left-wing

Just quickly..

I remember when I did a government unit and tilted slightly to the left and how my loving family dubbed me, “comrade”. Obviously, being called comrade wasn’t fun and so my left-winged mindset soon dissolved.

On Tuesday, during lecture, we were shown a youtube of the story of Shell and the Ogoni people. Though you must think by now, I’ve grown out of my death-to-big-businesses mode, but I find it hard to progress from that, because when at uni, this is what we are told and taught! Big businesses normally whilst going on with their business, produce negative externalities. Hence, they should compensate the people who are affected by the externalities! Doesn’t it make sense? Maybe this issue is like an iceberg, and we are only the tip. So trying to fully comprehend it fully would just hurt my little brain.

I’m no where near understanding majority of the political issues that arise and don’t worry, I’m also no where near turning into comrade again. Therefore, I’m not sure why I’m so wound up. Well, not really wound up. Anyway, I know being left-winged means more than just frowning upon big businesses. So this rant, does not give my family the right to christen me with another horrible nickname.

I guess my point is quite stupid. But yeah, go search youtube for ‘Shell and Nigera’. It’s really sad, I bet you’ll swing in the same direction as me!

oh how you like to screw me over.

i remember now why i hate uni life. i think the semester is fine.. studying the stuff is fine. just stupid exams, stupid stuvac. i guess i don’t really like doing assignments or writing essays either, but hey the grass is always greener on the other side. so, give me essays and assignments any day.

i went grocery shopping today. i think i’ve bought enough food to last me two wars and a famine, so i’m pretty pleased with myself. my fridge looks like it is going to explode. which means potentially yummy food will fly through the air which would make me extremely happy because i get to procrastinate and pop back to the supermarket.

i guess you would all know by now, that obama is going to be moving into the whitehouse. i’m so glad because i’m not a huge fan of mccain and palin. i thought his speech was really really really good too!! i heard mccain’s concession speech was brilliant as well, i can’t wait to listen to it! anyway i hope obama really does do what he says he would (unlike somebody we know).

okay okay. sleepy and then wake up and then dig face in notes!

:S

stuvac is amazing. i have started eating peanut butter and jam toast for breakfast again. i stopped for a while because we ran out of peanut butter and thought it was time to explore the great realm of breakfast food.i like sardines and tomatoes on toast, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like breakfast and neither does a croissant. cereal is nice for breakfast, but it isn’t hot and i am a strong believer in hot meals, especially since the weather in sydney has been menstrual these past few days. but even with all these variations in breakfast meals, i don’t like to change my drinks. preferably, i would like to have a carrot and orange juice and a cup of hot tea, but i don’t have a juicer. so orange juice and hot tea suffices as staples in my morning routine. (that reminds me, i ran out of juice)

gosh, i am rather boring. i want to post up pictures of the banana and chocolate muffins and scones i made and talk about them and why i made them, but with all my procrastination, i don’t really have the time to.

speaking of muffins, i’ve gotten the urge to bake again. i bought a whole box of raspberries and went to read up about them. did you know according to greek mythology, they were white at first but the person plucking them cut herself when she while picking them, and bled on them. hence they turned red from her blood. also, raspberries come in three colours, red, black and white. so i guess the black raspberries came about because the blood oxidised on the raspberries? ew. ew. ew.

all the same, i want to try a black one because the thought of eating black fruit sounds cool. i imagine a white one won’t have much taste but i would love to be proven wrong.

i have no life.

i started watching october road and stopped thinking bryan greenberg (Nick, the protagonist)  was good-looking. i think this show reminds me a lot of Ed, with the whole moving back to hometown theme. but i think the similarity stops there. haha. i used to like bryan greenberg from One Tree Hill and oddly enough, the more bryan i watched (i.e. prime) the less i thought of him as good-looking. i think he has aged a bit. he doesn’t look cute anymore. he doesn’t look as dorky as he used to on one tree hill. i think his brother on the show looks pretty cute now.

bryan greenberg

so, i eat four meals a day now, because three isn’t enough for a person who spends all her day in front of her desk and on the couch. this worries me and i think i’ll have to go to the gym on friday and saturday again. i’m quite pleased that i get to use the word ‘again’ because it means i’ve been to the gym on friday AND saturday. and hopefully i won’t ache again though. sunday and monday was hideously achey, putting on my jeans was painful. poo.

anyway, econometrics is breaking me. i don’t really know how we are supposed to regurgitate the copious amounts of formulae and equations they quite happily gave us to ‘know how to derive’.

poo, boring post.

girlie grey

were we ever made to exist within the realm of courtesy, polished boots, unblemished report cards and enthusiasm? its odd because sometimes it seems as though this is the ideal and appears to reflect the place we ought to be at or at least circling its parameter. i on the other hand find myself no where near a two kilometre radius of the ideal but rather between mountains and mountains of blemishes and inertia.

i probably am not the only one unable to reach polished boots standards and hence i know i am neither alienated nor ostrasised. however it sucks sometimes because often people use great concealer to unblemish the blemished and thus appearing as though i stand outside the parameter with my coffee-induced enthusiasm by myself.

on a greater scale it doesn’t matter how i assume things to be because as i have been told many times, my vision is skewed. but sometimes it would be nice if a person standing at the same radius away from the ideal as i am right now would pop in and say hello and how are you coping with your pimples?

social loafing.

social loafing occurs when you have lazy people in your group who do no/minimal work. because there are so many people in your team, the group member’s sloth (assuming there is only one lax group mate) may go unnoticed for days, weeks or till the assignment is almost done.

imagine, the day before the due date, the unlucky group member (who was picked to do the compilation) sorts through his/her emails to put the assignment together, only to realise that one of the group members did not send/sent half-assed assignments. urgh, the unlucky student cries, stupid social loafing, the bane of my existence!!

how do social loafers get away with such absurd behaviour?
well, it’s their fault, argues the work-shy boy/girl.
because there are so many people in the group, members stress over how they appear to the team more than they stress about others. so therefore maybe the reason why social loafing is so prominent in teamwork nowadays is because it plays off people’s instinctive nature, being self-centred.

if you had just texted me every single day and threatened me with grouplessness and a zero mark, i would have done the work.
-my take on social loafing

i think i’m officially very sick of organisational behaviour. i don’t think i can read any more of what mister M and mister T have to say about how humans act in teams. i bet if they read what i just said about social loafing, mister M and mister T would fly over from perth to personally flip me out right after my exam (which is tomorrow)

what have i learnt so far?
well i realised that trying to read a whole textbook within a time period of 7 days is actually possible for the very hardworking (whoever they are). i have learnt that there are four types of artifacts within an organisation which are language, physical structure and symbols, ceremonies and rituals and lastly stories and legends.

gee, i hope my 50 multi-choice questions and the essay question cover those two things!

tata!