Days... 8, 9, 10 & 11: Wow...

Day 8:

Day 10:

Day 11:

For Friday and Sunday, I had to put on formalwear because of two honors convocations I attended. Otherwise, I literally exeunt my room in PJs... In my defense, I only had one class on Friday (my linguistics course had been cancelled) and, well, it was a Sunday.

Now aside from the final projects I have, I need to do my laundry. It's been put off since Friday and I'm about to run out of my... ahem. Not good. While I'll be doing this, my barley will be boiling and I can't somehow tilt the lid in a satisfactory angle--I want it to boil but I don't want it to spill over the cooker. Well... this is what I get for using a rice cooker with only two preset options--"Warm" or "Cook."

I find the structure of my sentences primal... somehow.

Oh, in addition, there's a high chance that I might be on hiatus for about a fortnight or so. The pictures will be up, no less, though that's gonna be it until the end of April. Two weeks is one heck of a short period to finish 40~50 pages...

Day 7: Wet wet wet

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Splish. Splash. Splish.

Sigh...

I didn't even bother to change since it's so...

Day 6: I almost missed today's as well...

I forgot to take today's photo too! Gah... But it wasn't very different from yesterday's outfit. I wore the shorts again with the striped shirt. The other striped shirt. Otherwise, nothing much going on 'cept for my sudden addiction to my PSP. Which is uncanny in my opinion since just the week before, I was ready to bash it to the ground due to frustration. Oh well.

Day 5: I know I missed...

And then it got too warm for the cardigan...

Day 4: Plastic...?

So... I wrapped my assignment in plastic and handed it in to Dr. Vogt... I wonder if he'll get the statement... Oh well, he likes avant-garde, so I hope that would appeal to him in some way.

Day 3: Okay... so I wouldn't be sleeping tonight after all

Only because I slept for most of the day. Even though it was a beautiful day. Now, it's just cold and windy. Well, I've got my mug of coffee and I'm prepared for another night of complete academic isolation.

Oh, before I leave, I find this a little ironic: IF one is prepared to leave Facebook for 3 weeks, in hopes of separating oneself from an addictive social network website, why continue to use Twitter then?

... hmm... Let me rephrase that.

I find it funny, somehow, that some people would refrain themselves from using Facebook, yet still maintain they're reachable via Twitter. Why not go all out? Just stick to emails . Remove all notifications from Facebook/Twitter to avoid temptation/distraction. Sure, in this time and age, technology seems almost inseparable to us. We're virtually married to it. And it makes me quiver to think that the longhand might be extinct in a decade or so... Think about it, all it takes are high schools to implement using computers for assignments and ta-dah, no one would care about legibility anymore since everything can be done with a keyboard. Is it... sad? Or is it just an evolution of language itself that I should learn to accept?

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Waaaay off topic here.

Anyway, I just thought it interesting how we occasionally act. We say something, and then we subtly defy them. We live in a paradox. We are a paradox. Nothing makes sense anymore! I blame Ander Monson's Other Electricities... Since he mentioned that the book was supposed to be uncomfortable to the reader, I couldn't bring myself to finish all of the stories. Out of 159 pages, I stopped at 139. Mindfuck. MindfuckED.

Language poetry... Hmm...

Day 2: Time to pull it together!

Ta-dah~ I think I skipped this process for the past two months, so I'm indoctrinating it once again. The chinos are lavender, though it isn't very obvious here...

So, it's work night on a Saturday and I'm feeling pumped! Sure it's the weekend, but I wanna sleep on Sunday night, so might as well "cram" now.