As usual.
As usual, the list of homework to help people who haven't been tracking down notes.
Geography Globalisation Tutorials 1,2,3.
Also the video tutorial, you can google and find all the answers before the next tutorial.
Mathematics Tutorials.
This is one subject where the tutorials cannot be finished, and is never-ending.
GP Comprehension.
Also, study for GP test on Globalisation and Sports that will be next week.
Those non-Geography students can actually borrow the notes from Geography students.
Should be sufficient.
Economics Research Project Handout 4.
Sufficient if you can just finished one more type of market and its structure.
Economics Essay Question 7A. (FULL ESSAY)
At least, these are the very least I can think of right now.
Keep checking back!
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Some stuffs written by my friends that may be good if you are bored at home or you are relaxing and slacking in front of the computer and have nothing better to do.
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KaiSheng:
There was once a girl named Wendy Wendingo, and she was out walking on the streets with her friend, Torm Peepington.
Simply walking.
And suddenly, they walked past a peculiar and extremely tall old man, who was dressed in a weird purple robe. He was wearing a pointed hat, which pointed at his name, which was written all over his forehead.
" L-Bus Mumblemore? " Wendy Wendingo uttered out in sheer curiosity.
" Yes, that would be my name... HOW DID YOU FIND THAT OUT? " mumbled L-Bus Mumblemore in utter disbelief, shocked that someone actually managed to identify him.
So much for keeping his identity a secret for so many eons in an attempt to protect the Pillow Softer's Stone from the evil clutches of Bored Moledemort.
The Pillow Softer's Stone has the power to soften the pillows of every Mugger in the world, causing them to die of severe insomnia.
Indeed, a weapon of such catastrophic powers must be kept away from the wrong hands.
And thus, noble L-Bus Mumblemore dedicated his entire life, keeping the Pillow Softer's Stone locked away in his name, never to be found.
Until today.
Before Wendy could even open her mouth to answer, L-Bus Mumblemore collapsed, and morphed into the Pillow Softer's Stone.
Curious as usual, Wendy picked up the queer looking stone, examined it, and put it in her pocket.
With that, Wendy and Torm proceeded with their walk along the streets.
" That old man had a mysterious air about him. " said Torm, all of a sudden.
" Perhaps because he was a magical figure? " suggested Wendy.
" No I don't think so." said Torm, this time he scrunched up his face, as though in disgust of something nasty.
" Then what's with that mysterious air about him? " Wendy asked, curiously.
" I think he farted. " said Torm.
-THE END-
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Terence:
Lets talk about IQ and EQ.
IQ, which obviously means iqueen, is a variation of apple products such as the iphone and ipod. People of a lower IQ generally score worse results in an IQ test.
EQ means Elephants quack. People with high EQ usually dont have high IQ, so they dont know that elephants dont actually quack, but in fact, cows do, hence they came up with an illogical name EQ.
I pity people with a low sense of EQ. Some of them, in fact most of them, are smart people, scoring As in their tests and testicles and what nots, but they dont have a basic sense of EQ. Other than their most familiar road of acadaemia, they behave stupidly outside their world of textbooks and mathematical equations, and thats why I think they are stupider than people who are screwed in the acadaemic aspect.
Many fail to realise that grades are not the shit that get them their success. Sure, it's a prerequisite, but not to a far and certain extent. Grades are just numbers, certificates are just pieces of paper, exams are the equivalent of the waste products you produce from your anal tract, they are nothing. They dont matter much. Sure, you got that awesome A, it's not that i dont admire people with As, because with As, you can get to skip lots of make up classes, but some people dont know how to behave besides getting their A.
And another thing, why care about prestige? You know, you should not aim for a school that has prestige, but more importantly, its ability to groom you well for your next phase of life. You see, people are getting 18 points and 20 points and are trying their best and cracking their heads to go to a supposedly elite school like RJC, because it is prestigous and cool and you get to mix around with all the supposedly smart tards and stuff. No, you dont look at elite schools in that light. I look at RJC in the sense that it produces awesome grades, so if I had the points and wanted to go there, its because of the grades that I will eventually get, not the fame and stuff that you get, hoping people will suck your cock because you are in that elite school.
Thats sidetracking, of course, but it just came into my mind. Like I said about IQ and EQ (I dont know how to complete this sentence, so I am not going to complete it). IQ is usually inborn. Its a talent. You either have it or you dont. Or you want to slog your brains out and squeeze the very inner sanctum of your brain such that all your brain juice flows out from your nose and your ears to prove to yourself and others that you have high IQ. But I believe EQ is groomed. And it is EQ that plays a part largely in our future, not much of IQ. It's obvious. You arent going to screw yourself with integration and differentiation and stoichiometry and kinematics and all that shit next time.
When some people are stupid, as i refer them, its because their EQ is low. I dont look down on a person who has low IQ or fail their tests and stuff (partly because i am one of them), but i dont respect people who cant even respect themselves, much less others. These people are stupid, but they try not to be. But they are.
Stupid people like these, should have a huge pole knocked onto their head to wake their senses up, and after that knocked another time, to snuff their life lights out.---------------------------------------
Lastly, the wonderful Alastair:
Many of you would probably have heard about the 13-year old father in England, who fathered his son/daughter(I can't remember) with a 15year old alleged whorslut, given the number of sex partners she has despite the low-quality face she has.
Here and now, I should start to practise writing for GP essay. Here goes:
I am jealous. After approximately 16.5years on Earth, I haven't had sex with anyone yet. If a 13year old boy can have sex, and even father a child despite not having any financial capabilities to support a family, why can't I, after 17years of education?
It's time for me to go to England and try my luck.
End.
Seriously, I think it's quite crappy to have sex and father children immediately after puberty. I also don't understand why the girl in question wants to have sex with a 12year-old boy. I'd think that the boy's dick is still too small, and sexual stamina is 'not there yet', so he can't provide enough sexual satisfaction, right? So why go for a small little boy(small, in more ways than one)? Maybe that's why she supposedly had sex with more than 3 local guys, because one small little boy isn't enough for that nymphomaniac of a woman.
She should get to know me, because I can pleasure women well (;
Note the plural form used. I can do, like, dozen-somes, and I'd be the only guy and be able to handle the heat. Try me (;
Not the point.
Anyway, it's very depressing and damaging to my ego when kids are screwing around and getting other kids pregnant while I'm preserving my virginity for my special someone. :c
Oh yea and there's an insect/animal/thing that live underground for 17 years before surfacing to mate. It is an article on 'Wild Sex', Straits Times, at the back of the main paper or something. And at the end of it, it wrote 'This is an animal that believes that sex is worth waiting for.'
It's been 17 years. Sigh. I want to go to England.
OK I'm going to write out my plans for my future:
1) Do dang well for A's, and get to a good foreign university, like Cambridge, preferably with a scholarship so that the costs of the below wouldn't be subsidized.
2) Hook up with a random girl and have sex and procreate.
3) Hook up with another random girl and have sex and procreate.
4) Hook up with a third random girl and have sex and procreate.
5) Hook up with a fourth random girl and have sex and procreate.
6) Yea you got my point. It's tiring to type.
Oh yea, which reminds me of the noobs on Runescape threatening to report me for not replying to their stupid questions like 'What are your combat stats?'
I mean, I'm an effing level124, if they really want to know what are my combat stats, just check the highscores lah. They are up on the highscores anyway, so I don't see why they should ask me. I know Runescape doesn't exactly get the sharpest tools in the shed playing it, and that stupidity knows no limit, but I can't imagine the luck I have to meet those noobs 24/7(I play 24/7). If I were to dao them, they would go:
Noob 1: He's botting.
Noob 2: Botting? What's that?
Noob 1: It means that he's using programs to play.
Noob 2: So does it eat food for him?
Noob 1: Yes, but this is illegal, he can be reported for this.
Noob 2: I'm going to report him.
The problem here is, my character is a female, which explains why they are all noobs.
I'm tired of not being a father, and I'm tired of being accused of botting, and I'm tired of watching fillers in Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It is time for suicide.
Some guy I'm interviewing hinted that my English is bad. I shall bankai on that idiot. Screw him.
On a lighter note, I hope that I get more free periods tomorrow so that I can charge my phone.
OK no such thing, I don't have free periods tomorrow, but it ends at like 1245, so no harm done.
OH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I met a cute girl in the playgruond yesterday while I was playing with my cousins(I'm a family man, but I'd prefer creating families), when I met this 2 cute girls. They were like talking amongst themselves and I gathered that one was called 'Xin Yi', and the other 'Ah Yang', or something along those lines. Xin Yi is the cute one who played ice and water with us(nostalgic eh?), and she treated me to some of the water in her water bottle((((((:
She is very fun, and I like. What I fear though is for her safety. I mean, I could be a rapist and she still dares to come so close to me? What if I gag her and pull her to some remote corner and rape her? Not that I'd actually do it(not that you'd actually know, either), but that possibility, sexists(I hate putting an S in front of exist, it becomes another word entirely :c).
Anyway, when we were leaving, the Xin Yi was like 'Are you coming back tomorrow?'
Me: Nope. Why, you want me to play with you ah?
Xinyi: *pouts* then next week?
Me: Aiya you want me phone number?
Xinyi: *nods furiously*
Me: *blabbers phone number*
Xinyi: *catches no ball*
Me: BYEBYE (:
Very cute (:
She's 10 years old, or so she said. She looks 10 anyway ((((:
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