hahah as for having C's parents in the bag...not so sure about that. They're just nice people. I sure would love for my own parents to receive C that well. My family is a little closed minded when it comes to receiving anyone new. ^_^ but let's see how we go...
-Noa-
-Noa-
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: 9 August 2004 at 12:45
: 9 August 2004 at 12:45
Er, isn't this the wrong place to talk about that? But anyway, look on the bright side: at least C's parents are cool about you two, so far. Whether or not that means they'll be cool about something more than that is another thing, but it's a start...
Hafizuddin Hasief? LOL. At least it's not Hasief Hidayatullah, right? LOL.
# posted by : 10 August 2004 at 18:19
: 10 August 2004 at 18:19
In case you were wondering about the previous comment, here's the story: a few years ago, I had a group paper with three juniors I was taking the same class with, and we split up duties between us. One of our group insisted that she be responsible for the final phase of the paper, seeing as her schedule was too busy to work it out with the rest of us.
Now, apart from the paper, we also had to do an accompanying presentation. On the day of the presentation, our group mate left a message that she'd be late, so we should pick up the final product from her home near campus. My two other group mates went, and I elected to stay to explain should the lecturers ask why we were late.
Anyway, my two group mates show up with our paper, and as I started to look through it, I noticed something was amiss: my name had suddenly changed to Hasief Hidayatullah.
I nearly fell out of my chair in a mixture of bemusement, anger and laughter.
I mean, it's not like my name's never been misspelled or mispronounced before. I've had people call me Hafies or Haris. My last name is more often than not spelled as Ardiansyah. But in these cases, they're close enough to the actual thing so as to be understandable.
But this was waaaaay beyond the mark. OK, we're not in the same year, and even if we're in the same department (in which the entire number of students at any given time isn't that much) that doesn't automatically mean you'd know my full name. Heck, it doesn't automatically mean you know the full names of people in the same year. But to give me an entirely new last name? That's just sick, man. You wouldn't have to put "Hasief A.", you could've just put "Hasief" and I'd be dandy. Or better yet, you could've just asked me.
Ah well, water under the bridge. I wasn't mad at her at that moment, and I'm not mad at her now. Just one of those things that make you shake your head.
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Now, apart from the paper, we also had to do an accompanying presentation. On the day of the presentation, our group mate left a message that she'd be late, so we should pick up the final product from her home near campus. My two other group mates went, and I elected to stay to explain should the lecturers ask why we were late.
Anyway, my two group mates show up with our paper, and as I started to look through it, I noticed something was amiss: my name had suddenly changed to Hasief Hidayatullah.
I nearly fell out of my chair in a mixture of bemusement, anger and laughter.
I mean, it's not like my name's never been misspelled or mispronounced before. I've had people call me Hafies or Haris. My last name is more often than not spelled as Ardiansyah. But in these cases, they're close enough to the actual thing so as to be understandable.
But this was waaaaay beyond the mark. OK, we're not in the same year, and even if we're in the same department (in which the entire number of students at any given time isn't that much) that doesn't automatically mean you'd know my full name. Heck, it doesn't automatically mean you know the full names of people in the same year. But to give me an entirely new last name? That's just sick, man. You wouldn't have to put "Hasief A.", you could've just put "Hasief" and I'd be dandy. Or better yet, you could've just asked me.
Ah well, water under the bridge. I wasn't mad at her at that moment, and I'm not mad at her now. Just one of those things that make you shake your head.
