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I don't know what to think anymore.

Inter-JC

Team A: First Runner's Up
Team B: Second Runner's Up

Owell.

Next year.

Trespass.

First I want to apologize to Huiwen and Lee Qi for the comment that I made during dinner. It was unsensitive, and when you pointed it out... Instead of apologizing and saying that I didn't mean it like that (i really don't) I just made it all worse by acting like a jerk.

To my friends out there, I want you to know that I really appreciate you all... even though I havn't been acting that way. I've been too caught up in myself, and sometimes I asshat around for no good reason except to get a laugh. If I've done that to you, I'm sorry.

I can't promise I will become a great person and not offend anyone ever after, but if it helps, I will have you know that I try, because I care for you people as friends.

(1: somehow this post sounds wrong... i can't get the last paragraph's meaning out properly. 2: this sounds like prefect electorial speech. 3: i think that's the reason.)

Torn

I felt this before.... I remember it pretty damned clearly... End of sec 3... you told me, and I was torn apart. It's happening again... and you aren't guilty this time.

Dang.

Freakshow

1 word: Wow.

I swear, when I can play like that, I'll be a man. Just watching them play gives me motivation to redouble my training efforts, and to never complain no matter how much physical pain I'm in. After all, the body's but the horse, yeah? (soz, inside jibe with cheng)

InterJC's in little more than a week's time... I can feel the butterflies everytime I think about it... I want to play, I want to win. I've never wanted something more than this before, and I'm willing to push myself to my limits to achieve it. I wonder how the team is feeling... probably at least as anxious and as motivated as me. We will do this, aren't nobody's gona stop us.

Go RJ Ultimate.

Red Riding Hood & The Five Dogs - Part I

This story begins with a pig and his wife, the world renowned Red Riding Hood. As all of us know, when she was little, she personally saw to the destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the terrifying werewolf, Remus Lupin. Oh shit.

Before I begin, however, I must talk a bit about the history of this story.

After Red Riding Hood's grand adventures when she was little, she retired as a story book character along with Remus, for entirely different reasons. Lupin because he died when the hunter killed him, and Red Riding Hood because she wanted to open a farm with her husband, who of course was the hunter.

However, there was to be no happily ever after for these two. As more children are growing up on a daily diet of new superheroes who want to look like they have balls and thus wear their underwears on the outside, the heroes of the past are slowly being forgotten. Sales of the books containing the legendary tales of these heroes, such as Rapunzel bringing down the dreaded Two Towers with her golden locks of hair, began to dwindle. Red Riding Hood could not stand such a sight. In the end, she came out and said,

"I shall save the industry and let the world know that we heroes of the past are not to be trifled with! The world has not heard the last of Red Riding Hood!"

And so at the tender age of 21, Red Riding Hood came out of retirement.

Her husband, however, was not ready to leave his couch. In between bites of Lays, he said,

"You little munch girl! Don't think crunch you can make your own decisions munch! I am definitely not gulp going on another one of those stupid crunch adventures again!"

At this turn of events, all the writers' hopes were crushed again. Whoever could write a book about Red Riding Hood without her trusty hunter?

Fortunately, the Fairy Godmother came to our rescue. With a swish of her wand, she changed the hunter into a pig so that Red Riding Hood could bring him anywhere without him complaining. As to why she chose to change him into a pig instead of something more obedient like a dog, nobody knows. Truly, Fairy Godmothers work in strange ways.

And so, with her pig at her side, pen in the writer's hand, Red Riding Hood set out on her journey with confidence, knowing that if the story is named after her, she cannot die.

To be continued...

Diary of a Project Work Teacher

Monday:
Ah damn I love mondays. This is the time when students are just back from weekends, when they do nothing but slack and play frisbee and forget to do my beloved PW.

Today was supposed to be the day when groups come up to present their GPPs in front of their classes so that their classmates can ask them questions to undermine their efforts and tensions rise and the whole class spirit gets destroyed. But this is what PW is all about because it mirrors the real world out there and tensions always rise in the working world and we must always try our best to keep our calm and work with all the people around us, and so the students must bear with it as well.

But the students told me that I did not tell them the presentation was on today. Bloody buggers. So I handsomely fired back a retort and said that PW is all about working on deadlines because it mirrors the real working world where your boss is always breathing down your neck, especially if you are his female secretary, and told them to give an impromptu presentation. But I shot all of their ideas down because I am too intelligent to comprehend any of them.

Tuesday
Today I totally demolished a group's GPP by saying that it was based loosely on assumptions.

Student leader who thinks he's damn smart: But sir, what assumptions did we make?

Me, The Overlord Supreme of all your As in project work which will guarantee your entry into NUS law faculty: I don't know, assumptions.

Student leader who does not think he's smart anymore: OMGWTFBBQ.

Me, The Lord Man King of whom the tennis girls worship: That's another grade down for swearing in front of my holy face.

You should have seen how his team mates demolished him after my demolition.

Wednesday
I did not have any lessons on today. Damn. But I did have consultation sessions, where more groups came up to me to have their ideas worked on by me. Today, this particular group came up to me and asked what they could do to improve on their project. Their GPP was 5 pages long, so I told them, "Good news! This is longer than the thesis I did at university, so I'm pretty sure that you have to give less money than me in order to get your A." before making my grand exit.

Thursday
Some overpowered group actually went ahead with their idea and are already doing their survey! This cannot do, because they are supposed to only start on their surveys and interviews during the June Holidays because only then can they fully suffer during their holidays along with the CT muggings! Curses! Fortunately, I had the ultimate solution in hand. During the consultation period, I went to that group and said, "Don't do surveys, it is not reliable."

"But Sir, what about the EoM? Isn't it supposed to be done with the surveys?"
"Oh you are doing a great job, don't worry about it."
"Then what do we use for the EoM?"

How persistent! I could not shrug this student off at all, but I cannot neglect the great job of the PW teacher, who is supposed to mirror the real working life during classes! So I told the student,

"I don't think your idea is good. It has too many loopholes and uses too many assumptions, and worst of all, you cannot conduct a survey with your project, and we all know how important surveys are in PW. Rework your idea and let me see it next week."

Friday
Today is happy day! I received my paycheck of SGD18000! Apparently I earn $1000 for every CANNOT to every group I say. Coincidentally, I mentor 18 groups. There must be a pattern somewhere but I cannot see it. I wonder what this means.

Toothaches and Number 77

Argh. My toothache is honestly killing me. I swear, wisdom teeth so should be called torture teeth... mine are now growing sideways and are threatening to own the rest of my teeth. A trip to the dentist is imminent, and I can't decide which is worse. Argh.

On the bright side, (melody plays Always Look on the Bright Side of Life) I got into Cat's team for frisbee. I am quite flattered by Cat's confidence in my abilities... I didn't really expect to be good enough to make it.

... Okay this is failing. I'm really not in the mood to write a post, and the past 5 lines that I managed to squeeze out don't even seem engaging, much less interesting. My jersey number is 77, so bye bye now.

The Key to MANLINESS

So I've been trying to do my japanese homework for the past 10 seconds and decided to give up on it because it's so damn repetitive and easy and I decided to pop by zk's blog and add something to clear his cobwebs. So what better to talk about than manliness?

So what defines manliness? People would say that it is usually characterized by unusual feats of supreme difficulty such as taking down the Cafe Cartel pork ribs in as many bites as we have balls. Wait i take that back. It would be pretty much a dilemma if a guy only had one.

However, contrary to popular belief, it is not the physical appearance or the act which makes one manly. Rather, it is the spirit that is behind the person. For example, if a guy manages to finish up all the pork ribs that Cartel has in stock, yet is not as handsome as Cheng Xiang, he is not deemed manly. He is seen as a hypocrite trying to be manly, yet falling far far behind because of his failed attempts to reach the ultimate manhoodliness of the lan jiao bins. You can always find us laughing at such people, if you bother to tilt your heads and shield your eyes.

Now, to the crux of the issue: how do you become manly? In order to help all of you become manly, I have devised this plan to build up the MAN SPIRIT and unleash the manly potential in you! But before proceeding with the plan, remember: do not try to accomplish the acts; the acts come out due to spirit.

Here goes:





















B as manly as you can b.

My god. I wept torrents of manly tears as I typed that sagely phrase, passed down from generation to generation of manly people. As a result, my E button got corroded, but the mans of the past were moved by my sincerity and granted me a new E button, so now I can type E again. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Not only males can become man; females can transcend to manhood as well, as shown by Xena: the ultimate portrayal of manliness. Legend has it that she once smashed the 2400 oak trees grown on field 2 just so that her frisbee mates could play frisbee freely on the field. Nowadays we just call her leeqi, for fear that uttering the holy name of Xena could invoke her wrath.

The holy realm of Manliness can be reached by anyone, only if he/she has the spirit. If you fear, don't. Don't believe in yourself, but believe in the me who believes in the you! Our drills pierce the heavens, earths and tomorrow! With spirit unbroken we can bring forth the powers of the strength which lies dormant in us! Hearts intertwined with each other, nothing will be able to break us! Piercing destiny as yesterday's enemies; creating the new path towards the future with these hands!
LAN JIAO BIN
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!

Delayed Posts and a Missing Heart

CTs are over. I don't know how I did... yet. Don't particularly wana know. >.>

Loved the barbecue at Jarrell's house, was a great night. Fun fun fun! WARLOCKS for the win! And it's his bdae today, shoutout to Jarrel! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RESIDENT GOBLIN! Go, zebra! :D

Had some real quality frisbee trainings. I don't know how I can live through these days without the trainings. Selections are tomorrow, and I'm feeling the butterflies already. There's nothing more in the world that I want, to be in the team, to give our time, energy, our life, for the sport, no, the game that we all love. The sweat, the tears (not literally), the blood (yes huiwen, literally), the adrenaline, the euphoria... they make me wanna live and die on the frisbee pitch. If one day they invade the world... take our water, our cows and our women (no offence here! they always want women >.>), but leave us our frisbee disks.

I guess why I really love it is cause frisbee, after all, will always be a game to me. Always a game, never a sport. Because while giving it all, what we want to do is to have fun. Winning is always wonderful, but frisbee loses meaning if we lose sight of why we are all gathered here in the first place. I know frustration will break lose, anger will run free, it happens. But at the end of the day, I know I will always say: That was one hell of a Ultimate game. ... I saw you yesterday. I saw you and I pretended that I didn't. I thought I heard you call out to me, but I convinced myself that I imagined it.

I didn't dare to look into your eyes, for fear of the pounding in my chest. Yet what is there? It can't be my heart, I have given it to you.

Why? Why? Why is it that I am so... obsessed (I shudder to put it that way, yet it's the only word that comes to mind) with you? What is it that makes you a constant feature in my mind, that the least reminder, or none at all at times, will remind me of you? What have you done to deserve such total control over my mind, when it is scarcely your fault, since you have no idea about the place you have in my heart? Why?

I know there's no person in the world I want to be with more. Yet I know that you aren't for me. I know if that I truely loved you, I'd let you go. I can't.

Not now or forever will I ever change you I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit!
My Heroine- Silverstein
Rather unfair representation... It's no fault of yours, but that song is stuck in my mind.

Good night.