school's back, and other random stuff.
i think the toughest part of blogging is trying to come up with a title for a post. when my creative juices are flowing, then it's a joy. but now, school reopening is killing my mood to study or even think.
well, this is a overdue post of what happened during my last few moments of freedom.
Warning: this will really really be very random.
the bunch of us at MIT.
that's New York at night.
Spidey making a call in Times Square? next to a stall selling peanuts. now that's a celebrity sighting.
Christian trying to act cute. I hope McDonald's doesn't sue me for devaluing their product.
the rest of them trying to be cute as well, with their favorite Disney characters.
the ultimate act cute pose. the pout.
a random shot that I took. not bad eh?
Red Auerbach. Respect.So there goes my holidays. Friends go away, rainbows re-emerge, and sleepless nights are in again. fantastic. As my life begins to become more exciting again, I predict that there will be less photos and more words in the upcoming posts (which might not be that often either due to my busier schedule)
Anyways, for this semester I am resolving to be much much much nicer to my roommate and my floormates than I have eer been. However, I will still be home on Friday nights and be the cool uptight Asian boy of the floor. I'm forever proud of that.
Oh yes, I broke the two most sacred laws of my existence in a single day last week. I had ice cream and chocolates. Sinful. bad bad bad. Now i'm feeling the after effects of it. And it doesn't help that it's -4 degrees outside. brrrrr.
Classes today were interesting, to say the least. interesting bunch of people. will say more once i get to know and observe more of them. I have a good professor for my Ancient Israel class though, so thanks for those who voted!
oh yes, by the way, let me tell you a story about that night we went to watch Phantom of the Opera. Well, besides it being a fabulous musical, there was a particular moment that night that i wouldn't forget. you see, i was sitting on the second row of the rear mezzanine (and i had to pay about 80usd for that, can you believe it???), so i thought, well, since it's the second row, won't be that bad, right? man. late comers just walked past relentlessly as if they owned the theater, and when they came, they just had to be seated at like the furthest corner of a row, which means the entire row has to stand up to make way for them. and everytime there's a soft note or a dramatic moment, somebody will clear his throat or blow his nose. But all that I tolerated. Except for one...
well, after the intermission, i found myself irritated at this young boy (about 5 i assume) seated diagonally across me, in the direction of the stage. he was seated beside a young girl who i assume was his sister, unless she was his date, which was highly improbable (but hey, it's new york!). Anyways, I don't really know what happened, but i think it's either he was possessed by the spirit of Jumpin' Jack or a cricket crept up his backside, but he started fidgeting reletnlessly, standing up and down, trying out every position on his seemingly uncomfortable chair, and blocking my view of the beautiful performance of Masquerade in the Second Act. Perhaps he was trying to compete/impress the girl next to him, who was comfortably leaning on the rail in front of her (first row), feet propped back on the chair (hard to imagine, i know.)
For ten gruelling minutes i had to endure that, and honestly, if he wasnt five years old, and a woman wasn't next to him (presumably a parent), I would have strangled him using my scarf already. but I waited, maybe in a minute's time, taht cricket will crawl away and get tired of his backside. But NO. he still kept on moving around like he was playing Dance Dance Revolution on his seat. I GOT FED UP and grabbed his shoulder, albeit gently, and whispered to him "can you please sit back and SIT STILL?"
I couldn't believe I just did that.
I felt sorry for a minute after that, because he kept on looking back at me. and he was still as a rock.
But yeah, someone's gotta do it. and i enjoyed the rest of the show. and smiled at him on the way out. So it made me feel a bit better. i know, i'm a soulless creep. but c'mon, he didn't look like he was enjoying anyways, like who in the world is the Phantom? I want Barney! or something like that. That mom, too, why did she bring her kids there? (it was amazing though, that the girl knew what was going to happen in the 2nd act because i heard her tell the whole story to her brother during the intermission. I was thoroughly impressed) She should have brought them to Disney on Ice or something. Then jumping around would be acceptable.
ok that was out of fascination that I narrated that. Also to get my juices flowing, as I need to write essays again for this semester.
To all of you out there, press on. That's what cooking has taught me. The porkchops may be overcooked and tough, but just keep biting, and you'll find out that the meat falls off the bone nicely, and in the end, you feel that you did something great.
I'M OUT!!!
Anyways, for this semester I am resolving to be much much much nicer to my roommate and my floormates than I have eer been. However, I will still be home on Friday nights and be the cool uptight Asian boy of the floor. I'm forever proud of that.
Oh yes, I broke the two most sacred laws of my existence in a single day last week. I had ice cream and chocolates. Sinful. bad bad bad. Now i'm feeling the after effects of it. And it doesn't help that it's -4 degrees outside. brrrrr.
Classes today were interesting, to say the least. interesting bunch of people. will say more once i get to know and observe more of them. I have a good professor for my Ancient Israel class though, so thanks for those who voted!
oh yes, by the way, let me tell you a story about that night we went to watch Phantom of the Opera. Well, besides it being a fabulous musical, there was a particular moment that night that i wouldn't forget. you see, i was sitting on the second row of the rear mezzanine (and i had to pay about 80usd for that, can you believe it???), so i thought, well, since it's the second row, won't be that bad, right? man. late comers just walked past relentlessly as if they owned the theater, and when they came, they just had to be seated at like the furthest corner of a row, which means the entire row has to stand up to make way for them. and everytime there's a soft note or a dramatic moment, somebody will clear his throat or blow his nose. But all that I tolerated. Except for one...
well, after the intermission, i found myself irritated at this young boy (about 5 i assume) seated diagonally across me, in the direction of the stage. he was seated beside a young girl who i assume was his sister, unless she was his date, which was highly improbable (but hey, it's new york!). Anyways, I don't really know what happened, but i think it's either he was possessed by the spirit of Jumpin' Jack or a cricket crept up his backside, but he started fidgeting reletnlessly, standing up and down, trying out every position on his seemingly uncomfortable chair, and blocking my view of the beautiful performance of Masquerade in the Second Act. Perhaps he was trying to compete/impress the girl next to him, who was comfortably leaning on the rail in front of her (first row), feet propped back on the chair (hard to imagine, i know.)
For ten gruelling minutes i had to endure that, and honestly, if he wasnt five years old, and a woman wasn't next to him (presumably a parent), I would have strangled him using my scarf already. but I waited, maybe in a minute's time, taht cricket will crawl away and get tired of his backside. But NO. he still kept on moving around like he was playing Dance Dance Revolution on his seat. I GOT FED UP and grabbed his shoulder, albeit gently, and whispered to him "can you please sit back and SIT STILL?"
I couldn't believe I just did that.
I felt sorry for a minute after that, because he kept on looking back at me. and he was still as a rock.
But yeah, someone's gotta do it. and i enjoyed the rest of the show. and smiled at him on the way out. So it made me feel a bit better. i know, i'm a soulless creep. but c'mon, he didn't look like he was enjoying anyways, like who in the world is the Phantom? I want Barney! or something like that. That mom, too, why did she bring her kids there? (it was amazing though, that the girl knew what was going to happen in the 2nd act because i heard her tell the whole story to her brother during the intermission. I was thoroughly impressed) She should have brought them to Disney on Ice or something. Then jumping around would be acceptable.
ok that was out of fascination that I narrated that. Also to get my juices flowing, as I need to write essays again for this semester.
To all of you out there, press on. That's what cooking has taught me. The porkchops may be overcooked and tough, but just keep biting, and you'll find out that the meat falls off the bone nicely, and in the end, you feel that you did something great.
I'M OUT!!!
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