Tomorrow is Holy Thursday, a day before Good Friday. It's actually a day i quite look forward to, because that's when my parents and i almost without fail go on our annual 'pilgrimage' around Malacca City. The so-called pilgrimage has the same schedule each year: mass at St Francis', dinner somewhere without meat (=( ), adoration at St Peter's, then back to St Francis' for Holy Hour, by which i'd usually be wishing i had toothpicks to force my eyes open.
Perhaps i'd gotten used to the fact that SFI takes a day off on Good Friday. But since coming to INTEC, holidays, let alone Christian-related ones, have been very hard to come by indeed. This year however, i'd be throwing caution and my German, Ethics, and half of Mechanics classes to the winds and go back home in time not only for Holy Thursday mass, but also hopefully for a nice long nap in my much-missed aircon room. Ahhhhhhhhhh. (seriously, somebody should start controlling the weather in Shah Alam, it's far too hot for habitation)
Surprisingly, my lecturers don't really mind me skipping class. *
OK, before you start going 'WHAAAT but i thought u're in a college!', let me remind you that i am in INTEC. A government centre. A close relative of UiTM, both in distance and ideologies. Hence, i feel more comfortable by calling it a school rather than a college, for numerous aspects of it uncannily and regrettably resemble those of a school.
*I'm not a teacher's pet and three quarters of my exercise books are spotlessly clean. Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that i -unlike a few of my classmate, say, 13 of them - make it to school at least once a week. For the record, my attendance is quite commendable, lol. Perhaps that's why the lecturers turn a blind eye and, as in the case of my Chemistry lecturer, mark me "absent with permission" even though i admitted i felt too lazy to drag my ass out of bed that day. Mmmh it's little things like that that make life worthwhile, eh?
After all, my Mechanics lecturer did shoo me out of class last week for my excellent grades. XD
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Frau Ogasa
It's 11.07pm. I just finished playing two games of dota with my surprisingly very willing housies and had fun ks-ing them as usual! And my german homework is untouched. Damn, this reminds me to never give this blog's address away to my lecturer.
But that is why Nicole is my favourite teacher. Of all time. Here's a brief preview of her: she's a native german from Hamburg, is a master of umpteen languages, has probably traveled to the darkest ends of the earth to teach, and is the sweetest person you will ever find. Prove it, you say?
Well, her most famous line is "Hausaufgaben sind egal", meaning "homework doesn't matter". Now isn't that just freakin awesome? Whether you do your homework or not, the class goes on as usual. Even if you skip a month's worth of homework which 'you must complete or I'll get really mad!", the worst you'll receive is a minute or two of anger flare which evaporates faster than methanol.
Some might think her ignorant or lazy, but i beg to differ. Her view on this is something like - i can't remember her exact words - 'you are who you are. everybody has their own personality. why force them to change?' I really like her way of thinking, though i don't agree with it at times (How can a person still converse in a singsong voice after a student so obviously lied about his homework?!). Perhaps teaching students of various attitudes and backgrounds and working on a PhD in psychology have toughened her up and led her to that conclusion.
I see 11.30. 20 minutes well spent. After all, anything's better than homework!
But that is why Nicole is my favourite teacher. Of all time. Here's a brief preview of her: she's a native german from Hamburg, is a master of umpteen languages, has probably traveled to the darkest ends of the earth to teach, and is the sweetest person you will ever find. Prove it, you say?
Well, her most famous line is "Hausaufgaben sind egal", meaning "homework doesn't matter". Now isn't that just freakin awesome? Whether you do your homework or not, the class goes on as usual. Even if you skip a month's worth of homework which 'you must complete or I'll get really mad!", the worst you'll receive is a minute or two of anger flare which evaporates faster than methanol.
Some might think her ignorant or lazy, but i beg to differ. Her view on this is something like - i can't remember her exact words - 'you are who you are. everybody has their own personality. why force them to change?' I really like her way of thinking, though i don't agree with it at times (How can a person still converse in a singsong voice after a student so obviously lied about his homework?!). Perhaps teaching students of various attitudes and backgrounds and working on a PhD in psychology have toughened her up and led her to that conclusion.
I see 11.30. 20 minutes well spent. After all, anything's better than homework!
I'm not done with my previous post yet.
You see, this is one of the reasons why i don't really like blogging. My thoughts are never coherent with the speed of my typing. Sometimes i have ideas waiting to spill outta my brain. And at others (this being the majority) my fingers are drumming the keyboard impatiently, waiting for my cerebral cortex to issue a instructions as to what to type next. When 'pause dumbly in front of laptop' >/= 10xx, that's when i usually think, to hell with blogging. Boring my friends around me is so much easier and rewarding.
I really do admire people who update their blog regularly. In my opinion, it takes great discipline, not to update regularly, but to continue writing, despite knowing that you haven't been updating in donkey years. Makes sense?
Before this, i used to "a lighter word for scorn"
You see, this is one of the reasons why i don't really like blogging. My thoughts are never coherent with the speed of my typing. Sometimes i have ideas waiting to spill outta my brain. And at others (this being the majority) my fingers are drumming the keyboard impatiently, waiting for my cerebral cortex to issue a instructions as to what to type next. When 'pause dumbly in front of laptop' >/= 10xx, that's when i usually think, to hell with blogging. Boring my friends around me is so much easier and rewarding.
I really do admire people who update their blog regularly. In my opinion, it takes great discipline, not to update regularly, but to continue writing, despite knowing that you haven't been updating in donkey years. Makes sense?
Before this, i used to "a lighter word for scorn"
My Ears Are Killing Me Right Now
Hi! My name is Jude. As i compile this post, my housemate, HF (sorry, i'm not wearing a shirt now, and am very vulnerable to attacks) is singing a german song in a very... rain-summoning way. Ah, here he comes again, checking if i wrote his name.
Anyway, the reason i'm topless is because i just came back from playing badminton. Played a couple of tough matches earlier, thanks to my roommate who needed 98% court coverage. Perhaps it was the wasted energy, or the pounding rain, or the fact that i scrutinised religion with my classmate Ostan today, that inspired me to start blogging again. Note: previous blog failed miserably, and so did the countless ones before it. Well who cares, i'm not gonna try to make my posts drop-dead interesting anymore - is there even such a phrase? - but just type away whatever is on my mind.
Here are the reasons for my revival:
1. I'm fkin bored, waiting and waiting as my A levels loom closer
2. I recently have a lot of thoughts in my head, and as i don't wanna scare away my friends by talking too much, i turned to the internet
3. I must repolish my typing skills
4. I need a method of maintaining my english, as i won't be using it much when i go to germany
Hence this blog. If you wonder about its name... it's pretty obvious ain't it? I just love the song Vanilla Twilight. Though love songs are ironically poison for me nowadays. Well then, off to the bathroom now. The downside of playing badminton and enjoying my roommates theatrical mishits are that i have to wash my own clothes after that, which always end up stinking to a certain degree.. What can i say, i just didn't have my mother's washing skills - or maybe only a washing machine.
Anyway, the reason i'm topless is because i just came back from playing badminton. Played a couple of tough matches earlier, thanks to my roommate who needed 98% court coverage. Perhaps it was the wasted energy, or the pounding rain, or the fact that i scrutinised religion with my classmate Ostan today, that inspired me to start blogging again. Note: previous blog failed miserably, and so did the countless ones before it. Well who cares, i'm not gonna try to make my posts drop-dead interesting anymore - is there even such a phrase? - but just type away whatever is on my mind.
Here are the reasons for my revival:
1. I'm fkin bored, waiting and waiting as my A levels loom closer
2. I recently have a lot of thoughts in my head, and as i don't wanna scare away my friends by talking too much, i turned to the internet
3. I must repolish my typing skills
4. I need a method of maintaining my english, as i won't be using it much when i go to germany
Hence this blog. If you wonder about its name... it's pretty obvious ain't it? I just love the song Vanilla Twilight. Though love songs are ironically poison for me nowadays. Well then, off to the bathroom now. The downside of playing badminton and enjoying my roommates theatrical mishits are that i have to wash my own clothes after that, which always end up stinking to a certain degree.. What can i say, i just didn't have my mother's washing skills - or maybe only a washing machine.
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