Look at those ducks, waddling around like they own the place.
How many myki mates does it take to operate one of those new ticket machines? If the photo I took was any indication, as many as you can spare.
I had two exams this semester. Well, one really since Environmental Systems doesn't really count. You fill out your name, tick some boxes and leave the room. Your H1 will be forwarded to you shortly. To the best of my recollection, one of the questions on my other exam paper last semester went a little like this.
There are three staff members, aka 'resources' who are rated for overall availability and work efficiency at three defined tasks. Two of them, one male and one female are white and the other is an Asian male. This is where every stereotype you can imagine kicks in. Predictably the Asian guy is available for longer and is generally more efficient at most tasks, in stark comparison to the local resources who rate at around 75%. The funniest part is probably where the woman is particularly inefficient at one task, running at about 40%. In one question, the lecturer has unintentionally (or perhaps not?) managed to create a racist and sexist exam question more controversial than a bucket of fried chicken. I suppose you could refuse to answer the question based on your individual moral outrage, or you might just not know how to answer it and made this bull up on the spot.
But as far as uni is concerned, laughing time is over for the time being. I'm doing a summer semester subject in a field I know next to nothing about so I really should start doing some of the readings to try and make some sense out of them before this subject comes around to kick my arse. Let's hope things go well in this subject, given my track record for decision making last year wasn't anything worth writing home about.
I'm looking forward to this year since it'll be my final year. The other day I was reminded that it's been more than six years since I left Box Hill and it's really surprising how time has passed. It certainly doesn't help looking at how the school's changed through YouTube videos of teachers being waxed for charity, or so they claim. While that certainly looks painful, I got distracted by seeing how the quad looks nothing like how I remember it. Still it'll be great not having to deal with the education system after this year, I just hope 25 years of education qualifies me for a position in office lackey work and acting barista for clients. Here's to 2010, if things don't work out I guess we still have 2012 to look forward to.
As the old saying goes, I'm not too old for this shit.
Fleetwood Mac was in town the other day. So naturally while on the tram I assumed every 40 - 50 year old getting off at Rod Laver Arena would be attending some Britney Spears concert. It could happen if she's still alive in a couple of decades, but going on current form who can really tell? But of course I could never afford to see something of that vintage and quality as I was off to the one dayer at the G' with Marcus, which of course we lost due to half the team literally getting caught out big time. I find that particular ad often comes back to bite the Vics in situations like these.
Once we figured out who was playing, a lot of fun was had speculating on who their support act would be. My favourites were Nickelback and/or Linkin Park for pure contrast in both style and quality. Just hearing "Fleetwood Mac with special guests Short Stack!" is enough to bring a smile to my stupid easily amused face. When I first heard of Short Stack could only envisage singing emo pancakes in spray on jeans and 'meggings' (Men in tights, but nothing like the Mel Brooks movie).
Indeed apart from that there wasn't all that much to smile about at the game itself. The only real point of interest was when the Chiu household lord and saviour Cam White brought himself on to bowl a couple of overs. Perhaps that was the omen I should've been looking out for. No, Whitey... no!
On a completely unrelated note, I realise it's been a very long time since I wrote anything here. Uni aside, writing these is a lot harder than it used to be given that I probably over think things too much so I end up rewriting a lot of what you see here. It's also a bit more difficult as I still link these posts through FriendFace/FaceSpace/SpaceFrame and I've become a lot more conscious as to who might be reading this pile of merde. Not that I expect many people to actually read whatever I write anyway.
I've come to see this as the test match version of blogging and my Twitter feed as the T20 version. Whichever form of the game I stick with remains to be seen. In any case, here endeth the hiatus.
The offending photograph in question was taken at my favourite spot in 516, the computer in the far corner of the room next to the window. I like it because it has plenty of natural light and space I can stare out into, plus having one less computer next to me means there's one less opportunity that I'll be annoyed by the person next to me. I know that sounds harsh but deal with it. Aside from food there's a book I was reading at the time, "Atlas of Novel Tectonics" which I'm considering buying over the interwebs just because it has a really cool cover. As the lady judge on Iron Chef might say, "Oooh, the texture!" On top of the book are my iPod, painkillers and student access card which I keep face down for a very good reason - my evil alter ego lives there. It's not my fault the girl who took my photo in first year didn't give a shit, and because of her I'm stuck with it for the remainder of my uni career. Interestingly enough, the painkillers I've been taking are recommended for "Headaches, back pain, muscle pain and period pain". That'll learn me for watching that episode of Gossip Girl.
I've come to accept the terms of my workload. Time is some sort of luxury that I cannot afford, but that only applies during the final 24 hours before something is due. Though surprisingly for an assignment we managed to get it done the day before, which must've been some sort of minor miracle worthy of church and press coverage. Actually we finished it early because we got an extension for our other subject all thanks to classmates who were doing a vastly more difficult subject. Bless each and every one of them, I say.
The not so funny thing about that assignment was that two of my friends who could've easily worked together were instead working with other people just because they got asked first. In both cases, each respective partner seemingly did as little work as possible while my friends did all the heavy lifting. And these were the friends who had the insanely difficult subject too. In the end we agreed they should have fobbed their partners off and let them outcasts work together. At least that way it'd become a contest to see who could do the least work.
On the upside, I was meant to go into uni tomorrow to work on a group project but my partner bailed on me at the last second... so I get to stay home! When I was telling my sister I ended up doing some sort of weird dance where I kept on chanting "homehomehomehomehome!" several times over. The thing is, I really like being at home. It's not only where the heart is, all my stuff is here too. I really really like my stuff.
As I've become annoyed at beginning each other post with an apology for not posting more often, said apology wil now come at the end of every post. Forgiveness, please!