College Road Run 2009 at ECP

Alright first up, 2 very unrelated photos! Hahaha melody tied this for me! my head looks so tiny -.-
Part of modern dance club! :D
College Run at ECP! :D
Melody and I at the Sand Castle Area! :D
Hamid, Rachel, Me and Wen Zhen!
Chen Xiao Li!!! XIAO LI FEI DAO!!! :D Hahaha btw I love to call him Li2 Li3 (lily)! :p
Mel and Me! With that teacher's extra face -.-!!!
Caught slacking during the run! :p

AO6 flag!

09A06 OOOOSH!

Being Kpos :p

Mel, Me and Boo Boo (Rachel)!

Spasm is likely to take place :D

HAHA INNER JOKE!!!! :p (R, ZG, F) btw we're immitating ppl's faces lah hahaha

Whooo awesome!

My leg seems to be better alr, just that it feels like my flexibility is back to square one :( Shaotong!!!! You must help me pushhhhhhhhh!!! HAHAHAHA sounds like im in labour -.-

Oh anw, today's literature group work was to write in reponse to this poem.

To his Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years shouls go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of cast eternity
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in they marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while they willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

by Andrew Marvell
(I really liked how the poet wrote it in the persona's point of view, but it's damn insulting!!!)

Our response:

My long preserved prestige,
Not to be infiltrated by a pin.
I deemed myself worthy or much more,
rather than spend time with your enlarged pores.

I have spent my days in gleeful bliss,
without you looking at my tits.
Your groping eyes I would give a miss,
I'd rather give that frog a kiss.

HAHAHAHAHAHA DAMN FUNNY!!! TO BE CONTINUED!!!