Yes, I've been choc-a-block busy this past week.
After attending some seriously stimulating Ambassador workshops last Wednesday, I decided not to attend the Friday ones for fear of over-stimulation. I felt really bad for doing so, but really could not be motivated for another day at uni.
So on Saturday, Imesha had her 21st, which was pretty awesome, except for the birthday girl turning up late. Actually, that was good in a way, except that everybody bar me was starving to death. That's why I have secrets to save me in these situations. All around, a very good gig to go to.
On Sunday, I had to skip Yvonne's 21st due to my commitment to my Accounting group. We had a group assignment due on Monday. I don't think I'll ever hear the end of it. After apologising many times in many varied ways, I still get harangued for not going. What's a man to do? Buy another present?
Tomorrow, meeting with my GMC homies. Have a very vague idea what's going on, and I hope that someone else will clarify. That will be the agenda for the meeting.
Word of the Day: Workshops
Showing posts with label ambassador. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Sunday, 19 July 2009
C'est tres intéressant, non?
As the mid-sem break draws to a close, and another semester of uni looms before us, we (or just I) reflect upon this holiday gone by yet again.
It's been an interesting holiday. For instance, why am I awake at 7 after six hours of sleep?
A quick summary of holidays in chronological order, because you don't really want to read about the details, and they're not that important anyway: boredom, going out, boredom, boredom, sort of going out, boredom, making things, boredom, camp, knee, return from camp, boredom due to my disability, boredom, orientation day-chadstone-dinner-poker night (yes, all the excitement came in one clump), boredom, Harry Potter, boredom and going out tonight.
Camp was definitely the highlight in many ways. At the basest, it gave me something to do with my life. Met new people, did fun things together, had good times all around. Kinda missing it actually. No, it's not sad. Yes, I do have a life. Stop laughing at me. Please. You would be singing a different tune if you were there. Or not singing a tune at all.
I'm actually kind of looking forward to this semester. Which is massive, given that I usually don't look forward to a new semester at all. But this one should be good. But, as with all things that I expect to be good, they usually let me down. Please don't let me down, semester. Please.
I expect that I shall see my friendinhos back at uni. I better see you guys back at uni. Or there will be consequences.
By the way, I have no idea why I decided to bust out the French just then. I think, probably like most marketers, that when something sounds stupid in English, transcribe it into French and it automatically looks awesome. Or just slightly less stupid.
Word of the day: Réfléchir
It's been an interesting holiday. For instance, why am I awake at 7 after six hours of sleep?
A quick summary of holidays in chronological order, because you don't really want to read about the details, and they're not that important anyway: boredom, going out, boredom, boredom, sort of going out, boredom, making things, boredom, camp, knee, return from camp, boredom due to my disability, boredom, orientation day-chadstone-dinner-poker night (yes, all the excitement came in one clump), boredom, Harry Potter, boredom and going out tonight.
Camp was definitely the highlight in many ways. At the basest, it gave me something to do with my life. Met new people, did fun things together, had good times all around. Kinda missing it actually. No, it's not sad. Yes, I do have a life. Stop laughing at me. Please. You would be singing a different tune if you were there. Or not singing a tune at all.
I'm actually kind of looking forward to this semester. Which is massive, given that I usually don't look forward to a new semester at all. But this one should be good. But, as with all things that I expect to be good, they usually let me down. Please don't let me down, semester. Please.
I expect that I shall see my friendinhos back at uni. I better see you guys back at uni. Or there will be consequences.
By the way, I have no idea why I decided to bust out the French just then. I think, probably like most marketers, that when something sounds stupid in English, transcribe it into French and it automatically looks awesome. Or just slightly less stupid.
Word of the day: Réfléchir
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Orientation Day 09 - Ambassadors ftw
Today, I, along with the other BusEco Ambassadors, showed students around during orientation.
Fairly unexciting stuff, bordering on boring you may think, but there was a twist.
See, I was doing this on my gimp leg. Which hurt like hell in the morning, but strangely got better progressively during the day.
We had a ball of a time. However, I do wish that I could mingle with everyone in the group. That would make it a lot more fun. Not that it isn't now.
'Mingle' was also an overused word today. 'Mingle' this and 'mingle' that. So sick of it. I blame Kanji.
Read on if you are prepared for a story of epic proportions.
Anyway, after this extravaganza, me and my crew, minus a few key people (who probably know who they are), headed to Chadstone for "shopping," which would eventually culminate in dinner at Clayton.
Shopping didn't even happen, because James was off buying his bento box (don't ask, because I wouldn't be able to explain), while Ray was trying out prescription glasses (why he had to wait until then, I don't know), and Terry and his mates were deciding on which movie to see.
After this, me and James found out that through an ambiguous SMS sent by the organiser of said dinner, we had actually been stooged, because dinner had been cancelled. So after some swift punching of walls and people, James and I got our act together and organised it.
So it was that our gang of NQT workers gathered in Box Hill (Davy being fashionably late, of course), and dined.
And then headed over to my house to play poker. Pleasantly surprised how well my parents took it, seeing as I randomly unleashed a group of hormonally-charged teenagers into their house. Just for the record, Davy won.
So even though the second half of the day seemed a total shambles, it still turned out good, which is better than nothing I guess.
Word of the day: Mingle
Fairly unexciting stuff, bordering on boring you may think, but there was a twist.
See, I was doing this on my gimp leg. Which hurt like hell in the morning, but strangely got better progressively during the day.
We had a ball of a time. However, I do wish that I could mingle with everyone in the group. That would make it a lot more fun. Not that it isn't now.
'Mingle' was also an overused word today. 'Mingle' this and 'mingle' that. So sick of it. I blame Kanji.
Read on if you are prepared for a story of epic proportions.
Anyway, after this extravaganza, me and my crew, minus a few key people (who probably know who they are), headed to Chadstone for "shopping," which would eventually culminate in dinner at Clayton.
Shopping didn't even happen, because James was off buying his bento box (don't ask, because I wouldn't be able to explain), while Ray was trying out prescription glasses (why he had to wait until then, I don't know), and Terry and his mates were deciding on which movie to see.
After this, me and James found out that through an ambiguous SMS sent by the organiser of said dinner, we had actually been stooged, because dinner had been cancelled. So after some swift punching of walls and people, James and I got our act together and organised it.
So it was that our gang of NQT workers gathered in Box Hill (Davy being fashionably late, of course), and dined.
And then headed over to my house to play poker. Pleasantly surprised how well my parents took it, seeing as I randomly unleashed a group of hormonally-charged teenagers into their house. Just for the record, Davy won.
So even though the second half of the day seemed a total shambles, it still turned out good, which is better than nothing I guess.
Word of the day: Mingle
Friday, 10 July 2009
Ambassador Camp
Camp was excellent. But a bit cold. It probably also would've been better if I didn't rip my knee to bits on the second day, but that's hard to say. Still had fun being a cripple. Some fond memories:
- Waking up at 6 after sleeping at 4 in an attempt to watch the sunrise with James, Hayley, Stef (ha, no typo) and Elena. We missed the sunrise, got frozen half to death, but took some awesome photos. Was also a good bonding time. The cold built character.
- Big 2 Moments with Anna, Kanji, Ray/Rui and the Canto Crowd (man, I'm so awesome at coining new terms). It was so addictive, like...a drug. Wow, original analogy. Completely justified 3 hours of sleep.
- Mafia aka Killers craziness. It was madness. Have never played 20 person Mafia before. Probably due to the fact that I've only played it once before. But still. It was huge. Just remember, Terry is always the killer, Kanji never actually has the 7 of diamonds, and you shouldn't accuse me because I'm a cripple.
- The amazing help I received after doing my knee. Ali and the whole Purple Soup team were awesome about it, and props to all my pals (you know who you are) for helping a brother out. I find this hard to say in person, but I love you guys.
- Watching part of the Michael Jackson tribute at the hospital. Amazing how some good actually came out of the injury.
- Making new friends. So many cool people in one place. I betcha the camp showed up on one of those newfangled heat-seeking devices as sub-zero temperature, due to the combined effects of the weather plus the coolness of the people there.
- The Egg Drop was pretty intense. Great to see how all our hard work (cough) paid off.
- The game at the end was pretty ego-boosting. I thought we were supposed to remember how many and which touches we got, so I was struggling pretty hard. And those hard pushes to the head just gave it away. So much for anonymity.
So want to do it again. Thanks for the great time people.
Word of the day: Camp
- Waking up at 6 after sleeping at 4 in an attempt to watch the sunrise with James, Hayley, Stef (ha, no typo) and Elena. We missed the sunrise, got frozen half to death, but took some awesome photos. Was also a good bonding time. The cold built character.
- Big 2 Moments with Anna, Kanji, Ray/Rui and the Canto Crowd (man, I'm so awesome at coining new terms). It was so addictive, like...a drug. Wow, original analogy. Completely justified 3 hours of sleep.
- Mafia aka Killers craziness. It was madness. Have never played 20 person Mafia before. Probably due to the fact that I've only played it once before. But still. It was huge. Just remember, Terry is always the killer, Kanji never actually has the 7 of diamonds, and you shouldn't accuse me because I'm a cripple.
- The amazing help I received after doing my knee. Ali and the whole Purple Soup team were awesome about it, and props to all my pals (you know who you are) for helping a brother out. I find this hard to say in person, but I love you guys.
- Watching part of the Michael Jackson tribute at the hospital. Amazing how some good actually came out of the injury.
- Making new friends. So many cool people in one place. I betcha the camp showed up on one of those newfangled heat-seeking devices as sub-zero temperature, due to the combined effects of the weather plus the coolness of the people there.
- The Egg Drop was pretty intense. Great to see how all our hard work (cough) paid off.
- The game at the end was pretty ego-boosting. I thought we were supposed to remember how many and which touches we got, so I was struggling pretty hard. And those hard pushes to the head just gave it away. So much for anonymity.
So want to do it again. Thanks for the great time people.
Word of the day: Camp
Friday, 3 July 2009
A...musings
Some random musings for today:
1. I have something for girls with nice smiles.
2. Playing soccer on terracotta tiles is a bad idea when it's raining.
3. Camp at Portsea, which is essentially a beach, in winter, sounds like an interesting, albeit cold, idea.
4. Vegetarian pies should not exist. They're akin to...vegetarian sausages.
5. I must be more outgoing and overcome my severe (but often justified) rock-bottom low self-esteem in order to succeed in life.
6. Billie Jean is not my lover.
At least one of these musings was garnered from the meeting for BusEco Ambassadors today. As a side note, the meeting was good. I now know what I'm supposed to ambass.
This random imparting of experience and knowledge should be taken on board by you, the reader, for future knowledge. This wisdom is invaluable. For example, if some idiot asks you to play soccer with them on terracotta tiles in the rain when you're wearing dodgy shoes, you'll know to say "Get lost." Because, as you know, this happens on a frequent basis. To many people.
1. I have something for girls with nice smiles.
2. Playing soccer on terracotta tiles is a bad idea when it's raining.
3. Camp at Portsea, which is essentially a beach, in winter, sounds like an interesting, albeit cold, idea.
4. Vegetarian pies should not exist. They're akin to...vegetarian sausages.
5. I must be more outgoing and overcome my severe (but often justified) rock-bottom low self-esteem in order to succeed in life.
6. Billie Jean is not my lover.
At least one of these musings was garnered from the meeting for BusEco Ambassadors today. As a side note, the meeting was good. I now know what I'm supposed to ambass.
This random imparting of experience and knowledge should be taken on board by you, the reader, for future knowledge. This wisdom is invaluable. For example, if some idiot asks you to play soccer with them on terracotta tiles in the rain when you're wearing dodgy shoes, you'll know to say "Get lost." Because, as you know, this happens on a frequent basis. To many people.
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Mysteries that may never be solved
It's been a big few days.
First up, in the immediate aftermath of Man Utd's destruction, I forgot to say how highly I regard Pep Guardiola. That guy is just phenomenal. First season in charge, wins everything on offer with a team that played like rubbish just last season. And he made them do it with style and coolness. Well done.
Second thing, although not exactly big, is me becoming...
Official BusEco Ambassador for Monash University (Clayton Campus).
It would be pretty cool to tell everybody, except for the fact that I have no idea what the job entails. I'm supposed to go on camp. But then what? I'm supposed to...ambass?
Third thing - and this ranks higher on the stupidity scale than on the big scale - is me epicly getting destroyed in the stats assignment. Which isn't disturbing in itself. What's disturbing is I lost almost 40%, and I don't even know how. I mean, I didn't even make that many mistakes. After performing a regression, I now conclude that my tutor is a ridiculously hard marker. Oh well. I'll get over it.
Word of the day: Ambassador
First up, in the immediate aftermath of Man Utd's destruction, I forgot to say how highly I regard Pep Guardiola. That guy is just phenomenal. First season in charge, wins everything on offer with a team that played like rubbish just last season. And he made them do it with style and coolness. Well done.
Second thing, although not exactly big, is me becoming...
Official BusEco Ambassador for Monash University (Clayton Campus).
It would be pretty cool to tell everybody, except for the fact that I have no idea what the job entails. I'm supposed to go on camp. But then what? I'm supposed to...ambass?
Third thing - and this ranks higher on the stupidity scale than on the big scale - is me epicly getting destroyed in the stats assignment. Which isn't disturbing in itself. What's disturbing is I lost almost 40%, and I don't even know how. I mean, I didn't even make that many mistakes. After performing a regression, I now conclude that my tutor is a ridiculously hard marker. Oh well. I'll get over it.
Word of the day: Ambassador
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