April 29, 2007, 7:09pm
Unbelievable... It's only 77F but it feels so very hot...
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
April 28, 2007, 12:48am
Was wondering when I had m... Four months ago? No clue. So, made dong gui, red dates, and chicken, I'm having m after only three days...
Amazing, especially when this is such a stressful time of the semester. I rarely have m when I'm having a lot of stress.
This is a treasure to be able to make soup in the middle of nowhere.
Was wondering when I had m... Four months ago? No clue. So, made dong gui, red dates, and chicken, I'm having m after only three days...
Amazing, especially when this is such a stressful time of the semester. I rarely have m when I'm having a lot of stress.
This is a treasure to be able to make soup in the middle of nowhere.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
April 24, 2007, 5:50pm
Nightmare...
It's my brother. I was in the bathroom and he came in. Not that he came in accidentally then apologize a million times and rushed out. He came in and he was there washing his hands. And this is OK for him!
This is all the intrusion that I had experienced when I was living with all those crazy people. They are all crazy. They don't respect me. They don't respect themselves.
All three of them go to the bathroom without shutting the door. And my desk was right outside the bathroom in the balcony only 3 feets away.
One time my father had the door half shut. I was not aware that he's in there. Then he was yelling at me that I openned the door when he's in there. Come on, who on earth would go pee without closing the door? Who on earth would know someone's in the bathroom when the door was not closed?
Then my mother added salt to the wound and said how come I didn't know. How would I know? Do I have to follow all three of you crazy suckheads around in the damn place? Why don't you shut the door?
I have no idea how these people can do disrespectful things like this. I feel like they're peeing on me.
For a long time I felt like maybe I was the oddball. Maybe it's me who's a difficult person to live with. But come on, I live with my roommate here and I don't have terrible things like this happening to me at all.
I don't understand this. I don't want to understand them. I just want them far away. Don't disturb me.
Nightmare...
It's my brother. I was in the bathroom and he came in. Not that he came in accidentally then apologize a million times and rushed out. He came in and he was there washing his hands. And this is OK for him!
This is all the intrusion that I had experienced when I was living with all those crazy people. They are all crazy. They don't respect me. They don't respect themselves.
All three of them go to the bathroom without shutting the door. And my desk was right outside the bathroom in the balcony only 3 feets away.
One time my father had the door half shut. I was not aware that he's in there. Then he was yelling at me that I openned the door when he's in there. Come on, who on earth would go pee without closing the door? Who on earth would know someone's in the bathroom when the door was not closed?
Then my mother added salt to the wound and said how come I didn't know. How would I know? Do I have to follow all three of you crazy suckheads around in the damn place? Why don't you shut the door?
I have no idea how these people can do disrespectful things like this. I feel like they're peeing on me.
For a long time I felt like maybe I was the oddball. Maybe it's me who's a difficult person to live with. But come on, I live with my roommate here and I don't have terrible things like this happening to me at all.
I don't understand this. I don't want to understand them. I just want them far away. Don't disturb me.
Friday, April 20, 2007
April 21, 2007, 12:23am
If those people with a critical eye to the society can find their way to places like LSE, they may become distinguished scholars and not shooters.
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Was interviewing an undergraduate student today. Need to look for an RA for the lab. He has this weird haircut. He's obviously very smart. He knows exactly what he wants to do and he's working hard to take the steps towards his goal.
My advisor said, sometimes it's good to be different. There can be meanings associated with being different. We don't have to be the same as everyone else.
Well, I had that eye-catching blonde short hair when I was in CUHK. Yet, I doubt any professors said anything remotely comparable to what my advisor said.
I didn't even get accepted in the psychology postgraduate diploma program. I have little idea what those CUHK people looked for in their potential graduate students. Anyways, I should thank them for not accepting me. Or I would not go to LSE.
I might be a shooter if I continued to study in CUHK.
If those people with a critical eye to the society can find their way to places like LSE, they may become distinguished scholars and not shooters.
***
Was interviewing an undergraduate student today. Need to look for an RA for the lab. He has this weird haircut. He's obviously very smart. He knows exactly what he wants to do and he's working hard to take the steps towards his goal.
My advisor said, sometimes it's good to be different. There can be meanings associated with being different. We don't have to be the same as everyone else.
Well, I had that eye-catching blonde short hair when I was in CUHK. Yet, I doubt any professors said anything remotely comparable to what my advisor said.
I didn't even get accepted in the psychology postgraduate diploma program. I have little idea what those CUHK people looked for in their potential graduate students. Anyways, I should thank them for not accepting me. Or I would not go to LSE.
I might be a shooter if I continued to study in CUHK.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
April 17, 2007, 10:26pm
Hong Kong news is, when US news said the shooting suspect was Asian, they said the suspect was Chinese. Hong Kong news also got quite a lot of details, for example, he flew from Shanghai, entered the US at San Francisco... blah blah blah...
Hong Kong news is, when US news said the shooting suspect was a South Korean, they said nothing about how they came up with the story about the Chinese shooting suspect.
Hong Kong news is, very disappointing. Who has the social responsibility to provide accurate news reports?
Hong Kong news is, when US news said the shooting suspect was Asian, they said the suspect was Chinese. Hong Kong news also got quite a lot of details, for example, he flew from Shanghai, entered the US at San Francisco... blah blah blah...
Hong Kong news is, when US news said the shooting suspect was a South Korean, they said nothing about how they came up with the story about the Chinese shooting suspect.
Hong Kong news is, very disappointing. Who has the social responsibility to provide accurate news reports?
Sunday, April 15, 2007
April 15, 2007, 11:11pm
Got very lost today. Took my friends to go to an arts and craft place because they had to buy a cardboard for their poster presentation. Then, we're supposed to go north to Walmart for grocery shopping...
Well, we went down south for almost 15 minutes. I turned back only when we're getting to a very rural countryside. Yet, it's very beautiful there in a very beautiful sunny day.
I got sunburn even sitting in the car driving...
Maybe I should buy a compass and have it sticked in front of me...
Got very lost today. Took my friends to go to an arts and craft place because they had to buy a cardboard for their poster presentation. Then, we're supposed to go north to Walmart for grocery shopping...
Well, we went down south for almost 15 minutes. I turned back only when we're getting to a very rural countryside. Yet, it's very beautiful there in a very beautiful sunny day.
I got sunburn even sitting in the car driving...
Maybe I should buy a compass and have it sticked in front of me...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
April 12, 2007, 8:30pm
Nightmare. Woke up at 6pm in shock, shivering... Then was rolling in bed for two hours... Horror.
It's the bunny. I don't remember when that was. Dad picked up a bunny in the street. Probably someone had it abandoned there.
So, the very cute bunny was home for two days or so. Then it died. Very painfully.
Mom gave it veggie... without washing it... The bunny died, screaming overnight. Probably it's the agricultural poison.
The bunny's scream is like a beeper. Once every two seconds, overnight. At first, it's very painful scream. In the end, it's coarse and lacking vigor. Still one scream every two seconds... Until there's silence.
I didn't sleep that night... with the bunny's scream in my ears. But I could do nothing when I was a kid. I'd probably call any vet place if I was older. I fed it with the unwashed veggie too... I was contributing to its suffering...
It died. I didn't look at its body. It's too painful. Too horrible. Too cruel.
I sort of remember Mom's snoring at night. Nothing would bother her sleep. She has this extraordinary ability to ignore anyone's suffering and pain.
I grew up that way. It's a miracle that I'm still alive.
Maybe it's because I didn't scream even when I was suffering, she wouldn't even know what she's doing to me. Even though I'm having so many symptoms of posttraumatic disorder, she wouldn't know what traumas she's giving to me because I didn't scream.
Yet, it may not be helpful to scream anyways. She won't notice. She has this craziness to turn her attention elsewhere.
Why? Why is the mom in Toyko Tower, the TV drama, so loving? And she would remember to feed Gozila, the bunny? And the bunny won't die, at least in the TV?
Nightmare. Woke up at 6pm in shock, shivering... Then was rolling in bed for two hours... Horror.
It's the bunny. I don't remember when that was. Dad picked up a bunny in the street. Probably someone had it abandoned there.
So, the very cute bunny was home for two days or so. Then it died. Very painfully.
Mom gave it veggie... without washing it... The bunny died, screaming overnight. Probably it's the agricultural poison.
The bunny's scream is like a beeper. Once every two seconds, overnight. At first, it's very painful scream. In the end, it's coarse and lacking vigor. Still one scream every two seconds... Until there's silence.
I didn't sleep that night... with the bunny's scream in my ears. But I could do nothing when I was a kid. I'd probably call any vet place if I was older. I fed it with the unwashed veggie too... I was contributing to its suffering...
It died. I didn't look at its body. It's too painful. Too horrible. Too cruel.
I sort of remember Mom's snoring at night. Nothing would bother her sleep. She has this extraordinary ability to ignore anyone's suffering and pain.
I grew up that way. It's a miracle that I'm still alive.
Maybe it's because I didn't scream even when I was suffering, she wouldn't even know what she's doing to me. Even though I'm having so many symptoms of posttraumatic disorder, she wouldn't know what traumas she's giving to me because I didn't scream.
Yet, it may not be helpful to scream anyways. She won't notice. She has this craziness to turn her attention elsewhere.
Why? Why is the mom in Toyko Tower, the TV drama, so loving? And she would remember to feed Gozila, the bunny? And the bunny won't die, at least in the TV?
Monday, April 09, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
April 4, 2007, 9:21pm
ハケンの品格
http://www.ntv.co.jp/haken/
This TV drama reminds me my work attitude before I started my first job. It reminds me the time when I was working in the JLM computer lab until 12am. Then ran down from the hilll to catch the last train to go home.
Work is to get the job done, not to please the boss. Work is to sit down and work. Not to sit in front of the computer all day pretending that I'm busy.
I remember all those nights when I was working overnight in the lab with friends. We had chips all night to keep us awake. We cheered each other up to meet the deadlines every month. That's team work. We worked together to get Varsity out on time every month.
I didn't work simply to take orders. I cared whether what I did was effective to approach my goal. My goal was simple. My paper got to be submitted before the deadline. Varsity got to be out before the first day of every month.
No salary. Getting the job completed was the goal. And work was satisfying.
I need to go back and take up my old work attitude.
ハケンの品格
http://www.ntv.co.jp/haken/
This TV drama reminds me my work attitude before I started my first job. It reminds me the time when I was working in the JLM computer lab until 12am. Then ran down from the hilll to catch the last train to go home.
Work is to get the job done, not to please the boss. Work is to sit down and work. Not to sit in front of the computer all day pretending that I'm busy.
I remember all those nights when I was working overnight in the lab with friends. We had chips all night to keep us awake. We cheered each other up to meet the deadlines every month. That's team work. We worked together to get Varsity out on time every month.
I didn't work simply to take orders. I cared whether what I did was effective to approach my goal. My goal was simple. My paper got to be submitted before the deadline. Varsity got to be out before the first day of every month.
No salary. Getting the job completed was the goal. And work was satisfying.
I need to go back and take up my old work attitude.
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