Wo shi fob

Sometimes I wish I was more of a fob. That way, I'd fit the archetypal Asian cast, and people wouldn't be surprised at me stringing a coherent chain of words together.

Also, people seem to like fobs. I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why people seem to like them more. Maybe they find the accent cute. Who knows.

This also relates back to my racial insecurity. When I go out, I subconsciously make sure I'm better than average. Behaviour-wise. Because if I do something morally suspect, people will be like, "Oh, he's Asian, of course he's not going to give up his seat for a pregnant lady." Hard to blame them, really. People generally like to typecast. It simplifies things, and dehumanises people, which makes it so much easier to hate.

I don't know where I'm going with this, or why I started writing this. Australians in general are very good people, and not racist. But there are those that are, and they're jerks, and we probably shouldn't waste time on them anyway.

Word of the Day: Fob

Spot the irony

Bet you can't find it.

I'll set the scene first. It'll take about two seconds, so bear with me.

Orrin and I were playing Scrabble, and this is what he said after he spelled 'FOB' on the board:

Orrin - make your own destiny :) says:
> i could say the opposite
> haha
> OFB
> FOB*

If you can't spot it, it's probably because you don't understand the syntax of the above extract. For clarification, the > means new sentence, and the * means correction. Stupid new MSN. Geddit now? Now you can laugh.

Anyway, today was a strange day. Saw many, many people. But I did not see that girl from Microeconomics tute, first semester last year, outside the Matheson Library. Ok, now I'm just going to call her X. But not a bad day. Certainly right up there with the best.

Word of the Day: X

Word of the Day: Irony

Je ne comprend pas

Something really weird happened yesterday. Well, not weird like "That's freaky!" weird (like the Pink Highlighter Haunting - it's still in my pencil case - I think...), it's just something I don't understand.

So I did the "mid-semester" (more like three-quarter semester) test for International Studies, and thought that I had completely screwed it up. None of the multi-choice questions I answered seemed to be plausible, my first mini-essay looked like a blur of confusion and not answering the topic, and the second one I hadn't even read up on at all.

This week (that happened three weeks ago), I got my results back and was very surprised, on more than one level. I got a 20.5 out of 25, which I was pretty happy with. It turns out that I answered four out of 5 MC questions right, got what I assume is full marks for my first essay and got slightly less marks for the second one, which was to be expected. The second surprise was that my tutor wrote only one thing at the bottom: "Seek help from Language and Learning Centre with your essay writing skills, or you may not pass the final essay."

Ouch!

What's sad is that I got HD's for International Studies last year, and that was all essay writing too. So even if we factor out my VCE English result, based on that evidence my essay writing should be fine.

But I think my tutor's going to be right about me. Because I haven't started writing my essay yet. And it's due tomorrow. And it's going to be a bad one again. And she's going to call me a fob. It's a sad life.

The reason I haven't finished yet is because I had stats exam today. That went okay. Ran out of time, but I think I passed. Which was my aim to begin with, so that I never, ever have to do it again.

So the action plan now is to type, type, type up until 1. Sleep until 6. Type, type, type until 3 in the arvo. Leave for uni. Hand in assignment. Sounds good. As long as I can type, type, type my essay, and not on Facebook. Or here.

Word of the day: International Studies