. . .Yesterday (Wednesday) was largely uneventful and boring. Things didn't start happening 'til around 8:00pm. On a random whim (well, random turn of events), went karaokeing with an old friend of mine. That was kinda fun; hadn't seen her in about a year. And a year ago, I hadn't seen her in about a year either. o_O;
. . .Returning to Waterloo today... That'll be fun, spending the weekend there. And all my delightful friends seem to have found the time to peer-edit my translation, complete with comments. THANK YOU! (sarcastometer: 9999999999999999999999999999999)
2003/07/31
2003/07/30
開心沮喪
. . .^_^ Yesterday was fun. Spent more money than I could afford, and now I'm horribly in debt to a certain someone... *sighs* Got to meet two people though. They're both pretty 'interesting', a word that I've come to loathe. But yah. They were nice, and not at all what I expected. (though since I went in practically blind, it'd be hard for me to expect them to be any one way over another.)
. . .After lugging around my large bags, we visited Navi's HS, then went to lunch/dinner at some Korean-owned-and-operated Japanese restaurant. I think I had shrimp tempura on a bed of rice. (N4 on the menu.) :P Navi's sister had some assorted sushi something (served on an oddly shaped boat thing) while Navi and Kitch both had N3 (guhh... seafood Udon?)
. . .Afterwards, we (Navi and I) dumped our stuff at Kitch's place, before going to some comedy club thing in downtown Toronto. The comedy club was 'interesting'. Never before in my life had I heard the F-word used so many times in the same evening. Because we got there relatively early, we were seated right up front -- horror. The MC was pretty funny, but the rest were either quite disinteresting, drunk, or just plain base and vulgar. I knew that the comedians(if they can be called that) would probably play on the front row's reactions, a supposition I was definately not incorrect in assuming. The youngest one of them all had this beer in his hand the entire time; his speech was brash, slurred and incohesive at times. The main act turned out to be one of the most offensive, impolite people I've ever had the misfortune of witnessing. Her humour offended the British, the Queen, the learning-disabled, the Chinese as well as several specific audience members. If her idea of humour is just that -- tasteless, tactless, raunchy, conceptual humour, than I fear for the future of the entertainment industry. Compared to the comedy club I attended in England, this "Laugh resort" really would be a last resort, if one were THAT desperate for some humour.
. . .After the relatively embarrassing, offending, neck-cramping, mind-reeling experience which apparently Torontonians call 'humour', Navi, Kitch and I decided to go to the Paramount cinema downtown (about a something-minute walk from where-ever we were), while Navi's sister returned home (good call; I barely made it back home afterwards). The movie started at 11:00pm, and ended at 1:10am or so. We watched Tomb Raider II. Thanks to a certain gauche, tactless, socially-witless-and-clueless individual, I shall forever refuse to comment on my thoughts of the film. But sufficed to say, I was surprised to see some HK movie stars in the film (though they didn't play *major* roles).
. . .Making it to the subway at around 1:40am, I just barely caught the last train back to finch station, waited for the Finch bus 'til around 2:45am, and walked up VP until home, being greeted by my cat at around 3:15am. It was quite the little adventure home. The experience has taught me that it's not about curfew; it's about transportation availability. I'll be sure never to stay out past 1:00am ever again unless I have a car, or enough money for a taxi. It was worth it though, I'd like to think. Kitch and Navi's sister were a welcome change from the people I've been meeting through Navi up until now. ^_^
. . .And today is Wednesday.
. . .After lugging around my large bags, we visited Navi's HS, then went to lunch/dinner at some Korean-owned-and-operated Japanese restaurant. I think I had shrimp tempura on a bed of rice. (N4 on the menu.) :P Navi's sister had some assorted sushi something (served on an oddly shaped boat thing) while Navi and Kitch both had N3 (guhh... seafood Udon?)
. . .Afterwards, we (Navi and I) dumped our stuff at Kitch's place, before going to some comedy club thing in downtown Toronto. The comedy club was 'interesting'. Never before in my life had I heard the F-word used so many times in the same evening. Because we got there relatively early, we were seated right up front -- horror. The MC was pretty funny, but the rest were either quite disinteresting, drunk, or just plain base and vulgar. I knew that the comedians(if they can be called that) would probably play on the front row's reactions, a supposition I was definately not incorrect in assuming. The youngest one of them all had this beer in his hand the entire time; his speech was brash, slurred and incohesive at times. The main act turned out to be one of the most offensive, impolite people I've ever had the misfortune of witnessing. Her humour offended the British, the Queen, the learning-disabled, the Chinese as well as several specific audience members. If her idea of humour is just that -- tasteless, tactless, raunchy, conceptual humour, than I fear for the future of the entertainment industry. Compared to the comedy club I attended in England, this "Laugh resort" really would be a last resort, if one were THAT desperate for some humour.
. . .After the relatively embarrassing, offending, neck-cramping, mind-reeling experience which apparently Torontonians call 'humour', Navi, Kitch and I decided to go to the Paramount cinema downtown (about a something-minute walk from where-ever we were), while Navi's sister returned home (good call; I barely made it back home afterwards). The movie started at 11:00pm, and ended at 1:10am or so. We watched Tomb Raider II. Thanks to a certain gauche, tactless, socially-witless-and-clueless individual, I shall forever refuse to comment on my thoughts of the film. But sufficed to say, I was surprised to see some HK movie stars in the film (though they didn't play *major* roles).
. . .Making it to the subway at around 1:40am, I just barely caught the last train back to finch station, waited for the Finch bus 'til around 2:45am, and walked up VP until home, being greeted by my cat at around 3:15am. It was quite the little adventure home. The experience has taught me that it's not about curfew; it's about transportation availability. I'll be sure never to stay out past 1:00am ever again unless I have a car, or enough money for a taxi. It was worth it though, I'd like to think. Kitch and Navi's sister were a welcome change from the people I've been meeting through Navi up until now. ^_^
. . .And today is Wednesday.
2003/07/29
語言深海
. . .*wails* I just got back from my ASL(American Sign Language) speaking test -- I got 75%. *sniffs* I suppose I should have studied harder. *sighs* Anyways... It feels like it's been such a long while since I last blogged; these last few days have been perilously hectic.
. . .Someone called me a sesquipedalianist. (well, in not so few words, but...) Heh. Am I? My English is definately more old-fashioned than the typical individual of my age group, though this might have something to do with the fact that I had the insane luck and coincidence to have all my English teachers retire the year after having me as a student (i.e. they were all older and taught in a conservative fashion). So there you have it. Born as a scion of a rather conservative and traditional family, raised and taught by the last few remaining purists of the English language, I've arrived at today as a frightfully non-conventional-run-of-the-mill post-teenager.
. . .Meanwhile, counting the minutes before student-friend is supposed to arrive; we're going to bus together to Toronto. (YAY!) I'll get to see my beloved cat again and get in contact with my family again. (Some idiot left the fax machine on. This fax machine is a good 10 years old or so, and thus I can't leave voice messages.)
. . .Well anyways, I'd best be logging off before student-friend arrives.
. . .Someone called me a sesquipedalianist. (well, in not so few words, but...) Heh. Am I? My English is definately more old-fashioned than the typical individual of my age group, though this might have something to do with the fact that I had the insane luck and coincidence to have all my English teachers retire the year after having me as a student (i.e. they were all older and taught in a conservative fashion). So there you have it. Born as a scion of a rather conservative and traditional family, raised and taught by the last few remaining purists of the English language, I've arrived at today as a frightfully non-conventional-run-of-the-mill post-teenager.
. . .Meanwhile, counting the minutes before student-friend is supposed to arrive; we're going to bus together to Toronto. (YAY!) I'll get to see my beloved cat again and get in contact with my family again. (Some idiot left the fax machine on. This fax machine is a good 10 years old or so, and thus I can't leave voice messages.)
. . .Well anyways, I'd best be logging off before student-friend arrives.
2003/07/27
神聖怒恨
. . .Well, I've calmed down a significant amount from last night; had this been written yesterday, my 殺氣 would be burning through the page. But it certainly was an eye-opener.
. . .I always thought that by emphatically carrying myself in a conservative and traditional fashion, people would be able to give at least a little respect. But this apparently hasn't abated the list of objects which have literally been thrown in my direction which, in my perspective, is both figuratively and literally a slap in the face. I had always deluded myself into thinking that if by being cordial, decorous and tactful, I'd induce those same qualities in my relatively more tactless, gauche peers. But apparently, either I'm part of a dying breed that are socially aware, or I'm simply not as respectible as I'd like to think, causing such acts of insult and injury to be inflicted upon me.
. . .But despite all this, I shan't give up. I refuse to succumb to the culture and convention of this modern, decadent, degenerate world. I'm reminded of the phrase 好心做壞事, but it begs to question whether 'good intentions' are good enough all the time. "I meant to shoot the attacker; not you!" ←A bit too late there.
. . .People would often have me believe that having a good heart is all that matters. And while I don't deny that a good heart is a necessary core for a relatively immaterial shell, I've been fustigated just one too many times by the base bluntness of the 'good hearted'. Of course they mean while. But an ill-formed sentence still stings to the touch.
. . .A perfect example is with a certain female friend of mine (although 'certain' can apply to more than one friend in this case). Once upon a time, under what I've now convinced myself to be delusional and delerious conditions, I thought I liked that someone. Of course, flat-out rejections are the encouraged sort of polite declination; it builds character. Years later, sometimes in jest, she (they) like to bring it up again. Not to say that the memory was that painful, but I thought it'd already been put into the past; I'd simply rather not be reminded of the less-than-happy moments.
. . .Who am I to say 'this one's tactless, and this one has good taste'? Just because I've been offended (and as is very often the case, only *I* am), doesn't mean that whatever was said is necessarily offensive, right? Especially since my English is somewhat antiquated.
. . .Blah. Whatever. I'm suddenly feeling rather disinterested.
. . .I always thought that by emphatically carrying myself in a conservative and traditional fashion, people would be able to give at least a little respect. But this apparently hasn't abated the list of objects which have literally been thrown in my direction which, in my perspective, is both figuratively and literally a slap in the face. I had always deluded myself into thinking that if by being cordial, decorous and tactful, I'd induce those same qualities in my relatively more tactless, gauche peers. But apparently, either I'm part of a dying breed that are socially aware, or I'm simply not as respectible as I'd like to think, causing such acts of insult and injury to be inflicted upon me.
. . .But despite all this, I shan't give up. I refuse to succumb to the culture and convention of this modern, decadent, degenerate world. I'm reminded of the phrase 好心做壞事, but it begs to question whether 'good intentions' are good enough all the time. "I meant to shoot the attacker; not you!" ←A bit too late there.
. . .People would often have me believe that having a good heart is all that matters. And while I don't deny that a good heart is a necessary core for a relatively immaterial shell, I've been fustigated just one too many times by the base bluntness of the 'good hearted'. Of course they mean while. But an ill-formed sentence still stings to the touch.
. . .A perfect example is with a certain female friend of mine (although 'certain' can apply to more than one friend in this case). Once upon a time, under what I've now convinced myself to be delusional and delerious conditions, I thought I liked that someone. Of course, flat-out rejections are the encouraged sort of polite declination; it builds character. Years later, sometimes in jest, she (they) like to bring it up again. Not to say that the memory was that painful, but I thought it'd already been put into the past; I'd simply rather not be reminded of the less-than-happy moments.
. . .Who am I to say 'this one's tactless, and this one has good taste'? Just because I've been offended (and as is very often the case, only *I* am), doesn't mean that whatever was said is necessarily offensive, right? Especially since my English is somewhat antiquated.
. . .Blah. Whatever. I'm suddenly feeling rather disinterested.
2003/07/25
死亡來吧
. . .heh. Hopefully I'll have 'perfected' my translation and have e-mailed it to my friends to edit over the weekend... ....hopefully they'll finish editing in the weekend. And hopefully I'll have received it and be able to apply changes on Monday. Or Sunday. Meanwhile, kinda screwed for ASL speaking test. And Algebra instructor being a happy, open, understanding person. Wouldn't let me write my exam early. Which means I don't get to proctor for the beginner's Japanese exam. T_T I'd have gotten paid too if I were proctoring... *cries*
. . .Well, aside from my rather financially desperate situation, everything isn't too bad. Enough stress both here and at home to fuel a small island country for a millenium. At least I'm drawing again. Well, a bit. Been illustrating characters in my other story. Ascension may be a long time in coming. The two people whom I asked to peer-edit both said it sucked. (Well, one said my writing was irratic and long-winded, while the other one was too bored to bother finish reading beyond the first page.) Does this mean I should give up and just stick to grammar, or is this supposed to 'encourage' me?
. . .I got paid for my services of feeding someone else's cat for almost a month. That money alone almost doubled my bank account balance. But still screwed financially for Japan. I've no idea how in the world I'm going to get the money to be able to reasonably enjoy myself there. Hopefully, my contacts will be hospitable enough to keep me from getting into any cultural trouble. ... And of course, how am I going to live in Taipei? Aside from that nice group of people I met a few summers ago, I really don't know anybody. =/ Oh well. "God will provide," they say. I just pray that I won't be reduced to the lowest social position as a result of it. Anyways, back to editing translation.......
. . .Well, aside from my rather financially desperate situation, everything isn't too bad. Enough stress both here and at home to fuel a small island country for a millenium. At least I'm drawing again. Well, a bit. Been illustrating characters in my other story. Ascension may be a long time in coming. The two people whom I asked to peer-edit both said it sucked. (Well, one said my writing was irratic and long-winded, while the other one was too bored to bother finish reading beyond the first page.) Does this mean I should give up and just stick to grammar, or is this supposed to 'encourage' me?
. . .I got paid for my services of feeding someone else's cat for almost a month. That money alone almost doubled my bank account balance. But still screwed financially for Japan. I've no idea how in the world I'm going to get the money to be able to reasonably enjoy myself there. Hopefully, my contacts will be hospitable enough to keep me from getting into any cultural trouble. ... And of course, how am I going to live in Taipei? Aside from that nice group of people I met a few summers ago, I really don't know anybody. =/ Oh well. "God will provide," they say. I just pray that I won't be reduced to the lowest social position as a result of it. Anyways, back to editing translation.......
喜成孤獨
. . .Frightfully happy right now, as the title implies. I never seem to stop learning that a little information is a dangerous thing. And apparently, the flower was poisonous.
. . .And just to think, 20 minutes ago I would have been all hyper and excited about my trip to Japan. I had everything planned and all these things I was gonna do; people I was gonna see. But due to recent events, the fun's been sucked out of everything. Well, at least this means I haven't been desensitized by Waterloo too much... ^^;
. . .And just to think, 20 minutes ago I would have been all hyper and excited about my trip to Japan. I had everything planned and all these things I was gonna do; people I was gonna see. But due to recent events, the fun's been sucked out of everything. Well, at least this means I haven't been desensitized by Waterloo too much... ^^;
2003/07/23
雲成美花
. . .:D After a small amount of time, I've finally caught up with my cloud. sorta. Our paths aren't syncronized, and they probably never will be, especially since my mother dearest is flying me off to Taiwan for 8 months. But I'm certainly cerishing the time I have with my cloud while I still can. And guess what? It's better than I imagined; a beautiful, brillant flower has blossomed because of my union with my cloud.
. . .Ah, it feels really good to have my cloud. I guess, the fact that I'm leaving Waterloo permanently in about 2 weeks has gotten me rather excited as well. :D Truely is it that I'm "n'er again to set foot in Waterloo". <-- last line in my poem about Waterloo.
. . .Eh, why not. Art is never perfect the first time, so this is a major work in progress. But I'm sure you'll get a pretty good idea of how I feel around here... I titled it "Waterloo" :P
An infinite horizon of endless grey,
All life subdued in solitude,
Sincerity and tact in tatters lay
Amidst the reigning crass and crude.
A wolf in sheep's clothing; would-be friends,
Merely an ilusion with motives sinister,
A fraction of carelessness woud portend
An eternity of misery; Damnation's sister.
The land has died and long lay barren,
Two travellers stood in cold mist enshrouded,
And prayed for their deliverance Bellerophon
While their minds became confused and clouded.
Their once noble statures were ebbing away,
They longed for escape, ere did they pursue
An exit through which their wits ceased decay,
N'er again to set foot in Waterloo.
. . .Happy, I know, eh? :D Hehe...Back to my cloud and flower... It's budding now, but I hope it'll bloom before I have to fly... ^^; So many things I want to do ... *sighs* It sucks being destitute.
. . .Ah, it feels really good to have my cloud. I guess, the fact that I'm leaving Waterloo permanently in about 2 weeks has gotten me rather excited as well. :D Truely is it that I'm "n'er again to set foot in Waterloo". <-- last line in my poem about Waterloo.
. . .Eh, why not. Art is never perfect the first time, so this is a major work in progress. But I'm sure you'll get a pretty good idea of how I feel around here... I titled it "Waterloo" :P
An infinite horizon of endless grey,
All life subdued in solitude,
Sincerity and tact in tatters lay
Amidst the reigning crass and crude.
A wolf in sheep's clothing; would-be friends,
Merely an ilusion with motives sinister,
A fraction of carelessness woud portend
An eternity of misery; Damnation's sister.
The land has died and long lay barren,
Two travellers stood in cold mist enshrouded,
And prayed for their deliverance Bellerophon
While their minds became confused and clouded.
Their once noble statures were ebbing away,
They longed for escape, ere did they pursue
An exit through which their wits ceased decay,
N'er again to set foot in Waterloo.
. . .Happy, I know, eh? :D Hehe...Back to my cloud and flower... It's budding now, but I hope it'll bloom before I have to fly... ^^; So many things I want to do ... *sighs* It sucks being destitute.
2003/07/21
自由來去
. . .Whoa. Had too much sleep today. Either that or not enough food. Or both. Though it just may be because of the lack of sleep I've been having recently... o_O; Hopefully, this week'll be better; I've gotta finish my translation by this week!!! AHHH!!!!!!!!!!
. . .Meanwhile, a student-friend of mine has just laid claim to his friends that I know Japanese. Since I'm his TA for Japanese, I guess it'd make sense to assume such a thing, but to be brutally honest, I don't know a whit. T_T Michio-kun says it's impressive for a non-native speaker who's been studying it for such a short amount of time, but uhh... yah... If they meet me, I hope I won't be *too* disappointing...
. . .I've been getting to know another insightful individual online. Technically met him through my student-friend, though not in the conventional sense. (笑)
. . .It's funny; I've been meeting a bunch of people recently. And just before I plan to do all this international traveling. Kinda makes me sad; I hate leaving before I get a chance to *really* develop a friendship with someone.
. . .And despite all the sleep I've had, I'm still tired right now. Must be an excess of sleep I've had today... but I'm planning on attending the last week of class for Algebra, so may as well sleep earlier tonight... ^^
. . .Meanwhile, a student-friend of mine has just laid claim to his friends that I know Japanese. Since I'm his TA for Japanese, I guess it'd make sense to assume such a thing, but to be brutally honest, I don't know a whit. T_T Michio-kun says it's impressive for a non-native speaker who's been studying it for such a short amount of time, but uhh... yah... If they meet me, I hope I won't be *too* disappointing...
. . .I've been getting to know another insightful individual online. Technically met him through my student-friend, though not in the conventional sense. (笑)
. . .It's funny; I've been meeting a bunch of people recently. And just before I plan to do all this international traveling. Kinda makes me sad; I hate leaving before I get a chance to *really* develop a friendship with someone.
. . .And despite all the sleep I've had, I'm still tired right now. Must be an excess of sleep I've had today... but I'm planning on attending the last week of class for Algebra, so may as well sleep earlier tonight... ^^
2003/07/20
別連累他
. . .Ahaha... I'm running on three hours of sleep. The past 36 hours have been 'interesting'. But 'interesting' can become such an ugly word, so I shall go into more detail. :P
. . .Well, went to Karaoke in Toronto last night with Konja (Japanese culture club here at UW). It was pretty fun, I got to sing three songs that I liked -- one in Mandarin, another in Cantonese and a third in Japanese. It's just sad that while I was there for 2 hours and 15 minutes, I was only able to get in 3 songs. Aaaanyways, afterwards, I bolted home while I still could (knowing full well that the subway doesn't run 24/7). Arrived home at around 2:30, went online to see my 8:00am ride back to Waterloo still online. Which slightly alarmed me. "Good lord, what are you still doing up!?" It turns out both myself and my ride had about 3 hours of sleep; waking up at 7:00am in order to get ready. We finally got back to Waterloo to attend the Dragon boat race (sponsored by Kiwanis or something). Earl Haig Alumni won first place for the Gold division! Yay~! My friend's not gonna be sleeping tonight... (horribly energetic already... this victory is probably gonna short out her entire block for a month or something)
. . .I got to meet some pretty cool people today too! :D いとく introduced me to two other people from EH, and I also met another of the DBR teammembers, purely through her uh... spontaneity? She was like, "I've seen you before, but never actually met you, so hi!" heh. Random is always good... unless it involves the physical impairment of another party...
. . .Everybody was so dead-tired today... it was actually annoying; I'm tired all the time, but I don't seem to drag down the whole crowd. But today, *everybody* was tired and they showed it. (Hmm... am I obvious when I'm tired? varying degrees of fatigue, I suppose...)
. . .Well, that's the weekend update. Oh yah. I might be 'moving' my homepage to my friend's 'box'... ...which as near as I can tell is a server. But computers aren't my thing. lalala. Hopefully, come September, my homepage will be a new and improved site without all those advertisments. :D
. . ."An absence of evidence is not an evidence of absence" - unknown. Well, someone probably does, but I totally forget who said this. But, as it would appear, being/appearing educated/deep takes nothing more than regurgitating what somebody else once said.
. . .Geeeehh... me go now... *poof*
. . .Well, went to Karaoke in Toronto last night with Konja (Japanese culture club here at UW). It was pretty fun, I got to sing three songs that I liked -- one in Mandarin, another in Cantonese and a third in Japanese. It's just sad that while I was there for 2 hours and 15 minutes, I was only able to get in 3 songs. Aaaanyways, afterwards, I bolted home while I still could (knowing full well that the subway doesn't run 24/7). Arrived home at around 2:30, went online to see my 8:00am ride back to Waterloo still online. Which slightly alarmed me. "Good lord, what are you still doing up!?" It turns out both myself and my ride had about 3 hours of sleep; waking up at 7:00am in order to get ready. We finally got back to Waterloo to attend the Dragon boat race (sponsored by Kiwanis or something). Earl Haig Alumni won first place for the Gold division! Yay~! My friend's not gonna be sleeping tonight... (horribly energetic already... this victory is probably gonna short out her entire block for a month or something)
. . .I got to meet some pretty cool people today too! :D いとく introduced me to two other people from EH, and I also met another of the DBR teammembers, purely through her uh... spontaneity? She was like, "I've seen you before, but never actually met you, so hi!" heh. Random is always good... unless it involves the physical impairment of another party...
. . .Everybody was so dead-tired today... it was actually annoying; I'm tired all the time, but I don't seem to drag down the whole crowd. But today, *everybody* was tired and they showed it. (Hmm... am I obvious when I'm tired? varying degrees of fatigue, I suppose...)
. . .Well, that's the weekend update. Oh yah. I might be 'moving' my homepage to my friend's 'box'... ...which as near as I can tell is a server. But computers aren't my thing. lalala. Hopefully, come September, my homepage will be a new and improved site without all those advertisments. :D
. . ."An absence of evidence is not an evidence of absence" - unknown. Well, someone probably does, but I totally forget who said this. But, as it would appear, being/appearing educated/deep takes nothing more than regurgitating what somebody else once said.
. . .Geeeehh... me go now... *poof*
2003/07/18
氣死我了
. . .Well, no problems anymore, but last night, I couldn't log onto MSN, hotmail, any livejournal.com site, or blogger.com. *fumes* ^^;
. . .There was so much I wanted to write yesterday, but now that I've slept, most of it is forgotten. *sigh* Feverishly trying to finish typing up my second draft for translation so that I can finally start editing (and adding footnotes galore). I also may have some reservations about tomorrow; I'm not sure exactly where I stand. But I hope everything works out for the best.
. . .Speaking of tomorrow, Dragonboat! Lord, I hope it's free admission; the park'd be making a fortune off visitors alone who'd come to see the event. Meanwhile, more self-stuff to sort through... and future plans to finalize.
. . .Would it be better to study in Taiwan for a full 8 months, or just study there in the Winter term? There'd be 'so much' that I could do in the Autumn term; I'd have access to UT resources, and I could regularly bus to Waterloo to visit friends, etc. I might even be able to TA again. TA'ing is lotsa fun.
. . .Hmm... I wonder what kind of job I'd be able to get in Taiwan... Teaching English seems like such a common thing; it almost feels beneath my dignity to do something like that... (not like that's gonna stop me from applying, but anyways...) I'm sure I shouldn't bet on it; I should try to have more options open... But what else could I possibly do (with my current qualifications?) I don't yet have my undergraduate degree, nor do I have the 'look' of someone who'd know the English language more thoroughly and intricately than the greater majority of the Western world. But despite my Chinese genes, I'm hoping that my potential Taiwanese ethno-biased employers will be able to see beyond the surface.
. . .I finally get to go to Japan and freeload! Ahaha.. I'll still probably be dirt-poor at the end of the experience, but I'm hoping rather strongly that my Japanese will be able to improve tremendously while I'm there for those 3 weeks. It might be fun to look up an old friend while I'm there... Hmm... hope too many people won't think I'm Otaku just based on my hair. *wimpers*
. . .Well anyways, it's time I forged through with my translation... and gotta grab something to eat too...
. . .There was so much I wanted to write yesterday, but now that I've slept, most of it is forgotten. *sigh* Feverishly trying to finish typing up my second draft for translation so that I can finally start editing (and adding footnotes galore). I also may have some reservations about tomorrow; I'm not sure exactly where I stand. But I hope everything works out for the best.
. . .Speaking of tomorrow, Dragonboat! Lord, I hope it's free admission; the park'd be making a fortune off visitors alone who'd come to see the event. Meanwhile, more self-stuff to sort through... and future plans to finalize.
. . .Would it be better to study in Taiwan for a full 8 months, or just study there in the Winter term? There'd be 'so much' that I could do in the Autumn term; I'd have access to UT resources, and I could regularly bus to Waterloo to visit friends, etc. I might even be able to TA again. TA'ing is lotsa fun.
. . .Hmm... I wonder what kind of job I'd be able to get in Taiwan... Teaching English seems like such a common thing; it almost feels beneath my dignity to do something like that... (not like that's gonna stop me from applying, but anyways...) I'm sure I shouldn't bet on it; I should try to have more options open... But what else could I possibly do (with my current qualifications?) I don't yet have my undergraduate degree, nor do I have the 'look' of someone who'd know the English language more thoroughly and intricately than the greater majority of the Western world. But despite my Chinese genes, I'm hoping that my potential Taiwanese ethno-biased employers will be able to see beyond the surface.
. . .I finally get to go to Japan and freeload! Ahaha.. I'll still probably be dirt-poor at the end of the experience, but I'm hoping rather strongly that my Japanese will be able to improve tremendously while I'm there for those 3 weeks. It might be fun to look up an old friend while I'm there... Hmm... hope too many people won't think I'm Otaku just based on my hair. *wimpers*
. . .Well anyways, it's time I forged through with my translation... and gotta grab something to eat too...
2003/07/16
愛上翔雲
. . .Wow. It's been quite the little while since I last wrote in my online diary/journal. It's so much easier writing with pen and paper; something about the sick thrills I get out of my capital letters. (ehehe... W = 3 strokes)
. . .So much to think about and so much to mull over. Or not. Someone once said, "someone once said, 'thinking is unkind'". Of course, not to be taken out of context, this only refers to reading into a situation/relationships. Having said that, I'm sure dear readers already have an idea where this is going. Recently, I've been staring at the sky a lot when a cloud caught my eye. Clouds are a funny thing; sometimes they seem so nice, soft, inviting, and other times they seem dark, omnious and portend doom. Well, I'm certainly chasing that cloud now, afraid that once it floats away, I'll never get to regain it again.
. . .And my cloud isn't the only thing that's drifting either. I'm soaring across the sky and seeing how far I can go. But the sky is a lonely place if there's not a cloud in the sky. I just hope the cloud that caught my eye will be flying in the same direction as me.
. . .*soft chuckle* A distant cousin of mine once said that my life was like a drama -- without the sex and romance. And I'm somewhat inclined to agree with her; I find that everything gets mentally converted into some sort of extreme; the latice-structure of a tetrahedron becomes deeply profound, and an exposed cupboard becomes unforgivable. While most people speak of their history of bf/gf's, I speak about my history of roommates.
. . .Is this because of my 'innately' analytical nature? Or has the world around me grown dim? this small town is definately not the place to nurture one's spirit and/or mind. At least, not for someone like me.
. . .With such extremities, it causes one to wonder whether or not a cloud is really just that -- a cloud. Am I making the cloud into something more, or is everybody else failing to see an inherit beauty in the cloud? In ages long past, people didn't function without their cloud, but the modern world seems to have abandoned them. Am I a fool -- missing something about the cloud that the rest of the world has already gone past, or is there a quiet dignity in the cloud that everybody has forgotten in this modern reality of harsh technology and soulless science?
. . .*laughs* I wonder how many of you actually understand this entry. I'm wondering right now if in a few years' time whether I'll remember the issue that inspired this entry; if reading it over again in a while from now, I'll remember what I was talking about.
. . .The lyrics of 光之翼 said best what I wish to say right now: 『張開透明翅膀，朝著月亮飛翔』 Spead open your invisible wings and under the morning of moonlight, soar~
. . .So much to think about and so much to mull over. Or not. Someone once said, "someone once said, 'thinking is unkind'". Of course, not to be taken out of context, this only refers to reading into a situation/relationships. Having said that, I'm sure dear readers already have an idea where this is going. Recently, I've been staring at the sky a lot when a cloud caught my eye. Clouds are a funny thing; sometimes they seem so nice, soft, inviting, and other times they seem dark, omnious and portend doom. Well, I'm certainly chasing that cloud now, afraid that once it floats away, I'll never get to regain it again.
. . .And my cloud isn't the only thing that's drifting either. I'm soaring across the sky and seeing how far I can go. But the sky is a lonely place if there's not a cloud in the sky. I just hope the cloud that caught my eye will be flying in the same direction as me.
. . .*soft chuckle* A distant cousin of mine once said that my life was like a drama -- without the sex and romance. And I'm somewhat inclined to agree with her; I find that everything gets mentally converted into some sort of extreme; the latice-structure of a tetrahedron becomes deeply profound, and an exposed cupboard becomes unforgivable. While most people speak of their history of bf/gf's, I speak about my history of roommates.
. . .Is this because of my 'innately' analytical nature? Or has the world around me grown dim? this small town is definately not the place to nurture one's spirit and/or mind. At least, not for someone like me.
. . .With such extremities, it causes one to wonder whether or not a cloud is really just that -- a cloud. Am I making the cloud into something more, or is everybody else failing to see an inherit beauty in the cloud? In ages long past, people didn't function without their cloud, but the modern world seems to have abandoned them. Am I a fool -- missing something about the cloud that the rest of the world has already gone past, or is there a quiet dignity in the cloud that everybody has forgotten in this modern reality of harsh technology and soulless science?
. . .*laughs* I wonder how many of you actually understand this entry. I'm wondering right now if in a few years' time whether I'll remember the issue that inspired this entry; if reading it over again in a while from now, I'll remember what I was talking about.
. . .The lyrics of 光之翼 said best what I wish to say right now: 『張開透明翅膀，朝著月亮飛翔』 Spead open your invisible wings and under the morning of moonlight, soar~
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