There IS something I hate after all...
tiny little web fonts... purposely made so, most frequently seen on girly webpages.
DO they expect everybody to have super eyesights like spiderman or what?
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 30, 2005
nocturnal
I announce officially that I've become nocturnal. Productivity during daytime = 0, productivity during nightime = 5 , not much higher but still higher. Hate Mondays, feel like someone's ripped me of my precious freedom.
Want to write something under the title 'when love is not enough'. And realized the title's way beyond me.
I slept early last night, but was woken up by a sudden urge to taste just a spoonful of ice-cream. It was near 4am but I jerked myself out of bed and headed to the freezer. I must be freaking mad. All is forgivable ... when one's alone & bored.
Want to write something under the title 'when love is not enough'. And realized the title's way beyond me.
I slept early last night, but was woken up by a sudden urge to taste just a spoonful of ice-cream. It was near 4am but I jerked myself out of bed and headed to the freezer. I must be freaking mad. All is forgivable ... when one's alone & bored.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
frustration
I hate what I draw. I don't know how to draw anymore. It's so difficult to keep the appearance/facial expressions of a character true throught a panel. Cry. Sob. Howl! Tree says I'm biochemically brain-damaged...
Friday, May 27, 2005
the hours
I was sitting by the table the whole time, reading, typing, listening. watching. How strange it feels that time is non-existent but my very presence is swirled up in its entirety. When I'm busy, time passes by blocks, subunits. I always run out of minutes, or even the last few seconds. But when everything's quiet and I'm on my own without any obligations or specific engagements, time disappears into thin air, non-measurable, unimportant.
But I'm finally aware how the night's overtaken. 9pm to 5am, the night is only that long. That's what happens in summer.
Yawn~ should hit the sac , this vampire-like routine's no good for me.
On a side note, the co-ed washroom is... I'm still not used to bumping into half naked men with water dripping all over. they might find the 'vice versa' picture attractive, but no, I just want a single sex washroom.
But I'm finally aware how the night's overtaken. 9pm to 5am, the night is only that long. That's what happens in summer.
Yawn~ should hit the sac , this vampire-like routine's no good for me.
On a side note, the co-ed washroom is... I'm still not used to bumping into half naked men with water dripping all over. they might find the 'vice versa' picture attractive, but no, I just want a single sex washroom.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
palace of knossos
We finally met our history of ancient art professeur.
Start with : a woman
adding adjectives such as: deadly conceptual, heart-achingly boring, mind-numbingly monotonous
and it goes with a few more comments: She shut off almost all lights coz there was a slide show. For two whole hours I tried not to doze off and concentrate on her 'um...hum...' populated with spellings of key words. When the light was finally back on, I felt as if reborne from the dead.
We went on a tour to the Palace of Knossos. Correction, our eyes went on a tedious map-reading tour of the half-destructed Palace of Knossos on the island of Crete, where the legend of the half-bull minotaur dwells. It's bizarre why a splendid & luxurious palace like Knossos was totally unfortefied. Or at least archaelogical evidence suggests so. Mycenaen palaces on the other hand have thick walls all around. (Nevertheless, they didn't escape natural disasters. & the citadel was in worse shape than Knossos)I really adore that 'light well' right beside 'queen's megaron', its sole purpose to provide light and fresh air. I so need it right now.
Link 1 Link 2
There're many blue monkeys depicted in fresco. I wonder why they're blue. It's not that they don't have brown paint.
blue monkeys, blue blue blue
Who knows why they're blue?? Maybe the ancient Minoans thought monkeys rafted over the ocean so they'were blue! Or is it associated with mythology? I don't think monkeys ever made any guest appearance in Greek mythology though.
Start with : a woman
adding adjectives such as: deadly conceptual, heart-achingly boring, mind-numbingly monotonous
and it goes with a few more comments: She shut off almost all lights coz there was a slide show. For two whole hours I tried not to doze off and concentrate on her 'um...hum...' populated with spellings of key words. When the light was finally back on, I felt as if reborne from the dead.
We went on a tour to the Palace of Knossos. Correction, our eyes went on a tedious map-reading tour of the half-destructed Palace of Knossos on the island of Crete, where the legend of the half-bull minotaur dwells. It's bizarre why a splendid & luxurious palace like Knossos was totally unfortefied. Or at least archaelogical evidence suggests so. Mycenaen palaces on the other hand have thick walls all around. (Nevertheless, they didn't escape natural disasters. & the citadel was in worse shape than Knossos)I really adore that 'light well' right beside 'queen's megaron', its sole purpose to provide light and fresh air. I so need it right now.
Link 1 Link 2
There're many blue monkeys depicted in fresco. I wonder why they're blue. It's not that they don't have brown paint.
blue monkeys, blue blue blue
Who knows why they're blue?? Maybe the ancient Minoans thought monkeys rafted over the ocean so they'were blue! Or is it associated with mythology? I don't think monkeys ever made any guest appearance in Greek mythology though.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
ice-cream
Had a horrible dream this early morning and woke up with a splitting headache. It's good nobody's busily constructing that new building right before my window or else I might explode. They always start work promptly at 7 o'clock every weekday. I don't even need an alarm clock. 'Hey I need a panel down here'. or 'Bolts, I need bolts' are the usual alarm 'tunes'.
I went to meet the girl who sold me statistics txtbk. And this's definitely not the first time I put myself in an embarassing situation. The price we negotiated was 60 but I only had 54.8 in my pocket (that includes a palmful of unsightly coins, 1c & 5c). I was wondering if I could pay the deficit by subway tokens (worth $2 each) which I had a few. She went gasping 'Are you serious?' And there I went a long way to an ATM machine and back again to pay her. And the headache worsened. But it's miraculous how a spoonful of Breyers strawberry & chocolate ice-cream could save me. I feel rejuvenated & happy again hoho. I'm just so easy to be satisfied.
copyright Haagen-Dazs
My fav Haagen=Dazs flavour is greentea + taro.
I went to meet the girl who sold me statistics txtbk. And this's definitely not the first time I put myself in an embarassing situation. The price we negotiated was 60 but I only had 54.8 in my pocket (that includes a palmful of unsightly coins, 1c & 5c). I was wondering if I could pay the deficit by subway tokens (worth $2 each) which I had a few. She went gasping 'Are you serious?' And there I went a long way to an ATM machine and back again to pay her. And the headache worsened. But it's miraculous how a spoonful of Breyers strawberry & chocolate ice-cream could save me. I feel rejuvenated & happy again hoho. I'm just so easy to be satisfied.
copyright Haagen-Dazs
My fav Haagen=Dazs flavour is greentea + taro.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
a walk in the 'blogs'
Click click click. Guess I'm too bored.
I opened my own profile and clicked on 'joe hisaishi, ghibli' etc and visited those who shared my interests.
And so I made several stops and left several signatures along the way.
and I came across a very funny website
http://cheston.com/pbf/archive.html
V entertaining comic strips filled with dark humour.
Here're two I 'hahahahaha'ed at.
One More Day
Turtle City
I opened my own profile and clicked on 'joe hisaishi, ghibli' etc and visited those who shared my interests.
And so I made several stops and left several signatures along the way.
and I came across a very funny website
http://cheston.com/pbf/archive.html
V entertaining comic strips filled with dark humour.
Here're two I 'hahahahaha'ed at.
One More Day
Turtle City
Friday, May 20, 2005
ca va?
ca (cellide) va bien??? non...
Why why why. At first I thought it's only the object that needs gender n no. agreement, how innocent i am. even adjectives... agree this, agree that, plural this, singular that. and I can never pronounce that strange little francais 'r'. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
patience zhu, patience...
Distant friend B was frantically looking for her 'lost' girlfriend A who cut off all contacts with him. Changed mobile phone, changed MSN, changed address, changed appearance (no, this one's joking). 'Isn't it obvious she doesn't want you to find her?' Of course I'm not that cruel a person to toss it straight to his face. And why is a girl who goes to such extremes still worth pursuing? And how can a boy who never knows the limits and practicality ever gonna be a man... so B finally gave up. I'd rather think it's a good thing for him.
And so I scrolled down my MSN contact list, seeing their names almost side by side, not touching but almost. Strangers by a mischievous scheme. End of story.
This little patch of skin at my 'supernatal notch' has a threatening soon to be 'rash' sign. no no no
oh yes belated congrats to GARNET CROW!!!
2005.5.18
release of 18th single [君の思い描いた夢 集メル HEAVEN]
1.君の思い描いた夢 集メル HEAVEN
2.Circle Days
3.いつかまた会いましょう (let's meet again someday)
4.君の思い描いた夢 集メル HEAVEN ~ instrumental
c/w #3 has a v refreshing chorus which goes so perfectly with the blue cover.
Glad they're forever trying out new styles while all the time retaining GARNET flavour. That's why they never grow old. Already 5 years since the release of 1st single 'Mysterious Eyes'. I've always thought it'll be so much better if I could understand what Yuri's singing coz the lyrics NANA wrote gave so much soul to the general feel of a song. I remember in 'Marionette Fantasia' - Listen, din lalalang, the old clock that strikes twelve; Look, thirteen eyes that glow in darkness.
It only gets better ^^
Why why why. At first I thought it's only the object that needs gender n no. agreement, how innocent i am. even adjectives... agree this, agree that, plural this, singular that. and I can never pronounce that strange little francais 'r'. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
patience zhu, patience...
Distant friend B was frantically looking for her 'lost' girlfriend A who cut off all contacts with him. Changed mobile phone, changed MSN, changed address, changed appearance (no, this one's joking). 'Isn't it obvious she doesn't want you to find her?' Of course I'm not that cruel a person to toss it straight to his face. And why is a girl who goes to such extremes still worth pursuing? And how can a boy who never knows the limits and practicality ever gonna be a man... so B finally gave up. I'd rather think it's a good thing for him.
And so I scrolled down my MSN contact list, seeing their names almost side by side, not touching but almost. Strangers by a mischievous scheme. End of story.
This little patch of skin at my 'supernatal notch' has a threatening soon to be 'rash' sign. no no no
oh yes belated congrats to GARNET CROW!!!
2005.5.18
release of 18th single [君の思い描いた夢 集メル HEAVEN]
1.君の思い描いた夢 集メル HEAVEN
2.Circle Days
3.いつかまた会いましょう (let's meet again someday)
4.君の思い描いた夢 集メル HEAVEN ~ instrumental
c/w #3 has a v refreshing chorus which goes so perfectly with the blue cover.
Glad they're forever trying out new styles while all the time retaining GARNET flavour. That's why they never grow old. Already 5 years since the release of 1st single 'Mysterious Eyes'. I've always thought it'll be so much better if I could understand what Yuri's singing coz the lyrics NANA wrote gave so much soul to the general feel of a song. I remember in 'Marionette Fantasia' - Listen, din lalalang, the old clock that strikes twelve; Look, thirteen eyes that glow in darkness.
It only gets better ^^
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
the L word
The L word.
Isn't it the show Jady blogged on?
I saw the episodes on our school sharing hub and out of curiosity downloaded n watched one.
Like many other typical american shows, this one's no exception, selling the big word 'sex' and 'love'. Sexless shows simply don't exist anymore. Not one staged in LA. This one's about lesbians(or sometimes bisexuals).
Wasn't interested in following up on the plots coz it's already into 2nd season n still running. Too lengthy to trace back.
There's one particular actress that stands out among all others. Her name is Katherine Moennig (cousin of Gwenyth Paltrow). Her role as Shane in 'the L word' isn't excatly her premier breakthrough 'defining role' so to speak. She has acted transvestites, tomboys well before 'L'. And mysterious as to the consensus many women audience have reached that Shane's the ultimate sex symbol and wickedly alluring, I have to admit she's the one who leaves the strongest impression on me after just one episode. The rest of the players may come across as ordinary women you see shopping on streets, walking past but Shane just charms. The way she dresses n moves. Her deep voice, her coolness, her flippancy. Two deadly important things that play to her success: dressing style & good looks. Sometimes her smile reminds me of Meg Ryan. Meg Ryan in white T-shirt & leather pants, with dark eye shadows and stylistically ruffled black hair. haha
Not sure how to describe her looks. I'll just stick to the cliche word 'sexy'...
Isn't it the show Jady blogged on?
I saw the episodes on our school sharing hub and out of curiosity downloaded n watched one.
Like many other typical american shows, this one's no exception, selling the big word 'sex' and 'love'. Sexless shows simply don't exist anymore. Not one staged in LA. This one's about lesbians(or sometimes bisexuals).
Wasn't interested in following up on the plots coz it's already into 2nd season n still running. Too lengthy to trace back.
There's one particular actress that stands out among all others. Her name is Katherine Moennig (cousin of Gwenyth Paltrow). Her role as Shane in 'the L word' isn't excatly her premier breakthrough 'defining role' so to speak. She has acted transvestites, tomboys well before 'L'. And mysterious as to the consensus many women audience have reached that Shane's the ultimate sex symbol and wickedly alluring, I have to admit she's the one who leaves the strongest impression on me after just one episode. The rest of the players may come across as ordinary women you see shopping on streets, walking past but Shane just charms. The way she dresses n moves. Her deep voice, her coolness, her flippancy. Two deadly important things that play to her success: dressing style & good looks. Sometimes her smile reminds me of Meg Ryan. Meg Ryan in white T-shirt & leather pants, with dark eye shadows and stylistically ruffled black hair. haha
Not sure how to describe her looks. I'll just stick to the cliche word 'sexy'...
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
W. Graham Robertson & Wilde
J. S. Sargent's portrayal of W. Graham Robertson, an English artist and illustrator
Do you really live at Sandhills, Witley? Surely not Sandhills! You are made for olive-groves, and for meadows starred with white narcissi. I am sure this letter will be returned to me by post office.
I have written to you at Rutland Gate to tell you how sorry I am you have missed Paris, and how much more sorry I am that I did not keep you to your promise. I should have loved to have been with you-Sandhills or no Sandhills.
I send this letter into the air! Will you ever get it? I suppose not.
Ever yours, O.W.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
alison krauss
Can't help writing it before i sleep.
Alison Krauss, ohh, such a candy sweet voice, so soft, feel like a cat curling up n purring. Warm and smooth.Above 9th heaven and dun ever wake me up.
Alison Krauss, ohh, such a candy sweet voice, so soft, feel like a cat curling up n purring. Warm and smooth.Above 9th heaven and dun ever wake me up.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
they long to be close to you
Why is it the birds suddenly appear
when you're around?
Just like me,
they long to be close to you
Why is it the stars start to fall
when you're near?
Just like me,
they long to be close to you
- from an unknown song
when you're around?
Just like me,
they long to be close to you
Why is it the stars start to fall
when you're near?
Just like me,
they long to be close to you
- from an unknown song
Friday, May 13, 2005
compulsive over achiever
'Our compulsive translator translated until he passed out'...
'I was bored and there was the raws, I felt compelled to translate everything, and ahhh, it felt so good. I worked day and night and it was finally done.'
'And I was bedridden...'
I don't know whether to laugh, sympathize or just nod my head in agreement when I read the above lines from a translation project team. That's exactly what I did last night, from 9pm all the way to 4am until I thought I'd about to pass out writing the stoopid review. That's been a bad habit recently. If I ever start doing something I like, I'd stick to my seat until I see the end, either the end of myself or the end of the stuff I was writing. That's why the holiday-euphoria me who's supposed to be all relaxed still look like one under high exam stress. Pimples, unattended hairstyle, and twelve o'clock shadows. And school's about to start in 3 days. I can't go back in this battered condtion.
I think I'd better ride the Grey Hound back to Toronto TMR!! Sooner the better. Awww I dun wanna ever look at my huge mountains of luggage. I don't understand why my luggage's always huger than my friends'. I mean ALWAYS, sec school, JC, just can't have enough of it. What's going on. Do I produce so much trash?
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I suddenly found myself funny looking. Not sure which feature on my face is funny, but it IS funny. Then I tried to recall whether I've made any jokes of myself recently. No... I've been humble for a while.
Jady's 'hypercube' science blog has an article on the differences b/w male and female brains. I can't help grumbling about their use of the word 'inferiority or superiority' for that matter. It's perfectly fine to accept the fact that males are better in spacial perception or the fact that they're easily aroused coz of hypersensitive hypathalamus region or not, it's just not right to rate strenghs as inferior/superior. A strength is a strength. We just have to bring out the full potentials of our inbuilt biological abilities. And if I ever hear a male commenting on females being 'inferior' biologically, I'm just gonna smirk at him 'Are you threatened or what, dim wit?'.
I'm hungry...
'I was bored and there was the raws, I felt compelled to translate everything, and ahhh, it felt so good. I worked day and night and it was finally done.'
'And I was bedridden...'
I don't know whether to laugh, sympathize or just nod my head in agreement when I read the above lines from a translation project team. That's exactly what I did last night, from 9pm all the way to 4am until I thought I'd about to pass out writing the stoopid review. That's been a bad habit recently. If I ever start doing something I like, I'd stick to my seat until I see the end, either the end of myself or the end of the stuff I was writing. That's why the holiday-euphoria me who's supposed to be all relaxed still look like one under high exam stress. Pimples, unattended hairstyle, and twelve o'clock shadows. And school's about to start in 3 days. I can't go back in this battered condtion.
I think I'd better ride the Grey Hound back to Toronto TMR!! Sooner the better. Awww I dun wanna ever look at my huge mountains of luggage. I don't understand why my luggage's always huger than my friends'. I mean ALWAYS, sec school, JC, just can't have enough of it. What's going on. Do I produce so much trash?
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I suddenly found myself funny looking. Not sure which feature on my face is funny, but it IS funny. Then I tried to recall whether I've made any jokes of myself recently. No... I've been humble for a while.
Jady's 'hypercube' science blog has an article on the differences b/w male and female brains. I can't help grumbling about their use of the word 'inferiority or superiority' for that matter. It's perfectly fine to accept the fact that males are better in spacial perception or the fact that they're easily aroused coz of hypersensitive hypathalamus region or not, it's just not right to rate strenghs as inferior/superior. A strength is a strength. We just have to bring out the full potentials of our inbuilt biological abilities. And if I ever hear a male commenting on females being 'inferior' biologically, I'm just gonna smirk at him 'Are you threatened or what, dim wit?'.
I'm hungry...
modoru motoni
Here's my review version 1.0 on an unusual manga artist modoru motoni
Please take a look ^_^ if you're over 20 years of age, and leave if you're under 20.
I dont take any responsibility if you're disgusted by the content.
haha did I just make it sound a little bit more tempting?
It's written in chinese so switch ur browser to Unicode.
Ready? Click Here: My Bloody Review 1.0
Please take a look ^_^ if you're over 20 years of age, and leave if you're under 20.
I dont take any responsibility if you're disgusted by the content.
haha did I just make it sound a little bit more tempting?
It's written in chinese so switch ur browser to Unicode.
Ready? Click Here: My Bloody Review 1.0
Thursday, May 12, 2005
heart or brain
Why was it we started to think with our 'heart' not 'brain'? Egyptians thought the brain was not important and removed it completely in mummification process while preserving the other vital organs inside jars guarded by their gods. And the idea that a person's heart will be as light as a feather if his deeds are justfied is anohter manifestation of the importance of THE HEART. Or was it because the heart beats n throbs that they took notice while on the other hand, brain lies peacefully as a stagnant mass inside the thick enclosure of the skull... Whatever, 'lemme show you my true brain' sounds weird enough, not to say 'lemme show u the true colour my brain'. I don't wanna know.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
rene magritte
Was re-reading hanakimi manga yesterday and saw the artist's name. They mentioned a surrealistic drawing with daylight sky but nightscape surface. Since I've got nothing better to do, I went googling the name 'magritte' so here's the painting
The Empire of Light
1954, oil on canvas
Musée Royaux des Beaux-Arts
Rene Magritte was a swedish surrealist artist (somewhat influenced by Dali althou his major inspiration was from another artist) whose most famours work known to date is probably 'the treason of pictures' (this is not a pipe) drawn in 1929.
There's a poster of this art piece hanging in our medical science building. For a moment when I passed by, I couldn't recall exactly where I read about it. It must be in an introductory surrealism book now i think back on it. the TREASON of an image, it's an representation of a pipe but not a real object, not something you can smoke, merely colours and lines. That's why it's not a pipe. That's the standard explanation given in many books. To define reality by usage. Reminds me of Almasy the English Patient. 'A broken car, a new car, still a car', then came Katherine's reply 'a husband's love, platonic love, definitely different things'.
Can we blatantly argue 'drawing of a pipe, sculpture of a pipe, a real pipe, still a pipe?' Since that's the word that comes to our mind when we seize upon the image.
In later decades, Rene drew another painting with duplicated theme. A huge realistic looking apple annotated below 'this is not an apple'. Sure. Why would our medical science building adopt the pipe I was wondering? To interpret the hidden? If I force the reasons in their possible 'what's great for a sicentific mind' way, the pipe might shine some sparks. Still the avant garde idea must be appealing and daring in his time. Even now the influence is still everywhere.
I remembered my biology teacher in my junior high school told us you could infer how smart a person is from how easy he can cap a pen. The rather dense headed me practised for a while decapping and recapping my ballpen and it wasn't easy as I thought. Is this 'precision gripping' or eye-hand coordination really an indication of IQ? It made an impression on me no doubt and later I was a bit agitated why the hell I was bothered by such fickle comments.
And why my blogger interface suddenly changed from eng to chinese...
The Empire of Light
1954, oil on canvas
Musée Royaux des Beaux-Arts
Rene Magritte was a swedish surrealist artist (somewhat influenced by Dali althou his major inspiration was from another artist) whose most famours work known to date is probably 'the treason of pictures' (this is not a pipe) drawn in 1929.
There's a poster of this art piece hanging in our medical science building. For a moment when I passed by, I couldn't recall exactly where I read about it. It must be in an introductory surrealism book now i think back on it. the TREASON of an image, it's an representation of a pipe but not a real object, not something you can smoke, merely colours and lines. That's why it's not a pipe. That's the standard explanation given in many books. To define reality by usage. Reminds me of Almasy the English Patient. 'A broken car, a new car, still a car', then came Katherine's reply 'a husband's love, platonic love, definitely different things'.
Can we blatantly argue 'drawing of a pipe, sculpture of a pipe, a real pipe, still a pipe?' Since that's the word that comes to our mind when we seize upon the image.
In later decades, Rene drew another painting with duplicated theme. A huge realistic looking apple annotated below 'this is not an apple'. Sure. Why would our medical science building adopt the pipe I was wondering? To interpret the hidden? If I force the reasons in their possible 'what's great for a sicentific mind' way, the pipe might shine some sparks. Still the avant garde idea must be appealing and daring in his time. Even now the influence is still everywhere.
I remembered my biology teacher in my junior high school told us you could infer how smart a person is from how easy he can cap a pen. The rather dense headed me practised for a while decapping and recapping my ballpen and it wasn't easy as I thought. Is this 'precision gripping' or eye-hand coordination really an indication of IQ? It made an impression on me no doubt and later I was a bit agitated why the hell I was bothered by such fickle comments.
And why my blogger interface suddenly changed from eng to chinese...
Monday, May 09, 2005
back to old
well alrite, until i came up with a better blog with colours that don't depress, I'll stick with my old clock.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
soo so so happy!! at last!
I'm happy!! About everything right now! Not really because of the biochem test which ended half my life and half my courage, but an ordinary walk down a 'country lane' that brings me back to the feeling of joy n innocence once again, as if walking right into childhood laughters. I just feel so light hearted and touched I can do nothing but grin from ear to ear.
At 1215 I carried my backpack and headed to the front desk for check-out. Damn the queue was so so long, and I had to catch the bus to waterloo at 1230. Luckily I got on the bus somewhat at last minute. The driver whooshed me on 'deck' and there we rocked all the way to a stop-over station called 'guelph' where everybody except me got off. Fine. After 10 minutes break, 3 more passengers got on so as not to make myself the lone wolf. And an hour later, it arrived at Kitchner, where again, everybody except me got off.
'Still wanna go to waterloo?'
'Yeah.'
'Alrite, you're the only one'
Was he gonna drop me off at kitchner n go back for break i wonder? But anyhow he was nice enough to get me to the campus.
And so I arrived. With heavy weight luggage, muscle cramp, severe fatige and retardednes, and the primitive urge to wolf down whatever resembled food.
After dinner, me and Mary (auntie's daughter) had a game of chinese chess. Geez. Shame on me. What's the last time i ever played one?
1st, I didn't learn it.
2nd, I wanted to learn it so I joined RJ chess club and was scared away on day One coz the president asked beginners to solve a problem assuming we already knew the basics pretty well. And everybody(wearing glasses)was musing over something I couldn't comprehend and at the same time massaging their chin as if the'd rub an idea out of it.
3rd, the last time I ever played chinese chess, with jady, somewhere along JC1 timeline. And I didn't even know how to make a move. Should I dong4 bin1 or should I yi2 pao4?
And so, 4th, adding on to my small collection of zhu's choronological recollection of chinese chess,
I lost to Mary at the mere 11th or 12th move. Although I did put in some efforts and thought about 3 or 4 steps ahead. And read that, I only looked at MY battlefield. Just when did her horse corner my general??? Zhu are you nuts?
But it's very stimulating.
The sunset was brilliant so we two decided to go out for a walk. She said there're 2 lovely lanes down the road. 'Lovely' is an understatement. I almost forgot there were still wild goose, four-leaved clovers around, or a shrub that looks like Medusa's snakey hairstyle. And a singing stream that caught the straws we threw in and entangled them with the water ferns. I remembered lots of stuff, the tadpoles I caught, George Winston's 'Motana', and Jady's 'final fantasy'- or is this place somewhere near her ideal? We met two kids who were venturing into a swamp of mud at the edge of a pond. They were having great fun dirtying their shoes and getting their feet stuck in the gluey mess. We picked some pebbles and threw them as far as we could, until our arms were tired and limb then we headed back, while all the way mimicking the sound of frogs, frightend chickens and ducks. We betted on the time we'd reach home and I won.
I feel so rejuvenated. If only this's the place I'd stay for a bit longer...
At 1215 I carried my backpack and headed to the front desk for check-out. Damn the queue was so so long, and I had to catch the bus to waterloo at 1230. Luckily I got on the bus somewhat at last minute. The driver whooshed me on 'deck' and there we rocked all the way to a stop-over station called 'guelph' where everybody except me got off. Fine. After 10 minutes break, 3 more passengers got on so as not to make myself the lone wolf. And an hour later, it arrived at Kitchner, where again, everybody except me got off.
'Still wanna go to waterloo?'
'Yeah.'
'Alrite, you're the only one'
Was he gonna drop me off at kitchner n go back for break i wonder? But anyhow he was nice enough to get me to the campus.
And so I arrived. With heavy weight luggage, muscle cramp, severe fatige and retardednes, and the primitive urge to wolf down whatever resembled food.
After dinner, me and Mary (auntie's daughter) had a game of chinese chess. Geez. Shame on me. What's the last time i ever played one?
1st, I didn't learn it.
2nd, I wanted to learn it so I joined RJ chess club and was scared away on day One coz the president asked beginners to solve a problem assuming we already knew the basics pretty well. And everybody(wearing glasses)was musing over something I couldn't comprehend and at the same time massaging their chin as if the'd rub an idea out of it.
3rd, the last time I ever played chinese chess, with jady, somewhere along JC1 timeline. And I didn't even know how to make a move. Should I dong4 bin1 or should I yi2 pao4?
And so, 4th, adding on to my small collection of zhu's choronological recollection of chinese chess,
I lost to Mary at the mere 11th or 12th move. Although I did put in some efforts and thought about 3 or 4 steps ahead. And read that, I only looked at MY battlefield. Just when did her horse corner my general??? Zhu are you nuts?
But it's very stimulating.
The sunset was brilliant so we two decided to go out for a walk. She said there're 2 lovely lanes down the road. 'Lovely' is an understatement. I almost forgot there were still wild goose, four-leaved clovers around, or a shrub that looks like Medusa's snakey hairstyle. And a singing stream that caught the straws we threw in and entangled them with the water ferns. I remembered lots of stuff, the tadpoles I caught, George Winston's 'Motana', and Jady's 'final fantasy'- or is this place somewhere near her ideal? We met two kids who were venturing into a swamp of mud at the edge of a pond. They were having great fun dirtying their shoes and getting their feet stuck in the gluey mess. We picked some pebbles and threw them as far as we could, until our arms were tired and limb then we headed back, while all the way mimicking the sound of frogs, frightend chickens and ducks. We betted on the time we'd reach home and I won.
I feel so rejuvenated. If only this's the place I'd stay for a bit longer...
Monday, May 02, 2005
Sunday, May 01, 2005
senseless years thunder by
'Senseless years thunder by. My love wears forbidden colours' he sings. His english is weird. More like wailing. Nevertheless heartbreakingly corrosive, I feel saaaad.
Blogging is my only entertainment!! Who who who can believe this. I divide a day into blocks, rather like what Hugh Grant does in the movie 'About a day' - living on a no man's island, living a rich nobelman's life. 'Unlike others, I divide my time into blocks. Enjoying my breakfast, 1 block; shopping for CD, 2 blocks; Hair treatment, 1.5 blocks.'
And 'Unlike the rest, I divide my time into blocks. studying biochem session one, 2 blocks. Refill my cup of water, 0.01 block. Empty my bladder, 0.01 block. running behind schedule and studying biochm session 1.2, 2 blocks. Still not enough time and lingering on biochm session 1.3, 2 blocks. Planning with my fingers and a few survived neurons how many more sessions to go, 0.02 block. Nap, 1 block. Blog, 0.5 block.'
And I hereby announce the new rules which will blast away the traditional understatement of the grammatical representation of plural nouns. I have these many SESSIONsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss of biochm to cover. And these many anxietiesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
save me save me.
Blogging is my only entertainment!! Who who who can believe this. I divide a day into blocks, rather like what Hugh Grant does in the movie 'About a day' - living on a no man's island, living a rich nobelman's life. 'Unlike others, I divide my time into blocks. Enjoying my breakfast, 1 block; shopping for CD, 2 blocks; Hair treatment, 1.5 blocks.'
And 'Unlike the rest, I divide my time into blocks. studying biochem session one, 2 blocks. Refill my cup of water, 0.01 block. Empty my bladder, 0.01 block. running behind schedule and studying biochm session 1.2, 2 blocks. Still not enough time and lingering on biochm session 1.3, 2 blocks. Planning with my fingers and a few survived neurons how many more sessions to go, 0.02 block. Nap, 1 block. Blog, 0.5 block.'
And I hereby announce the new rules which will blast away the traditional understatement of the grammatical representation of plural nouns. I have these many SESSIONsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss of biochm to cover. And these many anxietiesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
save me save me.
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