Thursday, March 10, 2005

Was unable to blog for the past 2 days as my internet connection was giving me problems. Then I blogged this morning but the lousy internet connection failed to send through my masterpiece of this morn, and so I probably have to repeat everything I blogged this morning later on, hence the title. In case you're wondering, the title is a heavily encrypted code, which is based on my uttering this morning after the failed blogging. Expletives has been left out of this blog, as it is a family-friendly one. But enough crap already, or as a learned man would say, I digress. Let's resume the subject proper, or let's get on with the ravings. I would have to remember to copy this blog later though, for fear of a repeat of the @#%#$!!! incident.

Anyway, I watched a movie on tuesday, my very first movie watched here in Oz. Tickets normally go at around $13.50 per head, so it would have been much more worth it for people to buy the DVD, which goes at $20 to $40, depending on how recent the movie is, but if you have say 3 or more people, I would say buying the DVD is great value for money. But Gabriel would not agree I guess, as his piracy acts makes Captain Blackbeard blush in shame. One thing worthy of mention would be the fact that in Oz, cinemas run on a free-seating basis, so you'll have to come early to avoid sitting straight in front of the screen. In fact, it is not uncommon for cinemas to even oversell the tickets, such that latecomers might not have any seats at all. Of course they will be compensated, usually in the form of watching another movie on the actual day and given free tickets to the same movie on another day but I find that kind of a turn-off.

P.S. The movie "Hitch" is hilarious. Ian gives it 4 popcorns out of 5.

Wednesday. Had lectures as usual, then the dreaded EBS tutorial. I am starting to really feel let down over this subject... The tutor was some Pakistani with B.O and probably never stepped out of Pakistan before this. I am not really condemning him but you just have to listen to what happened. Firstly, the guy was 15 minutes late. I had to go to the office to find out what happened to our tutor before they sent someone to locate him and find out that he was in the wrong tutorial room. (And he was there teaching a very surprised Arts class some funky Statistics...) So as he came into our class, he apologised for the delay in some almost intelligible language, I know people has accents but his English was on the borderline of Greek.

Ok here comes some cool stuff. He then proceeded to turn to the OHP screen, and took out a whiteboard marker (do you see where this is going?), and uncapped the marker, and stretched out his hand, and..... the whole class shouted out "Stop!!!!". He turned to us with a surprised look and asked, "No? Not supposed to teach you?". "No? *points to OHP screen* Not supposed to write on it?" "Oh supposed to write on this? *points to blackboard*". After explaining to him that we have no whiteboard and he should use the blackboard, he fiddled with the OHP screen for 5 minutes before I got up to help him. As I got near him I could feel an invisible wall pushing against me. He smells nasty man... Some pretty wicked stuff. I mean I've been in the army and all and I've never felt so choked even during the tear gas exercise... He then proceeds to mess up the tutorial by focusing on the really easy questions, after which there were no time at all for the tough questions. To make it worse, we asked him why one of our answers to a question was different from his and he replied, "That's how it goes on the model answer." I think this does not warrant any further deliberation. My dear brothers and sisters, please pray for me fervently and hard. I think I need lots of divine intervention to pass this subject.