I've had this post window open virtually all day. Logging in was an overly optimistic gesture, the same way saying that I'd get back to blogging regularly again was also much too ambitious. I suppose updating twice in a month is still better than twice in three.
I've been distracted by Facebook, by guilty thoughts about the next exam that is fast approaching, by cravings that I'm trying very hard to suppress.
I have yet to find an epic fantasy series. The Belgariad, Mallorean, and Pratchett - well nothing can compare, quite frankly, not yet anyway. I'm still waiting for someone new to blow me away.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Hello, old friend
You know it's bad when I start blogging again, overwhelmed by the pages of derivations and facts that I have to be able to regurgitate by next week. Algebra is twisted that way, letters that aren't used to form coherent words and flowing sentences as God intended, but are instead forced into a mathematical framework that seemingly has no end or purpose. Nature cries out.
I was so desperate to share this with you that I sat through about a half hour and 15 pages of being redirected as Blogger tried to show me how easy it was to move my account to Google.
I would say I've taken procrastination to a whole new level, but I think Weng has beat me to it. We've further doomed out exam/revision period by starting a three player game of Civ4. Yes, if we're going to fall, we're dragging Cheryl with us.
The building management have kindly decided to erect scaffolding across the entire block, front and back. I think it's a scam. They rent miles of steel pole, several square feet of wood board and plastic sheet, thousands of clamps, and hundreds of manhours of cussing, posturing workmen, and then charge the landlords a margin on top of that for a service provided.
My concentration span is hovering around three minutes at the moment, which means frequent breaks and a growing worry that I won't be able to pull through an entire 3 hour exam - it's a marathon. Surrounded by things like broadband, fast food, 30 second advertisements, high impact workouts, and crash diets, three hours is a lifetime.
Then again, the rest of life seems to be going by far too quickly. How ironic.
Oh, new page layout and Frederick the Hamster has died from negligence.
I was so desperate to share this with you that I sat through about a half hour and 15 pages of being redirected as Blogger tried to show me how easy it was to move my account to Google.
I would say I've taken procrastination to a whole new level, but I think Weng has beat me to it. We've further doomed out exam/revision period by starting a three player game of Civ4. Yes, if we're going to fall, we're dragging Cheryl with us.
The building management have kindly decided to erect scaffolding across the entire block, front and back. I think it's a scam. They rent miles of steel pole, several square feet of wood board and plastic sheet, thousands of clamps, and hundreds of manhours of cussing, posturing workmen, and then charge the landlords a margin on top of that for a service provided.
My concentration span is hovering around three minutes at the moment, which means frequent breaks and a growing worry that I won't be able to pull through an entire 3 hour exam - it's a marathon. Surrounded by things like broadband, fast food, 30 second advertisements, high impact workouts, and crash diets, three hours is a lifetime.
Then again, the rest of life seems to be going by far too quickly. How ironic.
Oh, new page layout and Frederick the Hamster has died from negligence.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Freewheeling
Life's rushing by so quickly, it feels as though I'm standing still. Days blur into weeks and my to-do list grows exponentially. Four years of studying feels more than enough, I'm tired of learning things and retaining them just long enough to put down on paper. As things stand at the moment, I doubt I'm going to need any of the tonnes of highly specialised information that I'll have to know inside-out by April. Actually, come April, I'd probably be happy just knowing the 'out'.
I could say that I wish I had worked harder during the last three years that might have put me in a position of minimal stress by the fourth year, but I don't think I've ever worked harder in my life, and I'm going to have to put in another five months of blood, tears, and sweat. Mechanical Engineering is exhausting, but coming out of it, I still wouldn't trust myself to design anything that comes within 400m of any form of life, human or otherwise; "something bad will happen" in the words of our Senior Tutor.
If anything, this year has taught me how tearfully grateful I am for God because I think my own strength ran out a long time ago.
Christmas was a quick breath of home-cooked food, filled with all the guilt of the blank tutorials behind you and that growing feeling of dread as the next term came around with that blackhole of despair between where you're supposed to be and where you actually are. Leaving this time around was very difficult knowing that I don't have that much time left at home.
Having to ask Cheryl if she's dead yet every morning for the first week after touching down while she fought off a nasty cold was also quite stressful . That's why I wasn't too worried and didn't call my mother - she was still able to complain about wanting to die and not being able to breathe. I was also trying to support Weng through a very difficult recruiting season and an increasingly difficult Masters. I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm really tired of having to grow up right now. I want to go home and bum around with my dog, my prawn mee, and my teh peng. I believe the word is "sian".
I could say that I wish I had worked harder during the last three years that might have put me in a position of minimal stress by the fourth year, but I don't think I've ever worked harder in my life, and I'm going to have to put in another five months of blood, tears, and sweat. Mechanical Engineering is exhausting, but coming out of it, I still wouldn't trust myself to design anything that comes within 400m of any form of life, human or otherwise; "something bad will happen" in the words of our Senior Tutor.
If anything, this year has taught me how tearfully grateful I am for God because I think my own strength ran out a long time ago.
Christmas was a quick breath of home-cooked food, filled with all the guilt of the blank tutorials behind you and that growing feeling of dread as the next term came around with that blackhole of despair between where you're supposed to be and where you actually are. Leaving this time around was very difficult knowing that I don't have that much time left at home.
Having to ask Cheryl if she's dead yet every morning for the first week after touching down while she fought off a nasty cold was also quite stressful . That's why I wasn't too worried and didn't call my mother - she was still able to complain about wanting to die and not being able to breathe. I was also trying to support Weng through a very difficult recruiting season and an increasingly difficult Masters. I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm really tired of having to grow up right now. I want to go home and bum around with my dog, my prawn mee, and my teh peng. I believe the word is "sian".
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