Watched Lucy in JB with Zoe, it was honestly a very thought provoking movie for me especially the end. I was so engrossed with the ending as a myriad of thoughts were rushing into my head so I made a mental note to google a review to see what others thought. Unexpectedly, almost all the reviews on the first page were negative reviews that were so sarcastic and borderline retarded that did not provide any meaningful review and discussion. So here I am.
First of all, I just wanna raise a gigantic middle finger to those negative reviews that jumped on the bandwagon and bashed Lucy due to scientific fallacies. Every review pointed out a glaring loophole that human beings do not just use 10% of the brain. This is a freaking sci-fi movie, its NOT meant to be true in the first place? I'm sure those people must be a joy to have in parties, do we ever question the scientific facts behind gamma rays that made the Hulk? Do we question the radioactive spider that bit Peter Parker? Do we question what brand of shampoo Asgarde sold? Same goes to the scientific background of the CPH4 drug, who cares whether its really produced by a pregnant lady or whether it really forms the skull or whatever? Its just a science- FICTION movie. Please.
I personally felt that the last few minutes were the crux of the show. I was trying to understand what the director/scriptwriter wanted to tell us and what is his stand. The biggest question I had after the show ended was: Is this show trying to make us think about creationism vs evolution? If thats the case what did the scriptwriter think? What is his stand?
It seems that at 99% Lucy became one with time and could go back in time, which is quite interesting because it definitely showed evolution and the reverse big bang and first life forms were jellyfish (immortality throwback?) lookalikes and lastly crooked looking plants and finally the first cell.
At 100%, Lucy disappeared. Now everything up to this point has been a recount of the movie. From this point onwards its just what I felt after watching. It seems that the scriptwriter is leaning towards creationism since at 100%, Lucy essentially became God.
At 30% she was already showing signs of omniscient (all knowing with quantum physics, applied mathematics, memories, knowing all about another person by touching them etc), at 40-50% she was showing signs of omnipotence (all powerful, controlling objects and people at will etc) and at 99% - 100% she showed signs of omnipresence. (Controlling time, and that sms "I am everywhere " )
So the order of 99% and 100% actually mattered quite significantly to me. At 99% Lucy saw evolution and she wasn't "everywhere" yet, furthermore she actually saw the first cell, that was only possible if God came first and created the first cell. If cells came first before God, would God still be able to see the first cell that created him? I'm not too sure about the time travelling mechanics for God. Did God proceed to create lifeforms who were similar to himself and realised that it requires too much sustenance and slowly proceeded to "dumb down" till evolution took place? At least thats what I felt the scriptwriter was trying to say or maybe I'm just thinking too much/little.
Some things I could not think through.
1) The Lucy fingering the monkey scene appeared before dinosaurs. Not sure if there was a significance with that timeline.
2) First female monkey also called Lucy. I must have missed some sort of link. So did Lucy went to the first female monkey and passed on her knowledge of evolution to that monkey by connecting fingers? No idea because it conflicts with what I thought the scriptwriter was trying to imply.
Some random closing thoughts:
Scriptwriter must have thought funny people are smarter. When the junkie snorted the CPH4 directly into his nose, he started to laugh like a manic. What if taking in huge amounts of CPH4 actually results in a being that is so humorous that nothing is funny enough to make her laugh anymore? What if Robin Williams reached 100% and was so funny that nothing could make him laugh anymore and he just disintegrated and became God?
That random thought lead to Zoe and I trying to come up with a definition for a joke. According to dictionary: a joke is a thing that someone says to cause amusement or laughter, especially a story with a funny punchline.
Using what we learnt in N**, we came up with a new definition of joke: A statement that engages the prior knowledge of the audience that causes a disequilibrium and results in a laughing response while trying to achieve equilibrium with the punchline.
So, "life was given to us a billion years ago, now you know what to do with it."
Yes I do indeed, party hard, overdose on drugs and evolve into a flash drive/hard disk/cloud storage.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Saturday, June 7, 2014
God of Trolls really exist.
If you could only choose between having sex or eating food which would you choose and which would you give up?
A: Choose to eat. Give up having sex.
B: Choose to have sex. Give up eating.
B: Choose to have sex. Give up eating.
A twisted his back the next day.
B had infected gum the next day.
Yay its June holidays~!
Friday, May 30, 2014
After 8 months. The end of heaven.
It has been 10 months since I started this job and I shall soon be released from contract and going into *** for training. This post is mainly to serve as a reminder to myself in the future when I have children.
Today marks the end of Semester 1 and it is time for the Meet The Parents session again. As expected I wasnt required to be there ( reminder, next time just go home when the school is relocated back to tampines ) but nonetheless I was there from 8 am to 3 pm due to school policy. Did absolutely nothing except connect my laptop and microphone in the music room and sang songs.
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I have 2 ideas to remind myself in the future.
1) To find out the true personality of my child, I should consult the teachers who teaches the non-core subjects to get a clearer picture of my child's true colors.
Reasons being:
For core subjects like EMS, they are conducted in a classroom setting where it has been drilled since Pri 1 and there is more or less a certain amount of classroom discipline instilled into them.
Form teachers are with them for close to 3-4 hours a day and are generally very strict and fierce to enforce discipline and respect. Hence students are definitely more afraid of their form teachers.
Parents put alot of focus into their child's results, teachers put alot of focus into their child's results, no one actually cares too much about the moral upbringing and personality of the child as well as the positive/negative impact he brings to his peers and vice versa.
For non-core subjects like Music/PE/Art, this is where I feel that would allow the child to freely express himself. I can find out personality traits like whether my child has a competitive nature and whether he would resort to underhanded methods like cheating or violence to win during PE, or does he give up extremely easily in class when subjected to physical activities. For Art or Music, most boys would tend to dislike it as it seems feminine and pointless, this is where I will be able to see what my child's attitude is like towards things that he dislikes. Will he uphold his moral upbringing of respect over personal feelings and continue participating and listening to teacher's instructions or will he become a huge nuisance and pest in the class?
Case study/example 1:
An art assignment required students to decorate their names. A P4 student handed in a piece of artwork consisting of the words F.U.C.K. When confronted by the art teacher, the student was proud that he knew the word and proud that he knew what was the meaning of the word. The art teacher took this case to the form teacher, letting the form teacher settle.
Did the form teacher show the student's artwork during MTP session?
Nope.
Was the incident even mentioned?
Nope.
If it was my child, would I have wanted to know?
Fuck yes. Lol.
Case study/example 2:
This one happened in my class. A P3 student stood up in the middle of the class under no provocation randomly shouted: "CHAO CHEE BAI" and grinned cheekily at me. The rest of the class stared with a confused look since none of them even knew what was being said. I brought it up to the form teacher and when he confronted the student regarding what was said, the student cheekily replied "I dunno" to every single accusation.
The form teacher then gave me one of the stupidest suggestions ever. He told me to record it down next time. Like wtf? I have a fking lesson to conduct and I am expected to waste 50% of my handphone battery to record every single sound that this P3 kid makes for an hour just for an off chance that he decides to do that again? Hey buddy, in that case, its fine by me. Your form class, not mine lol.
Did the form teacher bring up this incident during MTP?
Nope.
If it was my child, would I have wanted to know?
Ccb yes.
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2) The second point is not really an idea, but a reminder not to be cynical. I feel that one of the key factors that determine whether a child is morally upright is how innocent/cynical he/she is.
Children are NATURALLY innocent. I belong to the 人之初性本善 faction and as long as children do not lose their innocence and naivety, they are on the right track regardless of results.
How to destroy a child's innocence?
By being a cynical adult, be it teacher or parent.
Imagine your child comes home one day and tells you "Daddy/mommy my form teacher say this school event is compulsory, so that day cannot have tuition/family gathering/violin/piano lessons etc."
A cynical parent that has a proud mentality would say " fk that shit. no such thing as compulsory in this world. your teacher talk cock only. go for ur tuition/violin/piano lesson and tell your teacher that day not free." ( of course the conversation would not be delivered in this manner. )
A part of the child's innocence just died inside, not because he cannot go to the school event, but rather the weight of the teacher's words, just became null and void that easily. The instructions from teachers that were once absolute, are now easily refutable not by himself, but by his parents. An internal struggle between obeying his parents and his teacher starts to occur and in the years to come, the teacher's words no longer have any impact to the child.
Imagine a student coming to you in the middle of the lesson complaining that his/her classmate called him/her stupid or told him/her to shut up.
A cynical teacher would be one that disregards the student's complaints due to its childish nature. ( "Teacher he use the S word", initially I thought it was the word shit. Actually it was the word stupid. Cute right? Lol)
I have to admit I was guilty of waving them away asking them to think whether they would become stupid just because others said so. It may seem logical and justifiable at that point of time to get on with the lesson and ignore such childish complaints, but I have since seen the error of my ways and it is exactly the same reason as before.
A part of the child's innocence just died inside, not because he was called stupid or told to shut up, but rather he resisted the urge to scold back his classmates and approached the teacher instead as it is the "right" thing to do. ( Of course we can say that the right thing to do was to ignore but they are P3s for fks sake, if you called me stupid at P3 I would have cursed your whole family to oblivion ) My disregard for such incidents would imply to the students that I am a teacher who tolerates and accepts such language to be used with no serious repercussions, the good students would get their innocence slowly chipped away by their classmates while the bad students would 变本加厉 and push their limits further.
Furthermore, I would have single handedly destroyed the framework that my colleagues in P1 and P2 so painstakingly built. So instead of approaching the teacher, the students would lose their innocence and they themselves will slowly become cynical as they realized that approaching teachers are useless since most of us "do not care" for such small matters. Small matters become big, and soon we will have more and more students submitting FUCK on their artwork.
Imagine a cynical parent meeting a cynical teacher during MTP session. What would happen?
The parents would think that the teachers are useless and the teachers will think that the parents are useless. Both parties are judging each other's uselessness and it becomes an extremely pointless meeting where both parties end up talking about how useless the other party is at their role. While all this is happening, the children are the ones that pick up the wrong things, mainly from cynical parents. This is how students lose their respect for their teachers, when their parents are at home discussing loudly about how useless teachers are.
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Write too much sian already. Mind starting to block, words starting to get choked, sentences starting to not make sense.
TLDR: Dont be cynical. Approach non-core teachers for a true assessment of my child's personality.
Today marks the end of Semester 1 and it is time for the Meet The Parents session again. As expected I wasnt required to be there ( reminder, next time just go home when the school is relocated back to tampines ) but nonetheless I was there from 8 am to 3 pm due to school policy. Did absolutely nothing except connect my laptop and microphone in the music room and sang songs.
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I have 2 ideas to remind myself in the future.
1) To find out the true personality of my child, I should consult the teachers who teaches the non-core subjects to get a clearer picture of my child's true colors.
Reasons being:
For core subjects like EMS, they are conducted in a classroom setting where it has been drilled since Pri 1 and there is more or less a certain amount of classroom discipline instilled into them.
Form teachers are with them for close to 3-4 hours a day and are generally very strict and fierce to enforce discipline and respect. Hence students are definitely more afraid of their form teachers.
Parents put alot of focus into their child's results, teachers put alot of focus into their child's results, no one actually cares too much about the moral upbringing and personality of the child as well as the positive/negative impact he brings to his peers and vice versa.
For non-core subjects like Music/PE/Art, this is where I feel that would allow the child to freely express himself. I can find out personality traits like whether my child has a competitive nature and whether he would resort to underhanded methods like cheating or violence to win during PE, or does he give up extremely easily in class when subjected to physical activities. For Art or Music, most boys would tend to dislike it as it seems feminine and pointless, this is where I will be able to see what my child's attitude is like towards things that he dislikes. Will he uphold his moral upbringing of respect over personal feelings and continue participating and listening to teacher's instructions or will he become a huge nuisance and pest in the class?
Case study/example 1:
An art assignment required students to decorate their names. A P4 student handed in a piece of artwork consisting of the words F.U.C.K. When confronted by the art teacher, the student was proud that he knew the word and proud that he knew what was the meaning of the word. The art teacher took this case to the form teacher, letting the form teacher settle.
Did the form teacher show the student's artwork during MTP session?
Nope.
Was the incident even mentioned?
Nope.
If it was my child, would I have wanted to know?
Fuck yes. Lol.
Case study/example 2:
This one happened in my class. A P3 student stood up in the middle of the class under no provocation randomly shouted: "CHAO CHEE BAI" and grinned cheekily at me. The rest of the class stared with a confused look since none of them even knew what was being said. I brought it up to the form teacher and when he confronted the student regarding what was said, the student cheekily replied "I dunno" to every single accusation.
The form teacher then gave me one of the stupidest suggestions ever. He told me to record it down next time. Like wtf? I have a fking lesson to conduct and I am expected to waste 50% of my handphone battery to record every single sound that this P3 kid makes for an hour just for an off chance that he decides to do that again? Hey buddy, in that case, its fine by me. Your form class, not mine lol.
Did the form teacher bring up this incident during MTP?
Nope.
If it was my child, would I have wanted to know?
Ccb yes.
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2) The second point is not really an idea, but a reminder not to be cynical. I feel that one of the key factors that determine whether a child is morally upright is how innocent/cynical he/she is.
Children are NATURALLY innocent. I belong to the 人之初性本善 faction and as long as children do not lose their innocence and naivety, they are on the right track regardless of results.
How to destroy a child's innocence?
By being a cynical adult, be it teacher or parent.
Imagine your child comes home one day and tells you "Daddy/mommy my form teacher say this school event is compulsory, so that day cannot have tuition/family gathering/violin/piano lessons etc."
A cynical parent that has a proud mentality would say " fk that shit. no such thing as compulsory in this world. your teacher talk cock only. go for ur tuition/violin/piano lesson and tell your teacher that day not free." ( of course the conversation would not be delivered in this manner. )
A part of the child's innocence just died inside, not because he cannot go to the school event, but rather the weight of the teacher's words, just became null and void that easily. The instructions from teachers that were once absolute, are now easily refutable not by himself, but by his parents. An internal struggle between obeying his parents and his teacher starts to occur and in the years to come, the teacher's words no longer have any impact to the child.
Imagine a student coming to you in the middle of the lesson complaining that his/her classmate called him/her stupid or told him/her to shut up.
A cynical teacher would be one that disregards the student's complaints due to its childish nature. ( "Teacher he use the S word", initially I thought it was the word shit. Actually it was the word stupid. Cute right? Lol)
I have to admit I was guilty of waving them away asking them to think whether they would become stupid just because others said so. It may seem logical and justifiable at that point of time to get on with the lesson and ignore such childish complaints, but I have since seen the error of my ways and it is exactly the same reason as before.
A part of the child's innocence just died inside, not because he was called stupid or told to shut up, but rather he resisted the urge to scold back his classmates and approached the teacher instead as it is the "right" thing to do. ( Of course we can say that the right thing to do was to ignore but they are P3s for fks sake, if you called me stupid at P3 I would have cursed your whole family to oblivion ) My disregard for such incidents would imply to the students that I am a teacher who tolerates and accepts such language to be used with no serious repercussions, the good students would get their innocence slowly chipped away by their classmates while the bad students would 变本加厉 and push their limits further.
Furthermore, I would have single handedly destroyed the framework that my colleagues in P1 and P2 so painstakingly built. So instead of approaching the teacher, the students would lose their innocence and they themselves will slowly become cynical as they realized that approaching teachers are useless since most of us "do not care" for such small matters. Small matters become big, and soon we will have more and more students submitting FUCK on their artwork.
Imagine a cynical parent meeting a cynical teacher during MTP session. What would happen?
The parents would think that the teachers are useless and the teachers will think that the parents are useless. Both parties are judging each other's uselessness and it becomes an extremely pointless meeting where both parties end up talking about how useless the other party is at their role. While all this is happening, the children are the ones that pick up the wrong things, mainly from cynical parents. This is how students lose their respect for their teachers, when their parents are at home discussing loudly about how useless teachers are.
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Write too much sian already. Mind starting to block, words starting to get choked, sentences starting to not make sense.
TLDR: Dont be cynical. Approach non-core teachers for a true assessment of my child's personality.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Ramblings after 2 months.
Fuck you CPF. Thats how I shall start this post. The amount on the contract verses the amount on the pay advice the difference is just too dam high.
Barely working for 2 months, I must say the job scope is pretty close to my expectations. In terms of curriculum, I take about 30+ periods a week from 745 to 1315. One day of CCA till 4. Thats about it. In terms of preparation, not much is needed since I am considered untrained and hence not required to do up a proper lesson plan, just leech other teacher's lesson plan can already. Even if I have to do one myself after ***, its just fluff and jargon. My specialty.
However, in terms of saikang, I must say, I really do get alot since the people my HOD can spam is literally me and another teacher only. Still, it is within my expectations UNTIL end of year comes. In short, everything that has to do with music, my HOD will propose a plan, and throw to me to execute. Holy shit, I took up the workload of 3 people for Prize Giving Ceremony alone and the very next day I took up the workload of 6 people for Arts Festival. Shall not go into details but just a brief version to remind myself to take MC if Arts Festival ever comes again.
Knowledge board, QR Codes
Directional Signs, Informative signs, Toilet signs. 147 signs in total, design + print + putting it up alone.
27 performing groups. Schedule + Rehearsal + Sound check + Collate music + Babysit
A fked up colleague that talks alot and volunteers alot of 天马行空 and 异想天开 ideas, and sabos me into executing them. Cb this mofo deserves one solid post on his own. In short, karma on me for getting carried so hard in NUS. He is an upgraded fked up version of the past me coz even the past me will just keep quiet and do nothing, whereas this fktard talks out of his ass while others wipe it for him.
After a gruesome end to the school term, there comes the stock taking. Fuck, even in NS I absofkinglutely hated to do stores. Furthermore, stock taking is like wiping a gigantic asshole having diarrhoea and its not even my own ass. Everyone just dumps their music resources on my table, music instruments are everywhere, there are like 40 over xylphones, 40 over ukeleles, 20 over drums, 42 angklungs, 200+ other random music accessories thrown all around the school. And I have to label them ONE BY FKING ONE with serial numbers and shit. ALONE. This is madness. The system is horrific, the execution is horrific, saikang I still can take it but laosaikang? Sigh.
Enough of negative stuff. Lets have some positive stuff. Teaching can truly give alot of job satisfaction when one looks past all the laosaikang. I had a group of P5 naughty boys who were ill behaved and had single digit score in Maths, they came up to me and said they wanted to perform for arts festival. Long story short, the naughtiest boy became the leader since only he had some dancing background. The rest of the naughty boys actually learnt how to dance from scratch and they sat in silence while listening to the leader teach them. It was truly enlightening how every single teacher warned me about them and there they were, despite the class hate, despite the teachers prejudice, despite the school's judgement, they managed to come up with a performance that even Minister asked for an encore.
I was shocked, truly shocked. It was the first time in my life I had a jaw dropping experience where my jaw involuntarily dropped. Its not those times where I dropped for the sake of dropping, this was real. I saw a group of naughty boys shuffling, break-dancing, somersaulting, coordinating formations from scratch. Up to the point where they performed for the Minister and they came running to me after their performance, eyes burning with desire, filled with passion, sweat pouring from everywhere, and asked me if they could do it again. The amount of passion and enthusiasm overwhelmed me at that moment and I must admit I teared up a little.
Think about it. Where do we get to see this kind of passion nowadays? You give those boys 10 years, they would become typical fkers like me.
Perform for school?
Imagine asking your friends to perform something they have never done before. This would be the typical response.
Perform an extra item for the Minster?
"Throw face la.. dowan la.. siao malu ourselves in front of minister only."
I am truly humbled by this experience, I have always said "grades are not everything" to sound politically correct. This time I fking mean it. For real.
To end this post, let me tell you all a joke. Within 2 weeks of joining the school, my colleagues during lunch asked me this question:" Would you like to know more about God?"
Barely working for 2 months, I must say the job scope is pretty close to my expectations. In terms of curriculum, I take about 30+ periods a week from 745 to 1315. One day of CCA till 4. Thats about it. In terms of preparation, not much is needed since I am considered untrained and hence not required to do up a proper lesson plan, just leech other teacher's lesson plan can already. Even if I have to do one myself after ***, its just fluff and jargon. My specialty.
However, in terms of saikang, I must say, I really do get alot since the people my HOD can spam is literally me and another teacher only. Still, it is within my expectations UNTIL end of year comes. In short, everything that has to do with music, my HOD will propose a plan, and throw to me to execute. Holy shit, I took up the workload of 3 people for Prize Giving Ceremony alone and the very next day I took up the workload of 6 people for Arts Festival. Shall not go into details but just a brief version to remind myself to take MC if Arts Festival ever comes again.
Knowledge board, QR Codes
Directional Signs, Informative signs, Toilet signs. 147 signs in total, design + print + putting it up alone.
27 performing groups. Schedule + Rehearsal + Sound check + Collate music + Babysit
A fked up colleague that talks alot and volunteers alot of 天马行空 and 异想天开 ideas, and sabos me into executing them. Cb this mofo deserves one solid post on his own. In short, karma on me for getting carried so hard in NUS. He is an upgraded fked up version of the past me coz even the past me will just keep quiet and do nothing, whereas this fktard talks out of his ass while others wipe it for him.
After a gruesome end to the school term, there comes the stock taking. Fuck, even in NS I absofkinglutely hated to do stores. Furthermore, stock taking is like wiping a gigantic asshole having diarrhoea and its not even my own ass. Everyone just dumps their music resources on my table, music instruments are everywhere, there are like 40 over xylphones, 40 over ukeleles, 20 over drums, 42 angklungs, 200+ other random music accessories thrown all around the school. And I have to label them ONE BY FKING ONE with serial numbers and shit. ALONE. This is madness. The system is horrific, the execution is horrific, saikang I still can take it but laosaikang? Sigh.
Enough of negative stuff. Lets have some positive stuff. Teaching can truly give alot of job satisfaction when one looks past all the laosaikang. I had a group of P5 naughty boys who were ill behaved and had single digit score in Maths, they came up to me and said they wanted to perform for arts festival. Long story short, the naughtiest boy became the leader since only he had some dancing background. The rest of the naughty boys actually learnt how to dance from scratch and they sat in silence while listening to the leader teach them. It was truly enlightening how every single teacher warned me about them and there they were, despite the class hate, despite the teachers prejudice, despite the school's judgement, they managed to come up with a performance that even Minister asked for an encore.
I was shocked, truly shocked. It was the first time in my life I had a jaw dropping experience where my jaw involuntarily dropped. Its not those times where I dropped for the sake of dropping, this was real. I saw a group of naughty boys shuffling, break-dancing, somersaulting, coordinating formations from scratch. Up to the point where they performed for the Minister and they came running to me after their performance, eyes burning with desire, filled with passion, sweat pouring from everywhere, and asked me if they could do it again. The amount of passion and enthusiasm overwhelmed me at that moment and I must admit I teared up a little.
Think about it. Where do we get to see this kind of passion nowadays? You give those boys 10 years, they would become typical fkers like me.
Perform for school?
Imagine asking your friends to perform something they have never done before. This would be the typical response.
Perform an extra item for the Minster?
"Throw face la.. dowan la.. siao malu ourselves in front of minister only."
I am truly humbled by this experience, I have always said "grades are not everything" to sound politically correct. This time I fking mean it. For real.
To end this post, let me tell you all a joke. Within 2 weeks of joining the school, my colleagues during lunch asked me this question:" Would you like to know more about God?"
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Law of Inverse Game Luck
It is official. I am now a teacher. This post will expose a certain ritual that I firmly believe in. A few post back I mentioned that I have been quite lucky and just a quick recap on how lucky I am:
Car accident no injury.
BTO in Tampines.
Graduated from NUS with no work done.
A- for FYP with no work done.
Successfully get a job that is within my target.
Zoe.
To be honest, I would love to credit all my luck to Zoe because life has never been the same after I met her. In fact, without her immense coaching before A levels, my Maths would have flunked just like my Physics and Econs. And most of you would know that she is a super tryhard in terms of studies so the fact that she took so much time off her revision to help me proves how lucky I am.
Those multiple coaching sessions allowed me to get into NUS due to an A in Maths despite the abysmal results in Physics and Econs and that was the start of the amazing luck.
I firmly believe in karma. Not so much as doing bad to others and bad things will happen to you also, but rather if something bad luck happens to you, you will get an equally lucky break.
Not many people know the full story of how NS screwed me over, but long story short, if NS didnt screw me over, I would not have met my hyper-carry in Uni. Case in point, bad luck -> good luck.
Not many people know the story of how I finally made the decision to quit maple due to extenuating circumstances, long story short, without quitting, I would have never started blackshot, never met HeavenRemix, never been able to stand on the stage of WCG kissing a medal, how many people can daresay they took a game so seriously so far to that extend? Furthermore I would have never started maple private server, never met Dollars/Ikke in DN which in turn would not have given me all the fun memories and money to go Taiwan, how many people can say they stood at the top of 2 MMORPGs? Case in point, bad luck? Fk that shit -> Even better luck.
So far, it may seem luck has been favouring me in irrelevant things like games. The next part of the story would go into Dota/LoL. Some of you may know, I went to WCG Dota when I was in secondary 3/4 and got 4th in the Asia Regionals. So therefore I always felt that I was good in MOBA games. LoL is a game that is similar in concept to Dota and I aspired to be as good in LoL as I was in Dota. However, despite previous success in Dota, despite dominating FPS, dominating Action MMO, dominating MMORPG, I could not go far in LoL. Perhaps I was old, perhaps I was getting tired of games, perhaps I coudlnt give enough fks to be a tryhard, but an interesting phenomenon occured.
Every time a really important life event was going to happen, I would go on MASSIVE losing streaks. I was still playing ranked games despite 0 progress in FYP, after 17 consecutive losses, I stopped playing, and suddenly my FYP was done. After the interview, I had 16 consecutive losses, and abracadabra I am now a teacher with my dream subject combination.
Perhaps I am giving myself an excuse as to why I suck in LoL, but being bad was well worth it.
Going into the next part of my life, I am kinda sorta reluctant. Not that I dowan to work or I dowan to stop playing, its just that I have to start giving a fk to things that I have long not given fks to.
Things that I have not given a fk to:
1) People.
2) Building relationships.
3) Impressions of others.
4) My image.
Now that I have to start work, be a role model, start making friends with colleagues, suck HOD balls, trying to carry on pointless and boring and fake conversations with people I give zero fucks to. Sigh.
Grow the fk up Danny. Stop whining like a little bitch. I guess this is what it means to 踏入社会. Time to respect authority and stop testing/challenging the system. Time to 早睡早起, time to be politically correct, time to man up and shoulder some responsibility and work towards a family someday.
One thing will never change though,
Dear Miss Yeo,
I love you. I want to make you Mrs Chu soon <3
Regards,
Mr Jay =D
You will always be the silver lining to whatever bad luck that bestows upon me, you will always be the good luck that follows me around without complaints, and as some would say: blind faith.
Car accident no injury.
BTO in Tampines.
Graduated from NUS with no work done.
A- for FYP with no work done.
Successfully get a job that is within my target.
Zoe.
To be honest, I would love to credit all my luck to Zoe because life has never been the same after I met her. In fact, without her immense coaching before A levels, my Maths would have flunked just like my Physics and Econs. And most of you would know that she is a super tryhard in terms of studies so the fact that she took so much time off her revision to help me proves how lucky I am.
Those multiple coaching sessions allowed me to get into NUS due to an A in Maths despite the abysmal results in Physics and Econs and that was the start of the amazing luck.
I firmly believe in karma. Not so much as doing bad to others and bad things will happen to you also, but rather if something bad luck happens to you, you will get an equally lucky break.
Not many people know the full story of how NS screwed me over, but long story short, if NS didnt screw me over, I would not have met my hyper-carry in Uni. Case in point, bad luck -> good luck.
Not many people know the story of how I finally made the decision to quit maple due to extenuating circumstances, long story short, without quitting, I would have never started blackshot, never met HeavenRemix, never been able to stand on the stage of WCG kissing a medal, how many people can daresay they took a game so seriously so far to that extend? Furthermore I would have never started maple private server, never met Dollars/Ikke in DN which in turn would not have given me all the fun memories and money to go Taiwan, how many people can say they stood at the top of 2 MMORPGs? Case in point, bad luck? Fk that shit -> Even better luck.
So far, it may seem luck has been favouring me in irrelevant things like games. The next part of the story would go into Dota/LoL. Some of you may know, I went to WCG Dota when I was in secondary 3/4 and got 4th in the Asia Regionals. So therefore I always felt that I was good in MOBA games. LoL is a game that is similar in concept to Dota and I aspired to be as good in LoL as I was in Dota. However, despite previous success in Dota, despite dominating FPS, dominating Action MMO, dominating MMORPG, I could not go far in LoL. Perhaps I was old, perhaps I was getting tired of games, perhaps I coudlnt give enough fks to be a tryhard, but an interesting phenomenon occured.
Every time a really important life event was going to happen, I would go on MASSIVE losing streaks. I was still playing ranked games despite 0 progress in FYP, after 17 consecutive losses, I stopped playing, and suddenly my FYP was done. After the interview, I had 16 consecutive losses, and abracadabra I am now a teacher with my dream subject combination.
Perhaps I am giving myself an excuse as to why I suck in LoL, but being bad was well worth it.
Going into the next part of my life, I am kinda sorta reluctant. Not that I dowan to work or I dowan to stop playing, its just that I have to start giving a fk to things that I have long not given fks to.
Things that I have not given a fk to:
1) People.
2) Building relationships.
3) Impressions of others.
4) My image.
Now that I have to start work, be a role model, start making friends with colleagues, suck HOD balls, trying to carry on pointless and boring and fake conversations with people I give zero fucks to. Sigh.
Grow the fk up Danny. Stop whining like a little bitch. I guess this is what it means to 踏入社会. Time to respect authority and stop testing/challenging the system. Time to 早睡早起, time to be politically correct, time to man up and shoulder some responsibility and work towards a family someday.
One thing will never change though,
Dear Miss Yeo,
I love you. I want to make you Mrs Chu soon <3
Regards,
Mr Jay =D
You will always be the silver lining to whatever bad luck that bestows upon me, you will always be the good luck that follows me around without complaints, and as some would say: blind faith.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Job *** Interview
Ok this post is meant to be informative. So I will keep the vulgarities at a bare minimum.
So you think you can teach?
Lets not kid ourselves. What exactly is "passion for teaching"? When people tell me they have a passion for teaching, my first impression is "he likes to be the smartest person in a group" or "he likes to 讲大道理 ". Do not get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with both mentalities. Everyone enjoys being the smartest in the group or having people listen to your 大道理.
So basically, if you wanna be a teacher, apply online, wait for reply, if shortlisted go down to *** for essay writing and interview and a 5 min verbal presentation on any topic of your choice.
Here are the essay questions that were given to me. ( 3 choose 1 )
1) What are your views on a teacher dating a student after he/she graduates and is of legal age?
2) What are your views on a teacher accepting expensive gifts from students?
3) Responsibility, Integrity, Respect bla bla bla, which of the above core values do you think is the most important and why?
Obviously being the humji dog that I am, I chose Q3.
And I am quite sure people who know me know what are my views on Q1 and Q2 hence understanding why I chose Q3 since I do want to get the job.
Next was the interview, 4 old people asking me a bunch of standard questions.
Pro tip: Do not say things like "I like to interact with kids" if you are a male. Just don't.
So why do you want to be a teacher?
What I wanted to say:
I dun. I dun even wanna work a single day of my life. I just wanna sit on my ass playing games with money dropping from the sky.
What I said:
"I feel that as a teacher, I play an instrumental role in molding the nation's future and I feel a great sense of achievement and satisfaction when I am able to inspire the next generation of students the way my teachers have inspired me in the past."
So what makes you think you can be a teacher?
What I want to say:
Because the students today are fked up. I am fked up. I understand them. Takes one to know one. You think your *** courses are enough to cover the amount of toxicity in the generation of students today? Lmao. Just ask the minister of education to go play 10 ranked games in LoL and I assure you he will revamp his useless policies and courses the very next day.
What I said:
"From young I have been known to be vocal and hence I want to work in an environment where I can interact and communicate with others while exchanging intellectual ideas. With my outgoing personality and my continual involvements with both music and sports, I believe I fit right into the ***'s policy of having a holistic education experience and hence be able to guide and inspire students to take the holistic path in education as well."
Edit: The entire segment above was just a joke. Everything on this blog is a joke. A great big joke. Now that I have the job, I love teaching and I am just trying really hard to be funny k? So dear *** background checker, I am just a humble teacher who tries too hard to be funny, please 大人有大量 and let me carry on trying to entertain myself without blacklisting me or firing me ok? Thanks in advice mighty ***<3
Edit 2: Replaced all traces of my boss name into ***. Save my own humji ass.
So you think you can teach?
Lets not kid ourselves. What exactly is "passion for teaching"? When people tell me they have a passion for teaching, my first impression is "he likes to be the smartest person in a group" or "he likes to 讲大道理 ". Do not get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with both mentalities. Everyone enjoys being the smartest in the group or having people listen to your 大道理.
So basically, if you wanna be a teacher, apply online, wait for reply, if shortlisted go down to *** for essay writing and interview and a 5 min verbal presentation on any topic of your choice.
Here are the essay questions that were given to me. ( 3 choose 1 )
1) What are your views on a teacher dating a student after he/she graduates and is of legal age?
2) What are your views on a teacher accepting expensive gifts from students?
3) Responsibility, Integrity, Respect bla bla bla, which of the above core values do you think is the most important and why?
Obviously being the humji dog that I am, I chose Q3.
And I am quite sure people who know me know what are my views on Q1 and Q2 hence understanding why I chose Q3 since I do want to get the job.
Next was the interview, 4 old people asking me a bunch of standard questions.
Pro tip: Do not say things like "I like to interact with kids" if you are a male. Just don't.
So why do you want to be a teacher?
What I wanted to say:
I dun. I dun even wanna work a single day of my life. I just wanna sit on my ass playing games with money dropping from the sky.
What I said:
"I feel that as a teacher, I play an instrumental role in molding the nation's future and I feel a great sense of achievement and satisfaction when I am able to inspire the next generation of students the way my teachers have inspired me in the past."
So what makes you think you can be a teacher?
What I want to say:
Because the students today are fked up. I am fked up. I understand them. Takes one to know one. You think your *** courses are enough to cover the amount of toxicity in the generation of students today? Lmao. Just ask the minister of education to go play 10 ranked games in LoL and I assure you he will revamp his useless policies and courses the very next day.
What I said:
"From young I have been known to be vocal and hence I want to work in an environment where I can interact and communicate with others while exchanging intellectual ideas. With my outgoing personality and my continual involvements with both music and sports, I believe I fit right into the ***'s policy of having a holistic education experience and hence be able to guide and inspire students to take the holistic path in education as well."
Edit: The entire segment above was just a joke. Everything on this blog is a joke. A great big joke. Now that I have the job, I love teaching and I am just trying really hard to be funny k? So dear *** background checker, I am just a humble teacher who tries too hard to be funny, please 大人有大量 and let me carry on trying to entertain myself without blacklisting me or firing me ok? Thanks in advice mighty ***<3
Edit 2: Replaced all traces of my boss name into ***. Save my own humji ass.
25 years old
Dayum I'm 25. Take a deep breath, take one step back, DAYUM I'm 25.
No accomplishments, no job, no money but a $300k HDB loan and a girlfriend looking forward to getting married. DAYUM.
It has been a long long long time since I bothered to write anything here since I only do so if something significant happened such as game maintenance or during exam time where anything else seems 100000x more fun. But I guess there are some things for me to remember as a joke in the future.
I graduated. That itself has to be the greatest joke of the Singapore education system. I got carried so so so so hard and I can daresay I learnt close to absolutely nothing in the 4 years except the fact that I am not suited to be a computer engineer. Therefore I shall dedicate an entire paragraph to my beloved carry: Lets call him R.
I was destined to graduate from NUS by doing nothing the day SAF posted me to 30 SCE. Reason being if I did not know my NS buddy, he would not have introduced me to R in the first day of school. So how did he carry? Basically, for the 8 semesters in NUS, I did not have to plan for any of my core modules and electives at all. He single handedly planned the perfect timetable for our clique that involves the most efficient "bid points to free day to easiness" ratio. I would sleep until 4pm on close bidding day, he would wake me up and tell me how many points to bid for which mod and I would just follow suit. G-motherfking-G. He even taught me some CORS mechanics that involved dropping a core mod and bidding it in round 3 to refund half the points or sth, till today I have no idea whats happening, I just listened to him. The catchphrase in the 4 years was "Dun doubt R".
To put things into perspective, I would wake up, check my whatsapp, R would tell me today got lecture, I would go empty handed, walk into the LT and notes would be printed for me on the table already. Sometimes I would take electives and would briefly mention my project deadlines to R and 2 days before the deadline holyfk R would remind me that I had a deadline for a mod that he never even take. LOL.
In year 4, we had to choose our FYPs, we tried to look for the same prof and do the same FYP together. Sadly our cap discrepancy was too big and for once my guilty conscience SCREAMED at me when R wanted to reject a FYP that he wanted to do because the prof didnt want to take me in as well. Therefore I decided to man up, and told him I would be fine doing another FYP on my own.
My FYP was a joke. But thats another story for another time.
One of the most memorable getting carried experience was CS4243, R literally SOLO-ED the whole project, we never met up even ONCE for this project. On the presentation day itself, R told me and H to go school early, and he showed us the PPT slides and explained to us what he did and taught us what to say. Ultimate carry. Not to mention we got extra marks because apparently the work R did was so good that it even beat all the name long name short people. Holy fuuck I think saying I got carried is definitely an understatement at this point. Up till today I still have no idea what CS4243 stands for.
TBC.
*** / *** Interview
Relief teaching all girls school
$220 谭鱼头 bday treat.
Inverse law of game luck.
No accomplishments, no job, no money but a $300k HDB loan and a girlfriend looking forward to getting married. DAYUM.
It has been a long long long time since I bothered to write anything here since I only do so if something significant happened such as game maintenance or during exam time where anything else seems 100000x more fun. But I guess there are some things for me to remember as a joke in the future.
I graduated. That itself has to be the greatest joke of the Singapore education system. I got carried so so so so hard and I can daresay I learnt close to absolutely nothing in the 4 years except the fact that I am not suited to be a computer engineer. Therefore I shall dedicate an entire paragraph to my beloved carry: Lets call him R.
I was destined to graduate from NUS by doing nothing the day SAF posted me to 30 SCE. Reason being if I did not know my NS buddy, he would not have introduced me to R in the first day of school. So how did he carry? Basically, for the 8 semesters in NUS, I did not have to plan for any of my core modules and electives at all. He single handedly planned the perfect timetable for our clique that involves the most efficient "bid points to free day to easiness" ratio. I would sleep until 4pm on close bidding day, he would wake me up and tell me how many points to bid for which mod and I would just follow suit. G-motherfking-G. He even taught me some CORS mechanics that involved dropping a core mod and bidding it in round 3 to refund half the points or sth, till today I have no idea whats happening, I just listened to him. The catchphrase in the 4 years was "Dun doubt R".
To put things into perspective, I would wake up, check my whatsapp, R would tell me today got lecture, I would go empty handed, walk into the LT and notes would be printed for me on the table already. Sometimes I would take electives and would briefly mention my project deadlines to R and 2 days before the deadline holyfk R would remind me that I had a deadline for a mod that he never even take. LOL.
In year 4, we had to choose our FYPs, we tried to look for the same prof and do the same FYP together. Sadly our cap discrepancy was too big and for once my guilty conscience SCREAMED at me when R wanted to reject a FYP that he wanted to do because the prof didnt want to take me in as well. Therefore I decided to man up, and told him I would be fine doing another FYP on my own.
My FYP was a joke. But thats another story for another time.
One of the most memorable getting carried experience was CS4243, R literally SOLO-ED the whole project, we never met up even ONCE for this project. On the presentation day itself, R told me and H to go school early, and he showed us the PPT slides and explained to us what he did and taught us what to say. Ultimate carry. Not to mention we got extra marks because apparently the work R did was so good that it even beat all the name long name short people. Holy fuuck I think saying I got carried is definitely an understatement at this point. Up till today I still have no idea what CS4243 stands for.
TBC.
*** / *** Interview
Relief teaching all girls school
$220 谭鱼头 bday treat.
Inverse law of game luck.
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