Monday, March 03, 2008
International Law Woes
Every tuesday 12 noon. The dreaded deadline.
Yes, we have to submit a 1-page reflection sheet every tuesday at 12 noon sharp.
Its a FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS.
Ok, its not the length (1 page-500 words only wad). Its how nobody in the class knows what the Dutch prof wants. He dishes out Es and Fs like machiam free one. You spend the whole night ploughing through the law articles and readings (mind you, they are not easy. I almost had to dig my eyes to prevent myself slumbering into sleep because the nabei Resolution, Charter, Article, Council, Judiciary, Court, yadayadayayda is NOT easy to follow)
No disrespect to him, he's doing a fine job teaching in his first term at NUS, a nice chap he is. But dont like that leh....35% is alot leh. I dont seek for much, i just wanna get a minimum of C for all my mods (as long as i can grade with a 2nd lower, everything else doesnt matter anymore).
BUT AT LEAST LET ME GET MY C LA.
Alas, i'm done with the reflection. And i still have tons of deadlines to meet.
-My ISM (which i'm conveniently chugging one corner),
-My mammoth 7000 word ContemporaryIssuesofSouthEastAsia paper (when the module title is already a mouthful, its no wonder the word limit is so high),
-My Marketing project (which is another pain in the ass coz the group mates ALL refuse to forge and fake data....why take it so serious....for what you tell me. When i suggested that we should just forge the data for some interview that we have to conduct on external companies, THEY ALL look at me like i'm the devil's incarnate. oooooh, we cannot be bad boys and girls. its wrongggg. Fuck la. Fake the tutor will really check. So later I will have to go to Fish n Co to talk to them and pretend i'm really interested in how they market their products and provide service.)
But life isnt that mundane after all. I've signed up for Salsa classes with ning. Its starting next week. woohoo. Always wanted to learn salsa after a short Swing Dance stint i took in UNC stirred up those dancing genes in me. hurhur.
My birthday is coming up. Its another day. Doesnt really mean much to me. Just that I want a clean birthday for once. The last few years ended up naked and well marinated on the 6th floor toilet in KR. Maybe I is gonna hold a dinner thing somewhere. See how la. No money also.
And I played the whole term break away. Its the last break and I din wanna mug it away although i know its gonna haunt me in time to come. Watched lots of movies (both in the cinema and on my laptop). Drank lots of beers (Grapevine and Brewerkz). Hung out with honours people. Steamboat dinner with the PA bunch. Treated Ning to her birthday lunch. Attended a costume party at Eve's birthday@Obar (I went as Travolta in a horrendous brown polka dotted tight translucent shirt. Looks damn gay). Gossiped with FOUR PS GUYS (1 former arts club president, 1 slacker, 2 army regulars) in the arts canteen for THREE HOURS. It was supposed to be project meeting.
I shall attempt to start my ISM.
Anyway Mas kasturi sucks.
Home Affairs is worse.
Singaporeans even worse. Nobody seems to appreciate the gravity of the situation. ITS A MASTERMIND ON THE LOOSE. Be careful and stop assuming the police are oh-so-great.
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