6:40pm - was reading some MIT blogs, and felt inspired to do one...because I never do anymore =).
http://xkcd.com/ (visit before midnight on Wednesday; if after, then go to Previous until you get to "Simple")
Ah, scarcity. How wondrous you are. Your presence raises prices. Your existence begets supply and demand. Your magnificence leaves me in awe, and want.
It is only when I am deprived of sleep that I desire it. And right now...I want it lots T_T.
Eek for being behind on my work. I must rectify the situation, before it gets out of (my) hands. workworkworkworkwork? =/.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
It's Been Awhile
I haven't written here in awhile - apologies. But I wrote a couple blogs while waiting for my Brown interviewer at Friendly's...(a week ago)
"Ice Cream"
I'm sitting here, about to have ice cream. Forbidden Fuge Brownie, or Ultimate Cookies 'n Cream? The first is a mystery - I don't remember what it tastes like, but it looks promising. The latter I will certainly like, but I just had cookies 'n cream last night. So, take the risk, or go for what is comfortable, what is definite?
I'm a bit of a risktaker. Sometimes I think things through before charging in recklessly, sometimes I don't. Who doesn't like a little bit of spontaneity? Besides, I'm still alive, aren't I? Well, that's debatable, but I'll leave that for another time.
Risks, risks, risks. I don't think it's the adrenaline, if there is any. The mystery of what makes it attractive, don't you think? Girls say that about guys too. But, I have the confidence to make me go for it, so why not? Better than regretting leaving it unresolved for later, eh?
So go on, take some risks. You might get hurt, but at least you'll learn something.
-----A side note-----
How interesting. A man - black, unshaved, with a baseball hat grey sweater, black coat if it matters - walked in, with a pretty complicated order. A burger on toasted bread, hold everything but the onions, mayonaise on the side. He's got a gruff voice too, and some typical slang in his language. The dialect is modern is what I mean. And the cashier - female, white, pink shirt, black Friendly's apron if it matters -took it like any other order, minus a few additional orders to the cook. Nice communication, I must say. But anyway, the guy's got some pretty nice shoes, and he he's not broke. Pretty cool stuff. Did I mention the girl is training someone? Big, tall, male, and looks like he's from South. Working at Friendly's doesn't seem too bad.
"Ice Cream"
I'm sitting here, about to have ice cream. Forbidden Fuge Brownie, or Ultimate Cookies 'n Cream? The first is a mystery - I don't remember what it tastes like, but it looks promising. The latter I will certainly like, but I just had cookies 'n cream last night. So, take the risk, or go for what is comfortable, what is definite?
I'm a bit of a risktaker. Sometimes I think things through before charging in recklessly, sometimes I don't. Who doesn't like a little bit of spontaneity? Besides, I'm still alive, aren't I? Well, that's debatable, but I'll leave that for another time.
Risks, risks, risks. I don't think it's the adrenaline, if there is any. The mystery of what makes it attractive, don't you think? Girls say that about guys too. But, I have the confidence to make me go for it, so why not? Better than regretting leaving it unresolved for later, eh?
So go on, take some risks. You might get hurt, but at least you'll learn something.
-----A side note-----
How interesting. A man - black, unshaved, with a baseball hat grey sweater, black coat if it matters - walked in, with a pretty complicated order. A burger on toasted bread, hold everything but the onions, mayonaise on the side. He's got a gruff voice too, and some typical slang in his language. The dialect is modern is what I mean. And the cashier - female, white, pink shirt, black Friendly's apron if it matters -took it like any other order, minus a few additional orders to the cook. Nice communication, I must say. But anyway, the guy's got some pretty nice shoes, and he he's not broke. Pretty cool stuff. Did I mention the girl is training someone? Big, tall, male, and looks like he's from South. Working at Friendly's doesn't seem too bad.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I wish
I had time to make an intriguing, reflective, well-thought-out post about my view of some area of life. But noooo. I have homework. And nooo. I'm behind. Yeahh...I don't think the letters "fml" have ever gone through my head so many times as today...although I actually just discovered it like last week, so that's not saying much. But yea...I'll refraining from swearing because I don't agree with it.
>_> Save meeee.
-ThienAn
>_> Save meeee.
-ThienAn
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Circuses
"
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins,
Spot-light on me and I'm ready to break
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
Better be ready, hope that you feel the same
"
I'm like a circus.
"Like" meaning similar to, not the same. If I had meant that I was the same as a circus, I would have said "I am a circus," not "I'm like a circus." But allow me to elaborate.
Dictionary.com: "a large public entertainment, typically presented in one or more very large tents or in an outdoor or indoor arena, featuring exhibitions of pageantry, feats of skill and daring, performing animals, etc., interspersed throughout with the slapstick antics of clowns."
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/circus
Ignoring a few specifics, a few tweaks: "an average-sized entertainer, typically presented in one or more very large schools or in an outdoor or indoor classroom, featuring exhibitions of pageantry (of intelligence), feats of skill and homework, calculating animal, etc., interspersed throughout with the tiring antics of teachers and class."
Hey, my definition is longer o_o. Oops. But let's see. School is a place where you're almost constantly proving yourself - ideally, anyway. You're not necessarily proving yourself to people, just to the system. The first few weeks, you could spend buttering up your teachers I guess. But after that, what are you proving? They already know you're smart, so why are you still doing homework and studying for tests? I suppose you could say that you're now proving yourself to the college admissions officers, but seriously, who thinks about that until they're actually applying?
So, who are you proving yourself to? Why are you walking on a tightrope? Why are you jumping through rings of fire? Why are you dressed up like a weirdo? I think the key thing to realize here is that we're not laughing with you, we're laughing at you. Sure, I love learning too, but do I love doing work? Not usually. Do it if you like it, you know?
But really, is it just me, or is the only point - lasting point anyway - of high school to get into college?
Nah, I'm just messing. I like circuses, I mean school. Good stuff, when you don't have 6 APs, no studies, and extracurriculars after school every day there isn't an ice storm.
-ThienAn
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins,
Spot-light on me and I'm ready to break
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
Better be ready, hope that you feel the same
"
I'm like a circus.
"Like" meaning similar to, not the same. If I had meant that I was the same as a circus, I would have said "I am a circus," not "I'm like a circus." But allow me to elaborate.
Dictionary.com: "a large public entertainment, typically presented in one or more very large tents or in an outdoor or indoor arena, featuring exhibitions of pageantry, feats of skill and daring, performing animals, etc., interspersed throughout with the slapstick antics of clowns."
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/circus
Ignoring a few specifics, a few tweaks: "an average-sized entertainer, typically presented in one or more very large schools or in an outdoor or indoor classroom, featuring exhibitions of pageantry (of intelligence), feats of skill and homework, calculating animal, etc., interspersed throughout with the tiring antics of teachers and class."
Hey, my definition is longer o_o. Oops. But let's see. School is a place where you're almost constantly proving yourself - ideally, anyway. You're not necessarily proving yourself to people, just to the system. The first few weeks, you could spend buttering up your teachers I guess. But after that, what are you proving? They already know you're smart, so why are you still doing homework and studying for tests? I suppose you could say that you're now proving yourself to the college admissions officers, but seriously, who thinks about that until they're actually applying?
So, who are you proving yourself to? Why are you walking on a tightrope? Why are you jumping through rings of fire? Why are you dressed up like a weirdo? I think the key thing to realize here is that we're not laughing with you, we're laughing at you. Sure, I love learning too, but do I love doing work? Not usually. Do it if you like it, you know?
But really, is it just me, or is the only point - lasting point anyway - of high school to get into college?
Nah, I'm just messing. I like circuses, I mean school. Good stuff, when you don't have 6 APs, no studies, and extracurriculars after school every day there isn't an ice storm.
-ThienAn
Sunday, January 18, 2009
On Love
"1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
-1 Corinthians 13
My favorite chapter in the Bible.
I'm procrastinating, so I figured I'd do something productive.
I think of love as something precious. There are only a few people that I love. Yet God commands us to love our neighbors as ourselves. Man. How is that possible? Sometimes people just get on my nerves. I mean, I'm not violent and I don't usually respond to all the annoying things I see, but it's not like I can go around loving just anyone. But it sounds like that's what I'm supposed to do.
There are people that I know I love, meaning I care about them, I feel close to them, I trust them. Obviously, I don't feel that way about everyone. So what does God mean when he asks us love everyone? I think it's a little more than being just courteous, but I doubt I can apply the definition above to everybody. You know?
On another note, I feel like I've figured out what "in love" means. To me, it's a combination of every other kind of love. When you're in love with someone, the verses above should apply... you should be patient, kind, forgiving, honest, and faithful to the person you love. You should also feel connected to that person, similar (but not the same) to the connection you would feel to your brother, or sister. And the person you love should be a close friend; maybe not your best friend, but still, at least a close friend. You should feel comfortable around that person - no, even more than comfortable: you should want to be around that person.
Speaking above love in a more romantic, and less responsible sense, a person in love should think [she] is the most beautiful thing that God ever created. Sure, other people might be hotter, or have nicer bodies (ugh, society), but when I call something or someone beautiful, I'm talking about more than looks. Beautiful for me factors in everything about that person, whether it be looks, beliefs, voice, or personality... it factors in the feelings that arise from seeing that thing or person.
It is definitely possible to "fall out of love." It's just that, some people fall in love over and over again. And that's what keeps the love relationship alive. Renewal. Being refreshed. That feeling from your first date - or your first kiss, or whatever - all over again. It's like...constant appreciation for what's there. I don't know. I'm just rambling now =].
I guess this is how God wants us to feel about Him...haha. Too bad God wasn't a really attractive girl with an amazing personality. It'd make things so much easier.
Yeah, I'm done. haha.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
-1 Corinthians 13
My favorite chapter in the Bible.
I'm procrastinating, so I figured I'd do something productive.
I think of love as something precious. There are only a few people that I love. Yet God commands us to love our neighbors as ourselves. Man. How is that possible? Sometimes people just get on my nerves. I mean, I'm not violent and I don't usually respond to all the annoying things I see, but it's not like I can go around loving just anyone. But it sounds like that's what I'm supposed to do.
There are people that I know I love, meaning I care about them, I feel close to them, I trust them. Obviously, I don't feel that way about everyone. So what does God mean when he asks us love everyone? I think it's a little more than being just courteous, but I doubt I can apply the definition above to everybody. You know?
On another note, I feel like I've figured out what "in love" means. To me, it's a combination of every other kind of love. When you're in love with someone, the verses above should apply... you should be patient, kind, forgiving, honest, and faithful to the person you love. You should also feel connected to that person, similar (but not the same) to the connection you would feel to your brother, or sister. And the person you love should be a close friend; maybe not your best friend, but still, at least a close friend. You should feel comfortable around that person - no, even more than comfortable: you should want to be around that person.
Speaking above love in a more romantic, and less responsible sense, a person in love should think [she] is the most beautiful thing that God ever created. Sure, other people might be hotter, or have nicer bodies (ugh, society), but when I call something or someone beautiful, I'm talking about more than looks. Beautiful for me factors in everything about that person, whether it be looks, beliefs, voice, or personality... it factors in the feelings that arise from seeing that thing or person.
It is definitely possible to "fall out of love." It's just that, some people fall in love over and over again. And that's what keeps the love relationship alive. Renewal. Being refreshed. That feeling from your first date - or your first kiss, or whatever - all over again. It's like...constant appreciation for what's there. I don't know. I'm just rambling now =].
I guess this is how God wants us to feel about Him...haha. Too bad God wasn't a really attractive girl with an amazing personality. It'd make things so much easier.
Yeah, I'm done. haha.
Friday, January 16, 2009
On Gossip Girl, and Freedom
So I realized that when I'm watching Gossip Girl, I really don't like being disturbed. Because if that happens, or if I have to take my thoughts away from GG for a moment, I miss some things, or have to pause the show (I watch it online). It doesn't really matter how important the disturbance is...just...don't disturb me. lol. Chances are I won't pay attention to you anyway :p.
Playing: Mirror - Barlow Girl
"Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be, who are you? Who are you?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do, I won't try. I won't try."
Here in America, the people prize their freedom. Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of the press... Americans sure are proud of their freedoms and they don't hesitate to cite them, whether or not the situation is appropriate. Well, I don't actually care about America, or the freedoms that are granted in the Bill of Rights. I just felt like saying that.
Freedom of Thought. Freedom of Choice. Freedom of Action. These are all freedoms that every human being has from birth to death.
Nobody can control your thoughts. They might influence them, manipulate them, but nobody can control them. Your thoughts are your thoughts.
Everybody has a choice to do what they think is best. An interrogator might present you with an ultimatum, but really, there are several other options available to you; they just aren't all very reasonable, logical, or attractive. I laugh at the expression, "You give me no choice." Because really, they are saying, "I've chosen to do what I wanted to do originally, and now I have an excuse to do it." Which I find funny-they are only fooling themselves. But everyone has the freedom to choose what they will do, in every situation. You decide how you are going to act, you choose what your next step will be.
I am my own person. I have my own dreams. I know what I want. I know what's best for me. So who are you to tell me who am I, who I should be? In that regard, I will listen to only one person, and you certainly aren't Him. So leave me to my freedom.
Playing: Mirror - Barlow Girl
"Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be, who are you? Who are you?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do, I won't try. I won't try."
Here in America, the people prize their freedom. Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of the press... Americans sure are proud of their freedoms and they don't hesitate to cite them, whether or not the situation is appropriate. Well, I don't actually care about America, or the freedoms that are granted in the Bill of Rights. I just felt like saying that.
Freedom of Thought. Freedom of Choice. Freedom of Action. These are all freedoms that every human being has from birth to death.
Nobody can control your thoughts. They might influence them, manipulate them, but nobody can control them. Your thoughts are your thoughts.
Everybody has a choice to do what they think is best. An interrogator might present you with an ultimatum, but really, there are several other options available to you; they just aren't all very reasonable, logical, or attractive. I laugh at the expression, "You give me no choice." Because really, they are saying, "I've chosen to do what I wanted to do originally, and now I have an excuse to do it." Which I find funny-they are only fooling themselves. But everyone has the freedom to choose what they will do, in every situation. You decide how you are going to act, you choose what your next step will be.
I am my own person. I have my own dreams. I know what I want. I know what's best for me. So who are you to tell me who am I, who I should be? In that regard, I will listen to only one person, and you certainly aren't Him. So leave me to my freedom.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Time
I wish I still had that poem. Maybe I do =O. Meh, can't find it atm.
"What is the time?" ...
Time really is strange. Or rather, my idea of time is strange. 10 years ago can feel like yesterday, but then a week ago can seem like an eternity ago. 3 hours can pass by like 10 minutes, but then 30 minutes can feel like a bad night's sleep, all of the time in the dream world, and then all that all over again. You know? It's not true that time flies by when you're having fun; time is just time. When you're thinking about the time, it will probably go by slowly. When you're not, well then who knows what time it is.
Lately, I wish I had more time. But wait - I have 168 hours a week. That's a whole lot. Take away some for sleep and school, and I have like, what 50 hours? That sounds like a lot doesn't it? But then you factor in homework, and then all of a sudden you have -20hours. E P I C F A I L. Yea, time is too precious; too much demand and too little supply.
"So much to do, so little time."
"What is the time?" ...
Time really is strange. Or rather, my idea of time is strange. 10 years ago can feel like yesterday, but then a week ago can seem like an eternity ago. 3 hours can pass by like 10 minutes, but then 30 minutes can feel like a bad night's sleep, all of the time in the dream world, and then all that all over again. You know? It's not true that time flies by when you're having fun; time is just time. When you're thinking about the time, it will probably go by slowly. When you're not, well then who knows what time it is.
Lately, I wish I had more time. But wait - I have 168 hours a week. That's a whole lot. Take away some for sleep and school, and I have like, what 50 hours? That sounds like a lot doesn't it? But then you factor in homework, and then all of a sudden you have -20hours. E P I C F A I L. Yea, time is too precious; too much demand and too little supply.
"So much to do, so little time."
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