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DTRM.02 was founded on 17th April 2006 and was one of the pioneer class of the newly introduced course in Singapore Polytechnic, Diploma in Tourism and Resort Management. On this fateful day, 19 unfamiliar faces met in MLT 10. The journey begins. Bonds were slowly formed and sparks wer eautomatically created.
Clare Fu
Elisha Hoong
Goh Weida
Vanessa Chng
Soh Yanni
Jacelyn Pang
Tan Sze Gee
Loh Yinzi
Jessy
Yuen Tong Ri
Koh Kailin
LeAnn Lee
Goh Cheng Ngee
Lim Sinhui
Wong Sukie
Lim Jiarong
Teo Meijun
Rachael Tan
Joshua Loke
Together, we form class DTRM.02
Okay. Since I am free, I shall tell you guys a story.
Once upon a time, there was this retarded child by the name of Viagra. His english name derived from his chinese name, wei-ge.
He was not only born retarded, but also born with this special illness called the torture-until-you-cry-out-loud illness. When he was 9 years old, his mum decided to do a friend-making session for him, by giving part-timers $10 an hour just to entertain him. Not knowing of the dangers, these group of beautiful and handsome youngsters agreed. The location was at New york new york in Singapore's city hall.
The look on wei-ge's face doesnt bode well for these young and lively bunch. Happily they chatted and nothing went amiss. Until the food came. Sharapo-shua was helping tao-yan-ni take a photo of her and her chicken. But mysteriously, wei-ge came up along with his fork, looking as if he wanted to stab the chicken till it bleeds. Looking shocked, Sharapo-shua immediately asked wei-ge to be careful. 
This is the start of the action. Wei-ge went berserk, screaming and shouting like how a dog barks and how an elephant snores.
He used his fork to poke through his own hand. Blood ozzed out and splattered to everywhere, you could literally see the veins pumping blood out. And that was not enough. 
After he poked through his hand, he decided to brush his gums using his knife. Most people brush teeth and in some rare cases, they brush bird, but he brush his gums. USING HIS KNIFE! He sliced out his gums, piece by piece, like how you slice ham. He then took it out, showed it to us, and swallowed back in. 
We were fear-strucked. Not knowing what to do next, because if we ran, maybe the knife will just slice through our hearts, we sat there looking at each other. Then, wei-ge suggested playing a game. A wonderful game.
He was explaining the rules of the games to us. Look at the faces of the by-standers opposite our table. They looked so stressed up and were trying to finish their food as fast as possible. So that they can run out of this "torture house". Rules of the game are simple. "Kill wei-ge in 15 minutes of you get killed". Weapons included: Knife, tomato sauce, chilli sauce, cup, straw, fork and spoon. First up selected was tao-yan-ni.
She tried stabbing wei-ge's armpit. But due to the large amount of fa cai, there was no effect. The fa cais helped shield wei-ge from his death. 
Then yanni tried to stab him in the stomach, but his belly was too big. Once again, wei-ge survived his ordeal. 15 minutes has passed. Tao-yan-ni's time is up. She will face punishment. That is....... death.
Wei-ge started off but gorging out tao-yan-ni's eyes, using a fork. The left eye was first dug out, slowly, then dipped into chilli sauce, and eaten by wei-ge. As tao-yan-ni's eyes were too small, it couldnt fill up wei-ge's stomach, so he decided to dig out the other 1. This time, he dipped it in mustard and down it goes. Terrorized by the lack of eyes, tao-yan-ni decided that this is her end. She bit her tongue and then choked on it. There she goes, up into the heaven, without her eyes and tongue. I wonder how she travels up without seeing. Maybe she may end up in the wrong place. sorry.
Seeing tao-yan-ni's death, we decided that we should just take the chance and run. Since we will die anyway. So we threw her dead body aside, and ran for our lives.
One of the victims, ostrich-lim saw wei-ge, and still can turn her back and laugh. After which, she realised that he was dangerous and decided to start running. Of we ran, as fast as we could, until wei-ge lost us. I think wei-ge no more strength because his wei-ge use finish already. We headed to the nearest police post and we told mr police what exactly happened.
Soon after, wei-ge appeared on the news, he was convicted of murder and given a death sentence. But before his death sentence, he will be given 189 strokes of the rottan until his butt rots like a rotten tomato.
The convicted wei-ge bring us cheers and happiness. We have photoshopped his face into our picture for remembrance purposes. He gave us such a wonderful experience that we decided to give him some credit =)
Thursday, August 9, 2007 at 5:59 PM
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