I am definitely in love with Lingz. She is the lil' sister that I never had who is crazily stupid enough to entertain my bullshit. We fuckin' clubbed till 4am on a Wednesday nite. I can feel that this is only a prelude to my good ole' American party days revisited. Oh horrors, who the fuck opened the cage and released the camel in my liver again?
I love hitting the clubs 'cos it is the most crowded place on earth, and I love crowds. Looking at a massive amount of beautiful people all dolled up and ready to impress just makes me feel happy, although the huge instant intake of alcohol prior to club entry does help a little too much too. Home beckons in less than 24 hours and something tells my liver that he is gonna be working into over drive for the next one week. I have 4 nites taken up already for my Alcoholic Anonymous meetings. My aim is to not get stupid drunk for the next 7 days and to have enough time to hang out with her. I made a promise to hang out with her when I come home and I have to keep it!
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Estatic could not even begin to describe my feelings tonight, well technically it is the morning after now. Looks like we are going for Worlds in Vancouver after all. And the most wonderful breakthru was that the college administration is looking into sending TWO teams + 1 Adjudicator + 1 Observer instead of the requested one team of two debaters. This would translate into FIVE kids on the team + 1 Fat dude having the chance to debate against the World's best in Canada. It is moment like this that all my tears and blood toiled pales in comparison to the euphoria of tasting the fruits of the harvest.
The only thing that is left is to meet with God himself, personified in our Vice Chancelor. I will worship anyone who will give us the mullah to go to Canada.
Forget the stress of preparing a kick-ass proposal. Forget the pain of hunting for previous debate results. Forget the countless hours wasted sitting around in the damn office of his just for him to arrive for me to kiss his fat ass. Forget all the long, expensive drives up the island. Forget having to restrain from using profanities when the proposal was shitted upon for 3 weeks before the final draft was done up two nites ago. Forget that we are not putting enough effort into debate practice to participate in Worlds. Forget all incompetencies.
The point is we are going for Worlds come Christmas, and things with the team can only look up from this point forward.
It is pathetic, I know but at least it is the most acceptably realistic take. My personal aim for our teams would be to be in the top 100 teams in the world. With my current form, I don't believe I can take on even Malaysia's 150th-best let alone the world. I do not see anyone on the team who has yet the right win-at-all-cost attitude or competency to even bitch slap my half-ass on any given Sunday. So 1Top 100 is already pushing to the extreme end of the spectrum.
I need to regain that confidence. That sharpness. That monster on the hunger prowl for intellectual dominance that enabled me to push the kids from Ivy Leagues to the brink of intellectual frustration back in the good ole days of debating with a major hangover in the States. I better get to work soon. It frustrates me when I feel that I am stupid or slow. Maybe the alcohol's getting to me but fuck, drinking is good. I need to get into competition form during this holidays and then crack the whip on the rest of the team when the semester resumes. Slackers will not be taken seriously. Team selection should be based on meritocracy, not history. Fuck me if I snooze. You snooze you lose.
We have three possible team line-ups that I thought was pretty exciting and has great potential respectively. All I want is enough new comers to form 3 more teams. SIX new pairings. Then the team would be solid rockin' and with Number comes Strength. The point is to have a group of debaters large enough to be self-motivating. The biggest problem that we are facing right now is that people do not see the point in striving harder for debate excellence because they are guaranteed a spot in team due to the lack of participation. When we have a larger pool of people to select from, generally the probability of selecting better qualified debaters for competition is higher. I want to see everyone FIGHTING to be the most effective speaker at their role. I want to see people FIGHTING to read more. I want to see people FIGHTING to disagree and thrash shit over inside out during post-mortem instead of just sitting mum, staring into the air like a fuckin' mute retard. I want to see a team with FIGHTING SPIRIT with a FIGHTING CHANCE against being mauled alive by snobbish stupid white kids who think they are smarter than us just because their skin color happens to match the color of my ejaculation juice of pussy love. This is the only time that I could wish for Peer Pressure to work advantageously. With the Big carrot being a free trip to spend Christmas onboard a plane bound for Canada, I am pretty sure people would work their asses off, beating any slackers with a stick as Big.
If they don't, they are stupid and retarded people has no place in USM Debate Union.
I love hitting the clubs 'cos it is the most crowded place on earth, and I love crowds. Looking at a massive amount of beautiful people all dolled up and ready to impress just makes me feel happy, although the huge instant intake of alcohol prior to club entry does help a little too much too. Home beckons in less than 24 hours and something tells my liver that he is gonna be working into over drive for the next one week. I have 4 nites taken up already for my Alcoholic Anonymous meetings. My aim is to not get stupid drunk for the next 7 days and to have enough time to hang out with her. I made a promise to hang out with her when I come home and I have to keep it!
******************************************
Estatic could not even begin to describe my feelings tonight, well technically it is the morning after now. Looks like we are going for Worlds in Vancouver after all. And the most wonderful breakthru was that the college administration is looking into sending TWO teams + 1 Adjudicator + 1 Observer instead of the requested one team of two debaters. This would translate into FIVE kids on the team + 1 Fat dude having the chance to debate against the World's best in Canada. It is moment like this that all my tears and blood toiled pales in comparison to the euphoria of tasting the fruits of the harvest.
The only thing that is left is to meet with God himself, personified in our Vice Chancelor. I will worship anyone who will give us the mullah to go to Canada.
Forget the stress of preparing a kick-ass proposal. Forget the pain of hunting for previous debate results. Forget the countless hours wasted sitting around in the damn office of his just for him to arrive for me to kiss his fat ass. Forget all the long, expensive drives up the island. Forget having to restrain from using profanities when the proposal was shitted upon for 3 weeks before the final draft was done up two nites ago. Forget that we are not putting enough effort into debate practice to participate in Worlds. Forget all incompetencies.
The point is we are going for Worlds come Christmas, and things with the team can only look up from this point forward.
It is pathetic, I know but at least it is the most acceptably realistic take. My personal aim for our teams would be to be in the top 100 teams in the world. With my current form, I don't believe I can take on even Malaysia's 150th-best let alone the world. I do not see anyone on the team who has yet the right win-at-all-cost attitude or competency to even bitch slap my half-ass on any given Sunday. So 1Top 100 is already pushing to the extreme end of the spectrum.
I need to regain that confidence. That sharpness. That monster on the hunger prowl for intellectual dominance that enabled me to push the kids from Ivy Leagues to the brink of intellectual frustration back in the good ole days of debating with a major hangover in the States. I better get to work soon. It frustrates me when I feel that I am stupid or slow. Maybe the alcohol's getting to me but fuck, drinking is good. I need to get into competition form during this holidays and then crack the whip on the rest of the team when the semester resumes. Slackers will not be taken seriously. Team selection should be based on meritocracy, not history. Fuck me if I snooze. You snooze you lose.
We have three possible team line-ups that I thought was pretty exciting and has great potential respectively. All I want is enough new comers to form 3 more teams. SIX new pairings. Then the team would be solid rockin' and with Number comes Strength. The point is to have a group of debaters large enough to be self-motivating. The biggest problem that we are facing right now is that people do not see the point in striving harder for debate excellence because they are guaranteed a spot in team due to the lack of participation. When we have a larger pool of people to select from, generally the probability of selecting better qualified debaters for competition is higher. I want to see everyone FIGHTING to be the most effective speaker at their role. I want to see people FIGHTING to read more. I want to see people FIGHTING to disagree and thrash shit over inside out during post-mortem instead of just sitting mum, staring into the air like a fuckin' mute retard. I want to see a team with FIGHTING SPIRIT with a FIGHTING CHANCE against being mauled alive by snobbish stupid white kids who think they are smarter than us just because their skin color happens to match the color of my ejaculation juice of pussy love. This is the only time that I could wish for Peer Pressure to work advantageously. With the Big carrot being a free trip to spend Christmas onboard a plane bound for Canada, I am pretty sure people would work their asses off, beating any slackers with a stick as Big.
If they don't, they are stupid and retarded people has no place in USM Debate Union.
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