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75% for Geology.
61% for Bio.
58% for Chemistry.
No good scores in Physics for ages.
Calculus scores as pathetic as usual.
Do I even deserve to be here? =’(
God remains the Lord of Knowledge.
=)
Album: All The Lost Souls
Artist: James Blunt
Release Date: 17th September 2007
Number of Tracks: 10
Antoine Desrochers was nervous. His black suit, so neatly fitted, was wet with perspiration.
The rather renowned art curator fidgeted slightly as he stood on the front steps of his provincial art gallery, painfully aware of the fact that the ten main sources of his mental burdens were directly behind him, and there was nothing he could do for them any more.
Mr Desrochers had arranged them – these ten sources of pressure and responsibility – to the best of his ability in his gallery: he had personally overseen their handling, made sure the aesthetics of his art gallery were at their best ever to complement their considerable standing; and ironically enough, Desrochers had even put himself in this tumult of inner tremors in order to obtain the best possible advice from which he hoped to further improve the standing of these works.
For nothing escaped The Examiner.
Antoine Desrochers was waiting for Monsieur Placido Domingo, arguably the greatest mind of art in the whole of the country; Monsieur Domingo had been invited here to Desrochers’ art gallery by Desrochers himself so that the great man could comment on the gallery’s latest attraction: a medley combination of works by an American artist which had been titled – rather grandly – “All The Lost Souls“.
Desrochers really wanted to hear what Domingo had to say about his exhibit, for if The Examiner said it was bad, in all likelihood, it really really was. Every gallery owner who had sought – and obtained – Domingo’s opinion had found it hard to get a troop of boy scouts to even glance at the settee of their latest fresco shows if he had said they would not.
The best one so far was in Malta: Domingo once told a curator there that even cows would stay away from his latest collection of art; the next week a plague somehow struck the area and all the cows died, grass still sticking out of their fetid lips like sodden paintbrushes.
And that was why Desrochers was so nervous…what if Domingo said it was bad?…what if he saw the collection as horrible and pathetic? What if the investment I made was a blatant waste? Desrochers could only wait, hope and pray.
A massive figure wearing a black coat stepped into the curator’s edge of vision. Before Desrochers had even adjusted his gaze, he already knew who it was:
“Monsieur Domingo; sa va?”
Placido Domingo strode up the steps leading into the gallery; a burly man, he seemed to dwarf every thing around him. Desrochers was forced to watch as his majestic balustrade of marble steps were made to look like paper folds by the coming of the art messiah.
“Good, good; merci.”
Desrochers waited for Domingo to reach the topmost stair, which he was on. Then he gave a small bow and began speaking.
“Monsieur Domingo; je ma pelle Antoine Desrochers; bienvenue-”
The Examiner waved a massive hand in his face. “I know who you are Antoine Desrochers; your interesting reputation as one of the country’s upcoming innovators of art collection and show have reached my ears.” He tapped his cheek slightly, before rumbling, “I also know that I am welcomed – because you invited me.
“Now, I have business to attend in a half an hour, so please show me your latest themes.”
Desrochers led Monsieur Domingo straight into the heart of the gallery, where an circular room held court. On the walls were his ten pieces of fame or flounder: the very ten pieces which he had called on Domingo to inspect the worth of – they were portraits of the same person in various poses, used as a metaphor to depict the very nature of the title of the exhibit.
Domingo lumbered over to the first portrait, one which depicted the main man in all the paintings wandering a dilapidated alleyway strewn with newspapers. The painting was dominated by powerful streaks of blue, orange and grey. The massive individual looked at Desrochers expectantly.
“Monsieur Domingo, I introduce you to the latest exhibit of the Desrochers Art Gallery to be released on the 17th of September 2007: All The Lost Souls, a true collection of American Art!!”
Domingo peered closely at the portrait before him, with all the signs of man listening very intently to the one beside him.
“The flagship portrait of this collection is the one you are looking at now, Monsieur Domingo; it is called 1973. We believe this work to be the most representative work in all of the collection; modelled after the artist’s experience of meeting a woman named Simona in a bar, whilst revolving around the glorious settee of the renowned club of Ibiza, this painting is truly one of the most accessible hits of the time Monsieur. We have noted its high degree of attraction to the general populace of art viewers, possibly due to the message of hope it sends, and also that of love.”
Domingo gave a slight nod, tilting his head slightly to catch 1973’s reflection off the light. “A good start,” he boomed. “However, it is just that Monsieur Desrochers; a flagship work; neither brilliant nor outstanding – merely a very public-friendly work. And if you notice – ” Domingo pointed out a few colour voids in the painting. ” – very few real meanings.”
“You might want to find a stronger flagship my friend.” The Examiner moved on to the next one and began to read the title below it.
Desrochers bit his lip. Le Examiner had spoken.
“I see you have one here called One of The Brightest Stars – “
Desrochers hurried to Domingo’s side. “Oui oui, certainement. It is beautiful, don’t you think?” Desrochers ran a hand down the flank of the painting. “Our testers have liked the soft melody that this work of art brings, and also how it builds on the idea of destiny.”
Domingo nodded very slowly, looking hard at the image of a man grabbing a lightbulb and staring right at the blazing filaments, oculars bulging – the reflection of the mentol was reflected in the man’s red and tearing eyes.
“Fait d’accord. Fait d’accord. Fait d’accord. One of the better works in the collection of frescos, I am sure.”
Domingo shifted his gaze. “So now he takes everything?”
Desrochers jogged to where the art maestro was now looking. “Oui, Monsieur. I’ll Take Everything is the third work in this collection.”
The portrait was that of the avatar scrouging for every blade of grass in a field of half-bald sheep.
Domingo browsed through the next six paintings, clearing his throat every now and then; he began his skirmish by telling Desrochers that I’ll Take Everything bordered on near uselessness and insepid lack of inspiration. He then proceeded to add that Same Mistake was confusing, and he could hear tuneless artistic howling in the background of the portrait – perhaps the good monsieur had reflected the title of the work by buying it, no?
And apparently much of the entire exhibition was the same motif of colours – like repetitive usage of one instrument in a music album. Consistency was good monsieur, the thing is that it must be rhythmically good and entertaining. Domingo thought that All The Lost Souls so far, was just plain depressing and uninspired.
Desrochers could only wince. However, many dreary exhibitions had been saved by a few gems – Desrochers could only hope that Domingo would find one somehow.
Carry You Home appeared to be almost as insipid as its three predecessors, if not for a sudden uplift in coloured rhythm towards the end of the painting. Unfortunately, this sudden increase of power to the work was inconsistent, and Domingo could not care less for it. Desrochers was starting to lose hope.
“Ah!! Finally, something entertaining!”
Desrochers rushed to see what Domingo was looking at: the Examiner was admiring the colour tuning of the next item, Give Me Some Love.
“This is a good one, Desrochers. Notice the tuning of the chorus of the portrait – it keeps coming back, building, building, before finally giving in to a good conclusion. Certainement, this one is rather good.”
“Valium said to him? Har har, nice streak in the words,” laughed Domingo.
Desrochers allowed some relief to enter his body.
“But it’s almost the only one so far monsieur.”
Pfffttt.
“I Really Want You.” Domingo was reading the title of the next exhibit now. “Better than Give Me Some Love I think, Desrochers. Listen to the background rhythm, and ah! Finally you can hear real emotion in the painting! Just listen to it my friend – its relatively marveilleuse!”
Relatively.
Item # 8, Shine On, turned out to be no better than any generic painting. Watchable, but not memorable. The instrumental paintbrush solo turned out to be mere filler – Desrochers had thought it was memorable, but Le Examiner dissented.
By now Desrochers was starting to feel at a loss. Was it THAT bad? Was it really? Coming from the renowned American artist, famous for his earth-changing portrait of ancient Wisemen and the self-deprecating collage called You’re Beautiful? How could it be? Although personally, Desrochers detested the latter work, he could not help wondering how the artist – which his gallery had found so easy to exhibit back in the era of his previous work, Back To Bedlam – seemed to have degraded so so much.
Desrochers received the full magnitude of his exhibit’s fate when Domingo got to work #9.
“God!!! DESSSRRROOOCCCHHHERRRSSS!!!!”
Antoine Desrochers was afraid of listening to what was to come as he went meekly to Domingo’s side.
“Y-yes, Monsieur?”
“Zis one, Annie. She is a portrait about stardom, no?”
“Y-yes, M-m-monsieur.”
“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU REPEATED THAT THEME?!?”
Desrochers was at a loss. What? Repeated what theme? He voiced the latter question.
“THAT THEME!!!” bellowed Domingo. “That theme of stardom!!!”
Desrochers did not get what Domingo was getting at. Evidently his confusion showed, as Domingo gave another roar and strode off around the room, gestulating wildly at half the paintings present.
“One of the Brightest Stars, Shine On, now Annie, and whats the next one – ” Domingo went off to check the title of exhibit #10 “- ah, non!!! This one is about stars and celebrities too!!”
Desrochers whirled around blindly. It was true – at least half of all the pictures in the room had tones of stardom in them. He could hear them shouting at him from every crevice of the room-
“We always knew that you were one of the brightest stars-“
“Cause Annie you’re a star!!“
“And when you sell your soul, for a leading role-”
“They can scream and shout that they’ve been sold out-”
Desrochers grabbed his head. Good Lord no!! The enemy of all art – redundancy!! Desrochers could hardly believe himself; how was this possible?
Meanwhile, Domingo was raging on:
“It’s uninspired, insepid and unentertaining! We do want to see varying levels of emotion, but it has to be variable! The medium has to be kept interesting! It must have a certain level of attractiveness that will entice people to come and listen to their sounds again, and again, and again!! Desrochers, NONE of your portraits here have those qualities!”
Desrochers was in a mess. He grabbed tufts of his hair. Somehow he found himself speaking-
“But Give Me Some Love, 1973, I Really Want You; what about them?”
“They are NOTHING!!!” roared Domingo; his hat fell off his head in his expulsion of vitreous emotion. “Nothing! They are acceptable, yes, but you want more than that – especially when there is a benchmark to live up to!
“There must be quality, Monsieur Desrochers, quality!! It must be memorable!”
Desrochers slumped to the ground. It was not going to work. All The Lost Souls had accounted for nothing with the Examiner. He had failed.
“If this was a music album, my friend Desrochers, it would be savaged and ridiculed! It’s boring! None of the tracks are very good in their own right, and for this I am disappointed – I had expected more from this American artist, much much more.”
Domingo grabbed his fallen hat and headed to the door. Desrochers watched him leave from where he sat on the floor; the review was done, the marks were in – there was nothing more he could say or do.
But the great Placido Domingo had one last thing to add:
“Monsieur Desrochers -” he began, putting on his hat. “-this is definitely not something to lose your soul for.”
55%
Selected Portraits Tracks: Give Me Some Love, I Really Want You, One of The Brightest Stars.
Selected Fiascos Duds: Annie, Shine On, Same Mistake, I’ll Take Everything, I Can’t Hear The Music.
Winter…
September 2007.
Is-
October 2007.
HERE.
November 2007.
=D
PS-Hats off to the guy/girl who can recognize the literary allusion in the title of this post=)
The University of Ottawa.
Love it, love it, love it.
=)
Looking for my head and my heart.
The coming two weeks have the potential to possibly define how I do in my first year at university. Here’s why:
Timeline:
Tuesday, 13th November 2007:
Chemistry 1311 Formal Lab Report….4.0%
Physics 1121 In-class Quiz………………0.5%
Wednesday, 14th November 2007:
Calculus 1330 Midterm Exam…………20%
Thursday, 15th November 2007:
Biology 1130 Midterm Exam………….15%
Geology 1115 Lab Test 3………………..6.5%
Friday, 16th November 2007:
Physics 1121 In-class Quiz……………..0.5%
Then it’s the weekend. Not much fun-I can tell you that-cause we can already see at this point what the coming week holds.
Monday, 19th November 2007:
Biology 1130 Lab Report………………….2.5%
Physics 1121 Formal Lab Report……..6.0%
Tuesday, 20th November 2007:
Physics 1121 In-class Quiz………………0.5%
Physics 1121 Online Assignment……..2.0%
Thursday, 22nd November 2007:
Chemistry 1311 Midterm Exam……..11%
Geology 1115 Lab Test 4…………………6.5%
Friday, 23rd November 2007:
Physics 1121 In-class Quiz…………….0.5%
“GRAND” TOTAL: 75.5%
Can you FRIGGING BELIEVE IT?!? That’s almost ONE WHOLE COURSE RIGHT THERE!!!
And did I mention finals are coming up barely a couple of weeks after the last Friday on the list?
Welcome to Canada. Where they cram the contents of a semester into three months.
=.=
It was my housemate Marc’s idea; he bought the clocks and glued them to the wall, and I spent a whole hour looking for-and printing-well-sized pictures from the net.
Actually, its been around for a while, but I still think it’s neat=)
But to be honest, two-thirds of the setup was kinda useless for a bit…cause Canada and Malaysia are EXACTLY 12 hours apart @.@ Bleargh lol. I got a bit tired of explaining that to visitors who thought we somehow screwed up the timing =.=”
But now DST (Daylight Saving Time) is over, and we are now THIRTEEN hours behind woot!!
XD
At least until we’re a third through 2008-and then the game begins again lol.
Album: Paper Walls
Artist: Yellowcard
Release Date: 17th July 2007
Number of Tracks: 13
Release Date: 17th July 2007
Number of Tracks: 13
The Yellowcard craze hit (most of us) back in 2004, when they released their Ocean Avenue album which spawned hits such as Ocean Avenue and Only One. I didn’t pay much attention to them back (I never listened to all of the first album despite numerous opportunities) then as I believed that the band was just like any other generic group with a pair of random guitarists, and a vocalist capable of stretching his audio a bit.
Then I went to Buy Sell Trade-a cheap second hand shop in Subang-last year, and caught sight of their second album Lights and Sounds sitting on a shelf going for RM5 @.@ And that my friends, I thought was a deal you can’t turn down because even if the album isn’t that good, chances are I’ll be getting your RM 5’s worth in the form of at least one or two average tracks.
Which is exactly what happened =.=”
Lights and Sounds (to me) was a very very average album, with only two or three songs worth listening to; and even that required at least twenty listens to discover and appreciate; even this small joy wore away after the thirtieth listen. What I DID discover however, is that the band had a violinist, was very good at holding a tune and melded all their influences pretty well.
Actually, IMHO, the fact that they HAVE a violinist should be a good enough excuse for the band to really experiment and break new grounds; let’s face it: which other mainstream band has a violin in their line up except you, Yellowcard? For me, this in itself is partially a disappointment-we really should be seeing some variety and reduced generic-ness from this particular band; one more gripe I really did have however was with their vocalist-I thought he was too whiny, and this was very much not to my liking (and apparently Adib’s too LOL) >.< Quote: “Bapak tak sedap suara vocalist dia!!” @.@ LOL
Hence it was with not much anticipation that I opened up my copy of Paper Walls, the band’s latest studio album. The album contains thirteen tracks, and the first thing I say about it is that it is way way waaay better than the tepid Lights and Sounds. The album opens with the hard-rocking track The Takedown, which is a kinda okay song in it’s own right with a decent rhythm and a strong opening guitar strum. It’s pretty listenable and definitely better than three quarters of the songs in Lights and Sounds, but I thought that the first single-Light Up The Sky-would have been able to better set the mood of the album due to its tonal control of the mood, as compared to The Takedown’s let’s-get-into-it approach.
After The Takedown we are then treated to songs like Shrink The World, Keeper and Fighting as the opening quartet-they’re not bad, I’d say; Fighting gets my nod for the strongest of the lot. The songs have solid rhythm, and you quickly realize these boys certainly do know how to produce listenable songs. There are things to listen out for: I appreciate the frantic drumwork and Ryan Key’s steady handling of the rhythm guitar, coupled with the interludes of the band’s violinist. However, my initial thesis stands-Yellowcard does nothing at all whatsoever to set itself aside from other rock bands and thus obtain solid, lasting fans, and truly positive opinions-the band playing the tracks could have been Good Charlotte or The Click Five for all I care-they are THAT generic.
But then just as you are about to turn off the player and listen to some good ol’ All-American Rejects genericness, the album moves into its second half, which opens with the lamenting tunes of Shadows and Regrets. My first reaction after listening to this song was “WOW”=D This ode to friendship and regrets is easily one of the best tracks on the album-what makes it better is when you understand the background behind the song: it is a tribute to a friend of the band who passed away; this friend was by the name of Shad…observe the title of the song at this point=)
Okay, you start thinking here that maybe it was a fluke-maybe Yellowcard only does ballads and laments well; hell NO. Five Becomes Four is the next track up, and again you start gripping the vinyl sides of your speakers. Another amazing track is in the offing-listen to the way the track is arranged and the way the guitars support the violin, and not the other way around-much like Waiting Game, one of the few gems in Lights and Sounds. The song’s motif is repeated, and pressed on again and again in the chorus that moves into into a small vocal stretch before driving home with another dash of the chorus. Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves another gem.
The entertainment caused by these two songs holds long enough to get you to the tenth song on the album-Dear Bobbie. This one is for all the pathetic and lame saps out there who believe in the ridiculous notion of everlasting love and sincerity from youth to age between two human lovers…so yeah I guess it’s for me. This ode, partially narrated by Ryan Key’s actual grandfather, is a beautiful song and is worth listening to again, and again, and again…check out the gentle piano in the background and the none-too-subtle acoustic guitar strumming. And just listen to the lyrics…=)
Now, “Do you remember? I do…”=’)
Yellowcard’s not done yet; You and Me and One Spotlight follows, and by this point, you’ll be willing to pay more than RM 5 to own this album-you’ll end up multiplying that figure in your head by two by the time this eleventh track is done. This strong, rhythmic track is one of my favourites due to the hope that I think I can listen to in the vocalist’s tone. For me, this is a song of dedication, how the world can be set for just two people who are made for each other, and also the uniqueness plus pure strength of such moments of union.
Ah, bliss…a song after my own heart=)
“Girl put on your best tonight-it’s you and me and not much time…“
It doesn’t really matter that the last two tracks are barely more than a revisit of the plain-ness of the opening quartet-the album has done enough to prove that it is more than worth a listen, and for that I give Yellowcard credit. I do concede that I may be basing my rather positive review on the abysmal Lights and Sounds; nevertheless, there were some entirely independent things about this latest effort that I really liked, aside from the relative upgrade from their previous album. Firstly, I thought that the song and lyrics were generally strong, and that this helped influence the overall mood of the album; secondly, I am glad to see the band’s vocalist playing to his strengths and utilizing his voices in the ranges in which it doesn’t shatter sandpaper, and finally there is also slightly more use of their trump card in the album (the damned violin), which I believe can only be for the better.
The house isn’t that empty, the ink has not run out, and it deserves more than being burnt to the ground.
70%.
Selected tracks: You and Me and One Spotlight, Shadows and Regrets, Five Becomes Four, Dear Bobbie, Cut Me Mick, Light Up The Sky.
Selected duds: Shrink The World. Hmm, not that many real duds, interestingly…I’m adding a two percent to the overall score for that.
72%.
LOL.
If not blogging was a crime, I’d probably have been subjected to the death penalty about five times by now, and be some sort of extra-concentrated ghost lol. Hey there people, how’s it going? I have been busy-yes, you probably guessed as much-with exams, assignments and lab reports, hence even the subject of this post is relatively dated.
Anyway, introducing the Hart House Invitational Debating Championships 2007:
=D
The tournament was held from the 19th to the 21st of October, and for the uninformed and the uninitiated, Hart House is part of the University of Toronto, which itself is five hours south of Ottawa. This annual tournament would also be the first competition of which I am officially representing the English Debating Society (EDS) of the University of Ottawa-Guindon Cup last week did not (and could not) count as I was a swing lol.
The University of Ottawa sent four people as its representative contingent: there was Amy Kishek, our vice-president who would hybrid throughout the tournament with Shaugnessy from Carleton University; my partner Yolanda Jiang; Oscar Wasilik (one wild dude!=D) and of course me, myself and I=) Oscar was our judge, whereas Yolanda and I would form the only pure University of Ottawa EDS team; Amy I have already mentioned to be hybriding.
The contingent met up at 8am and headed down to the nearby bus station before bussing down from Ottawa to Toronto on the Greyhound bus service. On the Greyhound…cramped seats, hard chair, rickety busses-stick with Transnasional folks. Or Naeila. LOL.
We arrived at Toronto at 2.30pm, checked in at Days Inn Hotel (all paid by the University, so thank you very much=D), and took a breather. We left the room and headed down to Hart House to begin the tournament at 4.30=D
U of Toronto, St George main entrance.
HOLY CRAP THE U OF TORONTO IS GORGEOUS=D Seriously, with its medieval style architecture and contrasting themes of the university buildings, it really is a nice campus to visit.
GET IN HERE!!
Lol, it’s so nice that at times I was almost wistful of the fact that I never thought of applying to the U of T!! XD
The fun started when we headed to the register to officially begin our tournament-we had to think of a team name lol. Neither Yolanda or myself had a penchant for naming so we duly turned to Oscar to supply us with a credible team name. The dude was holding a copy of The Economist at the time @.@
“This thing’s made for this sorta stuff guys.”
What? Oscar?…
So we took the magazine, opened it and blindly took one of the headers from the magazine’s numerous articles…
BOOM!
Say hello to EDS Panic on the Boardwalk @.@ And this is how we did:
Round 1: TH Supports Increased Government Video Surveillance OG: Queen’s Andy Gold vs Josh Weinstein (3rd) OO: UBC The Sexual Curators (1st)CG: Yale WX (2nd)
CO: EDS Panic on the Boardwalk (4th) Round 2: TH Supports Affirmative Action in Developing Countries OG: Colgate D (4th)
OO: EDS Panic on the Boardwalk (2nd)
CG: Colgate A (3rd)
CO: Colgate B (1st) …yeah you can tell we were in a really weird room >.< Round 3: THW Privatize Space (like, the one up there) OG: EDS Panic on the Boardwalk (3rd) OO: HWS GG (4th)
CG: Laurier The Gold Team (2nd)
CO: Colgate C (1st) Round 4: THBT Health Canada Should Purchase Opiates From Afghanistan OG: Western “I’m Wajid” (3rd)
OO: EDS Panic on the Boardwalk (1st)
CG: Queen’s Paris vs Everyone (2nd)
CO: Swing B (4th) Round 5:THW Remove Charitable Tax Exempt Status From Religious Organizations OG: McGill Hypocrite Lecteur (3rd)
OO: McGill Lady of Situations (2nd)
CG: EDS Panic on the Boardwalk (4th)
CO: HWS Double D’s (1st) Final Result for EDS Panic on the Boardwalk: 6 points overall, 377 speaker points, ranked 41st My scores: (again, a 38.5 is the tournament “good”) 38-39-38-39.5-37; total of 191.5, ranked 46th overall.
Needless to say, we didn’t exactly break borders and smash world records. However, it was an EXCELLENT learning experience; I got the watch an excellent semifinal and a powerful finale to top it all. The relative depth of the debaters there was awesome-you guys should see Leon Grek and Adam Gaya of McGill University do their stuff-and it was also the first time I ever saw REAL, LIVE, HARVARD STUDENTS!!! Hahahahaha that is so lame!=p
But seriously, have you? You Malaysian you?=p
The tournament also gave me lots to think about-I know now how terribly out of depth I am in terms of general knowledge >.< Hmm, correction-I knew it beforehand, but was never infused with the actual urge and the desire to better my efforts lol. I hereby resolve to do more to fix my lack of knowledge, and also to strive to rectify my speaking style further Remember how I resolved to change my speaking style and remove the bullet-trains from existence? I tried doing that, but in the fourth round I decided to dump the model and go ahead at full speed…check the result and compare it to the others >.<
Anyhow, the conclusion is that either there’s still LOTS of work for me to do, or I should consider fusing the Malaysian fire and the Canadian reasoning on more grounds.
Knocked out in the prelims, Yolanda, Oscar (from what I hear, he was an awesome judge) and I decided to just chill and enjoy the weekend. We hung around on campus in the most obscure Hart House nooks and crannies; chatted in the hotel room up to 4am, talking about topics like Poland and Malaysian sovereignty before ending on something as random as the Crime and Punishment novel (And yes Oscar I swear I’ll read that someday lol). We also took pictures=)
I really was at Hart House, University of Toronto=)
Check out the walls of this tower @.@
Yolanda Jiang; Irving Tan Zhi Mian=EDS Panic on the Boardwalk.
Panicking on the boardwalk .
You guys made Toronto great for me=)
Check out the social!! It was held at this oh-so-grand, chapel-like kinda ballroom thingy. The main source of lights were dimmed chandeliers ten feet up in the air, so sorry about the lack of quality of the photos:
Before the social.
Now, compare this “live band” with the one at NHSD lol!! Prestige=)
And I thought you guys might want to see some pics from the semifinals and the finals=D Liner note: the Hart House Invitational 2007 was won by the team McGill Jug Jug Jug, manned by Adam Gaya and Saro Setrakian. The best overall speaker was Leon Grek from McGill University; the guy also won the public speaking tournament @.@
Hart House Finals
Leon Grek-of McGill Handful of Dust-in the semifinals.
And lol I can’t forget the joke Leon Grek made in the public speaking finals! He was given the topic “The Most Dangerous Thing I’ve Done”; he talked about himself apparently having gone to an Iraqi restaurant over the holidays. He then proceeded to add that the restaurant was relatively quiet, and that everyone there was eating eggs-sunny side up; and washed down with cheese curds (geddit geddit?=D), and how they all ended by ordering a round of sectarian violence LOL!!
Sigh. I had such a good time I was so damn sorry to get on the bus home to Ottawa=( I can’t wait to return for next year’s edition, and God willing , this time I will make bigger waves-God I WANT to make bigger waves, seriously.
Cause do you know how it feels to be just ONE point away from being named best overall novice speaker?!! >.<
LOL=)
Cheers people!!
Love from me in Toronto Ottawa!!=)
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