speaking of comparing profs, my social pscyhology prof, Jens Förster, is blond, gay, open, bitchy and belongs to a band. Now beat that all of you. Hahahah. But I’m not joking though. He sets a research paper as a major criteria for our course and it’s basically an open paper, meaning you can write about any social problem in IUB and apply a social psych theory. So my paper will focus on the extent of heuristics influencing IUB guys who are attached, to cheat on their girlfriends. Muahaha. And he thinks it’s interesting and unique and I should go for it. I just hope I get a good grade.
Since I got started on profs, I shall just continue la huh. My lab prof is a woman, she’s new to the school, and she’s my advisor’s wife. She is so inexperienced in the classroom setting and giggles at rapid and regular intervals ie. when she’s nervous, when she’s earnest, when she is really amused. I can’t differentiate between the nuances anymore.
My gender prof is cool, I think she’s hot and appealing, she’s turkish. Very attractive face. She thinks I’m exotic and she’s excited her class is full of multi-racial girls. That’s right, no boys in a feminism class. How stereotypically pathetic. There was one guy before the add/drop course deadline, but he was gay and we didn’t like his snooty comments. So boot. Pity he’s a psych major and I have to tolerate him at least 3 times a week.
I have told you all about my boring, slow, russian, female math prof already.
My research methods prof is anal and his first name is Santa Claus’ with a K. Funnily enough, he rewarded me with a frying pan because i won some guessing-number thing he organised for the college.
my narrative prof is nice but he cant teach. how many of those have we come across all our educational lives, i wonder.
i am neutral and almost apathetic about my scientific work learning skills teacher. i heard she’s a great skater.
so all my profs and teachers know who i am, because i have been plaguing them with emails about how incompetent their teaching is but brilliant and clever they are in their fields….no, i wouldnt dare. not yet anyway. but i have been emailing nearly everyone. yes, in fact everyone. i have emailed every prof at least twice.
but no, nothing like the harris/ho/lofty student-teacher connection. not so far anyway. i have a feeling Rommel, this poetry/lit prof has the potential of being the only skilled teacher from IUB in my books. have to wait till next sem to forge such a connection. plus he loves Donne!! exciting.
hello one and all. i read fatma’s ‘marinated prawns’ and felt extremely touched. which also triggered me to do some for my international friends here this weekend hopefully.
sorry i took so long to blog. extremely busy. quick update: cheerleading competition on saturday with me as choreographer, we danced to LOSE MY BREATH by DC, thanks a million fatma for the mp3’s 
) we only started practice on thursday night. it seemed so familiar, the last-minute-ness of it all haha. well we didnt win the cup though my house, mercator won soccer finals. the jury was biased towards college 3 whose cheerleading was to some sean paul repetitive number. EVERYONE said we were good, and that mattered to me more than the cup (i lie, i cheat myself,im trying to make myself feel better muahahah) anyways, then amid all that mumbo jumbo dancing shit, i have to prepare a presentation on RHETORIC for monday ie today. singapore edu system taught me well, i prepared 14 slides in 45 mins on thursday with a 7 page PDF file full of tiny fonts about rhetoric and aristotle and all that. so wish me luck i wow them with my impressive presentation skills. it’s graded by the way.
then every monday means lab quiz, so on top of the above mumbo jumbo restmüll (meaning ‘rubbish’ in german) i had to cramp my brain with psychophysics and thrustone scaling, half of which is so terribly boring i could cry. and i finally got myself tipsier than usual and i was nothing like the ‘high’ self u guys know. i was quiet and i was swaying slightly and when i dropped my coke bottle down the stairs, i bent TOWARDS the bottle instead of taking the steps TO the bottle, and the rest is history. there’s a tiny but devellishly sore bruise on the small of my back. 
(
i am currently getting 1.0s on my other school elective instead of my major: my second math assignment scored 198/200. shocking. i think its obscene: my lab quizzes are PATHETIC! perhaps i might become a math major next sem if things dont look too good. hahahha. oh god.
i am still reeling from shock and disgust at the TERRIBLE accents these eastern europeans have. god. GOD! this includes bad grammar as well. selected few speak perfectly here. there’s this brit-pakistani girl in my gender class with an amazing brit accent and she intimidates the teacher. hahaha. i love those classes ‘cos i enjoy seeing the teacher stutter when miriam raises her hand to slam her points on the feminine body or something on jane austen.
the food here can be really challenging to my palate. but ive been cooking and using my rice cooker to its maximum potential. i have been watching CSI season 3 episodes with a passion, simply ‘cos ive hardly had a TV-entertainment life since I came.
It’s been only a month, and my first mid-term exam is next thursday: math. good lord. they really don’t spare us here.
by the way, i got tipsy with sweet wine. jsut a mug full. and on an empty stomach, a fatigued body and mind, right after cheerleading. that explains it all. i mean, when i went to this zouk-like club called CAPITOL, outside bremen, i downed three whisky-cokes and a bottle of beer and was unaffected. i swear.
i really need to shop. thank god money’s coming in 2 days or so. then i’ll go crazy in hamburg. muahaha. EDB is coming to Köln/Cologne in November and all the singaporean students in germany are gathering then/there. Not really for the edb interviews but more for the gathering of singlish-speaking singaporeans who will celebrate hari raya together as well. wheeeeee!
on campus, diwali and hari raya/eid mubarak will be celebrated together! imagine that!!!! so fun!
germany GIVES incoming international students 150 euros for coming to germany to study. that’s about 330 sing bucks. im getting it this week.
rashez from VJ/TSD is applying to IUB, and i know she’ll get it. i’m kinda proud i pioneered the sporean undergrad batch. wheeeee. she will be doing integrated social sciences. i know her arrival will confuse the stupid international ppl here, cos she’s punjabi and all and they wont be able to understand why i look like this and why she looks like that and we come from the same country. those idiots. i can see it coming already. i hope to fabricate stories with rashez about our little pretty hot island. 
)
