yandao.com - Memoirs of a player wannabe

First, let me extend my deepest thanks to those of you who used the "Photo site " and liked it, and maybe met a new friends, found that old classmate of yours, or something like that. It was great working on it, and perfecting it – but really, the idea all started when *my* Lafina started getting bored at using the URL's to find photos. So, now you know what drove me

Oh, and yes, its actually even more fun when someone *asks* me to go there. LOL

Yes, I admit I'm a sucker for hits, and I am also a sucker for grades. I'll be frank – I'm a success driven person; Give me anything, I'll perfect it, and succeed without failure. Then I'll sit on it for a long, long time, and enjoy the sweet taste of success. No, it's about money, nor is it about the fame, its probably some "intrinsic motivation", as the school's, er, "holistic" syllabus calls it. *cough*

That said, I'm equivalent to your class asshole.

Wait. What? Just look at your class, that guy/gal who tries to make things difficult for others, giving little, or no chance for retaliation. Posing leading questions which you wouldn't know how to answer without Facilitator intervention would be one of those difficult little ways. Oh, and did I mention, it's again specifically targetted at similar people, with the exception that they don't play well as a team.

Enter Class Politics.

Wow. Something which probably isn't present in the conventional learning methods – teacher teaching, students studying, exams, and papers – yet present in our self-proclaimed powderful Problem Based Learning (PBL) system. Though somewhat similar to what one can experience in a working environment (I think I have enough work experience to make that statement, thank you.), this would no doubt consists of the usual backstabbing, gossipping, cliques, carrying of balls (or boobs).

It's all the same, really. We just want good grades. Now, instead of being the office slut, someone can be the class slut, dress specifically for a certain facilitator who's bound to notice, and give straight A's with guidance in all ways. Seriously, look at your class, even though nobody says it out, its being done. If you're one of those doing it, good work – you've just taken the easy way out. Too bad I rather work my way up the ladder – I don't like lifts , for the very reason that you never know when the "Mantainence" sign goes on. (errr, replace slut with pimp or something for the male version of the story)

That's when you're so screwed. Literally?

Though, the clever-er version of them actually takes a team approach, acting blur, getting others to do everything, then when BOOM – presentation comes, they suddenly know everything. Wow. How? Because they've already asked YOU the questions beforehand. Wow. I'm actually rather impressed with this method, you know.

Then again, there are others who say nothing and write out everything in the little ugly "comments" box… The ones who have a knife right behind you, and the very moment u take a step back by mistake, you should be ordering a casket service.

Soooo, in conclusion.. Everyone wants everyone elses' head. I present you, Politics in a Box!

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Oh crap. Some ugly idiot/mofo has my MrBrown Tur Kwa T-Shirt too. Unless he identifies himself, I'm gonna strangle him for spoiling my DISTINCT UNIQUENESS and ORIGINALITY. What are the chances, as Jing Hui said on MSN, of 350 out of 4 million people, that I meet SOMEONE wearing the same damned shirt? Argh.