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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

I don't know why

I don't like fruits and I don't particularly like exercise. I can rationalize the exercise part by citing my acne-prone complexion and the fact that sweating throws my already overactive oil glands into overdrive. I can find no reason for the fruit part, and no reason for not being able to consume spicy food (yes, Calvin Teng is a wuss, and he maintains that the consumption of spicy food is just a manifestation of man's inner masochism), and no reason for loathing durians .Yet, I've been piling on strawberries, and grapes, and bananas, and watermelons, aaand tomatoes onto my plate daily without fail. Now, if I were back home, my mother would have to nag me repeatedly before I would take any of these into my nutrient-starved body; but I'm not 'back home' now, am I? To me, its as if being transported to a foreign land all alone (technically, I have a uncle in Boston; but I like the way 'alone' sounds, so bear with me ^^) has actually forced me to grow up a bit. it used to be that my mom would have to push me out of the house to get me to jog but now I actually walk six blocks, of my own accord and alone *damn, I need a girlfriend*, to the gym to do some strength training. Thankfully, for stamina building, I have only to get to the centre of my dorm complex. There're a few treadmills, cycling machines and walking watchamacallit machines. And then I play ping-pong and tennis. My back aches now T_T

Still, I have not learnt to make my bed. Case in point:



I probably would do it, if ever I found good reason to. When I was small, my mother used to tell me that snakes would be able to sneak into the house and hide within the folds of my unfolded blankets. Where I live, thats not all that preposterous - my dad once woke up to find a snake, twas a small snake but a snake nonetheless, hanging from the clothesline. Then again, I never bought my mom's reason as a little child, and I don't subscribe to it now. If you've got a better one, than bring it on.

Understand, I study/read on my bed. Thus, most of my time is spent on bed, at times, snuggled under blankets and at times, with the fan blowing in my face. The upside of such an arrangement is that to study for long periods of time without feeling tired. The downsides of it are
1) My back gets accustomed to such comfort and I suffer more while sitting in chairs during lengthy lectures
2) I fall asleep studying. Trust me, this phenomenon does not occur often, but my mom has taken to referring to my studying technique as 'studying by osmosis'. Bluek.

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I wish I were more proficient with computers. Sure, give me a stadard GUI and I can make things happen but it'd be nicer if I could code and/or do stuff with Maya.

Meet Yiding
If you ever happen to meet him, do not leave your computer unlocked/password protected. Else he can
a) write a looping .bat file and place it in your startup menu such that your computer will slowly, ever so slowly become slower
b) use terminal to open a few hundred windows on your mac (he did that to me T_T)
c) do a lot of other crazy stuff

Fortunately, Yiding is a very nice guy who is my friend. So I learnt how to use terminal to close those friggin hundreds of windows he opened. Fear the EECS major. Anyway, Yiding runs Linux on top of Windows using Virtual Machine. He thought that Linux was the best OS in the world, until he met Calvin Teng and his infinitely cool Mac OSX. So, he ran Mac OSX on top of Linux on top of Windows. However, he has recently deleted his Mac ISO because Linux can do anything/everything; it just needs a little more time and effort.


One afternoon, we ended up playing with the accelerometer on my MacBook. Downloaded some stuff from here and ended up being able to move my mouse cursor on the horizontal plane by moving my laptop itself. Didn't manage to get smackbook working yet though. Haih, the hardware rocks but the software is somewhat lacking.

Again, I wish I had more time. Does your notebook have an accelerometer?

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