Learnings from both semesters has given me terrible course for concern. I suppose this must be posted for the welfare of succeeding generations to come.
For first semester:
Fastest Fingers first. Ignore those waitlisted crap, nothing of your concern. Just wait, choose your UE and GE nicely, keeping clicking 'Add course into STARS' in STARS Planner one minute before Registration Time. Once the window opens, quickly confirm and you're in.
For second semester:
1st Registration Period -
Gun for your PE only. That's the only fastest fingers first. Keep clicking as above, and confirm quickly. Ignore the UE priority crap, focus on clicking confirm!
Choose GE that has a reasonable vacancy-waitlist ratio. (ie. if the course has 0 vacancies and 100-over waitlist, you're not likely to get it)
2nd Registration Period -
Choosing UE this time round. Repeat as per GE-choosing.
Some tips:
1. Add/drop camping does wonders sometimes.
2. Sit on top of modules. You can drop later. Not ethical or nice but a lot of people do it to save their own skin and cover their asses.
3. Registering at school is quicker.
4. Waitlisted modules can clash with each other, but not with GEs and PEs that are set in stone.
5. The higher the waitlist, the easier the module is. (Generally)
Shall update this when I learn more!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
the kite.
at the risk of another snide 'hand in hand' remark. (well, greatness has its off-days too)
no catches,
only one string attached.
tension evoking a series of false starts,
push-pull, push-pull.
when he catches the updraft,
she reels him in.
caught in the wind's embrace.
liberated,
the kite soars high
remaining tethered still,
to the heavens and the commons.
to cast a faint shadow,
against the bright glare of the sun,
he is content,
charting his course.
no catches,
only one string attached.
tension evoking a series of false starts,
push-pull, push-pull.
when he catches the updraft,
she reels him in.
caught in the wind's embrace.
liberated,
the kite soars high
remaining tethered still,
to the heavens and the commons.
to cast a faint shadow,
against the bright glare of the sun,
he is content,
charting his course.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
very foreign policy.
it's always a wonder how people can (pretend to) listen, hear your (un)rationale, proceed to (mis)understand, and/or give complete (dis)regard to it.
frankly, insulting.
frankly, insulting.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
my subjugation.
been awhile since i'm back with incoherence.
and doing what i liked to.
let's try awhile
shall we?
so we step up now,
upon the chapel steps.
heart to heart, hand in hand,
however the world engulfs around us.
us,
the survivors of tragedy
them,
our tragedy of survival
making sense of the world again,
as we take our steps,
once more.
friend, buddy, comrade, darling.
the words of that unspoken vow ring true,
the wine glasses cling their unison.
in Sickness and in Health.
and doing what i liked to.
let's try awhile
shall we?
so we step up now,
upon the chapel steps.
heart to heart, hand in hand,
however the world engulfs around us.
us,
the survivors of tragedy
them,
our tragedy of survival
making sense of the world again,
as we take our steps,
once more.
friend, buddy, comrade, darling.
the words of that unspoken vow ring true,
the wine glasses cling their unison.
in Sickness and in Health.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
putting the happy - back into the birthday.
从小，生日就不算设么。
21岁生日，竟然让我尝到了各种滋味。
苦苦的。
因为知道知己不曾渴望。
甜甜的。
犹如大家的爱，都聚集在一块。
咸咸的。
有如心中的泪水，已滴了下来。
长大了。
才吃蛋糕。
（除了风凉话，正经的感谢词我不会说。就让照片代我吧。）
（不要误会！不是在看那个那个啦！）
谢谢大家！
21岁生日，竟然让我尝到了各种滋味。
苦苦的。
因为知道知己不曾渴望。
甜甜的。
犹如大家的爱，都聚集在一块。
咸咸的。
有如心中的泪水，已滴了下来。
长大了。
才吃蛋糕。
（除了风凉话，正经的感谢词我不会说。就让照片代我吧。）
（不要误会！不是在看那个那个啦！）
谢谢大家！
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
the age of relativity.
away with those einsteinian formulas, mere scientist
they solve no equations here
where there is whiter than white, blacker than black.
this is the age of relativity.
erase those scrawling lines of hypothesis, simple painter
no theory is ever proven here
where we judge our artistry by drawing comparisons.
this is the age of relativity.
debunk those myths of so-called laws, budding assistant
quantum mechanics serve no use here
where pupils are tempered by coloured glass.
this is the age of relativity.
you know what they say, those illuminating lights
to know happiness only after experiencing sadness,
what utter rubbish.
but this is the age of relativity.
(probably my subconscious speaking, but i think one does appreciate happiness better after a direct contrast.)
they solve no equations here
where there is whiter than white, blacker than black.
this is the age of relativity.
erase those scrawling lines of hypothesis, simple painter
no theory is ever proven here
where we judge our artistry by drawing comparisons.
this is the age of relativity.
debunk those myths of so-called laws, budding assistant
quantum mechanics serve no use here
where pupils are tempered by coloured glass.
this is the age of relativity.
you know what they say, those illuminating lights
to know happiness only after experiencing sadness,
what utter rubbish.
but this is the age of relativity.
(probably my subconscious speaking, but i think one does appreciate happiness better after a direct contrast.)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
writer's bloc.
digits at a standstill, in mock apprehension
as i await, forever
that crucial piece
to fill in the berlin wall
the iron curtain, obstructs my clarivoyance
WMDs launch, split second
those crippling towers
to construct multi-tented cathedrals
the KGB, they whisper white noise
fuzzy signal, momentarily
the storming spetnaz
to arrest my train of thought
so then i force myself to write thus
for without i can't hope to heap score upon score
call it the missing link, the last piece of the puzzle, the ace in the hole, the deus ex machina.
call it what you will.
you're that missing brick, dammit!
as i await, forever
that crucial piece
to fill in the berlin wall
the iron curtain, obstructs my clarivoyance
WMDs launch, split second
those crippling towers
to construct multi-tented cathedrals
the KGB, they whisper white noise
fuzzy signal, momentarily
the storming spetnaz
to arrest my train of thought
so then i force myself to write thus
for without i can't hope to heap score upon score
call it the missing link, the last piece of the puzzle, the ace in the hole, the deus ex machina.
call it what you will.
you're that missing brick, dammit!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
back to being, being.
so you transverse entire lengths,
take a hike of certain laps
see the stars, the moons,
and all the pretty dust around town.
so they shine, and i don't.
but here i am, and here is now.
kj is back again.
take a hike of certain laps
see the stars, the moons,
and all the pretty dust around town.
so they shine, and i don't.
but here i am, and here is now.
kj is back again.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
ratatouille.
it's funny, dramatic, absurd even, to see that a motley crew of inept chefs could whip up the winning dish despite lacking all the key ingredients.
i think this script won.
i think this script won.
Monday, June 30, 2008
migration.
recent heart-stopping server breakdowns over at my old blog host have prompted me to migrate over to the commonly used blogspot in the hopes of saving my memories somewhere my mind couldn't. well i guess it's time, eh? and perhaps it just might be i'll gain even a bit more pathetic readership. (hehe, so much for the unconventional choices)
other than thinking that migrating was a biatch for a week plus or so, i guess it was fun (as well as absolutely embarrassing) to reread stuff that, strangely, i store but i wish i never had to read. it's funny how i believe that not deleting the past would make me come to terms with it, and yet i'm strangely afraid to read the works of the ancient (well, not very so) virtual me.
various adjectives come to mind, some i'll prefer not to say, but well, stuff like pretentious, immature, quick to shoot my mouth off, and, just plain insensitive for the sake of it.
actually, i never really read them much, just plain cut and paste, but some were just crying out to be read and my eyes, they fail my commands sometimes and engage in self-depreciating acts.
gosh, how long that must have been then, since i first started in sec 1 or 2 on freeopendiary, and then sec 3 on ebloggy, and now here. it's like, uh, 7 years or thereabouts?
but the funny thing is, during migration you actually do learn about yourself. i'm not in a position of authority to say that it's evolution, but somehow you grow more intelligent (i sure do hope), more mature (yes this too), and more toned down.
but you lose something too, like the innocence of youth, and the exuberance for life, and the passion and naive attitude towards the world in general. save lives, make a difference, be the king of the world, etc.
and you become jaded, and unwillingly accept your lot in life, until you yourself are convinced that this is to be.
i guess sometimes you feel like you've improved as a person, but what you've lost just discounts yourself from a human being, from what was initially 'to be'.
but hey, guess what. i'm actually quite content and feeling lucky that i turned out this way in fact. thanks to a lot, and also a particular person!
yup, you older and wiser one.
other than thinking that migrating was a biatch for a week plus or so, i guess it was fun (as well as absolutely embarrassing) to reread stuff that, strangely, i store but i wish i never had to read. it's funny how i believe that not deleting the past would make me come to terms with it, and yet i'm strangely afraid to read the works of the ancient (well, not very so) virtual me.
various adjectives come to mind, some i'll prefer not to say, but well, stuff like pretentious, immature, quick to shoot my mouth off, and, just plain insensitive for the sake of it.
actually, i never really read them much, just plain cut and paste, but some were just crying out to be read and my eyes, they fail my commands sometimes and engage in self-depreciating acts.
gosh, how long that must have been then, since i first started in sec 1 or 2 on freeopendiary, and then sec 3 on ebloggy, and now here. it's like, uh, 7 years or thereabouts?
but the funny thing is, during migration you actually do learn about yourself. i'm not in a position of authority to say that it's evolution, but somehow you grow more intelligent (i sure do hope), more mature (yes this too), and more toned down.
but you lose something too, like the innocence of youth, and the exuberance for life, and the passion and naive attitude towards the world in general. save lives, make a difference, be the king of the world, etc.
and you become jaded, and unwillingly accept your lot in life, until you yourself are convinced that this is to be.
i guess sometimes you feel like you've improved as a person, but what you've lost just discounts yourself from a human being, from what was initially 'to be'.
but hey, guess what. i'm actually quite content and feeling lucky that i turned out this way in fact. thanks to a lot, and also a particular person!
yup, you older and wiser one.
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