OMG BRAD.
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Midterm
Had the Greek myth midterm today. 30 questions, and it was really easy. The lecturers, however, had requested the students not to turn in their paper until an announcement was made, because they didn’t want the noise level to go so high when other students were still taking the midterm. I thought this was perfectly acceptable. We took the paper in a lecture hall, so there weren’t any desks.
About 5 minutes in, this person in my row had already finished the paper. Resident nerd. Glasses, hair, the works. Always did crossword puzzles during the lecture. He had to cross past the entire row, so he moved all the way to one of the invigilators and asked if he could hand in his paper now. Invigilator said no. He had this stupid ‘WTF’ look on his face and mouthed ‘fuck’ to no one in particular.
So he moved back to his seat, which meant he had to cross all of us (again). And for some goddamn reason, he decided that he’ll try another invigilator, so he crossed us for a third time. I was so pissed, I wanted to yell ’stop walking or I’m going to fucking trip you.’
Anyway. He talks to another person, and she reiterates what was said before. He says ‘WHY??!?!?11one’, and I didn’t hear anything else after that.
So he went back to his seat and waited for the announcement. The second the first word slipped into the microphone, he jumped up like his pants were on fire. And he forgot to zip his bag as he left.
LOLNERD.
Steve’s the longest running Beast, right?
I wonder how many women he’s kissed. O___o
Bought one $200 ticket to the final performance of Beauty and the Beast on Broadway… I intended to watch the musical three times - and I still intend to - but I thought I should get the final performance ticket first. It’s going to sell out fast as time passes. The $40 tickets have all been snapped up, so I guess my decision to buy early was right.
Psych
I suddenly remembered my Psychology lecturer’s little story while in the shower (again).
His fiancee’s studying in Boston, and it turned out that the guys there were real gentlemen. Opened doors for her and stuff like that. So he retold the conversation that happened:
Fiancee: The guys there are so gentlemanly and nice! Why can you open the door for me for once?
Him: What, you can’t open doors by yourself?
And I’ve come to the conclusion that everything you do towards other people counts as prejudice. Because the textbook says so. Calling Hilary Clinton a bitch? Prejudice. Allowing men to open the door for you? Prejudice. Unconsciously avoiding other races? Prejudice. White princesses? Prejudice. Black princesses? Prejudice. LOLCOCONUTS? Prejudice.
Because things that I didn’t consider prejudicial becomes prejudicial. If I yell at a housewife for being incompetent, I’m prejudiced, because I’m adding to the stereotype that housewives are incompetent. But what if she’s really incompetent?
Cornflakes and milk in my Mickey cup is the best food EVER.
Before I forget
I always seem to think of things in the shower.
My capacity for social interaction seems to be declining as I get older and older. I remember in secondary school I craved for friends. I couldn’t even walk to the bus stop by myself. But now, walking alone is nice.
I think I just don’t have the patience to involve myself anymore. There is too much effort to put into making friends. You have to strike up conversations - which has been an enormous hurdle for me since I can remember - and maintain the conversation. And I just don’t care anymore about small chat, where you learn nothing of the other person. I don’t think I’ve made a single friend in the last year. I didn’t make friends in NUS, only acquaintances, and that was only when you were forced to work with them. After that, you hear no more from them. Joey was actually kinda cute.
So all that bullshit about OBS and making lifelong friends… I don’t think so. My friends spent 5 days a week with me, and me with them for 2 (or 4) years. In university you just don’t have that chance. You’re shuffled off to new classes every semester, and you meet a whole bunch of people that you have to introduce yourself to again. I’m just tired of doing that over and over, and at this point, I don’t care anymore.
I’m a narcissistic pig when I talk about myself to myself, but I seem to be really uncomfortable when talking to others about myself. Yeah, I’m an American who lived in Singapore all her life, but when people here ask me where I’m from, I just cut the ‘American’ part and say I’m from Singapore. So now I’m the ‘foreign student’, the Asian whose ‘a’s are pronounced ‘ah’s and she’s holed up in her room 24/7, oh gee, guess the stereotype was right: all Chinese people are hard workers and have no life. I can feel people thinking ’she has cancer? Or is she balding?’ when they see my spots when I come out of the shower (trichotillomania, if you’re wondering).
I hate getting embarrassed or being caught in vulnerable situations. Perhaps it’s pride, but that is the sole reason why I do not like change. I have to adapt to the new environment, figure out where the toothbrushes go, how to turn on the hot water, and even how to order a pizza from my dorm (which I haven’t, because I’m scared I’ll screw up or something) and the simplest thing like how to mail a letter in this country I have to learn. And seriously, when I’m in a bathrobe, or brushing my teeth, or washing my face, I feel vulnerable, okay? SO STOP TALKING TO ME.
