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feeling: tired
food: noodle soup i cooked for myself
CD: jay chou's CD
show: 40 days 40 nights.
reading: Little Prince, again.
surfin':
looking forward: i finally bought an air-ticket to go visit poachie in seattle/vancouver. ooooh!
goodness: so many nice people emailed, concerned about me. genuinely very touched, i don't want to mention names because i'm worried i'll forget someone. but so many....thanks you guys.
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110602, 1709hr, central time

jetlag jetlag jetlag.

i should try to sleep at the normal hours, like normal people. instead of jumping into my bed at every sign of fatigue. how am i going to get over my jetlag?! argh. i woke up at 2am this morning, i am feeling genuinely tired right now, if i were home i would probably be in bed already. but that's *wrong* because it's only 5pm right now. i shall hold it...till at least 10pm or something. i have to stop my jetlag!

2nd day of summer school today. i'm only taking 2 classes this summer. one is the wafer fabrication class - the tough one. it's a lab class, actually had a lab sesseion today, where we had to wear lab gowns, fume shields, gloves and so on, to prevent contamination of the silicon wafers. my hands are too small for the gloves, so the whole time the TA was talking i was making squeaking noises, trying to push the gloves up my stumpy fingers. ahem. think it's gonna be a fun lab. the other class i'm taking is thermodynamics. i expect it to be straightforward and easy, but i like the TA, he's kinda goofy. and i already made one friend from that class, i'll probably try to be conscientious anyway.

i've been listening to jay chou's CD since i got back to campus. there's this song that alvin used to sing to me, called Kai Bu Liao Kou - it's still making my nose tingle a little, not only because alvin used to sing it to me, but i realize to a greater extent of what he's trying to say, through this song. people who know mandarin can ask me for the lyrics.

i remember ages ago, before we got together, there was one time i was hanging out in alvin's room. lying on alvin's bed, i closed my eyes to rest for a while. alvin was at this computer doing his work, and he sang softly some song i cannot remember now. as i listened, his singing sent a shiver through me, i even commented to another friend after that matter-of-factly, that alvin's voice is very touching. never did i imagine that one day he would be singing to me, nor that one day i will be crying because he sang to me.

things never happen the way you expect them to eh?


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