. . .I think this term is perhaps the first term in which I'm partially starting to live as a normal student should; with absolutely no free time to spare, devoting all one's hours of conciousness to academic exploration and production (i.e. studying and completing assignments).
. . .Oh well... Waterloo is still not gonna stop me from art or music. Hopefully... I'm way behind schedule with a certain CG project I was working on (that in all practicality should have been done entirely in Illustrator, but for some perverse reason I decided to rasterize the vector outlines and colour it in Photoshop).
. . .So maybe I'll finish that tonight... ...or prepare for my German midterm... choices, choices...
2004/10/18
2004/10/17
Earth's Perdition
. . .The demon's beautiful human mask begins to crack. Slowly, bit by bit, the once beautiful form is creased with the jagged rage and maliciousness of the demon. Flecks of paint flake off as claws and horns reassert their form. Shadows deform once-beautiful clothes. But such is the way of the world. That which was not pure is condemned to remain impure.
. . .Or is it a demon who's corrupting a once-beautiful human? Voices of the dark constantly whispering lies like lullabies into those ivory ears of innocence. Evil cannot contain itself and spreads furiously outwards, never knowing mercy. But such is the way of the world. That which was pure is condemned to become impure.
. . .Spirits without wings have no way to fly; forever falling.
. . .Or is it a demon who's corrupting a once-beautiful human? Voices of the dark constantly whispering lies like lullabies into those ivory ears of innocence. Evil cannot contain itself and spreads furiously outwards, never knowing mercy. But such is the way of the world. That which was pure is condemned to become impure.
. . .Spirits without wings have no way to fly; forever falling.
Unbalanced
. . .So I woke up today at 3:00am, after going to bed near 11:00~11:30pm. Or it might have been midnight. Anyways, I woke up at 3:00am, to an awful combination of the freezing air that permeates my room and a tummy ache which resulted in several trips to the you-know-where. I won't go into details, but let's just say that when you first wake up, some of your systems aren't exactly running at full gear.
. . .I think part of the reason why I had such a strange stomache-ache was because of my irregular eating habits. For example, I think I ate absolutely nothing all of Friday. ...Until my friend fed me. And then on Saturday (yesterday) I practically ate entire loaf of bread (20 slices; 10 sandwiches). I'll have to go shopping for more margerine.
. . .So now that I was up and awake, what was I to do? In the first hour, I did practically nothing. Sifted through my computer files, freeing up some more space (deleting error-ridden games, old .avi files that won't be rewatched, etc). But all this was after I wrote a poem. =D Written yet again in Tang-Dynasty fashion. Why? 'Cause that has a structure I can follow. My Chinese isn't good enough for free-verse. I don't even remember what I titled it. "Sanguine Sapling"? "Crimson Gold Leaves"? It's definitely not a final product, so I guess it's still up for changes. I can't seem to view my own posts when I go to my Chinese blog, but maybe it's just because of my funky computer and it's evil internet settings which have forever altered my interet experiences. (Sooo bitter against pop-ups now.)
. . .And now, three hours later, I still haven't really accomplished anything. Maybe I *should* sleep, 'cause clearly, my mind isn't exactly running at a very fast rate. ...And my room is freezing again. My tea has turned cold. I guess it's time to boil some more water...
. . .I think part of the reason why I had such a strange stomache-ache was because of my irregular eating habits. For example, I think I ate absolutely nothing all of Friday. ...Until my friend fed me. And then on Saturday (yesterday) I practically ate entire loaf of bread (20 slices; 10 sandwiches). I'll have to go shopping for more margerine.
. . .So now that I was up and awake, what was I to do? In the first hour, I did practically nothing. Sifted through my computer files, freeing up some more space (deleting error-ridden games, old .avi files that won't be rewatched, etc). But all this was after I wrote a poem. =D Written yet again in Tang-Dynasty fashion. Why? 'Cause that has a structure I can follow. My Chinese isn't good enough for free-verse. I don't even remember what I titled it. "Sanguine Sapling"? "Crimson Gold Leaves"? It's definitely not a final product, so I guess it's still up for changes. I can't seem to view my own posts when I go to my Chinese blog, but maybe it's just because of my funky computer and it's evil internet settings which have forever altered my interet experiences. (Sooo bitter against pop-ups now.)
. . .And now, three hours later, I still haven't really accomplished anything. Maybe I *should* sleep, 'cause clearly, my mind isn't exactly running at a very fast rate. ...And my room is freezing again. My tea has turned cold. I guess it's time to boil some more water...
2004/10/13
the Lark
. . ....And not the Nightengale. (Let's see how many of you will get the nightengale/lark reference.) Woke up even earlier than usual at 7:00am. All thanks to the wonderful sounds of my rooommate showering... (well, just the faucet really, but still.) A blessing in disguise? Maybe I'll get to cram the rest of my Hebrew into my brain. These few weeks have been very busy. To be sure, this entire term is going to be very busy. With German, Japanese, Hebrew and the translation competition (of which I have nigh no time left), I still have to worry about OSAP and other delightful finances.
. . .Luckily, I received my OSAP form yesterday morning as of 11:15am, so it'll get processed on Thursday, and hopefully the money'll be in my bank account by next Tuesday. Guh, I hate thinking like that. But thankfully, a certain butterfly decided to spread her wings and flutter before me, lending me a strength I couldn't find elsewhere. (well, I could, but nby else really bothered to 'lend me strength'...)
. . .I'm behind schedule in everything!! Ahh!! I swear, I waste all the time I have at home; I should live on campus or sth. But at the same time, without hte comforts of my multilingual-support PC, it's very hard for me to do work/research for Japanese/Chinese. If only I had a laptop in my office or sth. (I'm planning on moving a small TV and my PSX to my office... dunno how smart that is, but it'll certainly keep me entertained.)
. . .Meanwhile, I've already spent a good 10 minutes or so just writing this blog, so back to Hebrew I go...
. . .Luckily, I received my OSAP form yesterday morning as of 11:15am, so it'll get processed on Thursday, and hopefully the money'll be in my bank account by next Tuesday. Guh, I hate thinking like that. But thankfully, a certain butterfly decided to spread her wings and flutter before me, lending me a strength I couldn't find elsewhere. (well, I could, but nby else really bothered to 'lend me strength'...)
. . .I'm behind schedule in everything!! Ahh!! I swear, I waste all the time I have at home; I should live on campus or sth. But at the same time, without hte comforts of my multilingual-support PC, it's very hard for me to do work/research for Japanese/Chinese. If only I had a laptop in my office or sth. (I'm planning on moving a small TV and my PSX to my office... dunno how smart that is, but it'll certainly keep me entertained.)
. . .Meanwhile, I've already spent a good 10 minutes or so just writing this blog, so back to Hebrew I go...
2004/10/05
Politician
. . .I honestly feel like a politician or sth, cuz I'm definitely running around and money is being spent, but nothing's really getting done... Thank goodness I finally got an office on campus; at least I'll have a place to crash between classes and hopefully get some work done!
. . .Aside from that, I'm falling behind in everything, which is never a good feeling. So after I buy a few textbooks, I'll have to work really hard one weekend and get things caught up.
. . .Oh yah... today in KonJa's language exchange, what started off as a lesson on how to respond in various restaurant scenarios led into a linguistic debate (mainly headed by me) because sby decided to write down the English translations of these interesting Japanese phrases. Me, being raised by such notions as polite society and gentlefolk, was somewhat shocked and offended at seeing the employment of the f-word, but what was more disturbing was to see that the line read "There's a f***ing hair in my soup", when (IMHO) it should have been "... f***en ..."
. . .And here are my reasons: ~ing can only apply to a verb, no matter what part of speech it becomes. And it's clearly not a gerund since it's modifying the noun "hair". Therefore, it must be a progressive participle. Which would also mean that we're using the meaning of the verb to modify the quality of the noun "hair". (As can be seen in the phrase "flying saucer", since the saucer has some element of "fly" i.e. it is flying, or can fly.) But the verb "to f***" usually denotes some sort of sexual intercourse, which the hair is totally not executing.
. . .Less salient meanings of the verb "to f***" perhaps still derive peripherally from it's more obvious example, i.e. "to screw", "to screw up", "to muck with", "to mess up", etc. However, if we were to replace f***ing with any of the others (such as screwing, screwed-up, mucking, mucked-up, messing, messed-up, etc) it somehow doesn't translate in quite the same way.
. . .Therefore, the f-word in this sentence is used only as a vular, crude, rude adjective to denote displeasure and dissatisfaction. Thus, like other adjectives such as "elfen", in this case it should read as "there's a f***en hair in my soup".
. . .Aside from that, I'm falling behind in everything, which is never a good feeling. So after I buy a few textbooks, I'll have to work really hard one weekend and get things caught up.
. . .Oh yah... today in KonJa's language exchange, what started off as a lesson on how to respond in various restaurant scenarios led into a linguistic debate (mainly headed by me) because sby decided to write down the English translations of these interesting Japanese phrases. Me, being raised by such notions as polite society and gentlefolk, was somewhat shocked and offended at seeing the employment of the f-word, but what was more disturbing was to see that the line read "There's a f***ing hair in my soup", when (IMHO) it should have been "... f***en ..."
. . .And here are my reasons: ~ing can only apply to a verb, no matter what part of speech it becomes. And it's clearly not a gerund since it's modifying the noun "hair". Therefore, it must be a progressive participle. Which would also mean that we're using the meaning of the verb to modify the quality of the noun "hair". (As can be seen in the phrase "flying saucer", since the saucer has some element of "fly" i.e. it is flying, or can fly.) But the verb "to f***" usually denotes some sort of sexual intercourse, which the hair is totally not executing.
. . .Less salient meanings of the verb "to f***" perhaps still derive peripherally from it's more obvious example, i.e. "to screw", "to screw up", "to muck with", "to mess up", etc. However, if we were to replace f***ing with any of the others (such as screwing, screwed-up, mucking, mucked-up, messing, messed-up, etc) it somehow doesn't translate in quite the same way.
. . .Therefore, the f-word in this sentence is used only as a vular, crude, rude adjective to denote displeasure and dissatisfaction. Thus, like other adjectives such as "elfen", in this case it should read as "there's a f***en hair in my soup".
2004/09/28
Epiphany
. . .A while ago, at the recommendation of a friend, I sauntered over to 1and1.com and got myself a domain. But what did I do with it? Absolutely nothing. Some time later, I decided to choose some fruity default template just so *something* would be there, but I still had no idea what I would do with it.
. . .In the past, I would splash whatever I felt onto my site (www.geocities.com/Tabris_113 being a good example). But when I came to design the table of contents, I was forced to ask myself which headings I wished to keep and which I wished to discard. Were there any other headings I would like to add? What was the purpose of my site? Personal recreation, I suppose. Art without limits, I suppose one could say. Except that my personality in itself is severely limited, so maybe my art will never really be thought-provoking. Of course, that brings the second question of whether what I produce can really be called "art", but that's something I definitely don't want to get into here.
. . .I wanted to make a site for myself, but moreover, I thought I would want a site that my friends would enjoy and want to frequent. So I'd make it a blog? A sketchbook diary? Should I start a webcomic? Various thoughts and possibilities floated around in my head.
. . .As a certain frightfully intelligent friend of mine once pointed out, people who've known me for a short amount of time will know me as an artistic individual, whether it be in the visual arts, music or language. And some people who've known me a bit better or longer will also tend to remark that I also have some skill (I dare not say "talent" in a place like UW) in the logical/analytical academics such as math and chemistry.
. . .I love talking with this friend if only because of her keen perception and sharp wit. But what she said really made me think. (Well, not that I didn't know these two facts about myself before, but it just made me rethink something in a new way.) At the core, I'm an analytical person. Friends of mine will find that I often pay attention to unnecessary things, or that I over-think certain situations or episodes of the past/present. At the same time, I have this love for art. I like drawing, I enjoy using colour and I really love making something that'll make ppl go "wow!" Of course, when those people are only your friends, ya gotta wonder if your art is really all that, or if they're just being nice.
. . .Art being something that I've done all my life, it's a wonder why I first went into math for post-secondary education. Oh well. But in any case, while I'm not yet ready to unveil my lil corner on the web, I have decided that this personal site will be for my artistic scribbles, whether in literary or visual form. Of course, there's still the small complications of acquiring a scanner...
. . .So that's my little self-realization for my internet usage. I'm going to make an artsy-fartsy website stuffed with my conceptions. Yay! But html seems to be growing out-of-fashion... Which means I'll soon have to learn how to use flash. Hrmm... Maybe when I'm doing my Masters. ^_^
*edit* (8:05am)
. . .And if anyone is wondering why this post is up so late/early, it's cuz I took a looooong afternoon nap, and ended up waking up at 9:15pm... Later to make and eat dinner at around 1:00am. So I didn't sleep until around 4:00am. I should be normalized again now... semi-big day today. Hey, Garnett Crow is good... haven't listened to them in a while... :3
. . .In the past, I would splash whatever I felt onto my site (www.geocities.com/Tabris_113 being a good example). But when I came to design the table of contents, I was forced to ask myself which headings I wished to keep and which I wished to discard. Were there any other headings I would like to add? What was the purpose of my site? Personal recreation, I suppose. Art without limits, I suppose one could say. Except that my personality in itself is severely limited, so maybe my art will never really be thought-provoking. Of course, that brings the second question of whether what I produce can really be called "art", but that's something I definitely don't want to get into here.
. . .I wanted to make a site for myself, but moreover, I thought I would want a site that my friends would enjoy and want to frequent. So I'd make it a blog? A sketchbook diary? Should I start a webcomic? Various thoughts and possibilities floated around in my head.
. . .As a certain frightfully intelligent friend of mine once pointed out, people who've known me for a short amount of time will know me as an artistic individual, whether it be in the visual arts, music or language. And some people who've known me a bit better or longer will also tend to remark that I also have some skill (I dare not say "talent" in a place like UW) in the logical/analytical academics such as math and chemistry.
. . .I love talking with this friend if only because of her keen perception and sharp wit. But what she said really made me think. (Well, not that I didn't know these two facts about myself before, but it just made me rethink something in a new way.) At the core, I'm an analytical person. Friends of mine will find that I often pay attention to unnecessary things, or that I over-think certain situations or episodes of the past/present. At the same time, I have this love for art. I like drawing, I enjoy using colour and I really love making something that'll make ppl go "wow!" Of course, when those people are only your friends, ya gotta wonder if your art is really all that, or if they're just being nice.
. . .Art being something that I've done all my life, it's a wonder why I first went into math for post-secondary education. Oh well. But in any case, while I'm not yet ready to unveil my lil corner on the web, I have decided that this personal site will be for my artistic scribbles, whether in literary or visual form. Of course, there's still the small complications of acquiring a scanner...
. . .So that's my little self-realization for my internet usage. I'm going to make an artsy-fartsy website stuffed with my conceptions. Yay! But html seems to be growing out-of-fashion... Which means I'll soon have to learn how to use flash. Hrmm... Maybe when I'm doing my Masters. ^_^
*edit* (8:05am)
. . .And if anyone is wondering why this post is up so late/early, it's cuz I took a looooong afternoon nap, and ended up waking up at 9:15pm... Later to make and eat dinner at around 1:00am. So I didn't sleep until around 4:00am. I should be normalized again now... semi-big day today. Hey, Garnett Crow is good... haven't listened to them in a while... :3
2004/09/24
Fuscation
. . .Konja's first meeting last night. The general meeting went by alright, and the dinner was fun afterwards as well. Unfortunately, some of the exchange students had a cold, one of whom passed it on to me... :'( Apparently, it's spreading all across campus, so I guess it is now my duty to go back to Toronto and spread the joy.
. . .And I figure I probably should have gotten more sleep, but a certain "quiet" someone, as always, managed to wake me with his or her morning routine. So I'm up at 7:30, with a slightly runny nose and a VERY sore throat. Made some oatmeal. Drank a fair amount of water... added some honey. Still not feeling happy; not releasing enough endorphins. I guess I'll have to try sth else...
. . .In other news, I spent a good hour just leisurely reading this Webster's Unabridged 1960's Dictionary. That gave me a lot of kicks. I love learning vocab. Pronunciation of some of them were a little difficult... (Sabaism with an accent on the first?! sounds unnatural...) But Mmm, I'd love to own that dictionary.
. . .And I figure I probably should have gotten more sleep, but a certain "quiet" someone, as always, managed to wake me with his or her morning routine. So I'm up at 7:30, with a slightly runny nose and a VERY sore throat. Made some oatmeal. Drank a fair amount of water... added some honey. Still not feeling happy; not releasing enough endorphins. I guess I'll have to try sth else...
. . .In other news, I spent a good hour just leisurely reading this Webster's Unabridged 1960's Dictionary. That gave me a lot of kicks. I love learning vocab. Pronunciation of some of them were a little difficult... (Sabaism with an accent on the first?! sounds unnatural...) But Mmm, I'd love to own that dictionary.
2004/09/23
Chaos
. . .Wow, it's been a while since I've updated. In short, I'm still broke, but still managing to stay alive. Tomorrow, the plan is to pick up OSAP (ie. money for tuition, etc), find German prof to sign me into his class, tweak and print my resume, apply to the local BBT shop for a parttime job and then pray that konja's first general meeting goes well. Now, if I could only stick to that plan...
2004/09/19
Insanity
. . .In short, this first week has been INSANE. But I'll blog more about it when I get back to Waterloo, for I'm on my sister's computer right now, and I've lotsa stuff to take care of around here... Clubs Day was hectic, and the exchange students are a handful... the ones I deal with anyways.
. . .Just back in Toronto cuz I forgot to bring back a few certain essentials... (conditioner, hair-dryer, etc.)
. . .Just back in Toronto cuz I forgot to bring back a few certain essentials... (conditioner, hair-dryer, etc.)
2004/09/13
Food Diary
Day 1 (sunday)
. . .Lots of water, two pieces of buttered toast for breakfast, more half-filtered water (my water filter isn't working so great) and 5 pieces of caramel "hei tang" (black candy?).
Day 2 (Monday)
. . .More half-filtered water, 4 pieces of buttered toast (thereby depleting my loaf of bread), and 398mL of Heinz alpha-ghetti.
Being on a public computer sucks. I don't get internet at home 'til Wendesday afternoon (cable guy said 5-8pm). Meanwhile, my sister dearest just sent me some money, so if I spend wisely (i.e. not eating out) then I should be able to stretch it to last me a week and a half or so. So until Wednesday, I guess none of you'll be hearing from me (Unless you phone... or bump into me on campus) =D
. . .Lots of water, two pieces of buttered toast for breakfast, more half-filtered water (my water filter isn't working so great) and 5 pieces of caramel "hei tang" (black candy?).
Day 2 (Monday)
. . .More half-filtered water, 4 pieces of buttered toast (thereby depleting my loaf of bread), and 398mL of Heinz alpha-ghetti.
Being on a public computer sucks. I don't get internet at home 'til Wendesday afternoon (cable guy said 5-8pm). Meanwhile, my sister dearest just sent me some money, so if I spend wisely (i.e. not eating out) then I should be able to stretch it to last me a week and a half or so. So until Wednesday, I guess none of you'll be hearing from me (Unless you phone... or bump into me on campus) =D
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