Piazzolla

I love  ji ah. and i love libertango.

Built

This is real. And this is good.

Exams are over.

And this semester, i learnt one very important. Make it two.

one. it doesn’t pay to give excuses about studies cause it just reflects your future.

two. expect the best, and be prepared for the worst, fuck what others think, and do your thing.

Those are the two most crucial things that i’ll be taking great note of in the final year, which according to simple calculations would really mean it’s just 7 weeks away. And in year 3, things will be tough, but it’s time determination took over. I had pretty bad scares this semester, which will not occur anytime in the future. I’ve noticed flaws in myself, great ones as well as the more subtle ones. Potest qui Vult. SPS forever.

-

okay okay, lighter note. exams are over today and i’ve already spent like close to 100 bucks on nonsense stuff which i think will be future investments. haha. i bought a digital vernier calliper. and i’m gonna use it for fun, like seriously. It’s really weird though, cause ever since i had laid my hands on one, i’ve always wanted it. So here you go, a little pictures for the eyes.

Then for the past 1 month, i’ve spent 40 bucks on aviation magazines. I mean i really couldn’t resist because they’re really interesting although i wouldn’t say i’ve gained alot of knowledge from either one. Haha. By the way, i really think people who watch F1 races do not know what’s speed. Have they even seen an aircraft flyby?! Just a random thought lol.

Okay now, i should go and pack my room. Everything’s all over the place, everywhere’s cluttered up now. I shall go and give it a cleanup.

It’s already Friday and Feburary is almost at a close.

Where do all our days go when they’re gone?

I just have to urge to get out from all the information that i’m trying to input into my brain.

Let me take a little time off from aircrafts.

And we know that it’s never simple, never easy.
Never a clean break, no one to save me.

and it’s two a.m.

It’s the love

I have a new gf and her name is lee ji ah. haha.

Retard

She wears high heels and i wear sneakers. says:
hah?
michelle says:
i duno
michelle says:
i have retarded frens
michelle says:
=)
She wears high heels and i wear sneakers. says:
like?
She wears high heels and i wear sneakers. says:
me included?
michelle says:
i think so?

5 mins later

michelle says:
hey retard
She wears high heels and i wear sneakers. says:
what
michelle says:
haha
She wears high heels and i wear sneakers. says:
im so retarded im trying to figure out how to blog now lol

…

…

I’m really tempted to blog, though i haven’t got much of a topic to even begin with. Nevertheless, i’ll still come round bullshitting way through this and i’ll come up with a whole lot of text… Eventually. Eitherway, exams been rather slow and draggy right now, and as much as i’d to have my way i can’t because it’s the exams.

I want to start writing again. Not Oops! kinda stuff. I want to write what i feel, i want to write what i express. I was thinking, perhaps i’d create another blog to do so, or perhaps i’ll magically start writing on a journal. Yes, i’m fickle about this issue, nevertheless i’d really like to do so – write.

So, i’ll think up of something. I have a book to write in, but i may not do so. I don’t know. I really don’t. But what i should really be doing now is to really worry for my exams. And i’m not playing it cool. I’ve just been calmer after that thursday incident. Still, it doesn’t gives me a reason to slack off.

Right now, i’ve to go… For a little while. Internet’s getting a little boring, and a little too cavalier for my liking. Therefore, goodbye.

Then again, if a bank becomes bankrupt and on a fateful day, it gets robbed by masked men with guns in their nervous hands. What would happen?

—-

Finals.

Finals.

Finals finals finals.

FINALS. Finals. FiNaLs.

finals. finals. fInAlS.

finals finals finals

finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals finals

finalsssssssssssssssssssss.

lol but i aint even laughing.

me: you found a job for the hol’s?
me: so fast?
joonleng: yah.
joonleng: some bangala work.
joonleng: 50 bucks for 8 hrs
joonleng: but i can slack
me: 50 bucks? so little?
joonleng: little meh? that’s the pay for ppl like us
me: that’s like… 4.50 an hr.
joonleng: it’s 6.50
me: oh.
joonleng: ya
me: sorry

me: i lost my ability to count after maths. lol.

the fight’s begun, but not yet won

Maths was rather alright today. The paper has been forgiving towards me but then again i really hope for that A. It may only be 3 credits but still, this really determine’s whether i’ll hate math as much as before.

Then Friday’s paper revolves around structures and repairs. Which i guess most of the cohort will die trying really really hard to battle. The story goes like this:

Tutorials are meant to be gone through right? And tutorials are supposed to be given answers so that we can check ours against it. Tutorials are meant to clarify what may seem to be doubtful at the start. Tutorials are meant to strengthen our knowledge by means of theoretical solutions.

The twist to this story is that our tutorials were never gone through. Not the least of even skimming through. And no answers were given. And these tutorials only make us confuse (no clarify) on what must be studied because of the widespread out-of-textbook knowledge that can really wipe us all clean. Lastly, the tutorials only bring about fear because we’re all damn confused about shit. Now the finale: Naturally, as all students will be – procrastinators – to find the lecturer a few days before (actually we bugged him for the answers since Tutorial 1) the exam to request for answers.

So he said to the class rep, “i will email you guys the tutorial answers by 5pm today, and if you dont receive by then please call me”. So the class rep that stands between a class desperate for answers and a pretty flippant lecturer – i had to try calling him at 5 (because i havent received anything?) only to wonderfully find out that he’s turned of his one and only cellphone.

And dont ask. He did try calling many times at different hours of the day.

So basically, you can say that for most of us, these few days leading towards the paper would be a hair pulling journey. But we’re all engineers, so i’m sure we’ll work something out. And let’s all hope that the Structures paper turn out okay. Oh, there’s no moral to the story. Lol.

By the way, the class rep is me.

Where the story ends.

After 2 years of of downloading and leeching and ripping songs from many sources, i am once again inspired to buy a music album. Well, i promised myself that i would get the next album they produced. So i did – whilst strolling around city link on a friday night passing by HMV and viola. The Fray.

The album’s good so far and i’d honestly say that it was a $16.90 well spent. Coolios to the fray.

Death by calculus. Maths exam is less than 48 hours away. Which is, in all sense, no fun the least bit. Either way, these days i’ve been writing, thinking, breathing and worrying about it. So much so that it comes to haunt me in my sleep. YES, i’ve been so freaking dreaming about numbers these few days. I’ve got no idea why lah, but that’s just what goes on in my head.

So i guess i’ll go off and i won’t be back till tuesday, right after my math paper. Hopefully it would be good news and no ranting on that day. Then again, right now all i’ve got to do is to work doubly doubly (which in math terms is like quadruply) hard. Soooo yeah.

The Manhatten Project.

I freaked out during a test today. I guess it’s because i’ve never actually been in that position before. All know is that i wont ever feel that way ever again beause i’ll be so damn prepared for it the next time it stares right at me in the face.

Right now, i don’t feel like studying just as yet, but i’ve written a little something. A really really short story to amuse you. It mainly, though, revolves around math. So don’t freak out like i did. hah. No pun intended.

—-

Project 2.

Just another day of math lesson at school, he slowly ascend the steps counting – 1,2,3 – till the very moment he stood still at the front of his class. 7:59 read his leather-strapped watch which he fondly wears on his left hand. The he counts the seconds that tends to infinity.

Algebra threads the unknown. Decimals have a point. Calculus has it’s limits. Geometry is just plane fun. And polar coordinates aren’t just artic fashions. Life as they say, mathematicians, is too short for a long division. Then a person’s constant is another’s variable. That’s maths for you.

So that’s basically it for all things related to numbers.

He takes his seat, together with his friends, in the class and questions about the law’s of logarithms like Albert Einstein questions the law’s of gravity set upon by Issac Newton. Just that he ain’t no Einstein, just another ordinary guy who’s interested in numbers and their existence. just trying to get through school, playing number games and counting everything as it is.

He snaps out of his dream world and scribbles on his desk, hoping the next student who utilizes it will read.

“Newton’s Third Law of Motion
states that
every action will have an equal and opposite reaction.“

—-

Without a sound.