Chasing time on Monday, May 21, 2007...
Well, April, April. Month of exam, not that it lasted long :)
The papers only spanned 4 days in fact; maths went by ok, other than a stunning revelation at +/- 10% of 100 is NOT 90 and 100. -stab self-
And guess what? Instead of attempting to finish the essay due next week, I went straight on to SLACK the whole of Saturday away. GAH!
Then start to regret on Sunday, when I panicked the whole of Sunday, day and night, trying to rush out the Ethics essay, on why "Selflessness" is the most important virtue to cultivate. As I toiled through the night, I think the only thing holding me ahead was really the outcome for the USE2302 essay, where I unexpectedly got an A - done under the same circumstances. Really, if the shadows of yestersem's writing module had remained I'll be really conked out and unmotivated already :(
Monday then came, where we had a 24hr take home paper - which I SPENT nearly 20 HOURS doing. So, how much sleep did I have? :p Ethics essay not done yet, so death loomed nearer and nearer until I thought to go find the lecturer and ask for permission to procrastinate this piece of work; unfortunately, he wasn't around. So WAUGH off to cheong again. Finished by 8am, so I had the opportunity to grab a few more winks before my 1pm computing module exam, WHICH I HAVEN'T STUDIED FOR. Ok, I did an hour's of revision from 4 to 5am though, and thanked my lucky stars that that's probably all I need for an A. Might lose the A+, though :(
And when it's all over, I just got overdozed on caffeine and hype, and body refused to sleep for 2 hours.
I'm thus officially a week ahead of almost every other person, which I then tried to do productive stuff, but mostly ended up SLEEPING and wasting time away. Sims, anyone?
Little worthy of mention, I guess; but I got a computer then for 646. E6320, 1GB ram configuration without graphics card nor hard disk haha, only to come home to realise that IDE hard disks have gone out of style; I could only connect one 1#^%#!# and thus spent the rest of the day reinstalling, despite having a perfectly clean installation already performed on one of the drives, just in case.
The darned builders mixed up the RESET and POWER button >_< and I'm too lazy to fix it.
But yes, the camping period in chatter box was really terribly fun :) Of grabbing food daily for everyone, eating endless ribena pastilles, drinking sponsored chicken essence... I more or less continued to stay on till the end of the week, just doing my stuff, despite the lack of things to mug for XD Dad came and picked up my things on Friday though, ending 2 weeks of chatterbox residence.
My comp was then built on Saturday (28th). I moped till Monday, where I then built my calender to try to utilise my time more usefully. And the rest, as they say... well, not really "they", ... belongs to next month. :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 06:41 pm
Well, April, April. Month of exam, not that it lasted long :)
The papers only spanned 4 days in fact; maths went by ok, other than a stunning revelation at +/- 10% of 100 is NOT 90 and 100. -stab self-
And guess what? Instead of attempting to finish the essay due next week, I went straight on to SLACK the whole of Saturday away. GAH!
Then start to regret on Sunday, when I panicked the whole of Sunday, day and night, trying to rush out the Ethics essay, on why "Selflessness" is the most important virtue to cultivate. As I toiled through the night, I think the only thing holding me ahead was really the outcome for the USE2302 essay, where I unexpectedly got an A - done under the same circumstances. Really, if the shadows of yestersem's writing module had remained I'll be really conked out and unmotivated already :(
Monday then came, where we had a 24hr take home paper - which I SPENT nearly 20 HOURS doing. So, how much sleep did I have? :p Ethics essay not done yet, so death loomed nearer and nearer until I thought to go find the lecturer and ask for permission to procrastinate this piece of work; unfortunately, he wasn't around. So WAUGH off to cheong again. Finished by 8am, so I had the opportunity to grab a few more winks before my 1pm computing module exam, WHICH I HAVEN'T STUDIED FOR. Ok, I did an hour's of revision from 4 to 5am though, and thanked my lucky stars that that's probably all I need for an A. Might lose the A+, though :(
And when it's all over, I just got overdozed on caffeine and hype, and body refused to sleep for 2 hours.
I'm thus officially a week ahead of almost every other person, which I then tried to do productive stuff, but mostly ended up SLEEPING and wasting time away. Sims, anyone?
Little worthy of mention, I guess; but I got a computer then for 646. E6320, 1GB ram configuration without graphics card nor hard disk haha, only to come home to realise that IDE hard disks have gone out of style; I could only connect one 1#^%#!# and thus spent the rest of the day reinstalling, despite having a perfectly clean installation already performed on one of the drives, just in case.
The darned builders mixed up the RESET and POWER button >_< and I'm too lazy to fix it.
But yes, the camping period in chatter box was really terribly fun :) Of grabbing food daily for everyone, eating endless ribena pastilles, drinking sponsored chicken essence... I more or less continued to stay on till the end of the week, just doing my stuff, despite the lack of things to mug for XD Dad came and picked up my things on Friday though, ending 2 weeks of chatterbox residence.
My comp was then built on Saturday (28th). I moped till Monday, where I then built my calender to try to utilise my time more usefully. And the rest, as they say... well, not really "they", ... belongs to next month. :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 06:41 pm
Chasing time on Thursday, April 26, 2007...
camping at chatterbox, 2am in the morning (even when exams are over! XD)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 11:08 pm
camping at chatterbox, 2am in the morning (even when exams are over! XD)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 11:08 pm
Chasing time on Saturday, April 14, 2007...
And it has been an exhilarating coupla weeks :D
Been camping over Mondays and Thursdays till like, horrendous hours, just to settle our lego robot project :) It used to end at 11pm, then 12mn, then 2am, then 6/7am towards the last week! But it's all fun, lego and all :)
Group shot, and front view...
Click here to see the rest of the photos on presentation day, as well as videos of the mechanism! Watch them!
Robot project ended on Monday, which we had to sadly disembowel to remove the electronics for returning :(
Miss the prata and supper breaks, the inane chatter as we struggle to get bits and pieces working, as well as the robot :( I so feel like getting a Mindstorm set now to play with :D
And I thought, no more crazy camping hours. How wrong XD
Had to write this dialogue essay for the democratic possibilities class; was technically near completion, but we had a change in direction, so kinda camped in the chatterbox, in the room where the roboteers do their roboting, to do the essay, which spanned from Tuesday night to... Thursday morning. o__o
Ok, so we did take bath breaks and occasional sleep breaks XD But it has been great working with this team, especially since they're all crazy too! :)
Sleep breaks also turned into something like guard duty, where one works on it for 2hrs while the rest sleeps XD
But still, major major great fun :D
our camping ground!
And now we so miss the whole thingy, we're going to camp over again to mug for the rest of the subjects XD
And yup, thats more or less the happening happenings that occurred for the past few weeks :)
And school has ended!
Went around telling people that I screwed up my essay, and refusing to see my results after getting it back for fear of it affecting the mood for the rest of the essays, seemed so stupid after I saw the grades. My group kinda made a pact not to see the results, and only I blindly followed it heh!
Left a note and a bunch of goodies for roomie too as appreciation for the wonderful roommateship over the past two semesters :)
Can't believe school has ended, that one year has just flown by though :(
So much to do, so much opportunities abound!! How can 4 years be even enough lol XD
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 12:17 am
And it has been an exhilarating coupla weeks :D
Been camping over Mondays and Thursdays till like, horrendous hours, just to settle our lego robot project :) It used to end at 11pm, then 12mn, then 2am, then 6/7am towards the last week! But it's all fun, lego and all :)
Group shot, and front view...
Click here to see the rest of the photos on presentation day, as well as videos of the mechanism! Watch them!
Robot project ended on Monday, which we had to sadly disembowel to remove the electronics for returning :(
Miss the prata and supper breaks, the inane chatter as we struggle to get bits and pieces working, as well as the robot :( I so feel like getting a Mindstorm set now to play with :D
And I thought, no more crazy camping hours. How wrong XD
Had to write this dialogue essay for the democratic possibilities class; was technically near completion, but we had a change in direction, so kinda camped in the chatterbox, in the room where the roboteers do their roboting, to do the essay, which spanned from Tuesday night to... Thursday morning. o__o
Ok, so we did take bath breaks and occasional sleep breaks XD But it has been great working with this team, especially since they're all crazy too! :)
Sleep breaks also turned into something like guard duty, where one works on it for 2hrs while the rest sleeps XD
But still, major major great fun :D
our camping ground!
And now we so miss the whole thingy, we're going to camp over again to mug for the rest of the subjects XD
And yup, thats more or less the happening happenings that occurred for the past few weeks :)
And school has ended!
Went around telling people that I screwed up my essay, and refusing to see my results after getting it back for fear of it affecting the mood for the rest of the essays, seemed so stupid after I saw the grades. My group kinda made a pact not to see the results, and only I blindly followed it heh!
Left a note and a bunch of goodies for roomie too as appreciation for the wonderful roommateship over the past two semesters :)
Can't believe school has ended, that one year has just flown by though :(
So much to do, so much opportunities abound!! How can 4 years be even enough lol XD
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 12:17 am
Chasing time on Wednesday, March 21, 2007...
The rain beckons in the midnight sky.
Perhaps it's the idea of 'forbidden fruit', that running in the rain equates sickness, that no idea of persuading can make mom give her assent to your little excursion into the thunderstorm.
The hypnotic pitter-patter of falling raindrops.
It might also be the subconscious Luddite perspective of modernity and technology, that the environment had been subjugated and made unnatural. One might then seek succour by the rain, a cleansing touch in the polluted environment, allowing us to interact with nature and yet remain cleansed. Or it might be the remaining naturality in the increasing artificial world that we subconsciously seek out to embrace, and be embraced in return.
Flashes of lightning, peals of thunder.
Might it be the Freudian perspective of sexuality and repression, emerging stealthily from the covers? Rain associates with water, water with bath time, where we are unfettered from our artificial constructs of modesty-protective gear. Might a walk in the rain be almost as liberating as streaking? Pseudo nudity from the clinging clothes - unheard, unseen, and yet secretly wanting both.
I missed the heavy part of the rain tonight though; so it was not as much of a thunderstorm but a mere drizzle. The sound it makes can be deceiving, no.
Whatever it is, nothing beats a nice hot shower after it :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 02:01 am
The rain beckons in the midnight sky.
Perhaps it's the idea of 'forbidden fruit', that running in the rain equates sickness, that no idea of persuading can make mom give her assent to your little excursion into the thunderstorm.
The hypnotic pitter-patter of falling raindrops.
It might also be the subconscious Luddite perspective of modernity and technology, that the environment had been subjugated and made unnatural. One might then seek succour by the rain, a cleansing touch in the polluted environment, allowing us to interact with nature and yet remain cleansed. Or it might be the remaining naturality in the increasing artificial world that we subconsciously seek out to embrace, and be embraced in return.
Flashes of lightning, peals of thunder.
Might it be the Freudian perspective of sexuality and repression, emerging stealthily from the covers? Rain associates with water, water with bath time, where we are unfettered from our artificial constructs of modesty-protective gear. Might a walk in the rain be almost as liberating as streaking? Pseudo nudity from the clinging clothes - unheard, unseen, and yet secretly wanting both.
I missed the heavy part of the rain tonight though; so it was not as much of a thunderstorm but a mere drizzle. The sound it makes can be deceiving, no.
Whatever it is, nothing beats a nice hot shower after it :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 02:01 am
Chasing time on Monday, March 19, 2007...
IIT curbs student's access to internet to encourage socialising in hostels
omg terribly amusing! internet ban from 11pm to 12.30pm! (half day!)
and worrying! i hope nus wouldn't like do something like that XD
though, hmm, i guess there are certain merits which might make SDU a strong proponent of such a scheme XD
.........
07s60 has been... disbanded :(
go ohsevensixoh.blogspot.com. or if u've no time, read charmaine'06's wonderful entry on this at http://thirst.diaryland.com/070314_8.html. weixiang'06 too at http://0xymoronic.blogspot.com/2007_03_11_archive.html. aren't kids nowadays so amazingly introspective? just peer at any of their individual blogs!
also u can see the shockwaves going beyond 06/07, at elaine'05s blog, peiwen'04s blog, rj'03s blog... it's amazing how these ripples spread thru time, space, and classes.
though with time, you don't feel much. just a tinge of sadness, i suppose. a pinch of bitterness. ironically, a sense of relief (when is it going to stop? a self perpetuating obligation?)
from charm's blog:
also, i guess it's really the opportunity, a reason to catch up with 02, as well as all others with the same 60 dream :) really, it's just a wonderful occasion to meet up and reminscince.
you'll realise tt the impact of u as a person to their lives is so insignificant, so... small. anyone can be there, but SOMEONE must be there... the very idea of you there, lives on beyond you - the seed of an idea, the ghost of a thought... it adapts, takes on new forms, and recreates itself continuously to fit their story.
and u'll glance back, watching their story unfold, and be reminded of your own story. sometimes, they also fill in what could have been your story.
ain't it all so beautiful :)
the class label is a mere formality, a small rallying flag, just like the class bench, perhaps. ultimately, it's the people and the interconnecting relations that matters, not any abstract concept of a class, nor any ideal concept of a history. we're just there to build relations, rallying around our only commonality of 60, to mesh our stories into a grand trapestry of recollections and existence. and then go 'wow' at it :)
which is why i was really mortified/stunned when one of the 07'ers told me why they only had 26 squares for their faces on their (old) blogskin. "oh, we take those who leave, and put the new faces in."
but then, you can't object :) their story, their music; your chord and lyrics, as beautiful as you think it might be, just wouldn't fit at that point.
but ask them again, now, and go ahead, sing along :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:02 am
IIT curbs student's access to internet to encourage socialising in hostels
omg terribly amusing! internet ban from 11pm to 12.30pm! (half day!)
and worrying! i hope nus wouldn't like do something like that XD
though, hmm, i guess there are certain merits which might make SDU a strong proponent of such a scheme XD
.........
07s60 has been... disbanded :(
go ohsevensixoh.blogspot.com. or if u've no time, read charmaine'06's wonderful entry on this at http://thirst.diaryland.com/070314_8.html. weixiang'06 too at http://0xymoronic.blogspot.com/2007_03_11_archive.html. aren't kids nowadays so amazingly introspective? just peer at any of their individual blogs!
also u can see the shockwaves going beyond 06/07, at elaine'05s blog, peiwen'04s blog, rj'03s blog... it's amazing how these ripples spread thru time, space, and classes.
though with time, you don't feel much. just a tinge of sadness, i suppose. a pinch of bitterness. ironically, a sense of relief (when is it going to stop? a self perpetuating obligation?)
from charm's blog:
Perhaps what everyone wants is a little bit of eternity - a little part of you that would continue to live even after you're gone.
Perhaps I wanted someone else to be able to smell the flowers along this path I've taken - just as travellers before me have anticipated my arrival. As I place my story alongside the weave of my predecessors, I can't help but want to make space for a successor - to have someone place his story alongside mine, to continue this patchwork until I become insignificant, until he becomes insignificant. Until all that's left is We.
We and Immortality.
But no one shall place his story next to 06S60 now. We have been made mortal. And today, we die.
Perhaps I wanted someone else to be able to smell the flowers along this path I've taken - just as travellers before me have anticipated my arrival. As I place my story alongside the weave of my predecessors, I can't help but want to make space for a successor - to have someone place his story alongside mine, to continue this patchwork until I become insignificant, until he becomes insignificant. Until all that's left is We.
We and Immortality.
But no one shall place his story next to 06S60 now. We have been made mortal. And today, we die.
also, i guess it's really the opportunity, a reason to catch up with 02, as well as all others with the same 60 dream :) really, it's just a wonderful occasion to meet up and reminscince.
you'll realise tt the impact of u as a person to their lives is so insignificant, so... small. anyone can be there, but SOMEONE must be there... the very idea of you there, lives on beyond you - the seed of an idea, the ghost of a thought... it adapts, takes on new forms, and recreates itself continuously to fit their story.
and u'll glance back, watching their story unfold, and be reminded of your own story. sometimes, they also fill in what could have been your story.
ain't it all so beautiful :)
the class label is a mere formality, a small rallying flag, just like the class bench, perhaps. ultimately, it's the people and the interconnecting relations that matters, not any abstract concept of a class, nor any ideal concept of a history. we're just there to build relations, rallying around our only commonality of 60, to mesh our stories into a grand trapestry of recollections and existence. and then go 'wow' at it :)
which is why i was really mortified/stunned when one of the 07'ers told me why they only had 26 squares for their faces on their (old) blogskin. "oh, we take those who leave, and put the new faces in."
but then, you can't object :) their story, their music; your chord and lyrics, as beautiful as you think it might be, just wouldn't fit at that point.
but ask them again, now, and go ahead, sing along :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:02 am
Chasing time on Saturday, March 10, 2007...
Finally, somewhat free! Shall try to update before slipping into the void again (:
Appears to be a dearth of pictures, so thought it'll be nice to photorise this. Most photos below when clicked on will lead you to the bigger gallery :)
Finally got to scaning in the photos taken in 02/03.
Class dimsum buffet, 07/01/03
Orientation + Class birthday 07!
The Necessary Stage play, with USE2302
Lego project, UIT2203!
Amy send-off lunch
HC CNY! (spot ms neo dancing athena (s60's fac) fac dance!)
Raffles Concert, Rhazz Matazz!
Had an assistant stage manager role, so picture depicts the control station... though I don't man it, another ASM did :)
Kenny Roger's dinner with HCCO bunch, where I managed to scrounge a free meal by coming late and eating up the left overs :)
Photos show us laming around in Fullerton
Otherwise, busy, fine, but having a great time :) The only thing that spoils things are the results haha... I kinda like writing essays, but just hate getting them back XD
Charcolette's still dying, had to cauterise off part of her memory to prevent the bad sectors from hanging the computer in a deadly loop. Wanted to go repair centre today, but temptations of bed proved too strong.
USB storage also died, but that got fixed up pretty much in a jiffy, just an exchange. Also a classic example of the major irony of overdependence on technology for navigation. I asked the computer to tell me a MRT and bus route from school, and it gave me that, conveniently ignoring that there IS A DIRECT BUS THERE. What's worse, I take that bus (151) to school very often! :(
Will be giving hall tours to the incoming batch tomorrow, followed by Huang Cheng Ye Yun. Whose ticket incidentally, sports a very unique design!
Haha alright enough enough, I best get back to catching work :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 03:57 pm
Finally, somewhat free! Shall try to update before slipping into the void again (:
Appears to be a dearth of pictures, so thought it'll be nice to photorise this. Most photos below when clicked on will lead you to the bigger gallery :)
Finally got to scaning in the photos taken in 02/03.
Class dimsum buffet, 07/01/03
Orientation + Class birthday 07!
The Necessary Stage play, with USE2302
Lego project, UIT2203!
Amy send-off lunch
HC CNY! (spot ms neo dancing athena (s60's fac) fac dance!)
Raffles Concert, Rhazz Matazz!
Had an assistant stage manager role, so picture depicts the control station... though I don't man it, another ASM did :)
Kenny Roger's dinner with HCCO bunch, where I managed to scrounge a free meal by coming late and eating up the left overs :)
Photos show us laming around in Fullerton
Otherwise, busy, fine, but having a great time :) The only thing that spoils things are the results haha... I kinda like writing essays, but just hate getting them back XD
Charcolette's still dying, had to cauterise off part of her memory to prevent the bad sectors from hanging the computer in a deadly loop. Wanted to go repair centre today, but temptations of bed proved too strong.
USB storage also died, but that got fixed up pretty much in a jiffy, just an exchange. Also a classic example of the major irony of overdependence on technology for navigation. I asked the computer to tell me a MRT and bus route from school, and it gave me that, conveniently ignoring that there IS A DIRECT BUS THERE. What's worse, I take that bus (151) to school very often! :(
Will be giving hall tours to the incoming batch tomorrow, followed by Huang Cheng Ye Yun. Whose ticket incidentally, sports a very unique design!
Haha alright enough enough, I best get back to catching work :)
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 03:57 pm
Chasing time on Saturday, February 17, 2007...
Gotta try this next time XD
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 12:03 am
Gotta try this next time XD
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 12:03 am
Chasing time on Thursday, February 15, 2007...
Emotions are tricky. Especially the red-hot flushes of shame that grip you as you think of the essay you submitted on Monday; those lines you thought were witty, the arguments you thought were persuasive, comes back and haunts you in your sleep, when you are bathing, when you eat. Always good to decipher that, what lies behind the shame, is nothing but an inflated sense of self-worth :) Pop the former, and the latter goes away.
But still, the sense of dread of the score returning, the marker's comments... endless worry >_<
And I still need to improve this elusive skill of essay writing. I have in mind two possible essays to assay (which, curiously enough, turns out to be the root for essay - to try), one on the concept of human rationality (is there such a thing?). The other would be more related to the current topic of environmental ethics - it is a subfield established to try justify environmental protection by giving them an intrinsic value, an inherent worth that no human can judge otherwise, as opposed to instrumental value. But perhaps we've gotten it all wrong, and it's not that plants need an intrinsic value to be protected from human exploitation, but rather, we need to dethrone ourselves from this human construct of values - it's not trees lack value, but rather, we endow ourselves with too much of it.
But anyway. Me and roomie went running; unfortunately though he appeared to have lost his wallet mid-journey. Retraced the path twice, no dice. Just as we return to our rooms resigned, with him calling DBS to cancel his card and almost completing the cancellation procedure, a fellow blockmate found the wallet, lying in a pile of shuttlecocks, just outside our room XD Phew.
Interhall Road Race's tomorrow, and it's kinda stressed especially when I just barely made the mark into the team, and other halls have field much much better runners, but also mainly because I can't perform consistently >< Hope I don't screw it up sigh.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:32 am
"People believe that they have a certain worth, and when other people treat them as though they are worth less than that, they experience the emotion of anger. Conversely, when people fail to live up to their own sense of worth, they feel shame, and when they are evaluated correctly in proportion to their worth, they feel pride."
Emotions are tricky. Especially the red-hot flushes of shame that grip you as you think of the essay you submitted on Monday; those lines you thought were witty, the arguments you thought were persuasive, comes back and haunts you in your sleep, when you are bathing, when you eat. Always good to decipher that, what lies behind the shame, is nothing but an inflated sense of self-worth :) Pop the former, and the latter goes away.
But still, the sense of dread of the score returning, the marker's comments... endless worry >_<
And I still need to improve this elusive skill of essay writing. I have in mind two possible essays to assay (which, curiously enough, turns out to be the root for essay - to try), one on the concept of human rationality (is there such a thing?). The other would be more related to the current topic of environmental ethics - it is a subfield established to try justify environmental protection by giving them an intrinsic value, an inherent worth that no human can judge otherwise, as opposed to instrumental value. But perhaps we've gotten it all wrong, and it's not that plants need an intrinsic value to be protected from human exploitation, but rather, we need to dethrone ourselves from this human construct of values - it's not trees lack value, but rather, we endow ourselves with too much of it.
But anyway. Me and roomie went running; unfortunately though he appeared to have lost his wallet mid-journey. Retraced the path twice, no dice. Just as we return to our rooms resigned, with him calling DBS to cancel his card and almost completing the cancellation procedure, a fellow blockmate found the wallet, lying in a pile of shuttlecocks, just outside our room XD Phew.
Interhall Road Race's tomorrow, and it's kinda stressed especially when I just barely made the mark into the team, and other halls have field much much better runners, but also mainly because I can't perform consistently >< Hope I don't screw it up sigh.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:32 am
Chasing time on Sunday, February 11, 2007...
It hangs by the hair / I know not when / the drooping eyelids / the snap of hair / the blade flashes.
-bleeds messily-
I have exactly 13 hours to get my essay out now. That of course, ignores a basic physiological need for sleep, which I am already feeling the tug for, having not slept much yesterday either.
I'll either get it done quickly, or you'll find me in the obituaries tomorrow, death by caffeine overdose.
It is times like this where I really wished I could just import modafinil, and screw the misuse of drugs act. Trust me, don't look it up, you don't want to know what it can do. A faustian pact, which I would have been willing to sign.
Work aside, as I was pondering on the thesis and autocratic themes, a rendition of the song "True Colors" of the Dove advertisement, broadcasted on TVMobile, totally. melted. me. Have been trying to record a better quality version through my phone, no dice so far XD But shall try again tomorrow, when I'm disencumbered of my essay.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 09:03 pm
It hangs by the hair / I know not when / the drooping eyelids / the snap of hair / the blade flashes.
-bleeds messily-
I have exactly 13 hours to get my essay out now. That of course, ignores a basic physiological need for sleep, which I am already feeling the tug for, having not slept much yesterday either.
I'll either get it done quickly, or you'll find me in the obituaries tomorrow, death by caffeine overdose.
It is times like this where I really wished I could just import modafinil, and screw the misuse of drugs act. Trust me, don't look it up, you don't want to know what it can do. A faustian pact, which I would have been willing to sign.
Work aside, as I was pondering on the thesis and autocratic themes, a rendition of the song "True Colors" of the Dove advertisement, broadcasted on TVMobile, totally. melted. me. Have been trying to record a better quality version through my phone, no dice so far XD But shall try again tomorrow, when I'm disencumbered of my essay.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 09:03 pm
Chasing time on Monday, February 5, 2007...
every week passes and i find myself more and more behind! was 1 week behind math, now 2! and that's not including the additional weeks i have to put in to catch up with those who've already the foundation >_<
i never imagined university to be so completely time-encompassing, that we've no time for our own learning :( in fact, i'm surviving on borrowed time, in a sense, feeding off on the foundations i have in cs and using the time elsewhere - how darkly ironic that i'm studying comp sci and not be advancing at all in it ><
one continuous assessment down, now waiting and hoping that the professor answers certain queries before i make corrections to the test and submit; then, i'll have to contend with a 2000 word essay weighing the effects which the post-65ers have on our current form of government!
and um... charcolette is still hospitalised; with most of my work in it. had to make do with pen and paper (heh! XD) for math, which again reminds me, im still impossibly behind.
but yes in a way, i thank all these work for keeping me sane and focussed; its like, you know, a gnawing itch where you can't scratch, the whole thing affects me more than it should, more than i care to admit, so you stub your toe with the combined weight of books, and omg oww oww oww! but hey i don't feel the itch, kinda~
when i picked 3 usp modules this sem, i kinda stood at the precipe of a cliff and thought - this is it, i either die, or i learn to swim properly.
and this time, ths week, i better learn how to write effectively. or die.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:35 am
every week passes and i find myself more and more behind! was 1 week behind math, now 2! and that's not including the additional weeks i have to put in to catch up with those who've already the foundation >_<
i never imagined university to be so completely time-encompassing, that we've no time for our own learning :( in fact, i'm surviving on borrowed time, in a sense, feeding off on the foundations i have in cs and using the time elsewhere - how darkly ironic that i'm studying comp sci and not be advancing at all in it ><
one continuous assessment down, now waiting and hoping that the professor answers certain queries before i make corrections to the test and submit; then, i'll have to contend with a 2000 word essay weighing the effects which the post-65ers have on our current form of government!
and um... charcolette is still hospitalised; with most of my work in it. had to make do with pen and paper (heh! XD) for math, which again reminds me, im still impossibly behind.
but yes in a way, i thank all these work for keeping me sane and focussed; its like, you know, a gnawing itch where you can't scratch, the whole thing affects me more than it should, more than i care to admit, so you stub your toe with the combined weight of books, and omg oww oww oww! but hey i don't feel the itch, kinda~
when i picked 3 usp modules this sem, i kinda stood at the precipe of a cliff and thought - this is it, i either die, or i learn to swim properly.
and this time, ths week, i better learn how to write effectively. or die.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:35 am
Chasing time on Thursday, February 1, 2007...
Sick sick sick.
No mood to do work, lousy excuse not to >< I don't know, work seems to be piling piling but there's just no mood to do it! Especially since it's all non-computing related anyway sigh >< All those little dreams that you had wished to pursue just somehow dim out of the way under the onslaught of work pft. It doesn't help that I'm not disciplined enough and have a lack of willpower to get things done!
Brought Charcolette to the IBM repair centre cos of her loose backlight connections; the service centre is great! Free snacks, drinks and internet access XD Unfortunately the comp has to stay overnight instead of being healed on the spot, if not I could envision quite an enjoyable time there mugging (:
Was pondering about running and all. I guess the speed and all is dependent on the environment's demands on your muscles, use or waste away; so those who run faster just happen to have (besides genetics, of course) more continuous and stronger demands? Like, you know, natural inefficiency in walking, like tendency to walk in a non-linear fashion, making you engage more muscles than in general. So perhaps to run faster, instead of training we should just like, wrap weights around our legs? Increase the constant environmental load of sorts, pushing the use/waste equilibrium in our favour. Just wondering about the physiological stresses on the joints, hmm.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:48 am
Sick sick sick.
No mood to do work, lousy excuse not to >< I don't know, work seems to be piling piling but there's just no mood to do it! Especially since it's all non-computing related anyway sigh >< All those little dreams that you had wished to pursue just somehow dim out of the way under the onslaught of work pft. It doesn't help that I'm not disciplined enough and have a lack of willpower to get things done!
Brought Charcolette to the IBM repair centre cos of her loose backlight connections; the service centre is great! Free snacks, drinks and internet access XD Unfortunately the comp has to stay overnight instead of being healed on the spot, if not I could envision quite an enjoyable time there mugging (:
Was pondering about running and all. I guess the speed and all is dependent on the environment's demands on your muscles, use or waste away; so those who run faster just happen to have (besides genetics, of course) more continuous and stronger demands? Like, you know, natural inefficiency in walking, like tendency to walk in a non-linear fashion, making you engage more muscles than in general. So perhaps to run faster, instead of training we should just like, wrap weights around our legs? Increase the constant environmental load of sorts, pushing the use/waste equilibrium in our favour. Just wondering about the physiological stresses on the joints, hmm.
...panting, staring bleakly ahead at the dust trail, and gave up at 01:48 am
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