Of IMU CUP

So the long awaited end-of-IMU Cup came finally. Apart from feeling relieved and rejoiced, I feel also some what empty.

To be honest, I am really disappointed at the organisation of IMU cup. Somehow this IMU cup proved to be so much messier than the last one. It's never easy organising events at such a large scale, 3-cheers to Ivy Ang and team who did such a great job last year.

But this year, there were so many misunderstandings, so many miscommunications. There was no proper system to relay information to batches and team captains, no proper set of rules and guidelines to assist each individual event, worse of all, no proper definition of players who are eligible to participate.

Want to hear the cause of a major hoo haa?? It all revolves around not letting a BioMed student play for our batch, which in my opinion, totally contradict the actual meaning and sportsmanship spirit for this IMU cup. 1st of all, no student should be disallowed from playing a sport if they wish to. How is unity amongst batches, and fostering of friendship ever going to take place if some students can't participate? 2ndly, there was no proper method of disseminating the information stating that BioMed senior batch are not allowed to play, hence all the miscommunication and misunderstanding, causing my batch to lose a gold, a bronze, and a possible silver medal.

The event I was most disappointed in was, Cheerleading. Maybe it was because I am blinded by the fact that my team did not win, maybe it was because they did not give out any cash prize together with best showmanship award, or maybe because the organisation simply sucks. You tell me whether my judgement is biased or what. How can the judges change the marking scheme without informing all the captains? How can they allow prohibited props to be used when the rules clearly stated so and other teams tried to refrain from using them? And how can you reprimand a captain for booking a venue to let her teammates use for practise, when in fact other team captains did not complain simply because they did not think ahead of time at the point of booking? You tell me where is the spirit of sportmanship, the spirit of sharing and caring?!?

But apart from the lousy IMU cup organising, there were a lot of values and memories I gained through this one month. I realise that despite being separated into different batches, IMU is pretty united as a whole. I made so many new friends and crossed paths with so many nice people. Like the sem 3 girl who patched up my bleeding knee during netball, or the sem2 cheerleaders who were always fooling around with us. This is the true spirit of sportmanship, despite competing against one another, when it comes to outside games, regardless of status, we are all one big family.

Its not like me to come up with wordy wordy post, but this one has to be one, because I have so many thoughts to sound it out. The next thing I like to talk about, is Cheerleading.

I started out being the cheerleading captain last year because our sports rep Denise knows no other students who has cheerlead before. Upon accepting the task, I would say, I regretted it, honestly speaking. Its was such a chore to be in charge of 18 people (last year) who has no idea what cheerleading is about, and most of them having no prior experience in dancing, or stunting. For two months, I was struggling with my timetable, skipping lectures so that I get more time to study for summatives then, at the same time having practises which was so mentally draining by the end of the day. Thankfully I had Chloe to help me out in the entire process and my burden was shared with her. And when finally cheerleading was over and done with, I could breath. Although I had a lot of fun, and an awesome team, I swore to myself then and there, that I do not want to do this over again the next year, and was hoping someone else could take over my captain role.

But then came IMU cup 2008, and if I don't lead the team again this time, noone will. So reluctantly I started doing my job again, first step of all was to come up with the music. Big thanks to Geowin for helping me get started. Then came the toughest part, recruiting more members. Some of the old members were not eligible to join us anymore, some were too busy with SRC duties, we needed more people, so I went around asking every soul in my batch if they were interested. Soon enough, I had a team of 21 peeps, fabulous people if you ask me, and then came the troublesome part, practises.

With only one month to train these not-so-experience cheerleaders into awesome kick ass pro's, we needed to intensify our trainings, which were so tiring on me. Almost everyday my timetable starts from 8am in the morning usually with volleyball trainings, if not it will be badminton or swimming, and it ends with cheerleading at night all the way till 10pm. That's not all, there were the out of my timetable chores such as planning stunts, formations, thinking about the next practises, fitting in family time (failing miserably), and all the arguing with other captain over venue and rules. Chloe was a big help. Probably because she had more experience in cheerleading she seemed to be more professional at handling all the necessary needs.

After all the huzzle buzzle the day finally arrived. My team was AWESOME. I mean, every movement was in unity, every stunt went perfectly, everyone was smiling, energized, PERFECT. I was so sure we could get top 3. I watched back the video and beemed with pride that these people were my teammates. Little did I know they changed the score sheet at the last minute and there was nothing anyone could have done about it. Speak about reality that sucks. So many people said that we deserve better, and I speaking from experience certainly know that WE ARE BETTER.

But at the end of the day, all that matters is the memories and experiences gained along the way. I have to say I am glad I remained being the captain despite all the duties because I truly love my team.

To sum it up, I am glad IMU cup happened, despite all the setbacks, and I am glad it is finally over, though I have to admit that I'll miss it a lot. Especially cheerleading.

ps : Previously a part of this post addressed a volleyball club organising problem, since the issue may be or could be just a speculation, I apologise what I wrote about it and took it down.

More of toast master.

Like I said, there was still more to come. God knows how good cam-whorers we are. Pictures are still coming in from various camera's. So more pictures to post up.

Ber-emo-ing

We just cant get enough of the hearty hearty larhh

With Tjun Hoe

Our supporters!!

2 Denises

Genesis leader (klik)

Groupies!

More hearty hearties!!

Men Health Finale for Refine and Define.

This is my son. His name is Wilkinson. He is single and available. He made momma proud by succesfully completing Men's Health Refine and Define contest as a finalist. Although a little vertically challenged, he is actually a very nicey nice nice guy.

Okay, let me first explain on the process of his birth. Throughout the 3 months of pain and torture (he's premature, explains his height doesn't it) of going through the suffering of studying for our exams, this little boy was wandering in the library, instead of studying, as most of us found out, he is either chatting with other people, sleeping, or playing counter strike. I have so many sleeping pictures of him you don't even want to see it (he might kill me for posting it up). So I always nag him to study, and ended up being called mom. And the title stuck. Dayumn.

So back to my son. He invited five of his buddies (rather 3 buddies, one real dad, and one fake parent) to the finale of his contest.

There you go. Rachel (buddy), Wilkinson (my son), Denise (buddy), and me (fake parents), and ZhiVen (buddy)

It was at Mont Kiara, and trying to get there is disastrous. We had lecture till 630pm, and the event starts at 7pm. After lecture, I still had to dashed to Chloe's place to pick up her earrings (cos I forgot to bring mine thank god for her) then hurry hurry get changed and make up myself, then help Denise with her make up, and then rush to the volleyball court to finish of volleyball business (because there is a match going on that day), then realise my phone was left in the apartment, so rush back to the apartment to retrieve it, then get into the car realising I was hungry, so dashed to the opposite side of uni to buy some bread, then fast fast drove of at a maximum speed of 60kmph because it was super jam, then stall at the side of the street for some time because Rachel's car who's tailing behind was out of sight, and then slowly made our way to the place.

We reached at 8. or was it 830?? There goes the free goodie bag for the first 200 guest to arrive.

That the two Denises!!

And the 3 girls who were there

Host of the night : Joey.G. Denise claims that he is super hot.

The program was a little mundane. The best performance was of course when One Buck Short blew the crowd away with their noise at the end. But before that, they announced the winner of individual categories, the most cool, the most well-dressed (some damn jang guy won that lar, not fair), the most good body (or something like that), the most dedicated.

And then there was fashion show by Tangs. And a session with a stand up comedian who is so not funny at all. He claims chinese girls are like video games. Oh-My-God.

Fashion show
Giving out plagues (ah yersinis pestis) to the finalist - okay I am not funny I know

The girls again (Man we love the camera)

Oh and we took picture with the hot host guy.

Cheers!!!! (wo Den)
Cheers (with Den)

Back to School

Just as everyone is afraid of. Start of term is here. And my one week of absense in this blog kinda dictates how busy I am every weekday. My day in uni start at latest 8-9 plus in the mornings, and ends at 1030pm. Making me wake up at least before 7am everyday and go to bed at 1am all fatigue and tired.

N.e.e.d t.o b.r.e.a.t.h

However is all these huzzle and buzzle of life that makes life interesting, and takes your mind away from all the miserable thoughts. Not that I needed any, but life is just never fair.

So lets peek at how my timetable goes. Monday morning was a day I need to get up an some un-god-ly hour, because Zhiven has basketball training at like 7 in the morning?!?!? Damn you all basketballers better be grateful if its not for me you wont see your captain on monday morning. (Expects showerings of thank-you's and gifts)

Haha, subsequently my days were filled with activities like that. It's either volleyball practise, cheerleading practises (yes it started already), dance practises, basketball practises (please don't even get me started on why I have to be on the team) or dwelling over un-studied lecture notes (have I nerrdify or what)

So bottomline is. I am super duper busy I cant breath.

But our practise sessions did pay off last Wednesday. It was our first volleyball match against pharmacy people. Oh god my leg shivered on court that day. We were SO CLOSE TO LOSING. We played till the third match and won with a super close margin of 25-23. Hooray!!

Double hooray actually because our guys team won as well, with the exact same close margin-ness as us with their opponent team. Are we united or what. LOL.

The guys before their match. They were doing a whoosh with a "Diaaaaaaaaa-Mooonnnnddddss" It's really hilarious.

Now comes the story behind the Diamonds whoosh. If you all have been an avid reader, you would know Diamonds is the name of my batch's cheerleading team. And how did I pick the name, oh well, blame it on the laziness to mix songs, I simply reap a pre-mix song I found on the internet by an international team called Diamonds and just conveniently named my own team Diamonds so that the song seem personalised to us. Little would I know the name will actually become a BATCH NAME!! LOL. Imagine if it's a basketball match, a whole group of big sized macho guys go DIAMONDS in a whoosh. I can laugh I tell you. *oh I got a stitch*

Our guys during the match

Our supporters!!! Petite little Chloey-Doey who came all the way in her little heels to sweat and cheer!!! (proud of you la), Seeki (or else known as Cheeky or Lucia) and Ada. They both didn't stay for the girls match la. Sob Sob

The girl's team before the match. (Spot me I'm number 9!!)

After the match. We both won!!! Weee

Girl's team

Girl's team going hyper

Friends are diamonds are forever

I never knew it was so tough to do up a cheerleading song. Honestly!!!

I spent like, 4 hours, locked up and cooped up and rooted to one small room, staring at the laptop screen for what seemed like a gazillion years, looking at funny wavy pattern running up down left right of the entire screen, and guess what.

ONLY 40 SECONDS OF THE CORE WAS DONE.

Forty miserable seconds. And it was not very satisfying either, cos either the song was too fast, too slow, or you mistakenly press a button and the program get screwed and you get odd beats messing up the entire sequence. G.R.O.A.N

And then you still need to add in sound effects, like uber a lot of sound effects. And then record voices to add them in. Gosh someone tell me why am I captain again?!?! (scornfully looks at Denise Chew)

Plus songs nowadays are so solemn, or retro-ey, or tech-ny, or trance-cey. I need CHEERFUL songs. *its CHEERleading anyways* Where on earth do people find CHEERFUL songs?!?! Suggestions?!??!

Thankfully Geowin is some pro at music mixing. Else I would just use back last year song (Harh! speak about creativity)

btw : the song starts with "Diamonds are Foreverrrrrrrrrrr......"

Random pictures I want to put up on the blog but can't find an excuse to do so.

The day we got our results

Food I crave for

And a very vulgar car

fun fair

I am reliving childhood. The last time I've been to a Non-genting-non-sunway fun fair, I was like, eight years old?? Never would have thought one would arrive at Bukit Jalil just directly in front of my university.

And the worse part is, the fun fair started way before the commence of my exams. So every miserable night I journey home with envious eyes (like those doggies of looking out of the window kind) staring at those bright lights as the car zooms pass it. My heart will go D-A-Y-U-M-N.

But alas, exams came and went, and the fun fair is still there *triple hooray*

Sneak peek of the ferris wheel.

This fun fair is more of like a all rides kind of fun fair, no food, no cotton candies, no ice-cream cones, no ices, and much to my disappointment, no stilt walking clowns. (not that I fancy clowns anyway)

Start it off with a mild ride first. And the mildest of all --- Ferris wheel!!!!!

The view medial to the ferris wheel cabin

The view lateral from the cabin

And I spotted - The sports complex!!!

Honestly, being the mildest ride, it was also the longest ride. The thingi just kept turning round and round and round and round until you start thinking "Can I get off this thing ALREADY??"

And for the adventurous, you should try the vortex. That thing is so blardy high I cant even get a proper picture of it. And according to William (sem5) this little machine puts Space shot in Genting to shame.

The two with the euphoric look after that nasty ride. At that moment I bet you any doctor would have died of shock if they knew the amount of adrenaline running through their blood.

And how the hell did William appear at the fun fair? It's pure coincidence. I was happily strotting to the main entrance, when I saw the silhouette of a very familiar figure. Lo and Behold....

Jolene!!!! (naturally William would be there). I tell you the amount of screaming produced by our mouths when we first saw each other at the entrance could easily deafened anyone.

The carnival was small, and a tad bit boring. But the rides are a little fresher and better. Despise the chicken and ball-less-ness in me, I was dragged on a few other rides which could have made my heart stopped. It was fun nontheless. =)



Just for fun's purpose. I mean, we all need to be in touch with all our knowledge right right right???


**FYI : One component of our exam papers is to describe gross pictures of various diseased organs and come out with a differential diagnosis.

Like this.


So, describe the lesion seen.
My friends all had funny answers. Well marginated, brownish black-necrotic areas, ulceration present, pseudo-polyps, rough appearance. It's could very well be a liver, or a fraction of a lung.

Differential diagnosis : Liver cirrhosis, ulcerative colitis, Crohn's disease.

We medical students can relate to anything. Even PORK chop. (This is Ding Tai Fung's famous porkchop fried rice btw, in Gardens, we had our post-eos dinner there.)

Birthdays and birthday gifts.

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me

Birthday's are always the same every year, go to school get wishes and greetings, and a few nice pressies, then get surprised somehow either by getting blindfolded, and having your feelings cheated thinking noone remembers your bday.

Then there's always the dinner with family, and the cake to blow and cut. And the wishes. There were a few memorable birthday wishes so far that was deeply engraved into my cerebrum.

There was my form 5 birthday in which my sec school friends boy-cotted me to go to pizza hut, only to find myself being brought there with a secret recipe tiramisu cake. And recieved a hand made memory hand book by lizziekins.

Then there was the one in Singapore where by I was brought to the middle of orchad road, and after having a debate on whether to eat at hardrock cafe or swensens, we finally headed to swensons. And my birthday gift was paraded on models. Mind you, my GUY friends were parading and modeling my birthday gift (necklace, belt, earrings) in swensens.

But a TWENTY-FIRST Birthday celebration has to be by far the most memorable one. Apart from the Birthday Bash in which I had last Saturday, which I have yet to write about it because I do not have all the pictures with me now, the birthday wishes on my facebook were flooding, and my phone inbox burst full of greeting. **touched-nya banyak orang ingat my bday**

And dinner with the family was splendid. (yum yum yum)
Not to mention the gifts.

Being an avid nail freak, you would have expected me to use nail products of the utmost quality. Alas, being a kiamsiap freak as well, the most expensive nail poslish I have ever purchase is from Skin food. But but but, check this out, my virgin OPI's!!! *love you friends!!* Most of the time, people end up buying you gifts you either don't like, or gift you wont have must use for. But the most practical gift comes in the form of And of course. The best 21st birthday gift a girl could ever ask for is And the literal meaning behind it (you wish larrrrr)

Since I can't write about my party, I will write about my Birthday dinner with my family. We went to Zipangu, in Shangrila Hotel. A restaurant enough to make your wallets haemorrhage to death. But it was daddy's treat, and we only get to dine like this once a year. And mom's gift to me was to make my head go red. =)

Check out my freshly dyed red head!! Lastly, I will not let this post go without some whoring. Nail-whoring. ROAR. Birthday Nails.
Till then! *winks*