stolen colours

Take a sip of alcohol (a sip, mind you, not a whole glass else you'll be drunk in no time) every time:

1. SHM says “Are you taking down notes?”
2. One of us says “Okay, next.”
3. SHM says “I would suggest…”
4. SHM says “For example…”
5. One of us looks at the clock.
6. Turtlewoman starts a new game on her PDA.
7. One of us screams “It Doesn't Matter!”

More to come.

Today was awful. Besides the usual wrangling and talking circles around the same old thing, he managed to insult us rather badly today. First he makes our brainwaves, brought up in an earlier meeting, seem like his own. Then he makes HIS mistake (i.e. telling us to do our graphs in a less appropriate way that resulted in Big-Kind-But-Busy-Prof wondering why we were doing things in such an awkward manner) seem like our mistake by saying “I see you've corrected the graphs today, Prof W told you they were wrong during the last meeting, didn't she.” Grr I did them the right way the first time round, after one hour of trying out table formats and variables, then you tell me to change, then you make it my fault? YOU BLOODY @(*&@^$&)@$ And what's with you aping Prof W with Green's PRECEDE model and whatever model of Health Behavior and interchanging the terms wrongly? Ugh. I have the feeling I've ranted about this before, but he does it every meeting, so I rant again after every meeting.

And please, we have brains. Don't keep saying “Are you taking down notes?” It's rather obvious which country you're from, with that.

The rest stayed back till 5 pm to finish the discussion section. I left earlier; feel rather bad about it.

I've never disliked a person so intensely in my life. I'm not even in a working environment yet, so I have the freedom to be insolent and bitch about him all I like. He's not giving me my grade or my salary.

A funny pic Turtlewoman took:

I wonder, sometimes when I have a particularly gripping vision of something that might happen in time to come, is it just imagination or a foretelling?

Came across this site while surfing for solutions to my MT 3.2 Internal Server Error problem. [ARGH. I CHMODed like hell already. I uploaded and reuploaded.]

** Four things **

Four jobs I’ve had in my life
1. Tuition teacher
2. Relief teacher
3. Survey minion for a market research company
Hm, I do think that covers it, actually.

Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Spirited Away
2. Beauty and the Beast (by Disney)
3. Finding Neverland
4. The Little Mermaid (by Disney)
Erm, I'd add Peter Pan in there too if I could.

Four places I have lived
1. Hougang
2. Serangoon North
3. Serangoon
4. Eewen's place in London?

Four TV shows I love to watch
1. Project Runway
2. House
3. America's Next Top Model
4. The Apprentice

I like reality tv shows where the idiot audience isn't the judge.

Four places I have been on vacation
1. London
2. Tokyo
3. Edinburgh
4. Penang

Four of my favourite dishes
1. Sashimi
2. Ban mian / U-mian
3. Dessert crepes
4. Salad (only at certain places)

Four websites I visit daily
1. My Movable Type interface (@$&^*@(#$*&%*#($@*%&#@(#)
2. Google
3. Blogs of a few friends
4. Singtel online SMS

Four places I would rather be right now
1. Tokyo
2. Out shopping
3. On my bed
4. *use your imagination for this one*

Four bloggers I am tagging
1. Stejuste
2. Rie
3. Shmeen
4. Alanna

Ugh. I have now deleted all trace of MovableType from my server because I just couldn't get it to work. I'm now trying to install once again from scratch, hopefully all goes well. It's rather amazing, the Movabletype directory alone took up 30% of my 200 MB quota. So that's where all my space went to. I had to delete half the songs from my radioblog.

Hope to see you back at black-brollies.net soon.

P.S. Watery, explosive diarrhea x 4 this morning. I have narrowed down the culprits to: the oyster and mussel I had yesterday; the yusheng; the sashimi; and the chocolate fountain.

*grin* Have discovered that I can tune in to rock stations on bbc.co.uk

Well, stone has written very well on his blog why we all hate our CHP supervisor so much. I don't want to call him a tutor 'cos he bloody sucks. The last session with Prof WML was wonderful, she kinda gave a mini-tutorial and is really encouraging. (Of course we all know she was lying through her teeth when she said “You have done a good job.” at the end.) I just wish she'd met us a lot earlier so we could at least have some direction for our project.

Which is why our CNY break isn't as happy as it could have been.

Lunch today was at Cafe Plaza – again. Next year we're going somewhere else. I met WM there; even on a holiday I can't help bumping into people from medfac.

It hurts to be vain, I must say. First I wear something less high-cut that usual, stick my marshmallow into the chocolate fountain, retract it, eat it, and chocolate drips into a rather embarrassing spot. Then I walk along the tables with thumbs stuck into jeans pockets and fingers hanging loosely flexed, and I smash my ring finger into a chair. OUCH. Father examined it and diagnosed periosteal inflammation; it hurts to flex and extend and my typing speed has slowed.

My cousin's two nieces are simply adorable. At six years and four years of age, they are more articulate that TCHS sec ones. Their baby photos are identical, but currently the elder girl is the spitting image of her mother, and the younger one of her father. (Well, kinda sad since my cousin is prettier than her husband is good-looking, but both husband and younger daughter are endearing and adorable.) There's a boy coming in March, we'll wait to see who he takes after.

Hm. That adds something else to the list of fun things about having kids that I've collated so far.

1. Naming them.
2. Seeing what they grow up to look like.

Erm. That's it so far. Will wait for other cousins to have offspring before I extend this list. (Dr BFG: i'd like an ultracool bishonen for a nephew.)

Link to plug: PostSecret.

Today was a nice semi-break from the number crunching. I was able to sleep well for the first time in a week; no more stress-induced insomnia and worrying about what to get done the next day. One of the recent Time magazine issues has a feature on intelligence and creativitiy: it says that the most creative time of the day is the morning, before one is exposed to stimuli as the day passes. That’s why I seem to get the most work done in the mornings, or why I suddenly wake up at unearthly times with the solution to a problem that grudgingly allowed me to fall asleep some hours earlier.

I watched episodes 9 to 12 of Paradise Kiss today after reunion dinner. By itself, I don’t think it’s a very good anime because so little of the manga was put it; but on the other hand, the main points were all in there. The whole point of watching it was to see the characters brought to life, and recalling whatever went on in the book as the episodes progressed. They didn’t leave out Isabella’s story, yippee! The last bit where they parted as she left the car moved me a lot more than in the manga; and I do wish they’d spent more time showing the room where George left his collection.

ink to plug: PostSecret.

Today was a nice semi-break from the number crunching. I was able to sleep well for the first time in a week; no more stress-induced insomnia and worrying about what to get done the next day. One of the recent Time magazine issues has a feature on intelligence and creativitiy: it says that the most creative time of the day is the morning, before one is exposed to stimuli as the day passes. That's why I seem to get the most work done in the mornings, or why I suddenly wake up at unearthly times with the solution to a problem that grudgingly allowed me to fall asleep some hours earlier.

I watched episodes 9 to 12 of Paradise Kiss today after reunion dinner. By itself, I don't think it's a very good anime because so little of the manga was put it; but on the other hand, the main points were all in there. The whole point of watching it was to see the characters brought to life, and recalling whatever went on in the book as the episodes progressed. They didn't leave out Isabella's story, yippee! The last bit where they parted as she left the car moved me a lot more than in the manga; and I do wish they'd spent more time showing the room where George left his collection.

I like playing with SPSS.

I hate typing tables and charts in Excel.

I hate making graphs and slides in Powerpoint.

I hate formatting stuff.

Grr.

These days I’ve changed my uniform. No boring blouses, skirts, pants and black shoes for hospitals. It’s back to boring T-shirts, jeans and worn old sandals.

I’ve lost any shred of respect I had for him. I wish I’d recalled one of the small meetings we had in the week before field at that time. First we have a meeting to discuss what the duration means and he said it was alright to have different n for the various groups in the end, just that we should be prepared to justify by stating that mothers jump between categories.
Minor gripe: the first time I presented some rudimentary data and pointed out that the intention is much higher than the actual practice, he said it was just an assumption on my part and wanted me to change my pie chart to something else. Then today he points that out to the whole group, as if it’s his idea like that.

Well, we fought the wrong foe last time. Now we ride into battle again. The enemy, however, remains the same.