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| Don't toy with hearts because they are the closest thing to God. What if one has lost all faith in faith itself? It is difficult for this childlike spirit of mine to resist casual games of hair-flicking and eyelash-batting without lingering to feel the ramifications of posh dalliances. I am but a dilettante in this art of affection. Affection, not love. Barney Stintson, thou hast given me reason. | | |
| Quelquefois, je veux juste dormir. Ou lire un livre dans ma chambre. Comme aujourd'hui. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'ai encore venir a la bibliotheque... je juste surf mon facebook et jetter mon temps. Mais, dans autres nouvelles, je suis tresssss excitante pour ce soir!! La premiere soiree depuis Viola's (je pense...) Il serai comme decembre, avec Finny et Ham. woohoo. Je n'ai jamais allee au St. Sulpice, j'espere qu'il est bon.. et il fait du soleil tout la journee. Le temps aujourd'hui est tres bizarre. Il fait du soleil mais je peux voir mon sauf dehors :( C'est le printemps mais c'est encore froid. Bienvenue a Montreal. | | |
| Learning is like eating. Rather, it should be.
Taking in knowledge should involve an active pursuit, followed by a complete ingestion and absorption. Too many a time have I witnessed others as well as myself being spoonfed random, irrelevant facts that our minds do not necessarily accept, in pursuit of "getting good grades". Evaluation, thus, is the objective of our current education system. And the worst part? It takes the fun out of learning.
When is the last time you were truly passionate about something you learned in, say high school? It's difficult, due to the broad and sampling nature of most high school courses. But I argue that learning can be fun, even in primary grade levels.
Learning shoud begin with curiosity, a keen interest in the object of ingestion. You've never tried spring rolls, but they look delicious. You look into it. You place the spring roll in your mouth, feel it around with your tongue, taste its symphony of flavours, and swallow. For me, learning in elementary/high school seldom got past the tasting stage. I never truly enjoyed what I was ingesting. Perhaps I didn't allow myself the time to savour it, or I didn't know what I was taking in in the first place so my skepticism shrouded its true value. In fact, most things can be enjoyable (both to eat an to learn), but it takes time. Just as it takes several hours for a spring roll to digest and for is benefits to be carried out into your body, knowledge takes a long time to be set into your mind. So give it time. Make it a daily pursuit. Just as we need to eat everyday, we need to learn everyday. But we must do it properly.
Thus is the art of ingestion.
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| I haven't practiced. Whatever happened to wanting to get into piano again? Well, here's the thing. a)I don't have time. Asides from the occasion Big Bang Theory and on-campus play, I am fully dedicated to a life of bio-literary-calc-poli-french studies. And muffins. And spilling dairy products. b)I don't have a piano. Yes, yes, there is one downstairs in the lobby. But it's so inconvenient. I'd like to practice, not perform. As a sufferer of extreme self-consciousness, I feel the pressure to produce a masterpiece each time I play for others. So that isn't going to work. Of course, there is Dahn's keyboard. It's lovely, but i)I can't expect to ALWAYS barge into his room & disturb his roommie, and ii)it's no Steinway.
In other news, Alex is a puking-on-Audis messed up son-of-a-pothead. I cannot believe myself just days ago...
It's going to snow! I was woken up by the gush of a storm 8:30am...good thing I didn't have to volunteer till 11am. I thought it would blizzard today. There is a 30% chance of snow. Woohoo! I am so dessicating.
Suburban Motel tonight! I hope it will be better than that Italian Galactica, funny as it was. Lesson of the week: do not attend an event if you cannot understand (linguistically) half the content on its ad. =.= Thank goodness it was free, and I still managed to finish reading up on Iran afterwards.
I'm in love with Sheldon (ie. Big Bang Theory). YEEEEEEE!!!! He's like a combo of an eloquent Bartleby and intelligent Mr. Bean. Sighh... Gotta love physicists. | | |
| Preferably with stubbly beard & quasi-dorky glasses OR backwards baseball cap & skateboard. I'm torn.
In other words, I'm in love with my pothead of a neighbor (maybe). It's funny seeing him in context: smoking outside with his circle of crackheads (8ish guys and 1 trasshhhy girl), dressed in a SUIT!! in the rain but with his signature hat, being RESPECTFUL to the caf lady.
I can't resist myself. My neighbor is damn cute! I just wish I could talk to him. Wouldn't it be funny if we both felt the same way. :O floorcest.
But seriously. Before winter break, he and I must talk. MUST!!! | | |
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