Today is a funny day.
I played football in the morning and busted my left ankle while blocking a shot. I had to leave the field but fortunately I could still walk, albeit with some discomfort.
On the way home I took the right bus in the wrong direction. The bus – it’s air-con system was as busted as my ankle was) – took me to the foreigner workers’ dormitories in some backwater part of Jurong West. I was amazed at the sea of humanity and even more so at the overpowering smell it carried. I decided then I had to make my way out as fast as possible. I had to trudge over a kilometer before I reached the Pioneer train station. It was a good thing my ankle was only slightly sprained and not broken.
I arrived home at around two. After my shower I thought I would have a nap before making my way down to Marina Atrium for the Media Arts exhibition. However, the storm came and I slept through the whole afternoon. I didn’t realize how damn tired I was.
I woke up, had dinner and then found a very funny message displayed on my Business Law project mates’ msn window: “[name] is not meant for schooling.” Another project mate’s read: crap… I think they are absolutely right. Our group is dysfunctional, our report crap and the two girls are not meant for schooling.
It is highly likely that we will fail our Business Law report. I can imagine what the reaction will be. The girls will always blame the guy – this is how much things are in this cuntry. To our overrated and overpriced women (I mean this in a general sense. There are some local lasses who are very decent. Unfortunately these are few and far between.) This is a story for another day so I’ll just get on with it.
The pretty girl sent us her answers. Her script reminds me of her: pretty, but not much substance to spare. She has been calling for a “Business Law guru” on her Facebook. Apparently she didn’t think her teammates were capable enough. I have been asking her to get her points down; I could do the writing. No reply. I asked her if she needed help. No reply. I admit that my answers are shite but their answers are not much better. (The lecturer might give me a zero for my ten pages and award them good marks for their contributions. You never know with lawyers.) It could happen. Anyway, this is the first time I have seen someone use coloured letters in academic writing. Marks for aesthetics maybe?
The other one was on leave so she had plenty of time to do the report. She could have contacted me to discuss the project but she didn’t. I received her email telling me to send her a finalized copy of my answers so that she didn’t have to do so much work. Fair enough. I gave her the go-ahead to take the latest answers . I didn’t even bother to vet through. As far as I’m concerned enough is enough. I hate enough of this bullshit. When the lecturer was explaining in class how to write the report - he didn’t give us any hints or answers – the two lovely ladies were more interested in looking at pictures of dogs and jabbering about the Singapore Flyer, Las Vegas and the holidays they had. (Another thing about women who love dogs – most of them are insecure and like the curs and bitches they keep, noisy, emotional and can’t survive without some fool to fuss over them.)
So the project is done. I haven’t confirmation of the submission but I’m not going to call. The girl submitting it can drop me a mail. I just need to score over five out of thirty marks in this report to pass the continuous component. I am not taking an Honours degree so I can fuck care my GPA. It’s also quite likely we won’t even score 16.67%, such is the trash we produced. Anyway, I am content with my trashy answers and whatever happens I have done whatever I could and if I am to be held accountable for every fuck thing that happens I might as well change my name to Jesus Christ.
My first failed assignment in this university. Truly momentous!
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
More Frustration
My Personal Financial Planning module starts tomorrow morning and now shit happens. When I tried to download the assignment file, an error message appeared to tell me I’m screwed.
*Inspired*, I wrote on the Discussion Board. There was another fellow who wrote in at around 7pm to say that “the file corrupted?”
I just have to do it.
Thu, Jan 22, 2009 – [course code]
"Dear [course code] students,
[Assignment] is now available on [server] for your downloading.
Thank you.
[School]"
With all due respect sir, I don't think "The file is damaged and could not be repaired" can be counted as a file.
My anger was not helped when I tried to log into my university email account.
“The user name or password that you entered is not valid. Try entering it again.”
After they got the site up, they lost the email. Brilliant.
*Inspired*, I wrote on the Discussion Board. There was another fellow who wrote in at around 7pm to say that “the file corrupted?”
I just have to do it.
Thu, Jan 22, 2009 – [course code]
"Dear [course code] students,
[Assignment] is now available on [server] for your downloading.
Thank you.
[School]"
With all due respect sir, I don't think "The file is damaged and could not be repaired" can be counted as a file.
My anger was not helped when I tried to log into my university email account.
“The user name or password that you entered is not valid. Try entering it again.”
After they got the site up, they lost the email. Brilliant.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Pissed Off
I am in a foul mood. I am always like this after class. My Financial Accounting lecture was a torture. The lecturer’s fine; it’s the class I hate. Sitting with these people disgusts me. I was at the back row and I had a bird’s eye view of the riffraff. The guys looked like losers and the girls – now where do I start? Either they were overweight and utterly unappealing, or simply pathetic impersonations of bimbos, the boobless kind that are so prevalent in this accused cuntry.
To compound my agony, the Mutt was seated two rows in front of me. His corpulent body quivered with rolls of fat as he shifted in his chair, a hideous amalgam of man and pig. Its trimmed head was the only redeeming feature in its brutish visage, but even so, it served only to exacerbate his wretchedness, for its seemingly normality provided a stark contrast to the rest of its inhuman form.
Two of its friends sat near the Mutt. They were of his species and even they paled in comparison to the creature that was their ilk. They were talking in their profane tongue and for the umpteen time I cursed the thrice-damned idiot who placed them in my class and wished they had found a group. One hadn’t but fortunately it found itself two or three victims. If I believed in Gawd I would have prostrated myself on the floor and praised His name.
I am still without a group. I don’t know how exactly I am going to get myself a group. I cannot do my group project alone. There is a one grade penalty on anyone who does a Rambo. I would like to meet the motherfucker who set this ridiculous rule. Maybe I will advertise myself on the Discussion Forum. However, after my less than parliamentary post (see this) I don’t think I will find any takers. I guess my lecturer will have to dump me somewhere.
I might have found myself a group, but for a strange quirk of fate. There was a girl (good-looking, but waist’s a bit on the thick side) who was looking. She saw I was sitting alone. Maybe she didn’t like my face. There were other guys around but she didn’t accost them either. She formed an all-girls group instead. I could have forced myself to ask her, but I didn’t know if she was in my class. There should have been a lecturer for each class but the one in charge of the class was on leave and they had to dump two classes inside an auditorium under one lecturer. (The fucking cunt or moob should have been dismissed for dereliction of duty. To take leave at the start of the season and leave her/his students to another is plain irresponsible.) As a result, over 80 students have to ‘share’ a lecturer. Group forming is not easy because some of us don’t even know which class we belong to!
If I had my way I would have ditched the group-project policy. It adds stress to already stressful students. There are fools of all stripes: the incompetent, the free-riders, the AWOL-ers, the anal-retentive and other assorted whoresons. How I envy Miao. She gets to do her assignment by herself. She will never be dragged down by parasites and leeches. Then again, my fucking paper-mill of a university is not offering a Philosophy degree any time soon or in the distant future. The failure rates will skyrocket and regardless of whichever Curve they use, they can never churn out a batch of sufficient size to meet the required number of passes. I don’t know why some of my schoolmates are undergrads. They would be out of place even in a secondary school. Lacking intellectual curiosity, unsightly, often exaggerating their pitiful attributes – they should all go to Hell. And stay there!
To compound my agony, the Mutt was seated two rows in front of me. His corpulent body quivered with rolls of fat as he shifted in his chair, a hideous amalgam of man and pig. Its trimmed head was the only redeeming feature in its brutish visage, but even so, it served only to exacerbate his wretchedness, for its seemingly normality provided a stark contrast to the rest of its inhuman form.
Two of its friends sat near the Mutt. They were of his species and even they paled in comparison to the creature that was their ilk. They were talking in their profane tongue and for the umpteen time I cursed the thrice-damned idiot who placed them in my class and wished they had found a group. One hadn’t but fortunately it found itself two or three victims. If I believed in Gawd I would have prostrated myself on the floor and praised His name.
I am still without a group. I don’t know how exactly I am going to get myself a group. I cannot do my group project alone. There is a one grade penalty on anyone who does a Rambo. I would like to meet the motherfucker who set this ridiculous rule. Maybe I will advertise myself on the Discussion Forum. However, after my less than parliamentary post (see this) I don’t think I will find any takers. I guess my lecturer will have to dump me somewhere.
I might have found myself a group, but for a strange quirk of fate. There was a girl (good-looking, but waist’s a bit on the thick side) who was looking. She saw I was sitting alone. Maybe she didn’t like my face. There were other guys around but she didn’t accost them either. She formed an all-girls group instead. I could have forced myself to ask her, but I didn’t know if she was in my class. There should have been a lecturer for each class but the one in charge of the class was on leave and they had to dump two classes inside an auditorium under one lecturer. (The fucking cunt or moob should have been dismissed for dereliction of duty. To take leave at the start of the season and leave her/his students to another is plain irresponsible.) As a result, over 80 students have to ‘share’ a lecturer. Group forming is not easy because some of us don’t even know which class we belong to!
If I had my way I would have ditched the group-project policy. It adds stress to already stressful students. There are fools of all stripes: the incompetent, the free-riders, the AWOL-ers, the anal-retentive and other assorted whoresons. How I envy Miao. She gets to do her assignment by herself. She will never be dragged down by parasites and leeches. Then again, my fucking paper-mill of a university is not offering a Philosophy degree any time soon or in the distant future. The failure rates will skyrocket and regardless of whichever Curve they use, they can never churn out a batch of sufficient size to meet the required number of passes. I don’t know why some of my schoolmates are undergrads. They would be out of place even in a secondary school. Lacking intellectual curiosity, unsightly, often exaggerating their pitiful attributes – they should all go to Hell. And stay there!
Business Ethics Discussion
For your amusement:
Discussion Topic
Jean Lim is the accountant for HTech Pte Ltd. Her boss wanted a financial report by 2 pm to present to the Board of Directors. It is 11am and Jean has problem balancing her trial balance as there is a shortage of $5,000 in the debit balance. She believes she would be able to discover the missing $5,000 and make the necessary adjustment if only she has more time. In desperation, she debit additional $5,000 to Plant and Equipment as this account is large and $5,000 would hardly be noticeable. She comforts herself that nobody would be hurt by this anyway and she will investigate the missing $5,000 after the meeting is over.
Comment on Jean’s action and the ethical issues involved.
Excerpts from my classmates’ posts are shown below. So far we have:
“As ethics is about doing the right thing with moral duty and obligation. Thus, what she did was ethically wrong.”
“I would like to comment that Jean's action is worng. “
“Lastly, she believe that the upper management will not discover this due the size of the account. But instead the upper management might pay more attention to this account as a large expense to the company and they will look into further details for the reasons of the expense”
“What Jane did in my perspective is ethically wrong even thought the amount of $5,000 is not of any significance to the account. By adding that amount would only solve the problem temporary or in another word, buying time for a time bomb. “
“ …wouldn't she have to make out an additional $5000 expense to balance the account? Based on this, she has failed to follow the reliability principle which requires a document/evidence to support the transaction.”
My response:
Business ethics is an oxymoron. If companies can employ creative ways to 'polish' their financial statements, why can't Jean be 'creative' to get herself and her department out of trouble? I believe that the conundrum Jean faces is not uncommon in the business world.
Jean is just an ordinary accountant. She has no intention of doctoring the books so that she can embezzle funds. Her intentions are pragmatic rather than criminal. One may argue that the road to hell is paved with good intentions but the consequences of upholding her professional integrity can be just as dire. She would look bad if she were to inform her boss of the problem. Her failure may militate against her when it comes to being selected for promotion. Assuming her boss is as ethical as she is and appeals to the Board of Directors for a delay, this can result in a loss of confidence in her department. Furthermore, the delay in releasing the Financial Statements may also affect investor and shareholder confidence.
As the $5,000 is so small as to be almost negligible when factored into the Plant and Equipment Account, Jean can justify her action on the premise it will not make any significant dent in the final Financial Statement. Take it as the Materiality Concept being applied, albeit with a slight variation and on a much smaller scale.
Jean will investigate the missing amount after the meeting. It is highly likely she will resolve the issue. At the end of the day, as long as she is not apprehended and nobody is hurt in the process, I don't see why her actions cannot be justified. Ethicists will argue that if Jean evades discovery this time, there is no telling if she will do it again. This is fallacious reasoning. If a person is truly deceptive by nature, she will commit crimes whether she has done so in the past.
To reiterate my point, to judge Jean on her action alone is an act of moral prejudice. Intention also plays a part and we have to consider mitigating factors and other reasons so that we can make an informed and objective judgment.
Discussion Topic
Jean Lim is the accountant for HTech Pte Ltd. Her boss wanted a financial report by 2 pm to present to the Board of Directors. It is 11am and Jean has problem balancing her trial balance as there is a shortage of $5,000 in the debit balance. She believes she would be able to discover the missing $5,000 and make the necessary adjustment if only she has more time. In desperation, she debit additional $5,000 to Plant and Equipment as this account is large and $5,000 would hardly be noticeable. She comforts herself that nobody would be hurt by this anyway and she will investigate the missing $5,000 after the meeting is over.
Comment on Jean’s action and the ethical issues involved.
Excerpts from my classmates’ posts are shown below. So far we have:
“As ethics is about doing the right thing with moral duty and obligation. Thus, what she did was ethically wrong.”
“I would like to comment that Jean's action is worng. “
“Lastly, she believe that the upper management will not discover this due the size of the account. But instead the upper management might pay more attention to this account as a large expense to the company and they will look into further details for the reasons of the expense”
“What Jane did in my perspective is ethically wrong even thought the amount of $5,000 is not of any significance to the account. By adding that amount would only solve the problem temporary or in another word, buying time for a time bomb. “
“ …wouldn't she have to make out an additional $5000 expense to balance the account? Based on this, she has failed to follow the reliability principle which requires a document/evidence to support the transaction.”
My response:
Business ethics is an oxymoron. If companies can employ creative ways to 'polish' their financial statements, why can't Jean be 'creative' to get herself and her department out of trouble? I believe that the conundrum Jean faces is not uncommon in the business world.
Jean is just an ordinary accountant. She has no intention of doctoring the books so that she can embezzle funds. Her intentions are pragmatic rather than criminal. One may argue that the road to hell is paved with good intentions but the consequences of upholding her professional integrity can be just as dire. She would look bad if she were to inform her boss of the problem. Her failure may militate against her when it comes to being selected for promotion. Assuming her boss is as ethical as she is and appeals to the Board of Directors for a delay, this can result in a loss of confidence in her department. Furthermore, the delay in releasing the Financial Statements may also affect investor and shareholder confidence.
As the $5,000 is so small as to be almost negligible when factored into the Plant and Equipment Account, Jean can justify her action on the premise it will not make any significant dent in the final Financial Statement. Take it as the Materiality Concept being applied, albeit with a slight variation and on a much smaller scale.
Jean will investigate the missing amount after the meeting. It is highly likely she will resolve the issue. At the end of the day, as long as she is not apprehended and nobody is hurt in the process, I don't see why her actions cannot be justified. Ethicists will argue that if Jean evades discovery this time, there is no telling if she will do it again. This is fallacious reasoning. If a person is truly deceptive by nature, she will commit crimes whether she has done so in the past.
To reiterate my point, to judge Jean on her action alone is an act of moral prejudice. Intention also plays a part and we have to consider mitigating factors and other reasons so that we can make an informed and objective judgment.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Third Day and the E!
I called UniShit in the morning over the site problem. The phone operator told me that there had been an “intrusion” and the IT personnel would resolve the issue by today.
I don’t know if clicking "ignore this warning" option at the error screen…
Reported Attack Site
This web site at [UniShit URL] has been reported as an attack site and has been blocked based on your security preferences.
Attack sites try to install programs that steal private information, use your computer to attack others, or damage your system.
Some attack sites intentionally distribute harmful software, but many are compromised without the knowledge or permission of their owners.
…TWICE (the first gets you to the university website and the second to the LOG IN page) counts as the technical issue being “successfully resolved”. I am not going to try to log in.
I shall call them again tomorrow. They better give me a satisfactory answer.
I spoke to Mr. E just now. He and his Chinese wife had a big fight last night. When her folks brought her home, her brother told my friend to wait for the lawyer’s letter. The in-laws were naturally quite upset. The old man was absolutely livid and the old lady just cried. Mr. E’s folks tried to pacify the situation but the woman’s side weren’t interested. The whole “action”, as Mr. E put it, lasted less than five minutes.
Worried, I asked Mr. E if he needs to pay alimony in the case of a divorce. He said he’s not sure. I advised him not to let his wife know that he has another woman. My friend, Mr. B, has to pay a monthly maintenance of $800 and I do not wish that to happen to my friend. He replied that they can check his phone bills – he has been calling his Vietnamese squeeze every day. Still, he understands that this doesn’t constitute sufficient evidence to prove adultery.
It is obvious that things have been deteriorating between the couple. Although his Chinese wife has been living in Singapore for the past five years, she still doesn’t know how to take the bus. Mr. E bought her a bus guide but it didn’t do her any good. As my friend put it, she’s got a Masters degree but still know nothing. While he accuses her of being ignorant, she complains that her husband has been using hurtful remarks on her. She has a point, but so does he.
I asked Mr. E if he loves her. He doesn’t know himself, although he knows she does love him. Love cannot be one-sided and when there is no more love in a marriage it’s time to get a divorce. To complicate matters, Mr. E’s in-laws are pushing for them to reconcile, in spite of their daughter’s strange insistence not to do so. At some point in our conversation I offered him my congratulations. He was never suited for marriage. I felt happy that he finally has a chance to be free. Now I’m not so sure.
What of his Vietnamese squeeze then? Is he going to marry her, a widow with a kid? What are his folks to think? How are they going to survive on their paltry salary? Furthermore, I don’t think there’s going to be a clean break between Mr. E and his wife. Things are likely to drag on, boundaries are going to get blurry and a resolution is unlikely to be reached. Pretty much like the Israel-Palestinian situation. Assuming he marries her with a clean slate, unlikely as that is, will he lapse back into his philandering ways? It will be a vicious cycle.
Sometimes I think it’s a blessing in disguise that I am unwanted.
I don’t know if clicking "ignore this warning" option at the error screen…
Reported Attack Site
This web site at [UniShit URL] has been reported as an attack site and has been blocked based on your security preferences.
Attack sites try to install programs that steal private information, use your computer to attack others, or damage your system.
Some attack sites intentionally distribute harmful software, but many are compromised without the knowledge or permission of their owners.
…TWICE (the first gets you to the university website and the second to the LOG IN page) counts as the technical issue being “successfully resolved”. I am not going to try to log in.
I shall call them again tomorrow. They better give me a satisfactory answer.
I spoke to Mr. E just now. He and his Chinese wife had a big fight last night. When her folks brought her home, her brother told my friend to wait for the lawyer’s letter. The in-laws were naturally quite upset. The old man was absolutely livid and the old lady just cried. Mr. E’s folks tried to pacify the situation but the woman’s side weren’t interested. The whole “action”, as Mr. E put it, lasted less than five minutes.
Worried, I asked Mr. E if he needs to pay alimony in the case of a divorce. He said he’s not sure. I advised him not to let his wife know that he has another woman. My friend, Mr. B, has to pay a monthly maintenance of $800 and I do not wish that to happen to my friend. He replied that they can check his phone bills – he has been calling his Vietnamese squeeze every day. Still, he understands that this doesn’t constitute sufficient evidence to prove adultery.
It is obvious that things have been deteriorating between the couple. Although his Chinese wife has been living in Singapore for the past five years, she still doesn’t know how to take the bus. Mr. E bought her a bus guide but it didn’t do her any good. As my friend put it, she’s got a Masters degree but still know nothing. While he accuses her of being ignorant, she complains that her husband has been using hurtful remarks on her. She has a point, but so does he.
I asked Mr. E if he loves her. He doesn’t know himself, although he knows she does love him. Love cannot be one-sided and when there is no more love in a marriage it’s time to get a divorce. To complicate matters, Mr. E’s in-laws are pushing for them to reconcile, in spite of their daughter’s strange insistence not to do so. At some point in our conversation I offered him my congratulations. He was never suited for marriage. I felt happy that he finally has a chance to be free. Now I’m not so sure.
What of his Vietnamese squeeze then? Is he going to marry her, a widow with a kid? What are his folks to think? How are they going to survive on their paltry salary? Furthermore, I don’t think there’s going to be a clean break between Mr. E and his wife. Things are likely to drag on, boundaries are going to get blurry and a resolution is unlikely to be reached. Pretty much like the Israel-Palestinian situation. Assuming he marries her with a clean slate, unlikely as that is, will he lapse back into his philandering ways? It will be a vicious cycle.
Sometimes I think it’s a blessing in disguise that I am unwanted.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Oops They Did it Again!
Oh great. What is it now?
Reported Attack Site!
This web site at [UniShit URL] has been reported as an attack site and has been blocked based on your security preferences.
Attack sites try to install programs that steal private information, use your computer to attack others, or damage your system.
Some attack sites intentionally distribute harmful software, but many are compromised without the knowledge or permission of their owners.
Why is this site blocked?
According to Google,
Safe Browsing
Diagnostic page for [UniShit URL]
What is the current listing status for [UniShit URL]?
Site is listed as suspicious - visiting this web site may harm your computer.
Part of this site was listed for suspicious activity 2 time(s) over the past 90 days.
What happened when Google visited this site?
Of the 7 pages we tested on the site over the past 90 days, 3 page(s) resulted in malicious software being downloaded and installed without user consent. The last time Google visited this site was on 2009-01-27, and the last time suspicious content was found on this site was on 2009-01-27.
Malicious software includes 3 scripting exploit(s), 3 exploit(s). Successful infection resulted in an average of 0 new processes on the target machine.
Malicious software is hosted on 1 domain(s), including 710sese.cn/.
2 domain(s) appear to be functioning as intermediaries for distributing malware to visitors of this site, including 2009eeee.cn/, s581.3322.org/
This site was hosted on 1 network(s) including AS9226 (SGIX).
Has this site acted as an intermediary resulting in further distribution of malware?
Over the past 90 days, [UniShit URL] did not appear to function as an intermediary
for the infection of any sites.
Has this site hosted malware?
No, this site has not hosted malicious software over the past 90 days.
How did this happen?
In some cases, third parties can add malicious code to legitimate sites, which would cause us to show the warning message.
Next steps:
• Return to the previous page.
• If you are the owner of this web site, you can request a review of your site using Google Webmaster Tools. More information about the review process is available in Google's Webmaster Help Center.
I have been accessing the university website since a year ago and this is the first time this has happened. There has been quite a few problems within the site including: the 'hanging' of the site during online MCQ, the server being overwhelmed when project submission dates are impending, the unexplained disappearance of the Discussion Board and subsequent inaccessibility of the site itself (also a first), the system logging out halfway into course evaluation, the wrong answers in online MCQs which remain ‘uncorrectable’ (okay, that is due to human laziness rather than IT problems) and they appear to have been getting from bad to worse.
I didn’t change my security settings so this problem could not have been caused by my system. I got XH to try and he encountered the same thing. The recent problems, and the fact that this occurred during the holidays, suggest sinister forces at work. The Google Diagnostic page reports that malicious software are downloaded and installed without user’s consent, which implies the fools UniShit employs as IT support have either been sleeping or simply too incompetent to realize something’s wrong. I don’t know if my computer,, or anyone else’s has been infected as a result of logging on the university website. (I wonder if we could sue for damages if this actually happened.)
The site came down when nobody was around. Quite the impeccable timing. The hackers are free to do anything they want, at least until the infernal IT support returns to work tomorrow. I suspect it won’t make a huge difference. Notice the 'cn' extension at the end of the domains listed on the report. I don’t think UniShit outsources their IT to China. Maybe some disgruntled PRC students had enough of the stupid school and dropped by to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year.
I can’t imagine how the university’s management will react tomorrow. It’s time for UniShit’s under-qualified IT personnel to earn their pay. We have online assignments to do and the delay will cause us much inconvenience. It will be quite the shame if we are penalized for something that is not our fault. If they know what is good for them, the high-ups at UniShit better extend the deadlines for our assignments. We don’t want this little inconvenience to blow into a real storm do we?
To think that UniShit wants to have their courses based more online. The higher profits are quite lucrative, yet this episode demonstrates how laughable and ludicrous - and vulnerable – their racket is. I cannot imagine the uproar if the site collapses near the examination period and ALL the online reports, MCQs and grades are wiped out. The spectacle should be quite spectacular.
This is what you get when you have nearly everything online. This is what you get for employing cheap labor. This is what you get when you push people too far. O chaos! O wondrous chaos!
Reported Attack Site!
This web site at [UniShit URL] has been reported as an attack site and has been blocked based on your security preferences.
Attack sites try to install programs that steal private information, use your computer to attack others, or damage your system.
Some attack sites intentionally distribute harmful software, but many are compromised without the knowledge or permission of their owners.
Why is this site blocked?
According to Google,
Safe Browsing
Diagnostic page for [UniShit URL]
What is the current listing status for [UniShit URL]?
Site is listed as suspicious - visiting this web site may harm your computer.
Part of this site was listed for suspicious activity 2 time(s) over the past 90 days.
What happened when Google visited this site?
Of the 7 pages we tested on the site over the past 90 days, 3 page(s) resulted in malicious software being downloaded and installed without user consent. The last time Google visited this site was on 2009-01-27, and the last time suspicious content was found on this site was on 2009-01-27.
Malicious software includes 3 scripting exploit(s), 3 exploit(s). Successful infection resulted in an average of 0 new processes on the target machine.
Malicious software is hosted on 1 domain(s), including 710sese.cn/.
2 domain(s) appear to be functioning as intermediaries for distributing malware to visitors of this site, including 2009eeee.cn/, s581.3322.org/
This site was hosted on 1 network(s) including AS9226 (SGIX).
Has this site acted as an intermediary resulting in further distribution of malware?
Over the past 90 days, [UniShit URL] did not appear to function as an intermediary
for the infection of any sites.
Has this site hosted malware?
No, this site has not hosted malicious software over the past 90 days.
How did this happen?
In some cases, third parties can add malicious code to legitimate sites, which would cause us to show the warning message.
Next steps:
• Return to the previous page.
• If you are the owner of this web site, you can request a review of your site using Google Webmaster Tools. More information about the review process is available in Google's Webmaster Help Center.
I have been accessing the university website since a year ago and this is the first time this has happened. There has been quite a few problems within the site including: the 'hanging' of the site during online MCQ, the server being overwhelmed when project submission dates are impending, the unexplained disappearance of the Discussion Board and subsequent inaccessibility of the site itself (also a first), the system logging out halfway into course evaluation, the wrong answers in online MCQs which remain ‘uncorrectable’ (okay, that is due to human laziness rather than IT problems) and they appear to have been getting from bad to worse.
I didn’t change my security settings so this problem could not have been caused by my system. I got XH to try and he encountered the same thing. The recent problems, and the fact that this occurred during the holidays, suggest sinister forces at work. The Google Diagnostic page reports that malicious software are downloaded and installed without user’s consent, which implies the fools UniShit employs as IT support have either been sleeping or simply too incompetent to realize something’s wrong. I don’t know if my computer,, or anyone else’s has been infected as a result of logging on the university website. (I wonder if we could sue for damages if this actually happened.)
The site came down when nobody was around. Quite the impeccable timing. The hackers are free to do anything they want, at least until the infernal IT support returns to work tomorrow. I suspect it won’t make a huge difference. Notice the 'cn' extension at the end of the domains listed on the report. I don’t think UniShit outsources their IT to China. Maybe some disgruntled PRC students had enough of the stupid school and dropped by to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year.
I can’t imagine how the university’s management will react tomorrow. It’s time for UniShit’s under-qualified IT personnel to earn their pay. We have online assignments to do and the delay will cause us much inconvenience. It will be quite the shame if we are penalized for something that is not our fault. If they know what is good for them, the high-ups at UniShit better extend the deadlines for our assignments. We don’t want this little inconvenience to blow into a real storm do we?
To think that UniShit wants to have their courses based more online. The higher profits are quite lucrative, yet this episode demonstrates how laughable and ludicrous - and vulnerable – their racket is. I cannot imagine the uproar if the site collapses near the examination period and ALL the online reports, MCQs and grades are wiped out. The spectacle should be quite spectacular.
This is what you get when you have nearly everything online. This is what you get for employing cheap labor. This is what you get when you push people too far. O chaos! O wondrous chaos!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
UNIbullSHIT
To Hell with UniShit!
For my Financial Accounting module, online discussion is worth 5% of the overall marks. When I logged on my account yesterday, I COULD NOT find the Discussion Board in my university web site!
There was no way to find out if they had restored the Discussion Board because I could not even access my account . I kept getting this error message:
“Sorry that an error has occurred in the page that you request.”
I am sorry all right - sorry that I enrolled myself in this fucking university!
UniShit recommends that its students access the university web site every day to check for updates. How in Gehenna are we going to do that when the site is as reliable as milk powder from China?!
UniShit also expects us to access our personal university email on a regular basis. That means we have to log on two accounts separately just to ensure we don’t miss out anything. Why can’t they just stick to one account and direct every fucking thing there?!
According to my lecturers, the university is putting more emphasis on online learning. While the face-to-face lectures are not mandatory, we are expected to keep ourselves updated online. Some big fuck has decided that only emails of a ‘personal nature’ may be sent to the lecturer’s email accounts. Any other thing, especially pertaining to an academic nature should be posted on the Discussion Board. This is absolutely absurd! Some lecturers DO NOT even check their own email every day. (In case of an emergency we will be dead.) Obviously this racket of a university has never considered the fact that we are all PART-TIME STUDENTS and to impose such unreasonable demands on our time and patience is simply irresponsible and shameless.
If they like to do their online bullshit so much, why the fuck are we paying so much MONEY? To get an *education*?
(1.06pm – or one hour since my last attempt to log):
“Sorry that an error has occurred in the page that you request.”
TELL THAT TO YOUR MOTHER!
For my Financial Accounting module, online discussion is worth 5% of the overall marks. When I logged on my account yesterday, I COULD NOT find the Discussion Board in my university web site!
There was no way to find out if they had restored the Discussion Board because I could not even access my account . I kept getting this error message:
“Sorry that an error has occurred in the page that you request.”
I am sorry all right - sorry that I enrolled myself in this fucking university!
UniShit recommends that its students access the university web site every day to check for updates. How in Gehenna are we going to do that when the site is as reliable as milk powder from China?!
UniShit also expects us to access our personal university email on a regular basis. That means we have to log on two accounts separately just to ensure we don’t miss out anything. Why can’t they just stick to one account and direct every fucking thing there?!
According to my lecturers, the university is putting more emphasis on online learning. While the face-to-face lectures are not mandatory, we are expected to keep ourselves updated online. Some big fuck has decided that only emails of a ‘personal nature’ may be sent to the lecturer’s email accounts. Any other thing, especially pertaining to an academic nature should be posted on the Discussion Board. This is absolutely absurd! Some lecturers DO NOT even check their own email every day. (In case of an emergency we will be dead.) Obviously this racket of a university has never considered the fact that we are all PART-TIME STUDENTS and to impose such unreasonable demands on our time and patience is simply irresponsible and shameless.
If they like to do their online bullshit so much, why the fuck are we paying so much MONEY? To get an *education*?
(1.06pm – or one hour since my last attempt to log):
“Sorry that an error has occurred in the page that you request.”
TELL THAT TO YOUR MOTHER!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
More Drivel.
There must be something wrong with my university. There are at least nine seminar classes for Financial Accounting and why in Gehenna did I end up in the same lecture theater as the fucking mutt which I did my Marketing project with? When I saw the whoreson in the washroom I felt nauseous. I nearly left bile on the floor when it walked into the auditorium. I desperately hoped it would not be in my class. It came as a relief when it formed its own group – I was ready to reject this de-evoluted bastard if he accosted me. On a less than humanist note I hope he and his group perish.
I only slept at three in the morning. The online IQ test which Miao directed me to took me quite a while. The last fifteen questions taxed my overstressed brain, the glare from my computer made my eyes blurry, memories of taking examinations during my time in poly came to mind but I persevered like the Chelski under Mourinho. With fifteen minutes to go I had to switch off the radio so that I could fully concentrate. At the end of this draining exercise the site informed me that my IQ was 110. This puts me in the Average range.
I have been regarded by my poly lecturers and superiors in the military as somewhat stupid so the result came as a bit of consolation. Moreover, I have always suspected that my childhood illness had damaged my brain to a certain extent. If this test which comprised pattern recognition questions is reliable, then I should feel happy. For once, I felt normal. However, this gives rise to some interesting things. Assuming my medical ordeal actually damaged my brain, it would mean my general intelligence should have been a lot higher. I still have many questions but they are for another day.
My legs are aching. The football game I had in the morning exhausted me and left me with tired muscles. I tackled and got tackled, played box-to-box, made some challenges and tucked in a few. I was pleased with my fitness and reflexes but the mental attributes of my blokes left me rather disgusted. There were a few who didn’t want to run and defend, preferring to camp themselves up-field. I would not have been this tired had I not covered for them. Maybe I should switch to an individual sport.
My friends discussed about their lives when we had lunch after the game. They talked about the fiction among their friends and their girlfriends so I was mostly left out of their conversation. Health Centre said he’s getting married soon but there are certain problems he and his girlfriend need to sort out. This includes the exorbitant monthly down-payment of their new house and the fact that the lovely couple are hot-tempered people. Things will get worse when they have kids. In fact, I advised my friend not to get married and reproduce. (Actually I was more concerned about the possibility of loosing inferior specimens on an already overburdened society.) Sadly to say, my words fell on deaf ears.
I only slept at three in the morning. The online IQ test which Miao directed me to took me quite a while. The last fifteen questions taxed my overstressed brain, the glare from my computer made my eyes blurry, memories of taking examinations during my time in poly came to mind but I persevered like the Chelski under Mourinho. With fifteen minutes to go I had to switch off the radio so that I could fully concentrate. At the end of this draining exercise the site informed me that my IQ was 110. This puts me in the Average range.
I have been regarded by my poly lecturers and superiors in the military as somewhat stupid so the result came as a bit of consolation. Moreover, I have always suspected that my childhood illness had damaged my brain to a certain extent. If this test which comprised pattern recognition questions is reliable, then I should feel happy. For once, I felt normal. However, this gives rise to some interesting things. Assuming my medical ordeal actually damaged my brain, it would mean my general intelligence should have been a lot higher. I still have many questions but they are for another day.
My legs are aching. The football game I had in the morning exhausted me and left me with tired muscles. I tackled and got tackled, played box-to-box, made some challenges and tucked in a few. I was pleased with my fitness and reflexes but the mental attributes of my blokes left me rather disgusted. There were a few who didn’t want to run and defend, preferring to camp themselves up-field. I would not have been this tired had I not covered for them. Maybe I should switch to an individual sport.
My friends discussed about their lives when we had lunch after the game. They talked about the fiction among their friends and their girlfriends so I was mostly left out of their conversation. Health Centre said he’s getting married soon but there are certain problems he and his girlfriend need to sort out. This includes the exorbitant monthly down-payment of their new house and the fact that the lovely couple are hot-tempered people. Things will get worse when they have kids. In fact, I advised my friend not to get married and reproduce. (Actually I was more concerned about the possibility of loosing inferior specimens on an already overburdened society.) Sadly to say, my words fell on deaf ears.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Talk to the Hand!
I finally collected my university textbooks this morning. This season I have two Law modules, another two on Accounting, and one ‘enrichment module’ on Personal Financial Planning. After flipping through the pages I came to the conclusion that I will have many orgasmic experiences in the next few months.
The Law textbook is filled with legal jargon that will excite any law student with masochistic tendencies. At first impression it is almost like sales. If you can’t convince them, confuse them. There are many precedent cases of ‘Sue Your Ass Vs Cover My Ass’ which serve as ammo in any legal battle. If this does not work, legal wranglers (in this case, clueless part-time students) can combine legal jargon with powerful English and try to obfuscate one’s arguments as much as possible to confuse both judge and opposition. Do whatever you must to win. In the end the winner walks away with the cash, the losers go to hell. Business ethics is an oxymoron. My friend said I should have no problems with Law. He also confidently said that he could manage his university studies – before he dropped out. Oh joy.
Accounting may drive me to leap off a tall building. I scored a D7 for Principles of Accounts in my ‘O’ Levels and I hope history does not repeat itself. The debit and credit columns, the many accounts that link to the balance sheet, the subjectivity of whether some cost is fixed, sunk or variable – I shudder to think how I am going to cope. By the end of the season, I hope my efforts will account to a pass. Make that two.
I took up Personal Financial Planning because it has only two seminars. Thinking with Mathematics is a one shot module but I may be inspired to use the textbook when I run out of toilet paper. I really hate maths. With the worst of the economic crisis looming, I feel quite amused that I am learning Financial Planning. Stupid policies by some overpaid big shots in the banking and financial sector can leave you jobless and bereft of support, whether you have sound financial planning. The book was quite funny. There is a line in the paragraph about retiring at age 51 – 60:”Even the rocking chair can get boring eventually.”; the retirees should take up part-time work. I suppose picking up empty cans at food centres, scavenging cigarette butts and beer bottles from rubbish bins, and selling tissue papers on the streets are much more interesting than that plain old silly and boring rocking chair. Apparently, so is going to Geylang, judging by the number of senior citizens who do their 'shopping' there.
Speaking of GL, my Xtian friend, Police Car just cannot get enough whoring. Chicken and I met him a few days ago. We went to a movie but he lost interest halfway into the film. Police Car claimed he was running a slight fever, but his illness did not dissuade him from visiting a ‘fish tank’. After he had his pleasure, Police Car proclaimed that his fever was cured. I don’t know how to explain his miraculous recovery. Maybe Gawd did it.
Police Car told us that he went to a massage parlor in Orchard Towers last Friday. It was a sleazy establishment – the whore charged only $30 for a hand-job. Evidently impressed with the service provided by the aforementioned professional, Police Car tipped her an additional $20. She was so happy she asked him to be her boyfriend. (Chicken and I rolled our eyes in disbelief. Both of us thought ‘carrot-head’.)
Since that Saturday night when he had his first whore, Police Car has gone whoring four times in three weeks. Although Chicken and I believe he is better off spending his money on whores instead of giving it to his overfed pastor, we feel Police Car has succumbed to yet another vice. His prior investments in the EPL and Spanish league have enriched his bookmakers while reducing the size of his treasury. His tithe to the church and his new hobby will compound his financial woes. He is lucky that he is currently wasting taxpayers’ money (WTM) in the military and getting well compensated for his lack of effort. Were he a civilian, he would be eating grass in no time. Personal Financial Planning for Police Car then! I jest.
Anyway, where whoring is concerned, there are no limits to the hypocrisy the religious deploy in order to assuage their conscience. Police Car justifies his whoring by some very agile ethical gymnastics. On one hand he expresses sympathy for the whores who spread their legs to strange men for a living. On the other, he argues that this moral outrage is alleviated by the amount of money these whores will earn at the end of a few years of prostitution. They know what they are doing. They have families back home to feed (that ennobles their sacrifices) and they will end up rich when they return home (prostitution is now a very profitable career). Nobody will know that they have been whores. The girls will find some guy to settle down with, start a small business and live happily ever after. (Why isn’t my paper mill of a university coming up with a Bsc in Prostitution?) Still, he pities the girls because he is apparently a compassionate Xtian. (So why is he exploiting them and then complaining that so-and-so girl was bad because she didn’t allow him to kiss her?)
I have been writing left-handed for the past few days. While going down a trail on my bicycle, the chain skipped and my bike bounced precariously. I tried to slow my descent by pressing the brake but the slope was terribly steep and undulated by rocks, furrows and small crevices. My bike skidded sideways and I went with it. I was thrown off and I instinctively broke my fall with my right palm. It was bleeding like hell. Chicken returned and bandaged my hand with my handkerchief and he guided me to the village. On our way there I rode into a muddy ditch when I failed to negotiate a bend. I escaped unscathed.
At the NEA office Chicken applied alcohol to my wounds. It hurt abominably. One officer said I was lucky. Over the years, people have either died or ended up in hospital. His friend cracked dirty jokes with me. I looked at him and knew he was a staunch patron of GL. He must have a wonderful time doing his WTM job, which mainly comprises ogling sweet young things and taking smoking breaks.
(If you do not wish to look at my palm, you can just stop at the cat. I met this darling at a Chinese shrine last week.)
How sweet...
Last warning. Please, before you lose your dinner.
Included for the sake of completeness.
The Law textbook is filled with legal jargon that will excite any law student with masochistic tendencies. At first impression it is almost like sales. If you can’t convince them, confuse them. There are many precedent cases of ‘Sue Your Ass Vs Cover My Ass’ which serve as ammo in any legal battle. If this does not work, legal wranglers (in this case, clueless part-time students) can combine legal jargon with powerful English and try to obfuscate one’s arguments as much as possible to confuse both judge and opposition. Do whatever you must to win. In the end the winner walks away with the cash, the losers go to hell. Business ethics is an oxymoron. My friend said I should have no problems with Law. He also confidently said that he could manage his university studies – before he dropped out. Oh joy.
Accounting may drive me to leap off a tall building. I scored a D7 for Principles of Accounts in my ‘O’ Levels and I hope history does not repeat itself. The debit and credit columns, the many accounts that link to the balance sheet, the subjectivity of whether some cost is fixed, sunk or variable – I shudder to think how I am going to cope. By the end of the season, I hope my efforts will account to a pass. Make that two.
I took up Personal Financial Planning because it has only two seminars. Thinking with Mathematics is a one shot module but I may be inspired to use the textbook when I run out of toilet paper. I really hate maths. With the worst of the economic crisis looming, I feel quite amused that I am learning Financial Planning. Stupid policies by some overpaid big shots in the banking and financial sector can leave you jobless and bereft of support, whether you have sound financial planning. The book was quite funny. There is a line in the paragraph about retiring at age 51 – 60:”Even the rocking chair can get boring eventually.”; the retirees should take up part-time work. I suppose picking up empty cans at food centres, scavenging cigarette butts and beer bottles from rubbish bins, and selling tissue papers on the streets are much more interesting than that plain old silly and boring rocking chair. Apparently, so is going to Geylang, judging by the number of senior citizens who do their 'shopping' there.
Speaking of GL, my Xtian friend, Police Car just cannot get enough whoring. Chicken and I met him a few days ago. We went to a movie but he lost interest halfway into the film. Police Car claimed he was running a slight fever, but his illness did not dissuade him from visiting a ‘fish tank’. After he had his pleasure, Police Car proclaimed that his fever was cured. I don’t know how to explain his miraculous recovery. Maybe Gawd did it.
Police Car told us that he went to a massage parlor in Orchard Towers last Friday. It was a sleazy establishment – the whore charged only $30 for a hand-job. Evidently impressed with the service provided by the aforementioned professional, Police Car tipped her an additional $20. She was so happy she asked him to be her boyfriend. (Chicken and I rolled our eyes in disbelief. Both of us thought ‘carrot-head’.)
Since that Saturday night when he had his first whore, Police Car has gone whoring four times in three weeks. Although Chicken and I believe he is better off spending his money on whores instead of giving it to his overfed pastor, we feel Police Car has succumbed to yet another vice. His prior investments in the EPL and Spanish league have enriched his bookmakers while reducing the size of his treasury. His tithe to the church and his new hobby will compound his financial woes. He is lucky that he is currently wasting taxpayers’ money (WTM) in the military and getting well compensated for his lack of effort. Were he a civilian, he would be eating grass in no time. Personal Financial Planning for Police Car then! I jest.
Anyway, where whoring is concerned, there are no limits to the hypocrisy the religious deploy in order to assuage their conscience. Police Car justifies his whoring by some very agile ethical gymnastics. On one hand he expresses sympathy for the whores who spread their legs to strange men for a living. On the other, he argues that this moral outrage is alleviated by the amount of money these whores will earn at the end of a few years of prostitution. They know what they are doing. They have families back home to feed (that ennobles their sacrifices) and they will end up rich when they return home (prostitution is now a very profitable career). Nobody will know that they have been whores. The girls will find some guy to settle down with, start a small business and live happily ever after. (Why isn’t my paper mill of a university coming up with a Bsc in Prostitution?) Still, he pities the girls because he is apparently a compassionate Xtian. (So why is he exploiting them and then complaining that so-and-so girl was bad because she didn’t allow him to kiss her?)
I have been writing left-handed for the past few days. While going down a trail on my bicycle, the chain skipped and my bike bounced precariously. I tried to slow my descent by pressing the brake but the slope was terribly steep and undulated by rocks, furrows and small crevices. My bike skidded sideways and I went with it. I was thrown off and I instinctively broke my fall with my right palm. It was bleeding like hell. Chicken returned and bandaged my hand with my handkerchief and he guided me to the village. On our way there I rode into a muddy ditch when I failed to negotiate a bend. I escaped unscathed.
At the NEA office Chicken applied alcohol to my wounds. It hurt abominably. One officer said I was lucky. Over the years, people have either died or ended up in hospital. His friend cracked dirty jokes with me. I looked at him and knew he was a staunch patron of GL. He must have a wonderful time doing his WTM job, which mainly comprises ogling sweet young things and taking smoking breaks.
(If you do not wish to look at my palm, you can just stop at the cat. I met this darling at a Chinese shrine last week.)
How sweet...Last warning. Please, before you lose your dinner.
Included for the sake of completeness.Friday, December 12, 2008
End of Season
Amazing. Somehow I managed to pull off yet another escape act.
I am absolutely delighted with the results. They are a shade poorer than last season's but being devoid of talent, I have no right to complain. It's been a long and exhausting season and to survive relegation was incredible. There were some very trying times. Working with a pair of imbeciles for my Marketing group assignment nearly did me in. The Project Management racket rocked my resolve. There were times I wanted to pack it in. I felt I didn't have the rub of the green. My season could have ended before the half-way point. I didn't know what I was doing and most of the time my approach play was negative and horribly unimaginative. I was running on my last legs and only stubborn pluck kept me in it.
I have been contemplating my future lately but it seems I'll be hanging around for the next season. With the resources I have it's going to get increasingly difficult. I hope to find a benefactor. However, given the turbulent economy and my limited qualities, that looks an unlikely situation. I'll just have to take one game at a time. The games will come in thick and fast and my paper thin resources will be stretched even further. I'll be struggling to even keep my head above water. Going for honours is an impossible prospect. Surviving the drop will remain the top priority. When you are as mediocre as I am and everybody is above you, you have to ride on luck and take points wherever you can.
I still don't know what I want. I don't know if staying on is the right choice. I am staying because I stayed up this season. To quit now would mean a loss of a year of hard work and hard-earned dough. I am not even sure if I have the aptitude to do well in business. I think I'm doing it because I need a degree to get myself out of this fucking cuntry. Escalation of commitment may yet be the death of me, but will desperation prove my salvation?
I am absolutely delighted with the results. They are a shade poorer than last season's but being devoid of talent, I have no right to complain. It's been a long and exhausting season and to survive relegation was incredible. There were some very trying times. Working with a pair of imbeciles for my Marketing group assignment nearly did me in. The Project Management racket rocked my resolve. There were times I wanted to pack it in. I felt I didn't have the rub of the green. My season could have ended before the half-way point. I didn't know what I was doing and most of the time my approach play was negative and horribly unimaginative. I was running on my last legs and only stubborn pluck kept me in it.
I have been contemplating my future lately but it seems I'll be hanging around for the next season. With the resources I have it's going to get increasingly difficult. I hope to find a benefactor. However, given the turbulent economy and my limited qualities, that looks an unlikely situation. I'll just have to take one game at a time. The games will come in thick and fast and my paper thin resources will be stretched even further. I'll be struggling to even keep my head above water. Going for honours is an impossible prospect. Surviving the drop will remain the top priority. When you are as mediocre as I am and everybody is above you, you have to ride on luck and take points wherever you can.
I still don't know what I want. I don't know if staying on is the right choice. I am staying because I stayed up this season. To quit now would mean a loss of a year of hard work and hard-earned dough. I am not even sure if I have the aptitude to do well in business. I think I'm doing it because I need a degree to get myself out of this fucking cuntry. Escalation of commitment may yet be the death of me, but will desperation prove my salvation?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My Struggle - Day7 and 8 & Why UniShit sucks
Day 7:
two loaves of bread with butter and jam + a mug of coffee (breakfast)
homemade dishes + fruit (lunch)
a bowl of duck noodles
homemade dishes + fruit (dinner)
a packet of prawn crackers
a scoop of ice cream
a packet of chocolate milk
500 ml of plain water
35 press-ups
Martial arts practice
Day 8:
2 eggs + a mug of coffee (breakfast)
a bowl of laksa + fruit (lunch)
a scoop of ice cream
a bowl of chendol
homemade dishes + fruit (dinner)
a packet of hon fan
500 ml of plain water
I felt quite nauseated when I looked at the job sites today. My lousy diploma in Mechatronics from Singapore Polytechnic has screwed me up badly, and continues to do so. It is simply not relevant; a piece of junk that delivers only disappointment.
This reminds me of life in my shithouse of a university.
(Xianghong, my bro, I hope you read this. You can still back out.)
Why UniShit is UniShit.
Laughable entry requirements
Any joker with a recognized diploma, two years of work experience and sufficient dough can enrol himself in a course. There are neither minimum academic standards to meet, nor applicants required to pass entry requirement tests. As a result, each intake comprises mostly of people whose sole idea of academic pursuit is a better paying job but disregards other benefits of higher learning.
Indeed, the mediocre are legion. During my short time in this education travesty I have been consistently left befuddled and frustrated by the balderdash I had to proofread in my group reports. Everybody makes grammatical errors. I am not implying that my English is impeccable – it can be abysmal at times. However, there is a clear difference between the odd grammar mistake here and there, and entire paragraphs that absolutely make no sense.
To call my editing efforts a suicidal experience would not be far off the mark. I am only in my first year, and already I had corrected writings from teachers, argued with a fucking imbecile on how to interpret an assignment question (I was right and he turned around and claimed I was wrong all the while.) and wasted countless hours trying to correct things that practically defy any such attempt.
This is what you get when you just take in any Tom, Dick and Harry. The university should implement a proper selection scheme. Applicants for “soft-science” courses should be made to sit through an English test and only those who passed deemed eligible. Likewise, for hard sciences like IT and engineering – applicants must pass basic math and science. What is the point of churning out en masse graduates who lack even basic writing skills? Or worse, graduates who have zero aptitude for their chosen pursuits?
If even private universities have “bridging” courses for new students, I don’t see why UniShit could fail to establish a proper selection process. While education is primarily business these days, there is a difference between a business and a racket.
Pretty my ass!
If you like to ogle sweet young things, UniShit is not for you. Go to SMU.
Tiny compound
UniShit has tens of thousands of students, and its premises are about as big as the EC Department in the Singapore Polytechnic. What else to do, but rent classrooms from the polytechnic next to it. Pathetic.
Come examination period, you can hardly find a seat in the lavishly renovated and one-story university library. The table and benches around the premises are either occupied by people who pretend to study, or couples who are too cheapskate to pay for a hotel room.
For those who are keen on “having a healthy lifestyle” in spite of being overworked, take note that there are no fields, courts, and gyms in the premises. Masochists may happily torture themselves at the nearby venues: NUS school track, Clementi Stadium, and Clementi Sports Complex.
Course notes
The imbeciles who are writing the seminar notes and case studies ought to be sacked. This is a university, not bloody nursery school. You can’t have glaring errors in the handouts you expect your students to print themselves. Poor grammar, wrong mathematical values, ambiguous wordings, unclear instructions – if only I had a penny for each mistake they made.
Even the online quizzes are not exempt from criticism. A few questions are simply wrong, or have wrong answers. The problematic question I had for my Qualitative Methods last season still remain uncorrected, as I found out when a friend asked me for help as she tackled her quiz. I guess these lazy bastards UniShit employs just can’t be bothered.
Stop being so cheapo Unishit! You are rolling in dough from your racket! Pay some money for an editor! If you are even too cheapskate for that, at least ask your course chairs to fucking look through the bullshit you give your students.
And we have to print our notes. And the papers and ink cartridges cost money. Not to mention fucking troublesome.
Shame on you UniShit! Shame! Shame! Shame!
High attrition rate
According to a staff, the attrition rate for my Business course is 40%. 40%! I thought poly was bad. I don’t think SMU, NTU and NUS boast such impressive figures. What is this?! The fucking Normandy landing?!
The girl whom I did my Stats project with last season dropped out. A month ago, my friend who was in the same course as I, threw in the towel as well. I may not see the start of next season. Little wonder. Shithouse university, shithouse chances.
No higher studies
Forget about getting your Masters or doctorate at this university. They have none to offer. Of course, if enough people are willing to pay good money…Or maybe they do now. There’s a sucker born everyday.
Food (Slop)
The food court offers slop at affordable prices. Slightly better slop can be purchased at a higher price at the cafes. In the end, it’s still slop.
Modules
To complete a basic degree, you have to pass 24 modules and 3 “enrichment’ modules. This translates roughly to: 24 online multiple choice quizzes, 24 group assignments, 14 -18 examinations and 6 – 10 individual projects. The ‘enrichment’ modules vary in workload, but are less draining. You can max it within three years, or space this torture within a maximum length of eight years.
Each module is to be completed in six weeks. Imagine learning Statistics and Economics in six weeks – oh the challenge! Think that is fun? Nay! For your individual project, expect to produce a written academic report (usually 4,000 words or 12 pages long), a 15-20 PowerPoint slides, and a video presentation five to ten minutes in duration. According to my Stats lecturer, we are the first university he had seen, that requires its students to do video presentations. Moreover, not only do we have to submit our written report on the university website, we also need to burn our written report (in doc. format only), PowerPoint slides and video clip in a CD and submit the damn thing to the Unishit office! And we have about slightly more than a week to do so after the end of the last lecture. Mission excruciating.
Come on UniShit! Wake up your fucking ideas will you?! We are not the Toastmasters Club! Many of us cannot even articulate ourselves without resorting to Singlish and if you buggers think the video presentations will be good practice for us, you are sadly mistaken. If you want your students to do this kind of thing, at least make them go for ‘presentation’ courses first! We may be all working adults, but only a few of us have to do presentations as part of our work. What in the Eighteen Hells induced you to think that we can suddenly ‘magick’ something up? And to demand that we DO NOT refer to any slides or notes during our performance is simply ridiculous.
What you are doing is painfully obvious! GIVE UP! STOP imitating SMU! UniShit can never be as good as SMU when it comes to producing students who can present themselves. Both are overhyped and overmarketed but this is where the similarities end. They are a prestigious university with an American teaching style, whereas UniShit is an upstart that cannot even get their seminar notes right. It’s like comparing a 1980s Hyundai to a Ferrari. No prizes for guessing who the imploding vehicle is
Back to the watered down modules. How much can you possibly learn about a difficult subject like International Economics in six fucking weeks? Add to this difficulty is that you are just a part-time student. It hardly makes for conducive learning when you have to turn up for class after a hard day at work and missing dinner so that you can make the 7pm timing. How much can you absorb in three hours? Make that eighteen hours in six weeks, and I have not even subtracted the toilet and refreshment breaks from this total.
With courses already abridged as they are, how much can a student, even a studious one absorb? Not very much certainly. Emphasis is placed not so much on learning as much as fulfilling certain requirements and passing examinations. Is this what real education is all about? I suppose who the fuck cares, so long this fucking cuntry gets its share of graduates to compete on the globalization front (who the fuck believes this shit anyway?). This is what this university is all about: a paper mill. Pay, suffer and get degree, critical thinking sold separately. 24 modules! Why not up the fun and double it to 48?! More revenue surely.
The group assignments they give us actually add to our burden instead of allowing us to better our understanding. How so?
First, the group forming. You often have to form groups with strangers and work on an assignment worth 30% of the overall marks with them. You may end up with hardworking and intelligent people if you are lucky, but don’t count on it. There are too many parasites around who don’t want to do the work, have stinking attitudes or are just plain stupid.
Second, being a part timer, you will never have enough time. Imagine you have your online quiz to clear, the baby’s crying, the boss calls you up to stress you with more demands and questions, your wife complains you don’t have time for her anymore and hints she will find some prick who can afford some much needed time and affection, you are struggling with the stupid case study, a couple of your group mates have gone AWOL and the deadline is near. You are sick and tired and you have to attend to some shit that coops up…
40% attrition rate ladies and gentlemen! 40%!
Third, it’s so too tempting to ahem…refer to some kind soul’s paper. There exists an informal network that ‘facilitates the exchange of ideas’. All you need is to find the right sources and ask. Ask and it will be given. Just remember to paraphrase so that the stupid plagiarism software doesn’t put you in the red zone. We have been warned time and again about plagiarism, but as long as you are not overt and they turn a blind eye, it’s must be regarded as a viable option. I would even say it’s almost a moral necessity when the deadline is 24 hours later and you haven’t even touched the damn shit.
It’s not that most students are crooks. Unfortunately, unreasonable constraints and circumstances make people do the things they do. It’s regrettable, but a fact of life nevertheless. (The course mate and friend I mentioned earlier knew nothing about International Economics, but he plagiarized and got an A for his enterprise. To the Abyss with morals and ethics!)
Why not replace the group assignments with individual tutorials that are marked each week? Less plagiarism and puts the parasites out for good. Less stressful yet fulfils basic learning objectives.
The examinations. Unlike our contemporaries in other universities, we do not enjoy the luxury of an ‘examination break’. Remember, we have to work and have other commitments to tend to. If it had not been for the revision lectures (read: hints fests), many would have been dead and buried.
As mentioned, we have to do three “enrichment courses”. The one that teaches you how to do academic writing is compulsory while you get to choose what you want for the other two. The first one is an abject failure for reasons previously stated while the other two can either be actually useful, or just time-wasting. I’ll not go into detail here, but this is just one of the ways UniShit conspires to add value to its marketability while at the same time earning additional revenue.
Accreditation
Unlike other private universities, UniShit only offers degrees that are recognized locally. If you are thinking of using that piece of paper as a stepping stone for migration/emigration, hard luck pal.
Other universities
There has got to be an easier way to earn a degree. SMU, NTU and NUS offer much better degrees. The presentation skills that you will acquire at the first institute will benefit you for life (and did I mention it has better looking broads?) True, it may not offer part-time courses, but if you must, borrow money from the bank. If you can get in and emerge with a degree, you will be able to pay off the damn loan in no time. Employers are always on the look out for articulate and confident people. That piece of paper is already a selling point in itself.
As for the other two, their certifications are internationally recognized, and they make the top 100 list for universities worldwide every year. Best thing is that since they are owned by the regime, you can pay your school fees via CPF. Their degrees are automatically recognizable locally so you needn’t worry about credibility issues.
UniShit is also a ‘recognizable’ institute. However, compared to the three ‘official’ institutes, it is not only a poor cousin, but one that is basically living on scraps and about to be dumped out to the streets for the curs. I don’t feel at all confident going to a job interview with a UniShit degree when I see besides me candidates from SMU, NTU and NUS. It’s like pitting a .38 revolver against an AK-47.
Although the course fees of other private universities are not subsidized by the regime, they offer their own advantages. Why suffer three years (or longer, if you are relegated) when you can get a degree in two years or even a year and a half? Why endure the stupid group projects and the uniquely stupid video presentations and PowerPoint slides when you have little time to begin with? Why not just turn up for classes, study at your own pace, and take the examinations? Why bother to endure the bloody traffic congestion to get to UniShit when your school is in the city area and therefore easily accessible?
Sure, the degree may not be as ‘credible’ as the mainstream ones in this cuntry, but what if you are overseas? Not all local employers look at the university an applicant hailed from. Sometimes it’s just how you present yourself during the job interview, or if the bloke likes your face or not. Maybe you have to ask for a lower salary, but hey, a couple of hundred dollars less is not as tragic as compared to the amount of suffering you went through, the time wasted at Unishit doing tons of fucking projects, and all you show for all your efforts is relegation (extra time and money wasted) and a 001 added to the attrition total because after two years you decided that “I have enough of this shit”.
The point I made regarding the job interviews and credibility issues may seem contradictory. Look at it this way. Your reward should be equal to the effort you put in. If all I have to show for, after three years or more of torture, is a degree that barely ranks above the non-mainstream ones, why should I take the damn course?!
Traffic congestion
Imagine you are late for class, and the fucking traffic just won’t move! You can be assured this will happen during evening time. That is, provided you managed to get on the over packed bus in the first place. You are exhausted from work, pressed on all sides by equally tired-looking people, and trying to keep your balance with the start stop start stop of the bus as it edges itself forward in traffic. Try to endure this for 20 – 30 minutes. If it rains, double the duration.
Breathing can be a challenge when over 50 people are using up oxygen in a single-decked bus, and nigh impossible when some idiot smells like a skunk in heat. To breathe or not to breathe – that is the question. At any rate, it just doesn’t put you in a good mood for higher learning. If you don’t asphyxiate first.
If you are fortunate or rich enough to drive, good for you. Just put the music on and be patient. Gloat at the losers suffering on the buses. Whatever.
SMU and other private universities are in the city area. If the roads are congested, take the train. The trains may be packed, but you will almost never be late. Can’t say the same for UniShit.
Left outside alone
Most of the teaching staff teach on a part-time/contract/assignment basis. They do not have their own offices in UniShit. Unlike our peers in NTU and NUS, we can’t go to our professor’s office and ‘ka-ciao’ him or her every time we have a problem. The best we can do is to send an email to our lecturers and hope they quickly respond, or call them directly and convey our problems over the phone, and then try to understand the explanations – no easy feat.
In short, we are mostly left to our own devices. If we sink, too bad. It’s nobody’s problem but our own. At the end of the day, UniShit still collects money from us.
You just can’t play by the rules anymore. I suggest this: When in doubt, collude. When utterly lost, plagiarize. If you are an educator who is reading this and feels offended, it’s your problem. Just don’t make it mine.
Online communication
When project deadlines are impending, watch out! The system may crash from the sudden overflow of data. Why they would place the deadlines of so many courses into such a narrow time frame is anybody’s guess. They had already extended the project cut-off date once this year due to system malfunction. The trend looks set to continue.
Every announcement, addition of notes and course materials, and submission of assignments is done online. While this is a necessary evil given the nature of the coursework, surely they can send us a notification to our personal emails to tell us which modules are affected? We don’t have time to search through the whole Blackboard site!
At the end of each season, we are required to do online assessments for the courses we have taken before we are allowed to choose our courses for the next season. It would help to alleviate this inconvenience if the fucking system doesn’t hang or lock us out, as it did for me. Unlike the full-timers, we pathetic part-timers don’t have time for this rubbish. Or would UniShit prefer that we forward an email stating our complaints to the top management instead? Bloody hell.
If I strike the first prize in the state lottery this weekend, UniShit can kiss my ass. Goodbye shit, hello SMU/[insert foreign university].
two loaves of bread with butter and jam + a mug of coffee (breakfast)
homemade dishes + fruit (lunch)
a bowl of duck noodles
homemade dishes + fruit (dinner)
a packet of prawn crackers
a scoop of ice cream
a packet of chocolate milk
500 ml of plain water
35 press-ups
Martial arts practice
Day 8:
2 eggs + a mug of coffee (breakfast)
a bowl of laksa + fruit (lunch)
a scoop of ice cream
a bowl of chendol
homemade dishes + fruit (dinner)
a packet of hon fan
500 ml of plain water
I felt quite nauseated when I looked at the job sites today. My lousy diploma in Mechatronics from Singapore Polytechnic has screwed me up badly, and continues to do so. It is simply not relevant; a piece of junk that delivers only disappointment.
This reminds me of life in my shithouse of a university.
(Xianghong, my bro, I hope you read this. You can still back out.)
Why UniShit is UniShit.
Laughable entry requirements
Any joker with a recognized diploma, two years of work experience and sufficient dough can enrol himself in a course. There are neither minimum academic standards to meet, nor applicants required to pass entry requirement tests. As a result, each intake comprises mostly of people whose sole idea of academic pursuit is a better paying job but disregards other benefits of higher learning.
Indeed, the mediocre are legion. During my short time in this education travesty I have been consistently left befuddled and frustrated by the balderdash I had to proofread in my group reports. Everybody makes grammatical errors. I am not implying that my English is impeccable – it can be abysmal at times. However, there is a clear difference between the odd grammar mistake here and there, and entire paragraphs that absolutely make no sense.
To call my editing efforts a suicidal experience would not be far off the mark. I am only in my first year, and already I had corrected writings from teachers, argued with a fucking imbecile on how to interpret an assignment question (I was right and he turned around and claimed I was wrong all the while.) and wasted countless hours trying to correct things that practically defy any such attempt.
This is what you get when you just take in any Tom, Dick and Harry. The university should implement a proper selection scheme. Applicants for “soft-science” courses should be made to sit through an English test and only those who passed deemed eligible. Likewise, for hard sciences like IT and engineering – applicants must pass basic math and science. What is the point of churning out en masse graduates who lack even basic writing skills? Or worse, graduates who have zero aptitude for their chosen pursuits?
If even private universities have “bridging” courses for new students, I don’t see why UniShit could fail to establish a proper selection process. While education is primarily business these days, there is a difference between a business and a racket.
Pretty my ass!
If you like to ogle sweet young things, UniShit is not for you. Go to SMU.
Tiny compound
UniShit has tens of thousands of students, and its premises are about as big as the EC Department in the Singapore Polytechnic. What else to do, but rent classrooms from the polytechnic next to it. Pathetic.
Come examination period, you can hardly find a seat in the lavishly renovated and one-story university library. The table and benches around the premises are either occupied by people who pretend to study, or couples who are too cheapskate to pay for a hotel room.
For those who are keen on “having a healthy lifestyle” in spite of being overworked, take note that there are no fields, courts, and gyms in the premises. Masochists may happily torture themselves at the nearby venues: NUS school track, Clementi Stadium, and Clementi Sports Complex.
Course notes
The imbeciles who are writing the seminar notes and case studies ought to be sacked. This is a university, not bloody nursery school. You can’t have glaring errors in the handouts you expect your students to print themselves. Poor grammar, wrong mathematical values, ambiguous wordings, unclear instructions – if only I had a penny for each mistake they made.
Even the online quizzes are not exempt from criticism. A few questions are simply wrong, or have wrong answers. The problematic question I had for my Qualitative Methods last season still remain uncorrected, as I found out when a friend asked me for help as she tackled her quiz. I guess these lazy bastards UniShit employs just can’t be bothered.
Stop being so cheapo Unishit! You are rolling in dough from your racket! Pay some money for an editor! If you are even too cheapskate for that, at least ask your course chairs to fucking look through the bullshit you give your students.
And we have to print our notes. And the papers and ink cartridges cost money. Not to mention fucking troublesome.
Shame on you UniShit! Shame! Shame! Shame!
High attrition rate
According to a staff, the attrition rate for my Business course is 40%. 40%! I thought poly was bad. I don’t think SMU, NTU and NUS boast such impressive figures. What is this?! The fucking Normandy landing?!
The girl whom I did my Stats project with last season dropped out. A month ago, my friend who was in the same course as I, threw in the towel as well. I may not see the start of next season. Little wonder. Shithouse university, shithouse chances.
No higher studies
Forget about getting your Masters or doctorate at this university. They have none to offer. Of course, if enough people are willing to pay good money…Or maybe they do now. There’s a sucker born everyday.
Food (Slop)
The food court offers slop at affordable prices. Slightly better slop can be purchased at a higher price at the cafes. In the end, it’s still slop.
Modules
To complete a basic degree, you have to pass 24 modules and 3 “enrichment’ modules. This translates roughly to: 24 online multiple choice quizzes, 24 group assignments, 14 -18 examinations and 6 – 10 individual projects. The ‘enrichment’ modules vary in workload, but are less draining. You can max it within three years, or space this torture within a maximum length of eight years.
Each module is to be completed in six weeks. Imagine learning Statistics and Economics in six weeks – oh the challenge! Think that is fun? Nay! For your individual project, expect to produce a written academic report (usually 4,000 words or 12 pages long), a 15-20 PowerPoint slides, and a video presentation five to ten minutes in duration. According to my Stats lecturer, we are the first university he had seen, that requires its students to do video presentations. Moreover, not only do we have to submit our written report on the university website, we also need to burn our written report (in doc. format only), PowerPoint slides and video clip in a CD and submit the damn thing to the Unishit office! And we have about slightly more than a week to do so after the end of the last lecture. Mission excruciating.
Come on UniShit! Wake up your fucking ideas will you?! We are not the Toastmasters Club! Many of us cannot even articulate ourselves without resorting to Singlish and if you buggers think the video presentations will be good practice for us, you are sadly mistaken. If you want your students to do this kind of thing, at least make them go for ‘presentation’ courses first! We may be all working adults, but only a few of us have to do presentations as part of our work. What in the Eighteen Hells induced you to think that we can suddenly ‘magick’ something up? And to demand that we DO NOT refer to any slides or notes during our performance is simply ridiculous.
What you are doing is painfully obvious! GIVE UP! STOP imitating SMU! UniShit can never be as good as SMU when it comes to producing students who can present themselves. Both are overhyped and overmarketed but this is where the similarities end. They are a prestigious university with an American teaching style, whereas UniShit is an upstart that cannot even get their seminar notes right. It’s like comparing a 1980s Hyundai to a Ferrari. No prizes for guessing who the imploding vehicle is
Back to the watered down modules. How much can you possibly learn about a difficult subject like International Economics in six fucking weeks? Add to this difficulty is that you are just a part-time student. It hardly makes for conducive learning when you have to turn up for class after a hard day at work and missing dinner so that you can make the 7pm timing. How much can you absorb in three hours? Make that eighteen hours in six weeks, and I have not even subtracted the toilet and refreshment breaks from this total.
With courses already abridged as they are, how much can a student, even a studious one absorb? Not very much certainly. Emphasis is placed not so much on learning as much as fulfilling certain requirements and passing examinations. Is this what real education is all about? I suppose who the fuck cares, so long this fucking cuntry gets its share of graduates to compete on the globalization front (who the fuck believes this shit anyway?). This is what this university is all about: a paper mill. Pay, suffer and get degree, critical thinking sold separately. 24 modules! Why not up the fun and double it to 48?! More revenue surely.
The group assignments they give us actually add to our burden instead of allowing us to better our understanding. How so?
First, the group forming. You often have to form groups with strangers and work on an assignment worth 30% of the overall marks with them. You may end up with hardworking and intelligent people if you are lucky, but don’t count on it. There are too many parasites around who don’t want to do the work, have stinking attitudes or are just plain stupid.
Second, being a part timer, you will never have enough time. Imagine you have your online quiz to clear, the baby’s crying, the boss calls you up to stress you with more demands and questions, your wife complains you don’t have time for her anymore and hints she will find some prick who can afford some much needed time and affection, you are struggling with the stupid case study, a couple of your group mates have gone AWOL and the deadline is near. You are sick and tired and you have to attend to some shit that coops up…
40% attrition rate ladies and gentlemen! 40%!
Third, it’s so too tempting to ahem…refer to some kind soul’s paper. There exists an informal network that ‘facilitates the exchange of ideas’. All you need is to find the right sources and ask. Ask and it will be given. Just remember to paraphrase so that the stupid plagiarism software doesn’t put you in the red zone. We have been warned time and again about plagiarism, but as long as you are not overt and they turn a blind eye, it’s must be regarded as a viable option. I would even say it’s almost a moral necessity when the deadline is 24 hours later and you haven’t even touched the damn shit.
It’s not that most students are crooks. Unfortunately, unreasonable constraints and circumstances make people do the things they do. It’s regrettable, but a fact of life nevertheless. (The course mate and friend I mentioned earlier knew nothing about International Economics, but he plagiarized and got an A for his enterprise. To the Abyss with morals and ethics!)
Why not replace the group assignments with individual tutorials that are marked each week? Less plagiarism and puts the parasites out for good. Less stressful yet fulfils basic learning objectives.
The examinations. Unlike our contemporaries in other universities, we do not enjoy the luxury of an ‘examination break’. Remember, we have to work and have other commitments to tend to. If it had not been for the revision lectures (read: hints fests), many would have been dead and buried.
As mentioned, we have to do three “enrichment courses”. The one that teaches you how to do academic writing is compulsory while you get to choose what you want for the other two. The first one is an abject failure for reasons previously stated while the other two can either be actually useful, or just time-wasting. I’ll not go into detail here, but this is just one of the ways UniShit conspires to add value to its marketability while at the same time earning additional revenue.
Accreditation
Unlike other private universities, UniShit only offers degrees that are recognized locally. If you are thinking of using that piece of paper as a stepping stone for migration/emigration, hard luck pal.
Other universities
There has got to be an easier way to earn a degree. SMU, NTU and NUS offer much better degrees. The presentation skills that you will acquire at the first institute will benefit you for life (and did I mention it has better looking broads?) True, it may not offer part-time courses, but if you must, borrow money from the bank. If you can get in and emerge with a degree, you will be able to pay off the damn loan in no time. Employers are always on the look out for articulate and confident people. That piece of paper is already a selling point in itself.
As for the other two, their certifications are internationally recognized, and they make the top 100 list for universities worldwide every year. Best thing is that since they are owned by the regime, you can pay your school fees via CPF. Their degrees are automatically recognizable locally so you needn’t worry about credibility issues.
UniShit is also a ‘recognizable’ institute. However, compared to the three ‘official’ institutes, it is not only a poor cousin, but one that is basically living on scraps and about to be dumped out to the streets for the curs. I don’t feel at all confident going to a job interview with a UniShit degree when I see besides me candidates from SMU, NTU and NUS. It’s like pitting a .38 revolver against an AK-47.
Although the course fees of other private universities are not subsidized by the regime, they offer their own advantages. Why suffer three years (or longer, if you are relegated) when you can get a degree in two years or even a year and a half? Why endure the stupid group projects and the uniquely stupid video presentations and PowerPoint slides when you have little time to begin with? Why not just turn up for classes, study at your own pace, and take the examinations? Why bother to endure the bloody traffic congestion to get to UniShit when your school is in the city area and therefore easily accessible?
Sure, the degree may not be as ‘credible’ as the mainstream ones in this cuntry, but what if you are overseas? Not all local employers look at the university an applicant hailed from. Sometimes it’s just how you present yourself during the job interview, or if the bloke likes your face or not. Maybe you have to ask for a lower salary, but hey, a couple of hundred dollars less is not as tragic as compared to the amount of suffering you went through, the time wasted at Unishit doing tons of fucking projects, and all you show for all your efforts is relegation (extra time and money wasted) and a 001 added to the attrition total because after two years you decided that “I have enough of this shit”.
The point I made regarding the job interviews and credibility issues may seem contradictory. Look at it this way. Your reward should be equal to the effort you put in. If all I have to show for, after three years or more of torture, is a degree that barely ranks above the non-mainstream ones, why should I take the damn course?!
Traffic congestion
Imagine you are late for class, and the fucking traffic just won’t move! You can be assured this will happen during evening time. That is, provided you managed to get on the over packed bus in the first place. You are exhausted from work, pressed on all sides by equally tired-looking people, and trying to keep your balance with the start stop start stop of the bus as it edges itself forward in traffic. Try to endure this for 20 – 30 minutes. If it rains, double the duration.
Breathing can be a challenge when over 50 people are using up oxygen in a single-decked bus, and nigh impossible when some idiot smells like a skunk in heat. To breathe or not to breathe – that is the question. At any rate, it just doesn’t put you in a good mood for higher learning. If you don’t asphyxiate first.
If you are fortunate or rich enough to drive, good for you. Just put the music on and be patient. Gloat at the losers suffering on the buses. Whatever.
SMU and other private universities are in the city area. If the roads are congested, take the train. The trains may be packed, but you will almost never be late. Can’t say the same for UniShit.
Left outside alone
Most of the teaching staff teach on a part-time/contract/assignment basis. They do not have their own offices in UniShit. Unlike our peers in NTU and NUS, we can’t go to our professor’s office and ‘ka-ciao’ him or her every time we have a problem. The best we can do is to send an email to our lecturers and hope they quickly respond, or call them directly and convey our problems over the phone, and then try to understand the explanations – no easy feat.
In short, we are mostly left to our own devices. If we sink, too bad. It’s nobody’s problem but our own. At the end of the day, UniShit still collects money from us.
You just can’t play by the rules anymore. I suggest this: When in doubt, collude. When utterly lost, plagiarize. If you are an educator who is reading this and feels offended, it’s your problem. Just don’t make it mine.
Online communication
When project deadlines are impending, watch out! The system may crash from the sudden overflow of data. Why they would place the deadlines of so many courses into such a narrow time frame is anybody’s guess. They had already extended the project cut-off date once this year due to system malfunction. The trend looks set to continue.
Every announcement, addition of notes and course materials, and submission of assignments is done online. While this is a necessary evil given the nature of the coursework, surely they can send us a notification to our personal emails to tell us which modules are affected? We don’t have time to search through the whole Blackboard site!
At the end of each season, we are required to do online assessments for the courses we have taken before we are allowed to choose our courses for the next season. It would help to alleviate this inconvenience if the fucking system doesn’t hang or lock us out, as it did for me. Unlike the full-timers, we pathetic part-timers don’t have time for this rubbish. Or would UniShit prefer that we forward an email stating our complaints to the top management instead? Bloody hell.
If I strike the first prize in the state lottery this weekend, UniShit can kiss my ass. Goodbye shit, hello SMU/[insert foreign university].
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