. . .The invasion, though passive at first, is now waging war at full throttle! I barely have enough resources to operate within the boundaries of this seige. My ability to focus wanes, and I also have trouble articulating, nevermind the runny nose, nausia, hot and cold flashes, etc... But having taken the day off, I'm now taking advantage of what remains of my morning to work on my Combinatorics assignment, due Friday!!!! (ahh!!)
. . .Got my calc. assignment back today... and I got 84% on it!!!! I was soo shocked when I first saw my assignment... I couldn't believe it! I failed my midterm, was maintaining an ~66% for assignments, but now my first 80 in calc! Whoa... I guess that was the highlight of my day.
. . .Things left to do 'til friday:
1. Quell invading forces (the probasive alien virus)
2. Complete Combinatorics Assignment
3. Clean room (for prospective future subletters)
4. Finish waaaaaay overdue essays
5. Get at least half of last calc. assignment done.
In that order, even... I think... Right. Well, off I go to start my combinatorics assignment.... Guhh.... graph theory!?!? Whee... (Why can't I ever focus??? I blame internet. :P)
Added 11:40pm
. . .Woke up at 10:00pm... I think I crashed sometime in the mid-afternoon... My roommates were still around when I slept, so somewhere around 2~3pm? Yah... I think I have an entire evening to learn combinatorics. My illness is really escalating... Not fun at all. Not getting anywhere in my combinatorics assignment. That's not fun either. :'( And just when calc was getting better too...
2004/03/10
2004/03/09
Higher Arithmetic
. . .Doesn't that sound more friendly than "Number Theory"? It's all in the nomenclature~ (lol) I *was* enjoying my Multivarible Calculus (intimidating name, isn't it) until I hit question 5 of my assignment due tomorrow. I don't get it!! What does it mean for a function (partial derivative) to be "vanishing"? That it equals zero? Or that it's screaming off the page (i.e. shooting off into pos. or neg. infinity)? Grr... Should I even bother to study today for stats quiz tomorrow? Or just figure that I'll do good on the final exam? That class is such a joke...
. . .Meanwhile, my throat is still hurting... I'm trying to drink some water, but that doesn't seem to be helping too much... At least it's getting some more water vapours in the air... so dry here! Me skin is crackin'! k, well, not *that* bad, but bad enough. Anywhoo... back to math...
Added 4:38pm
. . .Still didn't get question 5 of my calc. assignment. But I got the bonus instead, so hopefully that'll balance things out. It's not yet 5:00pm yet... I have a whole 7 hours to... study? I guess now'd be the perfect time to work on those overdue essays... Oh yah... the most hilarious, interesting, and semi-intelligent game: http://www.medianetjapan.com/2/19/entertainment/grow/
The idea is to "max" every item; as you place items in different orders, you'll see that certain items will affect other items. And just have fun! The thing took me quite some time to fool around with (waiting for animations to play out, plus calc, plus chatting, it took me about an hour. :S) But it was really cool. I'm now trying to see if there's more than one possible solution. =)
. . .Oh yah.. I got my combinatorics midterm back. I technically failed, but with the adjustment, I ended up with an 80%! that's a passing mark! w00t! =)
. . .Meanwhile, my throat is still hurting... I'm trying to drink some water, but that doesn't seem to be helping too much... At least it's getting some more water vapours in the air... so dry here! Me skin is crackin'! k, well, not *that* bad, but bad enough. Anywhoo... back to math...
Added 4:38pm
. . .Still didn't get question 5 of my calc. assignment. But I got the bonus instead, so hopefully that'll balance things out. It's not yet 5:00pm yet... I have a whole 7 hours to... study? I guess now'd be the perfect time to work on those overdue essays... Oh yah... the most hilarious, interesting, and semi-intelligent game: http://www.medianetjapan.com/2/19/entertainment/grow/
The idea is to "max" every item; as you place items in different orders, you'll see that certain items will affect other items. And just have fun! The thing took me quite some time to fool around with (waiting for animations to play out, plus calc, plus chatting, it took me about an hour. :S) But it was really cool. I'm now trying to see if there's more than one possible solution. =)
. . .Oh yah.. I got my combinatorics midterm back. I technically failed, but with the adjustment, I ended up with an 80%! that's a passing mark! w00t! =)
2004/03/08
Pain and Pleasure
. . .No pleasure in this equation though. Every time I swallow, it hurts. I think my throat is inflamed or something. I'd be drinking honey-water right about now, if only I knew where the honey was... (Do we even have honey in this apartment? Hrmm..) I have 2 days to finish my calc assignment *and* cram for my stats quiz. Assuming I want to bother. And then I have 'til friday to finish 3 essays. On top of the Combinatorics and German which no doubt I'll also have to work on. Looks like I'll actually be working full-time for once during my days off on Tuesday and Thursday. And looking forward to next term? Not really...
. . .I thought University was supposed to be fun! But then again, I learned from an early age that what applies to most people most typically doesn't apply to me. (Living on campus the first term with a roommate might have been fine for most people, but it breached on the borders of Hell for me.)
. . .I can't believe that I actually woke up without my alarm clock this morning! Somehow, I "knew" that it was 7:00am. Either something subconciously woke me, or... But then again, I went to bed earlier than normal... (around 12:30 or so? ...as opposed to the regular 1:30+)
. . .Owww.... even yawning hurts... I think it's from a desperate lack of moisture in this room... it's soo dry... I should have buckets of water in here to normalize the room. And I have class at 8:30am.. whee...
Added 1:49pm
. . .The human body is truely a wonderous thing. My body just produced something from somewhere in a form I've never encountered before! (Assuredly, the place of production was north of the equator.) But ehh... yah.... I'd rather not speculate what it is exactly, or what it used to be.
. . .I thought University was supposed to be fun! But then again, I learned from an early age that what applies to most people most typically doesn't apply to me. (Living on campus the first term with a roommate might have been fine for most people, but it breached on the borders of Hell for me.)
. . .I can't believe that I actually woke up without my alarm clock this morning! Somehow, I "knew" that it was 7:00am. Either something subconciously woke me, or... But then again, I went to bed earlier than normal... (around 12:30 or so? ...as opposed to the regular 1:30+)
. . .Owww.... even yawning hurts... I think it's from a desperate lack of moisture in this room... it's soo dry... I should have buckets of water in here to normalize the room. And I have class at 8:30am.. whee...
Added 1:49pm
. . .The human body is truely a wonderous thing. My body just produced something from somewhere in a form I've never encountered before! (Assuredly, the place of production was north of the equator.) But ehh... yah.... I'd rather not speculate what it is exactly, or what it used to be.
2004/03/07
Discovery!
. . . YAY!!!! I finally found my other pair of white pants. ^___^ Now all I need is a certain blue fabric and I can start editing... Guhh... didn't get as much work as I had hoped this weekend. But I did finish my German assignment, and I found my mound of Japanese-language research resources. Now, if only I could cram for my other subjects... I've already forgotten my final exam schedule... And also trying to figure out what exactly I'll be doing next term.
2004/03/06
Frustration!
. . .Talk about a weird dream... I dreamed this melody (probably as a result of the assortment of musical strangeness I subjected myself to last night) -- very j-pop... but the lyrics were christian... (even though they were in Japanese... lol). And now I can only remember the chorus... which kinda stinks... so I guess I'll have to hire a hypnotist to help me remember the rest of the song, eh? lol.
Added 3:31pm
. . .MORE frustration! My precious encyclopædia set was GIVEN away curtesy of my beloved parents. It appears my family enemies aren't the only surly chinese people around... It was Britannica too!!!! granted, it was from 1989 or something, but still! They were supposed to be mine! And now my amoral backstabbing antispawn have decided to freely give away yet another precious thing of mine... ... Am I supposed to be amused? God must be laughing in Heaven...
. . .On the other hand, I'm beginning to see what my once-dear friend meant by saying that I had high standards... ... ... though personally, I don't think it's unreasonable of me to expect people NOT to give away something that isn't theirs to give...
Added 3:31pm
. . .MORE frustration! My precious encyclopædia set was GIVEN away curtesy of my beloved parents. It appears my family enemies aren't the only surly chinese people around... It was Britannica too!!!! granted, it was from 1989 or something, but still! They were supposed to be mine! And now my amoral backstabbing antispawn have decided to freely give away yet another precious thing of mine... ... Am I supposed to be amused? God must be laughing in Heaven...
. . .On the other hand, I'm beginning to see what my once-dear friend meant by saying that I had high standards... ... ... though personally, I don't think it's unreasonable of me to expect people NOT to give away something that isn't theirs to give...
2004/03/04
Farewell
All our days are numbered, even more so the moth. In his few precious hours of life, he is born, grows wings, dances in the sky and dies. Such is the way of life and nature. And yet, sadly, the moth knows not his own significance or effect. He would blindly fly into an open flame were he loved most dearly by another. But such is the idiocy of the world, from which all hope to find an exit.
Good-bye, fair world! N'er shall we meet again.
Good-bye, fair world! N'er shall we meet again.
2004/03/03
Muse
. . .Consider, for a moment, the naturality and ease with which you speak. From diction to intonation, from grammar to jest, all these things are a still irreproducible mechanical feat, and yet the God-given facilities of man allows each and every one of us to speak with fluency and grace.
. . .Consider, then, Thought. The birthright of man which sets him above all mortal creatures, a living, palpable legacy of our divine origin. Whither else on God's green earth can such capacity for imagination or malice be sought? But what, ask I, is Thought? When one thinks, does one voice oneself in one's mind; concentrating every idea into a finite string of hard words? Or is this divine faculty more transcendental in nature, of which we could never hope to comprehend? It has been said by some of fanciful authority that true thoughts are only those which may be solidified into comprehensible language. But language itself is always changing, and as our history has perpetually proven, our habits and preferences are as fickle as nature herself.
. . .To which I am no exception. In my recent past have both friend and foe remarked on an unnatural change which had occured in me from the poisonous vapours of death which fills the aether of this dreadful town of "erudition". With great alacrity did I hurry to preserve and protect my once notable mastery of the English language -- of which was no small feat for one of foreign birth, such as myself. How damning it was, to see, live and know that modern science no longer held its reasoning, and higher learning had now come at the cost of one's soul. Regardless, I pressed forward, seeking intelligent conversation where I could and fell back on the classics of a past era, which, no doubt, lent to my aniquated handle of the language.
. . .Which leads me to the present. As one should have hoped to see, the writings of this article prove different in both tone and diction from previous entries. And yet, this other dialect of English comes just as naturally. But is this naturalness a subconcious echo of one's affections, as the unsightly, unhygenic Japanophile seeks to sprinkle his conversation with Japanese expletives, or the American Anglomaniac who attempts to affect an English accent? And yet there are those who speak thus with perfect validity and justification. What, therefore, is natural speech?
. . .Anthropologists, Linguists and other professions who claim to hold intellectual authority on this matter would argue that speech itself is unnatural, as "logic" would have us believe? What then of love or honour? Surely emotion too much have its significance, for residing so closely to our analytical nature. But I shall refrain from that exploration for another time, perhaps. Regardless, the popular and official notion is that speech itself is unnatural.
. . .And, of course, one would also consider the writing of a language when one considers speech. And while it may be erroneous to consider the two interrelated -- speech and writing, it does hold equally fascinating exploration in the cognitive sciences. And as both are regarded as equally unnatural, it begs to question why a concious edition in one is less accepted than in the other. How is it that a practised and polished hand receives more praise than a practised and polished tongue?
. . .To that end, why is it that one speech form is considered more metaphysically real than the other? Take for example my present voice, which I'm assured all readers find both superfluous and unnatural. It begs to question whether this tone is more thought-provoking because of the ideas contained therein, or if more thought is required simply because it is necessary to decipher the cryptography inherent in this body of text. I muse aside that it may have been to the latter that we found a relative retardation in the development of science during those times past. Would that the exploration of science were so poetic as it once was.
. . .I write today neither with conviction nor conclusion, but rather with exploration. Aptly titled, I truely only wish to present these thoughts which have sat with me for the past little while. And while I would look twice at those who find my language pretentious, I cannot help but be who I am. While this recent "trend" may well be an echo of my rigorous travels of the literary jungle, the zeal with which I have yet to display in my classes, I should hope that one finds this change as readily acceptable as the change one might adopt in one's penmanship. Additionally might I add that in this text have I also hoped to provide, by means of example, a form of English which while may contain some sesquipedalian diction, does nevertheless refrain from the awkwardness of scientific dissection to which I hope ne'er to fall. Inspired also by those apt youth who would seek to speak with more erudition, would I pray that they find a voice which exudes more their personality than a false veil of intelligence. Impressive though one's diction may be, the ease and manner in which one speaks easily betrays one's upbringing and literary intellect. Therefore would I end with my humble advice: Explore ever freely every facet of English, but be not so quick to employ them.
. . .Consider, then, Thought. The birthright of man which sets him above all mortal creatures, a living, palpable legacy of our divine origin. Whither else on God's green earth can such capacity for imagination or malice be sought? But what, ask I, is Thought? When one thinks, does one voice oneself in one's mind; concentrating every idea into a finite string of hard words? Or is this divine faculty more transcendental in nature, of which we could never hope to comprehend? It has been said by some of fanciful authority that true thoughts are only those which may be solidified into comprehensible language. But language itself is always changing, and as our history has perpetually proven, our habits and preferences are as fickle as nature herself.
. . .To which I am no exception. In my recent past have both friend and foe remarked on an unnatural change which had occured in me from the poisonous vapours of death which fills the aether of this dreadful town of "erudition". With great alacrity did I hurry to preserve and protect my once notable mastery of the English language -- of which was no small feat for one of foreign birth, such as myself. How damning it was, to see, live and know that modern science no longer held its reasoning, and higher learning had now come at the cost of one's soul. Regardless, I pressed forward, seeking intelligent conversation where I could and fell back on the classics of a past era, which, no doubt, lent to my aniquated handle of the language.
. . .Which leads me to the present. As one should have hoped to see, the writings of this article prove different in both tone and diction from previous entries. And yet, this other dialect of English comes just as naturally. But is this naturalness a subconcious echo of one's affections, as the unsightly, unhygenic Japanophile seeks to sprinkle his conversation with Japanese expletives, or the American Anglomaniac who attempts to affect an English accent? And yet there are those who speak thus with perfect validity and justification. What, therefore, is natural speech?
. . .Anthropologists, Linguists and other professions who claim to hold intellectual authority on this matter would argue that speech itself is unnatural, as "logic" would have us believe? What then of love or honour? Surely emotion too much have its significance, for residing so closely to our analytical nature. But I shall refrain from that exploration for another time, perhaps. Regardless, the popular and official notion is that speech itself is unnatural.
. . .And, of course, one would also consider the writing of a language when one considers speech. And while it may be erroneous to consider the two interrelated -- speech and writing, it does hold equally fascinating exploration in the cognitive sciences. And as both are regarded as equally unnatural, it begs to question why a concious edition in one is less accepted than in the other. How is it that a practised and polished hand receives more praise than a practised and polished tongue?
. . .To that end, why is it that one speech form is considered more metaphysically real than the other? Take for example my present voice, which I'm assured all readers find both superfluous and unnatural. It begs to question whether this tone is more thought-provoking because of the ideas contained therein, or if more thought is required simply because it is necessary to decipher the cryptography inherent in this body of text. I muse aside that it may have been to the latter that we found a relative retardation in the development of science during those times past. Would that the exploration of science were so poetic as it once was.
. . .I write today neither with conviction nor conclusion, but rather with exploration. Aptly titled, I truely only wish to present these thoughts which have sat with me for the past little while. And while I would look twice at those who find my language pretentious, I cannot help but be who I am. While this recent "trend" may well be an echo of my rigorous travels of the literary jungle, the zeal with which I have yet to display in my classes, I should hope that one finds this change as readily acceptable as the change one might adopt in one's penmanship. Additionally might I add that in this text have I also hoped to provide, by means of example, a form of English which while may contain some sesquipedalian diction, does nevertheless refrain from the awkwardness of scientific dissection to which I hope ne'er to fall. Inspired also by those apt youth who would seek to speak with more erudition, would I pray that they find a voice which exudes more their personality than a false veil of intelligence. Impressive though one's diction may be, the ease and manner in which one speaks easily betrays one's upbringing and literary intellect. Therefore would I end with my humble advice: Explore ever freely every facet of English, but be not so quick to employ them.
2004/03/02
Doppel Sigma
. . .I'm totally not getting this double sigma notation thing... I mean, it's like a loop within a loop, right? so there should be some binomial co-efficient to get rid of the inner sigma? but the co-efficient would depend on the variable of the inner sigma, which makes the resultant co-efficient squared?! Guhh.... Math... not... going... in...
. . .Combinatorics midterm at 4:30pm today... whee! ...On enumeration/generating series. Really interesting and fun stuff... at least, at lot more than calc. LoL...
. . .Combinatorics midterm at 4:30pm today... whee! ...On enumeration/generating series. Really interesting and fun stuff... at least, at lot more than calc. LoL...
2004/03/01
Weekend Minutes
. . .Gonna blog about my weekend... hopefully lift me from whatever ill-mood I'm in right now.
. . .So on Friday evening, which started at about 10:00pm, shells picked up Ally, my sister and myself to go to DQ to meet up with two other people -- s_n(Silver_Night) and Jö. So we waited around DQ for a while ere calling Jö on his cellphone... apparently he was right there with us... ...turning around, we see him on the other side of the parking lot, running towards a car -- whose we thought it to be s_n. ...instead, as we later found out, he mistook that car to be shells' car... ... opening the passenger door, he pokes his head in to see not-shelly turn around and yelp. Ah, such a silly boy... trying to get rides from strangers...
. . .Anyways, DQ was closed, so we had to think of something else to do... we decided on 168 -- a bbt shop near my condo. So the six of us were seated at a 4-person table... kinda not cool, but anyways... Chatted about the most obscure of things, such as the negative nexus that is Waterloo, or lamanting about how we tricked each other into ordering some rather exotic flavours.
. . .After 168, we drove Ally home, then continued the chat in my living room. This lasted 'til s_n decided that he should have been leaving soon, as he needed his rest. And then there were the four of us. The "default four" I suppose one could say. Me, Shells, my sis and Jö. Shells crashed and slept on the couch, remembering first to take out her contacts. (thankfully.) The three of us continued to chat 'til around 3:00am, after which time, my lil' blanket incident mentioned below occured. TV auto-woke us at 8:00, though Jö continued to sleep. I had to be up and running since I had a dental appointment at 10:30am. Got my teeth cleaned! It was painful. The stupid wire in my inner mid-lower jaw made her dig her instruments into my gums... there was a bit of pain, and my tongue imagined feeling some scars... ... Apparently I need to take out one of my wisdom teeth, but why take out one when you can take out four, right? And so this friday I'm scheduled to have some weeping and gnashing of teeth of mine own...
. . .Got back home at around 11:30am, had a sort of breakfast, then Shells drove the three of us to Jö's place (my sis had to prepare for a job interview). Shelly made lunch for the two of them (I wasn't hungry), then proceeded to try to have a study party. Shelly tried studying for an hour before crashing on Jö's couch, while Jö worked on his programming as I studied for my midterm (tomorrow). At around 6:00pm, we played Kirby's something adventure something on the classical nintendo. Jö's mother and sister walk in out of nowhere and sorta motivated us to go out and do some other stuff... ... and so we did. Picked up my sis, then went to Snowflake's place to pick her up. the five of us sat in Snowflake's driveway for a good 15 minutes trying to decide where to go for dinner... Finally picked this place faar from all of us, on the outskirts of our classical municipality.
. . .2~3 CBC's and 2~3 2nd-degree CBC's at a chinese restaurant makes for an interesting episode of ordering food. 2nd-degree CBC's are basically people of Chinese descent who immigrated to Canada in their early youth. We were soo FULL after it all... Thankfully it wasn't terribly expensive.. I think we each ended up spending less than $10... haha.. yah... the stereotypical stingy Chinese university students...
. . .Afterwards we picked up Steve (making another 6 people in a 5-person car), and went to DQ for ice-cream. (this being after 5 of us were horribly full... we're just a brilliant bunch of brainiacs, eh?) Cramming glob after glob of frozen sugar down our throats, we eventually headed back to...... my place again! chatting in my living room again 'til around midnight, when we had to drive Snowflake back -- she had a class the next morning at 9:00am... talk about ewww!! After driving her back we then drove Steve back... ... and then Jö. He didn't want to sleep over 2 nights in a row... lol.
. . .The next morning (sunday) Shells and I went to our home church while my sis went to her new church. Met some new people, chatted with some children. Apparently, I'm a quiet resemblance of some girl in highschool... Strange, quite. And drove off for Uni after lunch. Shells knows how to drive now! I'm so proud. The distance between Guelph and Waterloo is finally its proper 20 minutes instead of the erroneous 40+ minutes. ... Just to later discover that in my haste I forgot to bring my toiletries! Luckily I had a spare set of contact solution and case, but I had to go out and buy another tube of toothpaste and toothbrush. That's another $3~4 down the drain. At that time, I was horribly destitute with a bank balance of ~$-55.00. That was fun.
. . .And now today. OSAP finally came in! So my financial worries for this term are over! My bank balance isn't a negative number anymore! And my roommate is happy that I paid my rent! Happiness all around! Yaaaaaaaay............................
. . .So on Friday evening, which started at about 10:00pm, shells picked up Ally, my sister and myself to go to DQ to meet up with two other people -- s_n(Silver_Night) and Jö. So we waited around DQ for a while ere calling Jö on his cellphone... apparently he was right there with us... ...turning around, we see him on the other side of the parking lot, running towards a car -- whose we thought it to be s_n. ...instead, as we later found out, he mistook that car to be shells' car... ... opening the passenger door, he pokes his head in to see not-shelly turn around and yelp. Ah, such a silly boy... trying to get rides from strangers...
. . .Anyways, DQ was closed, so we had to think of something else to do... we decided on 168 -- a bbt shop near my condo. So the six of us were seated at a 4-person table... kinda not cool, but anyways... Chatted about the most obscure of things, such as the negative nexus that is Waterloo, or lamanting about how we tricked each other into ordering some rather exotic flavours.
. . .After 168, we drove Ally home, then continued the chat in my living room. This lasted 'til s_n decided that he should have been leaving soon, as he needed his rest. And then there were the four of us. The "default four" I suppose one could say. Me, Shells, my sis and Jö. Shells crashed and slept on the couch, remembering first to take out her contacts. (thankfully.) The three of us continued to chat 'til around 3:00am, after which time, my lil' blanket incident mentioned below occured. TV auto-woke us at 8:00, though Jö continued to sleep. I had to be up and running since I had a dental appointment at 10:30am. Got my teeth cleaned! It was painful. The stupid wire in my inner mid-lower jaw made her dig her instruments into my gums... there was a bit of pain, and my tongue imagined feeling some scars... ... Apparently I need to take out one of my wisdom teeth, but why take out one when you can take out four, right? And so this friday I'm scheduled to have some weeping and gnashing of teeth of mine own...
. . .Got back home at around 11:30am, had a sort of breakfast, then Shells drove the three of us to Jö's place (my sis had to prepare for a job interview). Shelly made lunch for the two of them (I wasn't hungry), then proceeded to try to have a study party. Shelly tried studying for an hour before crashing on Jö's couch, while Jö worked on his programming as I studied for my midterm (tomorrow). At around 6:00pm, we played Kirby's something adventure something on the classical nintendo. Jö's mother and sister walk in out of nowhere and sorta motivated us to go out and do some other stuff... ... and so we did. Picked up my sis, then went to Snowflake's place to pick her up. the five of us sat in Snowflake's driveway for a good 15 minutes trying to decide where to go for dinner... Finally picked this place faar from all of us, on the outskirts of our classical municipality.
. . .2~3 CBC's and 2~3 2nd-degree CBC's at a chinese restaurant makes for an interesting episode of ordering food. 2nd-degree CBC's are basically people of Chinese descent who immigrated to Canada in their early youth. We were soo FULL after it all... Thankfully it wasn't terribly expensive.. I think we each ended up spending less than $10... haha.. yah... the stereotypical stingy Chinese university students...
. . .Afterwards we picked up Steve (making another 6 people in a 5-person car), and went to DQ for ice-cream. (this being after 5 of us were horribly full... we're just a brilliant bunch of brainiacs, eh?) Cramming glob after glob of frozen sugar down our throats, we eventually headed back to...... my place again! chatting in my living room again 'til around midnight, when we had to drive Snowflake back -- she had a class the next morning at 9:00am... talk about ewww!! After driving her back we then drove Steve back... ... and then Jö. He didn't want to sleep over 2 nights in a row... lol.
. . .The next morning (sunday) Shells and I went to our home church while my sis went to her new church. Met some new people, chatted with some children. Apparently, I'm a quiet resemblance of some girl in highschool... Strange, quite. And drove off for Uni after lunch. Shells knows how to drive now! I'm so proud. The distance between Guelph and Waterloo is finally its proper 20 minutes instead of the erroneous 40+ minutes. ... Just to later discover that in my haste I forgot to bring my toiletries! Luckily I had a spare set of contact solution and case, but I had to go out and buy another tube of toothpaste and toothbrush. That's another $3~4 down the drain. At that time, I was horribly destitute with a bank balance of ~$-55.00. That was fun.
. . .And now today. OSAP finally came in! So my financial worries for this term are over! My bank balance isn't a negative number anymore! And my roommate is happy that I paid my rent! Happiness all around! Yaaaaaaaay............................
Full Circle
. . .Got two midterms back today... guhh... did so horribly... ... trying not to think about it, but sorta forced to cuz I still have finals to look forwards to... (and also that Intro. to Combinatorics midterm tomorrow...) So I suspect I should actually study everyday... ...afterall, I *am* in school, right? No time to be living... ...despite being in our youth and our prime... ... not that I have anything against society at large, but I'll save that for a carefully worded and well thought-out essay.
. . .It's really forced me to rethink my lil' plan... After all, it's one thing to finish what one sets out to do, but another to change according to the situation. I'm not sure if I'd rather be diligent or intelligent, but either way, I can't be fence-sitting on this issue. I guess I'll try my hardest this term, and decide where to go from there. Maybe I should even take a term off school and really just think about what I want to do...
. . .The disadvantage of having many interests, eh? ...And having Chinese parents. Never sure what'd be good for both appearances and personal satisfaction. Hrrmmm....................
. . .It's really forced me to rethink my lil' plan... After all, it's one thing to finish what one sets out to do, but another to change according to the situation. I'm not sure if I'd rather be diligent or intelligent, but either way, I can't be fence-sitting on this issue. I guess I'll try my hardest this term, and decide where to go from there. Maybe I should even take a term off school and really just think about what I want to do...
. . .The disadvantage of having many interests, eh? ...And having Chinese parents. Never sure what'd be good for both appearances and personal satisfaction. Hrrmmm....................
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