that good.
8. We overestimated our opponents. We thought they'd be much better. Apparently, they suck.

As you can tell, I wasn't being serious. Can you tell? Well, I wasn't serious. I was joking. My ego is not that huge. Am not that obnoxious. But I gave Un/Mr. Editor the draft anyway for a look-see and he made some notations:

Un's 2cents: no. 2 - don't mention, tukar lain

no. 8 - play nice dude, tone down

add-ons:

-Un had difficulties to listen to any of the POI from fellow oppenents because Neila and Shemi can't stop talking from both sides of his ears.

-at the back of the hall, we sang Mariah Carey's I can make it through the rain (while we were waiting for the VIPs to arrive).

Good times.

Oh Lord. I miss my friends at the DPA like you can't imagine. Choi. Back to work now. Sigh.

Blood, Guts and Gore.. it must be Eid!

So it's been a while. My apologies but I can't really be blamed for having a life now, can I? Ahem. So, in case you're wondering (which you probably aren't), I am alive and well and having the best time of my retarded life. Yay. Will dish out details as soon as I get to leave the antiCreativity-Vortex that is INTAN. Seriously, if there's any place on earth that could suck out all your individuality and creativity, it's this place. Guess, it's not that big of a surprise seeing how it is here that mindless government drones are bred and trained every miserable day. But I digress..

It was Eid al Adha and I got to go back for a while. I wanted to post all the really gruesome pictures but I really don't want to offend any of my 3 readers. So, behold the PG pictures..

That person with the white serban and black wellies is the SlaughterMeister extraordinare. This was the moment when Bull became Hamburger.

This was still twitching when it was plopped in front of me. Twitching! It wasn't even connected to the cow anymore. Come on.

These escaped the festivities. Count your blessings, goats!

Pictures are obviously not in sequence. Just a surrounding shot of the site of carnage before any carnage was occurred. People standing around trying to look like they know what they're doing.

Still PG right? Everyone grab a limb and work our way down from there. Bear Gryllis did a whole camel on his own.

Cousin and moi. Ahem. Yes, the headscarf was borrowed and only because it was the only one available. I forgot to bring any of my own. Shut up.

End result. Yummilicious squared. My arteries are still crying over the grease and fat intake from that day. Haha.

FIN.