Monday, June 23, 2008
Wheeeeee one month to my birthday. Yes, well, four weeks can feel pretty long, but I think I've found something useful in my socpsych textbook. I can't remember its term, but anyway the gist of it is that I am one of those people who are more excited about the future than the present or past - well, my past makes me sad, but nevermind, and my present bores me - and I spend all my time planning for the future and by the time the event or whatever rolls around, I am considerably less excited.
I have newly discovered two indie bands, Death Cab For Cutie and The Dandy Warhols. Well, Death Cab has got quite a devoted following - they have been around for some time and I've heard of them before but never listened to them - but I'm not sure I would count myself amongst them because I must say the songs are too long and slightly monotonous and can be a bit boring. 'Soul Meets Body' is my favourite song because of its lyrics, not its melody etc. But I
love The Dandy Warhols. Their music is rather guitar-driven and its got spirit.
My first day back at school after the two week break wasn't too disorientating or anything. In fact it was same old, same old, same old boring. I had a new class, Individual & Community, but I mostly surfed the net. The teacher had a tendacy to deviate from the point and also she wasn't very good at holding our attention. She has a nervous deposition and her vocabulary is limited at times. I haven't learnt anything from our first lesson.
In Com Issues we got back our 40% essays. For my gay essay, I got a B with 29/40. This makes my average grade for Com Issues a B, because for my groupwork I got a Bplus. Hmm, it's OK. All Bs are okay. I only get excited when I get Aplus or an A. Nothing less than an A! That means no A minuses. After the tutor went through our essays, he made us watch 'Fast Food Nation'. I am officially turned off hamburgers and fast food of any type. Poop all over the meat patties...the guy who warms up the burger hurling a blob of phlegm into the middle of the burger... Urgh, no, no.
I got back my french test marks too. A mere A minus! Damn. And another girl got Aminus too. I slapped my forehead in self-directed rage when I remembered I forgot to add a 's' to the end of a word,
tu t'appelles. I mean, we don't pronounce the s when we speak, so of course it is a little hard to remember the redundent letter when writing it out. And also when I said
je habite a Toa Payoh, I linked
habite with
a so it came out 'habita'. I forgot all about the e at the end of habite.
When I sit back and think, I realise I am not doing that badly in school afterall. I am doing okay-fine at socpsych and com issues, and pretty well for writcom, and okay-not-that-okay for radio production. It's just the damned speechcom that might get me a fail grade. It's NOT fair. Imagine if even I score an average of Bplus for the rest of the subjects but fail speechcom, I still need to repeat the semester.
Which explains why I am going to do my phonetics journal with my heart and soul... Nah, I can't ,because my entries are mostly fake. But still if you were marking it, you would not think for a second that I didn't put effort in it.
i thought the world of you
9:45 PM
