Just Hopeless
I wouldn't necessarily call myself a hopeless romantic, since according to my own definition, you gotta at least show care towards your object of affection in order to be one. And I don't. Plus, that term is...well, just abused. I don't wanna join the crowd...either way, romantic I may not be, but stupid definitely. I always bring myself into intricate situations where I fall in love with others even before getting to know them. Why do I do that?? I don't know, but I often find my first impressions surprisingly accurate. Those whom I immediately feel a close bond with will indeed become either a close friend or even more. Only in one or two cases have I actually grown to love somebody. And those relationships, unfortunately, usually don't work out.
It was pouring rain in downtown TO today...& for the first time in a few years, I wanted to share my umbrella with someone. The sharing wasn't there...but the person was.

Oh Hungry? Oh Baby!
Lol I can't stop laughing right now. I just read from my bio lab manual that during copulation, the male grasshopper attaches this "nutritive package" to the female's abdomen...& after the sperm has entered the female's body, she eats the package. Hahahahahahaha...

On The Highway
All of a sudden, my life is travelling at the speed of light...it is no longer the snail pace that I'm used to. Cheetah sprint anyone¹??
¹: Plane ticket to Africa not included. Neither is insurance.

What Lies Beneath
So it happened. Few days after I dreamt about it, it happened, in reality. Man it scares me every time when my dreams turn out to be psychic.
It's amazing what a difference 5 year makes. New faces, new places, new phrases. Yet the feeling is still there. Wow.
Time flies, but memories don't...they fade. Sometimes much slower than you want them to.

MD = Money Disappears
People, get ready for news of the millennium - I have now entered the modern world. After a few days of deliberation, I have finally bought an MD Player. Yes, FINALLY!! It's been like what, 4 years since I wanted one?? You simply cannot imagine the joy I'm experiencing right now...nor the pain/guilt I feel for using up a big chunk of my bank money. x_x Ah well...if I am willing to spend that for tuition (of which my mom refused to let me pay), why not a portable music player?? After all, music is my life. I may not be the type of "music lover" that has the stereo on 24/7 or never leaves the house without headphones...but I'd actually spend time analyzing every song that I hear, from its instrumentation to the use of dynamics. Now THAT, ladies & gentlemen, is what I call a hardcore (or crazy) music student. =P

A Big Baby
On my way home, I saw the weirdest thing on the subway. A girl, who sat one seat away from me, was carrying a stroller with her. At first glance, I really thought she was kinda young to be a mother. Plus, she was wearing a dress that covered no more than two-fifths of her thighs (excuse my stereotyping). As I looked more carefully, however, I realized that it wasn't a baby who "sat" quietly on the stroller...it was a bag. Judging from the size of it, I suppose that some sort of transporting aid is indeed necessary. But a stroller??
I finally got my glasses back today...I sure missed Mr. Frameless. Cheers for me looking sophisticated again.

Every Little Thing
Sometimes, the smallest things can make my day. A walk to the bus stop, under the multi-coloured sky decorated with thin slices of clouds, all the while listening to ELT's "Graceful World".
Graceful, indeed.

Painful
I really hate denting my textbooks...I really do...

Oops!...They Did It Again
My chemistry prof, for the second time, asked one of the students to call the chemistry department during lecture...reason being her own cell phone gets no reception in the Earth Sciences hall. Nice. O_o
My physics prof, on the other hand, AGAIN wore a super tight beige shirt without wearing something underneath. My eyes man, my eyes.
As for the health department, they gave me another fugly photo on the health card. Great. Now I must mess up my hair & colour myself black every time I use it.
Another one of those family gatherings coming up this weekend...you bet I'll be getting lots of questions asking how university is. Maybe I should be sarcastic. "It's so $#%@ing hard!!"

Lovin' It
I've noticed that every time my mind yearns to blog, Blogger doesn't work. I guess that's what they call the irony of life...or whatever name they use to fancy the term "piss-off". Anyway, I've added a small section at the sidebar called "speed of sound". It's basically a list of songs that I've been listening to repetitively these days. It's a habit of mine to pick 5 to 10 songs that I really like (some recent, some not) and listen to them over & over again until they wax my ears. And then I'll move on (and use Q-tips). Hurray.
Haven't posted anything here for a week now...anything I kept, that is (I've been writing bits & pieces but ended up deleting them all in the end). Not that university is already super-busy...lots of readings maybe, but nothing I can't handle. Thing is I just don't know what to say here anymore. I think more or less university has "softened" me up...in terms of my attitude and sometimes extremity towards things. I guess the corny way of saying it would be "it opened my eyes". I'm no longer the smartest in my circle. Sadly, I'm a mere number. Yet, this is the exact motivation I needed but never received. I'm happy to go to school. I anticipate. Even though I know this feeling will probably disappear once the workload gets hectic, I'm thankful that it was here at least once. Most people don't. They hate what they're studying. They have no clue what their profs are talking about. They feel estranged in their new environment. I know this 'cause unfortunately, that's what most of my friends are experiencing. You have my sympathy...

Red Hot
I'm freaking out. Yes I know I've been doing that since the first day of August, but still, never as bad as now. I guess it's the sudden realization that university will be starting in a week, & that I'm still not mentally prepared for it. I can boldly admit that I'm scared...of what...I'm not so sure. Whether it is the drop in average or the hectic workload or the new environment or the fact that I have to make new friends...I don't know, probably a lil bit of each. All I know is that I don't feel so good about going to U of T...don't get me wrong, I think it's a great school, even more so after today's orientation...people there are real nice. But I think its atmosphere in general is A LOT more competitive than I expected. I'm starting to think that it'll be too much for me to handle. You see, when I was in the Earth Sciences lecture hall this morning, I couldn't breathe. One reason was obviously because there were too many people. The other I think was more psychological. It was just very intimidating. And for heaven's sake, will the pen-clicking sounds ever stop?? (lol funny how I was one of the initiators)
The New College cheers were funny...even though most people were too tired/embarrassed/lazy/retarded to join in. Either way, I did cheer. It was, I guess, the highlight of the day after the lunch itself (great cookies!!). It was kinda awkward though, 'cause the hall was renovating & therefore looked butt-ugly. Plus, when the Presidents & Deans were speaking, there were often drilling sounds coming from the back of the room (which I thought was just plain stupid...formality anyone??). O_o Come on, I only get this once in my life...& I paid for it!!