Finally

After finding out that I do not have the prerequisites of being in one of my classes, I madly emailed the lecturer in hopes that he would grant me a space. UNfortunately, he didn't reply. (Later, I found that he doesn't reply to those whom he rejected their requests.)

ARgh! But, somehow, after speaking up in class today, (by which I mean talking a LOT), he allowed me to stay. What a relief. Considering that I got throw out of my course advisor's office for moving a chair to sit when I tried to get her to waive the prerequisite. @(#*&*%#*. Odd cranky old hag (OCOH).
Which comes to this other theory I have. Side note: I have to come up with three hypothesis for one of my labs.

Anyway, back to the point, I was whining to my housemates about the OCOH and I figured that unmarried or people without kids end up as OCOHs (OCOH applies to both males/females, the male version could be Odd Cranky Old Hog?). I seem have met a fair amount of them in my 16 years of schooling, they are usually teachers. Ha! Why? I don't know.

Another friend who was listening to my gripes about the course-advisor OCOH mentioned that maybe such people have poor sex lives. Possibly, I simply cannot imagine someone wanting to be that intimate with someone who is so cranky at life...

OCOHs are usually cranky and they vent their life dissatisfaction at you. Please, go vent at some inanimate object, hit a beanbag or something. They are either sadists or grumpy-er (people who enjoy being grumpy, haha, a more appropriate word should be masochist, but that just brings to mind leather jackets and whips. And this image doesn't seem to fit with that of the OCOHs.) I can't understand why they enjoy being so mean to others, I don't see how someone can be happy if they make others miserable. (this is probably OCOHs’ life goal)

Being a good scientist (or a good science student), I should quantify this by saying that not ALL unmarried-wo kids-past middle age people are OCOHs. But a lot of them are. So, maybe we should all try to get hitch and/or get a good sex life and/or adopt or produce some kid. Suggestions from my not-so-scientific hypothesis.

Irrelevant nonsense

I'm typing this as I've never been to me plays in the background. A friend from a long time ago showed me a video of the song and I think it's a nice song... so I'm listening to it.

Was musing over various odd stuff these days. Darn, blame the stresses in life.

My not so creative self will now tell you some not so important fact that I came up with.

I've decided that very good looking people look good even when they are not smiling. Average or more average looking people look better when they smile.

I've decided to classify myself in the latter category after staring into the mirror without smiling. Darn it.

I shall seek comfort in the fact that I look better smiling!

Hehe. *smile*

Back to school

Once again I'm back in school doing ecky school-y stuff. Back to the same old routine: work, study, lab, sleep, eat. The usual.
Lots to study, weird chaotic final year for me.
University is almost over for me. It's fast eh? I'm 2/3 done, 4 more credits to go and I'm out of here. To the ecky working world or to graduate school.
Arghly, argh.

Too much things to do, too little time to think. --> bad university life

=(

and oh, my printer is crappy (irrelevant fact).

double =(

Italy in pictures

Florence: Marble replica of David

Venice: Ponte degli Scalzi (some famous bridge?)

Florence: Arno River

Venice: Piazza San Marco (according to OF, mistakes attributed to him)

Venice: Some cute dog that I followed around

Cinque Terre: The sight after a 1.5hr @)(#*@)(# hike

Milan: Piazza del Duomo

Pisa: Leaning Tower

Venice: Burano

Rome: Colosseum at night

back

It has been 5 weeks. I'm finally home in Toronto. Back home to my fluffy bed and air conditioning. Time seems to have gone by really fast. I’m very much poorer but the experience has been great. Gross and disgusting at times, but overall, it’s a memorable trip.

It’s an overseas education during an overseas education (if you get what I mean). 5 weeks to cram in European Regional Economics, 5 weeks to travel, 5 weeks away from civilization (and all those morbid terrorist/war news). I felt I’ve learnt a lot, but I simply cannot articulate what I’ve learnt. It’s kind of odd, to feel so enriched yet not be able to write any of it down.

Maybe it’s the traveling and the lack of internet access. Maybe it’s just the getting away from the usual routines of work and life. I don’t know. I guess it’s not that relevant now that I’m back in Toronto, back to the realities of life.

I like going away. It changes priorities, makes you look at the world differently. It takes you away from fluffy pillows and put you with fleas. It allows you to let things go, to take things easy and appreciate life. It makes you so tired, that you ask yourself again: Why am I doing this?

But now, it’s back to Toronto, back to reality and back to the world.