We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Stab UCLES Stab
I can go on and on about the Econs paper. I think it's because we joked too much about shouting HUAT ARH! if all that we studied didn't come out. It's too unlucky, we shouldn't have done that. Because, really, none of what we studied came out. What the barney, reading the questions make me feel like eating the table, and Peter's table, and Aiwei's table, and all the tables in the gym until I become a table. I flipped it back to the front page and checked the year again, because maybe maybe maybe they gave me 2009 or 2010 paper by mistake.
But no.
It was 2008. It IS 2008. There's no running from it.
Hence I started eating my table. After chewing for 20minutes, the examiner came over to ask if I'm okay, am I that hungry, and can I stop chewing the table because then I've nowhere to write on. Angry and frustrated, I started chewing the examiner.
...
Okay, that happened in my thoughts in the first 5minutes of the paper while I was desperately choosing 3 out of 6 essays questions to do. No, it's not really choosing 3 out of 6. It's like choosing 3 out of 1. And if you press that into your calculator, you'll get Syn Err.
Barney lah. -chews tables.
Anyway, desperate times call for desperate measures. And my desperate measure is to chew tables... okay no. I did question 5 first because I felt most confident about that question. So I zham. And zham. And zham. And zham.
And then my hand cramped.
I had to stop and massage my hand because it's cramping. And I swear I was beginning to look spastic. So I stopped massaging and went on writing with a cramping hand.
When I finished question 5, I did question 1. Which was about the recorded music industry. I mentioned Jay Chou as my example about demand of recorded music is determined greatly by factors revolving around the popularity of the singers, and I talked about how he's not affected by pirated music. I didn't mention Capricorn though. If that one I also mention I can really go eat tables already.
The point is, I don't think UCLES know who is Jay Chou. They'll probably think he's another Jacky Chan because all angmohs think all Chinese are Jacky Chans. Okay that's not the point. Let's hope they think Jacky Chan sings well.
Ohmy. I feel very screwed.
And then I did question 3 even though I don't know any market failures other than externalities. So I zham externalities because imperfect knowledge indicates a lack of recognition for the external benefits for consumers and external costs for producers. No I didn't mention anything about imperfect market at all.
I can go on and on about Econs.
About how they hid question 7 away from our eyes. YES there's a question 7 about inflation -- the causes, the effects and the policies EVERYTHING. It was right there, printed in white and white. Damn it.
And how they managed to make me pajiaoxXxXxXxX until I miss out the Omega easy question 4. I could have skipped Jay Chou to do question 4 and score full 25 for that question. I felt like chewing tables when I read that question 2 minutes before we hand in the papers.
In conclusion, I know I did badly for Econs essays. But given that everybody else did badly, I hope I do less badly than most people. (That's a nicer way of saying I hope others do worse than me.) And that I can at least scrape a B. It'll be damn sad if I've been doing well for two years and then stumble at prelims and A's. I'll really start chewing tables.
(Do you realise I don't even want to mention Chem. Ohno, I just did.)
After Anana's, I really aspire to become an examiner at UCLES so I can sneak in and stab all those examiners. Stab. Stab. Stab.
They're damn terrible. Like dammit terrible. How can they haunt us with Quantum all these years, filling our cute minds with terrible terrible photoelectric effect, and then not test anything about it at all in papers 2 and 3? Why? Why? Why?! Why will they rather test us about nuclear AGAIN in paper 3 after they've done it in paper 2? Do they relish that much in our oO faces which they can't even see from half a globe away?
Stab. Stab. Stab.
After Anana's, let's all make little cloth dolls of UCLES people and torture them. DROWN UCLES DROWN. Stab stab.
8:08:00 PM because I say so
But no.
It was 2008. It IS 2008. There's no running from it.
Hence I started eating my table. After chewing for 20minutes, the examiner came over to ask if I'm okay, am I that hungry, and can I stop chewing the table because then I've nowhere to write on. Angry and frustrated, I started chewing the examiner.
...
Okay, that happened in my thoughts in the first 5minutes of the paper while I was desperately choosing 3 out of 6 essays questions to do. No, it's not really choosing 3 out of 6. It's like choosing 3 out of 1. And if you press that into your calculator, you'll get Syn Err.
Barney lah. -chews tables.
Anyway, desperate times call for desperate measures. And my desperate measure is to chew tables... okay no. I did question 5 first because I felt most confident about that question. So I zham. And zham. And zham. And zham.
And then my hand cramped.
I had to stop and massage my hand because it's cramping. And I swear I was beginning to look spastic. So I stopped massaging and went on writing with a cramping hand.
When I finished question 5, I did question 1. Which was about the recorded music industry. I mentioned Jay Chou as my example about demand of recorded music is determined greatly by factors revolving around the popularity of the singers, and I talked about how he's not affected by pirated music. I didn't mention Capricorn though. If that one I also mention I can really go eat tables already.
The point is, I don't think UCLES know who is Jay Chou. They'll probably think he's another Jacky Chan because all angmohs think all Chinese are Jacky Chans. Okay that's not the point. Let's hope they think Jacky Chan sings well.
Ohmy. I feel very screwed.
And then I did question 3 even though I don't know any market failures other than externalities. So I zham externalities because imperfect knowledge indicates a lack of recognition for the external benefits for consumers and external costs for producers. No I didn't mention anything about imperfect market at all.
I can go on and on about Econs.
About how they hid question 7 away from our eyes. YES there's a question 7 about inflation -- the causes, the effects and the policies EVERYTHING. It was right there, printed in white and white. Damn it.
And how they managed to make me pajiaoxXxXxXxX until I miss out the Omega easy question 4. I could have skipped Jay Chou to do question 4 and score full 25 for that question. I felt like chewing tables when I read that question 2 minutes before we hand in the papers.
In conclusion, I know I did badly for Econs essays. But given that everybody else did badly, I hope I do less badly than most people. (That's a nicer way of saying I hope others do worse than me.) And that I can at least scrape a B. It'll be damn sad if I've been doing well for two years and then stumble at prelims and A's. I'll really start chewing tables.
(Do you realise I don't even want to mention Chem. Ohno, I just did.)
After Anana's, I really aspire to become an examiner at UCLES so I can sneak in and stab all those examiners. Stab. Stab. Stab.
They're damn terrible. Like dammit terrible. How can they haunt us with Quantum all these years, filling our cute minds with terrible terrible photoelectric effect, and then not test anything about it at all in papers 2 and 3? Why? Why? Why?! Why will they rather test us about nuclear AGAIN in paper 3 after they've done it in paper 2? Do they relish that much in our oO faces which they can't even see from half a globe away?
Stab. Stab. Stab.
After Anana's, let's all make little cloth dolls of UCLES people and torture them. DROWN UCLES DROWN. Stab stab.
8:08:00 PM because I say so