COM207: Communication History & Theories, taught by Dr Ben Detenber, new Chair of WKWSCI.
one of e ten core modules required to graduate from this place with a communications degree. bachelor ok. and they put us through such shit. well last year we were complaining about 208; this time we hear seniors grumbling about 401; 402 is definitely not easy either. but hey 208 eventually reached enlightenment? we struggled together but came good together. 401, 402? i dont care yet. 207 we struggled till e very end and still did not know what e hell was going on.
msn nicks and facebook status are sometimes e best representations of what misery and adversity people are going through. especially when they're alone.
there are at least two people named charles/harold/ludwig/george/william/mead/herbert/robert in 207
huimin
Jacq would kill for chocolate, big hug, and anyone willing to go for 207 for her
jacq
207 burnout. not studying anymore. come what may!
thad
two hundred and seven ways to kill yourself
chrys
kurtlewinlazarsfeldlasswelldarwinfreudhovlandyitingisawesomemarxbleyerschramm
yiting
for those who understand, im starting to think that detenber is actually ichimaru gin in disguise
jin
FUCK ALL THE DEAD COMMUNICATION FUCKERS IN THE WORLD AND FUCK YOU TOO DETENBER!
cameron
actually hitler invented comm studies
melvin
if hitler had been a lot more efficient we wouldnt have to study 207
lyon
we are great grandkids of schramm if u follow e timeline
amos
detenber should collate all e 207 msn nicks and show to students
weili
and a dozen others had nicks in chinese. how bad can it get.
and after e paper.
207 breaks my heart
yiting
NO MORE DEAD SCHOLARS
melvin
i had to think so hard during 207 exams it gave me a headache. serious.
me
what an experience. with this in e bag i feel like i can do anything else. maybe we just went through e CS baptism of fire unknowingly.
p.s. i started compiling these rather late. i think i missed some classics. help me if u will? remind me with those i missed.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
and then she left.
Californication, a 2007 american tv series about a writer whose move to California and a writer's block cause problems for his relationship with his wife and daughter. he is plagued by personal demons, including a sex addiction that basically fills up the bulk of the show's airtime. but no, ur not gonna see much of that when it runs on local tv. this is singapore.
im not exactly hooked to e show but i like e following. this scene says so much. not e usual kind of breakup or rejection or unrequitedness. u can feel e weariness. he's drained. it's like a sort of mature understanding that u have to let go. that leaving is e only option. or rather, unlike usual, she is leaving, u don't have to. n she's leaving u in a terrible, static ditch that ur already resigned to.
u happy?
just a simple question. are u happy?
i don't even know what that means anymore.
does he make u happy?
yes.
bullshit. no.
did i make u happy?
u didnt make me happy. u made me fucking insane.
ur saying i never made u happy, i made u insane.
oh yea. once upon a time u made me happy. but then u made me crazy.
well. that's a hell of a way to sum up a decade-long love affair.
well, mr moody. how would u sum it up?
i would say we loved each other too much. too much.
and i think i made a mistake in trying to get it right the first time. and that put an insane amount of pressure on us to keep it going.
and we buckled.
u don't wanna be with me. u think i know u think u do.
ur not in love with me, hank. ur in love with the idea of love.
im not exactly hooked to e show but i like e following. this scene says so much. not e usual kind of breakup or rejection or unrequitedness. u can feel e weariness. he's drained. it's like a sort of mature understanding that u have to let go. that leaving is e only option. or rather, unlike usual, she is leaving, u don't have to. n she's leaving u in a terrible, static ditch that ur already resigned to.
u happy?
just a simple question. are u happy?
i don't even know what that means anymore.
does he make u happy?
yes.
bullshit. no.
did i make u happy?
u didnt make me happy. u made me fucking insane.
ur saying i never made u happy, i made u insane.
oh yea. once upon a time u made me happy. but then u made me crazy.
well. that's a hell of a way to sum up a decade-long love affair.
well, mr moody. how would u sum it up?
i would say we loved each other too much. too much.
and i think i made a mistake in trying to get it right the first time. and that put an insane amount of pressure on us to keep it going.
and we buckled.
u don't wanna be with me. u think i know u think u do.
ur not in love with me, hank. ur in love with the idea of love.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
a neverending flood, an assault of opposites that catch you out
"A dark omnipresent pool of water.
It was probably always there, hidden away somewhere. But when the time comes it silently rushes out, chilling every cell in your body.
You drown in that cruel flood, gasping for breath. You cling to a vent near the ceiling, struggling, but the air you manage to breathe is dry and burns your throat. Water and thirst, cold and heat - these supposedly opposite elements combine to assault you."
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart."
Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami
It was probably always there, hidden away somewhere. But when the time comes it silently rushes out, chilling every cell in your body.
You drown in that cruel flood, gasping for breath. You cling to a vent near the ceiling, struggling, but the air you manage to breathe is dry and burns your throat. Water and thirst, cold and heat - these supposedly opposite elements combine to assault you."
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart."
Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami
Friday, November 14, 2008
death(s)
an msn convo i found rather interesting haha. in e tradition of COM207 which im mugging now, e Two-Step Flow model of passing on news.
T: dya know someone was mauled to death by tigers at e zoo?
S: huh rlly?
T: oh ya ur in hall.
S: how come?
the tiger escaped meh
T: suicide.
he jumped into e tiger place.
S: what a way to die
T: crazy fella.
got 20 zookeepers.
tried to distract e tigers.
n u watch Xing Guang 3 isit?
S: like v slow and painful death leh
T: ya lor for 5-10minutes.
S: are you bluffing me btw
T: WT*? for wat.
S: what xing guang what white tigers
T: i ask u watch or not.
S: ya but what does tt have to do w tigers?
T: white tigers mauled e man.
n another news.
who was third?
S: erm.
whos second.
T: third is this girl. Li sth Ning.
S: li chu ning
T: yea she died too.
S: HUH!
how come?
T: suicide.
S: WHY?
T: love.
S: omg how?
huh. omg.
why so many pple wanna die
its quite sad
what they live for
T: CO poisoning.
in car.
S: oh
thats what i would choose
T: haha ive made u talk philosophical.
T: dya know someone was mauled to death by tigers at e zoo?
S: huh rlly?
T: oh ya ur in hall.
S: how come?
the tiger escaped meh
T: suicide.
he jumped into e tiger place.
S: what a way to die
T: crazy fella.
got 20 zookeepers.
tried to distract e tigers.
n u watch Xing Guang 3 isit?
S: like v slow and painful death leh
T: ya lor for 5-10minutes.
S: are you bluffing me btw
T: WT*? for wat.
S: what xing guang what white tigers
T: i ask u watch or not.
S: ya but what does tt have to do w tigers?
T: white tigers mauled e man.
n another news.
who was third?
S: erm.
whos second.
T: third is this girl. Li sth Ning.
S: li chu ning
T: yea she died too.
S: HUH!
how come?
T: suicide.
S: WHY?
T: love.
S: omg how?
huh. omg.
why so many pple wanna die
its quite sad
what they live for
T: CO poisoning.
in car.
S: oh
thats what i would choose
T: haha ive made u talk philosophical.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
love is measured by fullness, not by reception
phoebe surprised me.
like i was to many people in e past, when love comes crashing down, some people will appear around u, which u never saw coming. she became a someone. i guess she could just relate. n she taught me e term 'comfort food'.
thanks for e little things, phoebe. it will and still hurts but im glad for u and i appreciate all of it.
and when u never knew, e people nearest may just be e most ready to give their love. thank u, mabel. u never asked for anything, just ready to give.
for all the wisdom and "experience" friends say i have, i guess it hurts e most when such things happen to myself. coz if u know me, i love as hard as it can go. i dont like things around to restrain me. coz i believe if u want that someone to be e most important person in ur life, u better treat her that way and show her she is. i believe we only love once so might as well make e most of it. at least to know that u gave ur all, is comforting.
phoebe got me hooked onto how words, when used perfectly and in e right mix, can express so much.
"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost."
"You never lose by loving. You always lost by holding back."
"An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception." Harold Lokes
"Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either."
how do i let go.
like i was to many people in e past, when love comes crashing down, some people will appear around u, which u never saw coming. she became a someone. i guess she could just relate. n she taught me e term 'comfort food'.
thanks for e little things, phoebe. it will and still hurts but im glad for u and i appreciate all of it.
and when u never knew, e people nearest may just be e most ready to give their love. thank u, mabel. u never asked for anything, just ready to give.
for all the wisdom and "experience" friends say i have, i guess it hurts e most when such things happen to myself. coz if u know me, i love as hard as it can go. i dont like things around to restrain me. coz i believe if u want that someone to be e most important person in ur life, u better treat her that way and show her she is. i believe we only love once so might as well make e most of it. at least to know that u gave ur all, is comforting.
phoebe got me hooked onto how words, when used perfectly and in e right mix, can express so much.
"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost."
"You never lose by loving. You always lost by holding back."
"An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception." Harold Lokes
"Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either."
how do i let go.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
falling
"It was vertigo.
A heady, insuperable longing to fall...
We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down."
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
A heady, insuperable longing to fall...
We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down."
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
hating love?
"Have you ever been in love?
Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.
It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."
In Love, Neil Gaiman
Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.
It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."
In Love, Neil Gaiman
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
说好的幸福呢？
你的回话凌乱着
在这个时刻
我想起喷泉旁的白鸽
甜蜜散落了
情绪莫名的拉扯
我还爱你呢
而你断断续续唱着歌
假装没事了
时间过了 走了
爱情面临选择
你冷了 倦了 我哭了
离开时的不快乐
你用卡片手写着
有些爱只给到这
真的痛了
怎么了 你累了 说好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不说了 爱淡了 梦远了
开心与不开心一一细数着
你再不舍
那些爱过的感觉都太深刻
我都还记得
你不等了 说好的 幸福呢
我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了
只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着
要怎么停呢
怎么了
你累了
说好的
幸福呢
我懂了
不说了
爱淡了
梦远了
我都还记得
你不等了 说好的 幸福呢
我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了
只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着
要怎么停呢
oh man. emo song of e emo season. delivered every time jaychou's new album comes around.
welcome to my world.
在这个时刻
我想起喷泉旁的白鸽
甜蜜散落了
情绪莫名的拉扯
我还爱你呢
而你断断续续唱着歌
假装没事了
时间过了 走了
爱情面临选择
你冷了 倦了 我哭了
离开时的不快乐
你用卡片手写着
有些爱只给到这
真的痛了
怎么了 你累了 说好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不说了 爱淡了 梦远了
开心与不开心一一细数着
你再不舍
那些爱过的感觉都太深刻
我都还记得
你不等了 说好的 幸福呢
我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了
只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着
要怎么停呢
怎么了
你累了
说好的
幸福呢
我懂了
不说了
爱淡了
梦远了
我都还记得
你不等了 说好的 幸福呢
我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了
只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着
要怎么停呢
oh man. emo song of e emo season. delivered every time jaychou's new album comes around.
welcome to my world.
Monday, November 03, 2008
of wounds and scars
"the wounds fester openly now.
i wish i could find an explanation for all these things that're going on in my life, in my mind right now. i wish someone could tell me why these seemingly-beautiful things can go so wrong within such a short span of time.
we all know this kinda pain doesn't just go away like that, any fool can tell you that. they linger and come back every now and then to gnaw and feed on your soul. you can't be completely cured. the only hope you can have is for the scab to form as soon as possible without an infection taking place.
even so, you just get reminded everytime you see the scars."
i wish i could find an explanation for all these things that're going on in my life, in my mind right now. i wish someone could tell me why these seemingly-beautiful things can go so wrong within such a short span of time.
we all know this kinda pain doesn't just go away like that, any fool can tell you that. they linger and come back every now and then to gnaw and feed on your soul. you can't be completely cured. the only hope you can have is for the scab to form as soon as possible without an infection taking place.
even so, you just get reminded everytime you see the scars."
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