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4.7.02 today wasn't as horrible as everyone expected. timetable for today was: 1pm - 6pm, writcomm and social psychology.the beginning was quite alright i suppose, throwing balls toward the intended recipient and asking each other what we had for breakfast, which schools we were from, and repeatedly landing balls on unanticipating heads. mr daniel chan, at least, wasn't ambiguous in sexual preference. unlike some other tutors. *koff*. 2nd and 3rd hour of the tutorial was what hurt most, with justin & randy (course transfer-ees) doing much of the discussion with mr chan regarding the topic. a *few* others chipped in in anguish, trying to define 'art', 'bad people' and 'good books'. can't these people speak in less cheem english to cater to us sin-ga-por-eans? that's one of the methods taught in soc. psyc., where you're supposed to lower your (whichever) standards in order for everyone to understand whatever the *&$%@ you're saying. richard and i were trying in vain to try contribute, but ended up getting 0% for 'participation', unlike some other 1/10th of the class. up till now, we have no perception whatsoever regarding what we're going to do for our 1st assignment. think i'll go back to those pri 4 assessment books too... 3 hours of utter confusion was over, then everyone made their way to socpsyc class. which wasn't too bad. lecturer is so-so, but not as mental/hyper as mr tan, our audiotech shifu. we were asked to list down the methods of communication that were going on, then we each contributed our own ideas to mr chan, the 'socpsychisist'. words like radio, newspapers, shouting, sex, irc chat etc. were suggested. i somehow came up with 'murder'. now everyone refers me to 'murderer' :P i don't blame 'em... i've already got a few targets in mind.. primarily those who suggested integrating writcomm. into FSV >:( the bloody tooth wound (pun intend) is still hurting like hell, and i've probably gained some 2kg just from that now routine intake of paracetamol. i attempted to end the pain yesterday - once and for all - by sprinkling salt straight into the wound, then trying to either black out from the pain or just sleep in a flow of tears. woke up this morning and discovered that the area had turned purple, and the pain was still registering from my *#%!-up nerve endings. aww man, if it doesn't wear off by sunday, i'm going to ask dr chow to give me a lifetime supply of anaesthetic. oh yeah, an update of the bloodied tooth piccie i took some 5 days ago: 
(blood, glorious blood!) and if you happen to see some guy out there trying his best to tilt his head 180 degrees upside-down in the public, he's probably just attempting to discharge the horrible-tasting liquid that accumulates in his tooth wound after every meal. believe me, he's not that thick-skinned to go down and, erm, capture kodak™ moments. it's finally friday! simi diam siah?! 0 Comments: |
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