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2007-02-04T10:22:00.000-05:00

yup, it's that time again.

the day where you wake up feeling absolutely exhausted after a good half-a-night's rest (if you can call it that). aches and pains appear to taunt you at your most vulnerable state, and after a religious routine that involves coffee and newspapers, arrive at the sentence hall you affectionately call "work".

work may be fun, or not. you may be excited to tackle the projects, or you may be getting paid constructing excel databases that detail how much time you have until you retire. whatever your prescription, work is. necessary.

-->home.

tired;

eat;

t.v.;

maybe some classes you take on the side to "improve" yourself, classes that you cram in your spare time so that you will be doing something "practical".

you go to sleep exhausted, and the cycle repeats.

and repeats.

why do you spend all your life searching for happiness when it is right beside you?

"the voice spoke timidly, as if a star spoke"

2006-07-20T13:10:00.000-04:00

3 weeks, ça sert à quoi?

*smiles* 525 600...what?

Did you make the most of your life today?

How to Grow a Blog

2006-06-30T21:43:00.000-04:00

The world works in miraculous ways sometimes, dunnit?

See you all in a month.

2006-03-14T18:39:00.000-05:00

Even after being in my warm, toasty house for over 2 hours AND taking a scalding shower, I am still cold.

The Habitat build was sooo awesome!! Despite the fact that it was like, negative 300 outside (can you consider it "outside"? It was inside a house...with no windows. And which half the doors couldn't close. And there was no heating or insulation in the walls...)

I felt so uninteresting in my group.

There was this one guy, "Fernando" who came from Columbia 18 months ago, and is an architect. He came to Canada for the experience. He was this tiny little guy that sure knew what he was doing.

Then there was "Dave". He has been to more countries than I came name! He went bicycling through Africa. FROM LONDON, ENGLAND to SOUTH AFRICA, to be exact. That is crazy. My brain cannot even comprehend that distance..

to make a long story short, he contracted malaria, almost got killed from a war that was going on in Zaire at the time, slept in villages with total strangers, found out that the stuff they put on World Vision is total BS, ("you hear them laughing...they're so happy despite their poverty") and lost about 50 pounds.

When he went to school at Ryerson (for MUSIC! and afterwards for ECE) , he held a job as a box mover. (Moving boxes into trucks.) He said that this guy always showed up to work in a suit. Of course, Dave asked the guy why he always wore a suit. I mean, common sense dictates that you should wear sweat pants or something when doing hard, physical labour.

As it turned out, that guy held a PhD in mathematics, but after he moved here he couldn't find a job. So he was stuck with moving boxes to make a living for his wife and children.

...hmm. I wonder if I should take a year off school and just travel? Seems like that's where all the learning is...

A Static Fairy Tale

2006-03-11T21:17:00.000-05:00

Once upon a time, in a land far beyond the end of the rainbow, there lived a certain Prince Edelbert, who was tall and athletic (175lbs of rippling muscles) and handsome, with a magnificent tan and flashing white teeth, and courageous, but not too bright.

Like all fairy tale princes, Edelbert was in love with a beautiful princess who lived on the other side of the forest. The princess Griselda had long golden tresses, sparkling blue eyes, and even though she was only a princess, a queen-sized bosom (115 lbs of nubile pulchritude). And she was in love with Edelbert, but the course of true love never did run smooth, and her hand (and other choice portions of her anatomy) had been promised to the king of a nearby country. This king was old and fat, and he had some rather peculiar personal habits. But he was very rich, and was therefore fawned upon by the wicked duke who was Griselda's guardian.

The wedding date was arranged, and the wicked duke imprisoned the beautiful Griselda in a glass tower, to prevent her abduction by any handsome princes. But Edelbert was not so easily put off--he bought himself a ladder--60 ft long, with its centre of mass 20 ft from one end, and weighing 50 lbs. Since he had been a student of physics, he knew that the ladder should be used with its heavier end on the ground, but more than this, he knew that no engineering venture should be attempted without some preliminary feasibility tests.

So he set his ladder against his own glass tower (they were quite common in those days) at an angle of 65° with the ground, and knowing the coefficient of static friction between the foot of the ladder and the ground to be 0.4, he found he could climb to the top of the ladder, even though the glass tower was frictionless.

Flushed with the success of his experiment, he grabbed his ladder, mounted his horse, and galloped off through the forest (this was not easy). On arriving at the beautiful Griselda’s glass tower, he quickly noticed that the surrounding courtyard was identical with his own (μ=0.4 again), and he parked his horse, carefully planted his ladder at 65° and quickly ascended.

When the handsome Edelbert appeared at her window, the beautiful Griselda uttered a squeal of delight, and swooned into her true love’s arms.

And they lived happily ever after—which would have been a lot longer if he’d set the ladder at 67°.

-Ken W.

blue piano my arse

2006-02-23T19:48:00.000-05:00

I present to you all Ms. Blanche DuBois, the diva by which all other divas are compared. Man o man do I dislike her (that was for you, j9 ;)

But seriously, A Streetcar Named Desire has got to be one of the best books (plays?) that I have read.

If you're not the reading type, Marlon Brando is so hot in the movie. *grins*

a guy sits at a latin table...

2006-02-13T20:16:00.000-05:00

http://mind.wjh.harvard.edu/

I believe...

2006-02-03T21:46:00.000-05:00

I believe that I am crazy. Not crazy-crazy, the kind that gets one shut into an asylum. But crazy enough so that it would definitely generate stares if people were allowed a glimpse into my illogical, far-fetched mind.

But then again, crazy people don't know that they're crazy, right?

happiness is a warm puppy

2006-01-09T20:34:00.000-05:00

i should be doing my homework

i should be reviewing my notes

i should be preparing for the exam

but i'm not.

glory be

2006-01-08T13:26:00.000-05:00

school's starting tomorrow!

nothing like starting a posting off with the obvious. what i really am looking forward to is second semester, i dunno why. i just told the people at the vet clinic that my last day there is the 28. =/ i don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. it will certainly be nice not to wake up at 8:00 every Sunday (including New Years and Christmas!!!!!!!) to clean up dog crap. The lady that works with me is so nice though, and she seems genuinely happy with her life despite the financial crap she's been through. hm. so ironic...

she has the lowest paying job ever, can hardly pay for all her groceries/cable/internet/rent yet she still loves her job and spends money on things that she really doesn't need, but that makes her happy.

i envy her

but then again, envy is a wasted emotion.

i'm happy for her.

epp...eppi WHAT??

2005-12-13T17:57:00.000-05:00

w00t late start today!! For some reason, late starts always have a "slack off" vibe to them. Hm. Wonder why that is...

Albert Campbell hosted a mini swim meet today, and I was asked to be one of the lifeguards. I thought to myself, " There will be other lifeguards there, I'm missing class, AND I'm getting paid. Nice:) "

It was actually soo awesome to see these super talented swimmers just glide and fly through the pool. But one thing kind made me super nervous.

At the beginning of the meet, one lady (from Wexford? Laurier? Cedarbrae?) came up to me and said that one of her swimmers will be participating in one race. Just one. But he's a weak swimmer. Oh, and he's epileptic.

I just stared at her like she was insane. Epileptic?? And you're entering him in a SWIM race?You're saying he's a weak swimmer. Then why the hell would you even let him participate in something like this???

While all of the above was bursting out inside my head, I nodded calmly and told the woman, "No problem."

The whole first hour I was on the edge of my seat, just waiting for the guy with the blue-trunks-with-yellow-stripe to stand up on the diving board. When he finally did, my heart started beating madly. I swear, throughout his whole race, I was staring at only him, hoping, praying nothing bad would happen. I can guarantee the other lifeguards were doing the same.

The whole race was probably less than 5 minutes long, but it felt like an eternity. When his coach said that he was weak, she meant weak. I could easily have walked two lengths of the pool for every length that he swam.

Stroke, breathe, flounder, flail. Stroke, breathe, flounder...

The lady, ever the coach, was beside him the whole time, and his peers were cheering him on every step of the way. When finally he touched the ledge I wanted to stand up and start cheering myself. Although he didn't crack a grin nor give out any sign of what he just did, the satisfaction of accomplishment glowed from his wet, glistening body.

And at last I understood why he was in the race.

2005-12-02T16:40:00.000-05:00

I just took one of those online "quizzes", and guess what?

My life apparently sucks. I am not financially stable/in a loving marriage/a blissfully devout Christian and thus, have a crappy life. The odd thing is that I don't think so. I wake up everyday grateful and happy that I don't have to wake up everyday at 6 anymore for band. During my daily walk to school I constantly marvel at how nature can be so predictable yet so breath-takingly beautiful. Once I enter the school, my attention is diverted by the myriad of activities and friends that are there. I realize that there are people that are struggling to get through the semester, and are waiting with (more than) bated breath for an acception letter from their dream university. This realization makes me all the more thankful that I have music, which has, through the four years spent at ACCI, has become my second home.

I guess its a little late for a thanksgiving entry but
I'm not going to let some computer tell me my life sucks. At least I can do my own thinking.

of skates and skulls

2005-11-21T16:47:00.000-05:00

I remember reading somewhere that the intelligence of an organism is related to the ratio of its cerebellum to its whole brain. that makes loons pretty darn smart:D

that is, if i call you loony, take that as a compliment...

yesterday was skating at the arena. feet were all red afterward, but c'était bon. Finally glad that i took all those stupid skating classes.

gloria

2005-09-26T20:07:00.000-04:00

While walking home all abliss (from the absolutely fantabulous day today), I realized that life is like a polynomial function with infinite x-intercepts. (thank-YOU Mrs.Erdman...)

Everyday you move (like an electron in its orbit) through the graph, with certain days on the maxima and others on the minima.

How does it all turn out in the end? Well, I guess you'll just have to figure out the formula now, don't you?

one mosquito three balsam poplars

2005-09-17T18:17:00.000-04:00

Hmm...the wushu demo is next Sunday and there's a competition next month. I'm looking forward to the latter, but not the former. This will probably be my last comp...I don't think I even have a chance in getting into the Pan-Ams. Which is totally fine actually.

I'll take pains not to disclose the location of the demo becuase I'm not in favour of embarrassing myself. Hee.

Have we already finished the second week of school?? It feels soo much longer.

It's so neat having these blogs, they give a tiny little peep into the mundane (o wait-that's me only, right?), everyday lives of people. It sort of makes you connect to a person, much more than just stupid things like "How are you today? Fine? That's good."

Small things that wouldn't normally be noted, such as my stupid idiotic bio project (hence the title of this entry) are present, and all these things add up, to give an impression far greater than the total of its components. (hm..see if you can decipher that)

Nothing much to say BUT --> look outside the window now, though. It's pretty, ainit?

yammy

2005-08-05T22:00:00.000-04:00

Testing the waters

2005-04-01T20:05:00.000-05:00

I guess this is me attempting to jump on the bandwagon on all this new "blogging" craze. It's alright, gives me a chance to vent out, and maybe even touch some of you out there. I know I say " I have no time", " I'm too busy" etc. etc., the usual. But how do i find time to actually live? Is this all there is to life; waking up, school, extra curriculars, bed, repeat? What happened to those days back in elementary when it seemed like a school year was practically forever?

To tell you the truth, I hardly remember specific events from way back when; just bits and pieces to add to my long quilt of "forgotten memories". (Now THERE'S an oxymoron...) Even so, I don't desire to be 6 again. It was nice to be carefree, but without the understanding of the world then like I hold today, life wasn't as rich. Easy perhaps. But not as meaningful.

Its really hard to appreciate each passing day to its fullest without actually stopping in your tracks and noticing, ENJOYING what you're doing. Now matter where I am, I always find myself waiting...for something that I will be doing later. Once I am there, I am once again waiting...to be somewhere else. Vicious cycle isn't it?

They call it a "rat race". I have never seen rats acting the way we do. //