stressed
as promise, here’s the product of my procrastination:
exhibit A:
the junkyard of a room:
Exhibit B: the slightly reformed room:
for those oblivious to the differences (because i know, i didn’t make my bed, and the table still looked as cluttered):
obviously i can’t take multi pictures of my room, you’ll be bored stiff. i did clean up my table as well, thus the reason why u can even see my laptop there (hint: it was layered with food and books.). clothes obviously got washed rather than being chucked on the floor, and bed… well i took this picture at night. i really don’t see the point making it at that time anymore.
it feels weird to have all this space though. i have been rubbing my toes against the bad carpet i have in my room, trying to ensure that i ain’t dreaming.
That saying, i have been procrastinating alot this week. the main reason was i am terribly stressed out and i really don’t want to go to school at all even. See, while i was busy and away doing my own assessments, my group assessment fell apart. Since monday, and after i have given them resources to check online, they have been constantly bugging me to bring them the resources to check out.
because apparently, they couldn’t find it online. ffs, if you type Dan Li in google, she’s SECOND from the top. Sherry Turkle is even more obvious. what’s so "i can’t find anything" about it? besides, i have them AUTHORS, not for them to check out the biblio, but to check out their books. why can’t they go to library and search?
"oh it’s ok, i prefer to do my research online."
the irony of this is, while we ARE in the infotech kinda age, we are even studying cyber communications, BUT we aren’t all that THERE yet (not quite sure if that bit makes sense). not all authors who have ever written wants their stuff on the web. neither is it easy to just grab it online. and if you don’t know what you are looking for (judging by their questions on monday "what’s our topic?" even at this late a date), then you won’t ever find it. there are, and always will be, issues to deal with copyright, with people doing "their" homework, but passing it off as their own.
And since they are too lazy to even do their research, all i have been doing the past few days have been racking up more research for them, for OUR THIRTY MINUTES PRESENTATION. it’s not going to work. i can’t do it anymore. i am sleeping at 8am, waking up way past class times some times, and i be late for class, and i have teachers on my arse. i can’t breathe. i want to throw rocks at someone.
on the one hand, i don’t blame the teacher. i am glad she threw them in my group so i can see for myself exactly what kind of a group worker i am. on the other hand, this is exactly like high school kind of attitudes with a higher level of pressure that’s all.
so i went to my tutor again yesterday, and told her how i felt. i have lost my motivation and interest in that course altogether, because of the stress factor. admittedly if i have to do my own essay now, i be more stressed, but i think i will be happier than being stuck in a group that depends on MY RESEARCH, instead of doing their own.
talking about which, lol….
here’s my homework that i mentioned previously, for my internet media and english comms class: Download.
Bear in mind a few things:
- this is a draft
- yes i know there are plenty of grammatical errors and awkward sentence structuring: i typed as i thought, so they might not necessarily flow. i am not the sort who would correct my drafts often though, so don’t beat me about it.
- this is meant to be a 500 word report, with some annotated bibliography, and is only the FIRST part of a THREE part report (so there’s more to come, and isn’t meant to be very complete either.)
i was supposed to get my evaluation on it done on wednesday, but i had to do some research and was feeling oozy, so i didn’t go for class. i guess i am lucky, because everyone told me she was going to kill me for handing in a 16 page report for a 500 word essay. She was a bit calmer yesterday :p
aside from the huge complaint and promise that she won’t mark it if my final product hits 45 pages, she had nothing else to talk about for my report because apparently, it’s an excellent piece of work for a college level report. i didn’t quite ask her, coz my ego was bursting with happiness at that time, but i am wondering now for uni standards, how would it compare.
yer, i topped the class, got a High Distinction, for my draft (that’s worth 15% or something anyways, so ain’t much).
these were her comments on the report itself though:
"HOW LONG IS THIS?!?!?! This is an excellent report with an exceedingly high level of research displayed. It needs to be much shorter! It’s only problem is that it needs further proof reading to remove awkward wording. AND HOW LONG IS THE ANNOTATED BIBLIOGRAPHY?!?!"
admittedly, sherry turkle blew my world away, i HAD to dedicate a page worth of biblio for her.
anyways, when i am done with the 2nd part, i will upload it and show you guys. oh, and my other homeworks too, since this is getting interesting as to how i am performing in class, other than econs. i have a strong feeling i am going to fail it somehow. mysteriously.
like anything that’s related to maths and econs, i suck at it.
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oh the screwups
that, is my room as of last night, prior to me starting the clean up.
i know, it’s ghastly different from previously. i mean, i was so caught up with assignments, gaming, work and various other crazy activities (such as being stranded in the middle of some jungle an hour away from home at 2 am in the morning) that i decided to hang on with the cleaning up.
during assignment periods, i really like it when i have everything around me, like, literally around me, in a circle. so the floor, the bed, and everything else around me becomes temporary storage area. this photo though, did wonders for me. i decided i live too much in a pig sty, and proceeded to clean up somewhat.
i started with the laundry, but, i think i am going to die of a heart attack cum asthma attack soon.
my housemates decided that they want a huge pet. but not something that had break our contract. so they got themselves this ghastly lookin fish and chucked it in the laundry room basin.
ok, i love animals. but honestly, at 12 midnight, after a tiring 2 hours worth of handwashing, stomping and wringing of clothes, the last thing i expected from beside the broken washing machine was a fucking big black fish that was glaring hard at me.
hello? basin? soap? broken washing machine? FISH?!!?!?!?!!
i yelped and dropped my tub of clothes, which promptly meant i had to re-wash everything (which by now is a brilliant shade of pink for the entire tub, since i didn’t realise my t-shirt’s pink colour runs that much).
i bet that fish hates me too. ugh.
so while i did do some massive clean up in my room (will take a picture when i get home later), i was too tired and flopped over dead in my nicely double blanketed bed. Canberra, it seems, likes to make my days horrible amidst this drastic transmission between summer and winter.
remember this, ladies and gentleman, there’s NO autumn here. ok, maybe for like 2 weeks, but nothing longer than that. i woke up with goosebumps hard from the cold, shivering in my undies, and not wanting to wake up because i was about to die from the cold. the bad news was, i have a group meeting at 10.30 am, which obviously didn’t help me much.
i layered on like 3 shirts, and my thick winter jacket.
BUT.
(swearing and cussing at the skies is a bad thing to do in public btw… as i just discovered), the fucking weather decided it had be funny. so i was all bundled up right, nice and warm, and smirking to myself how i have nicely bundled myself up as compared to when i got to bed. then the sun rose high, the clouds dispersed, and now the weather is fucking too hot for a winter jacket.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and the best part was, only 3 of my SEVEN people group was there at all. a 4th one turned up half an hour late, her beloved homie didn’t bother to even sms me to say she’s not coming. slovvy is dead to the world, and the “i-am-always-sick” guy is still sick.
blah blah blah.
we went to the group rooms, because one of them at least was supposed to be available, according to librarian. dickhead in the room didn’t want to budge. i asked if it’s all right if we borrow the room, since he didn’t book it anyways. “no you can not.”
“would you mind if we share and make a lot of noise?”
“yes i do mind.”
erm, 1 person, 1 headset, ONE HOMEWORK. WTF ARE YOU SO SPECIAL TO BE USING A WHOLE GROUP’S ROOM ANYWAYS?!?! DICKHEAD.
!@@!@!#@!#$#@$$@%#$!@
anyways!
we settled what we needed to do (which was hard without the newcomers in the group around at all) and went our seperate ways.
i want to throw rocks at that fucking dickhead. i think he studies architecture or something stupid like that. he was drawing a huge arse sticks model of some building.
hope those sticks fall on him.
du lan.
of course, after hitting the refectory, i realised i could have got them to go there and discuss anyways.
but so could dickhead. but he’s special you know, need a quiet group room all to his fat arse. fucker.
everyone in the refectory was either studying or chattering about studies related shit. oh man, i suddenly feel so stressed. i should throw more things around in my room.
like that scary fish.
intercultural communications
“Cheryl, the people on 36, they don’t speak english. only Spanish. Have fun!” Chewie walked off with a glint of cheekiness in his eyes, while i turned to that particular table and groan.
It’s not the first time they have chucked people into my section who can’t speak a hint of anything i know. i had people groups of people who spoke only german, spanish, french, even italian. Granted, i studied german before. these people not only speak fluent german, they speak it at the speed of bullet trains, making it terribly hard to work out some words as well. i can only constantly remind them, “Mein Deutsche nicht so gut.”
“chewie, you just love to add an element of difficulty in my job, don’t you?”
“ahahaha”
i walked slowly over, contemplating how to introduce the menu and face any questions they might have. pointing things out pictorially is a good option, but there’s not many pictures to point out if they choose something that’s not on the steaks menu.
“do you… er… talk espanol???”
“nopes. sorry” slight awkward smile there as i put down my own menu and sat myself down with them. this is going to be a long one.
“it’s ok it’s ok! i can speak english, i will just order for everyone!” the gentleman to my right smiled as i face them again with a quizzical look, since half of them were chattering away in spanish, as if angered by something.
“oh… wow thanks ^_^”
That eased my path just a little.
This family of people however, have plenty of health concerns, or perhaps just a dietary preferences. by the time i was through with ordering for them, a good hour has passed, complete with a whole docket full of bright pink “see server!”, and handwritten instructions on what to have on each meal: no fried anything in this salad, steak must be rare beyond understanding, vegies must be boiled, no potatoes, sauces on the side….
I didn’t know if i had done well, and i was worried they had be upset. i might have seemed bored at certain junctures, but then again they were in huge argumentative sounding discussions about the food they want, and trying to keep up with a language i can’t understand beyond “si!!! si!!!” made me start daydreaming of Pablo (some comedian Jake introduced to me), and then i started playing the little train tune that pablo hums in his stand up comedy…. complete with the silly sounding “si!”
obviously, the day dreaming got worse. Pablo always talk about how the mexicanos in a restaurant might hump girls from the back complete with those crazy hummings… so i started thinking, along with the graphical image of them doing it (the humping i mean), what if my customers hum that shet song???
*ahem*
Checking on them with their food, they LOVED it. and i was settled for the night and proceeded on with the other tables.
At the end of the night, i had a couple of surprises. The spaniards wants to come back the next afternoon for lunch, because they LOVED the food and the service. however, a table that i DID NOT serve at all, like seriously far removed from being attended by me at all, actually gave me a compliment in the comments card. “Cheryl is an utterly wonderful waitress! we love her!!”
awwww
but where the hell did that come from? i didn’t even looked at them at all *confused*
oh wells. whatever.
now, if only i can just write my essays base on just my personal experience alone, i think i will ace my communications courses. dammit.
technorati tags: waitressing, intercultural, communication, languages, work, personal, blog, service
all sore and tired
well, been rushing for my assignment the last few days. i have handed up a good piece of work, according to my tutor. i still view it as bs. mainly because half the things i chucked in were full of stuff i had theorised before but never put on paper because *gasp* i didn’t realised people actually study into those topics.
or perhaps i did, and just pretended i didn’t.
what ever.
funnily, how the papers i felt were utter bullshit always turned out to be the best papers i have ever produced, and those that i felt were the best written ones were utterly choked down the sewage by the lecturers. seriously people, what’s wrong with this?!?!
anyways, i have slowly calculated something. because i am mainly cooking for myself, the cost of actually cooking for myself + everything else is actually more than if i buy those 5 bux lunch everyday and just eat that.
yer i am serious.
since now i have barely any time to cook or eat, i generally only eat 1 meal a day. even after proportioning the stuff out, i have enough to suffice about 14 days. in that same time, i can get meals between 3-5 bux (slovvy found something 3 bux in dickson) and actually save more than if i cook for myself since all these spices do add up and so on. i can do a trial run for a couple of weeks to show the differences, but i think it’s just sad lol.
hate cooking for myself.
if that’s the case, i might just start asking slovvy to help me buy lunch to school, so i don’t have to up and go to dickson or civic or anywhere else to find reasonably priced lunchbox. the only drawback behind this is if i am late or something, and since most of my classes run back to back, by the time i can actually eat my meals, they are probably best saved for scraps really. all slobbery and shit. oh wells, tough shit. i need $ more than i need food. besides, food back home is always better.
unless… just mysteriously thinking… what if i do those instant mee gorengs for this entire year? 
45cts a pack (or less) oooooooooooooo
still got some bits to go on my essay then i need to switch to group work mode to start on some basic research for group work. i hate group work, always had. but now, there’s a class where i dont know anyone, and i am grouped with some strange people. one insist he doesn’t have internet, but mysteriously “goes to school” for net at 11pm, at night. the other, while we were supposed to do group work in class, she sits in her corner and digs into her fingernails.
both seems pissed at me for the inactivity in the group. excuse me, but i think i am the only one with the internet, and the ability to realise that group work equates LET’S SIT IN OUR GROUPS AND NOT ON OUR OWN. kkthxbye. so while i did sit with the remaining 3 in our little group corner, the other 2 fucked off into their own world. one pissed with me even more when we discussed about the group work.
what a tool.
i might post up a final version of my internet media bs essay when i am done, just so everyone can have a wonderful view of what utter bullshit i wrote. no, i am not undermining the intelligence of my tutors and lecturers. i just REALLY can’t see where’s the good in those papers. the first one’s been marked, and no longer relevant, but this upcoming one, due tomorrow afternoon (no i didn’t do last minute research, she wants me to rearrange it abit for some posting exercise) is some what…..
i will say this again: i still think it was some bullshit that i threw together. i always do that when i am hardpressed for time, and research. in this situation though, where i am studying now, they demand a draft every few weeks. this particular course even dragged out the report/essay into 3 parts, so this is part 1. they are reviewed and then corrected and then you just put all the corrected portions together as a final essay.
in my opinion, with such a WIDE scope to research from, with a topic that is likely to interest people like me, it’s really hard to maintain the 500 word limit, in the sense that we are likely to go way beyond the word limit, and abit. with the time frame though, it’s impossible to produce quality work WITHIN that word limit to COVER all the pillars of discusssions that we may want to inject within the report.
thus i feel this entire essay i produced was bullshit, albeit skimming the surface of my interest.
ah. self explanations. you will see, you will see.
oh, btw, i have shit all grammar knowledge. so ignore any grammatical errors on the report. :D
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lack of motivation
i started on this paper at about 6 or 7. i passed out mid way through it.
woke up like 2 hours later and instantly felt hungry the moment i opened word processor.
and i am still prowling newspapers online.
oh damn the distractions and lack of motivation. it’s not that i hate this course, nono, i can’t possibly hate porno courses can i? but!
everything else seems more interesting now. 
i blame canberra day.
åŠ æ²¹åŠ æ²¹!!!!
on a side note, being so poor for the last few weeks, i think i am about to exhaust my different ways of cooking basa fillets (the cheapest fillets i could find in the market 2 sundays ago)… so hopefully i get paid alot tomorrow. especially since i gave up my tips to look after, omg the franchise owner friends.
not that i honestly care about them. every fucking person that walks through the door claims to be his friends, it’s getting tiring. they demand the most ridiculous shit out of us, asking for superior treatment even though they are no better than those who walks in anyways.
seriously, customers, get your shit together. we don’t really care who you know, you know. even if it’s God, you have to still sit down, wait for your food like anyone else, and if you ordered them wrongly, then it’s your own damn fault, not your friend’s or mine.
back to trying to get this paper finished!
a quiet day
photo by eyecatcher.
i have been trying to dance to that song, and mysteriously managed to find the mp3 itself, finally. i was about to cry myself senseless because a classmate has it on her ipod and not me, after all, i find perfect joy dancing all the way home from work or school, it’s awesome to stay amongst all these trees sometimes.
i have always hated group work. it seems that in every single group, and this is fairly universal too, there’s always at least one slacker that decides leeching is the best thing to do. particularly with such a small amount of work needed done, and such a huge group as ours is, there’s even more chances of people hiding away in a corner and not doing their fair share of work.
oh i know i am having a cry, and if i am truly concerned, i would have approach a lecturer/teacher about these phags. in all honesty, i have done very little group work in the past because i have often found some little wormhole out of it. however, it’s unavoidable now because of the need for an actual group for something this huge, and the fact that i actually go to classes now means there’s no way i don’t have a group.
but i am truly enjoying myself in classes now because they are touching on topics i actually know and enjoy as well, rather than know and hate, aka economics. we tried to put up a “homepage”/”blog”/”Website, which to be honest when i was done, i wanted to eat myself up and throw rocks at the empty space that i used to exist. it was some old arse system for building websites, and while i didn’t mind using it since it was just for a class and not something i have to do daily, it still ate at my soul.
it probably derived from the fact that it’s very hard to customise that piece of shit site, then again, it’s school and it’s webct, so maybe i shouldn’t cry too much about it. at least it didn’t eat me, although i believe it attempted to laugh at me.
i know i made my teacher laughed O.o
now, marvel at my wonderful webct webpage building skills!
yes i know, i used one of my picts from way back when jake was here as a banner. those picts and stuff you see in the middle? those are LINKAGES! omg! i feel so leet. ~.~
funny bit though, the teacher was pissed because she felt she was lied to with regards to us not handing in the draft yesterday. i had an exemption so i am off the hook, but i am almost pretty much done with my draft anyways. however, 80% of the class is barely through with their drafts, much less ready to email her. and they are to email it to her by 4pm tomorrow. ok, maybe not that funny after all, especially if i was in their shoes, but still….
and then… my teach’ and i found out we both played kings of chaos, like woah….. and we started chatting animatedly about how we “stole” from other players and about big alliances, even though SHE WAS LATE AND I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS!!! i believe i just found a nerd hole for myself. scary shit. and i sent her links of more games she should try i are evil, no?!?!?!
technorati tags: school, gaming, classes, websites, webct, communications
on blogging and internet identity
in today’s lecture, we learnt about blogging and internet identity (well it was really about internet identity but whatever…) which brought up some interesting pointers i thought i should just run it through my head a little more.
according to the lecturer, identity used to be thought of something as singular, but with time, it is now viewed as a multiple facade avenue. Basically, everyone has a different “identity” when they are approached by different situations/people and thereby it’s more than just ONE identity that a person can hold.
but on the internet, identity become something murky. old men like OWA can pretend to be a nubile young lady; people who don’t normally fight back irl might be some “tough e-thug” online (e.g in the games i play, those crazy mofos…) and so on and so forth. While news people have considered it something of a concern, it’s not necessary more dangerous than what real life presents anyways.
on that note, i have to point out a few things. on the one hand, it’s true. unless someone send out viruses, to which alot of companies have been set up for security, or worms etc etc, most of the time, meetings offline can be monitored/accompanied/whatever else. i mean, people SHOULD know they shouldn’t meet strangers alone. things do happen, but they aren’t like this huge rampage of dangers… as far as i am concerned anyways. i see more murders and theft done by usual styles of criminal acts than because someone met someone online in the news.
admittedly, people have made things alot easier for criminals, or people with ill-will, by putting their rl names online, some are even accompanied by photographs. however, with such exposure, comes responsibilities. most of those that i see with their full names and faces are matured enough to recognise not meeting alone with utter strangers for one, and for another, it is not likely they will meet them in a private zone unaccompanied and un-informed.
on identities though, i had to agree that online personas are sometimes way far removed from their real life personas. for example, in my little gaming world, there are people who chose female characters who are obviously not females in real life. that’s something fairly expected though, particularly in a gaming world. also, what could be visible in the gaming world, is the “flame wars”.
in a normal society, the courtesy expected usually results in people not as curt, uncouth and arrogant as the faceless world of gaming can produce. social norms demand that humans be polite, quiet, as modest as possible when we are facing opponents, and to settle things in the most peaceful way possible in the hope of settling issues without destroying relationships, but instead forge stronger bonds.
in the gaming world at least, it seems perfectly fine to be arrogant, to be curt, uncouth, belittle your enemies and so on, such that they should have “broken egos”… then again i am not making much sense here i think.
ANYWAYS!
when we started talking about blogs though, we also started pointing out how bloggers have openly admitted who they are in many a blogs in a survey done in 2003, spanning over 200 blogs online
This has also resulted in some lashbacks from various instituitions in the society. Organisations who does not want to be related to these online personas or have a bad identity because of these online personas took swift actions, such as sacking their employees or suing them (depending on the severity).
These actions though, can cause some negative reactions in themselves. consider this: some of these organisations were never openly named. with such swift reactions to cut these “weakest links” from themselves, it does look like they are ignorant, harsh, and too conservative and unreasonable to the public. well at least to me.
is it really wrong to bitch about your colleagues? or your bosses? most of us have at one point or another been unhappy in our jobs, with a colleague, a customer, a client, a superior, a subordinate and what ever not. blogs have come to be, for some, a venting avenue. yes it is a very public place to air your dirty laundry, but at the same time, if anonymity is kept, would it really hurt the company? Along that same line, would cutting loose the person involved really help the company in any manner?
the damage, if any, have already been done. i don’t think it would change many things as compared to disciplining the concerned employee in a short period of time, as compared to drastic measures.
but perhaps there’s a hidden agenda i have not read about, like “thou shalt never blog about your company, anonymous or not.”
funny bit here: we are going to learn how to set up a blog on wednesday :p
pict taken by walmink
technorati tags: blogging, internet, identities, online personas, internet and identity, assignment, lecture
of sickness, medical certificates and online learning
That is the pile of medication i have to take for these 3 days. it’s not alot, but that’s coz i can’t find my other seretide inhaler lying around somewhere. it’s been a long long time since i needed any puffs, so most of the time i just let myself know it’s somewhere in my room and that’s it.
but yesterday, my cough and sore throat took a turn for the worse, and i decided it’s simply time to see the doc because i can’t afford to hack my way through work, school and bed time. bed time is a very important thing, because that’s when i dream about eating people and kicking guys in the nuts and laughing hysterically at them. it’s also when i get to frolick a little with my soft toys and start chatting to them while drooling into my pillows because i am insane like that.
however, with the change of housemates, it also meant that i moved into a smokers’ haven. they smoke day in and day out. the ones downstairs doesn’t concern me, the one beside me does, since he smokes with all doors and windows closed and only one vent that’s connected to my room. so obviously i get all the smoke and my throat finally decided to tell me to go get fucked.
the doc says i have got some form of viral infection and suggested that i stay home and recuperate. but this week is where the class starts talking about porn, learning in universities vs learning online and so on… interesting shitze. i CAN’T afford to miss those classes. with my hacking though, it was hard to concentrate, harder to breathe, and everything else felt like the bomb.
i even totally forgot the class times for one of the classes, and just sat at the stairwell a little depressed for missing both the class, as well as the “porn” class. my throat and lips were dried from the effort just to breathe, and everything’s just falling to pieces around me. but i decided to take the doc’s advice finally and went home and lay down.
luckily for me, my classmate decided to tell me that our “porn” lab work is in some sort of irc discussion for today, so we had some form of a debate/discussion online in an irc sort of room within the uni website.
Evaluation:
erm. it sucked. big time.
like any chatrooms, everyone was talking, some people were asking ridiculous questions.
little miss cheater: “what happened to class?!?!?!” (duh?)
Some random: “i hate chatting, i am going to hack this web site some day.”
Same random: “can we go now?” 10 mins later “are we done yet?”
Little miss cheater: “i don’t know how to use this!” (logged off…)
Another random bootlicker: “so teach, have you had your dinner yet?” (this was while we were in the midst of a debate).
they were all little distractions. and while we could have our own little discussions in our corner, every thing takes a while to read, and the teacher did little to moderate things. i am assuming she was letting it go on like that because part of the point of this class was to reflect online learning to us, and show us the advantages and disadvantages of online education and communication.
but as things progress on, i had like to say everything had its pros and cons btw, and i have to admit, it was good because obviously since i am sick, i wouldn’t have been able to attend the class otherwise.
but the pricks in our class were a little… mean. there were obviously non-english native speakers in class, and someone asked what is a slacker. they laughed at that person, and were fairly disruptive through out the class. spamming people with things like the anti-muslims websites, or taliban joke sites, which i had say are fairly insensitive because there is a number of muslims in class.
then they started to have a go at me, because i mentioned it was a good thing about having the class online since i was sick, and this is the only class i could “attend” since it’s online. and they used me as a referral to a lazy society. like hello? if i am to attend school and something happens, would you pay my bills for me? shit cunt.
online learning is not for everyone though. i mean take a look at little miss cheater. she went afk for a good hour or so, then the teacher and everyone else started spamming her name and she mysteriously reappeared. then again, she types slow as and usually am clueless about everything. she walked in during the first class, just staring at us for a good 10 mins, despite being half an hour late.
the point of online learning though, is that it is convenient and a time saver. lazy society? i don’t think so. people who desire to learn wouldn’t pay 5k-15k just to learn online and then go afk for hours letting the class run on it’s own. i believe people who sincerely desire to gain knowledge may have none of the lifestyle that is required of a uni student: attending classes between 9-8 every day, a few hours for homework every night etc. online learning then appeals to them, because of the flexible timing that suits their life style, especially if they have chlidren to look after.
Lets not forget, people who have disabilities or illnesses (obviously not something temporal like mine) which means they have to be home bound or bed bound, then online learning allows them all the benefits of an education without the issues of having to figure a way to get to school.
of course, there are disadvantages. while it is essentially a flexible form of learning lifestyle, teachers may not be able to get back to you quickly if there’s any questions. you might not be able to access informations that students with a physical university and their own libraries may be able to access.
there’s also the social aspect to it: what social skills you gain at an actual university may be lost if you are mostly at home facing a computer, a faceless digital world. A person could rightly argue though, wouldn’t you, by the time you attend university, have already forge some form of social skills? ^_^
and of course, the various distractions and disruptions that comes with online learning. you might be more inclined to do something else with all these windows opened.
that said, i was also talking to jake ingame while having my class that was an additional bonus, sort of like having him in class with me.
it was an interesting class though, and i really love this course. it reminded me of the time when i wanted to be in the communications faculty more than the arts faculty. These are the reasons that i wanted to be in it, to understand how communications work with people, how people interact and so on.
after class, i went to pick up my laundry from the patio, which i conveniently forgot since i was so tired and sick.
and was faced with this beautiful cloudless sky, and the tiny speck we call a moon.
ahhhh
technorati tags: sick, school, online learning, asthmatic, personal, blog
the joys of being a woman
well, i got bored and decided to showcase my handwriting irl for you. since i have been typing so much, i am sure some of you missed my illegible handwriting.
i am sure you guys know why it’s illegible.
click on that and there’s a different sizes options on the right hand bottom corner. you can find the original size of the photo somewhere along the top options in the next page. ^^ enjoy
ah… moving
uhm yer, so i went on a typing rampage this afternoon. i have finally finished exams! yay… and now it’s going to be work and work. and preparing to move.
i would love to say i might play more games, but i guess i can’t with things as they are. still, i would try and play every now and then, as a form of relaxation.
as i have mentioned, i am moving. it’s to the place i mentioned before, right beside my new uni, walking distance to there, walking distance to some buses that takes me every where in 15 mins and not a bad deal after all.
the problem is, i don’t know these people. also, their internet is wi-fi… which might mean more lag issues for me, especially since it’s shared amongst 4 people, including me. my room is tiny, and faces the sun in hot hot hot summer. so i would need to get a fan or die, since the darn place is like any aussie home:
ONE DAMN AIRCON FOR THE ENTIRE DAMN PLACE.
if you want to know what’s tiny…..
remember this room? that was my college room. it’s almost the same size, sans the side. yer, it’s about 2 beds wide in my new place. there is a wardrobe built into the wall though, so maybe it isn’t a big deal .
yes, i have put up some real old pictures in my flickr. these even had the date stamp back when i thought it was a cool thing. most of them were in anu, and anu related. but that was where i was, so oh wells.
anyways back to the moving issue. i don’t know how to move my bed, nor where to get a table and some shelves. guess that would be figure out at some point.
technorati tags: moving, housemate, small rooms
bandwidth stealing
Curling up in linxy’s sofa in the middle of the living room, i realised i could sleep no further. i have been trying to sleep since 11, and it’s 1 a.m now, and nothing’s progressing. seems that i have grown feverish amidst sleeping, coupled with that humongous ulcer on the side of my tongue, nothing seems to be going well.
i guess i only felt tired earlier because i have been re-vamping my website for most of today. it’s not only because of that new icon on the side (muahaha queen!!!), or the seemingly lack of songs on the new radio.blog on the side. i have also been trying to cut/paste/texturised stuff on the side and passing them to jake to put them all up together on css to make the site look pretty. ^_^ hehe… that kind of concentration kinda hurts my eyes though, because of the amount of staring at the screen i have to do, and then doing things pixels by pixels.
oh wells.
i was also doing a little chasing up on what was happening with my bandwidth, and the results were kinda pissing me off. jake has been telling me that a certain website has been the main cause of the leak of bandwidth. initially, it wasn’t a huge concern, since after all, they were only using 20% of it and i have no qualms about it, and neither does jake. then we took on angel as a hostee, and sheep. neither of them use much bandwidth, but to be fair to them, i did have 100gigs of bandwidth to start with each month, and split amongst us 4 evenly it would mean 25% of bandwidth right?
but my bandwidth usage with the radio.blog kept on going up. i am not sure how it happened or how was it possible but i was told about some search crawler that used to be with the old radio blogs version. but with it going from 20% to almost 50% of my bandwidth in the space of a month, i decided not to risk my bandwidth anymore. because when that happens, one day you and i are going to hit this blog and see nothing but
“this website has exceeded it’s monthly usage. please contact the administrator.”
and it’s not going to be just me, but jake, angel and shaving sheep as well.
so i walked on over to http://my.asiantown.net/ and started hunting down the different users from there that were using my bandwidth. the most popular links came from
http://my.asiantown.net/page.aspx?id=Sw33t_flip sweet flip
http://my.asiantown.net/page.aspx?id=GlamorousB glamorousb
http://my.asiantown.net/members/j/u/s/t/Just_beautyful.html just beautyful
http://my.asiantown.net/guestbook.aspx?id=cutie_pie_here cutie pie here
http://my.asiantown.net/members/t/h/e/_/tHe_dOrKsTeR.html the dorkster
as you can see from the names, they were mostly young kids, and seeing their forums, most of the users appears to be huge arse attention seekers and talks about nothing about racism versus each other, etc etc, things that i DO NOT like to read about nor even be a part of. then again, i own a blog, and that sounds a narcissism in itself, and then i sound odd pointing fingers then wouldn’t i be?
so to make it all simple for me and them, i started 2 threads in the forum, basically informing them that they were leeching too much off me, go get their own ftp and buy the songs or something and yer, that the songs were gone. this ended up being treated with a rude laugh, some weird arse thai comment, or simple ignorance.
i have also left the users a note.
what i found surprising though was:
1) most of the user pages were not mozilla friendly (i know retarded to actually notice this while tyring to delve to the bottom of the leech).
2) a few skins were designed by a group of gals in xanga. question then is: did they put in the songs link? *scratches head*
3) they could directly linked to my radio.blog songs without exactly being able to right click and find out the source as far as i am concerned. how does that work?
i am going to find out more about protecting the bandwidth in abit from radio.blog club. i still have one more paper this afternoon and i am pretty much done. then it’s work work work. so with some free time between packing my room for the actual move, getting some proper sleep, work and pts (which i hope the servers will GO UP AT SOME STAGE), i am going to solve this.
in the mean time, the radio.blog has been updated to the latest version that i could get, and also the relevant songs have been so far remove (the most popular was brandy’s have you ever o.o that’s a pretty old song hehe…) and updated with some random songs that i put in to ensure that people have something to listen too. they are kind of sappy though, or a little too oddbeat. but they will do for now, until i can figure things out and ensure no more leakage occurs.
geez, after all that typing, still no sleep induced feelings.
technorati tags: Bandwidth, Theft, Songs, Radio.blog, my.asiantown, protection
lingerie
there are reasons why i love looking at women’s tits, and asses… it’s got nothing to do with being lesbian, or even a closet lesbian. i am always looking out for the latest, prettiest, hottest lingerie ever. and that’s why i think, i will stick to victoria’s secrets for the rest of my life.
even their lacey bras are comfy.
and they all sure look damn good. even though no one is ever going to really see them, save my husband/boyfriends *ahem* but yes, they look awesome and makes me tear in happiness.
and only they can come up with things like CROTCHLESS g strings and NIPPLE-LESS bras that can make me go “OMG I MUST HAVE THAT!!!” without ever thinking of how the hell i am going to walk around with my nipples poking thru the shirt, and not distract anyone.
but
first, i shall save up towards these lace ups. and the stand infront of the mirror for the next 400 hours going “ooooooooooooooooooooooo”
oh yer baby….
belated review
sorry for the lack of updates. school work + work + some minimal gaming makes it really hard to find time to talk about anything here. furthermore, all’s not well at home with my mum being a retard, so i had to pull some strings to get her to actually listen. to those who were uber concerned due to the last post, don’t worry, i am ok. i know how to take care of myself, i just have a tendency to slip sometimes ^^
this post is a little belated, and it’s also very long drawn. for those who are hoping to hear more about my personal life, this post is not it. this is about lineage 2, and the upcoming c4 patch. before i continue on though, let me just reiterate, lineage 2 is a very fantasy based mmorpg that i have grown to love heaps, despite the massive grinding we have to go through. i mean, it’s the place i get to be an elf, and i don’t have to role play to be one.
as they have mentioned, it is going to be the biggest patch. when you open up the map ingame, it could be easily seen why:
there’s like an extra map-worth of new content that they have put into this patch. perhaps whatever they have missed in c3, which was said to be released in a hurry amidst losing players, they have decided to chuck it in.
as with all games, they all have bugs, and lineage 2 is without exception. to minimise the bugs and to fix it before major release, the public test server is up for us paying customers to go view it, test it out, report it, get the fixes done, see what we like/don’t like about it and be gone.
first of all, they have put in 2 side activities for everyone. because most people get a chance to play another class once they hit the previous cap (i believe the new level cap is 78…), by now half the players or more would be facing the same content as they did 2 chronicles or so ago. and i believe ncsoft korea know it’s not really nice to grind through the same shit for the second time.
the first side stuff, is fishing.
while the previous activities is a break away from the normal grind, and does nothing more productive than perhaps winning some of the bets others have chucked in, the new acitivies, fishing and taming alike, contributes somewhat to your levelling. the new tamed mobs, as well as new pets that we can get, actually does more than tank and damage the mobs for us. they heal and buff as well.
fishing wise, they also do give us some items that we might need too, as well as some random items.
within the pts, due to time constraints and the amount of new content, they were going to boost us twice. first time is to experience the sub class and the new contents that we can visit with low lvl subclasses as well as the new 76 class change quests. so far, the known buggy one would be the warlock quest where the last tablet was not known to be able to hand in.
however, that’s the least of my concern as yet, since i just want to try out some of the new quests as well as visit the new places.
the new pets seems easy to get, just a whole lot more expensive to finish the quest to get one. it costs 495k adena (or thereabouts) since the pet manager is a bum…. each new pet starts with a new npc. for the cougar, it’s the pet manager in giran and the buffalo is the pet manager in dion. not sure about the kookaburra. it’s an ugly thing though, so you aren’t missing out.
there are a bunch of new quests now, suitable for higher lvls as well as lower lvls…. i am not quite sure about the rewards yet, although i sure hope they are good since i died many times for some of the quests, and some of them are interconnected. which results in the rewards only visable after the 4th quest or something.
one thing to watch out for though, is that the new higher level mobs are mostly mages or mage related mobs. this means that mobs can drain your hit points away even though they are not technically magical mobs. some of the new mobs even uses spirit shots.
jake and i visited new places, as per tradition, as soon as we could. this meant being equipped enough not to die too much and to have enough adena to port rather than run and risk the chances of dying.
forge of gods
of course, when you are us… it’s hard to avoid being cheeky and then dying…
mobs that jake HAD to pull…
the lavasaurus that we found
what we both have concluded somewhat from the new places were that they were awesome. they have a good variety of mobs in my opinion. some places are great for soloing, the vampire places are great for healers who have no other spells than the holy stuff. furthermore, the hot springs are great places for mages because they have “debuffs” that actually are part buffs too. which isn’t a bad thing, other than hearing sounds like your character is choking to death or humping itself.
yes, i have been planning to be a summoner since the last pts. so when i had to choose what sub class i would want to play with this time around, it made sense to try out the new summoner skills and to mess around with it being a dorf too. one thing that made this all the more awesome was the new pet:
she’s pink, she’s a cat, she’s female, and omg that fan…. what more can i ask for? 
SHE FANS PEOPLE TO DEATH!!!! yesssss!!!
and of course, before i end this (i know it’s not much of a review now… i am kinda too tired to finish the whole review today… ), here’s a gift:
Angsty short people
squirt is named squirt by me, not only for being a short man, but also coz he’s fairly annoying. he’s full of pretense sometimes, it hurts to even look at him. what makes him even more unique is his lack of sensitivity, common sense, compassion and even tact. he alone epitomises the angst that the chefs in our kitchen holds.see, our kitchen is full of angsty people. they know we all make mistakes, whether deliberately or otherwise, or even if it’s totally us, they do know all that. however, they can not seem to find it in themselves to forgive our little errors at times, and at that point in time their first reaction is to yell the hell at us. which i guess, since it’s our fault, they have a small right to it.
however, it is not just us who makes mistakes. let’s not forget the times they have :
1) forgotten to make the entrees before the mains
2) forgot to make mains
3) made the wrong mains. twice in a row.
4) gotten the extras wrong.
5) had bugs in the food. whether by chance or they were framed, how would we know? it is summer though and anything can happen.
At any rate, no one is perfect, and every one fucks up especially when it gets busy, and we had to ensure everyone’s gotten their orders, taken their orders, finished their food and cleaned up our own sections as well. it’s not everyday someone’s assigned to just doing food and clearing you know.
the thing is, squirt has this whole notion that all we are to do is to be perfect. we can not fuck up or for some mysterious reasons that is unknown to me, the cost of the food that’s thrown away doubles.
today, i messed up my work twice. i won’t say that it wasn’t my fault, because more than likely, it was for the first one, and the second one was definitely my bad. the first problem, a couple walked in. very nice people.
“i would like a steak, medium rare with cajun seasonings on it and a side of salsa sauce.” he said all that, while pointing to both the steak with cajun seasonings, and another steak which had some salsa and cheese on it, when he indicated the salsa sauce.
“no problem sir.”
now, i think i have mentioned this before, the computer is really screwed. sometimes, when you click on something, the cursor flies somewhere else because it’s a crappy touch screen. i was also shoved in a fast paced section tonight, which resulted in a sudden increase of customers at a certain point in the night. i could barely even remember my customers’ faces, let alone take orders quick enough.
therefore, i had a quick glance and walked back to get more orders.
it turned out i keyed in steak with some seafood on it instead, which was under the cajun seasonings tab. then, after i got it changed, the dude said “wait, i didn’t other cajun seasonings at all! i wanted the cheese and jalapenos on it, like this picture here…”
and i looked at him and stared. “i thought you said you just want the salsa sauce like in that picture”
“no, i just wanted MORE salsa”
“ok, i am going to change it.”
“will it take long”
“about 5 mins or so”
when i brought it to the kitchen, i tried to enlist the help of chewbacca, but he was hassled by another waiter’s errors and had to settle that first. in the end, squirt yelled at me. “why can’t you get it fucking right? i just fucking change the steak and you had to tell me it was wrong again.”
whatever.
then i realised i forgot to key in an order from thirty minutes ago. shit. i quickly keyed it in, told Debra about it and then realised that in my eagerness to complete the order, i have keyed in the entrees last rather than first. muttering to myself, i walked to the kitchen and asked them to have it out first. without truly listening to me, squirt went off at me.
“no. you are not getting it done. if it’s keyed in that way, then you are getting both foods together, and you can take them out together and explain what a fucked up you are. you have fucked up too many times tonight. we are not here to bolster your errors.”
“sure. fine, have it your way.” and with that i walked off, knowing full well i had most probably get the entrees first anyways. i just wanted to tell them i screwed up in case they decided to make the foods first.
barely 30 mins ago, any meals i keyed in came out in 5 mins, for no absolute reason. i mean, seriously, we were busy, and they could churn out food quickly. what’s so different 30 mins later? oh because mr royal highness who is so perfect decides that food were going out too fast? or that i fucked up too much for him to care?
thankfully, both problems were settled, and soon the restaurant starts to fall into a slow lull. then walked in 2 people.
“i want water and milk, potato and vegies.”
and i looked at them. they did not look like the potato and vegies only type of people. “i am sorry, can i just repeat your order? just potatoes and vegetables?”
“yes”
“you don’t want anything else?”
“no.”
“ok so milk, water, potatoes and vegies?”
“yes.”
by now, i got really curious. i have met enough people to know these aren’t potatoes and vegies people. moreover, chewbacca said they are going to eat steak. and suddenly they decided to be vegos?
“so no steaks for you tonight sir?”
“oh, yes definitely steaks. with bbq sauce.”
oh fuck off. as if one fag tonight wasn’t enough, coupled with an angsty chef who is detemined that he can lord over me every single fucking time.
with that, i barely rescued myself from another fuck up that wasnt my bad, and wrapped up for the night.
some customers just… pisses me off. and squirt… is quitting in a week. i should rejoice.
leaving on a jet plane
This is the hottest day i have ever truly experienced in australia, other than my first day here. of course, my first day here, was hot because i didn’t quite expect it. but even that boundary was pushed with today’s effects.
when we walked around today in sydney, winds were blowing around in sydney, under a cloudless sky. the effect was far from comforting: it made the already mad heat worse. trains couldn’t function for an hour or so, and couldn’t be guaranteed to run thereafter as well.
amidst all that, the real reasons for us to be there were starting to get in our face as well. we had to grab a cab to the airport so that he may be able to skip the crowd and check in on time. already, there was a very very large crowd for the other planes back to the states.
the worst heat i have ever exprienced so far in australia, coupled with the worst type of exprience i ever wanted to go through, in a city i don’t particularly like, does not quite make my day.
i have never liked farewells, and up till now, i have been just taking his presence here for granted. it’s bad, but he being here felt like the world’s most natural thing. coming home to open arms, hugs and kisses and laughs were extremely nice expriences for me. having someone to whine to about work was great.
and now the person who made it all possible is going to leave?!?!!
but that’s the way things work. we had a great new year’s eve, just the quiet way the 2 of us like. we played our last rounds of king of fighters, we had a last walk around the house, mini arguments that are more of fun jabs at each other.
ultimately, we both know he has to go, and we were both sad. i tried not to cry, i really did. i couldn’t see him eye to eye, coz when he teared, i knew i would. i can not look back, because then i might run back and hold us both up. i might fuck things up in a way that i don’t wish things to be fucked up.
he walked away and went up the escalator, as i went back to my own normality, trying to wander back to central and back on the bus back to canberra.
alone.
then it hit me on the train back to central, just how lonely it is now. no one to hold hands with, bitch with, laugh with. no one to go wow over graffitis, look at little girls who wannabe “hot” and laugh at them for being mini sluts.
i walked home from jolimont, and then felt the lonliness again. the same pavement, the same path, just me and the trees, no jake to hug and pass the chips to. no one to share my stories of work while i walk.
and when i opened the door, the silence overwhelmed me.
this isn’t home.
bringing him somewhere
in a desperate rush for jake to visit everywhere touristy here, i tried to bring him to gold creek village, which was a barrage of tourist stuff for him to see. i wanted him to do the touristing bits while he’s here too, since he is officially a tourist here as well.
The other part of it all, was just so i can spend some time out of the house with him. ever since he came, he has just been stuck at home, while waiting for me to work or school to end for me. and i felt it was money shitty spent. i didn’t want him to get bored, or his parents to think i was ill-treating their son when they have foot his air tix here.
however, as we go along inside cockington green that day, i guess i finally realised something: i can’t finish all the sites his dad wants him to visit, or that is available to tourists in canberra. i am, after all, still working nights. so while i can drag him to places, i do get tired, and so does he.
we both got sunburnt that day, but it didn’t amount to much. the point of this entire trip of his, was more than just touristing.
he wanted to be here with me, to spend time with me, and he got all of it and more. he got to experience a little bit of life with me. and then, the touristing bits.
and i loved every single moment with him, no matter how smelly, noisy, embarassing, crazy and what not. because it was all just him, and me, and everything was so us. we watched movies the poor uni students way (omg downloads on my computer!!). we went groceries shopping.
we even had plenty of dinners out, to remind us that we can still splurge every now and then
and it was all so good to have him around, because he was both a maid, a mentor, a friend, a companion for dark nights AND boyfriend. just how cool is that?!?!?!
he is leaving tomorrow night for his home. and i will miss him terribly. =/ it can’t be helped, he does not belong here, and with all the flies bugging the fuck out of him, i doubt he would wish to be here during summer anyways. although, he does love australia. NOT THE FLIES THOUGH. or the magpies.
it’s all thanks to him though, that i get to visit all these sights, without dodgy tour guides, or cranky aunts/parents. it’s thanks to him too, that despite these 3 years here, that i get to see all these places i normally can’t be bothered to visit.
our destination though, wasn’t a particular place, but just with each other. and for that, i am happy. i am happy too, that we both get to share the christmas experience together, our anniversaries together, as well as both our birthdays, and tonight…. new year’s.
he called his dad yesterday, and his dad actually talked to me. we joked about him, and about how he absolutely can’t put down the toilet seat. his mum laughed in the background and said the dad was the same too.
that felt a little strange though and i just hugged him and grin while he complained loudly that he does, and it wasn’t his fault. that the toilet seat just flew back up on it’s own.
tonight would be the last night he would be sleeping beside me, and today was the last day he could sleep in.
bye bye jakie… i am going to miss you… back to conversing over the vent.
but one day, i will come get you.
reasons why….
i keep going back to the pet shop…
it’s because of cute little things like these, i just can’t stop going back. T_T
The Sunset with Jake (and some shocking news)
i am pregnant..
oh i am kidding. the more serious and scary news here is this. let me start off by saying some other things related to this news ok.
a few weeks ago, while i was checking my reservation with filthy gorgeous, one of the waitresses i was familiar with asked if i wanted to work for filthy gorgeous. and i said sure, but i didn’t want to leave my present company because i still love them, and also this is the busiest time in the food and beverage industry, therefore the max number of shifts, including school and all that, was a pathetic once a week.
Their last shift before the christmas holidays was the friday afternoon before christmas eve, because there was not enough bookings to suffice an opening, or so i was told. at any rate, i never could work for them, and though i was considering switching to work for them… it is the holiday season now.
the last few days, they were meant to be closed, however, i saw an old man fiddling with their door locks and such, and i thought nothing of it. Filthy Gorgeous has always been renovating and such, so it wasn’t anything out of place to see someone puting new things in there, or even moving furniture around.
what did finally caught my attention today, and it wasn’t even obvious to me till jake pointed it out to me, was on the chalkboard that they had, which they often put in their hiring needs, specials for the week and so on on it.
this chalkboard… which now says “coming soon! all bar nun…” in multi colour chalk.
and i almost passed out.
my favourite restaurant, gone?!?! no word, no messages, no “sorry we have to go” posters. hell, they were still hiring cooks as of last week. WHERE DID THEY GO!?!? even the girl at all bar nun couldn’t tell us anything. “i got here one morning, and they were gone.” was all she could say to me.
i got upset, i got furious, favourite foods denied! i ran a check on the internet, because the company was registered after the yellow pages were made for this year. i did everything i could, but all the things on google turn up more things to question about:
they were nominated for, and won some awards and reviews. so why did they leave?
then i found my answer, in the most unlikely of places: IGA. the supermarket.
“oh, yes i know what happened to them. they owed too much debts, rent and other stuff, and decided to one day leave without telling anyone. the police were all over the place on saturday morning, trying to find them.”
oh. my. god.
that is so shocking. i mean, they were doing so well, full house every weekend, they had great food, loyal customers, awards, nominations and reviews. so how could they have possibly raked up so much debt that they had to run away?
and how could they want to hire people when they knew they had to run away? one of the waiters i spoke to on tuesday had only just started working 2 weeks ago. one of the girls i knew was going to come back here to work next year, after her holiday trip…. how could they? and imagine this, had i given up my present work place for them, i would have been so fucked.
what i am also concerned about though, are the waiters/waitresses working there. would the police indict them as well? were they paid for their last week there? considering this is the holiday season, this is so fucked up to do to anyone…
i feel so sorry for the waiters and such. they don’t deserve all these
as for jake and i, we had a picnic by the lake yesterday, prior to knowing all these. i wanted to bring him to filthy gorgeous before he leaves, so he can taste their great duck again. looks like we will never get around to it. but i did cook for him cajun lemon basa… some eggs and stuff 
it’s not a very big deal, or even a great meal in a huge culinary sense, but it was dinner, and it also meant we broke in the bento and we both loved what we had for dinner, so it was awesome. what was great was the huge amount of scenary that we had right by the lake side.
more shots from the lake side visit can be found here… not that’s not all of it, but they are pretty much similar through out the entire picts i am sure you guys don’t wana be flooded with all the same shots all over…
yes, i know, we are crazy, and we prefer to take pictures with less human subjects inside.
well. work tonight. i will fill you guys in later about how it went, if there’s anything interesting that is.
Mmmm boxing day :P
hehe, merry christmas everyone (again, for people who are celebrating it today since you know… europe is like 12 hours behind)!!!
we had our own quiet christmas yesterday, consisting of cooking for our own breakfast, taking a gigantic walk to Dickson for an asian dinner, and then coming home to a mini movie marathon.
it isn’t much, but it was our anniversary and we did kinda wanted to spend it alone. with australia as it is, most of the shops were close because everyone wanted to go home and celebrate christmas with their family and friends. the only thing that was close to being busy, were the roads. and even then, i could have just slept on the road and no cars would have come.
it IS canberra after all.
that’s a mushroom swiss burger attempt that i made for jake for xmas eve. and later on, we made fried rice and assam prawns for dinner. it isn’t much, but the burger attempt was great, saved a slightly over cooked patty for the burger.
yes, i made the entire burger, sans the bread, on my own happiness.
as for the actual christmas itself, we kinda slept in quite a bit, woke to bacon and eggs breakfast, and him calling his entire family in the states, and then passing the phone to me for some family introduction. it was kinda awkward and scary because i don’t really know them, and they have heard so much about me, and they were all asking about me and wanting me to go back with him and such. O.o
The dickson for dinner trip, was entirely my idea. we were supposed to go there to chat with a classmate because i don’t want her to feel lonely and stuff. however, it turned out they changed her shift, and thus we had a very mundane dinner.
the food were just all right, but the price is so expensive for something that’s so simple. both jake and i agreed that for the same price, elsewhere, we would have gotten better food bleah… hehe…
i WAS trying to get our tamagotchis to copulate with each other…. AND THEY JUST DID!!!! and we got 2 boys for the “next generation”. bleah… looks like we aren’t going to have gh3y tamagotchis lay eggs…
oh man…
this is hilarious, they turn the screen black when the tamagotchis copulate…
ahahahaha….
anyways! before i got distracted….
we took a walk around the back area of my house that lead to dickson…
and chanced upon this historical park. it’s named after the first migrant to australia, a slovakian (anyone seeing this “chance” thingy that i am seeing?) by the name of jan…
it isn’t much for christmas, and i got 3 dvds from linxy, the journal from jake, a couple of other tiny presents from jake… and that’s it. but it doesn’t matter you know… i am just so happy still.
and dad called for an hour and we talked about lotsa crap for an hour -.- lol…
and he’s a buddhist o.o
Oh My Christmas!
merry christmass everyone! jake and i spent the entire day together, watching movies, going for walks and having our meals with each other. kinda very quiet and lonely type of christmas, but it IS canberra, and our anniversary, and we just want to spend his last few days here in canberra with each other as much as possible.
more updates later
work work work…
at some point in time, my legs are going to fall right off me. before that happens, i am going to do what i used to do before, have some wild time, and then lose them happily.
in that, i am referring to dancing and gymnastics… but i am a little crazy at the moment.
tonight started off being REALLY normal and mundane. then Sherry didn’t turn up. soon, 6pm passed into 7, and she still didn’t turn up. now, for most people who knows her, she has never really been early, much less on time. by the time it was decided that something has gone VERY WRONG…. it has also fallen upon me to take care of her section and bookings because there was only 2 exprienced waitresses on the floor, me and Petit. and Petit already has 2 big bookings to look after, i only have one.
with Sherry’s bookings though, that made it 2 large bookings of 20-30 people, and about 3 small bookings of 6-10 people.
when she eventually DID TURN UP… she just stood around and did nothing and whined about how there’s nothing for her to do… and while she did ask me if she could help me, by then most of what needs to be done were done.
so much for “coming in to help”.
and then… wow man wow. i have been telling the management, it’s ASSIGNMENTS PERIOD FOR ME. they just… let sherry went home before anyone else.
what the hell.
maths and english both due tomorrow (yer i know i wanted to hand it in today, things didn’t quite work out very well…) and i have not even looked at my maths assignment. bleah. it’s not hard, just very time consuming type of maths.
the good thing is, even though it was a damn hurried look, both jake and i took a trip to the mueseum today. we even took some photographs, because we were allowed to. there wasn’t very much that we saw because i got interrupted by an important call, and also because we kinda got stuck in the prettiest and most colourful and interesting section - the history of the native aborginals. he said he was interested too.. but i think we spent too little time there =/
more picts can be found here
stupid work…
graduation and english
ah…. graduating….
in the past couple of weeks at work, i found more and more customers coming in with each passing day and most of them are either company dinners for christmas, or students who are here celebrating their graduations.
yes… ANU students, and half of which i actually do know. people who would have been graduating with me if i had not fucked up so bad.
*sigh*
losing your friend is bad. them leaving you is bad too. watching familiar faces filtering in to say bye to me, ask for last coffees and such, i don’t know what to do.
i am going to miss them so much, and yet, we might lose touch after a few years because they had be so busy with their own things and me, mine. blah~ i am such a wet blanket. but… GRATZ EVERYONE AND GRATZ ROSIE… NOW I AM GOING TO BREAK A LEG SO I CAN GO VISIT YOU AT YOUR DEPARTMENT!!!
anyways, i was talking to the slovakian dude in my class yesterday, about the american wannabe. it’s funny how he tells me all these things about joe (ya… another nickname ^_^) and i don’t see it happening.
we were out in civic with slovik to have lunch with him at this newly opened jap restaurant, called izumi. it turned out that it wasn’t very jappy, but that’s not the point of this story. jake was just finding out more about joe as i am dragging him to my “english” class next week to hear how joe talks and such.
slovik had always say, in their previous english class back in ANU, all of them were non-native speakers learning english but joe had always say his english was awesome and had correct people in their pronounciation and such. he had even pretend to be a singaporean on occassions (yer -.- gh3y) so as to look rich to chinese girls to pick them up. he even advised other guys to do the same, since all girls love rich guys (jchalkhflkjdflkfj!!!!)
which i might add, as far as i am concern, how “singaporean” he is…. between 0-10, i had say it’s a -10000.
he had argue with people during discussions, to say that his opinion is right and basically give people no leeways into arguing otherwise.
however, in our english classes though, joe is a terribly quiet person. the few times he talk, were just simply “yeah yeah, that’s right… no problem…” and that’s all he ever really talks. so his presentations were…. very important in my daily entertainment i know it’s bad to laugh at people who pronounce badly, and i generally don’t do it. but for joe, because of his insistence that he’s always right, i made it a point to even draw out what words he had wrong and make sure he sees it.
i guess i am terrible hey -.-
so i pointed that out to slovik yesterday, and then he said, “no no, you don’t understand. previously, he told me, you are the only native speaker in class, so he’s scared of you. i am a little scared of you too you know. when i make my presentations, you were the only one to pick out that i pronounced wrongly, i had grammar mistakes and i wasn’t fluent..”
now, we have this checklist where we mark off what was wrong in a person’s presentation because this is an ENGLISH class for people who are not so strong in that language. i am only in there because of the complications i have mentioned earlier about. during the english placement test, i pretty much scored well enough to skip the classes, but i can’t skip it because it just doesn’t happen. english is a compulsory class, period.
but my english is not perfect. i am very careless when it comes to grammar, simply coz i don’t care about it most of the time. if i have to, i can be perfect without trying too hard, but i just.. don’t really care nor do i want to. i love the language, and i love to play with english words and stuff, so it can stay that way.
sometimes, i do fear though, that my english might deteriote over time with such a poor usage of it. and i might be right.
but back on the topic, i never expected someone to fear talking even, because of my comprehension of english and that i had be able to prove that he’s wrong, since i am the only native speaker in class. i had thought that since they ARE ATTENDING ENGLISH IMPROVEMENT CLASSES… that they would appreciate corrections and aid and such.
well perhaps not my way of teasing him, but you know what i mean…
considering all that though, i thought he hated me coz he never talked to me unless he had to, but i don’t particularly like him either coz of his “i am better than everyone” attitude, and yesterday was the first time he even smiled at me.
so finding out that he’s scared of me… it’s fairly… amusing lol…
oh wells. i will just lay low in english classes then. perhaps it had make him more comfortable. at any rate, i still make grammatical mistakes in english classes too.. so it’s not like i was proven to be perfect or something o.o wonder what’s wrong with him.
I am back!
i am tired, but i am back from sydney with jake (my birthday present from him). it was an enjoyable trip, but i think we just went broke. ^_^ i think we spent too much on food, and then in the last minute, we just splurged on japanese stuff on some souveniers on his family.
here’s a SMALL portion of what we spent our money on…
his new bag (coz he hates his present fan boy bag), a couple of cups from japan city (meant for green tea but we drinking hot chocolate from it), bento boxes, chopsticks, couple of au naturale soaps and chocolate.
will talk more about it laters…. but if you want a partial look at the photos (i believe he will upload the entire album later or at least i will) here’s the link to it on flickr. have fun ^^
bliss or laziness
what i have now is so precious, i don’t know where to begin. i may not be doing what i like anymore, but at least i am still attending school, taking the longest route back to where i was.
it is jake’s presence here though that makes it all the more settling really. he ensures that i go to school on time, actually get to school, am eating right… and when i come home, i come home to a warm loving hug from him ^_^
hao xing fu wo…
there’s nothing more that i can ask for, i guess. after a tiring day’s work, he’s there. after school, he’s there. of course we aren’t married or anything yet, nor is he working and schooling either atm, so perhaps everything is kinda one sided at the moment….
as in, i am doing all the whining, while he does all the listening. he had tell me his day, which isn’t very eventful at the moment either, since i am mostly busy at work, and i have no idea where to chuck him for most of the day.
he takes it all in his stride though, and waking up to warm hugs, going to sleep with warm hugs, ~.~ it makes me all happy and warm….
then again, i am the type of person who love hugs, and i am just enjoying every moment of it
yesterday was a pretty shitty day to be honest. the class presentation that i worked quite a bit on, didn’t even work out. but the presentation that i worked 1 hr on, actually was the best presentation i had by far yesterday. lecturer was obviously not impressed with presentation 1 -.-
work, just got worse. with people quitting, going home for the christmas, we are getting tight on staffs. the new chinese girl that came in for the kitchen was still… new.
she insisted on talking to me with every chance she got, and instead of talking and doing her work, she had stop to chat. this caused nate to yell at me yesterday, and i almost yelled back. except i decided not to make things worse than they are and spoil my night, so i shut up and walked out and entertained myself with customers instead.
for all that they are saying, “you should come to work just to work”, they sure do a hell lot more than that. i mean, look at nate, every chance he could, he would have talked to us too, and for longer time, and non-relevant stuff. the poor new girl was just trying to find out more about the company ffs.
coming home, i was just trying to lax up, when linxy came to me with that usual patronising tone to “clean up the physical bin itself.”
his increasing enthusiasm to have things all cleaned up recently derived from his procrastinating attitude towards exams… the week that jake arrived, he bought some chemical thingies to clean up the bin from inside out.
and probably because we are returning the apartment in feb.
i guess i went a little overboard at being upset from the stress of the night. i just went in and whined even more to jake. on hindsight though, i was partly right.
linxy was never really enthusiastic about cleaning up anyways. the first time he cleared the bins was way back in april/may.
he has cleared the bin twice since july.
i am not being calculative, but that’s seriously how many times he has cleared out the bins… because it is as simple as that.
so who was he to tell me what to do.
on the other hand, i could see why he wanted me to clean the bins though:
since he had already did it once, i should “join in the fun” rather than mess up his handiwork since i cook more than he does, and whatever i do cook may stain the bin. that and the fact that whatever i put inside the bin stinks up the area near his room anyways….
since i do cook.
blah. anyways i am talking too much. back to reading till 12 ~.~
