Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Well that was my rant... Not really. Today in prac we had to analyse some DNA we ran through gel electrophoresis, under UV light. Well, sounds fun yeah? They gave us a 30cm ruler, and told us to look for flourescent bands over a UV backdrop. Some bands were less than 1mm apart. And direct UV light into eyes is bad. I came out giving up, Su-ann my lab partner couldn't be bothered either. She was smart. And DAMN my eyes hurt. It felt really odd, not the ordinary sort of hurting, but almost like strain/pain in the inner eye. Not fun. At all. That's what you get for staring straight at UV light for 5 minutes and concentrating. Don't try it at home.
I got caught by ticketing officers today, for the first time ever since coming to Melbourne. I swear I have a concession card, just got no idea where it is. And then got ambushed. On top of that, I only bought a zone 1 ticket when I was getting off at a zone 2 stop. Ganked upon leaving the train. But, with a bit of skill and luck and divine intervention, I escaped hooo~. My act blur skills still haven't faltered despite years of disuse. So I avoided a fine and stuff, but that was quite bad. I think I should really work on finding my concession card/getting a new one since my old one is probably expired...
Reflecting back, I realise that my personality seems to have changed a lot from what I used to be like, especially in terms of extroversion. I definitely never used to talk this much a number of years ago. On the other hand, my online personality (quite different really) has always been rather outgoing and chatty. It seems that in the recent years, this has spilled over to some extent into real life, and I have as a result inherited some overflow of this alternate personality. According to psychologists, I don't even think alternate personalities are supposed to be healthy... Yet I'm willing to bet that most internet users, if not gamers, posses at least one. At least, that's my theory. It feels quite like that, as if my two personalities are starting to almost fuse in some sense, where they have always been kept separate. Quite an interesting observation I thought, worth looking into further perhaps.
'Til next time.
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
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Dota is such a double-edged sword. Because it's player versus player, winning and losing are all part and parcel of it... But losing just deals heavy damage to morale, among other things, while winning does the opposite. Well, it's fun either way... Isn't it?
I actually managed to exhaust myself with pure work today. Achievement yet again. Well, it was partly because of the insane amount of pressure that kind of forced me to work. I suppose this was the turnaround that I was waiting for to get me back on my feet with studies and things. Today, with school and then uni prac and then back to school for some VTAC information night (to do with uni application process and stuff (complete waste of time)), I had plenty of empty pockets of time in between. During which I got a lot of the spec done, which I wasn't able to do before with the terrible timetable I have (uni on nights right before SACs etc, SACs have greater priority than homework, so...).
So now I'm pretty much up to date with homework, it's time to start revising some things that I simply cannot remember. At all. Which will be on the exam. The terrible week/month/rest of school hasn't ended yet, what with the formal coming up this weekend (which I assume will eat the whole weekend for breakfast) which should be fun. Followed by a flurry of SACs on the very week after. Day after, in fact. And now I have a uni mid-semester test to worry about, even greater worry than Chem SACs (which should be quite easy, since we're doing food chemistry which is pretty much bio...). I didn't do too well on the last mid-semester, really need to try for this one.
Dota is such a double-edged sword. Because it's player versus player, winning and losing are all part and parcel of it... But losing just deals heavy damage to morale, among other things, while winning does the opposite. Well, it's fun either way... Isn't it?
I actually managed to exhaust myself with pure work today. Achievement yet again. Well, it was partly because of the insane amount of pressure that kind of forced me to work. I suppose this was the turnaround that I was waiting for to get me back on my feet with studies and things. Today, with school and then uni prac and then back to school for some VTAC information night (to do with uni application process and stuff (complete waste of time)), I had plenty of empty pockets of time in between. During which I got a lot of the spec done, which I wasn't able to do before with the terrible timetable I have (uni on nights right before SACs etc, SACs have greater priority than homework, so...).
So now I'm pretty much up to date with homework, it's time to start revising some things that I simply cannot remember. At all. Which will be on the exam. The terrible week/month/rest of school hasn't ended yet, what with the formal coming up this weekend (which I assume will eat the whole weekend for breakfast) which should be fun. Followed by a flurry of SACs on the very week after. Day after, in fact. And now I have a uni mid-semester test to worry about, even greater worry than Chem SACs (which should be quite easy, since we're doing food chemistry which is pretty much bio...). I didn't do too well on the last mid-semester, really need to try for this one.
Well that was my rant... Not really. Today in prac we had to analyse some DNA we ran through gel electrophoresis, under UV light. Well, sounds fun yeah? They gave us a 30cm ruler, and told us to look for flourescent bands over a UV backdrop. Some bands were less than 1mm apart. And direct UV light into eyes is bad. I came out giving up, Su-ann my lab partner couldn't be bothered either. She was smart. And DAMN my eyes hurt. It felt really odd, not the ordinary sort of hurting, but almost like strain/pain in the inner eye. Not fun. At all. That's what you get for staring straight at UV light for 5 minutes and concentrating. Don't try it at home.
I got caught by ticketing officers today, for the first time ever since coming to Melbourne. I swear I have a concession card, just got no idea where it is. And then got ambushed. On top of that, I only bought a zone 1 ticket when I was getting off at a zone 2 stop. Ganked upon leaving the train. But, with a bit of skill and luck and divine intervention, I escaped hooo~. My act blur skills still haven't faltered despite years of disuse. So I avoided a fine and stuff, but that was quite bad. I think I should really work on finding my concession card/getting a new one since my old one is probably expired...
Reflecting back, I realise that my personality seems to have changed a lot from what I used to be like, especially in terms of extroversion. I definitely never used to talk this much a number of years ago. On the other hand, my online personality (quite different really) has always been rather outgoing and chatty. It seems that in the recent years, this has spilled over to some extent into real life, and I have as a result inherited some overflow of this alternate personality. According to psychologists, I don't even think alternate personalities are supposed to be healthy... Yet I'm willing to bet that most internet users, if not gamers, posses at least one. At least, that's my theory. It feels quite like that, as if my two personalities are starting to almost fuse in some sense, where they have always been kept separate. Quite an interesting observation I thought, worth looking into further perhaps.
'Til next time.
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