Update: notes updated Sep 19, 2009
Compiled with notes taken by Miak, Khaiyan, Ting Yi.
Update: notes updated Sep 19, 2009
Compiled with notes taken by Miak, Khaiyan, Ting Yi.
So it’s quite amazing to see juniors walking around, carrying a stack of familiar notes that I posted almost a year ago.
Sorry guys, no exams goodies for year 3 because I am too lazy to prepare them. Anyway, the courses this year aren’t exactly very academic as well.
Anyway, here’s an important quiz you need to score well in before you sit for your communication history exam tomorrow!
After so much preparation for the coming exam, how much do you really know about the history of communication?
1) How many finger(s) did Norbert Wiener trail on the walls on his Wiener-wegs?
2) What is the middle name of Robert K. Merton?
3) What does Carl Hovland hate?
4) What did Mr and Mrs Lazarsfeld and Mr and Mrs Merton have for their first meal together?
a) Champagne and caviar
b) Sake and sashimi
c) Red wine and pasta
d) White wine and steak
e) Coffee and salad
5) How many languages did Leo Wiener speak?
6) Who was closest to becoming a star in Hollywood?
a) Carl Hovland
b) Kurt Lewin
c) Paul Lazarsfeld
d) Robert Merton
e) Norbert Wiener
7) Who committed suicide?
a) Carl G. Jung
b) Walter Benjamin
c) Karl Marx
d) Sigmund Freud
e) C. Wright Mills
8) How many wife/wives did Paul F. Lazarsfeld has?
9) Who walked into Claude Shannon’s lecture at Princeton to ask for directions to the gents?
a) Clark Hull
b) Paul Lazarsfeld
c) Norbert Wiener
d) Albert Einstein
e) None of the above
10) Who founded experimental psychology?
a) William Wundt
b) Wilhelm James
c) Wilhelm Stumpf
d) Only (a) and (b)
e) None of the above
Answers: a, a, d, a, d, c, b, c, d, e
Produced and compiled by Lin Junjie, With inputs from Chong Zi Liang, Liew Shi Xiong, Lim Chee Harn and Low Ting Yi.
You know something is not too right when you’re prescribed drugs that are labelled as “Poison”.
Anyway, I’m on to my fourth dose of antibiotics now, argh.
Finally off stone. 7.54pm (excluding waiting time for the sub-editor who went missing for half an hour). There might indeed be a ray of hope for a 12pm off stone, some day out there.
Rest has been such a luxury lately. The sore throat has been bugging me for more than two weeks now. It gets so bad I need paracetamol and ibuprofen to sleep at times. I have gone through two different courses of antibiotics and am starting on my third.
I saw my third doctor in two weeks two days ago, and after going through the usual modus operandi of examining a patient with a cold or sore throat—and learning that I have been through two courses of antibiotics and still am not fine—he went on to say: 多睡觉，多喝水，不要吃辣的 (get more sleep, drink more water, don’t eat spicy food).
The monotony in his voice almost made me laugh; it was as if he was dishing out words of advice to a stubborn patient who probably heeded none of them.
I was indeed guilty of not getting enough rest and sneaking up on spicy food every once in a while (food without chilli just doesn’t taste right).
And still I couldn’t heed his advice of getting enough rest after seeing him. I headed right into two days of production, managing only two hours of sleep despite my best efforts to get well soon (really doesn’t help to know school is starting two days later).
At some point of time, I started asking myself why the hell am I doing all this?
But when the paper was finally done, and I sat down for dupper (i.e. late dinner and early supper) yet again with the same faces that have stuck with me through all the depressing Thursday and Friday nights—which really should have been better spent elsewhere with our family and friends—I was also overwhelmed by gratefulness and appreciation. (Sorry Chinese, you always miss out on all the “fun” because you spoil the market by off stoning early.)
Perhaps spending ten issues producing Chronicle and knowing people like you guys would make up for all the pain and agony.
Sorry if I have been an ass and ruthless slave-driver. It probably was necessary, but still, thank you for all your hard work.
I’m not very used to bragging, but seniors and other people I know of have been full of praises for our Chronicle, and it really was because of all of you.
Four more issues to go, life should be better in no time. Hang in there.
Thank you—and please come for news conference this week.
Looks can be deceiving; what looks simple may not actually be easy to make. Sharon and I decided to make some sushi for dinner yesterday (for lunch actually, but you know, it’s the holidays and…). Here’s the tamago (egg) sushi—omelette courtesy of me and the rice Sharon. You’ll need to imagine the thin strip of nori (laver) holding the egg and the rice together though, because we couldn’t be bothered with it.
The sushi in the background is our latest creation, yet to be named, but filled with Japanese cucumber, Indian paneer, Swiss stir-fried brown mushrooms, Kalamantan chopped olives and um, Singapore sweet omelette. It was a pain to cut them into pieces though.
Apart from the omelette tasting too sweet, the rice falling apart, the fillings dropping out of the rolls even before reaching anywhere near our mouths, I thought they tasted pretty okay. Sharon thought her smoked salmon sushi was disgusting, though.
If you’re feeling adventurous enough to try making your own:
Don’t bother making a trip down to Meidi-ya supermarket at Liang Court though, because all that rice vinegar, mirin (sweet rice wine), Japanese soy sauce, wasabi, can be found at any decent Cold Storage. And they’re cheaper. But if you need some Japanese seafood, your only bet seems to be at Meidi-ya.
Career choices have never bothered me as much as they now do; after all, it’s another 2 years before I graduate, right? But in just such a short span of time, I have already gone through 3 semesters, with another one in just a little over a month’s time.
And my elder brother has just advised Sharon and me to start balloting for our house. Yes, he did. According to him, if we wait till we intend to marry to start looking for one, we’re going to wait about 5 years for our own house.
To think Sharon always tells me that I better not “propose” like a typical Singaporean guy, who brings his girlfriend to HDB showrooms or wedding fairs.
Anyway, while clearing out my notes for this semester, I figured post-exam trash will one day become pre-exam goodies for someone else. So here goes.
I procrastinated and finally did it up after much badgering from Jeremy (don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it!). Here it is. Please refer prospective couples to me if you like my shots. Or better yet, let me take your wedding!
Remember the chap who wanted to grow some long hair a while back? Well, it’s been almost a year, and he really has long hair now. And he does look very much like the ones that I’ve photoshopped back then.
We’ve only known and worked together for 3 months, but that was probably the period of time when I had most fun at NS. After Yiren ORD and his departure, life has been quite different for me here. Well, he’s back in Singapore for a while and I met up with him and his friend over dinner at My Humble House, a restaurant at Esplanade. Nice chairs, nice ambience, bad music, meagre servings, average taste and fucking exorbitant sums up the not at all humble place.
I initially suggested we dine at NYDC, since I don’t want to compel them to have vegetarian food with me. He said NYDC is too fattening and wanted me to find vegetarian food. It’s funny how he still remember that I’m herbivorous in spite of the short times we spent together at work. I wasn’t expecting that, really, since my buddies never seem to be able to remember that. I really appreciate that.
Well, I did manage to find a vegetarian restaurant, Indinine, at Suntec. He finds the decor too tacky and decides that we should adjourn to Esplanade to try My Humble House. That was how his wallet broke.
But anyway, thanks for the treat. I kinda miss the old times when I had someone to bicker and play badminton with.
Chanced upon this article, “The Real History of the GUI“. It’s kinda geeky, but it’s quite a good read to know how your computer came about.
My first computer (it’s my dad’s one, actually) was a whopping 80486 running Windows 3.11 and DOS 6.22 back in 1995 (Primary 4). Instead of perusing textbooks and slaving over assessment books like local school kids do, I read through the entire DOS 6.22 manual, which by the way is thicker than all my Primary 4 and 5 textbooks combined. My repertoire of knowledge in DOS soon grew way beyond my dad’s “dir/w”, “copy ” “mkdir”. The constant experimentation with the PC caused countless of reformats and reinstallation by a 10-year-old, with him getting more proficient each time than the previous.
I only managed to convince my dad to upgrade our Windows 3.11 to Windows 95 after I wrongly bought a game, Cyberstorm (I think), that required DirectX (i.e. Windows 95) to play. I bought myself a book on Windows 95 (can’t exactly remember the title, but it’s some Expert Guide to Win 95), went through it more than once (instead of studying, again) and became Microsoft’s unofficial technical helpdesk for all relatives with their computers woes.
Back in my upper primary school days, when kids play games – board or electronic forms, I wanted to make my own games. I was too poor (read: my parents were too ngiao) then to afford the board game Risk that my spoilt and rich neighbours owned. And so, I combined two drawing boards, traced a world map on it from my encyclopedia, stole dices from my brother’s Monopoly and made my own Risk. My aberrant desires to make games (instead of playing them) was only limited to board games. Making your own computer game sounds unattainable to a 10-year-old then.
When I transferred school in Primary 5, this bloke, Alvin, told me that I can make my own computer games. Although Alvin was a bullshitter most of the time, he was right about that. His words and encouragement had utterly destroyed my life as a normal living teenager for the next 6 years to come. I spent my days slaving in front of the computer instead of having a life. I remembered perusing through the help files of QBasic, the program Alvin touted that could materialise my deviant desires, one afternoon and finally managed to draw a circle on the screen. I literally jumped around the house for a full five minutes before hugging my younger brother for joy. It was not until 2 years later in Secondary 1 that Alvin, myself and two other school mates participated in the Cyberwar Zone ’98 competition that I made the first game, Annihilator, with Visual Basic. We eventually made it into the finals (the only Secondary 1 team out of the 6 finalists) though I can’t exactly remember did we rank 4th or 5th. I have since lost the source code, though.
I became the Vice-Chairman of the school’s computer club by Secondary 2 but was eventually overthrown in a coup d’etat by the teachers-in-charge and IT HOD in Secondary 3 due to my recalcitrant ways and for articulating my disdain for inane school policies.
Alvin, Jeremy and myself (and even Weiming, I think!) eventually formed OmniDesigns and created ONAS, a network administration suite that was to be deployed over school computer labs and marketed to LAN shops for easy administration. However, programmers being programmers, we procrastinated and never managed to deliver a final version of it. We never became rich as a result of that but still managed to clinch monetary prizes for the school’s internal IT competitions. There was this renegade group of non-computer club students that were always trying to rival us though, and the IT HOD was so obsessed with them. They went by the lame name of “TyphoonStorm” if I remembered correctly. Admitedlly, they’ve got better marketing executives than we do.
Addendum God, their website is still around and has not changed a bit since 2001. Now this is nostalgic.
Secondary school passed, I collected my ‘O’ Level results and decided at last minute not to do computer studies at polytechnic but to continue rote-learning at a friendly neighbourhood JC. That was perhaps when I decided I didn’t want to do computers for a living. And that is the end of my geeky story. And that was when I last heard from Alvin, I have no idea why he refuses to contact me now. And you must be really bored to read through all that!
3 years ago, I met a girl who carries a haversack not unlike those we see on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; just that hers is brighter and orange in colour. She was, and still is, very pretty. It’s a pity though, she often hung out with a fat buaya then. There were quite a few suitors, of course, but I guess the best always prevails in the end. I had the honour of being pitted against a damn yandao (I still disagree) and enterprising prince charming in his 20s, two ex-schoolmates of hers who were unequivocally obsessed with her, an ex-boyfriend, a classmate of ours that thinks he’s too smart and too yandao for his peers and a schoolmate that seeks to find out when we’ll break up.
The war was soon over and I left 2 of my buddies behind in the Fellowship of Bachelorhood to join my other buddy, Peng, who will be celebrating his 6th (or is it 7th??) year of anniversary real soon. Damn strong, right? The Fellowship soon saw a drop in its membership after my departure when Ming finally settled down with his true love after almost a year of agonising search. Bang, as much as you enjoy chairing the Fellowship, please hurry up and disband it, thank you.
I still remember the stupour I was in when I received her first phone call. Perhaps, it was the first time a girl, pretty one somemore, had initiated a phone call to me. Unfortunately though, that also happened to be the last. Or perhaps, it was the state of chaos over the other end of the phone that shock me. It was only later that I realised I will be dealing with 3 more little girls at her place. Anyway, it was the beginning of the school term and she was enquiring about the Interact Club. Although I was a member then, I was equally clueless about it. However, deep inside my heart, I secretly wished she would join the club, which she never did and I eventually left.
Once, we came across this orange Mambo haversack that she was deeply in love with. I went back a day later to get it for her as a birthday present, only to find out that the last orange piece in the whole world was sold. I was distraught. I bug the salesperson to bring in more stock, I went online to look for it, I pestered friends in Australia to help me keep a lookout, all to no avail. I didn’t know why, but I had never felt so disappointed for not being able to buy something. To date, I still feel a tinge of pity even though she no longer thinks haversacks are pretty. That was perhaps when I knew I wanted to provide her with everything for the rest of my life.
Thanks for putting up with all my nonsense in the past 3 years. And no problem, you’re most welcome if you want to thank me for being such a nice boy too. Happy 3 Years Anniversary.