mood: meh, disappointed, aloof, and listless
music: the stillness that comes immediately before it snows
I don't really understand myself. And I haven't for the past few weeks, though I finally acknowledged it just recently. Classes are pretty much over, save for finals. Assuming I continue with how I'm doing, I'm getting a C+, B, and maybe A- in my classes. And I'm okay with that. Which just means another thing in my life shrugged away into history.
It feels like my motivation has been stolen somehow, some time ago, when I wasn't looking, probably in my sleep or something, like my wallet was, just recently. And the funny thing is that I'm not in a rush to get it back. I keep thinking that I'll get it back eventually, even though I know inside that the rest of my existence depends on my motivation to thrive, physically, mentally, intellectually, emotionally. There's just some sort of mental block that is keeping me from being at my fullest potential. Or something like that.
I just don't understand.
Did you notice how I'm not myself? I'm even capitalizing properly. Weird...
06 December, 2008
21 October, 2008
old facebook post: wo de shengri
mood: tired, confused, pensive but strangely content
music: me snoring in my room, late for class
this starts a series of posts from my facebook page. because I need more posts...
wo de shengri
Sunday, January 28, 2007 at 3:24pm
"It's the new year."
< sticks out finger in air >
< puts in mouth >
"Doesn't taste any different."
-Garfield comic strip
昨天是我的生日, sigh. (yesterday was my birthday, sigh). (I'm taking Chinese.) huzzahs and tai hao le's abound, now that I am nineteen, but it's been pretty blah so far. Thanks for all the people who have remembered it, though. But anyways, being nineteen doesn't feel all that special, at least when compared to such milestones as being 18 or 21 (or 20, for that matter), but I'll take it nonetheless. In other news...
< geek_content >
< loading John's Life v12.1.3...... >
Life# show life blips
Building configuration........
!Partial Credit wins Best Choreography at the ICCA quarterfinals in Orono, Maine.
!
!Genericon XX hits RPI campus; mass influx of geeks rationalizes takeovers of the DCC and half of the CII with activities such as D&D, LARPs, Killer Bunnies, the Eye of Argon, and constant Anime marathon.
!
!Troy, NY hits five below zero on a bitter, sleepless Friday night.
!
!John officially hates Chemistry 2 and Cell/Molecular Bio labs.
!
!Everyone on Roebling 3rd floor officially hates Physics 1.
!
!tommy boy still has not unpacked his stuff since moving in for the semester two weeks ago; aims to pick up where he left off, in all aspects, and targeting all senses.
!
!John hates Citibank for delaying his student loan application, and giving him such a high interest rate.
!
Life# config life
Life(config)# int work_stream 0/0
Life(config-if)# no shut
Life(config-if)#
^Z
Life#wr mem
(OK)
< /geek_content >
piu tardi, devo cominciare a lavorare e studiare.
///\\
/0-0\
| u |
|__ |
music: me snoring in my room, late for class
this starts a series of posts from my facebook page. because I need more posts...
wo de shengri
Sunday, January 28, 2007 at 3:24pm
"It's the new year."
< sticks out finger in air >
< puts in mouth >
"Doesn't taste any different."
-Garfield comic strip
昨天是我的生日, sigh. (yesterday was my birthday, sigh). (I'm taking Chinese.) huzzahs and tai hao le's abound, now that I am nineteen, but it's been pretty blah so far. Thanks for all the people who have remembered it, though. But anyways, being nineteen doesn't feel all that special, at least when compared to such milestones as being 18 or 21 (or 20, for that matter), but I'll take it nonetheless. In other news...
< geek_content >
< loading John's Life v12.1.3...... >
Life# show life blips
Building configuration........
!Partial Credit wins Best Choreography at the ICCA quarterfinals in Orono, Maine.
!
!Genericon XX hits RPI campus; mass influx of geeks rationalizes takeovers of the DCC and half of the CII with activities such as D&D, LARPs, Killer Bunnies, the Eye of Argon, and constant Anime marathon.
!
!Troy, NY hits five below zero on a bitter, sleepless Friday night.
!
!John officially hates Chemistry 2 and Cell/Molecular Bio labs.
!
!Everyone on Roebling 3rd floor officially hates Physics 1.
!
!tommy boy still has not unpacked his stuff since moving in for the semester two weeks ago; aims to pick up where he left off, in all aspects, and targeting all senses.
!
!John hates Citibank for delaying his student loan application, and giving him such a high interest rate.
!
Life# config life
Life(config)# int work_stream 0/0
Life(config-if)# no shut
Life(config-if)#
^Z
Life#wr mem
(OK)
< /geek_content >
piu tardi, devo cominciare a lavorare e studiare.
///\\
/0-0\
| u |
|__ |
01 October, 2008
let me try this blogging thing again...
mood: peeved and tired
music: rain falling on a tin roof
Hokay, it seems like I haven't been posting lately, even though I had pledged myself to do so on a more frequent basis; hence, why I am posting now. I might just be getting used to a more active posting schedule, or I could just be running out of ideas. Dunno. Here goes.
There has been quite a lot of commotion on campus for the past few weeks, intensifying in preparation for the grand, long-awaited opening of the publicity stunt that is EMPAC. Pathways have been paved over, bridges have been burned, random trees have been mercilessly and unceremoniously cut down to make room for college/park-o-topia, and relationships have been tested and stressed. Case in point: the other day, for no apparent reason, the powers that be have decided to cut down two beautiful trees in front of the Playhouse, leaving two bare, shameful stumps. And what do they put on top, just to make it look pretty? A pot of mums. WTF? Seriously, what gives? What sort of reason could one give to justify cutting down two valuable, beautiful trees that add to the appeal of campus, only to be replaced by a pot of mums? It also seems that whoever is commanding the selective decimation of trees has no sense of symmetry at all. I'm sure that any architecture person/visual arts person/appreciator of good design can attest to this. Without it, things appears out of proportion and imbalanced, creating a sense of unease in the viewer. Opposite of what EMPAC wants, but whatever.
In other news, classes are meh. I might drop physical chemistry, due to sheer laziness on my part. There is no final exam, so everything counts. And I have a nasty habit of not doing homework when it doesn't have to be handed in. My other classes are just dandy (if you have a sarcasm-o-meter, it would have gone off just now): biochemistry tests every other week, physics giving me grief two looooong nights a week, a cannon barrel doomed to fail, and organic chemistry actually being of interest this time around. Did I mention that there's a career fair coming up this weekend? And that I am petrified of career fairs?
By the way, I am planning to cart over my notes from facebook onto here, in a series of posts, very soon, when I have the time. I have organic chem lecture in eight, so I must close.
再見.
music: rain falling on a tin roof
Hokay, it seems like I haven't been posting lately, even though I had pledged myself to do so on a more frequent basis; hence, why I am posting now. I might just be getting used to a more active posting schedule, or I could just be running out of ideas. Dunno. Here goes.
There has been quite a lot of commotion on campus for the past few weeks, intensifying in preparation for the grand, long-awaited opening of the publicity stunt that is EMPAC. Pathways have been paved over, bridges have been burned, random trees have been mercilessly and unceremoniously cut down to make room for college/park-o-topia, and relationships have been tested and stressed. Case in point: the other day, for no apparent reason, the powers that be have decided to cut down two beautiful trees in front of the Playhouse, leaving two bare, shameful stumps. And what do they put on top, just to make it look pretty? A pot of mums. WTF? Seriously, what gives? What sort of reason could one give to justify cutting down two valuable, beautiful trees that add to the appeal of campus, only to be replaced by a pot of mums? It also seems that whoever is commanding the selective decimation of trees has no sense of symmetry at all. I'm sure that any architecture person/visual arts person/appreciator of good design can attest to this. Without it, things appears out of proportion and imbalanced, creating a sense of unease in the viewer. Opposite of what EMPAC wants, but whatever.
In other news, classes are meh. I might drop physical chemistry, due to sheer laziness on my part. There is no final exam, so everything counts. And I have a nasty habit of not doing homework when it doesn't have to be handed in. My other classes are just dandy (if you have a sarcasm-o-meter, it would have gone off just now): biochemistry tests every other week, physics giving me grief two looooong nights a week, a cannon barrel doomed to fail, and organic chemistry actually being of interest this time around. Did I mention that there's a career fair coming up this weekend? And that I am petrified of career fairs?
By the way, I am planning to cart over my notes from facebook onto here, in a series of posts, very soon, when I have the time. I have organic chem lecture in eight, so I must close.
再見.
15 September, 2008
into the swing of things
mood: (yawn) :-)
music: follow me - uncle kracker
Ahhh, nothing like some good yoga at 7am, facing the sunrise, after an all-nighter. It ushers in the day, and energizes the body into action and alertness. My view from the Phalanx room is stunning: dark clouds, from rains the night before, pass lazily by, creating cracks through which rays of sunshine diffuse and eventually break, casting daylight onto the old green trees, rustling lazily in the early fall breeze. Beautiful.
The school season has finally started. It had started weeks ago, but I knew it was in full force with the start of admissions tours: the daily passing of college-hopefuls, led by their knowledgeable, expert-at-walking-backwards tour guide dressed in RPI red, through the Quad and and around campus. Every time I see it, I can't help but sigh: that used to be me, a loooooong time ago.
Unfortunately for me, the year has finally kicked in- in my schedule's nuts. I am already swamped with stuff this early in the year: three tests this week, and at least one test every week for the next month or so. The first one, tomorrow, is physical chemistry, and I am not looking forward to it at all. The other two, biochemistry and organic chemistry, I can deal with, since they are of infinitely greater interest. But physical chemistry, I will never understand. I don't think I was ever made to understand thermodynamics or work with van der Waals gases or exact differentials or anything that fancy. Frankly, I'll be better off not worrying so much and just take life as it is.
Speaking of life, I really should start blogging more. I keep feeling that each entry should be some major work of literature, like it should be of yay length and revised multiple times. But that's not how it should be, and that's what I'll try to avoid from now on. Multiple shorter entries per week is what I am aiming for. Starting now.
再见。
music: follow me - uncle kracker
Ahhh, nothing like some good yoga at 7am, facing the sunrise, after an all-nighter. It ushers in the day, and energizes the body into action and alertness. My view from the Phalanx room is stunning: dark clouds, from rains the night before, pass lazily by, creating cracks through which rays of sunshine diffuse and eventually break, casting daylight onto the old green trees, rustling lazily in the early fall breeze. Beautiful.
The school season has finally started. It had started weeks ago, but I knew it was in full force with the start of admissions tours: the daily passing of college-hopefuls, led by their knowledgeable, expert-at-walking-backwards tour guide dressed in RPI red, through the Quad and and around campus. Every time I see it, I can't help but sigh: that used to be me, a loooooong time ago.
Unfortunately for me, the year has finally kicked in- in my schedule's nuts. I am already swamped with stuff this early in the year: three tests this week, and at least one test every week for the next month or so. The first one, tomorrow, is physical chemistry, and I am not looking forward to it at all. The other two, biochemistry and organic chemistry, I can deal with, since they are of infinitely greater interest. But physical chemistry, I will never understand. I don't think I was ever made to understand thermodynamics or work with van der Waals gases or exact differentials or anything that fancy. Frankly, I'll be better off not worrying so much and just take life as it is.
Speaking of life, I really should start blogging more. I keep feeling that each entry should be some major work of literature, like it should be of yay length and revised multiple times. But that's not how it should be, and that's what I'll try to avoid from now on. Multiple shorter entries per week is what I am aiming for. Starting now.
再见。
03 August, 2008
the summer, reflected
mood: content and rested
music: the crickets chirping outside my window on this warm summer night
the summer is finally winding down to an end. I've had a good restful time here at home, which was, honestly, what I needed after a busy time in college, which I know is definitely going to be a lot more difficult. through these days I've had a lot of time for myself: a lot of time to pursue smaller petty things like hobbies, a LOT of recovery sleep, and doing some thinking. overall, an uneventful summer by most people's standards, but a good one in my book.
the hobbies have kept me entertained and learning, which is my favorite activity in the world. (with learning, however, come mistakes, as I have all too well experienced.) I have done some reading and have discovered for myself what I have really known for years: fiction is dull. sure, there can be fiction that keeps you captivated enough to demand your eyes' attention for every waking moment, but for me, they are few and far between; I've kind of grown out of reading stories, and instead have come to relish the direct learning that only nonfiction can bestow. I must admit, however, that this stems from my scarring from english class: never has reading been more excruciating since the invention of reading a great piece of literature for useless "analysis" and "reflection," which, for me, involves taking lots of meaningless philosophies and literary terms out of my ass and bullshitting enough to make them seem revelationary, messianic and altogether snobbishly insightful. (to see what I mean, see xkcd #451.) but enough of my rant on english class...
on to cooking. I've conquered the first rite of passage of learning how to cook: I have made dinner for my family, all by myself! it was a simple meal of steak and potatoes, but I did it alone, completely unattended. finally. I have had my mistakes in cooking as well: burnt roux, bread fail, and undersalted everything, which, ironically, is the opposite of my mom's problem, which is making everything too salty. these mistakes, though, only make me want to experiment more in cooking and baking.
on to the garden. I'm sad to say that I don't spend as much time obsessing over the garden as I used to, due to my sleep schedule (I literally sleep the day away). I still try to preside over all things green in the garden, and I am constantly looking for ways to make it better; right now my plans are to move an 'endless summer' hydrangea to the front triangle to make it more visible and healthy, moving all my lilies around so they don't look like lone obelisks stuck willy-nilly in the most awkward places, and searching for inspiration for future garden plans. at the end of the day, all this commotion may leave everything looking like a hodgepodge of mismatched plants and all sorts of fail, but I am in the state of mind that a great garden takes time to develop, grow, and bloom, and that it takes a watchful eye, an active yet patient brain, and careful, loving hands, to create a masterpiece. for now, as the saying goes, God bless this mess.
on a different note, this summer was my first foray into the bleakening job market. I started out excited, determined to get a job by vigilantly combing the usual job haunts of the internet: craigslist, monster, careerbuilder, and indeed. the result? one short interview and no replies from anything. dejected, I gave up my search and pursued my passion of learning, i.e., spending days at the library (when I wasn't too lazy to walk) and watching "informative" television (mostly food network, documentaries, and LOTS of PBS). one book, in particular, has taught me a lot about finding a job and, ultimately, a good career: What Color is Your Parachute? by Richard Bolles. though my "efforts," I have learned a couple of things:
1. for maximum effectiveness, the job search should be approached, well, like a job. think about it: your hard, thorough efforts will net you good things like a career, money, benefits, and all-around security. the thoughtful writing and revision of resumes, cover letters and all sorts of prospective-employer correspondence can be thought of as a job that pays as much as hundreds of dollars an hour, because if done well, these efforts will net a job that pays thousands.
2. there are always jobs out there. for every person who loses a job, there is a job that opens. heck, if you talk to employers well enough, you can even convince them to create a new job for you! very groovy indeed.
3. it is better in the long run for yourself to pursue a career in your passions while you are still young. there will be times when money is tight and credit cards are a day-to-day necessity, but time will even out money issues and it will be more gratifying in the end.
4. network, network, network. it truly pays to know lots of people, for you never know who will just happen to know some bigwig in the one company you have been dying to get a job in. also, let everyone you know, well, know, that you are on the job hunt, because they may be able to refer you to good people and opportunities.
all this thinking has led me to my conclusion: I plan to seriously look into a career in horticulture and make decisions accordingly. I may still have my interests and skills in computers, but I must pursue what I truly love, lest I live the rest of my life regretting what I should have done. I'll start by asking around, meeting people, nurturing relationships, and finding out as much as I can about this field. baby steps, I will tell myself, baby steps.
speaking of sleep schedules, I must get to sleep. until next time, buona notte.
再見.
music: the crickets chirping outside my window on this warm summer night
the summer is finally winding down to an end. I've had a good restful time here at home, which was, honestly, what I needed after a busy time in college, which I know is definitely going to be a lot more difficult. through these days I've had a lot of time for myself: a lot of time to pursue smaller petty things like hobbies, a LOT of recovery sleep, and doing some thinking. overall, an uneventful summer by most people's standards, but a good one in my book.
the hobbies have kept me entertained and learning, which is my favorite activity in the world. (with learning, however, come mistakes, as I have all too well experienced.) I have done some reading and have discovered for myself what I have really known for years: fiction is dull. sure, there can be fiction that keeps you captivated enough to demand your eyes' attention for every waking moment, but for me, they are few and far between; I've kind of grown out of reading stories, and instead have come to relish the direct learning that only nonfiction can bestow. I must admit, however, that this stems from my scarring from english class: never has reading been more excruciating since the invention of reading a great piece of literature for useless "analysis" and "reflection," which, for me, involves taking lots of meaningless philosophies and literary terms out of my ass and bullshitting enough to make them seem revelationary, messianic and altogether snobbishly insightful. (to see what I mean, see xkcd #451.) but enough of my rant on english class...
on to cooking. I've conquered the first rite of passage of learning how to cook: I have made dinner for my family, all by myself! it was a simple meal of steak and potatoes, but I did it alone, completely unattended. finally. I have had my mistakes in cooking as well: burnt roux, bread fail, and undersalted everything, which, ironically, is the opposite of my mom's problem, which is making everything too salty. these mistakes, though, only make me want to experiment more in cooking and baking.
on to the garden. I'm sad to say that I don't spend as much time obsessing over the garden as I used to, due to my sleep schedule (I literally sleep the day away). I still try to preside over all things green in the garden, and I am constantly looking for ways to make it better; right now my plans are to move an 'endless summer' hydrangea to the front triangle to make it more visible and healthy, moving all my lilies around so they don't look like lone obelisks stuck willy-nilly in the most awkward places, and searching for inspiration for future garden plans. at the end of the day, all this commotion may leave everything looking like a hodgepodge of mismatched plants and all sorts of fail, but I am in the state of mind that a great garden takes time to develop, grow, and bloom, and that it takes a watchful eye, an active yet patient brain, and careful, loving hands, to create a masterpiece. for now, as the saying goes, God bless this mess.
on a different note, this summer was my first foray into the bleakening job market. I started out excited, determined to get a job by vigilantly combing the usual job haunts of the internet: craigslist, monster, careerbuilder, and indeed. the result? one short interview and no replies from anything. dejected, I gave up my search and pursued my passion of learning, i.e., spending days at the library (when I wasn't too lazy to walk) and watching "informative" television (mostly food network, documentaries, and LOTS of PBS). one book, in particular, has taught me a lot about finding a job and, ultimately, a good career: What Color is Your Parachute? by Richard Bolles. though my "efforts," I have learned a couple of things:
1. for maximum effectiveness, the job search should be approached, well, like a job. think about it: your hard, thorough efforts will net you good things like a career, money, benefits, and all-around security. the thoughtful writing and revision of resumes, cover letters and all sorts of prospective-employer correspondence can be thought of as a job that pays as much as hundreds of dollars an hour, because if done well, these efforts will net a job that pays thousands.
2. there are always jobs out there. for every person who loses a job, there is a job that opens. heck, if you talk to employers well enough, you can even convince them to create a new job for you! very groovy indeed.
3. it is better in the long run for yourself to pursue a career in your passions while you are still young. there will be times when money is tight and credit cards are a day-to-day necessity, but time will even out money issues and it will be more gratifying in the end.
4. network, network, network. it truly pays to know lots of people, for you never know who will just happen to know some bigwig in the one company you have been dying to get a job in. also, let everyone you know, well, know, that you are on the job hunt, because they may be able to refer you to good people and opportunities.
all this thinking has led me to my conclusion: I plan to seriously look into a career in horticulture and make decisions accordingly. I may still have my interests and skills in computers, but I must pursue what I truly love, lest I live the rest of my life regretting what I should have done. I'll start by asking around, meeting people, nurturing relationships, and finding out as much as I can about this field. baby steps, I will tell myself, baby steps.
speaking of sleep schedules, I must get to sleep. until next time, buona notte.
再見.
16 July, 2008
the summer of the diabetic vegetable
mood: listless, and tragically evoking pathos, yet anxious
music: the summer breeze blowing through the trees
Another summer vacation filled with nothing, as usual. Just sitting around the house, doing as I fancy, with nothing of remote merit accomplished. There was so much I wanted to have done, but nothing happened. Another disappointment, alas.
I had thought that this summer, it would be different. I imagined myself in a good job or internship, being one step closer to finding out what my purpose in life really is. I could be working on computers in some stuffy office setting, pretending to give a rat's ass about working with computers for the rest of my life, knowing deep down that it isn't really what I want to do; alas, I haven't that luxury. I scoured craigslist for jobs that would at least take me somewhere, but to no avail; eventually, I lost interest in the pursuit, and did a mental about-face to the wall, resigning myself to counting down the weeks until my return. Pathetic, eh?
Now, I believe the only way that I can possibly salvage this botch-up of a summer is to learn from my mistakes and try to improve myself. I've been trying to get back into the habit of reading; I'm a bit surprised that I'm reading all nonfiction these days. Also, I've been trying to nurture my green thumb again: my isolation from gardening and working with the elements has left my green thumb ill and in sad shape; I'm afraid that I might not even like gardening as much as I used to. I shudder to think. Anyway, I've finally gotten myself into the mentality that I have to exercise, or I'll end up a disabled, incorrigible diabetic, hospitalized for a whole slew of problems, stemming mostly from a case of diabetes enraged by swift kicks to the nuts from fatty, salty foods and a lifetime of utter scorn for exercise. It's caused me to be more self-conscious about my health, lest I fall prey to my inherited diabetic, hypertensive, and general cardiac-malaise genes.
Looks like I've got work to do. Unfortunately, the slacker and master procrastinator in me wants to veg out and do some more tuning-out for as long as the summer allows. On the other hand, my guilty side wants to kick my ass about being so sedentary this summer. I think I'll let the two duke it out for a bit, while I indulge in a siesta.
再见。
music: the summer breeze blowing through the trees
Another summer vacation filled with nothing, as usual. Just sitting around the house, doing as I fancy, with nothing of remote merit accomplished. There was so much I wanted to have done, but nothing happened. Another disappointment, alas.
I had thought that this summer, it would be different. I imagined myself in a good job or internship, being one step closer to finding out what my purpose in life really is. I could be working on computers in some stuffy office setting, pretending to give a rat's ass about working with computers for the rest of my life, knowing deep down that it isn't really what I want to do; alas, I haven't that luxury. I scoured craigslist for jobs that would at least take me somewhere, but to no avail; eventually, I lost interest in the pursuit, and did a mental about-face to the wall, resigning myself to counting down the weeks until my return. Pathetic, eh?
Now, I believe the only way that I can possibly salvage this botch-up of a summer is to learn from my mistakes and try to improve myself. I've been trying to get back into the habit of reading; I'm a bit surprised that I'm reading all nonfiction these days. Also, I've been trying to nurture my green thumb again: my isolation from gardening and working with the elements has left my green thumb ill and in sad shape; I'm afraid that I might not even like gardening as much as I used to. I shudder to think. Anyway, I've finally gotten myself into the mentality that I have to exercise, or I'll end up a disabled, incorrigible diabetic, hospitalized for a whole slew of problems, stemming mostly from a case of diabetes enraged by swift kicks to the nuts from fatty, salty foods and a lifetime of utter scorn for exercise. It's caused me to be more self-conscious about my health, lest I fall prey to my inherited diabetic, hypertensive, and general cardiac-malaise genes.
Looks like I've got work to do. Unfortunately, the slacker and master procrastinator in me wants to veg out and do some more tuning-out for as long as the summer allows. On the other hand, my guilty side wants to kick my ass about being so sedentary this summer. I think I'll let the two duke it out for a bit, while I indulge in a siesta.
再见。
01 June, 2008
the un-triumphant return home
mood: anxious, restless, but strangely happy, for the most part
music: "free" phish
I'm home again. I'm not that surprised, as I was honestly still apprehensive and worried about my first summer away from home and family. I was expecting my summer job on campus to be a good, productive one, but life has taken me in a different direction. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. And I actually couldn't be happier now, that is, unless I had a job. ^_^
My vices and character have gotten the best of me, and I can attest to this via firsthand experience: I crapped out on my job, and it crapped out on me. I always suspected the job to be not for me; I myself was surprised that I was even considered in the first place, given the way I am. If you've ever met me, you'll find out that I'm very mellow, relaxed, and, frankly, lazy. The latter has caused this, ahem, destined detour for the summer. In all honesty, I lost my job for not remembering something important, and blissfully sleeping instead, unaware of my blunder until way too late. Oh well. Now, for the time being, I plan to do what I can to do something of substance this summer, and trust that God has a plan for me which involves taking lots of detours and hairpin curves.
For the longest time I thought that I was a lot better off alone, on my own, doing my own thing, not to be bothered by my family, but always knowing that they were always behind me for support. You see, I come from a very close, traditional, Asian family with a Filipino twist, the type that stresses such things as everyone eating dinner together with the table positioned so we could watch American Idol/Dancing with the Stars/CSI/some Korean drama or some other miscellaneous fodder on the teevee. A part of me wanted to go out and make my parents proud by living my life to its fullest, something that my parents have made lots of sacrifices for. However, a part of me has always been tied to my home and my family: the experiences, the people, the love, and the general feeling of being at home; and it has taken the loss of a job for me to re-remember that.
Anyway, I've already started applying (nay! this close to summer, it's more like begging) for jobs. I don't know what seriously applying for jobs is like yet, for I unfortunately have no experience in the whole job process. Again, oh well. Let the summer of scrounging begin!
music: "free" phish
I'm home again. I'm not that surprised, as I was honestly still apprehensive and worried about my first summer away from home and family. I was expecting my summer job on campus to be a good, productive one, but life has taken me in a different direction. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. And I actually couldn't be happier now, that is, unless I had a job. ^_^
My vices and character have gotten the best of me, and I can attest to this via firsthand experience: I crapped out on my job, and it crapped out on me. I always suspected the job to be not for me; I myself was surprised that I was even considered in the first place, given the way I am. If you've ever met me, you'll find out that I'm very mellow, relaxed, and, frankly, lazy. The latter has caused this, ahem, destined detour for the summer. In all honesty, I lost my job for not remembering something important, and blissfully sleeping instead, unaware of my blunder until way too late. Oh well. Now, for the time being, I plan to do what I can to do something of substance this summer, and trust that God has a plan for me which involves taking lots of detours and hairpin curves.
For the longest time I thought that I was a lot better off alone, on my own, doing my own thing, not to be bothered by my family, but always knowing that they were always behind me for support. You see, I come from a very close, traditional, Asian family with a Filipino twist, the type that stresses such things as everyone eating dinner together with the table positioned so we could watch American Idol/Dancing with the Stars/CSI/some Korean drama or some other miscellaneous fodder on the teevee. A part of me wanted to go out and make my parents proud by living my life to its fullest, something that my parents have made lots of sacrifices for. However, a part of me has always been tied to my home and my family: the experiences, the people, the love, and the general feeling of being at home; and it has taken the loss of a job for me to re-remember that.
Anyway, I've already started applying (nay! this close to summer, it's more like begging) for jobs. I don't know what seriously applying for jobs is like yet, for I unfortunately have no experience in the whole job process. Again, oh well. Let the summer of scrounging begin!
14 May, 2008
summer ahead
mood: stuffed up due to allergies :-(, otherwise eh
music: Lux Aeterna, by Gyorgy Ligeti
I'm finally into summer mode. School ended two weeks ago, my job on campus just started, leaving me with many daytime hours to mess with as I please; this will ultimately boil down to sleeping in all day and watching anime all night, or something along those lines.
School ended with my only final, Molecular Biology (enough to get me a C, without trying too hard). I ended up with a 3.1 GPA, so I'm still set for getting into graduate school, sad as that may be. On that note, I still have no idea what to do with my life post-undergrad. I have a couple of options in mind: a job in the IT industry (if I can get it) in networking, PC support or sysadmin, a job gardening, or grad studies in food science or horticulture/plant science. (For all I know, I could end up living on a street corner somewhere singing "Caro mio ben" for sustenance.) I feel that I really should have a definite idea of where I will be going by now (HALFWAY through my undergrad already), but I guess I'll have to see where I'll ultimately end up.
My room is cold today, for they had to shut off the steam and hot water to do some cleaning. At the very least, it's aggravated my allergies; at worst, it's made me sick and waste my precious supply of tissues. My nose and sinuses are almost raw from constant sneezing, and I almost feel too sick to go outside.
What's wrong with me? Just a few months before, I easily braved subfreezing temperatures wearing nothing but a hoodie, shorts, and flip-flops; now, I can barely keep warm (much less breathe clearly) in bed. I think all this has got to do with my remoteness from my main element, the ground. A year earlier, I relished the spring by taking long walks around campus, seeing everything in bloom: first crocuses, then daffodils, azaleas, tulips, dogwoods, even sneaking a munch on some pansy petals. This year, for some odd reason, I didn't want winter to end: I cursed the growth around me, yearning for the chill of winter. I might just be spending too much time in college, I guess. Without a garden of my own, I have no motivation to welcome the seasons. My many small potted plants scattered around my room will not suffice: I really need to just get my hands dirty in the ground, feeling and smelling it, reconnecting back to nature. Unfortunately, that's hard to do on a college campus, much less one in a city. Hopefully the summer ahead will provide opportunities for me to reconnect.
In other news, I have finally started cooking! I experimented with making bagels and other stuff. The bagels were a bit small and light for regular bagels, but I got the method down, and realized that it's much easier than making a baguette. [note to self: get a pizza stone.] I also made lots of miso soup using real miso paste. While yummy, I think it might have also aggravated my system a bit, so I'll stay away for a while. I found a good Asian store in (not-so-) nearby Albany, and picked up some stuff, while noticing other unusual items: frozen Christine's pan de sal, lots of kinds of furikake, buckets of kimchi, and an entire (albeit short) aisle of kitchen utensils and ceramic dishes. 那太好了！ Later on I plan to make lots of dishes that I ate at home, all from scratch: pasta, mung bean soup, chicken soup, soothing chicken congee, and even things like egg rolls, sui mai, and siu bao. I can't wait!
I'm still working on getting a camera, but one matter is indeed more pressing to me: getting a bike. I've always wanted one since I moved in my freshman year, and was surprised how many do not have one. It may be because it's another burden to worry about, muggin it back and forth, maintenance, parking, and making sure it doesn't get stolen (which unfortunately happens often), but I am resigned to get one. I have yet to shop around for one, in fear of sticker shock: I have a rather low budget (~$200 or so), and I expect the prices to be in the order of at least $300, which has me worried. I know the bikes at the nearby Walmart are cheap, but they're also cheap: I don't want my bike to suddenly die on me on my way to a test; that's why I stay far away.
All in all, a lot to look forward to for the summer. I hope it greets me with blessings of health, good fortune, and good luck! Till next time, hasta luego!
music: Lux Aeterna, by Gyorgy Ligeti
I'm finally into summer mode. School ended two weeks ago, my job on campus just started, leaving me with many daytime hours to mess with as I please; this will ultimately boil down to sleeping in all day and watching anime all night, or something along those lines.
School ended with my only final, Molecular Biology (enough to get me a C, without trying too hard). I ended up with a 3.1 GPA, so I'm still set for getting into graduate school, sad as that may be. On that note, I still have no idea what to do with my life post-undergrad. I have a couple of options in mind: a job in the IT industry (if I can get it) in networking, PC support or sysadmin, a job gardening, or grad studies in food science or horticulture/plant science. (For all I know, I could end up living on a street corner somewhere singing "Caro mio ben" for sustenance.) I feel that I really should have a definite idea of where I will be going by now (HALFWAY through my undergrad already), but I guess I'll have to see where I'll ultimately end up.
My room is cold today, for they had to shut off the steam and hot water to do some cleaning. At the very least, it's aggravated my allergies; at worst, it's made me sick and waste my precious supply of tissues. My nose and sinuses are almost raw from constant sneezing, and I almost feel too sick to go outside.
What's wrong with me? Just a few months before, I easily braved subfreezing temperatures wearing nothing but a hoodie, shorts, and flip-flops; now, I can barely keep warm (much less breathe clearly) in bed. I think all this has got to do with my remoteness from my main element, the ground. A year earlier, I relished the spring by taking long walks around campus, seeing everything in bloom: first crocuses, then daffodils, azaleas, tulips, dogwoods, even sneaking a munch on some pansy petals. This year, for some odd reason, I didn't want winter to end: I cursed the growth around me, yearning for the chill of winter. I might just be spending too much time in college, I guess. Without a garden of my own, I have no motivation to welcome the seasons. My many small potted plants scattered around my room will not suffice: I really need to just get my hands dirty in the ground, feeling and smelling it, reconnecting back to nature. Unfortunately, that's hard to do on a college campus, much less one in a city. Hopefully the summer ahead will provide opportunities for me to reconnect.
In other news, I have finally started cooking! I experimented with making bagels and other stuff. The bagels were a bit small and light for regular bagels, but I got the method down, and realized that it's much easier than making a baguette. [note to self: get a pizza stone.] I also made lots of miso soup using real miso paste. While yummy, I think it might have also aggravated my system a bit, so I'll stay away for a while. I found a good Asian store in (not-so-) nearby Albany, and picked up some stuff, while noticing other unusual items: frozen Christine's pan de sal, lots of kinds of furikake, buckets of kimchi, and an entire (albeit short) aisle of kitchen utensils and ceramic dishes. 那太好了！ Later on I plan to make lots of dishes that I ate at home, all from scratch: pasta, mung bean soup, chicken soup, soothing chicken congee, and even things like egg rolls, sui mai, and siu bao. I can't wait!
I'm still working on getting a camera, but one matter is indeed more pressing to me: getting a bike. I've always wanted one since I moved in my freshman year, and was surprised how many do not have one. It may be because it's another burden to worry about, muggin it back and forth, maintenance, parking, and making sure it doesn't get stolen (which unfortunately happens often), but I am resigned to get one. I have yet to shop around for one, in fear of sticker shock: I have a rather low budget (~$200 or so), and I expect the prices to be in the order of at least $300, which has me worried. I know the bikes at the nearby Walmart are cheap, but they're also cheap: I don't want my bike to suddenly die on me on my way to a test; that's why I stay far away.
All in all, a lot to look forward to for the summer. I hope it greets me with blessings of health, good fortune, and good luck! Till next time, hasta luego!
17 April, 2008
it's been a while...
"you can sleep when you're dead." -amy
song stuck in my head: "dick in a box" (I have no idea)
condition: tired but hopeful
it has been a long while since my last post... I found that I had absolutely no time to do any blogging the past few weeks. anyway...
lots of things happening this week and stuff. classes are about to end, fraternity hell week is in full swing, I am stretched far and wide schedule-wise as usual, and sleep is not had. I really wished that I had applied to internships for this summer, but somehow I never got around to it: it was one of those things that you absolutely mean to do at the earliest convenience, but never get around to do so. I had been looking at a few for the New York City departments for functions from gardening to all-around IT guy to hospital lab detainee... er, "technician," but I never even gave them the hour or so they needed to give me any chance. I believe that it's probably too late to anything about them, anyway. besides that, I applied for a summer campus job, but it's probably not going to come through.
I'm fully aware that I'm blogging as "constructive procrastination," when I really should be doing some *overdue* molecular biology homework or the next organic chemistry lab or something along those lines (or sleep). I'm lucky that I didn't have to go through today's onslaught of the OCHEM II EXAM 3.... one of the pledges is ever so constantly stressed out, but I've never seen anyone so stressed out as she was the days immediately before the exam. I'm sure everyone cried themselves to sweet, sweet slumber (especially the premeds) when the exam ended. I've been hearing lots about the course from the unfortunate stalwarts (i.e., commitment escalators) since the day lots of people (including myself) dropped it: an entire chapter presented in one-and-a-half lectures; ever more difficult, intense material; absolute dumbfoundedness, even from the premeds-- the list goes on. I still feel a bit of regret from dropping the course, primarily because I'm leaving Amy alone in the class, and because my o-chem skills have unfortunately atrophied since then, leaving my lab grade in the pits. at least the year is almost over.
one thing I've been thinking about lately is whether I would have turned out fine had I become an engineer. I think I could survive the intro engineering classes: because of physics, I would probably like IEA; I've done some exploring into 3D graphics, so I might like CAD; I've heard a lot about PD1; and lots of non-engineers take Processes (aka metal shop) and embedded control anyway. an engineer friend of mine told me I'd make a good civil engineer, because I like to work with my hands. after my most recent overnight trip to this perfect place in the Catskills, I think I'd be best suited to environmental engineering: a strange choice, since it's being phased out here. regardless, a drastic change of majors at my stage of the game would probably be difficult, but I can dream...
hell week is in full swing, and this time I'm (partially) in control. it's still extremely stressful for everyone, but at least I'm not the one being tested and brought up to a vote. as a pledge, my job was to explain to people that I was a creature of values, a firm believer -nay- the true essence of LFS, and a good fit in the organization, as opposed to a bad hermit who kicks people's dogs and stalks people. now my job is to make sure that the pledges are friends, leaders, and servants (as well as servant-leaders, but that's for them to find on their own), and thus making them good fits for the organization. some brothers will inevitably disagree over some pledges, thus creating time-sucking conflicts that are not very well appreciated by all. I'm sure my older brothers had a tough time with my pledge class: first of all there were TWELVE of us (for our chapter, that's a good amount), and then I'm sure they had their personal gripes with some of us, which is then aggravated by the voting system. the net result: an all-day meeting from HELL, which is kinda appropriate as the end of hell week, don't you think? the net product of it all is a whole lot of headaches for everyone involved, brother and pledge alike, pledges because of draining philosophical talks, and brothers because of debating over and discussing pledges.
sigh
as I have drained my brain reserves for the day, I really should get to sleep.
再見你門.
song stuck in my head: "dick in a box" (I have no idea)
condition: tired but hopeful
it has been a long while since my last post... I found that I had absolutely no time to do any blogging the past few weeks. anyway...
lots of things happening this week and stuff. classes are about to end, fraternity hell week is in full swing, I am stretched far and wide schedule-wise as usual, and sleep is not had. I really wished that I had applied to internships for this summer, but somehow I never got around to it: it was one of those things that you absolutely mean to do at the earliest convenience, but never get around to do so. I had been looking at a few for the New York City departments for functions from gardening to all-around IT guy to hospital lab detainee... er, "technician," but I never even gave them the hour or so they needed to give me any chance. I believe that it's probably too late to anything about them, anyway. besides that, I applied for a summer campus job, but it's probably not going to come through.
I'm fully aware that I'm blogging as "constructive procrastination," when I really should be doing some *overdue* molecular biology homework or the next organic chemistry lab or something along those lines (or sleep). I'm lucky that I didn't have to go through today's onslaught of the OCHEM II EXAM 3.... one of the pledges is ever so constantly stressed out, but I've never seen anyone so stressed out as she was the days immediately before the exam. I'm sure everyone cried themselves to sweet, sweet slumber (especially the premeds) when the exam ended. I've been hearing lots about the course from the unfortunate stalwarts (i.e., commitment escalators) since the day lots of people (including myself) dropped it: an entire chapter presented in one-and-a-half lectures; ever more difficult, intense material; absolute dumbfoundedness, even from the premeds-- the list goes on. I still feel a bit of regret from dropping the course, primarily because I'm leaving Amy alone in the class, and because my o-chem skills have unfortunately atrophied since then, leaving my lab grade in the pits. at least the year is almost over.
one thing I've been thinking about lately is whether I would have turned out fine had I become an engineer. I think I could survive the intro engineering classes: because of physics, I would probably like IEA; I've done some exploring into 3D graphics, so I might like CAD; I've heard a lot about PD1; and lots of non-engineers take Processes (aka metal shop) and embedded control anyway. an engineer friend of mine told me I'd make a good civil engineer, because I like to work with my hands. after my most recent overnight trip to this perfect place in the Catskills, I think I'd be best suited to environmental engineering: a strange choice, since it's being phased out here. regardless, a drastic change of majors at my stage of the game would probably be difficult, but I can dream...
hell week is in full swing, and this time I'm (partially) in control. it's still extremely stressful for everyone, but at least I'm not the one being tested and brought up to a vote. as a pledge, my job was to explain to people that I was a creature of values, a firm believer -nay- the true essence of LFS, and a good fit in the organization, as opposed to a bad hermit who kicks people's dogs and stalks people. now my job is to make sure that the pledges are friends, leaders, and servants (as well as servant-leaders, but that's for them to find on their own), and thus making them good fits for the organization. some brothers will inevitably disagree over some pledges, thus creating time-sucking conflicts that are not very well appreciated by all. I'm sure my older brothers had a tough time with my pledge class: first of all there were TWELVE of us (for our chapter, that's a good amount), and then I'm sure they had their personal gripes with some of us, which is then aggravated by the voting system. the net result: an all-day meeting from HELL, which is kinda appropriate as the end of hell week, don't you think? the net product of it all is a whole lot of headaches for everyone involved, brother and pledge alike, pledges because of draining philosophical talks, and brothers because of debating over and discussing pledges.
sigh
as I have drained my brain reserves for the day, I really should get to sleep.
再見你門.
02 March, 2008
green thumb sunday
my first one in a while, I know... I need to get back in the habit of blogging.
just as a journal entry for my dorm room plants: they're doing okay. some brown, crust edges (from winter break babysitting - they were not under my care), spider mites (aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggg! spider mites! I've never had to deal with them before), and some weird discolorations, but everything is surviving okay in the RPI dorms (surprisingly).
I'm also trying to edit my sad-looking cellphone camera pictures in photoshop, but I suck at it, so bear with me if they look, well, strange.
my windowsill. left to right: geranium (magenta; hasn't bloomed in a while; getting crusty), a couple of calla lilies (just about a month and a half since I planted them), and a gardenia (spider mites, looking a bit pale at the edges). so far, okay; at least they're still alive...
a peek at a corner of my desk. a small pothos, and a small dumbcane, still somewhat shy in coloration, unlike the pothos next to it. two small pots to the right are garlic chives and a small calla lily (just planted)
a syngonium peeking out from my desk. (it's getting kinda tall)
a look at my pegboard wall (the awesomest wall for dorm rooms IMHO) and a monstera that is a tad too shy to start splitting its leaves. it's been through a lot, especially when I wasn't around: it lost a couple of leaves during winter break, and so I'm trying to nurture it back to health.
a snake plant in a paper cup. now that's dorm room gardening.
hopefully they'll all be alright. I've been spending lots of nights at the union lately, and spring break is coming up fast, so I won't always be there to take care of them.
but yay! they're alive!
Join
just as a journal entry for my dorm room plants: they're doing okay. some brown, crust edges (from winter break babysitting - they were not under my care), spider mites (aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggg! spider mites! I've never had to deal with them before), and some weird discolorations, but everything is surviving okay in the RPI dorms (surprisingly).
I'm also trying to edit my sad-looking cellphone camera pictures in photoshop, but I suck at it, so bear with me if they look, well, strange.
my windowsill. left to right: geranium (magenta; hasn't bloomed in a while; getting crusty), a couple of calla lilies (just about a month and a half since I planted them), and a gardenia (spider mites, looking a bit pale at the edges). so far, okay; at least they're still alive...
a peek at a corner of my desk. a small pothos, and a small dumbcane, still somewhat shy in coloration, unlike the pothos next to it. two small pots to the right are garlic chives and a small calla lily (just planted)
a syngonium peeking out from my desk. (it's getting kinda tall)
a look at my pegboard wall (the awesomest wall for dorm rooms IMHO) and a monstera that is a tad too shy to start splitting its leaves. it's been through a lot, especially when I wasn't around: it lost a couple of leaves during winter break, and so I'm trying to nurture it back to health.
a snake plant in a paper cup. now that's dorm room gardening.hopefully they'll all be alright. I've been spending lots of nights at the union lately, and spring break is coming up fast, so I won't always be there to take care of them.
but yay! they're alive!
22 February, 2008
snows of discontent
music of the day: "boston" augustana
it snowed today.
I was up all night studying for a molec bio test (which I bombed, just like drugs test hours before). It started out great: a gig at a nice, comfortable bar with lots of free food and music. I resigned myself to staying up all night to study, in addition to doing 2 ochem postlabs. I stumbled clumsily through what little I did; then I decided to take an hour-long nap.
that's when the snow started.
I woke up at 6 and wanted to get a snack, so in the office I go... only to end up vacuuming it in a fit of near rage because it was so #@!%$ up. (I can only imagine what it's like now.) Then another nap, only because I was so exhausted.
the snow started piling up. i step outside.
Woke up almost late to my exam, with not one Planck-sized iota of studying done. Stumbled through this one as well, only to make stuff up as I go, hoping for bonus point for making Wen the TA laugh because of how bad my test is.
some of it melted into slush.
Ochem lecture next: totally lost as usual; some aromatic crap with lots of hexagons. My mantra: almost there, almost to the horizon....
my favorite suede shoes got wet.
Lab finally came. Postlab never quite done, as per the (hopefully) new usual. Same old people, in their irritating ways. TAs trying to be friendly out of pity for me. Cold, steely, mean. Annoying, narcissistic. I'm-so-much-better-than-you.
snow piles on my shoulders. i trudge on, my feet dragging in the snow.
I got lost for the first time: a heavy precipitate was expected (aspirin, actually), but I got less than a gram, which only shrank to a measly quarter of a gram. I had absolutely no idea what to do. Last one to "finish," as usual. Pity help from the TAs. I trudge out, exhausted in so many ways.
covered in snow, I finally drop to the ground and lie in warmth, peace, and quiet.
I tried not to let any of the day show on my demeanor through all this, for it is but a Lenten sacrifice that must be kept hidden from the world. Personally, I could sleep until Easter, for all everyone cares.
and still the snow falls.
再見.
it snowed today.
I was up all night studying for a molec bio test (which I bombed, just like drugs test hours before). It started out great: a gig at a nice, comfortable bar with lots of free food and music. I resigned myself to staying up all night to study, in addition to doing 2 ochem postlabs. I stumbled clumsily through what little I did; then I decided to take an hour-long nap.
that's when the snow started.
I woke up at 6 and wanted to get a snack, so in the office I go... only to end up vacuuming it in a fit of near rage because it was so #@!%$ up. (I can only imagine what it's like now.) Then another nap, only because I was so exhausted.
the snow started piling up. i step outside.
Woke up almost late to my exam, with not one Planck-sized iota of studying done. Stumbled through this one as well, only to make stuff up as I go, hoping for bonus point for making Wen the TA laugh because of how bad my test is.
some of it melted into slush.
Ochem lecture next: totally lost as usual; some aromatic crap with lots of hexagons. My mantra: almost there, almost to the horizon....
my favorite suede shoes got wet.
Lab finally came. Postlab never quite done, as per the (hopefully) new usual. Same old people, in their irritating ways. TAs trying to be friendly out of pity for me. Cold, steely, mean. Annoying, narcissistic. I'm-so-much-better-than-you.
snow piles on my shoulders. i trudge on, my feet dragging in the snow.
I got lost for the first time: a heavy precipitate was expected (aspirin, actually), but I got less than a gram, which only shrank to a measly quarter of a gram. I had absolutely no idea what to do. Last one to "finish," as usual. Pity help from the TAs. I trudge out, exhausted in so many ways.
covered in snow, I finally drop to the ground and lie in warmth, peace, and quiet.
I tried not to let any of the day show on my demeanor through all this, for it is but a Lenten sacrifice that must be kept hidden from the world. Personally, I could sleep until Easter, for all everyone cares.
and still the snow falls.
再見.
15 February, 2008
the hunt
!@#$*&ing capitalism.
here's what I'm doing: I'm on woot, constantly refreshing the main page due to the wootoff. thousands of people everywhere are doing the exact same thing I'm doing now: sending mass amounts of HTTP GETs to the woot servers, bogging them down and clogging the internets. also, I'm inadvertently massacre-ing mass amounts of time just waiting for someone to buy the current cheapo, useless item just to see what's next, doing nothing but pounding the refresh button as I do so.
[refresh]
grrr....
[refresh]
grrr....
[refresh]
buy the thing, dammit!
[refresh]
yay!!!.... aww, do not want....
[refresh]
boo....
[refresh]
repeat ad nauseam.
all the while, I'm skipping out on having dinner, sleeping, homework, and anything productive. yay capitalism...
再見.
here's what I'm doing: I'm on woot, constantly refreshing the main page due to the wootoff. thousands of people everywhere are doing the exact same thing I'm doing now: sending mass amounts of HTTP GETs to the woot servers, bogging them down and clogging the internets. also, I'm inadvertently massacre-ing mass amounts of time just waiting for someone to buy the current cheapo, useless item just to see what's next, doing nothing but pounding the refresh button as I do so.
[refresh]
grrr....
[refresh]
grrr....
[refresh]
buy the thing, dammit!
[refresh]
yay!!!.... aww, do not want....
[refresh]
boo....
[refresh]
repeat ad nauseam.
all the while, I'm skipping out on having dinner, sleeping, homework, and anything productive. yay capitalism...
再見.
14 February, 2008
schedule
how's this for a messed-up day-to-day college week:
monday.
up all night because of physics homework due at 7am, so take a nap until noon
work at noon until 3, lunch, class 4-7:50pm (nearby dining hall closes 8pm)
dinner, random stuff (procrastination), stay up to do molecular bio homework, napping as necessary in apo office
tuesday.
hopefully got some sleep, wake up (hopefully) for class 10am-1pm
office hour, then work, dinner at 5, then concert choir, a cappella 6:30-11pm
freakin' crash due to all-nighter the previous night
wednesday.
wake up (hopefully) for class at noon, work at 1, class 4-6pm
dinner, procrastination, stay up all night doing physics homework (due at 7am), napping as necessary in apo office
thursday.
same as monday, except no dinner because a cappella 8-10pm, and stay up(hopefully) to do organic chem formal postlab due at 1pm friday, in addition to molec bio work
friday.
up all night doing (mostly) o-chem lab, class 10am-1pm
lab 1-4pm (with me trying not to spill or break anything while working fast as I can)
freakin' crash (theoretically) after dinner, or stay up anyway doing random crap
saturday.
absolutely random crap: sleep in until the afternoon, then do no work until sunday
sunday.
sleep in until 3 or so, dinner, a cappella 5-7pm, apo meeting 7-8pm
hang in apo office for a while, then stay up doing physics homework (due at 7am)
yeah. that's my schedule. I hardly see my dorm (much less my roommate) during the week, because we're either away for class or sleeping (or away sleeping, in some cases). at least I have the whole thing down in my mind as routine; I hope, however, that my body will soon follow, or else I'll doze off during lecture and risk being thrown out (yes, I actually have that kind of professor, even in big lecture halls).
I just hope I can survive the onslaught of work given to me every week, while balancing extracurriculars, the health of my plants, and the all-important sleep. anyway, according to my schedule, I have to finish physics homework.
再見。
monday.
up all night because of physics homework due at 7am, so take a nap until noon
work at noon until 3, lunch, class 4-7:50pm (nearby dining hall closes 8pm)
dinner, random stuff (procrastination), stay up to do molecular bio homework, napping as necessary in apo office
tuesday.
hopefully got some sleep, wake up (hopefully) for class 10am-1pm
office hour, then work, dinner at 5, then concert choir, a cappella 6:30-11pm
freakin' crash due to all-nighter the previous night
wednesday.
wake up (hopefully) for class at noon, work at 1, class 4-6pm
dinner, procrastination, stay up all night doing physics homework (due at 7am), napping as necessary in apo office
thursday.
same as monday, except no dinner because a cappella 8-10pm, and stay up(hopefully) to do organic chem formal postlab due at 1pm friday, in addition to molec bio work
friday.
up all night doing (mostly) o-chem lab, class 10am-1pm
lab 1-4pm (with me trying not to spill or break anything while working fast as I can)
freakin' crash (theoretically) after dinner, or stay up anyway doing random crap
saturday.
absolutely random crap: sleep in until the afternoon, then do no work until sunday
sunday.
sleep in until 3 or so, dinner, a cappella 5-7pm, apo meeting 7-8pm
hang in apo office for a while, then stay up doing physics homework (due at 7am)
yeah. that's my schedule. I hardly see my dorm (much less my roommate) during the week, because we're either away for class or sleeping (or away sleeping, in some cases). at least I have the whole thing down in my mind as routine; I hope, however, that my body will soon follow, or else I'll doze off during lecture and risk being thrown out (yes, I actually have that kind of professor, even in big lecture halls).
I just hope I can survive the onslaught of work given to me every week, while balancing extracurriculars, the health of my plants, and the all-important sleep. anyway, according to my schedule, I have to finish physics homework.
再見。
25 January, 2008
第二十生日
(if the title looks like garbled stuff, you don't have chinese characters enabled in your browser, or in your head. just so you know.)
woohoo! I'm turning 20 in less than 2 days!
ok. now that that's out of my system, let's get back to business.
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the generic geek convention hits campus. I was anticipating it for a while, thinking it would be what it was least year... but, unfortunately, no dice. I've probably changed since then. like one of my woot! shirts say, "oh well." watching everyone all dressed up in all sorts of absurdness is always quite amusing.
!
the semester has already started. I'm only taking sixteen credits, but they're all intense in their own ways. for instance, my nemesis: physics. I've never had quite a good background in physics, due to my not-so-ideal high school experience with physics. I chickened out of it last semester, so I had to suck it up and take it now. here's hoping I don't bomb it as badly as I did organic chemistry last semester!
!
apo this semester will be interesting. as office manager, I gotta deal with everything in the life of the chapter that is office-related, including pretty much our most lucrative source of income, which, historically, people have managed to do a really good job messing up and making my tenure all the more interesting. in my first two weeks alone, I've had to deal with the repercussions of a computer failure that occurred a YEAR ago. but I have high hopes, and a longer to-do list of crap that I have to get done. but hey, at least proctoring office finals turned out to be a lot more fun that I thought!
!
yeah, I'm turning 20. so what? I don't get to do anything special, other that add a one to the tens digit and subtract nine from the ones. I'll celebrate in the traditional filipino fashion by going to church and attempting to smell what being 20 smells like.
!
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excuse me while I do absolutely no work on my birthday, as usual.
woohoo! I'm turning 20 in less than 2 days!
ok. now that that's out of my system, let's get back to business.
Life# show blips verbose | plain-english
compiling blips...
englishifying...
!
the generic geek convention hits campus. I was anticipating it for a while, thinking it would be what it was least year... but, unfortunately, no dice. I've probably changed since then. like one of my woot! shirts say, "oh well." watching everyone all dressed up in all sorts of absurdness is always quite amusing.
!
the semester has already started. I'm only taking sixteen credits, but they're all intense in their own ways. for instance, my nemesis: physics. I've never had quite a good background in physics, due to my not-so-ideal high school experience with physics. I chickened out of it last semester, so I had to suck it up and take it now. here's hoping I don't bomb it as badly as I did organic chemistry last semester!
!
apo this semester will be interesting. as office manager, I gotta deal with everything in the life of the chapter that is office-related, including pretty much our most lucrative source of income, which, historically, people have managed to do a really good job messing up and making my tenure all the more interesting. in my first two weeks alone, I've had to deal with the repercussions of a computer failure that occurred a YEAR ago. but I have high hopes, and a longer to-do list of crap that I have to get done. but hey, at least proctoring office finals turned out to be a lot more fun that I thought!
!
yeah, I'm turning 20. so what? I don't get to do anything special, other that add a one to the tens digit and subtract nine from the ones. I'll celebrate in the traditional filipino fashion by going to church and attempting to smell what being 20 smells like.
!
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excuse me while I do absolutely no work on my birthday, as usual.
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