Wednesday, May 10
Life in MS
Dammit... This bloody blog's got no monotype corsiva font... *grumbles*
Since this is my 1st class blog, I'll just start from the very beginning. Coming to Media Studies through the JPSAE because of my bloody lousy 'O' level results, I thought I'd be the dumbest arse in class (I actually am dumbest if dumbness is counted by 'O' level results), but, fortunately, there are some other 'Miracle Cases' in Media Studies, albeit their 'Miracle Cases' being a more minor case as compared to mine. Also, the students here are a bit of a shocker. Since most in the class are girls, one would expect the whole place to be very civilised. And yet, each class is punctuated by various rather coarse words like bloody hell, sh*t and many others, including the big F.
In the beginning, The Almighty said "Let there be light", and there was light... Just fooling around... In the beginning (the first week), our class got to know each other by doing self-introduction at EACH & EVERY CLASS!!! And boy, did we get to know each other (I'd be darned if we didn't coz we got to hear our intros repeated countless times). That went on for the entire week... (Somekinda school eh? A whole week of self-intros...)
Then, for the next 3 weeks, time seem to melt by with loadsa stuff piling up and with a particular Casanova in our class hitting on everybody... I think I'll just mention a few memorable events instead of blogging a story...
Week 3: The crazy week. We had so many make-up lessons that we had to have make up make up lessons. For those who can't follow, it means that we had make-up lessons for make up lessons... By the end of the week, almost the whole class was cursing public holidays. Explanation: Our class gets every friday off, so, if there is a holiday and a lecturer wants to do a make up lesson, friday is a primo for most lecturers. Week 3's time table was so messed up that we only had a coupla lesson on schedule...
Week 4: Somehow, the whole class can't seem to stop laughing. I shall cite a few incidents to illustrate my point.
Monday: We had to do an emceeing project, but the gravity in the tutorial room seem to be very uncooperative.
First, a girl in our class (whom I decline to name as all of us MS0601 people already know who and the others do not need to know) slipped while going 'onstage' as the 'Guest of Honour'. It didn't seem that funny as she recovered quickly and didn't actually fall but the whole class roared with laughter. The poor bloke beside me (for those in MS that doesn't know, its that guy with a rare name) was so racked up with laughter that he was shaking like someone in fits for the next few emceeing events. But that is not all.
Second, some other guy, whom I shall call by his nickname, Habez, was returning to his seat after going onstage as a "Guest of Honour' or something else (can't remember coz i only remember what happenned after that). Somehow, he fell off his chair, or should I say he somehow failed to plant his butt on the chair and ended up pushing the chair backwards and succeeded on planting his butt on the cold hard floor. That was the real thing that cracked us up. That poor bloke beside me was laughing so much that I thought he needed to see a doctor after I saw him laugh into the desk for about two full minutes. After that, the few of us who were seated around Habez (me, that poor bloke, and a girl who sat beside Habez) were supporting his chair whenever he was leaving or returning to his seat.
Tuesday: The 2nd half of the emceeing project. Gravity was toying around again. There was this guy who was doing his emceeing thing with his partner when our class rep who was seated a few rows beside me spotted something wrong. When the message got to me, the class rep and his partner was laughing like two hyenas high on laughing gas. What happened was that apparently, the zeeper of the pants of the presenter fell victim to gravity and fell down. The presenter's partner was also laughing for some reason. But credit to the presenter for taking the parts of his partner when she was giggling away.(Did that sound wrong?)
Wednesday: The very day I'm writing this blog. Our 1st lesson was in the morning, with a lecturer codenamed 'Lethal Cannon'. The class was full of seemingly innocent sentences unwittingly turning into sexual innuendos. That was mainly due to Eoin (read Joyce's blog 'Wednesday' for more info). But one case was different. During a break, the lecturer went off to buy some stuff or something when a few of us seated at the front row in front of the door decided to laugh for no reason at anyone who enters. When the lecturer entered, we laughed but she didn't seem to know what is happening and says :" Whats the big joke? I can here you all from down the corridor."
If there is one word to describe our class, it would be "Damn" with a very Aussie and awestruck accent.
Posted by: Kelvin
Viva Joga Bonito! Play beautiful!!!
Since this is my 1st class blog, I'll just start from the very beginning. Coming to Media Studies through the JPSAE because of my bloody lousy 'O' level results, I thought I'd be the dumbest arse in class (I actually am dumbest if dumbness is counted by 'O' level results), but, fortunately, there are some other 'Miracle Cases' in Media Studies, albeit their 'Miracle Cases' being a more minor case as compared to mine. Also, the students here are a bit of a shocker. Since most in the class are girls, one would expect the whole place to be very civilised. And yet, each class is punctuated by various rather coarse words like bloody hell, sh*t and many others, including the big F.
In the beginning, The Almighty said "Let there be light", and there was light... Just fooling around... In the beginning (the first week), our class got to know each other by doing self-introduction at EACH & EVERY CLASS!!! And boy, did we get to know each other (I'd be darned if we didn't coz we got to hear our intros repeated countless times). That went on for the entire week... (Somekinda school eh? A whole week of self-intros...)
Then, for the next 3 weeks, time seem to melt by with loadsa stuff piling up and with a particular Casanova in our class hitting on everybody... I think I'll just mention a few memorable events instead of blogging a story...
Week 3: The crazy week. We had so many make-up lessons that we had to have make up make up lessons. For those who can't follow, it means that we had make-up lessons for make up lessons... By the end of the week, almost the whole class was cursing public holidays. Explanation: Our class gets every friday off, so, if there is a holiday and a lecturer wants to do a make up lesson, friday is a primo for most lecturers. Week 3's time table was so messed up that we only had a coupla lesson on schedule...
Week 4: Somehow, the whole class can't seem to stop laughing. I shall cite a few incidents to illustrate my point.
Monday: We had to do an emceeing project, but the gravity in the tutorial room seem to be very uncooperative.
First, a girl in our class (whom I decline to name as all of us MS0601 people already know who and the others do not need to know) slipped while going 'onstage' as the 'Guest of Honour'. It didn't seem that funny as she recovered quickly and didn't actually fall but the whole class roared with laughter. The poor bloke beside me (for those in MS that doesn't know, its that guy with a rare name) was so racked up with laughter that he was shaking like someone in fits for the next few emceeing events. But that is not all.
Second, some other guy, whom I shall call by his nickname, Habez, was returning to his seat after going onstage as a "Guest of Honour' or something else (can't remember coz i only remember what happenned after that). Somehow, he fell off his chair, or should I say he somehow failed to plant his butt on the chair and ended up pushing the chair backwards and succeeded on planting his butt on the cold hard floor. That was the real thing that cracked us up. That poor bloke beside me was laughing so much that I thought he needed to see a doctor after I saw him laugh into the desk for about two full minutes. After that, the few of us who were seated around Habez (me, that poor bloke, and a girl who sat beside Habez) were supporting his chair whenever he was leaving or returning to his seat.
Tuesday: The 2nd half of the emceeing project. Gravity was toying around again. There was this guy who was doing his emceeing thing with his partner when our class rep who was seated a few rows beside me spotted something wrong. When the message got to me, the class rep and his partner was laughing like two hyenas high on laughing gas. What happened was that apparently, the zeeper of the pants of the presenter fell victim to gravity and fell down. The presenter's partner was also laughing for some reason. But credit to the presenter for taking the parts of his partner when she was giggling away.(Did that sound wrong?)
Wednesday: The very day I'm writing this blog. Our 1st lesson was in the morning, with a lecturer codenamed 'Lethal Cannon'. The class was full of seemingly innocent sentences unwittingly turning into sexual innuendos. That was mainly due to Eoin (read Joyce's blog 'Wednesday' for more info). But one case was different. During a break, the lecturer went off to buy some stuff or something when a few of us seated at the front row in front of the door decided to laugh for no reason at anyone who enters. When the lecturer entered, we laughed but she didn't seem to know what is happening and says :" Whats the big joke? I can here you all from down the corridor."
If there is one word to describe our class, it would be "Damn" with a very Aussie and awestruck accent.
Posted by: Kelvin
Viva Joga Bonito! Play beautiful!!!