Evelyn's method of preparing for her 5 - 11 pm law prelim tonight:
1. Skip all classes
2. Sleeeeeep
3. Wake up for in time for dance class (master class by Nicholas Leichter how exciting)
4. Go for 6-hour prelim
30 September, 2009
28 September, 2009
*762 - scavengers
For a few days there, we were surviving on tissues, while making it our mission to scavenge for toilet paper rolls so that we could last until we next went to the mall. Worst toilet paper thief gets kicked out of the house.
Toilet paper's one thing you never truly appreciate until it's gone.
26 September, 2009
*761 - What's on your mind?
FIFTY-TWO (mostly) drunken comments on my facebook status, which was totally an accident, because I meant to berate Justin on his own wall but had a brain fart and wrote it down on my own instead.
It all started off with "YTOU DON'T MOCK ME EITHER".
Haha, good times.
It all started off with "YTOU DON'T MOCK ME EITHER".
Haha, good times.
25 September, 2009
*760 - poison pear
Thank God, I am still alive today, which means that the wild pear a random old man plucked from a random old tree for me was not poisonous after all.
*760 - I can live without you
When you're at the point in life
where you've worked so hard to get rid of weak, silly insecurities,
where you can look at yourself and accept yourself and then love yourself,
where you have learned to be alone without being lonely,
where you have learned that people come but they go but that's okay,
where you have learned that happiness comes from within,
where you have learned that happiness comes from God,
where you have learned to love life because it is beautiful the way it is right now,
then how can you tell someone "I can't live without you,"
because it's not true,
and if he says "I can't live without you,"
does that mean he's weak,
does that mean he's lying,
because he's been surviving pretty damn fine without you all this while.
---
Just a thought.
I'm not morose. In fact, today was quite a happy day. Five hours of dancing, after four full days of not dancing at all!! How odd that felt. I'm glad I'm semi-recovered now.
Then again.
I think our feelings exist in rearrangeable layers. I can be happy at this instant. But if I dig into myself and coax a different layer up to the surface, I could very well be miserable. Dig into a different part of me, and I could bring up the fury. Or the hope. Or the hopelessness. Or the blessed.
And I think we have that choice. To dig into ourselves and paint on that final layer. It's not that it's fake or that we're hiding from ourselves. It's just a choice. A perspective.
where you've worked so hard to get rid of weak, silly insecurities,
where you can look at yourself and accept yourself and then love yourself,
where you have learned to be alone without being lonely,
where you have learned that people come but they go but that's okay,
where you have learned that happiness comes from within,
where you have learned that happiness comes from God,
where you have learned to love life because it is beautiful the way it is right now,
then how can you tell someone "I can't live without you,"
because it's not true,
and if he says "I can't live without you,"
does that mean he's weak,
does that mean he's lying,
because he's been surviving pretty damn fine without you all this while.
---
Just a thought.
I'm not morose. In fact, today was quite a happy day. Five hours of dancing, after four full days of not dancing at all!! How odd that felt. I'm glad I'm semi-recovered now.
Then again.
I think our feelings exist in rearrangeable layers. I can be happy at this instant. But if I dig into myself and coax a different layer up to the surface, I could very well be miserable. Dig into a different part of me, and I could bring up the fury. Or the hope. Or the hopelessness. Or the blessed.
And I think we have that choice. To dig into ourselves and paint on that final layer. It's not that it's fake or that we're hiding from ourselves. It's just a choice. A perspective.
24 September, 2009
*759 - the butterfly effect
If you think about it, everything is so serendipitous. Life events are like little particles in random Brownian motion; one insignificant event randomly leads to another, which leads to another, and another, and anothernothernother, and finally to an event that is so gloriously significant that all those insignificant events that lead up to it can't be called insignificant anymore. And you look back and think to yourself, what if I hadn't been there at that precise moment in time, in that exact spot, looking in that direction, doing this or not doing that, wanting this or needing that? And what about that other event that led up to this one and set it up just the way it was? Just one little kink in that chain of events and things would have careened off into a totally different universe of possibilities. It has to be God who has been guiding that crazy complex impossibly thick network of possibilities into the one beautiful string of events that is my life as it is.
22 September, 2009
*758 - canto style congee
... And I did it! I made myself porridge. (Ref: below post.) Together with little turkey meatballs (to mimic the pork meatballs Mummy puts into her porridge), century egg, salted egg, and a dash of sesame oil.
Note to self: one cup of rice feeds me for two meals if it's steamed rice, but one cup of rice feeds me for about four/five meals if it's congee. Omg. Congee overload sitting in the fridge.
Note to self: one cup of rice feeds me for two meals if it's steamed rice, but one cup of rice feeds me for about four/five meals if it's congee. Omg. Congee overload sitting in the fridge.
20 September, 2009
*757 - flu
With the 700-ish likely swine flu cases at Cornell (and rising, each time I check), it makes me mildly worried about my really intense flu-like symptoms at the moment, but since I don't have a fever, I'm more concerned about the fact that I have so much work to do but am suffering from a woolly brain, aches and chills, and severely congested passages and just want to go back to bed. And I can't quite afford to miss classes.
(Later)
Update: I've been awake today for a grand total of maybe six hours and need to go back to bed soon. I did five hours worth of homework (but haven't finished), had three cups of tea, and made apple sauce, even though what I really wanted was Mummy's porridge.
On the bright side, illness is temporary and even though one might feel like (*$!@^(!$ with the flu, one will always feel better in a matter of days and all the (*$!@^(!$ will soon be forgotten.
:)
(Later)
Update: I've been awake today for a grand total of maybe six hours and need to go back to bed soon. I did five hours worth of homework (but haven't finished), had three cups of tea, and made apple sauce, even though what I really wanted was Mummy's porridge.
On the bright side, illness is temporary and even though one might feel like (*$!@^(!$ with the flu, one will always feel better in a matter of days and all the (*$!@^(!$ will soon be forgotten.
:)
14 September, 2009
*756 - showers
Steaming hot showers are my prelude to a new state of mind.
For example, from "ooh, sale, let's add 20 items to cart at urbanoutfitters.com" to "time to get serious with the work".
(Insert "have to blog about shower epiphany" somewhere along the transition.)
For example, from "ooh, sale, let's add 20 items to cart at urbanoutfitters.com" to "time to get serious with the work".
(Insert "have to blog about shower epiphany" somewhere along the transition.)
13 September, 2009
*755 - waking up in the wrong house
The pleasantest thing that can happen when you wake up confused, dizzy, and dry-contact lensed, not in your own home, after a night of drunken revelry, is the discovery that you are, in fact, in your neighbour' house, and only need wobble up one flight of stairs to return to your own bed and sleep in till 4 pm.
Perhaps the only photograph I took of our Swine Flu Prevention Party was this photograph of our bar menu:
Swine flu. The latest trend in town. Our guests were greeted by a box of masks and written instructions: "MASKS REQUIRED. We'e serious." Who knew that wearing those masks would be so uncomfortable, particularly when you have to fuss around with taking them on and off for each drink? It's no wonder that everyone had a mask in pocket or dangling off one ear by the end of the night. Still. It was fun.
Perhaps the only photograph I took of our Swine Flu Prevention Party was this photograph of our bar menu:
Swine flu. The latest trend in town. Our guests were greeted by a box of masks and written instructions: "MASKS REQUIRED. We'e serious." Who knew that wearing those masks would be so uncomfortable, particularly when you have to fuss around with taking them on and off for each drink? It's no wonder that everyone had a mask in pocket or dangling off one ear by the end of the night. Still. It was fun.
12 September, 2009
*754 - matcha madness (aptly named by YH)
Matcha Madness #1: matcha and chocolate swirl cake
Baked by big Evelyn (me) and little Evelyn, photograph courtesy of little Evelyn, wild expression of ravenous delight courtesy of the housie.
Matcha Madness #2: matcha shortbread cookies
Baked by big Evelyn in the midst of a most harrowing week, when she should have been getting her life in order, rather than baking cookies. Received thumbs up from the Food Science housie.
Nomnomnom all gone, what next? :D
Baked by big Evelyn (me) and little Evelyn, photograph courtesy of little Evelyn, wild expression of ravenous delight courtesy of the housie.
Matcha Madness #2: matcha shortbread cookies
Baked by big Evelyn in the midst of a most harrowing week, when she should have been getting her life in order, rather than baking cookies. Received thumbs up from the Food Science housie.
Nomnomnom all gone, what next? :D
06 September, 2009
*753 - coiffure
Yesterday, I had an old friend shake my hand and ask me for my name. And then, eyes widened and voice an octave higher, "Evelyn?? You cut your hair!!" Granted, it was dark, it was crowded and noisy, and we were drunk, but still! The funny consequence of getting a dramatic haircut that has occurred uncountable times these past few weeks in Cornell.
I enjoy both long and short hair in two very different ways. They both give me extremely different looks. I'm rocking the short hair but I kind of miss the long hair now and then. Hm!
I enjoy both long and short hair in two very different ways. They both give me extremely different looks. I'm rocking the short hair but I kind of miss the long hair now and then. Hm!
03 September, 2009
*751 - nerves
Talking to daddy makes me breathe easier because I now feel like I am actually capable of sorting out the chaotic mess in my brain in neat, color-coordinated rows (alphabetically, of course). I want to be like my daddy. He's awesomeopossum. :)
I have been surprisingly stressed and nervy of late, considering that today's only the fifth day of actual classes. But hopefully all will be settled and made clear by tomorrow morning and I will be much more at ease no matter what the decision, because tottering on the edge of THIS! or THAT! always makes me upset.
I have been surprisingly stressed and nervy of late, considering that today's only the fifth day of actual classes. But hopefully all will be settled and made clear by tomorrow morning and I will be much more at ease no matter what the decision, because tottering on the edge of THIS! or THAT! always makes me upset.
01 September, 2009
*750 - woe beetide
Part of me wonders what life would be now if things remained as what they once were. Once upon a time, it was a fairytale (in retrospect, always in retrospect). It's been eleven years, it's been five, it's been two, it's been good, it's been odd. No feelings, just curious, slightly pensive.
In other news, a bee randomly stung me on the chest today as I (most unthreateningly!) walked to class. What an unnecessary death! My fashion statement for the day: sweater worn oddly asymmetrically to hide the large red welt on the awkward spot on my chest.
In other news, a bee randomly stung me on the chest today as I (most unthreateningly!) walked to class. What an unnecessary death! My fashion statement for the day: sweater worn oddly asymmetrically to hide the large red welt on the awkward spot on my chest.
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