Life is taking cheapshots at my ego

Thursday, September 28, 2006
Midterms are just around the corner and things are just going to get busier than it already is. I haven't started on any of my projects and its already week 6. My morale is plummeting and anxiety is rising. And once again its time to bitch about CAT:

I got back Assignment 2 and didn't do too well for it. I got severely penalised for formatting and presentation marks again and this time I can't help but feel that its all very unjustified. There are no specific guidelines as to what he wants and really all he says in justification of his marking methods is that "it just doesn't look pleasing on the eye." Just a tad subjective if you ask me. Comparing my assignment to another one that achieved full marks, I frankly see no noticeable difference that should warrant a 10% difference in marks. Its really not that we don't want to give what the Prof wants but just really that he doesn't want to let us know.

Unfortunately, CAT assignments are the ones that actually take up the most of my time in the week and however the ones that do the worse grade wise. It kills my morale because I'm trying hard and I'm being shot down without any real justifications. The class is for the better part, clueless. I feel as if we're a herd of blind gazelles in the African plains. We don't know where we are and we don't know where to go. The Prof is this emotionally scarred cheetah with a barcode on the head (because of the way he pulls his hair over his balding head) and he's just having the time of his life. And week after week he just launches a flurry of attacks on the herd and the only stupid gazelles that survive, survive only on pure dumb luck. They don't know what's going on. They're as blind as the next gazelle but by pure chance they run away in the right direction. And me? I never run in the right direction. Week after week I feel that bastard leap upon me, dragging me stumbling down onto the ground and I feel his jaws choke the life out of me. And as I trash and struggle in my dark, lightless world, I feel my life blood seep out of the gaping holes on my throat and spill carelessly on the dry plains dirt. And with every week that he kills me, my morale just falls further and further down the swallowing blackness that is the gaping abyss of despair.

What is it that this bastard wants? Will the blind gazelle next to me tell me? Please?


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {12:55 pm}


Cat Cat Cat

Thursday, September 14, 2006
I scored 48/50 for my CAT graded assignment. This was marked by the TA. Amazingly after the Prof went through with the assignment, all that was left was 32 marks. WOW! How the hell did that happen!

Apparently while my methodology was correct, due to his unannounced and obscure marking guidelines that he applies only to his class, there were a disgusting amount of formatting mistakes that were inherent in my assignment.

I'm amused and at the same time my blood is boiling.

He deducts marks for the same formatting mistake across different pages separately. i.e -1 mark per page. All in all by the time he was through, 16 marks were deducted. This counts towards my final grade.

He told us maybe this will teach us to wake up and work hard and to comply with the guidelines. Problem is no one was informed of this "guidelines" so how the Phuck do we comply with guidelines that were nonexistant. I swear at the end of this course I'm going to lodge a complaint against him.

Life Sux.


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {8:58 am}


Castration

Monday, September 11, 2006
Every once in a while the question of what castration really entails pops up and I find that most of the time, the people involved in the discussion rarely agrees on the details. More specifically, do they cut off the balls? Or the penis? Or both? At long last I've done my research on the topic and I now present my findings to, the distinguished and privileged reader. You.

Basically castration is any of the above 3 options qualifies you as an individual who is castrated. Now, I used to think that castration only involved slicing off the balls. Counter argument was given that the Chinese Eunuchs were castrated so they couldn't engage in sexual intercourse with ladies of the court. I said that no balls = no hormones = no horniness = no sex. But someone else said they still could do it and an erection was still possible on the Eunuch's part because really, the occurrence of erections are independent. Suffice to say, no one was a subject matter expert and the argument was inconclusive. I now declare that I was wrong. The Chinese Eunuchs did indeed have to cut off BOTH their balls and their penis and they urinated through a stick. Their sexual organs were then kept preserved in a jar and served as proof of their status. Kind of like a ancient Chinese Degree or Dipolmat certificate.

Other interesting uses of castration, they actually used to cut of the balls of little boys with nice voices to keep their voice from breaking. This was in Italy a long time ago, they evidently have a love for Sopranos. Castration is best done young apparently as older males tend to die from the procedure. Cutting of the balls before puberty also help prevent the penis from growing into an unsightly adult size.


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {11:24 pm}


CAT CAT CAT

Thursday, September 07, 2006
I thought that I had left the teachers of Secondary Sch and JC behind. Looks like I couldn't be more wrong. My CAT prof rocks man. He reminds me of days long gone.

Tan Kah Xiong (PoA teacher): You all are Temasekians. I have taught blah blah blah school before and I can tell you, you are no better than Chai Chee Sec.

Kam Tin Seong (SMU Prof): You all are from SMU, you all are supposed to be better. I have taught in NUS, NTU, Uni of Japan blah blah blah. But I can tell you this, you are nothing special.

Tan Kah Xiong: Look at you. Your shirt tucked out. Never wear badge. Look like Hooligans

Kam Tin Seong: Look at you. (??!??!?) Look at what you're wearing. Look at me, I take the effort to come here in long sleeve shirts and pants. You! Wearing Bermudas and Slippers. You all are Business students for crying out loud.

Sorry I had to bitch. Everything he says very off. He makes some obscure remark about certain submission guidelines during the first class of the term. So no one really remembers except 5 out of 45 people. So he makes this statement. "You might say that the instructions weren't clear. But since there are people who actually strictly follow the guidelines, I must convince myself that I have given clear instructions."

Huh? What flawed logic is that. 5/45 people got it therefore you have made yourself clear? If anything is a clear indication that you have not!

Zomg. Reporting to you live. He's complaining about us calling him "Prof". "I have a name. It's Tin Seong. You can call me Professor Kam or Tin Seong. You expect me to remember your name but how many of you actually know my name and my background." Wahaha what is wrong with him! 35mins later. The lesson has finally started. Can't believe I had to listen to him bitch so much. Maybe his wife doesn't know his name and doesn't pay attention to him that's why he demands so much of it from us.


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {8:56 am}


I thought CAT was bad

Sunday, September 03, 2006
Just the other night, I was sitting in my room, air-conditioner switched on and everything, and doing stuff that all guys do on the computer. No no, I wasn't surfing porn. Anyways, my mom and her dog comes into my room and my mom goes on about some stuff I don't remember, I wasn't really paying attention. After she made her announcement, she called for the dog and they both left my room. And Behold! They once again left my door ajar. So the door's open and my air-con's on. A tad irritating so I decided to make a point.

I swung my mom's room's door open and charged in. Instantly I found my target: the last person to leave my room and consequently the person who had forgot to close my door, Duugie. With accusing eyes I stared at the dog and shouted, "Duugie! Next time when you leave the room can you remember to close the door?!?" With outrage my mom started to protest. She was obviously not happy that I reprimanded the dog and was going to give me the old, "He doesn't know how to close the door" defense. Ahh... cunning. But you'll realise, I used the words started to protest for realization soon dawned upon her that she was in fact the target and that I was really telling her to close the door the next time she leaves because the dog obviously can't.
She decided to ignore me and I left quite pleased with myself.

Time to bitch like a petulant little girl. I hate my Management Science prof!! She's SOOOO hard to understand. She's this really PRC china prof. No one can understand her at all. I should have seen it coming. During the second round of bidding, some 10 people dropped the course and I heard rumours that she's not very good. Obviously the people spreading the rumours were not doing her justice. It's not that she's not very good, it's that she really shouldn't be teaching in Singapore! Fark she sucks. She's so bad, people were actually dropping the course amidst the class. I shit you not. People were actually dropping the module and leaving the class bit by bit and the class gradually became smaller as the evening dragged on. There's supposed to be a quiz where she marks the attendance, but no one understands what she's asking of us because her quiz questions weren't even in clear and proper English. I actually like my CAT prof better now because of comparitive advantage.

I watched Lucky Number Slevin and Singapore Dreaming during the past week and a half. Quick reviews.

Lucky Number Slevin. Awesome movie and a sure winner. Interesting directing with a pretty solid plot. Amusing one liners and some pretty downright hilarious scenes. Don't miss it. 4/5 Stars. RA21

Singapore Dreaming. Simple and down to Earth plot that is something that all Singaporeans can identify with. Unfortunately too simple and makes me feel that not much effort was put into the plot. It could very well be the real life of some random Singaporean. Directing was cautiously safe and didn't break any new grounds in Cinematography. Some scenes felt that they were put there simply for the sake of being there without really adding anything to the overall movie. 3/5 Stars.

Here's a nice site for you weeleng. http://kawaiibabes.blogspot.com/


Sprouting Nonsense Since 1984 {9:50 pm}


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