I've been surviving on pretty little sleep these past few days. (Slept at 9am ish today.) Darn school work. If I have to do more, I'll whine, complain and still do my school work.
This is my last semester in school and it is suppose to be slack... Unfortunately, it is not. And I'm driving myself crazy.
A professor I emailed did not email me back. It's moderately irritating to be ignored as I am stuck in a situation that I can't change. Why can't the person just reject (or accept) my request, instead of dao1ing me.
Oh, last Thursday, I was trying to borrow some past tests from this guy in class. HE BLOODY DIDN'T WANT TO LET ME. I swore I almost ripped his neck apart. He gave lame excuses like he got something to do and really needed the tests. Please, I only needed it for 5 minutes and will return to him after the break. Somehow I managed to convince this other girl to lend me the notes, so it wasn't all too bad in the end. BUT SOME OTHER RANDOM GUY FOLLOWED me to copy the notes and expected me to pay for him. Then the copying machine screwed and he couldn't really copy. The girl that lent me the papers were not too pleased as I returned to class without her papers. (The other guy was still trying to copy the papers.)
Anyway, the girl got her papers back some time during the middle of second half of the class. The papers were not well stapled so... she was pretty pissed off by then.
After class I had to apologize and do all that fluffy stuff. Sheesh..
Anyway, I have decided.. with these terrible experiences with )(@#*@)(#* GUYS. I detest those freaking chinese (I think they are) guy. Problematic.
I hate to generalize, but they really pissed me off. Shoo. Don't bother me, bother some one else.
p.s. At least it taught me to appreciate OF a bit more. (He stayed up to help me check essays. Ooo.. Thank you. thank you.)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Graduating
I just got my graduation pictures taken. They are BLOODY Expensive. I paid $25 for Proofs. And if I want photos without the horrible words (proofs) on it. I need to pay $50 (black & white) and UP.
Disgusting.
Which means I would attempt to photoshop away the darn words.
@()#*!
Hm. Back to school. Everything is a routine. As usual, I am worrying about my life and possible future. Argh. Nothing ever changes.
I'm such a worry wart. It doesn't help that I worry about things that I can't change.
Just learnt that someone at work took 10 years to complete her degree. I am taking 3 years and it is DRIVING ME NUTS.
Sheesh. Is this the attitude to go to graduate school? But I don't feel ready for work. (would I ever?)
It's crappy being at an age where you are old enough to comprehend things and yet not old enough to make a wise decision about what you want.
It doesn't help that I know that the decision I would make is CRUCIAL for the next couple of years of my life.
Church was going: you should pray that God helps you make the right decision when you meet a fork in life.
Darn it.
And then comes to the point. Is there free will? Do I actually get a choice? Or is it just the perception of choice since everything is preordained.
(Reminds me of the time when my friends told me that your name is in this Big Book that decides whether you go to heaven. Then what choice do I have in life to make? If I suddenly decide to be religious, would my name pop up in the Book? Or is it destined that I would/would not be religious and that my name is already in/not in the Book?)
Yada, yada. Random Rantings.
Disgusting.
Which means I would attempt to photoshop away the darn words.
@()#*!
Hm. Back to school. Everything is a routine. As usual, I am worrying about my life and possible future. Argh. Nothing ever changes.
I'm such a worry wart. It doesn't help that I worry about things that I can't change.
Just learnt that someone at work took 10 years to complete her degree. I am taking 3 years and it is DRIVING ME NUTS.
Sheesh. Is this the attitude to go to graduate school? But I don't feel ready for work. (would I ever?)
It's crappy being at an age where you are old enough to comprehend things and yet not old enough to make a wise decision about what you want.
It doesn't help that I know that the decision I would make is CRUCIAL for the next couple of years of my life.
Church was going: you should pray that God helps you make the right decision when you meet a fork in life.
Darn it.
And then comes to the point. Is there free will? Do I actually get a choice? Or is it just the perception of choice since everything is preordained.
(Reminds me of the time when my friends told me that your name is in this Big Book that decides whether you go to heaven. Then what choice do I have in life to make? If I suddenly decide to be religious, would my name pop up in the Book? Or is it destined that I would/would not be religious and that my name is already in/not in the Book?)
Yada, yada. Random Rantings.
Friday, January 12, 2007
New Year
It's a new year. I've returned from my 3rd Europe (London & Paris) trip not too long ago. Now, it's back to school. Everything is a dull buzz. Just going about life. School, work, schoolwork, sleep. Dull.
All is fine and rather uneventful. Not feeling all too keen to get suck into this seemingly endless undergraduate career. It's almost over. Just 4 more months before I'm out of here. In fact, I'm off to take my grad photo some time next week.
It's been a relatively fast 3 years. A new phrase in life is about to begin. Now as I look back at my JC days, I feel this attachment to my school. But in college, it is just a mindless trudge to complete. While I have gained an education and learnt a lot (mostly academic stuff), I don't have that attachment to the school. Maybe it's the people here. The lack of a decent social circle makes me yearn for a more interesting/colourful life elsewhere. Where should I go next.
Toronto is a nice place. The security of knowing where everything is in this city.
Yet, I should move. This place has failed to give me the intellectual or any other sort of stimulation I need. I'm not growing as a person!
Hm, like what this lecturer of mine said: Take the harder path in life.
Moving elsewhere would be hard... Maybe that's why I should do it.
All is fine and rather uneventful. Not feeling all too keen to get suck into this seemingly endless undergraduate career. It's almost over. Just 4 more months before I'm out of here. In fact, I'm off to take my grad photo some time next week.
It's been a relatively fast 3 years. A new phrase in life is about to begin. Now as I look back at my JC days, I feel this attachment to my school. But in college, it is just a mindless trudge to complete. While I have gained an education and learnt a lot (mostly academic stuff), I don't have that attachment to the school. Maybe it's the people here. The lack of a decent social circle makes me yearn for a more interesting/colourful life elsewhere. Where should I go next.
Toronto is a nice place. The security of knowing where everything is in this city.
Yet, I should move. This place has failed to give me the intellectual or any other sort of stimulation I need. I'm not growing as a person!
Hm, like what this lecturer of mine said: Take the harder path in life.
Moving elsewhere would be hard... Maybe that's why I should do it.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Neurotic
This blog is suppose to be about frivolous fluff... yet my posts seem more neurotic than anything else..
So I shall attempt to talk about something less neurotic.
The past week is somewhat different. My household seems fine but a slight tension lingers in the air.
Ah.. the usual issues over heating, food and toothpaste.
In short, housemate CO (haha, shall explain the initials some day) had pasted a note to request that the heat remains turn on at night. This is not surprising, considering it's winter and it's sometimes -14 degrees outside.. Unfortunately, OF and other housemate OH (haha, OH - Other Housemate, my uncreative mind prevents me from coming up with a creative but un-insulting term. He knows I have a blog.. so.. ) have rooms with heating strips running directly below their beds*, so turning on heat at night will roast these 2 boys in their sleep. To prevent any body or sperm damage, I encouraged/forced/guilt the guys to talk to CO about this issue (complains from the basement, dry air, discomfort.. etc). All seems nice and well, we even offered to share the cost of buying a new heater for CO.
I'm not sure whether this issue is settled. Our offering of carrot cake to CO seems to be accepted rather grudgingly. Perhaps he thought we were going to poison him.
OF was rather upset over the possibility of CO stealing TWO scoops of milo from him.
I didn't like CO stealing my toothpaste. OF and OH felt that he took it by accident. (is probably the case... but it doesn't make me any happier.)
There are also speculations about CO's possible bad pee aiming skills and hairs on the toilet seat.
CO probably hates my TV-watching habit. Too noisy.
So, there's quite a bit of animosity going around. Nothing mean is said to each other, some sarcastic swipes from CO every now and then.
Hm, we all seem to be targeting CO. He stays in the cursed room, we had similar problems with previous housemate who stayed there last year.
But that's all.
Okay, this blog is sounding somewhat neurotic again.
*Yes, they sleep on a mattress on a floor.... we are poor poor students
So I shall attempt to talk about something less neurotic.
The past week is somewhat different. My household seems fine but a slight tension lingers in the air.
Ah.. the usual issues over heating, food and toothpaste.
In short, housemate CO (haha, shall explain the initials some day) had pasted a note to request that the heat remains turn on at night. This is not surprising, considering it's winter and it's sometimes -14 degrees outside.. Unfortunately, OF and other housemate OH (haha, OH - Other Housemate, my uncreative mind prevents me from coming up with a creative but un-insulting term. He knows I have a blog.. so.. ) have rooms with heating strips running directly below their beds*, so turning on heat at night will roast these 2 boys in their sleep. To prevent any body or sperm damage, I encouraged/forced/guilt the guys to talk to CO about this issue (complains from the basement, dry air, discomfort.. etc). All seems nice and well, we even offered to share the cost of buying a new heater for CO.
I'm not sure whether this issue is settled. Our offering of carrot cake to CO seems to be accepted rather grudgingly. Perhaps he thought we were going to poison him.
OF was rather upset over the possibility of CO stealing TWO scoops of milo from him.
I didn't like CO stealing my toothpaste. OF and OH felt that he took it by accident. (is probably the case... but it doesn't make me any happier.)
There are also speculations about CO's possible bad pee aiming skills and hairs on the toilet seat.
CO probably hates my TV-watching habit. Too noisy.
So, there's quite a bit of animosity going around. Nothing mean is said to each other, some sarcastic swipes from CO every now and then.
Hm, we all seem to be targeting CO. He stays in the cursed room, we had similar problems with previous housemate who stayed there last year.
But that's all.
Okay, this blog is sounding somewhat neurotic again.
*Yes, they sleep on a mattress on a floor.... we are poor poor students
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Blabber blah blah
Hm, sometimes I must decide on what I want to do in life.
I'm getting old.. I feel my bones creaking and stuff... I can no longer stay up late and still feel alive the next days.
Sheesh, my metabolic rate is slowing down.
Anyway, the point is that my body is aging and I'm no longer that keen to explore and try new things. And I'm only 21.
Sometimes I look at the excitement happening in ... more happening places... and I wonder if I would be happier there? Life in Toronto is DULL... Probably due to my pathetic social circle.
There are many thoughts of going away.. to NYC after I graduate. It seems so much more fun. But would I have a social life? Or would it be like Toronto, DULL, COLD and probably more dangerous.
Leaving Toronto means giving up some comforts... OF is still here and I do enjoy having a somewhat permanent comforting? presence and company. But do I want to stay in Toronto forever?
I feel so restricted (wings-are-clipped sort of feeling)... I'm just bored here.
It's a far cry from my much more interesting lifestyle back home...
Does this happen to everyone? Is it what happens when everyone around you is attached and hanging out with their significant other? Is it because everyone is so aged by life that they keep to themselves? Or is it because my social skills have degenerated from the lack of use.
Argh.
I'm getting old.. I feel my bones creaking and stuff... I can no longer stay up late and still feel alive the next days.
Sheesh, my metabolic rate is slowing down.
Anyway, the point is that my body is aging and I'm no longer that keen to explore and try new things. And I'm only 21.
Sometimes I look at the excitement happening in ... more happening places... and I wonder if I would be happier there? Life in Toronto is DULL... Probably due to my pathetic social circle.
There are many thoughts of going away.. to NYC after I graduate. It seems so much more fun. But would I have a social life? Or would it be like Toronto, DULL, COLD and probably more dangerous.
Leaving Toronto means giving up some comforts... OF is still here and I do enjoy having a somewhat permanent comforting? presence and company. But do I want to stay in Toronto forever?
I feel so restricted (wings-are-clipped sort of feeling)... I'm just bored here.
It's a far cry from my much more interesting lifestyle back home...
Does this happen to everyone? Is it what happens when everyone around you is attached and hanging out with their significant other? Is it because everyone is so aged by life that they keep to themselves? Or is it because my social skills have degenerated from the lack of use.
Argh.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Midnightish
Sometimes as I sit alone in my room, I ponder over various issues. But my mind always wander.
It is dark and quiet outside. Probably cold too.
My clock ticks away, and I still remain lost.
Sometimes a chill goes down my spine. It's a familiar feeling. I remember having the same sort of sensation when I was much younger, as I sit on my bed at night.
I used to be afraid of that sensation, but I seemed to have got used to it. Wonder why.
Sometimes I feel so alone. It's just me against this world. What do I do next?
It is dark and quiet outside. Probably cold too.
My clock ticks away, and I still remain lost.
Sometimes a chill goes down my spine. It's a familiar feeling. I remember having the same sort of sensation when I was much younger, as I sit on my bed at night.
I used to be afraid of that sensation, but I seemed to have got used to it. Wonder why.
Sometimes I feel so alone. It's just me against this world. What do I do next?
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Different
I have met up some friends of friends and we seemed so different. Maybe it's the environment or surroundings? Or the cold?
Yes, we can make conversation but other things.. like activities that we are keen on.. they are just SO different.
Or maybe it's just me.
I don't enjoy loud music, clubbing, spending too much $, drinking etc.
I'm such a goody two shoes. Sheesh.
It's simply so much more relaxing when I could spend time with those I'm closer to.
What's wrong with me? I'm always complaining about my lack of social life, yet when given a chance, I'm not that keen on interacting. Maybe I'm older, maybe I don't require quite so much affirmation from the society.
Gosh, my Toronto social circle is pathetic. It currently consists of 5, out of this, 2 are inanimate objects.
1. OF
2. Other housemate
3. Other housemate's date
4. Purin (stuffed animal lying on my bed)
5. TV (donated by a graduate student)
I'm turning into a boring antisocial nerd.
Sheesh. I'm off to comfort myself with my Purin.
Yes, we can make conversation but other things.. like activities that we are keen on.. they are just SO different.
Or maybe it's just me.
I don't enjoy loud music, clubbing, spending too much $, drinking etc.
I'm such a goody two shoes. Sheesh.
It's simply so much more relaxing when I could spend time with those I'm closer to.
What's wrong with me? I'm always complaining about my lack of social life, yet when given a chance, I'm not that keen on interacting. Maybe I'm older, maybe I don't require quite so much affirmation from the society.
Gosh, my Toronto social circle is pathetic. It currently consists of 5, out of this, 2 are inanimate objects.
1. OF
2. Other housemate
3. Other housemate's date
4. Purin (stuffed animal lying on my bed)
5. TV (donated by a graduate student)
I'm turning into a boring antisocial nerd.
Sheesh. I'm off to comfort myself with my Purin.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Odd comparisons
Well well.. a friend of mine told me (or maybe it's because I overheard because I was sitting next to her) that she was participating in some pageant. It's strange but I want to join too? Gosh, it's odd even typing these words. I guess I like the idea of some sort of confirmation of one's physical appearance. I mean, growing up plagued with physical insecurities didn't make me oh-so-self-confident. I don't know. My some-what tormented childhood filled with teasing and little admirers left me with a fragile ego that could not repaired by the (fair number? of) potential suitors that I encountered in my early adulthood. (details in another blog entry, perhaps.)
Sheesh... Conflicts conflicts... Yet there is the pain, nope, not really pain, more of discomfort (and probably more ego shattering) of participating and getting rejected. No one wants to fail. Oh gosh, would I one day regret as the window of opportunity closes? I would no longer be, say, under 24/25 in a few years time.
GOsh, I worry and ponder over the darnest thing. Why do I want everything to be perfect!?!
Sheesh... Conflicts conflicts... Yet there is the pain, nope, not really pain, more of discomfort (and probably more ego shattering) of participating and getting rejected. No one wants to fail. Oh gosh, would I one day regret as the window of opportunity closes? I would no longer be, say, under 24/25 in a few years time.
GOsh, I worry and ponder over the darnest thing. Why do I want everything to be perfect!?!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Older and wiser?
Okay.. I'm offically an Adult. Erk! Gross. Now I'm suppose to be responsible for myself. Birthday went by pretty uneventfully. I had cake and stuff, went up the CN tower for lunch.. bummed around. Oh yar, and OF gave me a Tiff & Co. necklace. That's good. Hehe. Always wanted a blue box.
I want to relax and slack.. but as usual, it's not possible.
I've finally conned/convinced OF to go off to London & Paris with my for xmas vacation... So that's a hell lot of planning to do...
As usual, like how things usually work out (badly), my exam will end on the 19Dec... kindly ruining my chances of going to London on a cheaper and more direct flight. DArn it. Nevermind, I can take UA and go to the States and change planes and get stuck at customs.. @#(*@)(#
Darn the security. Hate inefficiencies.
I want to relax and slack.. but as usual, it's not possible.
I've finally conned/convinced OF to go off to London & Paris with my for xmas vacation... So that's a hell lot of planning to do...
As usual, like how things usually work out (badly), my exam will end on the 19Dec... kindly ruining my chances of going to London on a cheaper and more direct flight. DArn it. Nevermind, I can take UA and go to the States and change planes and get stuck at customs.. @#(*@)(#
Darn the security. Hate inefficiencies.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Hypochondriac
I've been worrying about my health. My breathing seems labored and I'm always tired. I don't want to be stressed out. I just want to rest.
Maybe I'm just lazy.
Lazy, lazy me.
I just want to rest.
Maybe I'm just lazy.
Lazy, lazy me.
I just want to rest.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Alluding to something
The recent brouhaha about an 18 year old blogger is really disturbing. I shall not mention names for I feel she had her share of attention (and I fear my blog gets slammed for no particular reason). It's pretty sickening (for me anyway) to read all those nasty comments people had about her, insulting her looks, family, upbringing... I guess I'm for a more tolerant and forgiving society... and please, she's 18. Yes, if you think she's morally corrupt and what's not, so be it. It doesn't reflect well on society (or people?) that so many seem so keen to bring about her demise.
It just seems frightening that people kick up a fuss over incidents without much thought. It is harsh (to me *Why am I quantifying all my comments*) that all this is going on without any regard for her feelings. How would people really react if this was to happen in real life (i.e. in a conversation)? I guess it's wouldn't get so ugly.
People are always so angry for all the wrong reasons.
Hm, I've learnt that people are dissatisfied about their lives and some people are really mean. I'm leaving my blog at this. For I fear further ranting would get me into trouble. But I'm assuming (like her) that not many people read my blog (which unlike her, unfortunately is true)... So if you're someone who just happened to wander upon my blog, it's just food for thought. Pray, leave the girl (and me) in peace.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
This week
It has been some time since I've last blogged and nothing much has changed. I'm still confused. Still deciding. Work or grad school....
Today, I cooked fish, it turned out pretty good. The fish is darn cheap too, thanks to the Chinatown supermarket near my place. I wanted to cook because I didn't want to study. Argh, I had a terrible Law & Economics test today, and I wanted to do something different...
My thoughts are flying all over the place. Anyway, one interesting thing that happened to me this week. OF stabbed me with the blunt edge of a kitchen knife. It was an accident, or so it seems. One second, I was hovering around the kitchen sink and the next second, I'm tearing. OF asked me whether I was crying in shock or in pain... It wasn't that painful, but it was kind of freaky... I mean, how often does one get stabbed in the hand. For those curious few who are reading this, I didn't get hurt or anything. Just a tiny 7mm mark on the back of my right hand, directly over one of my veins.
Okay, that's the highlight of my week, steaming fish and getting stabbed by OF.
Today, I cooked fish, it turned out pretty good. The fish is darn cheap too, thanks to the Chinatown supermarket near my place. I wanted to cook because I didn't want to study. Argh, I had a terrible Law & Economics test today, and I wanted to do something different...
My thoughts are flying all over the place. Anyway, one interesting thing that happened to me this week. OF stabbed me with the blunt edge of a kitchen knife. It was an accident, or so it seems. One second, I was hovering around the kitchen sink and the next second, I'm tearing. OF asked me whether I was crying in shock or in pain... It wasn't that painful, but it was kind of freaky... I mean, how often does one get stabbed in the hand. For those curious few who are reading this, I didn't get hurt or anything. Just a tiny 7mm mark on the back of my right hand, directly over one of my veins.
Okay, that's the highlight of my week, steaming fish and getting stabbed by OF.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Bad blogger
Okay.... I think I'm a bad blogger. I write boring nonsense that no one really wants to read. Hm, why such comments? I've been reading my brother's blog and my friends' blogs and they are all A LOT more interesting than mine. I guess my life is boring.
It's pretty uneventful now. I sit around with my research papers in front of me... (it still is).. But I'm surfing, reading CNN, nosing through peoples' blogs, playing games.. you get the point... Internet is a bad bad thing...
Anyway, I was having this conversation with OF about PRESENTS FOR my 21st Birthday!! In short, he wanted to know what I want... and I didn't know exactly what I wanted.. so I gave him some oh-so-rough guidelines.
1. Try not to disappoint.
2. Try not to get something that I will get for myself. If I wanted it that badly, I would probably have bought it.
3. The gift should come as a surprise.
4. The gift should be valued for $.
5. Don't buy something too practical (e.g. camera battery). It shouldn't be too inpractical too (e.g. vase).
6. The gift should make other girl friends jealous. (really jealous is good) The sort of gift that would cause other girls to shoot evil looks at their partners.
7. The gift should signify the importance of the receiver. (Girls probably like flowers because they like the idea that their partners would spend ridiculous amounts of moola on something that serves no purpose and dies fast.)
Summary: Impress, don't disappoint.
Okay, I got to go read my research papers to make myself feel somewhat productive. Or maybe I'll just go sleep... Hm...
It's pretty uneventful now. I sit around with my research papers in front of me... (it still is).. But I'm surfing, reading CNN, nosing through peoples' blogs, playing games.. you get the point... Internet is a bad bad thing...
Anyway, I was having this conversation with OF about PRESENTS FOR my 21st Birthday!! In short, he wanted to know what I want... and I didn't know exactly what I wanted.. so I gave him some oh-so-rough guidelines.
1. Try not to disappoint.
2. Try not to get something that I will get for myself. If I wanted it that badly, I would probably have bought it.
3. The gift should come as a surprise.
4. The gift should be valued for $.
5. Don't buy something too practical (e.g. camera battery). It shouldn't be too inpractical too (e.g. vase).
6. The gift should make other girl friends jealous. (really jealous is good) The sort of gift that would cause other girls to shoot evil looks at their partners.
7. The gift should signify the importance of the receiver. (Girls probably like flowers because they like the idea that their partners would spend ridiculous amounts of moola on something that serves no purpose and dies fast.)
Summary: Impress, don't disappoint.
Okay, I got to go read my research papers to make myself feel somewhat productive. Or maybe I'll just go sleep... Hm...
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
What do I do next?
The time has come for me to decide how I am to embark on my life. I'm graduating in 7 months and within the next couple of weeks, I got to set my mind on doing whatever I want to do for the next few years. Why the hurry? (considering the fact that I have 7 more months of school... ) BECAUSE ALL THE DEADLINES FOR EVERYTHING IS DUE IN A COUPLE OF DAYS/ months. I mean, I guess I could wait until I graduate before I go about looking for a job... but that sounds plain stupid when all the recruitment is happening now. (I'm already 2 weeks late in the job thing).
And should I go to graduate school? Do I really like research? Should I get my masters? Is my current arts/sci degree enough? I don't know. I'm not super keen in research. I find it okay, I-can-deal-with-it sort of okay. But is it enough enthusiasm for one to do a 6-7years PhD? (I'm probably whiny over the fact that my psych & GRE grades suck.)
Hm, how about a MAs? Is it that important to get at least a MA? Probably, since I'm only holding some arts/sci degree.
Work? What should I do?
I don't want to be stuck here when all the happening stuff is going on in New York. And how am I going to get a job in New York!?
Oh yar, should I stay in Toronto, go back Singapore, go to the States, go someone else? OF is still going to be stuck in Toronto for another year... but do I really want to stay here for long?
Questions, frustration, irritation. I guess I don't have a choice. I've got to make some sort of decision within this time frame that will determine my life (or for a few years at least).
And should I go to graduate school? Do I really like research? Should I get my masters? Is my current arts/sci degree enough? I don't know. I'm not super keen in research. I find it okay, I-can-deal-with-it sort of okay. But is it enough enthusiasm for one to do a 6-7years PhD? (I'm probably whiny over the fact that my psych & GRE grades suck.)
Hm, how about a MAs? Is it that important to get at least a MA? Probably, since I'm only holding some arts/sci degree.
Work? What should I do?
I don't want to be stuck here when all the happening stuff is going on in New York. And how am I going to get a job in New York!?
Oh yar, should I stay in Toronto, go back Singapore, go to the States, go someone else? OF is still going to be stuck in Toronto for another year... but do I really want to stay here for long?
Questions, frustration, irritation. I guess I don't have a choice. I've got to make some sort of decision within this time frame that will determine my life (or for a few years at least).
Saturday, September 23, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
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*
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*
Thursday, September 14, 2006
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 =(
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 =(
Saturday, September 09, 2006
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
Monday, September 04, 2006
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.
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.
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