1. Explain what negotiation is. (25 marks)
2. Discuss the differences between joint problem solving and pure bargaining. (25 marks)
3. Describe what we need to know about the Other Party to strengthen our position in negotiation. (25 marks)
4. Set out the guidelines for making concessions in negotiation. (25 marks)

70 minutes was all it took. I generally have a love-hate relationship with short questions. While they are concise, they tend to be very ambiguous as well, without a hint of what the examiner is looking for, and how much elaboration is needed. It becomes a game of guesswork, and worse, giving the examiner more room for arbitration.

And moreover, how much can you write to a one-liner question? 15 pages? 15 lines seem more likely.

I’m so glad it’s over. And to reward myself I got Jessie to go down to Ikea with me. Thanks girl, for coming to pick me up and going down to Ikea for lunch! We then dropped the car back at her place, before taking a bus down to PS for spectrum meeting. I was so tired, i dozed off in her car, and then on the bus. Sheesh. The things she does for me, among other favours, make me feel… bad. =/

This week should be by far the busiest. With casting and meetings galore, I need some time to myself. I hope I do.

Someone from CS told me that a certain other school in NTU said this:

“CS videos are like powerpoint presentations! Still shot after still shot, then cut cut cut then call short film!”

This is so freaking hilarious.

Clean hands, pure hearts.

This was what I was reminded today. Thanks a million, God.

I don’t care what people will say,
I’m running after You.
No matter what may come my way,
I’m running after You.

Make that my prayer.

On a happy note, congrats to the WKWSCIFOC 07/08 for having a job well done. All camps are successful on their own terms, and this one was no exception.

It was pretty refreshing to see old friends, make new ones, and see how everyone gets wacky, cranky, jiggly giggly, laughing and crying through the whole camp. Tough job by the seniors, great spirit of the juniors, and wonderful shows from everyone. A cs camp needs all these elements to be truly good.

And to the freshman out there who are interested to run next year’s big show, keep the spirit going!

A personal note to Penne: YOU GUYS ROCK! Congrats on being the best OG (hehs~). It was pretty great hanging out with you guys here and there throughout the whole camp. It was a pity that I couldn’t be there all time, but nonetheless, it was great knowing some of you, and i’m really glad that you guys got to draw closer and establish new bonds through this camp. Let this not be the end, but a beginning to a very wonderful college life ahead of you!

The camp is coming to a close.

While I may be easily irritable, it is rare that I would even feel downright pissed off. Kudos to the bitch of a junior who actually manage to succeed in that.

Juniors, one easy way to piss your seniors off is to not give face at all. Especially when the senior is not particularly fond of you as well. And when the senior has no choice but to ask you to do something so that he or she can get his job done, the last thing you should do is to be such a bitch and ignore him or her totally, evening after coaxing.

What a bitch. And don’t say it’s unqualified. It’s more than once, twice or even thrice.

And c’mon, even if you are a pragmatist don’t let it show. Going around being all PRish when you need favours, and turning your face away when you no longer need it is pure stupidity. Because this industry is just so fucking small, you never know when you’ll see them again.

Good luck to you.

I have not seen a more obnoxious guy than him. And I can’t find any other way to put it.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m as self-centered as he. Wonder if life centers around me, and weighing my own wants, desires, needs and emotions against what other people wants. There’s no wrong in demanding certain things and cravings, but where does one draw the line between hopeful wishes and self-indulgence?

I looked back, ashamed of certain things, glad of others. Memories seemed mostly bittersweet, as though pain and gain always seem like such a natural pair in life.

The story that ended tonight sparked off painful memories. And yet it felt like a proper closure, as though it’s a new chapter in itself. Watching the enactments through a gleeful mask while hiding the sorrow was just painful. It’s not the pain that hurt, it’s the culmination of life pouring its wrath on me that struck me bad. It was sort of an out of the body experience, looking at how we were a year ago.

It was expectedly emotional for some, and even some people whom I never expected to tear did so too. Looking through all the tears and (god knows what kind of) pains, I looked within myself and wondered where all my emotions gone to. All the tears that used to fall so free, seemed like a distant memory, so hazy in my mind. Have I hardened myself so much that I am merely just a little more than a robot with a beating heart and a working brain? The thing that made me human, I can’t find it anymore. If only I can feel my own heart again, like the nagging pain in my cheekbone right now, I’ll be glad.

I always believed that a good cry is a good outlet. I need a good reason to do so.

“We’ll be so less fragile if our hearts was made of steel.”

Why am I so fucked?

Random muses ahead. If you don’t like, alt + f4 (for windows) OR apple + W (for mac) now thank you.

First day of FOC. Not too bad. Nua-ed the whole day, having n’s canteen breaks, walking around, checking OGs out.

Haven’t seen a lot of people in a long while. Lots of them changed. Most of them for the better. At least the way they looked. Some definitely deserved a second look. Wondered why last time never see. Maybe too busy fighting.

Some people just suck at acting. Especially like nothing has happened. Or something has happened. Or something should happen.

Nothing to do with HC here.

Had my can b yong tau foo finally. Happiness. Can b coffee sucks as usual though. I miss my epok-epok.

CS students are terribly bitchy. And gossipy. Nothing is secret when it gets into the circle of (dis)trust.

SX was damn funny today la. Was so glad that he decided to do away with building-in-blue cheer. It was time.

Tomorrow need to collect my new specs. Yes.

Dreams all too brief, dreams without grief,
Once they are broken, come not again.
Since glad dreams haunt your slumbers deep,
Why should you scatter them in vain?

-”Serenade”

Ever woke up and wonder if your dreams are merely dreams, or a reflection of reality? Or have you ever thought about something, and wondered if it really happened, or was a dream?

Settling back into the country was a lot easier mentally, yet painful physically (no thanks to my stupid nose). Now that it’s a little over two weeks since I returned, the half-year just seem more and more distant, almost dream-like. The only thing that remains are memories, photographs, and traces on facebook and blogs that told me that, hey, I’ve been there.

I wonder why some people just can’t keep their mouths shut.

So much for not telling, so much for moving on, so much for this and that and altruistic concerns for circle of friends.

Like seriously, whatever. Credible writer? Incredulous bastard, i say.