Friday has come and so marks the end of the reopening week of school. Things are going to get a hell lot more hectic from here on out. Of course, as a part and parcel of the new school term, is the new Profs. Thus far I've met 4 of my Profs (I have yet to win the bid for my Management Science Module so I've ALSO yet to meet him/her) and things are looking grim. Here are my reviews for my new Profs.
Finance: Get this, his name is, Chiraphol New Chiyachantana. Don't you just love his name? He is obviously a foreigner, no questions about that. Sufficiently understandable though his accent can be abit thick. Actually being able to follow his class is of no problem being that he is so brutally slow and long winded. Here's what bugs me the most about him, he speaks like a motivational speaker. He's like all, "IF you pay attention in class, I GUARANTEE you I will take you step! by! step! through this Finance module. And at the end of this 13 weeks, you will all be EXPERTS in Finance. You will feel better, you will look better, you will wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and love what you see! You will feel more CONFIDENT. I will equip you with the tools to change your life and help you live it the way YOU want it..." He emphasizes every other action verb and speaks so damn loudly.
Marketing: Seshan Ramaswami. This guy speaks so fast I can barely understand him. I remember his introduction. "I'm ori<> Mumbai. <>" 20mins into the lesson I only got that he was born Mumbai. Took me an hour to adapt to his lightning lips. Thing is he stutters at times, so he's kinda like Porky Pig from Looney Toons? You know, "A di-eh-di-ah-dee-ah-dee-ah That's all folks!"
Technology and World Change: Best of the lot. This guy speaks amazingly well.
And now the subject of the post~!
Computer as an analysis tool: Kam Tin Seong. All of you from Temasek, imagine this, Mr. Loo combined with Miss Tang. *shiver* This guy has OBVIOUSLY been hurt bad. Emotionally and Psychologically truamatized. I can barely understand him because of his horrendous English. Fuck, even as Singlish its bad. Pronounces develope - dee voo loop. I felt this terrible urge to walk forward and slap him on his balding head. Thing is he keeps talking about the REAL World. Like we're currently living in Neverland.
This guy was commenting about getting project groupmates, "In the REAL world you'll never work with friends. You only work with enemies! And people who stab you in the back!" Then his face kinda convulses for a second. Then he continues, "When you look for project groupmates, try not to look for people you know. Try to look for all the people you don't like, the weird weird people with funny working habits, like someone who will only work after midnight. Because in the real world, these are the people you will be working with. ."
WTF????? I'm not even making all this up. Can you believe it? This guy is real, or should I say real. Seriously. What's up with the masochistic tendencies. I do not want to work with friends? Someone who will only work after midnight? Who am I supposed to be looking for as a project mate? Dracula? Everytime this fella says "In the real world.." his face kinds of squishes together like he's remembering some terrible time in his life. Me thinks he really didn't like the working world. Backstabbed one too many times by his colleagues.
Oh well, at least the number of pretty girls in my classes have increased exponentially. Last sem there was one in all my classes. This sem there are like almost 10. *giggles happily like a perverted little child* I must say, the new batch of girls... Nice.
Things on my mind: Galactus Valkyrie Emotionally scarred middle aged balding men Boobs
Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {6:07 pm}
Soccer Action Figures
Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {5:30 pm}
Cubicle Adventure
Monday, August 14, 2006
Its 2am Monday morning and I just got back from having drinks with the guys. Tonight we drank to Mr Chong Kah Kheng and I wish him a Happy Birthday.
Anyway, there was an incident that happened just before I left and well.. I couldn't wait to share it. So I was just about to leave so I decided, what the hell, I need to pee. So I went into the single one and only unisex toilet cubicle in the whole pub right? Just as I stepped in, this Kheem Moh Beng in a black tanktop and straight cut jeans rushed into the cubicle before I could close the door. Imagine my shock.
So this guy, Kheem Moh Beng, henceforth referred to as the KMB, looks at me with a grin and goes, "Eh paiseh arh. Share can? Very kanchiong liao."
To which I reply, "Kay."
And he goes, "Close the door leh."
-I close the door-
As we both whip out our respective devices, he goes, "Don't hit me arh."
After which you know, I try to pee. Well I guess I wasn't too comfortable so it took me awhile to start. (He took awhile to start to so I'm guessing he was nervous too)
Now as we both start peeing he goes, (Yes he does most of the talking) "Don't see arh." To which I got abit perplexed because I kind of had to look down, you know to aim. Otherwise I would hit him. But at the same time, I don't really want to see his erm, device either and frankly they WERE in quite close proximity. So I focused my view into the bowl and tried to narrow my peripheral vision to exclude his, ahem, device. So I was actually pretty successful. I finished up and zipped up and at this point, a girl walks in!
She's obviously shocked. First the cubicle wasn't empty. Second there were TWO guys inside. Third they weren't exactly finished. In fact KMB was actually mid-stream. I think he drank quite a lot. She squeals, in embarrassment or excitement I'm not too sure, apologises and closes the door.
KMB then exclaimed, "Why you never lock!!"
Now all three of us were very much distressed, KMB more so than any of us because, well his was still out. After trying to take a peek at mine, the girl runs off, obviously disappointed that I had already zipped up. I washed my hands, and I left the cubicle closing the door behind me. Of course my whole group of friends were sitting just outside the toilet so I think they were confused as to why so many people were going into that one toilet...
Well that was the tale of my pulsating cubicle adventure.
Things on my mind: FOR ONCE, Ahem devices Dice games Boobs
Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {1:55 am}
WTF?
Friday, August 04, 2006
I've never really understood some of the things people do. Check it out.
We really really really DO NOT want you to stand here. Serious. This thing came equipped with flashing red lights by the way. FLASHING red lights. Normally associated with live firing, sirens and danger zones. Now further includes use of anti-stationary human congregation zone demarkation.
First of all, what is this guy doing vandalising the same telephone ritually every morning? Second, the phone doesn't really look all that vandalised. Third, if you knew he vandalised it every morning, why don't you just apprehend the little bugger? Fourth, if you really did hand his case over to the police, didn't you just make it a lot harder for the police to capture the culprit by giving him information that would surely convince him to lie low?
We really really really DO NOT want you to stand here. Serious. This thing came equipped with flashing red lights by the way. FLASHING red lights. Normally associated with live firing, sirens and danger zones. Now further includes use of anti-stationary human congregation zone demarkation.
