Study I should. 1 More Paper...But who feels like studying, however exciting Mahan's theroy of Naval Superiority or how the war strategy has change because of technology.
ANyway this is my to-do list:
(Some of them I already sneak-start to-do)
-choose a nice blogskin for my blog Need all the help I can get.
-learn how to insert pictures or anything I want to put on my sidebar (anybody who knows how to do that please email me. The stupid profile picture is so ridiculously small that nobody will notice even if I paste a Mo Xiaoling photo over it...and they limit it to 50KB. Who on earth can take a decent picture that is of 50KB??) I need all the advice anyone can give. PLEASE!!!
-buy new skirt for work. Hmmm in case anyone hasn't noticed, I don't own any skirt that is not a miniskirt.
-shop for diamantes to embellish my clothes. I look like I have new clothes all the time because I have a hobby of pulling apart of clothes to create a new look
-shop for more diamante to make accessories. I'll list it for sale if they're nice. If they're too nice I'll keep it for myself.
-get christmas presentsSSSsss
-Think about my new shoes. Wear them around the house or something.
-sleep more
-go shopping with Laura and take alot of photos. Alot Alot Alot...
-excercise off my *Blubbers*
-enforce my diabolic plan to free myself from being exploited by the low-lying bourgeois. Will be explained in due time.
*******Mum just called me from China. Glad to know she's having fun...Daddy's joining her in a few days. I can't go cos i'll be working. Sad I am*******
Monday, December 04, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
The Prof Farrell syndrome
I was so deep in thoughts and busy in SMS-ing today just after my War and Society Paper that I got scared out of my daylight when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder followed by a very familiar deep booming voice of Prof Farrell saying that he was really glad to see my applications for the internship. I took like 10 seconds to recover from the shock and all the while babbling incoherently like an idiot about how he bloody scared me. It's like he has like this sense of aura about him and is so tall and he knows EVERYTHING in the world(the best probably being about divorce), that I always felt a little dumb when I'm talking to him.
Anyway, when he said that and after I head towards a different direction in the History dept, I felt a little sad. Those words seemed to be like the last sentence that he will ever say to me, unless I'm doing my honours. The war and society module exam today seems to mark the end of the Farrell modules for me. I so want to take all his modules, and the other day in one of his "Come see me session", I casually asked him if he'd be doing the Singapore MIlitary History Module the next sem (because it is not reflected on the module website for the next sem), I was like super disappointed when he pointed out that he'd only be doing 2 modules; none of which I can take, because, I've taken 1 already and the other one is like for the honours students. So if I decide to just pursue a Bachelor, today's exam effectively marks the end of Farrell's lesson!!!! *SOBZ*
Farrell is like my idol ever since I have decided to major in history, and although when I first got taught by him in my 1st sem, I was super stressed, that I wanted to drop the module; but I grew fond of his every style and regard him as the BESTEST history professor in the whole wide world. If I'm going to teach, I wanna be able to teach like him. Okie not really...but you get my point. I used to think that he wears his jeans too high, but over the semesters, I've grown to regard them as being very "Farrell". That it's almost like a brand. PLus I lurrrve it when he puts both his hands on his tummy. I would stare when he does that until there was once I think he might have caught me staring. Hurhurhur...! But it's wierd because somehow I'll imagine a s-sized t-shirt fitted over it, ever since the time he kept suaning me in class over my t-shirt that says "TROUBLE". Ask any of my project mates in the module about the sort of nonsense we whisper about Farrell in class.
Anyway...Why did he say that he was glad that I sign up for the intership? Does it mean that he thinks I'm too slack, so he's glad that I'm finally booked myself and internship and do some "real" job? And if he had read through my application I'll just die of embarrassment because I wrote a very "self-glorifying", extremely cheesy Reasons for Application that I thought wouldn't matter because nobody other than Dr Mark Emmanual would vet through it, and since he didn't know me personally, I'll only start to worry about that part if I get the SAM internship.
Which I did! =p They just called me.
Anyway it was funny cos when I went for the interview with Dr Emmanual, I walked pass him along the dept's corridor, without knowing that it was him, and asked Prof Farrell where he is, right IN FRONT OF him.
Anyway, when he said that and after I head towards a different direction in the History dept, I felt a little sad. Those words seemed to be like the last sentence that he will ever say to me, unless I'm doing my honours. The war and society module exam today seems to mark the end of the Farrell modules for me. I so want to take all his modules, and the other day in one of his "Come see me session", I casually asked him if he'd be doing the Singapore MIlitary History Module the next sem (because it is not reflected on the module website for the next sem), I was like super disappointed when he pointed out that he'd only be doing 2 modules; none of which I can take, because, I've taken 1 already and the other one is like for the honours students. So if I decide to just pursue a Bachelor, today's exam effectively marks the end of Farrell's lesson!!!! *SOBZ*
Farrell is like my idol ever since I have decided to major in history, and although when I first got taught by him in my 1st sem, I was super stressed, that I wanted to drop the module; but I grew fond of his every style and regard him as the BESTEST history professor in the whole wide world. If I'm going to teach, I wanna be able to teach like him. Okie not really...but you get my point. I used to think that he wears his jeans too high, but over the semesters, I've grown to regard them as being very "Farrell". That it's almost like a brand. PLus I lurrrve it when he puts both his hands on his tummy. I would stare when he does that until there was once I think he might have caught me staring. Hurhurhur...! But it's wierd because somehow I'll imagine a s-sized t-shirt fitted over it, ever since the time he kept suaning me in class over my t-shirt that says "TROUBLE". Ask any of my project mates in the module about the sort of nonsense we whisper about Farrell in class.
Anyway...Why did he say that he was glad that I sign up for the intership? Does it mean that he thinks I'm too slack, so he's glad that I'm finally booked myself and internship and do some "real" job? And if he had read through my application I'll just die of embarrassment because I wrote a very "self-glorifying", extremely cheesy Reasons for Application that I thought wouldn't matter because nobody other than Dr Mark Emmanual would vet through it, and since he didn't know me personally, I'll only start to worry about that part if I get the SAM internship.
Which I did! =p They just called me.
Anyway it was funny cos when I went for the interview with Dr Emmanual, I walked pass him along the dept's corridor, without knowing that it was him, and asked Prof Farrell where he is, right IN FRONT OF him.
Eating Biscuits...
I am never eating biscuits with you again!
If I want biscuits I'll wait for you to sleep then eat to my heart's contents.
If I want biscuits I'll wait for you to sleep then eat to my heart's contents.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I just had my Social Variance of Language
paper today. And I think I should just eat shit and die. The questions were like so bloody cheem and so there were and too many points to ponder upon and just too many questions to answer within 2 hours. This is the kind of paper that You look at it and you don't even know what it is talking about or what the question is asking. There are about a million layers of meanings in a sentence and that's why I HATE sociology becos I can never look beneath the surface of the question with some imagination and answer the question. Kenasai. Granted they are the 'application' type. But then how do you apply when you don't even know what it is talking about???? Tutorial also like that, the type of questiona that are asked is the type that even Karl Marx wouldn't have an iota of idea what they are asking. Nobody in class ever gets what the question is actually asking.
For example:
The question: Accents closer to standard pronounciation tend to be more highly regarded than localized accents. IN industrial societies, universal education and mass media make the standard accessible to all strata of society. Yet dialect persist, why?
my answer: Because people use dialects and non-standard variations to show solidarity among people of the same speech community. (simple right? make sense right?)
But then hor what the question is actually asking, according to the tutor, WHy is there differences in usage patterns of language?
Wah siao who go and link here link there and twist the question until like that?
Then the more or less correct answer is
Because a idea of a "standard" language is a ideologically laden. It is a real concept, but not an objective one. Hence, there is no clear boundary in standard language, because acquiring a language is an ongoing process of acculturation. (My insert before I fully understood what the question meant)There will always be deviation from the "standard" form, as people meet, form new networks, migrat etc. Hence there is no purely linguistic justification of what is a a dialect.
Go one big round just to say because there is no such thing. Think I'm so free issit??? Crazy Kukunaden
I feel soooo devasted. SO depressed. This is only my first paper and it's horrible. And horrible not becos I didn't study or prepare enough, but simply because I'm not cheem enough. Sian. I should just go online shopping on Amazon.com for the rest of the exam period. It's like losing the air campaign 1st step into the Gulf War. I'm sure if the Air campaigns of the UN coalition was twarted by the Republican guard, the ground troops will feel as demoralized as me lor. Sian~~~
For example:
The question: Accents closer to standard pronounciation tend to be more highly regarded than localized accents. IN industrial societies, universal education and mass media make the standard accessible to all strata of society. Yet dialect persist, why?
my answer: Because people use dialects and non-standard variations to show solidarity among people of the same speech community. (simple right? make sense right?)
But then hor what the question is actually asking, according to the tutor, WHy is there differences in usage patterns of language?
Wah siao who go and link here link there and twist the question until like that?
Then the more or less correct answer is
Because a idea of a "standard" language is a ideologically laden. It is a real concept, but not an objective one. Hence, there is no clear boundary in standard language, because acquiring a language is an ongoing process of acculturation. (My insert before I fully understood what the question meant)There will always be deviation from the "standard" form, as people meet, form new networks, migrat etc. Hence there is no purely linguistic justification of what is a a dialect.
Go one big round just to say because there is no such thing. Think I'm so free issit??? Crazy Kukunaden
I feel soooo devasted. SO depressed. This is only my first paper and it's horrible. And horrible not becos I didn't study or prepare enough, but simply because I'm not cheem enough. Sian. I should just go online shopping on Amazon.com for the rest of the exam period. It's like losing the air campaign 1st step into the Gulf War. I'm sure if the Air campaigns of the UN coalition was twarted by the Republican guard, the ground troops will feel as demoralized as me lor. Sian~~~
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
There's a stoopid, uneducated, insolent piece of shit
in the form of an ah beng working as a hawker in the PGP BLOCK 8 canteen. He takes orders for the zi char store and he thinks he's so great. Usually I see him only feel like smacking his face already. From his swagger, the uncouth way he talks, the way his half-fucked face looks at you, everything about him irks me off. Even the food his stall cook is not so nice and super oily, but my bf thinks that it is the only stall that is remotely decent in PGP so we occasionally buy from that stall, if we are not cooking and we are not going out. But this uneducated, insolent piece of shit ah beng pulled the last string yesterday.
Usually my string is more elastic than this...but his mannerism and my impression of him already pulled it to the tightest. Then yesterday, he was super rude to us because he was closing. Granted that we got hungry only very late and whatever we wanted to order was finished, so we took a while to decide on alternatives...and all the while, he impatiently and very very very rudely in the most ah beng manner possible, hollared that he's closing, so hurry make up our minds. When we ask him what food does he have left then, he gave a very stupid and useless answer and kept "tsk tsk-ing" impatiently. OKie, if you want to close already, why can't you just say so nicely? We are afterall customers. If you are so eager to go home then don't sell us la, why must you do the "tsk". So, being very pissed off, I dragged my boyfriend from the stall and went to the next-door stall to queue. They were probably buddy stall because the sell almost similar food. Then the stoopid ah beng whom I decide to ignore blatantly went to the other stall, and just when we were about to order, he called out "Not selling...closing" TaMaDe *fucker!!
It was possible that was coincidental, so my and ZY went to the mixed veg stall to order, but when we turned around, the stall continued to take orders from 2 stupid fat PRCs who don't look like they need another meal of oily zi char food. Then I caught the ah beng smirking from the corner of my eye. If I were Batman I would have fry his finger in the pot of oil in his kitchen. Or maybe the next time when I eat at his stall, I'll take a whole stack of chopsticks and plastic spoon; even better, the next time I don't even order from his stall and I just take a huge serving of plastic spoon. Dammit..I hate ah bengs. Even when I was relief teaching, I hate ah bengs. They all think they can attract female teachers by stalking them, or talking loudly with their greasy face (and hair), or filming me when I'm teaching, or by calling them "chiobu". Please lor, you all are just a bunch of brainless KUKNADENs to me. Even Saddam Hussein is more attactive can.
Usually my string is more elastic than this...but his mannerism and my impression of him already pulled it to the tightest. Then yesterday, he was super rude to us because he was closing. Granted that we got hungry only very late and whatever we wanted to order was finished, so we took a while to decide on alternatives...and all the while, he impatiently and very very very rudely in the most ah beng manner possible, hollared that he's closing, so hurry make up our minds. When we ask him what food does he have left then, he gave a very stupid and useless answer and kept "tsk tsk-ing" impatiently. OKie, if you want to close already, why can't you just say so nicely? We are afterall customers. If you are so eager to go home then don't sell us la, why must you do the "tsk". So, being very pissed off, I dragged my boyfriend from the stall and went to the next-door stall to queue. They were probably buddy stall because the sell almost similar food. Then the stoopid ah beng whom I decide to ignore blatantly went to the other stall, and just when we were about to order, he called out "Not selling...closing" TaMaDe *fucker!!
It was possible that was coincidental, so my and ZY went to the mixed veg stall to order, but when we turned around, the stall continued to take orders from 2 stupid fat PRCs who don't look like they need another meal of oily zi char food. Then I caught the ah beng smirking from the corner of my eye. If I were Batman I would have fry his finger in the pot of oil in his kitchen. Or maybe the next time when I eat at his stall, I'll take a whole stack of chopsticks and plastic spoon; even better, the next time I don't even order from his stall and I just take a huge serving of plastic spoon. Dammit..I hate ah bengs. Even when I was relief teaching, I hate ah bengs. They all think they can attract female teachers by stalking them, or talking loudly with their greasy face (and hair), or filming me when I'm teaching, or by calling them "chiobu". Please lor, you all are just a bunch of brainless KUKNADENs to me. Even Saddam Hussein is more attactive can.
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