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pardon the tarrying, I'm getting owned too much to blog much.

sigh, now that I've done all I set out to do - my failures belong entirely to me. As do my occasional victories.

I just need to study harder. As always.

in order of hair length

I'm road trippin baybee...

will update when I return to Berkeley on Wednesday night

the week before Spring Break

It suddenly hit me today, how little time I have left in this semester. I'm going to go off for Spring Break, and when I return, there'll be but a month left. A month packed with midterms, finals and papers. Gah.

So I'll have to continuously remind myself of that sad fact in order to motivate myself to continuously work towards getting an awesome GPA. Continuously. I have nary any time to watch anime anymore and sleeping at 4a.m. is becoming a habit. A habit created by external forces, mind you. I rue my inadequate knowledge/appreciation of literature - I fear it'll cost me dearly this semester. Why oh why didn't I sign up for a different humanities breadth.

But still, I'm going with my class to see the world premiere of Phillip Kan Gotanda's play 'After the War' in San Francisco come Thursday. I hope it's good. Right after, my math oral exam in the afternoon. We have to go up to the blackboard, present some mathematical proofs and answer random questions on them. Sigh. And there's the annotated bibliography that I have to do.

I should get started on history research paper that's due at the end of the semester. Like, now.

Spring break should be fun though. I'm going on a roadtrip to SoCal with Roger and Will. Probably stop by Disneyland, Magic Mountain and the awesome beaches. I'm really excited. Hopefully, our Crossroads buddies will put us up. A camera would be so useful then. Especially since my w810i is still broken - I'll be bringing it home in the summer to get it fixed, 'cause the warranty's not valid here. My mom's sent off my old T610, I hope to get sometime this week.

There's something about not having a phone though, that is rather peaceful. Although I am constantly reminded that it is rather irresponsible and all, because of the way I have to inconvenience other people, not to mention myself. I don't feel its absence so acutely though, 'cause my social circle here is woefully small. Well, I guess that's something to rectify - when I have the time.

And the week I return from Spring Break, I'll have a physics midterm. Plus, I'll have to start on another Comparative Literature paper. Sigh, time is such an illusion. Everytime I get a little window where there is nothing immediately pressing, reality hollers out that in the big picture I have nothing. No, nothing at all.

And of summer? I'll be spending two thirds of it in a rented room in KL, at least, when I'm not at Astro trying to figure out how I can contribute to the company as a freshman. Absolutely delightful eh.

Time flies by. I'll be home soon. Till then.

kindness

I slept at 4a.m.. I was supposed to wake up at at 7:30a.m. - but no, I didn't. Slept to through my alarm clock I did. Or rather, that program that gets iTunes to start playing random songs from my library at an appointed time while I still don't have a phone.

I awaken at 11:30a.m. to the rustling of my roommate getting his stuff from the room. And I'm like WTFBBQ o.O because Tuesday is when I have physics labs from 10-12. And missing labs puts some hurting to your grades. I hurriedly brush my teeth and wash my face, spray some cologne on to cover up my unwashed scent and jog to class.

I get there at 11:40a.m.. My GSI seemed rather startled, but told me he would stay back a little while for me. As I maniacally rushed to get my experiments done - thank God I'm never going to take another chemistry lab section again -, he starts recounting his tale of when he had arrived at a 3 hour final with only 5 minutes left as an undergraduate and his professor graciously gave him an extra hour. Kindness rubs off on people, I guess, and dwells in empathy.

I finish at 12:25p.m.. I seriously expected myself to finish by 12:15p.m. but I got somewhat stuck at the last question. For his part, my GSI was pleased that I had completed that 2 hour lab in 45 minutes. Then, I walk to Terrace Cafe - to get my customary chicken rice bowl and orange juice.

Perhaps it was all the rushing, or me just feeling tired lately - but as I lined up to pay for my meal, my plastic bottle of Minute Maid Orange Juice just slipped from my hands. Apparently, the bottle is flimsy enough that such a fall is enough to crack apart the cap. Half the contents of my bottle spilled unto the floor.

*Damn* I do like my orange juice. Plus, I sort of delude myself into thinking that drinking more of it will make up for my general dislike of fruits. I step up to pay for my meal, and o.O the lady at the counter has someone give me a new bottle of orange juice. Really made me smile. Last semester, I remember getting coffee and a bagel from that lady every other morning. I've grown too indolent to have such breakfasts any more.

p.s.

I watched Stephen Hawking lecture today. The Zellerbach hall was sold out, and as I hear, so was the Wheeler Auditorium where they put the overflow crowds. It was interesting perhaps, Stephen Hawking sounds like my MacBook, the sound profile 'Bruce' , and he made jokes. But I do wish there was a more dynamic lecturer-audience interaction and more technical material. I didn't learn anything new.

impulsive and extreme

This morning, I woke up and looked at the mirror and realized - damn, the oil from my long hair is aggravating my acne. And fine, I've always wanted long hair I could tie up but not at the expense of my face. Wasn't a hard decision at all. And so I cut my hair, right after I got out of dragonboat practice.

So I dragged along Yiding, who had been saying that he wanted to cut his hair for the past two weeks. And we got our hair cut. I think he looks really different now. Mm hmm. Knowing me, I wasn't about to settle for middle ground - and was darned tempted to shave my head bald. But yeah, I've done that before. SO I decided to nearly shave my head ball and have the hair stylist cut patterns into my hair. My head as a canvas.

But I decided to be more prudent and not splurge $40 on a hair cut. So I opted for the Jonathan Ive look. Woot.