The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : March 5, 2009
If everyone needs a well deserved break at some point of time, I’m happy to be having mine at this moment. After a week of no formal lectures but routine of juggling between 3 mods, to be specific, has officially drained my energy, leaving me weary. Tutorial class facilitation – my first stint at such a thing, wasn’t that bad afterall. Despite the momentary silences which filled the conference-like table and eyes darting at each other to speak up, it went pretty smooth and on track. I guess, the 3 of us did a pretty good job facilitating the class through the topic of Japanese community, women in specific, in Spore. Doing the readings and trying to find out more about these people over the past week has no doubt fuelled my interest with these Jap, I must say. It is quite interesting to study human behaviour in fact. Like for example why they choose to come over to Spore instead of the West for example. I’ve always wanted to read a sociology module, to analyse general human behaviour and tendencies even. Human patterns, that would be interesting. But oh well that’s for my SS mod. My ME mods both FM and feedback papers cannot be classified as mid term papers to begin with. FM as one put it was lame. Feedback was a no-brainer for it was open book and MCQ. Probability still boils down to 20%. So well. I guess mid terms for ME department at least together with labs of coz are like give away marks lecturers throw at us. Like a dog bone analogy. Marks are thrown at you, let’s see if you can catch it kindda thing. Let’s see how far this (10 or 20)% makes a difference. Oh well! So that’s that for mid terms. Or rather post recess week. Since mid terms ain’t a very apt word in my context.
On another note, I think music can really inspire someone. It’s like when you are enjoying the melody, beat, lyrics, voice (to each his own, yeah), you feel something above all this physical things which stifle you at times. You feel some form of a connection to music, the art form. You can even find comfort through a hip-hop number. It doesn’t always have to be the oh-so-melancholic number and right words to grip you from falling off the edge. Ahh… letting my fingers do the talking as dhilli 6 songs soothe my every tired bone in my body. Blissful I say. To say ARR is god is an understatement of the year. That is if you draw the parallel that god is unsurpassable. Then yes, ARR is THE man, MY man. I’m gonna turn in early. 2.09am p.s. nike sister one. i bid you farewell. thanks for being my love for a period of time. HAHA. |
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