Staccato
I like doing things a certain way. In a certain order. To get the maximum results. So when I do an assignment for example, I go through the list of criteria and how I think the lecturer will score the assignment, what his biases are and make sure that my report reflects that. It's like a military strategy. A chess game. All to get a 100% mark. :P
The tricky thing is when it comes to group assignments. When you have a group of seven, all smart and high achievers in their own worlds, come together and I do not have full control of the situation.
This post is for cheap therapy. We had to submit the report today and I'm not entirely happy with it. I think it's really good but we can do better, like, make it a 100% mark type better. But I have to let it go. Gah.
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On the subject of girls being clingy. Guys don't like girls who are clingy. There is a thin line between being clingy and being affectionate isn't there? Can someone please colour that line in neon green and have an alarm detector attached to it in case one is within five meters of crossing it? Just thinking. Why is it that most girls set their rational judgement aside for guys? Grrr. Crazy.
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I know this girl who's got big boobs. big. and she's skinny. magnifies them. she gets away with murder. all the time. guys just stare at them. This is an excuse for me to print what a friend said which I thought succinctly summarises how powerful boobs are. Or even one boob.
They're like the sun. You look at them and then you have to quickly look away. Sometimes you only get to see one.
This has to be one of my most useless and most random post ever. And just to prove the point, I read in the papers today how this guy describes his thinking as a 'non-linear process' meaning disorganized and chaotic.
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What I really want to talk about is the death of Yasser Arafat and how it is hailed as a passing of an era. This guy is described as both a peacemaker and a terrorist? How can one be both? He won a Nobel Peace Prize a few years ago. My brain's fried. Like an omelette you leave on the pan for too long. I'll get back to this ish some other time.
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I had Yum Cha with my friend today. At a restaurant a stone's throw away from a bookstore where swimming sensation Ian Thorpe is signing his latest book. Next to me are four bottles of Nivea deodorants, one for men and three for women. A Nivea lady was giving them away at North Sydney Train Station yesterday.
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Life is a Brownian movement. As it was in 1827. If you know what I mean, I'd like to kiss you.
The End.