what up?

the weekend is HERE!

well, it's not that I go out and party during weekends. no booze, no socializing. Nunnathat.

what's so special?

well, my roommate goes partying. Which means I have the room to myself. 'til about 3AM. Which means good night's rest.

Which is also the painful part. 'cos I need rest, quiet, and concentration during the weekdays when the work gets rough. I don't get any of that. Asleep or awake, my roommate makes it a point to make my life miserable.

But then again, I have that resolve to treat him nicer, yes?

So I have accepted my fate for the next 4 months: I have two rooms here in my apartment - my room, with a bed, a computer, and my clothes with some books. This is my storage room. The other room is the living room: sofa, makeshift table, and TV. This is where I study, relax, and sleep. What a travesty.

Anyways, I will not complain. There are people out there without a bed to sleep in. I'll take the sofa. (just in case you were wondering, it's not a suede or leather sofa. It's like thin hard cotton sofa. Thanks to my beautiful feather pillow, taking a nap there makes it pass as sleep.

So tonight I'm sleeping on the bed.

But then, sometimes I wonder: has anybody played THE SIMS before? I'm sure at least about half of you had. You know when you force your character to sleep at night? He recovers his "energy" and "comfort" right? Then when you force him to go to sleep on the sofa, only "energy" goes up, while "comfort", "hygiene", and "room" all dive downwards. ouch. I'm really running on pure energy nowadays.

Speaking of energy, the other day I watched the high-energy Phoenix Suns pummel MY New York Knicks. Here's a photo:


This is a very very bad photo. for some reason, my head looks inflated and greasy. So yes, you guys can start the whole "hey man, you put on weight" talk, I won't mind. Because I really have. Over the holidays, all the dining (coupled with the fact that the gym was always closed) made me balloon a grand total of 3 pounds. I guess the cheekbones will have to wait.

By the way, I'm wearing my Jamal Crawford jersey there, which I totally totally LOVE. Tonight my Knicks pummelled the world champion Miami Heat, and Jamal Crawford scored 52 points!!! Love the jersey! Love the Knicks! Go Knicks!

ok. advertisement over.

hmmm... I guess after complaining about the quality of my sleep here, I should comment on the quantity of sleep I've been getting. Not much, to be honest. and it didn't help that night after the Knicks game that I was so hyper that I forgot to do my essay, and was only reminded about midnight that I had 9 hours to class time, and of course I had to sleep. But a story i forgot to tell. That night at dinner, my friend asked me to try out his recipe of fruit punch+coca cola. I have to admit it was good. But I forgot that more often than not, I get hiccups when I have carbonated drinks. So I had hiccups all the way from the dining hall to Madison Square Garden. Then it stopped during the game. Then it came back when it was over, and I had it all the way until about 3am. Really if hiccups were a deadly disease, I would have been dead and decomposing by now. I was pounding my chest, jogging on the spot, drinking gallons of water, breathing non-stop, holding my breath, gargling, getting people to surprise me, etc etc. You name it - I pulled out all the tricks from the book. I was so desperate I even found this. Try it out.

Ridiculous.

Anyways, the hypercontractions of my diaphragm ended, and amazingly I critiqued 3 essays by 5am. went to sleep, woke up 7.30am and was energized enough to endure 3 hours worth of lectures. But you could guess from this that I wasted my entire afternoon away. GOOD STUFF.

Well, gotta go catch some shut-eye soon. Lots of things happening. let me see, going to watch another Knicks game soon (against the Orlando Magic), gonna watch Lion King the Musical next Sunday, which means that my bank account wouldn't be as healthy as I am now.

But seriously, lots of studying going on. Especially in Ancient Israel, which is a fascinating course. Of course, it does not fully support faith (in fact, it distinctly treats the Bible as an evidence, but not necessarily the truth. Perhaps even to the point that the writings in the Bible are equal in relevance to that of archaeological data and other inscriptions found over the ages.), but it does not totally reject it either. So my professor wouldn't want to look at my face during the lecture, as it is perpetually contorted with an eyebrow raised.

Hmmm... was supposed to watch John Mayer again at Madison Square Garden this February. But I guess I'm too busy for that. And I don't want to spend anymore. (no NYU discount, you see. hahaha) Another friend invited me to go watch Elton John in March, but it's insanely costly. Ouch ouch ouch. I really want to go. hahaha but yes, STUDIES FIRST!

Oh, by the way, anybody who has the chance to watch the State of the Union address anytime in the near future, please do so. It is highly amusing. Besides the Mutombo reference that I made in the previous post, the entire speech has the atmosphere of a sports event. Bush comes out of a door, and the whole place explodes in cheers. Just like in wresting, Bush struts down the aisle and gives high-fives to people left and right. People kiss him and shake his hand, all trying to get a piece of him. hahaha. Then some screams ensue. I wouldn;t even be surprised if they suddenly came up with "the wave" in the crowd. hahaha Then after the speech, on his way out there are a whole row of POLITICIANS sticking out their notebooks to get it autographed by Georgie. What's this, basketball cards? Good thing nobody handed him a marker pen and stuck out his buttocks to let him sign "Take care, love, George W."

ok, I'm tired. will update as often as I can, and only when I get moments of silence like this.

I'M OUT!!!