31 October, 2007
No Artistic Sense @12:40
Oh my God, I'm so appalled. Right now am working on this stupid project for a lame-ass module. Our presentation's this Friday. We're prepared for it so it's okay. But these people I'm in a group with, they have absolutely NO ARTISTIC SENSE WHATSOEVER. This is the first time I'm working with such people who have no concern about how good their presentation looks. So far everyone I've worked with have appreciated my work on pretty-fying things. They're the first group that said you know, maybe let's just stick to the original one? Your design looks too professional.
We're talking about comparing and contrasting two websites, for goodness sakes! I can't stand it. The title slides are hideous and childish. I can't believe I'm going to have to present such an ugly presentation. I didn't even know it was possible to make them so ugly.
Oh God. This sucks. I like the design I proposed, and it's not even something I drew myself, it's just a fucking template with some tweaks. Ugh I'm still pissed.
I guess I'll just not look at the slides while presenting.
Anyway yeah, I haven't blogged for an eternity. Not that there was anything to say/I wanted to say. Not that anyone reads this anymore, not that I care. I really need a new layout. This is so old.
Okay I'm going to try and not despair. I have exams to study for.
Damn, I can't leave where I am (sitting at the benches at my school). I can't leave to have lunch. This sucks. SUCKS. I have no friends, blah blah blah. Same old, same old.
Going to watch a play after exams. The Pillowman. Adrian Pang! Haha.
I'm still in a bad mood. Have tuition today. But it's the last day! I don't know what possessed me to say I'll teach P4 and P5 Science next year. Damnit they just want to exploit my cheap labour, it's not like they think I'm a good teacher or anything because I absolutely suck.
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We're talking about comparing and contrasting two websites, for goodness sakes! I can't stand it. The title slides are hideous and childish. I can't believe I'm going to have to present such an ugly presentation. I didn't even know it was possible to make them so ugly.
Oh God. This sucks. I like the design I proposed, and it's not even something I drew myself, it's just a fucking template with some tweaks. Ugh I'm still pissed.
I guess I'll just not look at the slides while presenting.
Anyway yeah, I haven't blogged for an eternity. Not that there was anything to say/I wanted to say. Not that anyone reads this anymore, not that I care. I really need a new layout. This is so old.
Okay I'm going to try and not despair. I have exams to study for.
Damn, I can't leave where I am (sitting at the benches at my school). I can't leave to have lunch. This sucks. SUCKS. I have no friends, blah blah blah. Same old, same old.
Going to watch a play after exams. The Pillowman. Adrian Pang! Haha.
I'm still in a bad mood. Have tuition today. But it's the last day! I don't know what possessed me to say I'll teach P4 and P5 Science next year. Damnit they just want to exploit my cheap labour, it's not like they think I'm a good teacher or anything because I absolutely suck.
06 October, 2007
On Making Someone a Good Man By Calling Him a Good Man @00:02
From Dave Egger's Short Short Stories, which I thought was inspirational,
Stuart has the face of a Scottish warrior. He has been told this, though he is unsure if this means he has a historically accurate and fierce Highlands look, or that he simply looks like a particular actor from Braveheart. Stuart has been friends with Margaret since they were very small. Margaret, soft in every way, recently married Phillipe, who is an idiot. Stuart feels no jealousy toward Phillipe, for he and Margaret were never romantic, and he actually wanted to like Phillipe, from the start he strained to like Phillipe, but Phillipe has always made this difficult because Phillipe is a moron. Phillipe does not work, or does not work often, and feels no guilt at all about allowing Maragaret to pay for food, for car repairs that he makes necessary, and for rent. When he has his own money, he goes on sportfishing vacations without Margaret. As we said, he is an idiot. Is he charming? He is not. Is he handsome? Passably. What, then, is his appeal? The narrator is not sure. Anyway, one day, Stuart and Phillipe were standing near each other at one of the many birthdays, bar mitzvahs and christenings at which they find themselves. As they were talking about sportfishing, which at least means Phillipe will not talk about the ineffectiveness of the UN, Phillipe noticed, at the corner of the building, a young boy being taunted by three others. Before Stuart could react, Phillipe sprinted toward the scrum, and chased away the offenders, and was soon consoling the young boy, who after a few minutes was laughing at Phillipe's jokes. When Phillipe returned to the gathering, Stuart, who saw the entire scene unfold, patted Phillipe on the back and said, 'Phillipe, you're a good man.' Stuart said this very seriously, because he was very impressed by Phillipe's heroics, and because the words 'good man' are used the the utmost sincerity in his family. In fact, the primary aspiration of the men in his family is to be called, by their father or grandfather or Great-Uncle Alastair, a 'good man'. So Stuart called Phillipe a good man, and though he felt initially that he might have jumped the gun, that one decent act doesn't necessarily define a man, Stuart was surprised to see that over the next weeks and months, Phillipe seemed to change. He stood straighter, he showed up on time. He was kind to, even chivalrous to, Margaret, and began a steady job. He sent her and two of her friends to a weekend spa, and fixed the broken door to her closet. Phillipe never said a word about being called a good man, and Stuart couldn't be sure that the words had any effect on him. But the change in him was clear: he was becoming what Stuart had called him, a good man, and Stuart wondered if we, all or any of us, are so easily improved. If all we need is this kind of semantic certainty. If to be named is to be realized. If once something like that is settled -- I am a good man! -- we no longer need to struggle, to guess, to err.
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Stuart has the face of a Scottish warrior. He has been told this, though he is unsure if this means he has a historically accurate and fierce Highlands look, or that he simply looks like a particular actor from Braveheart. Stuart has been friends with Margaret since they were very small. Margaret, soft in every way, recently married Phillipe, who is an idiot. Stuart feels no jealousy toward Phillipe, for he and Margaret were never romantic, and he actually wanted to like Phillipe, from the start he strained to like Phillipe, but Phillipe has always made this difficult because Phillipe is a moron. Phillipe does not work, or does not work often, and feels no guilt at all about allowing Maragaret to pay for food, for car repairs that he makes necessary, and for rent. When he has his own money, he goes on sportfishing vacations without Margaret. As we said, he is an idiot. Is he charming? He is not. Is he handsome? Passably. What, then, is his appeal? The narrator is not sure. Anyway, one day, Stuart and Phillipe were standing near each other at one of the many birthdays, bar mitzvahs and christenings at which they find themselves. As they were talking about sportfishing, which at least means Phillipe will not talk about the ineffectiveness of the UN, Phillipe noticed, at the corner of the building, a young boy being taunted by three others. Before Stuart could react, Phillipe sprinted toward the scrum, and chased away the offenders, and was soon consoling the young boy, who after a few minutes was laughing at Phillipe's jokes. When Phillipe returned to the gathering, Stuart, who saw the entire scene unfold, patted Phillipe on the back and said, 'Phillipe, you're a good man.' Stuart said this very seriously, because he was very impressed by Phillipe's heroics, and because the words 'good man' are used the the utmost sincerity in his family. In fact, the primary aspiration of the men in his family is to be called, by their father or grandfather or Great-Uncle Alastair, a 'good man'. So Stuart called Phillipe a good man, and though he felt initially that he might have jumped the gun, that one decent act doesn't necessarily define a man, Stuart was surprised to see that over the next weeks and months, Phillipe seemed to change. He stood straighter, he showed up on time. He was kind to, even chivalrous to, Margaret, and began a steady job. He sent her and two of her friends to a weekend spa, and fixed the broken door to her closet. Phillipe never said a word about being called a good man, and Stuart couldn't be sure that the words had any effect on him. But the change in him was clear: he was becoming what Stuart had called him, a good man, and Stuart wondered if we, all or any of us, are so easily improved. If all we need is this kind of semantic certainty. If to be named is to be realized. If once something like that is settled -- I am a good man! -- we no longer need to struggle, to guess, to err.
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