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Post by cheekygal on May 11, 2006 6:01:19 GMT 7
Being a perfect copy-cat and also kinda having not much to contribute to recent party and USAnian/Hoganlander topics, I decided we should have our own little hijiacking thread: feel like hijacking - GO AHEAD IT'S ALL YOURS ;D
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Post by brickerage on May 11, 2006 16:54:34 GMT 7
KISS=LIPS MOSS!=OOPS!
968 873 8447 38379329, 288 3668 7325493 48. 8447 9455 23 2 8378 367 69 78833687!! 226 968 344873 18 688??!!! 4468: 873 9687 662453 74663, 3825377!!
42424242424242222!!!!!!!
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Post by Dragonsaver on May 11, 2006 17:30:53 GMT 7
This is cool. Thanx Cheeky. Lots of times I want to post something but it doesn't fit anything going and it's too short/dumb/whatever to start a threadl
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Post by con's fly is open on May 11, 2006 17:58:15 GMT 7
There is a birthmark on the underside of my scrotum that looks EXACTLY like the island of Hainan.
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Post by Stil on May 11, 2006 18:08:21 GMT 7
Stop licking your ass and you won't notice it.
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Post by woza17 on May 11, 2006 18:10:44 GMT 7
Totally agree D.S I can just ramble freely. Unruly class this afternoon. When I berated them and called them a pack of lazy bastards with the brains of a coconut and hit a couple of them. One of the students ran after me after class and blamed the weather. I complimented him on his good English and laughed it off. Overall they are good kids and I think the weather did have something to do with it. I rarely get really angry and I really didn't today but it disappoints me that they don't take my classes more seriously for their own good.
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Post by Lotus Eater on May 11, 2006 20:49:47 GMT 7
Had the 2nd round of interviews for the Public Speaking group. We had 280 students register for it so the Chinese teachers figured we had to have interviews to cull. I figured that once the group started and they realised I was going to make them work, they would cull themselves, but I lost that battle, so we are interviewing the students. One of them did an excerpt from the Martin Luther's "I had a dream" speech. A good speech - if you are a Black civil rights leader. Not so good if you are a Chinese university student. But he did it well. My own students quicly let him know that I am forever on about using your own voice and not copying, and I use that speech as one that I tell them doesn't really work as copy material. At least they listen, even if they haven't yet developed tact!! One more prelimnary elimination round to go, then a second round to being the numbers down to between 30-50. One Chinese teacher wanted to make selections even before we had finished listening to the final ones next week.
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Post by cheekygal on May 11, 2006 21:36:25 GMT 7
I have elbows.
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Post by mich on May 11, 2006 22:24:00 GMT 7
woza..thank christ it isn't only me that experiences these things...I have had the worst week known to man! Is it the heat, or are kids generally like this after any type of break. I have had students crack the s*its for waking them up during my class..I had an absolute bitch today have a full on argument with me in front of my class of 70. all I wanted her to do was write something on the board. I wanted to shake her until her eyeballs fell out of her head. It also seems that the kds have forgotten how to speak english over the break...is that just me? ? One claimed I was at the school 'just for the money'.. you reckon? ARGH!!! someone please remind me again, why I am doing this? give me a public bar full of drunks on grand final day and I do not have a problem...give me a class of 70 kids who have selective english comprehension and I want to scream!!!! sorry to bore everyone...I just really needed a bitch.
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Post by Loops on May 12, 2006 0:43:54 GMT 7
KISS=LIPS MOSS!=OOPS! 968 873 8447 38379329, 288 3668 7325493 48. 8447 9455 23 2 8378 367 69 78833687!! 226 968 344873 18 688??!!! 4468: 873 9687 662453 74663, 3825377!! 42424242424242222!!!!!!! Brickerage: Umm, you do know that you can get pills to cure your convulsions...or at least to calm them down a bit... ...I just really needed a bitch. I think Con would be up to being your bitch....
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Post by Lotus Eater on May 12, 2006 0:49:46 GMT 7
Bitching is cool - better here than in the class room. The cool rainy weather made mine sleepy today - they didn't actually fall asleep, but they were much quieter than usual and Hofstede's Cultural Dimensions didn't thrill them as much today as it has other days! But during the break I had one of the boys come up to me to discuss a personal problem - in 5 minutes I can sit and listen seriously?? - yeah right. So he began then and finished it after class - and then turned out for the interviews and used some of the discussion as a basis for his speech! Well he clearly understood what I was telling him, because he could use it to tell others how to solve their issues with the same problem.
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Post by brickerage on May 12, 2006 8:51:38 GMT 7
Brickerage: Umm, you do know that you can get pills to cure your convulsions...or at least to calm them down a bit... Doh! I was almost late to class concocting this clever code! I cant believe it- Its the language of the future!! I can guarrantly its a code you use everyday...but I cant guarranty that I can spell guarranty... looks right, though... ;D
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Post by brickerage on May 12, 2006 8:57:28 GMT 7
But yeah, in retrospect it kinda sucks =(
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Post by Lotus Eater on May 12, 2006 9:12:38 GMT 7
Ahh good one brickerage - I've often thought about taht one, but never got around to it. Now i can see why! But the other thing with that one is I'd like to see how many words you can create just using specific letter positions from that encoding device. Could be a comp for the dog days of summer when we are bored.
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Post by acjade on May 12, 2006 9:51:14 GMT 7
I just stewed my tea in the microwave. Now I'll have to make a fresh pot. And just checked. Elbow on the mend.
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Post by George61 on May 12, 2006 10:07:22 GMT 7
Red Cross Sunday....truly BAD Ballet!! Check the critics..bottom left!
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Post by acjade on May 12, 2006 10:14:36 GMT 7
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Post by cheekygal on May 12, 2006 10:26:04 GMT 7
So I got my Z visa and documents back today. Apparently, in work and living permits they gave me a new name: your name and family name are written in both languages - English and Russian. So instead of writing full version of my name in English, they copied Russian version of my last name and English version of my last name. The letters in cyrillic alphabet are similar to Latin, but still different: per se, Latin P in Russian is read as R, y is read as little U and so on. It is funny when you read it in English, but it is not funny if I have some troubles because of that. Oh, well.
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Post by Mr Nobody on May 12, 2006 11:29:03 GMT 7
It looks like greek to me.
I can read greek a little. St Kyril, if my memory serves, learned a kind of Greek in Byzantium, then went home and invented Cyrrillic. Yes/no?
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Post by George61 on May 12, 2006 11:50:50 GMT 7
Wathn't that Thaint Thyril??
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Post by cheekygal on May 12, 2006 12:05:46 GMT 7
well... where do you think Latin comes from? Letters actually look more Latin than Greek.
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Post by woza17 on May 12, 2006 13:07:39 GMT 7
Cheekygirl how many elbows have you got?
God I haven't heard the expression cracked the poos for ages. It's one of my favourites I have to teach sulk, boring. Two classes this morning first class called the teacher in kids were being lazy. I asked one of the students are you lazy or stupid? Lazy, he replied. I said most Chinese students are very lazy. Noo he protested Chinese students are hardworking. Are you Chinese are you a student Yes. well you just told me you are lazy so you must be a lazy Chinese student. On days like this I can hear the sarcasm creeping into my voice, which worries me.
I called the teacher to come to the class, then she said a lot of the students are lazy, don't get angry. Love you haven't seen me angry yet.
Seeing these kids once a week for 45 minutes and have the class taken seriously is a battle.
I am determined that these kids will get something out of the class.
George, those women are reactionary traditionalists encased in the bondage of silk robes. The ballet is fantastic. Is that the dog pissing on the tree stance. I do enjoy your pics
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Post by woza17 on May 12, 2006 14:31:10 GMT 7
Cheekygirl I really like this hijack thread. I wanted to put this on the what's for dinner thread but couldn't find it
Tonight I have invited a FT and his girlfiend for dinner.
We are having pesto baguettes, fried sea fish in beer batter, with homemade tartare suace, potato salad and green salad and trifle. I wanted to buy the sherry for the trifle but for 100rmb on cheap plonk I jack up I can buy a bottle of scotch for 85RMB. But the sherry really does make the trifle, maybe I can buy some cheap Chinese brandy just to give it a bite.
I have chosen this disparate menu so that I can spend more time with the guests. I invited Allen but he is off to Zhuhai and can't make it, Also my Romanian friend but she is off to Guangzhou this weekend but can come next week.
I had an idea a while back that this would be a very novel way to make a bit of money and have students experience some western culture. OK charge perhaps 150rmb a head 8 students. Formal dinner with western dishes, cutlery and glasses and stuff over 3 hours. Directed dialog. Could even do a mating dinner. Have lots of flowers and candles nice smelling oils and if things work out on to the KTV.
Mr N take notes What do you think?
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Post by Newbs on May 12, 2006 14:54:11 GMT 7
N and George, pretty poor attempts at hijacks is all I can say.
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Post by Newbs on May 12, 2006 15:14:36 GMT 7
So you guys are looking for a hijack, eh? How about this? www.bondon.com/sunscreen_song.htmlWear sunscreen. I remember when this came out. It cacked me up then and it still does now. N posting stuff about Desiderata upstairs reminded me of this. It's in the same genre, don't you reckon? I've added a bit which was in the Australian version, if memory serves me correctly, which is always a bit of a risk. (Sorry Dr G) I think the attraction about this, to me, is that it is partly serious advice, and partly just taking the absolute pi$$ out of itself. Anyhoo, here 'tis. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Never live in AdelaideTravel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.
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