Rain.

This weekend has been very low-key. I was supposed to have make a trip up north to China to visit Ron, but given that he’s a busy man, I shelved my plans and decided that I’ll go see him 2 weekends later when he has more free time.

I spent Friday at CityU for a student affairs workshop with another colleague. The workshop was actually useful in terms of content, but not exactly 100% related to my work at this point of time (keywords here is “at this point of time”), but I’m sure at some stage in the future I would be able to make use of what I learned at the workshop into use.

After the workshop, I stayed around CityU preparing for my exam in the evening. Didn’t exactly do too well I guess, but I think I would be able to scrape through with a pass. But one thing that had me fuming at the exam was the complete incompetence of the invigilator (whom I reckon is a PhD candidate or something along that line). There was this question in which I wasn’t exactly sure of some stuffs, so I put my hands up to ask the invigilator if there’s something missing in the question. That joker just shook his head and tried to explain that he’s not the one who set the paper and he would have no idea on whether something is actually missing in the question. The keyword here is “tried”, because he was speaking in some alien language that I couldn’t understand. Whatever it is, basically he was just shrugging his shoulders, waving his hands and insisted that there was nothing he can do. I got real fed up and asked him “Then can’t you at least contact the examiner to get him to answer this question for me?” – again he was speaking in Alienese, which I presumed he was saying that he couldn’t do that, or maybe he didn’t know how to do that. After hearing those crap that wasted 3 minutes of my time, I did the simplest thing – I asked him to buzz off with the use of a word that would have required censoring. Later, when the examiner came in to explain the missing part of the question (there was indeed a missing part), this invigilator tried to be clever again and made an announcement – which nobody understood as all were giving the “huh?” face to him – resulting in the examiner getting fed up too and repeated the announcement again. My thoughts are with the poor panel of examiners when this bloke is due to present his dissertation – it’s either they have to start learning Alienese, or this joker would have to buck up on his English.

After the paper, I headed to a restaurant in Festival Walk for the NUS Alumni Dinner hosted by the OAR. It was actually nice to see all the fellow alumnus, as well as some people from the OAR. The meal was good too, which was an added bonus. Subsequently, a few of us adjourned to a pub owned by an alumni, and the drinks were wonderful as well. I especially liked the vodka ginger – good gingery taste without being too hot or bitter. Nice.

My Saturday and Sunday were boring, so there’s really nothing to talk about. Though one happy thing to come through was United beating Liverpool at Anfield (again). Liverpool as genuine title contender? You’re having a laugh.

Alrighty, it’s time to start working.