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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
My FML Life 5:20 PM
In other FML news, I had to pay RM350 to the Desaria management for utilities I DID NOT EVEN INCUR.
Its like this. I went through an entire semester without receiving a single utility bill. This led me to think that my housemates were the thrifty, utility-conserving type, but how wrong I was. The management told me my housemates may have thrown away the bill after it was posted on our door each time. They broke down the RM350 sum into monthly averages and it came up to almost RM100 each month!
I COULD NOT POSSIBLY have incurred that huge bill because I only stay from Monday to Thursday, sometimes even less. And to top it off, I have never even once used the air conditioner! FML. Now I have to pay RM350 for something I didn't use.
The good news is that I've checked out of Desaria (after two and a half years) and am seriously reconsidering staying there next semester. Hopefully a better (read: cheaper) option presents itself soon. For now, I'm just glad to be home.
Its like this. I went through an entire semester without receiving a single utility bill. This led me to think that my housemates were the thrifty, utility-conserving type, but how wrong I was. The management told me my housemates may have thrown away the bill after it was posted on our door each time. They broke down the RM350 sum into monthly averages and it came up to almost RM100 each month!
I COULD NOT POSSIBLY have incurred that huge bill because I only stay from Monday to Thursday, sometimes even less. And to top it off, I have never even once used the air conditioner! FML. Now I have to pay RM350 for something I didn't use.
The good news is that I've checked out of Desaria (after two and a half years) and am seriously reconsidering staying there next semester. Hopefully a better (read: cheaper) option presents itself soon. For now, I'm just glad to be home.
But it DOES look beautiful at night, doesn't it?
Happiness is... The End of a Semester! 2:34 AM
After all the hard work, stress and strain, toiling and boiling for an entire semester, the end is quite a relief.
We finished editing our final drama on Wednesday and the result is a satisfactory video for us first-time filmmakers. I can't post it here though because we didn't manage to save it in Quicktime movie (we tried, but only the audio was saved). Bummer, now I can't even show people our hard work :(
I won't be having much of a holiday as internship starts next Tuesday. And there are extracurricular activities afoot. I'm not complaining though, I love work and working. Let's hope I don't have to eat my words when I'm drowning in busyness.
Dinner's ready. Tata y'all. And happy holidays.
P.S.
Christmas is almost here!!!
We finished editing our final drama on Wednesday and the result is a satisfactory video for us first-time filmmakers. I can't post it here though because we didn't manage to save it in Quicktime movie (we tried, but only the audio was saved). Bummer, now I can't even show people our hard work :(
I won't be having much of a holiday as internship starts next Tuesday. And there are extracurricular activities afoot. I'm not complaining though, I love work and working. Let's hope I don't have to eat my words when I'm drowning in busyness.
Dinner's ready. Tata y'all. And happy holidays.
Christmas is almost here!!!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
If I Could Turn Back Time 2:33 AM
I am now officially exam-free, hence the new blog post.
And now that the PR exam is over, let me grouch about it. First off, thanks Leeyi for the lovely wishes yesterday, but as much as I crave a HD, I don't think its quite possible. I studied hard, made sure I read everything, memorized case studies, yet I wasn't able to put it all on paper. The lecturer kept reminding us that we have to write as much as possible, to fill out page after page because apparently, that shows how 'knowledgeable' you are.
I think that's a bunch of crap. Just because you can fill an exam booklet to the brim doesn't prove anything, other than your speed-writing abilities. Its such a frustratingly stupid criteria to grade exams by, not that exams are a good measure in the first place.
So there I was struggling to meet the criteria (7 pages for Section A, 3 pages for each question in Section B) and failing. That's one of my epic weaknesses when it comes to exams - I am somehow unable to write lengthy expositions (it doesn't help that I write slowly). Then again, I probably spent too much time thinking and not writing.
As I headed home on the bus however, a thought struck me. My entire happiness seemed to depend on doing well in an exam; my whole life revolved around my grades. I was positively possessed by it, by the number of A's I can get on my transcript. Its hard to explain why this is so important to me. Getting good grades hardly makes you a better person - you are neither more beautiful nor more fulfilled, and the pressure to get the next A is more a curse than a blessing.
Its out of my hands now, but as the saying goes, "do your best and leave the rest to God". So I will. I just wish this wasn't so important to me. It consumes me and makes me a wreck.
And now that the PR exam is over, let me grouch about it. First off, thanks Leeyi for the lovely wishes yesterday, but as much as I crave a HD, I don't think its quite possible. I studied hard, made sure I read everything, memorized case studies, yet I wasn't able to put it all on paper. The lecturer kept reminding us that we have to write as much as possible, to fill out page after page because apparently, that shows how 'knowledgeable' you are.
I think that's a bunch of crap. Just because you can fill an exam booklet to the brim doesn't prove anything, other than your speed-writing abilities. Its such a frustratingly stupid criteria to grade exams by, not that exams are a good measure in the first place.
So there I was struggling to meet the criteria (7 pages for Section A, 3 pages for each question in Section B) and failing. That's one of my epic weaknesses when it comes to exams - I am somehow unable to write lengthy expositions (it doesn't help that I write slowly). Then again, I probably spent too much time thinking and not writing.
As I headed home on the bus however, a thought struck me. My entire happiness seemed to depend on doing well in an exam; my whole life revolved around my grades. I was positively possessed by it, by the number of A's I can get on my transcript. Its hard to explain why this is so important to me. Getting good grades hardly makes you a better person - you are neither more beautiful nor more fulfilled, and the pressure to get the next A is more a curse than a blessing.
Its out of my hands now, but as the saying goes, "do your best and leave the rest to God". So I will. I just wish this wasn't so important to me. It consumes me and makes me a wreck.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Behold the Minidoc 9:14 PM
Yay!
This video marks our entry into the glamorous world of Hollywood (ok not quite, but a guy is allowed a little exaggeration right, especially for a first-time filmmaker!).
We made this film as our first assignment in FTV 121, a mini documentary to promote the 'wonders' of Limkokwing University where we study. And boy, did we explore the 'wonders'. We scouted high and low, hiked hills and climbed floors, woke up early and stayed back late to find the best way to make this.
In class, Mr. Faizul (our lecturer) reminded us that he saw Anne and I one morning arguing for over an hour near the Plaza entrance, LOL! We were deciding/debating on the right shot, and couldn't agree on anything. Worse, we were dry on ideas after 3 days of shooting.
In the end, it all worked out. Anne did the framing and composition, Fate contributed the creative opening/closing and sound, while I basically yelled at everyone to move their butt.
Oh yeah, credits also to PCG for their minidoc which I watched OVER AND OVER to get inspiration. Thanks Kar Woon for helping me get the tape at the last minute, Victor and Leeyi for being my housemates (totally unrelated, but wth). I would also like to thank my Mom and Dad for bringing me into this world, without which this whole thing wouldn't have been possible.
Now enough with the Oscar moment... jeng jeng jeng, the result is below.
This video marks our entry into the glamorous world of Hollywood (ok not quite, but a guy is allowed a little exaggeration right, especially for a first-time filmmaker!).
We made this film as our first assignment in FTV 121, a mini documentary to promote the 'wonders' of Limkokwing University where we study. And boy, did we explore the 'wonders'. We scouted high and low, hiked hills and climbed floors, woke up early and stayed back late to find the best way to make this.
In class, Mr. Faizul (our lecturer) reminded us that he saw Anne and I one morning arguing for over an hour near the Plaza entrance, LOL! We were deciding/debating on the right shot, and couldn't agree on anything. Worse, we were dry on ideas after 3 days of shooting.
In the end, it all worked out. Anne did the framing and composition, Fate contributed the creative opening/closing and sound, while I basically yelled at everyone to move their butt.
Oh yeah, credits also to PCG for their minidoc which I watched OVER AND OVER to get inspiration. Thanks Kar Woon for helping me get the tape at the last minute, Victor and Leeyi for being my housemates (totally unrelated, but wth). I would also like to thank my Mom and Dad for bringing me into this world, without which this whole thing wouldn't have been possible.
Now enough with the Oscar moment... jeng jeng jeng, the result is below.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I Don't Make Sense Anymore 7:32 AM
Dear blog,
Sometimes I feel so drained, so strained, so tired, so listless. Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing anymore, that I don't make sense anymore, that what I'm doing is pointless. Yes, this is an emo post, so deal with it!
I'm rarely satisfied, never happy, hard to please. I just wish all the expectations of the world could wither away and leave me alone. I wish I had someone to share it with, that I was't so alone in this, that my presence has purpose and meaning. I want to matter, but I don't know how, and often end up feeling bad or not good enough.
Dear blog, what is the meaning of life? A silly question I know, but one I so often ponder in those moments when I stare into space, alone with my thoughts, away from the world. The challenges seem so insurmountable, and a huge, thick wall keeps me from getting to the other side. I work so hard, and feel lost in all my effort.
What's the point? The question has bugged and bogged me lately. I just want to disappear. But I also want to rise again. I think I think too much. I want to leave. I want to move, not move on, but move further, to a place I don't know. I don't know. But I'm not giving up. I will find my answers, but I must never stop looking.
Yours sincerely,
John.
Sometimes I feel so drained, so strained, so tired, so listless. Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing anymore, that I don't make sense anymore, that what I'm doing is pointless. Yes, this is an emo post, so deal with it!
I'm rarely satisfied, never happy, hard to please. I just wish all the expectations of the world could wither away and leave me alone. I wish I had someone to share it with, that I was't so alone in this, that my presence has purpose and meaning. I want to matter, but I don't know how, and often end up feeling bad or not good enough.
Dear blog, what is the meaning of life? A silly question I know, but one I so often ponder in those moments when I stare into space, alone with my thoughts, away from the world. The challenges seem so insurmountable, and a huge, thick wall keeps me from getting to the other side. I work so hard, and feel lost in all my effort.
What's the point? The question has bugged and bogged me lately. I just want to disappear. But I also want to rise again. I think I think too much. I want to leave. I want to move, not move on, but move further, to a place I don't know. I don't know. But I'm not giving up. I will find my answers, but I must never stop looking.
Yours sincerely,
John.
