An urgent request for a cheerleading captain!
Or at least cheer practice to start first!
We are really running behind time with our cheer squad and we really hope we can get something started.
Contact Ho Mei Xin (0172191226) if you are interested in joining the cheerleading team.
Draco
30 July 2009
IMU Cup Timetable updates
Hello again.
Attached are the draws for all the sports that require group stages and lanes together with the committee list.
Updated IMU CUP 2009 Calendar
Draws list for sports
IMU Cup Commitee list
Please take note that I have replaced our treasurer Kevin because he will not be around during IMU CUP. Our new treasurer is now David Ng from b107 who is experienced and has shown to be very responsible as well. Please do not hesitate to call the committee if there are any problems concerning IMU CUP.
Also, there's a slight change in the calendar.
Swimming has been moved to the 20th of september because the venue will not be available on the proposed date.
However, I understand that 20th of sept is the weekend right before the week-long raya break and many will normally go back to their hometowns on friday itself.
This will be inconvenient but we have no other options as all the weekends are fully taken and the swimming pool is only available on the 20th.
Lastly, we still do not have anyone to organise scrabble and foosball.
We have been contemplating whether or not to cancel these 2 sports.
The reason is because IMU CUP is kicking off in less than a month's time and unless there's someone to organise it, we'll have to cancel them.
I would like to hear from all of you about your thoughts on this matter.
and if anyone of you know someone who is willing to take it up, please let the committee know.
That's all for now. I hope that all of us will work hard and put in the effort so that IMU CUP will be a success this year.
Regards,
Pang Tsen
(President of IMU Cup 2009)
Attached are the draws for all the sports that require group stages and lanes together with the committee list.
Updated IMU CUP 2009 Calendar
Draws list for sports
IMU Cup Commitee list
Please take note that I have replaced our treasurer Kevin because he will not be around during IMU CUP. Our new treasurer is now David Ng from b107 who is experienced and has shown to be very responsible as well. Please do not hesitate to call the committee if there are any problems concerning IMU CUP.
Also, there's a slight change in the calendar.
Swimming has been moved to the 20th of september because the venue will not be available on the proposed date.
However, I understand that 20th of sept is the weekend right before the week-long raya break and many will normally go back to their hometowns on friday itself.
This will be inconvenient but we have no other options as all the weekends are fully taken and the swimming pool is only available on the 20th.
Lastly, we still do not have anyone to organise scrabble and foosball.
We have been contemplating whether or not to cancel these 2 sports.
The reason is because IMU CUP is kicking off in less than a month's time and unless there's someone to organise it, we'll have to cancel them.
I would like to hear from all of you about your thoughts on this matter.
and if anyone of you know someone who is willing to take it up, please let the committee know.
That's all for now. I hope that all of us will work hard and put in the effort so that IMU CUP will be a success this year.
Regards,
Pang Tsen
(President of IMU Cup 2009)
23 July 2009
My Daddy's a Diver
Courtesy of Mr. James Cameron.
Women weren't supposed to die in childbirth, not anymore. It had taken twelve months, mesmerised by a helpless baby and numbed by her mother's death, but finally he'd allowed himself to grieve properly. Sometimes though, it came back. Warm tears misted his cold dive mask. Lifting its seal he let seawater in, bathing his face, erasing the sadness. He took a long breath, jack-knifed and finned downward.
Ocean was up. Coarse sand patched tawny reef beneath. Strong ground-swell sucked, sent the grains swirling. 'Like snorkelling through a snowstorm,' he thought and grimly admitted he oughtn't be out there, skirting the drop-off where dumpers curled then crunched. But he and little Lizzie had to eat and he'd refused the dole. Every other deckhand signed on after local lobster grounds got re-zoned 'marine park'. Not him. Scrutinised like some criminal malingerer? Bugger that! No, he and his small daughter could survive on his dive skills. Fresh fish, if not directly consumed, were straight cash-in-hand exchange or top barter - if he could find them. Today, surrounded by sandy soup, that wouldn't be easy.
Simple but effective, his 'Hawaiian sling'. Pacific Islanders had used similar hand-spears for millennia. Firing rubber, looped twixt thumb and forefinger, got stretched along shaft, held, spear was aimed, released quick: 'Whack!'
Pinching nose, he kicked deeper. A large sweep's white-tipped tail showed, then vanished in the sand stir. He finned upwards, heart thumping double-time. Cramp crimped one thigh. Two strenuous hours gone - no result. Hitting choppy surface, he spouted, sucked air and shivered. Wetsuit was old, perforated, retained scant body heat, but Lizzie had priority over a new suit. Right now her principal need was nutrition. He must get a table fish.
How his precious little blondie loved her fillets. Right now, spoilt rotten by Faye, the trawlerman's widow, Lizzie was curled beside a fire, sucking thumb, twirling her salt-blonde silk locks and watching Disney videos... What did you call a child no longer a toddler but still needing cuddlesome reassurance? Bloody gorgeous. Sometimes he thought only his love of, and the love from this child, kept him sane.
He dived again, into a gap in the reef. Here the sea surged inshore like a flooding irrigation channel. Swept over writhing bull kelp, he glided into pond-like environs. Reef now formed a barrier to the outside breakers. At last he had fair visibility. Far below lay a sponge-and-weed-matted overhang. This, he knew, concealed a cave-like ledge where, on turbulent days, fish sometimes congregated.
Once more he tilted downward, finning rhythmically. Awkward movement might spook his one chance for a hit. Closing on the overhang, he drifted beneath. In the deep green half-light his eyes adjusted on an easy target.
Like fondling teenagers sprung by a cinema usher's torch, the two Butterfish all but froze. Lying nose to nose, tails fanned just enough to retain station against the algaed reef wall. Butterfish weren't prime eating but, at five kilos, the biggest meant many fishcakes. He fired - head shot, a clean kill.
Butterfish towed on his float-line, he swam shoreward. The surviving fish followed, shadowing, circling its dead mate, dreadful in its uncomprehending sorrow. He felt hollow as an empty shell.
An hour later that hollowness, like the Southern Ocean's coldness, persisted. He'd begun to fillet. Lizzie was studying the process. Head barely high as the low kitchen bench, Lizzie's own gaze met the fish's sightless one. Then, earnest sea-blue irises fixed upon her father's, she asked, 'Daddy, do fish cry?'
Life has its moments of truth. This was one.
After a sober minute between himself and the fish, he asked, 'Lizzie, you like baked beans, yeah?'
This didn't mean he would not cook the Butterfish. Its life taken, it must be eaten. Simply, never would he spear one fish of a mating pair ever again - even if, in its place, very ordinary fare had to be partaken.
Lizzie's face frowned in contemplation before she replied: 'But beans make me fart.' The pronouncement's solemnity, and the way she sucked her bottom lip after making it, was pure comedy. But aware of his child's sensitivity, he mustn't laugh. Suppressed mirth, however, generated warmth in a soul colder from transgressing one of nature's lesser laws: Thou shalt not destroy companionship.
'Hmmm alright,' he said with mock gruffness, 'how about two minute noodles?'
'Ooh yes,' responded Lizzie, guileless eyes shining like rock pools on a bright day, 'I love noodles!' A smile to turn any sinner saintly. Lizzie's slight arms encircled a thigh hardened by decades of driving swimfins against oceanic surge. Cuddling in she added, 'But daddy, I love you even lots more.'
In this moment a man, not a fish, found himself weeping.
Women weren't supposed to die in childbirth, not anymore. It had taken twelve months, mesmerised by a helpless baby and numbed by her mother's death, but finally he'd allowed himself to grieve properly. Sometimes though, it came back. Warm tears misted his cold dive mask. Lifting its seal he let seawater in, bathing his face, erasing the sadness. He took a long breath, jack-knifed and finned downward.
Ocean was up. Coarse sand patched tawny reef beneath. Strong ground-swell sucked, sent the grains swirling. 'Like snorkelling through a snowstorm,' he thought and grimly admitted he oughtn't be out there, skirting the drop-off where dumpers curled then crunched. But he and little Lizzie had to eat and he'd refused the dole. Every other deckhand signed on after local lobster grounds got re-zoned 'marine park'. Not him. Scrutinised like some criminal malingerer? Bugger that! No, he and his small daughter could survive on his dive skills. Fresh fish, if not directly consumed, were straight cash-in-hand exchange or top barter - if he could find them. Today, surrounded by sandy soup, that wouldn't be easy.
Simple but effective, his 'Hawaiian sling'. Pacific Islanders had used similar hand-spears for millennia. Firing rubber, looped twixt thumb and forefinger, got stretched along shaft, held, spear was aimed, released quick: 'Whack!'
Pinching nose, he kicked deeper. A large sweep's white-tipped tail showed, then vanished in the sand stir. He finned upwards, heart thumping double-time. Cramp crimped one thigh. Two strenuous hours gone - no result. Hitting choppy surface, he spouted, sucked air and shivered. Wetsuit was old, perforated, retained scant body heat, but Lizzie had priority over a new suit. Right now her principal need was nutrition. He must get a table fish.
How his precious little blondie loved her fillets. Right now, spoilt rotten by Faye, the trawlerman's widow, Lizzie was curled beside a fire, sucking thumb, twirling her salt-blonde silk locks and watching Disney videos... What did you call a child no longer a toddler but still needing cuddlesome reassurance? Bloody gorgeous. Sometimes he thought only his love of, and the love from this child, kept him sane.
He dived again, into a gap in the reef. Here the sea surged inshore like a flooding irrigation channel. Swept over writhing bull kelp, he glided into pond-like environs. Reef now formed a barrier to the outside breakers. At last he had fair visibility. Far below lay a sponge-and-weed-matted overhang. This, he knew, concealed a cave-like ledge where, on turbulent days, fish sometimes congregated.
Once more he tilted downward, finning rhythmically. Awkward movement might spook his one chance for a hit. Closing on the overhang, he drifted beneath. In the deep green half-light his eyes adjusted on an easy target.
Like fondling teenagers sprung by a cinema usher's torch, the two Butterfish all but froze. Lying nose to nose, tails fanned just enough to retain station against the algaed reef wall. Butterfish weren't prime eating but, at five kilos, the biggest meant many fishcakes. He fired - head shot, a clean kill.
Butterfish towed on his float-line, he swam shoreward. The surviving fish followed, shadowing, circling its dead mate, dreadful in its uncomprehending sorrow. He felt hollow as an empty shell.
An hour later that hollowness, like the Southern Ocean's coldness, persisted. He'd begun to fillet. Lizzie was studying the process. Head barely high as the low kitchen bench, Lizzie's own gaze met the fish's sightless one. Then, earnest sea-blue irises fixed upon her father's, she asked, 'Daddy, do fish cry?'
Life has its moments of truth. This was one.
After a sober minute between himself and the fish, he asked, 'Lizzie, you like baked beans, yeah?'
This didn't mean he would not cook the Butterfish. Its life taken, it must be eaten. Simply, never would he spear one fish of a mating pair ever again - even if, in its place, very ordinary fare had to be partaken.
Lizzie's face frowned in contemplation before she replied: 'But beans make me fart.' The pronouncement's solemnity, and the way she sucked her bottom lip after making it, was pure comedy. But aware of his child's sensitivity, he mustn't laugh. Suppressed mirth, however, generated warmth in a soul colder from transgressing one of nature's lesser laws: Thou shalt not destroy companionship.
'Hmmm alright,' he said with mock gruffness, 'how about two minute noodles?'
'Ooh yes,' responded Lizzie, guileless eyes shining like rock pools on a bright day, 'I love noodles!' A smile to turn any sinner saintly. Lizzie's slight arms encircled a thigh hardened by decades of driving swimfins against oceanic surge. Cuddling in she added, 'But daddy, I love you even lots more.'
In this moment a man, not a fish, found himself weeping.
18 July 2009
IMU Cup Timetable
Dear Sports Captains,
Do spend some time to look at the calendar for IMU Cup 2009. (click Here)
Start booking the venues, all venues should be booked by the end of this month.
In doing so, u guys should make payments and hand the receipts to Elvyna (our house treasurer). Payment can be made using your own money first then Elvyna will refund the money through SRC. If u guys do not have enough money to book the venues, do contact Elvyna immediately in advance to get the money from her. It can work both ways. In order to refund your money or to get the money in advance, u guys have to fill in two forms which can be downloaded here:-
As for table tennis, darts, foosball and pool, u guys can play them anytime you wish throughout the whole IMU CUP period. This is because these sports will take a longer period of time and they can be played at any convenient time as long as two teams are available. This means that specific time is not allocated in the timetable. However, u guys will have to finish playing them before the deadline which is stated in the timetable. (as semis and finals)
Last but not least, draws for every sport that has group stages or lanes have been conducted. The draw will be passed to all of you during the official meeting with all the sport captains and house captains. The copy of the draw is with Sandip.
Time and venue for the official meeting with all house captains and sports captains will be notified soon. The meeting is compulsory. If you guys can't make it, you need to send a representative.
Thank you for all your hard work and keep it up. Let's try our very best to make this year's IMU Cup a success. It won't be easy but it's not impossible either. As long as we stand and work together as one, we will succeed.
06 July 2009
IMU Cup Logo Competition
Hello all Draconians!
Please see below, and EMAIL YOUR DESIGNS to the house email, which can be found on the sidebar! :)
Love,
Jade
PR Liaison
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This is the publicist Loshana from ME108,
I hope you preparations for IMU cup are going smoothly.
I am aware that you have a limited budget of RM2000, and it must hard to trying to make ends meet.
Well I have a proposition, we need a new logo for the whole of IMU cup, and I have seen some of the
logos that you design committies have come up with and I am very impressed. So instead of asking
an external designer we decided that we would let our local talents do it.
The Prize money is RM250 for the chosen design. That is alot of money for the house. Plus this is the
logo that will be used for the rest of the IMU cups for eternity.
There is no real theme or concept, go crazy! Show me what the IMU cup logo should look like.
It should be 6000 x 4526 and it should be done digitally. We can not accept hand-drawn.
Each house can submit as many logos as they want but there has to be a short write up explaining
their logo.
Deadline: 20th July 2009
You guys have 2 weeks and anyone in your house can try to make the logo but please send the logos
using your email as a representation of which house the logo is coming from house, makes it easier for me
to sort through the submitted logos.
One more thing I would like the house banners to be made by 17th August. Follow the specifications of the
previous IMU cup banners. I really need the banners by then or your house will not have a banner during
opening ceremony to represent your house.
Looking forward to hearing from you soon.
love,
loshana
01 July 2009
Cheerleading Meet-up
Calling all who are interested in cheerleading! :))
There will be a meetup for Cheerleading:
Where: Dance Room, Student Lounge, LG floor
When: Tuesday, 7th July 2009
Time: 12.30 - 1.30 pm
You do not need past experience! As long as you are enthusiastic, excited and prepared to be a part of the high-energy event of cheerleading, do come for this meeting! BOTH BOYS AND GIRLS NEEDED!
This meeting's purpose is to assemble a dedicated cheer team and decide on practice times for the upcoming event.
Your contact person is Mei Xin (ME108), 017 - 219 1226. :)
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