I don't believe how I'm ending my 5th semester already and I still haven't managed to come to terms with the fact that group work will never turn out well, despite my whole already-cynical stance that nothing good can come out of group work. Maybe because I was proven wrong last semester, where I had an okay-ly capable group, a LOT LESS groups, and people who had initiative. This semester, I have been investing most energy in my Japanese studies group and ignoring the Medical SW one, until now. They aren't bad, motivation-wise. They started very early, they actually do their work, but it's just they have a very weird kind of English that mixes up the past with present tense, that is very disturbing.
Maybe because hope and optimism is timeless.
Or maybe they had Eugene-O-Neill-like epiphanies like "The past is the present, it's the future too."
Either way it makes for gross editing, and I just rewrote the paragraphs in question. Very presumptuous eh.
But I can't help it. The perfectionist streak can't leave something alone if it's sub-standard, and I'm not even saying that it's perfect after the edit. It frustrates me because I just add work for myself, which explains why my social life (quartet an exception) is wilting, withering, non-existent, and I haven't even been to VivoCity when most of my guy friends have already gone. Not that I'm dying to go, but it's a measure and I'm failing to measure up in many ways again.
School's getting very irritating because it's getting inane and mundane and inconsequential and it's like getting a brain itch scratched but nothing more.
My classmates might say, "No what, the videoconference with a US University quite cool, no meh?" Stitch asked the only questions for the night because there was so little time, and he asked the classic "How would you define gay/lesbian?" question, the question I asked him over lunch at Subway four months ago, and he still hasn't gotten over it.
The question was met by something like stunned silence from the other side - as much as silence can be interpreted through the fuzzy big screen - until someone replied that it really depends on how the person defines him/herself, we just accept their own definition as it is. Now they probably think Singaporeans are totally ignorant and sheltered and mountain-tortoise-like.
I read SQ21: Singapore Queers in the 21st century
over the weekend and it's quite an enlightening book if anyone wants to get perspective on the "other side". It's found in most National Libraries around and I think I'll ask Stitch to read it, if he's not too busy mugging.
