Sunday, December 26, 2010

tell me.

Exams are over, Boris made a surprise return, and everyone has a chance to hang out again. But there are some clashes in schedule, and I have to get my priorities right. Right? So it's right at this point in time that I remembered how little I like people making me feel obligated to do something. If I do something it's because I want to do it and not because I have to. Even though they might both be the case. Therefore, while I might see the logic in the "try not to be late" sms(and I shouldn't be late anyway. Punctuality is a virtue.), I don't like the tone which comes together with it. The activity is something I choose to do with my time, and while yes, I should give my all, I don't think anyone but me has the right to tell me that. This might mean fuck all to anyone else, but that's just the way it is. I don't like people telling me what to do. I am old enough and I can judge for myself.

justin.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

halfway there.

Two more papers, three more days. Still too long. Seems to me how life is just a series of countdowns. Countdown to 18. Countdown to 21. Countdown to ORD. Countdown to end of exams. In the end, when we have reach the end of our journey, what have we done, other than counting down?

justin.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

exams.

Exams are not like wars, fighting fires, or girls or whatever. They are like reading your books and doing your homework and understanding what they mean and getting a score for writing down what you know within a time span to provide an answer for the questions posed to you. It's that simple.

justin.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

physics and cats.

"I can imagine Newton sitting down and working out his laws of motion and figuring out the way the universe works and with him, a cat wandering around. The reason we had no idea how cats worked was because since Newton, we had proceeded by the very simple principle that essentially, to see how things worked, we took them apart. If you try to take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have in your hands is a nonworking cat."

(Adams, D. The Salmon of Doubt, p135)

Friday, December 03, 2010

i don't belong here.

Unbreak me
Unchain me
I need another chance to live.

James Owen Sullivan