Right now i'm blogging during Psych Colloquium presentations. Well not that i'm bored (I CHOSE to attend 4 sessions because I was interested in these topics. Others attended the minimum no. of sessions possible for the amount of Psych subjects they took.). Just that being able to connect to lvl 4 wireless connection from a lvl 2 classroom is something rare....
Been in the same classroom for almost 3 hours already. I wonder whether the student usher did not find me to be a bit out of my mind, attending so many sessions (which are, by the way, totally unrelated to the psych subject I'm taking this semester: Human Personality.)
Sat through Bosnia-Kosovo, China-Taiwan, Sri Lanka-Tamil Tigers, India-Pakistan already. Next up: Sudan-Darfur...
Back to listening...
(this post is sorta lame ain't it?)
samedi, novembre 24, 2007
vendredi, novembre 02, 2007
Pre-Parents' Day
Oh la la...
Tomorrow's 3rd November. Also, Parents' Day.
Knowing well what I have done throughout this semester so far, I can imagine what sort of corpse would I turn out to be at the end of tomorrow. No, perhaps even tomorrow afternoon.
It's really pretty unnecessary, holding Parents' Days at times when we are almost stepping into young adulthood and leaving our late teens. I mean, we do have to learn to really take responsibility of our own progress (and thus not rely on others), right? However, I guess it's inevitable: parents still wanna know what's going on at school, and how's their precious little investment doing out there. Yes, investment; after all it does cost money, non? Thus, if I were to hide that notification letter to my parents about this event, eventually they'll just suspect something's not right...and well, being prime target of such suspicion will lead me to somewhere worse than Hell. I don't like to lie, but I don't like to suffer either.
So, I skived off all of today's lessons in a desperate bid to finish up my already-overdue-by-1-whole-week Personality assignment paper...and yet in the end I couldn't accomplish my task. Never mind that it's already half done. Sometimes I really wonder what the hell am I doing or thinking, procrastinating while my deathday is tomorrow.
Yeah, so undoubtedly I would be subject to some intense atomic-bomb-grade blasting tomorrow. And yes, definitely, much more restrictions, rules, and N number of important "tenets" I should keep in my head infinite percent of the time. (Oh, man, I really do HATE the very last part.)
They (hint: folks) say by being concerned of my studies, I would be a much better student. But well, at this age, you can't expect me to be the same cute, little, obedient child that I was during Primary school? Erikson says people of my age are undergoing an Identity Crisis, and as far as I can see, mine is definitely unresolved. Let me search for my personality, my identity alone. Gimme some private space; don't always go nosing around what I am doing. Really, sometimes I think you all go waaaayyy too much. Overprotective, overconcerned. I need to learn, and not be saved by your so-called concern every single time i am about to stumble. (I haven't stumbled, even.) I'm not the sort of person who can tolerate insane amounts of times being bossed around. When I tell you I'm fine, you leave everything up to me. But once I do something that you don't accept, you boss about my life like no tomorrow. C'est très ennuyeux...
Whatever the case, the reality is this: Tomorrow's Parents' Day.
J'espère que je vais survivre.
Bonne chance a moi...
Tomorrow's 3rd November. Also, Parents' Day.
Knowing well what I have done throughout this semester so far, I can imagine what sort of corpse would I turn out to be at the end of tomorrow. No, perhaps even tomorrow afternoon.
It's really pretty unnecessary, holding Parents' Days at times when we are almost stepping into young adulthood and leaving our late teens. I mean, we do have to learn to really take responsibility of our own progress (and thus not rely on others), right? However, I guess it's inevitable: parents still wanna know what's going on at school, and how's their precious little investment doing out there. Yes, investment; after all it does cost money, non? Thus, if I were to hide that notification letter to my parents about this event, eventually they'll just suspect something's not right...and well, being prime target of such suspicion will lead me to somewhere worse than Hell. I don't like to lie, but I don't like to suffer either.
So, I skived off all of today's lessons in a desperate bid to finish up my already-overdue-by-1-whole-week Personality assignment paper...and yet in the end I couldn't accomplish my task. Never mind that it's already half done. Sometimes I really wonder what the hell am I doing or thinking, procrastinating while my deathday is tomorrow.
Yeah, so undoubtedly I would be subject to some intense atomic-bomb-grade blasting tomorrow. And yes, definitely, much more restrictions, rules, and N number of important "tenets" I should keep in my head infinite percent of the time. (Oh, man, I really do HATE the very last part.)
They (hint: folks) say by being concerned of my studies, I would be a much better student. But well, at this age, you can't expect me to be the same cute, little, obedient child that I was during Primary school? Erikson says people of my age are undergoing an Identity Crisis, and as far as I can see, mine is definitely unresolved. Let me search for my personality, my identity alone. Gimme some private space; don't always go nosing around what I am doing. Really, sometimes I think you all go waaaayyy too much. Overprotective, overconcerned. I need to learn, and not be saved by your so-called concern every single time i am about to stumble. (I haven't stumbled, even.) I'm not the sort of person who can tolerate insane amounts of times being bossed around. When I tell you I'm fine, you leave everything up to me. But once I do something that you don't accept, you boss about my life like no tomorrow. C'est très ennuyeux...
Whatever the case, the reality is this: Tomorrow's Parents' Day.
J'espère que je vais survivre.
Bonne chance a moi...
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