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Monday, February 09, 2009
Wow. I feel like cutting myself.
Each time I think I can't get any more depressed over you, I get proven wrong. I thought I had my eyes open. It was always going to end badly.
But this has exceeded my wildest expectations. I'm almost too disbelieving to be sad anymore. Almost.
Hmmph. I should be careful. No one reads this, but my name's right there on this page.
Each time I think I can't get any more depressed over you, I get proven wrong. I thought I had my eyes open. It was always going to end badly.
But this has exceeded my wildest expectations. I'm almost too disbelieving to be sad anymore. Almost.
Hmmph. I should be careful. No one reads this, but my name's right there on this page.
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Sunday, February 01, 2009
I realize the only time I blog's when I'm emo.
This page is going to be seeing ALOT of updates.
So how did things turn out this way? I keep wanting to wake up, hoping it's only a dream.
You ask yourself how I could betray your trust. Couldn't you see why I did what I did?
This page is going to be seeing ALOT of updates.
So how did things turn out this way? I keep wanting to wake up, hoping it's only a dream.
You ask yourself how I could betray your trust. Couldn't you see why I did what I did?
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Sunday, December 07, 2008
Why?
Oh this is familiar.
Nothing has changed, really.
Nothing at all.
Oh this is familiar.
Nothing has changed, really.
Nothing at all.
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Friday, November 28, 2008
Last paper tomorrow.
Why did I not study harder?
Heh. I can't count the number of times I've asked myself that question. Oh well. What can save me now.
Why did I not study harder?
Heh. I can't count the number of times I've asked myself that question. Oh well. What can save me now.
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
My god. Time sure flew by, and a few lessons learnt.
Three-day timetable. Seriously, right now I can't believe I thought it would make a difference at all. I decided that it's a better idea to split up the lessons across the week, since I'm going to be in school anyway. Except, you know what? Despite my efforts... next semester - Three-day timetable. Awesome.
Why is it that whenever people talk about grades, they act as if A- is some sort of floor grade, and anything below's unacceptable. Where're all the normal people? Do normal people discuss their grades? Or is *this* really normal... and I'm the one who needs to buck up.
Class participation is the best part of SMU if you have no inhibitions. If your classmates are unlucky, you have no brains either.
I can't study. Not at home. Not in school. Might as well be in school so I can meet my friends.
Did I say meet my friends? I don't have any friends.
Three-day timetable. Seriously, right now I can't believe I thought it would make a difference at all. I decided that it's a better idea to split up the lessons across the week, since I'm going to be in school anyway. Except, you know what? Despite my efforts... next semester - Three-day timetable. Awesome.
Why is it that whenever people talk about grades, they act as if A- is some sort of floor grade, and anything below's unacceptable. Where're all the normal people? Do normal people discuss their grades? Or is *this* really normal... and I'm the one who needs to buck up.
Class participation is the best part of SMU if you have no inhibitions. If your classmates are unlucky, you have no brains either.
I can't study. Not at home. Not in school. Might as well be in school so I can meet my friends.
Did I say meet my friends? I don't have any friends.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Oh I know what I want for my 21st birthday at last.
It's to die, but have no one care.
It's to die, but have no one care.
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
Haha, oh wow.
It's been another five months since the last time I blogged. I remember perfectly well why I stopped the last time. I got moved out of my private office into a more central location and had to put more effort into pretending to work.
And right now I'm back to blogging. Again. I'm supposed to be working. Again. Funny how history repeats itself.
So 5 months in a paragraph.
Cyclone Nargis strikes Burma. Earthquake hits Sichuan, China. Singapore's wins ownership of Pedra Branca. I stopped work. I went to Tokyo, Japan. Camps are over. Friends started flying off to their overseas universities. Russia invades Georgia. Singapore wins it's first Olympic medal in 48 years... and then...
Samuel blogs. Hahaha. Momentous.
The first thing that struck me about school proper? Class participation. I always knew that it was graded, but I didn't realize how large a proportion of our grades it constituted. I didn't think about what it would mean before starting classes... but yeah.
If the idea is simply to encourage students to speak up, it has worked magnificently. If the idea is to encourage reasoned and intellectual debate then... well. I wouldn't say it's an absolute failure. I've heard some interesting points of views. But I suspect the people who air those are those who would speak up regardless of whether or not the TA is lurking in a corner observing the class.
Probably should lower the amount of marks awarded for class participation to a lower level. I wonder if that would work. Reward participation without making the thought of 'Wow, I better start talking' at the back of every student's mind.
It's been another five months since the last time I blogged. I remember perfectly well why I stopped the last time. I got moved out of my private office into a more central location and had to put more effort into pretending to work.
And right now I'm back to blogging. Again. I'm supposed to be working. Again. Funny how history repeats itself.
So 5 months in a paragraph.
Cyclone Nargis strikes Burma. Earthquake hits Sichuan, China. Singapore's wins ownership of Pedra Branca. I stopped work. I went to Tokyo, Japan. Camps are over. Friends started flying off to their overseas universities. Russia invades Georgia. Singapore wins it's first Olympic medal in 48 years... and then...
Samuel blogs. Hahaha. Momentous.
The first thing that struck me about school proper? Class participation. I always knew that it was graded, but I didn't realize how large a proportion of our grades it constituted. I didn't think about what it would mean before starting classes... but yeah.
If the idea is simply to encourage students to speak up, it has worked magnificently. If the idea is to encourage reasoned and intellectual debate then... well. I wouldn't say it's an absolute failure. I've heard some interesting points of views. But I suspect the people who air those are those who would speak up regardless of whether or not the TA is lurking in a corner observing the class.
Probably should lower the amount of marks awarded for class participation to a lower level. I wonder if that would work. Reward participation without making the thought of 'Wow, I better start talking' at the back of every student's mind.