Invention of Google Depreciates The Value of A Degree

On first thought, it seems it's true that Google does depreciates the value of a university degree.

Or does it?

Half a century ago, a degree implied about the ability to carry out and contribute to scientific research, as well as profound analysis to shed new insights on current issues. 

But it is so different now. 

I'm not saying the statement doesn't hold ANY truth now. It still does, but it is a fact that it has been much diluted because we all know that the MAJORITY of us will never generate any scientific research or analysis that is of any more value than those readily available on Google Scholar. 

I used to question the use of high school education, where we cracked our asian brains on alien-looking mathematical annotations and scanning through those piles of theories/histories/principles/application examples. Now I can better appreciate them because even though it's still true that most of us will never use differentiation nor integration in our actual life, those practices structured my logical thinking and exercised my brain as a whole.

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But what abt now?

I dont even think I can justify my university education with those reasons. Everything seems like I'm just doing it for the sake of doing it. I choose my courses STRATEGICALLY to ace the desired GPA; I memorise word by word --- trust me, sometimes english words are fully capable of disguising as ancient latin --- example by example just because our exams are marked based on KEY WORDS; I  have been told a millions times by our professors that "things are totally different when you enter the real world as you realised whatever you've learnt might not apply at all".

I'm not complaining, because it makes things much easier for me to get my degree with such system in placed. But sometimes I wondered what kind of education I would otherwise get with these years of time and thousands of money.

Such thoughts are especially amplified after watching Big Hero 6 a few days ago (me being an animation cray). I am so envious of these guys in the movie, where their extensive knowledge can actually become a skill that is so capable of creating change and impact. Of course, both science and arts education have such ability, but I fail to relate to neither with my own.

Now excuse me as I go for my nap. 

I woke up at 430am today (of which I had a 9am paper) because I literally studied half of a core module in the span of 2 hours last night. It sounds so ridiculous that it can't even be passed as one of those 'omg look how little I've studied I'm so gonna fail' claims.

I have zero intention to brag but you know what? I'm still gonna pass this module with at least a 'B' because I've been living in this system long enough to figure out how to survive. One-day effort of memorizing, that's the worth of a 'B' now. 

Cut Me Open and Sew Me Up Baby

Hey what's up. 

I've got stitches up my chin that's what's up.

Okay disclaimer: I'm actually allergic to blurry and low quality Samsung front camera pictures, but I really don't want my HD camera (whose name is Benjamin btw) to traumatize you with the lurid details of my stitch. 

Now let me give you the story.

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So once upon a time, the paranoid protagonist observed there was a lump of growth at the edge of her chin. What was worrying is that it had been growing in size over the years. The last straw was her observing another spot just above it to be growing as well. She had often heard her mum saying that the mouth area is a 'danger triangle zone'; it sounds drama and all but she properly meant it has many nerves there or smth. 

So after much hesitation, I decided to just get rid of it once and for all. I went to the doctor in National Skin Centre and after some poking and scrutinizing, the diagnosis was INTRADERMAL MELANOCYTIC NAEVUS. I promised these would be the only uncomprehendable English words that ever grace this blog. 

Anyway, she told me I would properly have to undergo INCISION, which with my very poor demand of English translated into 'okay so a sharp object or knife and some poking/slicing actions will most likely be involved'.

Boy I was wrong.  

On the day of surgery (19th Nov), I heard the word 'SEW' for the first time when the doctor came in to brief me and my mind went blank from there. I laid down onto the bed and after two injections of localised anesthetic (where I was tightly squeezing the poor hands of a very kind nurse throughout). My lower lips started to feel weird and suddenly I GOT A GREEN CLOTH COVERING MY FACE! 

I WENT LIKE: OMG. WHY NEED TO COVER MY EYESSSS... *shaky voice*

DOCTOR: This is our procedure, dont worry you still breathe properly

My fear meter exploded at that very second.

It's like YOU JUST DONT GO AROUND COVERING A PERSON'S EYES WHEN YOU HAVE CUT THEIR FACE UP.

I properly looked like the above, but trust me, I felt more like this:

So I totally froze and my heart went racing.

And then I started to feel BEING CUT (harmonized by the crisp cutting sound from scissors ) and a BEING SEWN SENSATION. 

guys, you would never understand this fear unless you go through it yourself. 

I was trying hard not to faint and distracting myself by making a mental note to start exercising soon cos now I am certain I dont ever want to go through cesarean in the future. I was also busy cancelling out my long accumulated desire to get a nose job COS NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO SEW ME UP AGAIN!!!

When it's done and I was given a mirror to look at it, I just cried. Though it's more like blinking hard to get my tears back, cos you dont want to be remembered as a wailing 23-yr-old by the 5-7 people in the room. Then the doctor asked me if I wish to send the tissue for further examination and she showed me this PINKISH LUMP OF FLESH OF A FINGERNAIL SIZE. 

Imagine raw chicken breast meat 

Now add more blood to it.

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Now the trauma is over. And the cut and the stitches actually look quite neat to me.

I'm glad I made the decision to get this worry off my mind but I wont ever forget my first experience of bring sewn. UGH. 

If you want to take a close look, here it is.

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I am giving you lots of lines here to avoid having to stare at a detailed picture of the stitches. So please leave now if you are not into sewn human flesh. 

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okay. 

still gross now.

If Halloween is a week/month-long festive, I could have easily go out without a plaster and get 'most realistic makeup' award.

Yea I Turn 23

So hey, I've turned 23 on last Friday and I was once again, overwhelmed with surprise and gracefulness by the loves I was showered with, despite being a rather difficult person to love.

I think I've grown so much in the passed one year, in fact I could easily say it was one of the most. I lost many but I've gained more in return.

One of the most precious thing I've learnt this year is letting go. To let go is to stay true and be brave for yourself. I've yet to master it of course, but I'm glad I've at least started somewhere.

This was me on my birthday last year in Berlin, for a cosy dinner with my dearest friend in a super home-liked restaurant tucked in a dark alley.

How lucky I am, to be surrounded by my loved ones and laughters for all my birthdays.  And ofc, red wine as well. 

Thank you all for loving me. It makes me want to become a better person just for you.

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On a side note, I've also learnt to be a rude bitch to people who dont deserve kindness and politeness at all and what could better illustrate this than an incident that had happened ytd. 

 

So this random guy got my number somewhere and sent me a video out of the blue. I didn't download that video cos I was nearing my data usage limit (First World Problem I know) so I just wanted to check if it's really someone I know.

Mum would have said I shouldn't have wasted my time talking to him at all, but I really cant stand the thought of these fucktards living around and trying to spread their foulness. After I sent my last msg and blocked him, I panicked for a second and thought what if he had really genuinely sent to the wrong number by mistake (though he's still poor in his logical thinking). So I downloaded the video after connecting to wifi (I. .. I don't know I just feel that I have to explain this to show that my previously mentioned FWP is true) and BINGO it was a random movie clip of an old man humping some naked statues. 

God, these fucktards. 

They dont even deserved to have their number censored here.