As I sit back,
Jazz Addixx.
Love.
Soothing.
White outside.
What can I say.
In motion.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
dec.11.2008
What a day it's been.
I'm tired, but I feel weird. Different. Sort of a sentimental regretful feeling of satisfaction.
Tonight was Holiday Serenade. But I'll start from the beginning.
I haven't been sleeping all too well last night. Maybe purely a bulk lack of sorts, but maybe things have been on my mind lately. No doubt about that. There's a lot to do, what can I say. Thankfully, things have been looking somewhat up for me.
I lucked out, with a 68 on the Canadian Open. In all truth, it's somewhat disappointing, seeing as how I could have done better - potentially much better. Given the circumstances however, I must say it turned out better than I might have otherwise imagined. In that regard, I just hope I make it into the Repechage, that would certainly be good.
Anyways, that didn't have much to do with today.
The first period was biology. Kevan, Minha and Ahil were doing their presentation today. I must admit, I envy and somewhat detest the clique-mentality, although I'm guilty of it myself. Maybe it's just that I'm a bit bitter about it. I mean, I want the marks. I don't really like making due. Thankfully, I ended up subdued. I'm happy about that, and I'm proud that I was able to forego this sort of stupid jealousy and just go on with life. It feels healthy, and light.
Anyways, the rest of the day passed by with a blur. Only highlight I can really think of during the mid-section of the day would be Gold Fever rehearsal. I played a pretty good solo, I thought.
Fast forward to physics. I was happy to see that I'd gotten 100% on the Physics test, thanks to a timely bonus mark. That was pretty good, makes me feel happy. Could've gotten an extra mark, but hey, 100% ain't too shabby.
Sadly, I had to go and play Starcraft, and dance with Jacob after DECA. That wasn't such a bright idea. It made everything rushed, which I really don't like, tired me out, and took away my concentration. So during the concert, I made numerous mistakes. It really made me feel crushed on the inside. I want to do well, y'know? And as often as I feel underrated in band, and underappreciated, I try my best to play my part well. Then again, I don't practice, so I get my just desserts.
But even more sadly, on a whole, Gold Band and Gold Fever did terribly. Terrible. Thankfully, mistakes can be forgotten and forgiven. And that's that. Also, I didn't play as good a solo as I would have hoped. My rehearsal one was much better. Oh well.
It was a shame my father didn't come, though. I gave him the ticket last night, and the entire night, I was hoping that lone seat in the front row would be occupied by its rightful owner. Sadly, that didn't happy.
Then I went to the after party at East Sides, reluctantly, in case my father got mad again. I was happy he was easy-going about it, and it was nice sitting, eating, and just talking with all the rest of them. I felt light and carefree. That's good.
Then I left, earlier than the others, on time, and here I am.
I'm tired, and I'll call it a night.
Thanks for a good night.
Love,
Zimu Zhu
Also, I'm very grateful to have Alice as a friend. She brought me something to eat, which was pretty good. Other people wanted some of it, so I gave them some. But I tried my best to save Michael his share. I felt like a good person, when I offered him the last piece of sushi. Alice played very well, too, so I'm proud.
But on a whole, everyone did their best, and that's that.
G'nite now.
I'm tired, but I feel weird. Different. Sort of a sentimental regretful feeling of satisfaction.
Tonight was Holiday Serenade. But I'll start from the beginning.
I haven't been sleeping all too well last night. Maybe purely a bulk lack of sorts, but maybe things have been on my mind lately. No doubt about that. There's a lot to do, what can I say. Thankfully, things have been looking somewhat up for me.
I lucked out, with a 68 on the Canadian Open. In all truth, it's somewhat disappointing, seeing as how I could have done better - potentially much better. Given the circumstances however, I must say it turned out better than I might have otherwise imagined. In that regard, I just hope I make it into the Repechage, that would certainly be good.
Anyways, that didn't have much to do with today.
The first period was biology. Kevan, Minha and Ahil were doing their presentation today. I must admit, I envy and somewhat detest the clique-mentality, although I'm guilty of it myself. Maybe it's just that I'm a bit bitter about it. I mean, I want the marks. I don't really like making due. Thankfully, I ended up subdued. I'm happy about that, and I'm proud that I was able to forego this sort of stupid jealousy and just go on with life. It feels healthy, and light.
Anyways, the rest of the day passed by with a blur. Only highlight I can really think of during the mid-section of the day would be Gold Fever rehearsal. I played a pretty good solo, I thought.
Fast forward to physics. I was happy to see that I'd gotten 100% on the Physics test, thanks to a timely bonus mark. That was pretty good, makes me feel happy. Could've gotten an extra mark, but hey, 100% ain't too shabby.
Sadly, I had to go and play Starcraft, and dance with Jacob after DECA. That wasn't such a bright idea. It made everything rushed, which I really don't like, tired me out, and took away my concentration. So during the concert, I made numerous mistakes. It really made me feel crushed on the inside. I want to do well, y'know? And as often as I feel underrated in band, and underappreciated, I try my best to play my part well. Then again, I don't practice, so I get my just desserts.
But even more sadly, on a whole, Gold Band and Gold Fever did terribly. Terrible. Thankfully, mistakes can be forgotten and forgiven. And that's that. Also, I didn't play as good a solo as I would have hoped. My rehearsal one was much better. Oh well.
It was a shame my father didn't come, though. I gave him the ticket last night, and the entire night, I was hoping that lone seat in the front row would be occupied by its rightful owner. Sadly, that didn't happy.
Then I went to the after party at East Sides, reluctantly, in case my father got mad again. I was happy he was easy-going about it, and it was nice sitting, eating, and just talking with all the rest of them. I felt light and carefree. That's good.
Then I left, earlier than the others, on time, and here I am.
I'm tired, and I'll call it a night.
Thanks for a good night.
Love,
Zimu Zhu
Also, I'm very grateful to have Alice as a friend. She brought me something to eat, which was pretty good. Other people wanted some of it, so I gave them some. But I tried my best to save Michael his share. I felt like a good person, when I offered him the last piece of sushi. Alice played very well, too, so I'm proud.
But on a whole, everyone did their best, and that's that.
G'nite now.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
dec.03.2008
Oh man, today was nice.
I look forward to most Wednesdays to begin with, anyways. Besides, lately, I've began to get into the habit of bringing a lunch to school - it's pretty good.
Hmm, I was going to write a sort of happy-go-lucky positive skip-to-my-lou entry about today's dance session. But I browsed around a bit, and now I got K. Sparks playing, so my mood's a bit more mellow and laid back now.
Not to take away from it all, though. Today was sick. Teaching to the few kids that showed up was a bit dry. But it all changed around 5 o'clock, when the poppers finished practicing and we just got together to session. First we were just messing around, and then we started throwing disses at each other, and that led to Philip calling Sean out - battle, baby! And what was cool was that Vitu had his camera, so it's all on video footage! There were some sick moves thrown around, and Jacob killed it as usual.
It was a whole lot of fun.
Now, I'm gonna go.
I look forward to most Wednesdays to begin with, anyways. Besides, lately, I've began to get into the habit of bringing a lunch to school - it's pretty good.
Hmm, I was going to write a sort of happy-go-lucky positive skip-to-my-lou entry about today's dance session. But I browsed around a bit, and now I got K. Sparks playing, so my mood's a bit more mellow and laid back now.
Not to take away from it all, though. Today was sick. Teaching to the few kids that showed up was a bit dry. But it all changed around 5 o'clock, when the poppers finished practicing and we just got together to session. First we were just messing around, and then we started throwing disses at each other, and that led to Philip calling Sean out - battle, baby! And what was cool was that Vitu had his camera, so it's all on video footage! There were some sick moves thrown around, and Jacob killed it as usual.
It was a whole lot of fun.
Now, I'm gonna go.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
dec.02.2008
Today was another one of those days.
Thankfully, not all was bad.
I was happy that I'd gotten 95% on my English essay. That was certainly a good accomplishment. My Chem marks I got back were good too. Don't know about that Unit Test though - iffy. In any case, we'll see.
In the morning I managed to get to school at 7:30 (Although I was originally supposed to get there by 7:00) to help the guys get ready for Talent Show auditions. That went well. It was a pretty good feeling to see my ideas be brought to life - pretty good, I must say.
After school, Mr. Henry made things complicated for us/them, but that was okay. We auditioned, and I thought they did a great job. Mistakes happen, but hey, that's alright. It made me feel pretty proud. Not of me, per say, but them. Although again, I had a part in it, I think. In any case, that was that.
Just sort of sad, now that I think about it again.
I wish I could perform.
But I know I'm not as good as I think or want to be. So I should just practice, and get strong, and capable. We'll see.
Thankfully, not all was bad.
I was happy that I'd gotten 95% on my English essay. That was certainly a good accomplishment. My Chem marks I got back were good too. Don't know about that Unit Test though - iffy. In any case, we'll see.
In the morning I managed to get to school at 7:30 (Although I was originally supposed to get there by 7:00) to help the guys get ready for Talent Show auditions. That went well. It was a pretty good feeling to see my ideas be brought to life - pretty good, I must say.
After school, Mr. Henry made things complicated for us/them, but that was okay. We auditioned, and I thought they did a great job. Mistakes happen, but hey, that's alright. It made me feel pretty proud. Not of me, per say, but them. Although again, I had a part in it, I think. In any case, that was that.
Just sort of sad, now that I think about it again.
I wish I could perform.
But I know I'm not as good as I think or want to be. So I should just practice, and get strong, and capable. We'll see.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
nov.28.2008
It's sinking in harder and harder.
Actually.. a lot of things are sinking in.
But for now, one thing that bugs me is... inactivity.
How is it, that I'm no longer performing in Star Search?
Sure, I admit that I suck at breakdancing, so it's not surprising that I get my just desserts for being a toy. But just because I can't put skills where my mouth is, I can and do put my love and passion where my mouth is.
What would Nas be without hip hop? What would Guru be without Premier? Born without the BBoy?
I feel like a cripple. A crippled sprinter sitting in a wheelchair watching his teammates take home the gold. All he can do is cheer, with bittersweet tears streaming from his eyes.
Actually.. a lot of things are sinking in.
But for now, one thing that bugs me is... inactivity.
How is it, that I'm no longer performing in Star Search?
Sure, I admit that I suck at breakdancing, so it's not surprising that I get my just desserts for being a toy. But just because I can't put skills where my mouth is, I can and do put my love and passion where my mouth is.
What would Nas be without hip hop? What would Guru be without Premier? Born without the BBoy?
I feel like a cripple. A crippled sprinter sitting in a wheelchair watching his teammates take home the gold. All he can do is cheer, with bittersweet tears streaming from his eyes.
under the stars.
Every so often, a week comes strolling along, a week filled with evaluations, tests, projects and presentations. Everyone encounters them. It's nothing new. As weeks such as this approach, we brace ourselves for the full impact of the heavy duties to come. Thankfully, once over, we are ingratiated with a sensation of proud accomplishment - certainly a cause for celebration.
Unfortunately, after a grueling and mind-grinding week, in the face of a long weekend, there is little to celebrate, really. I had worked hard, and a wave of tests and such had receded.
Semiformal 2008.
Honest to say, I didn't enjoy it that much.
On our way there, I had called my dad, told him it ended at 11.
To my surprise, he cheerfully told me to 'have fun'. It made me feel funny inside, because I knew it must have taken some effort for him to say that, in such dire circumstances. At the same time, I knew that no matter how much fun I really had that night, it would amount to nothing once I got home. This feeling had the better of me the whole night.
On our way back, I had called my dad, told him I was on my way home.
I could sense his frustration, and before he had even said anything, I managed to spurt out a 'Sorry'. But not to my surprise, that could do nothing to appease what I had done. I braced myself.
And now as I write this, a long night of listening to my parents talking to me, I sit here - when I had planned to dance. I can't perform now. And last night wasn't so great. What difference does it make now.
Unfortunately, after a grueling and mind-grinding week, in the face of a long weekend, there is little to celebrate, really. I had worked hard, and a wave of tests and such had receded.
Semiformal 2008.
Honest to say, I didn't enjoy it that much.
On our way there, I had called my dad, told him it ended at 11.
To my surprise, he cheerfully told me to 'have fun'. It made me feel funny inside, because I knew it must have taken some effort for him to say that, in such dire circumstances. At the same time, I knew that no matter how much fun I really had that night, it would amount to nothing once I got home. This feeling had the better of me the whole night.
On our way back, I had called my dad, told him I was on my way home.
I could sense his frustration, and before he had even said anything, I managed to spurt out a 'Sorry'. But not to my surprise, that could do nothing to appease what I had done. I braced myself.
And now as I write this, a long night of listening to my parents talking to me, I sit here - when I had planned to dance. I can't perform now. And last night wasn't so great. What difference does it make now.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
nov.25.2008
Writing is hard.
As much as I feel that the time is right to write a blog entry, I can never bring myself to do it. Why is that? I don't lack the material. Yet somehow, my inclination to do so leaves me so quickly.
But I suppose I'll see what I can manage to "cobble up" this time.
First of all, I recall that a while ago, I felt the need to record this phrase, that seemed to appear in my mind during a time of emotional distress.
Sometimes, I feel the need to cry. Not for myself, but for the whole world.
Other times, I feel the need to cry. Solely because I am the whole world.
I don't want to talk about what it means, but I'll just put it there. Okay, Zimu? Okay.
In other news, karma strikes again.
Lastly,
Rock // Opportunity // Gone // Hard Place
Why, oh why. Sometimes I wonder. Why do I even remain here. Could've just hopped on and left long ago.
As much as I feel that the time is right to write a blog entry, I can never bring myself to do it. Why is that? I don't lack the material. Yet somehow, my inclination to do so leaves me so quickly.
But I suppose I'll see what I can manage to "cobble up" this time.
First of all, I recall that a while ago, I felt the need to record this phrase, that seemed to appear in my mind during a time of emotional distress.
Sometimes, I feel the need to cry. Not for myself, but for the whole world.
Other times, I feel the need to cry. Solely because I am the whole world.
I don't want to talk about what it means, but I'll just put it there. Okay, Zimu? Okay.
In other news, karma strikes again.
Lastly,
Rock // Opportunity // Gone // Hard Place
Why, oh why. Sometimes I wonder. Why do I even remain here. Could've just hopped on and left long ago.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
oct.30.2008
For we are all hypocrites.
Talking with Jacob is always such a deep and meaningful experience. He's a mature guy, and knows more than most. And talking with him today helped me discover more, about the world and myself.
He told me this story, and somehow, it really moved me. It goes something like this...
One day, on a construction site, an unfortunate accident occurred. An explosion, that sent a metal pipe through a poor worker's head. Yet miraculously, after removing the pipe in the hospital, he managed to live. Not without a cost.
Somehow, the pipe managed to totally decimate the center in the brain responsible for emotions... and so, he could no longer feel joy, sorrow, love, passion. In a television interview, after watching a clip of a man laughing, he could only point and say 'I don't know how to do that. I can't kill myself, because I don't know how to feel sad, and I have no wife, no friends. They all left me.'
I found this so tragic. That's all I can really say. So sad a story. It moved me. Evidently, strong emotions are like a double-edged sword.
Also, in addition to his mature nature, he is. So. Fresh. Wow. I can't even fully describe it. I mean, everyone knows he is sick, but I think that only I know just how much skill, talent, potential and musicality he has. He's going to be something great, in fact, he IS something great.
In any case, my legs are very sore, and tired, and inhibited me from dancing to my best tonight at BlackOut. But it was a fun experience, and I think for the most part, everyone had fun. I'm glad Mike came, that was cool.
Also, it's a shame David An is back in Korea. Everyone misses him, and it was a shame he couldn't be here tonight.
In other news... there seemed to be a hair trapped in my right ear that bugged me all day. It's fixed now.
And that is all.
Talking with Jacob is always such a deep and meaningful experience. He's a mature guy, and knows more than most. And talking with him today helped me discover more, about the world and myself.
He told me this story, and somehow, it really moved me. It goes something like this...
One day, on a construction site, an unfortunate accident occurred. An explosion, that sent a metal pipe through a poor worker's head. Yet miraculously, after removing the pipe in the hospital, he managed to live. Not without a cost.
Somehow, the pipe managed to totally decimate the center in the brain responsible for emotions... and so, he could no longer feel joy, sorrow, love, passion. In a television interview, after watching a clip of a man laughing, he could only point and say 'I don't know how to do that. I can't kill myself, because I don't know how to feel sad, and I have no wife, no friends. They all left me.'
I found this so tragic. That's all I can really say. So sad a story. It moved me. Evidently, strong emotions are like a double-edged sword.
Also, in addition to his mature nature, he is. So. Fresh. Wow. I can't even fully describe it. I mean, everyone knows he is sick, but I think that only I know just how much skill, talent, potential and musicality he has. He's going to be something great, in fact, he IS something great.
In any case, my legs are very sore, and tired, and inhibited me from dancing to my best tonight at BlackOut. But it was a fun experience, and I think for the most part, everyone had fun. I'm glad Mike came, that was cool.
Also, it's a shame David An is back in Korea. Everyone misses him, and it was a shame he couldn't be here tonight.
In other news... there seemed to be a hair trapped in my right ear that bugged me all day. It's fixed now.
And that is all.
Friday, October 24, 2008
oct.24.2008ii
As I sip my Tropicana, my taste buds trigger my memories, as they rewind a decade back. When Orange Juice was more a luxury than anything. When life was simple, when I was a happy little boy.
Look at me now.
...
I'm at an all time low. Mentally, I've hit a slump. My predicament multiplied with every long distance phone call with my mother.
I had to trek down to North York, spend some time with Alix, just to get away from it all, and unwind. There's too much stress, and I'm breaking. But I can't talk like this. I have to stay strong, and brave the elements. I can't look back, I can only move on.
Look at me now.
...
I'm at an all time low. Mentally, I've hit a slump. My predicament multiplied with every long distance phone call with my mother.
I had to trek down to North York, spend some time with Alix, just to get away from it all, and unwind. There's too much stress, and I'm breaking. But I can't talk like this. I have to stay strong, and brave the elements. I can't look back, I can only move on.
oct.24.2008
From October 23, 2008.
As I regale my tale,
My mind sets sail as the trumpets wail
In the background, dim and pale
I try to fight it tooth and nail
The struggle is mounting
Trouble compounding
SOS I'm sounding
My need to impede the pounding
Received in my life, my days
Maybe it's the cause of my ways
That pays no dividends, but I hold it at bay
Hoping maybe it'll go away
but at the end of the day it stays
In my face impaling my senses
Disgraced, my vision distorts in my lenses
I'm losing my defenses
All these false pretenses
Might I mention
That this pretention
is nothing but an unworthy detention
of the mind, to release the tension
that is mounting, building
The ocean of despairs hopelessly filling
Despite my initialy feelins, it's not that thrillin
in fact its chillin
my get shivers fearing it, no longer willing
to carry through
in my hapless youth.
but what happens to me mgiht happen to you
but im not rapping to you
it just happens that my mind is tappin
me on the shoulder saying
that maybe i should be relaying
how i feel to others that might be payin
attention to what im prayin
but in fact the truth is something thats icey cold
and my beliefs is somethin that might be old
right? see i told
you that i'd be right, inside
but my insight gave me my light
a bit late, grave danger as im no longer right
i stand at a precarious height
might i add that i fright
so easily at anything in sight, so tonight
leave me be as i sit tight
heaving my life into this site
As I regale my tale,
My mind sets sail as the trumpets wail
In the background, dim and pale
I try to fight it tooth and nail
The struggle is mounting
Trouble compounding
SOS I'm sounding
My need to impede the pounding
Received in my life, my days
Maybe it's the cause of my ways
That pays no dividends, but I hold it at bay
Hoping maybe it'll go away
but at the end of the day it stays
In my face impaling my senses
Disgraced, my vision distorts in my lenses
I'm losing my defenses
All these false pretenses
Might I mention
That this pretention
is nothing but an unworthy detention
of the mind, to release the tension
that is mounting, building
The ocean of despairs hopelessly filling
Despite my initialy feelins, it's not that thrillin
in fact its chillin
my get shivers fearing it, no longer willing
to carry through
in my hapless youth.
but what happens to me mgiht happen to you
but im not rapping to you
it just happens that my mind is tappin
me on the shoulder saying
that maybe i should be relaying
how i feel to others that might be payin
attention to what im prayin
but in fact the truth is something thats icey cold
and my beliefs is somethin that might be old
right? see i told
you that i'd be right, inside
but my insight gave me my light
a bit late, grave danger as im no longer right
i stand at a precarious height
might i add that i fright
so easily at anything in sight, so tonight
leave me be as i sit tight
heaving my life into this site
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
oct.22.2008
It's been a while since I've posted anything, not that I'm doing this so people can read it. I blog as I go, whatever.
A few memories worth taking note of:
Rap battling. How long ago has that been, eh? But it's cool. Got some nice rhymes down and ripped some noobs. What can I say.
In any case, dance club is going great. Although I know I'm not as nice a person as I like to think that I am. That being said, I think it's good that I get to spread the knowledge of hiphop to other people, despite the fact that they probably don't see it the way I do. I can't really find someone that does, but maybe that's just me being critical.
Anyways, I learned a few new moves.
And in other news...
It's going to be a rough few months, I'll say that much.
A few memories worth taking note of:
Rap battling. How long ago has that been, eh? But it's cool. Got some nice rhymes down and ripped some noobs. What can I say.
In any case, dance club is going great. Although I know I'm not as nice a person as I like to think that I am. That being said, I think it's good that I get to spread the knowledge of hiphop to other people, despite the fact that they probably don't see it the way I do. I can't really find someone that does, but maybe that's just me being critical.
Anyways, I learned a few new moves.
And in other news...
It's going to be a rough few months, I'll say that much.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
oct.11.2008
Reed:
How Zimu became a black man.
Episode I: Playing the saxophone.
Episode II: Breakdancing.
Episode III: Listening to funk and R&B
Episode IV: Wearing an afro.
Episode V: Appearing regularly in blackface.
Episode VI: Stealin' bikes, doin' crack, and shootin' hoes.
you laugh now
when you're in jail in the US of A you won't think its so funny
How Zimu became a black man.
Episode I: Playing the saxophone.
Episode II: Breakdancing.
Episode III: Listening to funk and R&B
Episode IV: Wearing an afro.
Episode V: Appearing regularly in blackface.
Episode VI: Stealin' bikes, doin' crack, and shootin' hoes.
you laugh now
when you're in jail in the US of A you won't think its so funny
Sunday, July 13, 2008
jul.13.2008
Thus far, the majority of my summer has been occupied by nothing except... nothing. I have not done much at all, save stay at home and read, and minute amounts of exercise, which isn't all bad. I've had many thoughts cross my mind in the past few weeks, not all of which had the least bit of significance.
However, the past while has been eventful - bringing a much needed sense of excitement into my life that thermo chemistry and Gibb's Free Energy could never bring.
A while ago, I went to see Wall-E with Fiona. It was an awesome movie. I'd already heard people say that the movie was pure genius, and for a childish movie, actually contained relevant and chuckle-able jokes, along with a meaningful plot and subtext. I would have to agree entirely. The movie did serve to convey a thoughtful message, and what was most interesting is that the main characters were not even human - yet still relate-to-able.
On a side note, Forbidden Colours is good mood music.
Onwards.
Last Friday and Saturday nights were Asian Night Market, otherwise known as Toronto Midnight Market, or any combination of those words. So on the first night, we got there and did our thing. It wasn't as exciting as I imagined it to be. Then again, my imagination is a scary thing. But there was a dance-off! I guess I couldn't help but participate, but I was a bit disappointed. I didn't really care, but... I've been practice very hard, and my mind spaced out, and I wasn't able to do anything that I have been practicing on, and just did the same stupid stuff that I've always done. Sigh. Oh well. The other guys were good though. Props to them. And the whole atmosphere was really awesome, I rarely experience it.
What was more awesome was that afterwards, I managed to convince my mom to let me sleep over at Ambrose's house. It was really fun. I spent the next day at Ambrose's, until we went back to the night market. Unfortunately, it rained really hard, so the basketball court, where we volunteered, was forced to close and pack up. Which meant that we got to leave early. Not as early as I had hoped, due to rides issues, but that's alright. We chilled at Ambrose's house again until midnight and I headed on home.
What was really cool was that I got to practice a bit in Ambrose's basement (it's nice there), and he practiced too. He held a pretty sick freeze for a long time, which was caught on camera! Props to that.
I don't really want to talk about anything else in specific.
But what was really important to me was his hospitality in having me stay over. Needless to say, my summer's been pretty stale most of the time, and having the opportunity to get away from it all for two whole days was a real treat for me. So for that, I'm indebted. But it sure injected a good amount of fun and excitement into my otherwise not so fun or exciting life. It was great. So thanks, Ambrose!
Anyways, off I go.
However, the past while has been eventful - bringing a much needed sense of excitement into my life that thermo chemistry and Gibb's Free Energy could never bring.
A while ago, I went to see Wall-E with Fiona. It was an awesome movie. I'd already heard people say that the movie was pure genius, and for a childish movie, actually contained relevant and chuckle-able jokes, along with a meaningful plot and subtext. I would have to agree entirely. The movie did serve to convey a thoughtful message, and what was most interesting is that the main characters were not even human - yet still relate-to-able.
On a side note, Forbidden Colours is good mood music.
Onwards.
Last Friday and Saturday nights were Asian Night Market, otherwise known as Toronto Midnight Market, or any combination of those words. So on the first night, we got there and did our thing. It wasn't as exciting as I imagined it to be. Then again, my imagination is a scary thing. But there was a dance-off! I guess I couldn't help but participate, but I was a bit disappointed. I didn't really care, but... I've been practice very hard, and my mind spaced out, and I wasn't able to do anything that I have been practicing on, and just did the same stupid stuff that I've always done. Sigh. Oh well. The other guys were good though. Props to them. And the whole atmosphere was really awesome, I rarely experience it.
What was more awesome was that afterwards, I managed to convince my mom to let me sleep over at Ambrose's house. It was really fun. I spent the next day at Ambrose's, until we went back to the night market. Unfortunately, it rained really hard, so the basketball court, where we volunteered, was forced to close and pack up. Which meant that we got to leave early. Not as early as I had hoped, due to rides issues, but that's alright. We chilled at Ambrose's house again until midnight and I headed on home.
What was really cool was that I got to practice a bit in Ambrose's basement (it's nice there), and he practiced too. He held a pretty sick freeze for a long time, which was caught on camera! Props to that.
I don't really want to talk about anything else in specific.
But what was really important to me was his hospitality in having me stay over. Needless to say, my summer's been pretty stale most of the time, and having the opportunity to get away from it all for two whole days was a real treat for me. So for that, I'm indebted. But it sure injected a good amount of fun and excitement into my otherwise not so fun or exciting life. It was great. So thanks, Ambrose!
Anyways, off I go.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
jun30.2008
++ july 13,2008 ++
I no longer feel like I want to finish this post, so I will just post what little amount I have already written.
++ . ++
In the past few days, a collection of thoughts and revelations have begun to gather in a desolate and undiscovered continent of my mind. And since then, they have compiled themselves to become somewhat of a noteworthy hub of thoughts. So, along with some smooth night music and a fading grasp of reality (due to the current time of 12:03am, which is quite late for me), I will begin to scribe these thoughts in as coherent an order as I deem fit. Let's begin...
* * *
I have recently picked up on Sherlock Holmes, and am undertaking the complete novels and stories of his adventures along with Dr. Watson. So far, these tomes have already taught me much. After all, my mind learns from even the most common and obvious of places. One of these discoveries is that I and Holmes have very much in common, as bold and arrogant a statement as that was. In a queer and bizarre way, I see this to be very true. (Although through the lens with which I view the world, any two things can be seen to have a strong link with one another.) But alas, that would be my current thesis.
-
Le Preface
So that is the narrator who begins this tale. From the lens of his own mind comes the story that you are about to enter. Although none is told of the narrator's own character, it is very much easily identifiable through the subtext - his odd and detached perception at times, and equally as much his invigorated passion at others. Note the irony in this autobiographical paragraph.
However, although in every story, there are many roles to fill, the protagonist is not that of the narrator. If not, then, who is? And who offers the necessary antagonism?
Even in hindsight, once having completed this read, the answers to these questions cannot be readily produced. You will see what I mean further along.
-
A Brave New World
I no longer feel like I want to finish this post, so I will just post what little amount I have already written.
++ . ++
In the past few days, a collection of thoughts and revelations have begun to gather in a desolate and undiscovered continent of my mind. And since then, they have compiled themselves to become somewhat of a noteworthy hub of thoughts. So, along with some smooth night music and a fading grasp of reality (due to the current time of 12:03am, which is quite late for me), I will begin to scribe these thoughts in as coherent an order as I deem fit. Let's begin...
* * *
I have recently picked up on Sherlock Holmes, and am undertaking the complete novels and stories of his adventures along with Dr. Watson. So far, these tomes have already taught me much. After all, my mind learns from even the most common and obvious of places. One of these discoveries is that I and Holmes have very much in common, as bold and arrogant a statement as that was. In a queer and bizarre way, I see this to be very true. (Although through the lens with which I view the world, any two things can be seen to have a strong link with one another.) But alas, that would be my current thesis.
-
Le Preface
So that is the narrator who begins this tale. From the lens of his own mind comes the story that you are about to enter. Although none is told of the narrator's own character, it is very much easily identifiable through the subtext - his odd and detached perception at times, and equally as much his invigorated passion at others. Note the irony in this autobiographical paragraph.
However, although in every story, there are many roles to fill, the protagonist is not that of the narrator. If not, then, who is? And who offers the necessary antagonism?
Even in hindsight, once having completed this read, the answers to these questions cannot be readily produced. You will see what I mean further along.
-
A Brave New World
Saturday, June 28, 2008
jun29.2008
I now think that it's fairly safe to assume that despite it being beyond our notice, we, as human beings, speak far too often on behalf on our image - a front sometimes devoid of honesty and integrity. Needless to say, it's naught but a subtle manifestation of the vanity that so plagues our world.
* * *
--- I miss the days, don't you know?
* * *
“Winwood Reade is good upon the subject,” said Holmes. “He remarks that, while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.”
* * *
Impossibility is very much a possibility. - Anonymous.
* * *
With more to come...
* * *
--- I miss the days, don't you know?
* * *
“Winwood Reade is good upon the subject,” said Holmes. “He remarks that, while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.”
* * *
Impossibility is very much a possibility. - Anonymous.
* * *
With more to come...
Friday, June 27, 2008
jun27.2008ii
* * *
A few interesting quotes that I have recently picked up from Sherlock Holmes, the Complete Novels and Stories:
If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o'-the-wisps of the imagination.
-Watson
Holmes alone could rise superior to petty influences.
* * *
Dear Diary,
It's not everyday that you feel a certain way. Something you've never felt before. I bet you haven't. But I wouldn't be surprised if you have. A certain sense of melancholy. A sense of a seemingly insignificant yet sentimental loss. Garnished with a tingly sensation of helplessness. After all, what is there in this world, save for that?
* * *
A few interesting quotes that I have recently picked up from Sherlock Holmes, the Complete Novels and Stories:
If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o'-the-wisps of the imagination.
-Watson
Holmes alone could rise superior to petty influences.
* * *
Dear Diary,
It's not everyday that you feel a certain way. Something you've never felt before. I bet you haven't. But I wouldn't be surprised if you have. A certain sense of melancholy. A sense of a seemingly insignificant yet sentimental loss. Garnished with a tingly sensation of helplessness. After all, what is there in this world, save for that?
* * *
jun27.2008
Les Mots du Jour:
abase: v. to lower in position, estimation, or the like; degrade.
abdicate: v. to give up (royal power or the like).
aberration: n. deviation from a right, customary, or prescribed course.
abeyance: n. a state of suspension or temporary inaction.
abject: adj. sunk to a low condition.
abjure: v. to recant, renounce, repudiate under oath.
ablution: n. a washing or cleansing, especially of the body.
abnegate: v. to renounce a right or privilege.
aboveboard: adv./adj. without concealment, fraud, or trickery.
abrade: v. to wear away the surface by friction.
abrogate: v. to abolish, repeal.
abscess: n. a collection of pus in a cavity formed within some tissue of the body.
abscission: n. the act of cutting off, as in a surgical operation.
abscond: v. to depart suddenly and secretly, to escape arrest.
absolution: n. forgiveness, or passing over offenses.
absolve: v. to free from sin or its penalties.
abstemious: adj. characterized by self-denial or abstinence, with drink, food.
abstruse: adj. dealing with matters difficult to be understood.
abut: v. to touch at the end or boundary line.
accede: v. to agree.
accession: n. induction or elevation, as to dignity, office or government.
acclaim: v. to utter with a shout.
accost: v. to speak to.
accouter: v. to dress.
And those are
Les Mot du Jour.
abase: v. to lower in position, estimation, or the like; degrade.
abdicate: v. to give up (royal power or the like).
aberration: n. deviation from a right, customary, or prescribed course.
abeyance: n. a state of suspension or temporary inaction.
abject: adj. sunk to a low condition.
abjure: v. to recant, renounce, repudiate under oath.
ablution: n. a washing or cleansing, especially of the body.
abnegate: v. to renounce a right or privilege.
aboveboard: adv./adj. without concealment, fraud, or trickery.
abrade: v. to wear away the surface by friction.
abrogate: v. to abolish, repeal.
abscess: n. a collection of pus in a cavity formed within some tissue of the body.
abscission: n. the act of cutting off, as in a surgical operation.
abscond: v. to depart suddenly and secretly, to escape arrest.
absolution: n. forgiveness, or passing over offenses.
absolve: v. to free from sin or its penalties.
abstemious: adj. characterized by self-denial or abstinence, with drink, food.
abstruse: adj. dealing with matters difficult to be understood.
abut: v. to touch at the end or boundary line.
accede: v. to agree.
accession: n. induction or elevation, as to dignity, office or government.
acclaim: v. to utter with a shout.
accost: v. to speak to.
accouter: v. to dress.
And those are
Les Mot du Jour.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
jun04.2008
我寫了這首歌 是一首簡單歌
不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 只剩下那鋼琴的歌
也不是 那種 不能只是朋友的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰在花田裡犯的錯
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一 想說愛你*
我寫了這首歌
是一首簡單歌 不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 童話裡會遇見的歌
也不是 那種 真真切切愛我的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰陪她看流星再降落
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
如果你是一幅畫 你會是最珍貴的一幅畫
如果那畫家是梵高的話
有何貴人前來有錢花 個個向你求嫁
梵高他說 你們都該回家
如果你是Melody 就是最動聽
所有的人都會跟著一起唱
就算在夜晚 你的星太亮
讓我忘了月亮代表我的 Love Song
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一
不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 只剩下那鋼琴的歌
也不是 那種 不能只是朋友的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰在花田裡犯的錯
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一 想說愛你*
我寫了這首歌
是一首簡單歌 不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 童話裡會遇見的歌
也不是 那種 真真切切愛我的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰陪她看流星再降落
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
如果你是一幅畫 你會是最珍貴的一幅畫
如果那畫家是梵高的話
有何貴人前來有錢花 個個向你求嫁
梵高他說 你們都該回家
如果你是Melody 就是最動聽
所有的人都會跟著一起唱
就算在夜晚 你的星太亮
讓我忘了月亮代表我的 Love Song
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一
Monday, May 19, 2008
may19.2008
The time is coming soon. In a mere twenty-some odd minutes,
I will be another year older.
So tell me that I will only become better.
Tell me that I will only move further ahead.
Tell me that I will make it.
Tell me there is still time.
* * *
It's going to be my birthday soon. It's 11:36 at this exact moment, and here I am, only left to wonder. What has this year been for me?
However, it's becoming more and more difficult to make my mind up as to what I think. The clock is only winding more and more down towards nothing. So.. the following will just be brief, quick thoughts, as I amass as much as I can as fast as possible.
Not too bad a year.
I'm thankful for a lot of things.
Although, I'm a bit regretful of others.
I'd like to be able to pause time, to deeply take in everything that's happened.
But I can't look back. This next year is going to be nothing but pure intensity.
I wonder if I have what it takes.
No.
I don't wonder.
I know I have what it takes.
I hope.
No.
Overall, I'm happy.
I'm very grateful I have such wonderful friends.
To be honest...
I like to think that this afternoon, while Fiona, Terry Cho and Moo first showed up, that I was very casual about all this. That it was just a casual get-together. But honestly, deep down inside, I really cared. I really wished for all my friends, that I've gathered in the past three years, show up and help me celebrate. I remind myself of Dennis Rodman... I really.. really needed a break. Somehow, I feel like I'm troubled. But anyways, I think I'm very thankful for all the friends I have.
In fact, one of many things that I really cherish is when Mike said 'I wouldn't miss it', even though he, along with Terry, Josh and Wincy, had a big English project to film. I don't know. It's nice, coming from Mike.
And Ambrose. Oh man, thanks. I totally did not see that coming. That is pure kick-ass. And I'm sure I'll be holding on to your signed card for a very, very long time.
Terry, too. I think despite all the testosterone that gets emitted in games of basketball, I'm thankful for you too. I know I tend to not treat you very well sometimes, but deep down inside, I know how sad I'd be if you turned away. I do try to be nicer. Oh god I sound like a woman. Okay, this is how I feel in man-words: Me. You. Tight. Props. And that's the truth.
Those are just three of many of my friends that helped me celebrate tonight, and among other things,
Thanks for the great song, Josh. It was funny and all, but inside, I think that it was really something memorable, and I really do appreciate having you as a friend. Same goes with Wincy (I love the little box, it makes me sad to have taken it apart), Tiffany, Mahmood (I met you for the first time at football in grade 9. Other than Mike, you were probably the first person to say a friendly hello to me), Yvonne, Alex, Terry Cho (you awesome loyal purple-nippled son-of-a).
And even those who I haven't mentioned. Those who didn't even know I had a get-together. I'm happy too.
Now, don't think I've forgotten.
Fiona.
What can I say? You are absolutely the best in the world, and I love you.
* * *
Sometimes, I think that my social and emotional life shouldn't be mixed with my academic life. And for the next few paragraphs, that will be the case.
All things aside, today was simply awesome. You guys make my birthdays great, and from now on, I'll try to return the favour. That's the only right thing to do.
Every year, the memories stack, and cumulate. Every year, there's more to look back upon, more to be thankful for, more experiences, struggles, happiness, and love. For all of us. But also, every year, there's even more to look forward to.
Thanks for a great time.
That's enough sappy shit from me.
* * *
Now, Zimu. Enjoy the moment. But after this, shut up and focus, shall we?
* * *
Now, at 11:54, nearing the end of my post, I seem to have found a fitting emotion. I think it's something that I often overlook, and something that I don't always allow myself to feel, not appreciating many little things and whatnot.
At the end of the day.
At the end of my seventeenth year in this world.
I'm happy!
And tomorrow will only be another day.
I will be another year older.
So tell me that I will only become better.
Tell me that I will only move further ahead.
Tell me that I will make it.
Tell me there is still time.
* * *
It's going to be my birthday soon. It's 11:36 at this exact moment, and here I am, only left to wonder. What has this year been for me?
However, it's becoming more and more difficult to make my mind up as to what I think. The clock is only winding more and more down towards nothing. So.. the following will just be brief, quick thoughts, as I amass as much as I can as fast as possible.
Not too bad a year.
I'm thankful for a lot of things.
Although, I'm a bit regretful of others.
I'd like to be able to pause time, to deeply take in everything that's happened.
But I can't look back. This next year is going to be nothing but pure intensity.
I wonder if I have what it takes.
No.
I don't wonder.
I know I have what it takes.
I hope.
No.
Overall, I'm happy.
I'm very grateful I have such wonderful friends.
To be honest...
I like to think that this afternoon, while Fiona, Terry Cho and Moo first showed up, that I was very casual about all this. That it was just a casual get-together. But honestly, deep down inside, I really cared. I really wished for all my friends, that I've gathered in the past three years, show up and help me celebrate. I remind myself of Dennis Rodman... I really.. really needed a break. Somehow, I feel like I'm troubled. But anyways, I think I'm very thankful for all the friends I have.
In fact, one of many things that I really cherish is when Mike said 'I wouldn't miss it', even though he, along with Terry, Josh and Wincy, had a big English project to film. I don't know. It's nice, coming from Mike.
And Ambrose. Oh man, thanks. I totally did not see that coming. That is pure kick-ass. And I'm sure I'll be holding on to your signed card for a very, very long time.
Terry, too. I think despite all the testosterone that gets emitted in games of basketball, I'm thankful for you too. I know I tend to not treat you very well sometimes, but deep down inside, I know how sad I'd be if you turned away. I do try to be nicer. Oh god I sound like a woman. Okay, this is how I feel in man-words: Me. You. Tight. Props. And that's the truth.
Those are just three of many of my friends that helped me celebrate tonight, and among other things,
Thanks for the great song, Josh. It was funny and all, but inside, I think that it was really something memorable, and I really do appreciate having you as a friend. Same goes with Wincy (I love the little box, it makes me sad to have taken it apart), Tiffany, Mahmood (I met you for the first time at football in grade 9. Other than Mike, you were probably the first person to say a friendly hello to me), Yvonne, Alex, Terry Cho (you awesome loyal purple-nippled son-of-a).
And even those who I haven't mentioned. Those who didn't even know I had a get-together. I'm happy too.
Now, don't think I've forgotten.
Fiona.
What can I say? You are absolutely the best in the world, and I love you.
* * *
Sometimes, I think that my social and emotional life shouldn't be mixed with my academic life. And for the next few paragraphs, that will be the case.
All things aside, today was simply awesome. You guys make my birthdays great, and from now on, I'll try to return the favour. That's the only right thing to do.
Every year, the memories stack, and cumulate. Every year, there's more to look back upon, more to be thankful for, more experiences, struggles, happiness, and love. For all of us. But also, every year, there's even more to look forward to.
Thanks for a great time.
That's enough sappy shit from me.
* * *
Now, Zimu. Enjoy the moment. But after this, shut up and focus, shall we?
* * *
Now, at 11:54, nearing the end of my post, I seem to have found a fitting emotion. I think it's something that I often overlook, and something that I don't always allow myself to feel, not appreciating many little things and whatnot.
At the end of the day.
At the end of my seventeenth year in this world.
I'm happy!
And tomorrow will only be another day.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
may17.2008
In recent news, today marks one of the most ironic days that I have experienced in a very, very long time. It has left me a tad bit bruised, a tad bit confused, and it made me want to write about it.
So anyways, I have been living by myself for about a week now. And trust me, it's no easy task. In fact, it's not even as enjoyable as one may assume it to be. Sure, having more freedom is great, but at the end of the day, you cannot escape the fact that for the next while, you are utterly alone. As you turn the lights off for another night's rest, you realize how empty the house is, how incredibly alone you are.
But I suppose I'm more or less used to it. Most of the time, there are things that keep my occupied - eating in front of the TV, spending most of my time in front of my computer, that sort of stuff. Music is a must, that's for sure.
Thankfully, after a long period of busy and stress, this weekend is Victoria Day long weekend. Tonight is just Saturday. There's still Sunday and Monday. Not to mention that my birthday's coming up (Tuesday May 20). Not too bad.
Funny though. My birthday's always been so casual. A lot of my friends like to take it seriously - go out for a night at a restaurant, that sort of thing. I can't remember doing that. Nor do I want to, really. Just need my friends there to chill, play some basketball, laugh a bit, it's all good. Remember Cummer? With Magic, Boaz, Scott, 40K, Mike, Kevin, all that good stuff.
I remember one time my mom bought me a deck of Magic Cards. That was epic. I was like damn - my mom bought me some of these. This is real special. Except some faggot stole it on like the first day. I replaced them with another, but it still hurt. It's not often my mom takes part in any of my hobbies. Needless to say, I bawled. Not balled - bawled. Haha.
Anyways, back to the present. I'm gonna be seventeen soon. Geez. It's been a while, hasn't it, Zimu. I don't even know how I feel. How am I any different than the person I was years ago? Do I like where I am? Sometimes I feel that I'm a very confused individual right now... Often, I would be very willing to go back in time and live the life I lived years ago.
. . .
So after a week of an utterly sloppy and messy lifestyle, it was time for some change. Thus I spent the better half of the day doing laundry, washing dishes, cleaning, that sort of stuff. I went out with Fiona for lunch, that was real nice.
Anyways, I was mowing the lawn today, when I noticed some colour on my dark-if-not-black driveway. What was this?
"You suck! -->"
With the arrow pointing straight at my house. You can guess how uneasy that made me feel. Sigh.
. . .
In other news, I have finally reached C- on iCCup. Not only that, but I joined a clan - Training Squad (tS(). Although I lost 0-2 to the clan leader, i 2-0'ed vs another C- in the clan, which made me feel pretty good.
In any case, that's about it for now...
Until next,
2imu
So anyways, I have been living by myself for about a week now. And trust me, it's no easy task. In fact, it's not even as enjoyable as one may assume it to be. Sure, having more freedom is great, but at the end of the day, you cannot escape the fact that for the next while, you are utterly alone. As you turn the lights off for another night's rest, you realize how empty the house is, how incredibly alone you are.
But I suppose I'm more or less used to it. Most of the time, there are things that keep my occupied - eating in front of the TV, spending most of my time in front of my computer, that sort of stuff. Music is a must, that's for sure.
Thankfully, after a long period of busy and stress, this weekend is Victoria Day long weekend. Tonight is just Saturday. There's still Sunday and Monday. Not to mention that my birthday's coming up (Tuesday May 20). Not too bad.
Funny though. My birthday's always been so casual. A lot of my friends like to take it seriously - go out for a night at a restaurant, that sort of thing. I can't remember doing that. Nor do I want to, really. Just need my friends there to chill, play some basketball, laugh a bit, it's all good. Remember Cummer? With Magic, Boaz, Scott, 40K, Mike, Kevin, all that good stuff.
I remember one time my mom bought me a deck of Magic Cards. That was epic. I was like damn - my mom bought me some of these. This is real special. Except some faggot stole it on like the first day. I replaced them with another, but it still hurt. It's not often my mom takes part in any of my hobbies. Needless to say, I bawled. Not balled - bawled. Haha.
Anyways, back to the present. I'm gonna be seventeen soon. Geez. It's been a while, hasn't it, Zimu. I don't even know how I feel. How am I any different than the person I was years ago? Do I like where I am? Sometimes I feel that I'm a very confused individual right now... Often, I would be very willing to go back in time and live the life I lived years ago.
. . .
So after a week of an utterly sloppy and messy lifestyle, it was time for some change. Thus I spent the better half of the day doing laundry, washing dishes, cleaning, that sort of stuff. I went out with Fiona for lunch, that was real nice.
Anyways, I was mowing the lawn today, when I noticed some colour on my dark-if-not-black driveway. What was this?
"You suck! -->"
With the arrow pointing straight at my house. You can guess how uneasy that made me feel. Sigh.
. . .
In other news, I have finally reached C- on iCCup. Not only that, but I joined a clan - Training Squad (tS(). Although I lost 0-2 to the clan leader, i 2-0'ed vs another C- in the clan, which made me feel pretty good.
In any case, that's about it for now...
Until next,
2imu
Thursday, May 15, 2008
may15.2008
After a month of inactivity, I guess I should at least try to record some more of my everyday ongoings. And what a month and more it has been.
For one thing, the Gold Band went on the Chicago Trip. It was pretty awesome. The greatest part was the LEGO store! That was fantastic. I bought an EXO-force set for twenty bucks! What a total bargain.
Wait.
No.
Fuck that.
For one thing, the Gold Band went on the Chicago Trip. It was pretty awesome. The greatest part was the LEGO store! That was fantastic. I bought an EXO-force set for twenty bucks! What a total bargain.
Wait.
No.
Fuck that.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
mar29.2008
Deep down inside, in each of us, a part of us wants to believe that magic is real.
Some of us fear that, but others wish for it to be true.
Nevertheless, there are moments in our lives when we are caught off guard by what may be a truly magical moment. In fact, many of us are often too caught up in the everyday complications that is life to take time to observe, or notice the little things that do indeed make the world magical.
I think I am getting better at understanding this. Yes, I'm talking about magic. I can imagine that there are some magicians who go out of their way to demonstrate a complicated and elaborate card trick, thinking it will amaze his or her audience. The truth is - tricks can do two things. It can fool people, or it can amaze people.
No one wants to be fooled. But they do enjoy being amazed once in a while, by something they didn't think would happen. Now, I'm not saying I never fool people. It happens. In fact, card magic is all about fooling people, in the early stages, at least. Think about it, any little kid can come up to you, let you pick a card, and find it. That's a trick, not magic.
I'm sure this has been said many times by many people, but I suppose I will repeat this. Magic is all about creating, for a certain individual, a single moment where they are exposed. Exposed to the impossible, being all of a sudden possible.
I think I'm getting the hang of that.
But, really, that was all just a complicated and elaborate trick so that I can talk about something else. Not entirely irrelevant, but a bit more important, at least.
On the flip side of things, sometimes, people do wish that all of a sudden, their lives could take a twist, and magic can change things. We've all felt it - that, if only, something magical could happen. It would change everything for the better.
Magic.
Some of us fear that, but others wish for it to be true.
Nevertheless, there are moments in our lives when we are caught off guard by what may be a truly magical moment. In fact, many of us are often too caught up in the everyday complications that is life to take time to observe, or notice the little things that do indeed make the world magical.
I think I am getting better at understanding this. Yes, I'm talking about magic. I can imagine that there are some magicians who go out of their way to demonstrate a complicated and elaborate card trick, thinking it will amaze his or her audience. The truth is - tricks can do two things. It can fool people, or it can amaze people.
No one wants to be fooled. But they do enjoy being amazed once in a while, by something they didn't think would happen. Now, I'm not saying I never fool people. It happens. In fact, card magic is all about fooling people, in the early stages, at least. Think about it, any little kid can come up to you, let you pick a card, and find it. That's a trick, not magic.
I'm sure this has been said many times by many people, but I suppose I will repeat this. Magic is all about creating, for a certain individual, a single moment where they are exposed. Exposed to the impossible, being all of a sudden possible.
I think I'm getting the hang of that.
But, really, that was all just a complicated and elaborate trick so that I can talk about something else. Not entirely irrelevant, but a bit more important, at least.
On the flip side of things, sometimes, people do wish that all of a sudden, their lives could take a twist, and magic can change things. We've all felt it - that, if only, something magical could happen. It would change everything for the better.
Magic.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
mar27.2008
My dear tender Fuji apple,
You may think that you are as tangy and boldly flavoured as your orange citrus brethren, but in fact, you are not. You have a much subtler taste - a texture and flavour commonly overlooked, but extremely favorable at the right times.
. . .
In other news, I have not blogged in more than a week, perhaps even two. So here I am, filling the gap that I have left behind.
Today as the title of this entry suggests, is March 26, 2008. I wrote the CMO today. It was many things. Among these many things, it was intense. However, the value of today's experience lies in a few revelations that I had. For one, I have a long way to go. I have to solidify my foundation in math, and go farther than before. On the bright side, it felt somewhat pleasing that I at least, and finally, even made the CMO. A somewhat decent day.
. . .
Flipping a few pages back, during Easter Weekend, I made a few major advancements in the art of magic. I have come up with a brand new routine, and that made me feel pretty proud - to not only have built my own routine of magic, but also have performed it at Ambrose's party after a day of hard practice.
Speaking of which, Ambrose's party was awesome - as usual. Props to that.
. . .
Now, as I approach the end to this rather choppy and abrupt blog entry, I would like to conclude with another terrific find:
And with that,
So long!
You may think that you are as tangy and boldly flavoured as your orange citrus brethren, but in fact, you are not. You have a much subtler taste - a texture and flavour commonly overlooked, but extremely favorable at the right times.
. . .
In other news, I have not blogged in more than a week, perhaps even two. So here I am, filling the gap that I have left behind.
Today as the title of this entry suggests, is March 26, 2008. I wrote the CMO today. It was many things. Among these many things, it was intense. However, the value of today's experience lies in a few revelations that I had. For one, I have a long way to go. I have to solidify my foundation in math, and go farther than before. On the bright side, it felt somewhat pleasing that I at least, and finally, even made the CMO. A somewhat decent day.
. . .
Flipping a few pages back, during Easter Weekend, I made a few major advancements in the art of magic. I have come up with a brand new routine, and that made me feel pretty proud - to not only have built my own routine of magic, but also have performed it at Ambrose's party after a day of hard practice.
Speaking of which, Ambrose's party was awesome - as usual. Props to that.
. . .
Now, as I approach the end to this rather choppy and abrupt blog entry, I would like to conclude with another terrific find:
And with that,
So long!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
mar12.2008
Fortunately for some, unfortunately for others, the last blog entry was a bit.. off on a tangent, shall we say. Today, we will return to our own proper selves in reality, and recap on what has been going on for the past few days.
So, for the past few days, I must admit, my productivity has been rather low. Unless Starcraft is progress - which I force myself to believe is not. Regardless, there has been a lot of it. Yes, folks, for the next few paragraphs or so, I will indeed be going on a Starcraft tangent. Bear with me, or scroll past, please.
The past week or so has been a week of a lot of change when it comes to Starcraft. I have switched races to Terran, as I have often thought of doing in the past. I see them as Lego blocks that combine to build a greater unit. In a way, that's very true when I play Terran. However, I play Terran terribly.
I have recently taken to the iCCup ladder. If you don't know what that is, and are wondering what it is, Google it. Perhaps it is because of the fact that Season 7 has just recently begun, seeing as how there is only one single A- player right now, but I somewhat doubt all the D level players on iCCup are really D level players, or are they just new fresh accounts ready to move onto D+, then C-, etc? After all, in my first two days of playing on iCCup, I had resulted in an 0-8 record (all as Terran). Not so bad, but really, can you get any worse than that?
Thankfully, I've put some work into my Terran skills and by today, after about three of four days of iCCup, I have a slightly better, but still terrible 4-13 record. Here have a look:
My Match List
I think I'm slowly getting there, though. Only time will tell how terribly my record will be. Still, I'm happy that I'm progressing. Already, I've had a couple of totally on-fire games where my APM, Micro and Macro hit all time high, both games smooth wins. But enough of Starcraft.
In other news, I have finally solved the 4x4x4 Rubik's Cube! Without instructions, in fact. Maybe it's because I've never actually sat down to try to solve it, but I feel somewhat proud of my accomplishment.
To finish, I will close with a sort of riddle. Here's some food for thought:
There are 11 wizards.
They are about to be tested - a test of epic proportions of epic epicness.
For simplicity's sake, if they fail the test, they're branded as n00bs. And we won't want that, do we?
The test goes as follows:
Every wizard is blindfolded, and a hat is put on each wizard's head.
Then they are unblindfolded - this means that they can see all the other 10 wizards' hats, but not their own.
Now, simultaneously, each wizard shows one of either a Black Card, or a White Card - simultaneously.
Based on this, simultaneously, each wizard must guess the colour of his own hat - simultaneously.
Now, it is known to them that there are 1000 hats - all of different colours.
Is there.. a possible strategy that these wizards can come up with, so that they can pass this test? And avoid being branded as n00bs.
I, actually, don't know the answer to this question. But I'll think about it, if you do.
And that is all for this time. Stay tuned.
So, for the past few days, I must admit, my productivity has been rather low. Unless Starcraft is progress - which I force myself to believe is not. Regardless, there has been a lot of it. Yes, folks, for the next few paragraphs or so, I will indeed be going on a Starcraft tangent. Bear with me, or scroll past, please.
The past week or so has been a week of a lot of change when it comes to Starcraft. I have switched races to Terran, as I have often thought of doing in the past. I see them as Lego blocks that combine to build a greater unit. In a way, that's very true when I play Terran. However, I play Terran terribly.
I have recently taken to the iCCup ladder. If you don't know what that is, and are wondering what it is, Google it. Perhaps it is because of the fact that Season 7 has just recently begun, seeing as how there is only one single A- player right now, but I somewhat doubt all the D level players on iCCup are really D level players, or are they just new fresh accounts ready to move onto D+, then C-, etc? After all, in my first two days of playing on iCCup, I had resulted in an 0-8 record (all as Terran). Not so bad, but really, can you get any worse than that?
Thankfully, I've put some work into my Terran skills and by today, after about three of four days of iCCup, I have a slightly better, but still terrible 4-13 record. Here have a look:
My Match List
I think I'm slowly getting there, though. Only time will tell how terribly my record will be. Still, I'm happy that I'm progressing. Already, I've had a couple of totally on-fire games where my APM, Micro and Macro hit all time high, both games smooth wins. But enough of Starcraft.
In other news, I have finally solved the 4x4x4 Rubik's Cube! Without instructions, in fact. Maybe it's because I've never actually sat down to try to solve it, but I feel somewhat proud of my accomplishment.
To finish, I will close with a sort of riddle. Here's some food for thought:
There are 11 wizards.
They are about to be tested - a test of epic proportions of epic epicness.
For simplicity's sake, if they fail the test, they're branded as n00bs. And we won't want that, do we?
The test goes as follows:
Every wizard is blindfolded, and a hat is put on each wizard's head.
Then they are unblindfolded - this means that they can see all the other 10 wizards' hats, but not their own.
Now, simultaneously, each wizard shows one of either a Black Card, or a White Card - simultaneously.
Based on this, simultaneously, each wizard must guess the colour of his own hat - simultaneously.
Now, it is known to them that there are 1000 hats - all of different colours.
Is there.. a possible strategy that these wizards can come up with, so that they can pass this test? And avoid being branded as n00bs.
I, actually, don't know the answer to this question. But I'll think about it, if you do.
And that is all for this time. Stay tuned.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
mar09.2008
The snow is something really special...
If you were up early today, I'm sure you would have noticed how beautiful everything was. For those few precious hours, the world was bathed in sunlight, made more impressive by the thick blankets of snow that covered the world. It was a time - a small window of time in which man was helpless . The world, for a tiny moment, put down whatever it was that had preoccupied its attention, and was peaceful.
The roads were desolately empty, the sidewalks lost underneath the deep snowbanks. As the sun slowly rose, nature's elegance radiated from all around me as I made my way to the bus station. If only the world could stay like this for a bit longer.
The world is a beautiful place sometimes.
But surely, not everyone would have seen things the same way as this. I have no doubt that many others were too busy dreading the grave task that lies ahead of them as they stand in their garage with a shovel in hand - not sure where to begin shoveling. I suppose as one ages, the thought of money and supporting one's family is often too heavy a burden to be lenient enough to allow for a short break from the harsh realities of our world.
I, for one, was quite saddened to have had to trench my way out onto the road from my house. The driveway, which was nowhere to be seen - hidden underneaths the depth of snow, was much better this way, I thought. To have had to stain its beauty with a hideous trench was somewhat depressing to see. Ah well.
On my way downtown by my lonesome, it further struck me how precious our world is. The hidden jewels that are not yet destroyed by our hunger to consume. Resources and the environment, that is. I know of, and saw on my way there, of several places that may be great for enjoying the winter scenery. Perhaps I will get to go to those places this March Break.
Unfortunately, as the time slowly ticks away, bit by bit, even as I write this, the world will return to normal.
Savour it while it still lasts.
If you were up early today, I'm sure you would have noticed how beautiful everything was. For those few precious hours, the world was bathed in sunlight, made more impressive by the thick blankets of snow that covered the world. It was a time - a small window of time in which man was helpless . The world, for a tiny moment, put down whatever it was that had preoccupied its attention, and was peaceful.
The roads were desolately empty, the sidewalks lost underneath the deep snowbanks. As the sun slowly rose, nature's elegance radiated from all around me as I made my way to the bus station. If only the world could stay like this for a bit longer.
The world is a beautiful place sometimes.
But surely, not everyone would have seen things the same way as this. I have no doubt that many others were too busy dreading the grave task that lies ahead of them as they stand in their garage with a shovel in hand - not sure where to begin shoveling. I suppose as one ages, the thought of money and supporting one's family is often too heavy a burden to be lenient enough to allow for a short break from the harsh realities of our world.
I, for one, was quite saddened to have had to trench my way out onto the road from my house. The driveway, which was nowhere to be seen - hidden underneaths the depth of snow, was much better this way, I thought. To have had to stain its beauty with a hideous trench was somewhat depressing to see. Ah well.
On my way downtown by my lonesome, it further struck me how precious our world is. The hidden jewels that are not yet destroyed by our hunger to consume. Resources and the environment, that is. I know of, and saw on my way there, of several places that may be great for enjoying the winter scenery. Perhaps I will get to go to those places this March Break.
Unfortunately, as the time slowly ticks away, bit by bit, even as I write this, the world will return to normal.
Savour it while it still lasts.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
mar06.2008
Happy 17th Birthday Tiffany Santos!
Other than that,
'the Prestige' is a great movie.
I found it to be thought-provoking, and at the same time realistic and profound. If you haven't watched it, I really recommend you to, even though I don't watch enough movies to qualify myself as a trustworthy movie critic. In fact, I barely watch movies. But I found it to be really deep, with lots of twists. Awesome!
In any case,
Today is the start on the march break. I'm sure there's lots of hard working in store for me. Happy march break to everyone!
And with that, I'm off to bed.
Other than that,
'the Prestige' is a great movie.
I found it to be thought-provoking, and at the same time realistic and profound. If you haven't watched it, I really recommend you to, even though I don't watch enough movies to qualify myself as a trustworthy movie critic. In fact, I barely watch movies. But I found it to be really deep, with lots of twists. Awesome!
In any case,
Today is the start on the march break. I'm sure there's lots of hard working in store for me. Happy march break to everyone!
And with that, I'm off to bed.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
mar04.2008
Still a hectic period.
Almost there.
However... I think there's one thing I gotta say.
f r e s h .
.
Almost there.
However... I think there's one thing I gotta say.
f r e s h .
.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
feb28.2008
Dear ladies and gentlemen, esteemed audience, revered guests, idle wanderers,
Tonight's segment will diverge somewhat onto a more wordy tangent. As such, I will list the topics that I will be delving into before continuing on. Take it as a buffet, or a cocktail party. You may pick and choose the hors-d'oeuvre of your choice, and skip the topics that don't appeal to your particular interests.
I will be blogging about the following:
-coffeehouse
-me being an idiot
-post-cofeehouse
-thoughts thereafter
-recent happenings
-my current life and state
-final thoughts
Without further ado,
Coffeehouse.
Firstly, apologies if I don't elaborate in detail about certain parts. The post itself is already very long, so I had to try to keep things brief. Don't worry, for you are not forgotten.
Almost 11 PM, and here I am, home from my 3rd time going to RHHS's annual Coffeehouse. Every year, there is Coffeehouse, a night of acoustic acts, whether it be singing, instrumental performances, band repertoires, solos, dance, what have you. I've gone since I was in grade 9.
Oh the memories. I remember in grade 9, I didn't know anyone, and I still attended all the school events. Not so that I could indulge in the self-pleasure of having 'participated in a school event', but because I love music. Just like talent show, I came, picked a spot to sit by my lonesome, and engulf myself with what I was watching - the show. And although as years went by, I know more and more people, the experience is the same. The performers are just as amazing, talented, impressive, even intimidating to me. That's always been the same.
In any case, back on topic.
Among all the performances, there some of the most memorable ones were, in no particular order:
-Solomon's band - Autumn Leaves
-Nicholas singing Oasis - Importance of being Idle
It was nothing having to do with the players in Solomon's band that impressed me, although they're all very talented, but it was the song. It's a classic, but now I know why. The tune stuck in my head, as soon as I got home, I've already accustomed myself to two more versions. The more I listen to it, the more I love it. The chord progressions seem almost identical to "All the Things You Are", just a note. The song was a very memorable one, that I'll be sure to revisit in the future.
Nicholas... Wow. He sat behind me in math all of last semester, but never would I have thought that he had a voice like he does. It amazed me. Not to mention that having gotten to know him a bit, despite him being a new guy on the block, he's an incredibly nice guy. Don't know how else to really put it. Friendly and open-minded, now that I got to see him shine, I gotta say - lots of respect for him. I'm not sure if he'll ever know that, but hopefully I'll get the chance to let him know how much I respect him before he goes off to University.
Those were just two, but there were plenty of other amazing performances, such as:
-Danile and his beautiful R&B voice.
If I didn't know him and closed my eyes, I would have almost certainly mistaken him for a black guy with a rich smooth voice perfect for soulful R&B. He's all that, just not black.
-Hubert, Chris, Minha.
Wow. Great sound on the flute and the violin, not to mention the piano too. Most of all, the balance was really awesome! There were times when it was the violin's time to shine, and others, the flute. Really cool.
-Yoon and Zeyu.
Haha. Hilarious guys. Nuff said.
And mentions to all the other talented performers:
Wincy Sin
Josh and Co.
Sung !!! Chyah!
Jazz Choir
Dancers
Singers
The whole bunch.
Not to mention, of course...
Us. Gold Fever.
All in all, it was a great night. I've always loved Coffeehouse, and tonight was no exception. It was a great experience, and lots of fun. To those that didn't come to Coffeehouse... I wish you did. =D.
However, it's getting awfully late. So have a good night, ladies and gentlemen. If you read through all of that, I sincerely apologize for boring you to death and taking up your time and effort.
With that, stay tuned for:
-me being an idiot
-post-cofeehouse
Have a goodnight!
2imu
Tonight's segment will diverge somewhat onto a more wordy tangent. As such, I will list the topics that I will be delving into before continuing on. Take it as a buffet, or a cocktail party. You may pick and choose the hors-d'oeuvre of your choice, and skip the topics that don't appeal to your particular interests.
I will be blogging about the following:
-coffeehouse
-me being an idiot
-post-cofeehouse
-thoughts thereafter
-recent happenings
-my current life and state
-final thoughts
Without further ado,
Coffeehouse.
Firstly, apologies if I don't elaborate in detail about certain parts. The post itself is already very long, so I had to try to keep things brief. Don't worry, for you are not forgotten.
Almost 11 PM, and here I am, home from my 3rd time going to RHHS's annual Coffeehouse. Every year, there is Coffeehouse, a night of acoustic acts, whether it be singing, instrumental performances, band repertoires, solos, dance, what have you. I've gone since I was in grade 9.
Oh the memories. I remember in grade 9, I didn't know anyone, and I still attended all the school events. Not so that I could indulge in the self-pleasure of having 'participated in a school event', but because I love music. Just like talent show, I came, picked a spot to sit by my lonesome, and engulf myself with what I was watching - the show. And although as years went by, I know more and more people, the experience is the same. The performers are just as amazing, talented, impressive, even intimidating to me. That's always been the same.
In any case, back on topic.
Among all the performances, there some of the most memorable ones were, in no particular order:
-Solomon's band - Autumn Leaves
-Nicholas singing Oasis - Importance of being Idle
It was nothing having to do with the players in Solomon's band that impressed me, although they're all very talented, but it was the song. It's a classic, but now I know why. The tune stuck in my head, as soon as I got home, I've already accustomed myself to two more versions. The more I listen to it, the more I love it. The chord progressions seem almost identical to "All the Things You Are", just a note. The song was a very memorable one, that I'll be sure to revisit in the future.
Nicholas... Wow. He sat behind me in math all of last semester, but never would I have thought that he had a voice like he does. It amazed me. Not to mention that having gotten to know him a bit, despite him being a new guy on the block, he's an incredibly nice guy. Don't know how else to really put it. Friendly and open-minded, now that I got to see him shine, I gotta say - lots of respect for him. I'm not sure if he'll ever know that, but hopefully I'll get the chance to let him know how much I respect him before he goes off to University.
Those were just two, but there were plenty of other amazing performances, such as:
-Danile and his beautiful R&B voice.
If I didn't know him and closed my eyes, I would have almost certainly mistaken him for a black guy with a rich smooth voice perfect for soulful R&B. He's all that, just not black.
-Hubert, Chris, Minha.
Wow. Great sound on the flute and the violin, not to mention the piano too. Most of all, the balance was really awesome! There were times when it was the violin's time to shine, and others, the flute. Really cool.
-Yoon and Zeyu.
Haha. Hilarious guys. Nuff said.
And mentions to all the other talented performers:
Wincy Sin
Josh and Co.
Sung !!! Chyah!
Jazz Choir
Dancers
Singers
The whole bunch.
Not to mention, of course...
Us. Gold Fever.
All in all, it was a great night. I've always loved Coffeehouse, and tonight was no exception. It was a great experience, and lots of fun. To those that didn't come to Coffeehouse... I wish you did. =D.
However, it's getting awfully late. So have a good night, ladies and gentlemen. If you read through all of that, I sincerely apologize for boring you to death and taking up your time and effort.
With that, stay tuned for:
-me being an idiot
-post-cofeehouse
Have a goodnight!
2imu
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
feb24.2008
Brain-tired from a gruesome four hour math contest, I am finally home, and sitting in front of my computer. The above image is one of Banksy's works (a British graffiti artist). I like his works, and his creativity. Check him out at:
Banksy
In any case, the math contest was another learning experience for me. Four hours. Five questions. I solved one - maybe two. I wasn't exactly surprised at it's level of difficulty, but I was disappointed that I wasn't able to fully solve a couple of them. For those who have any interest as to what the particular questions were:
1. There are ten cards with the number a on each, ten with b and then with c, where a, b and c are distinct. For every five cards, it is possible to add another five cards so that the sum of the numbers on these ten cards is 0. Prove that one of a, b or c equals 0.
2. Can it happen that lcm(1,2,...,n) = 2008 x lcm(1,2,...,m) for some positive integers m and n? (lcm(a,b,...,x) means the least common multiple of a,b,...,x.)
3. In triangle ABC, angle A=90º. M is the midpoint of BC and H is the foot of the altitude from A to BC. The line passing through M and perpendicular to AC meets the circumcircle of triangle AMC again at P. If BP intersects AH at K, prove that AK=HK.
4. No matter how two copies of a convex polygon are placed inside a square, they always have a common point. Prove that no matter how three copies of the same polygon are placed inside this square, they also have a common point.
5. We may permute the rows and may permute the columns of the table below. How many different tables can we generate?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
7 1 2 3 4 5 6
6 7 1 2 3 4 5
5 6 7 1 2 3 4
4 5 6 7 1 2 3
3 4 5 6 7 1 2
2 3 4 5 6 7 1
And those are the questions.
In any case, I'll close with something new that I came across yesterday. Actually, Terry showed it to him, so it's courtesy of him. It's called Anaheim Machines, where a man by the name of Ivan Sanchez creates 3D models of various Gundams. It's incredibly, incredibly, ridiculous. Ridiculously amazing, that is.
Check out his work at:
Anaheim Machines
Friday, February 22, 2008
feb22.2008_part02
Reach, the ManToss. I'm no ManToss, but I'm getting there. Represent!
Time for another Starcraft rant... hmm where do I even begin..
Firstly, more Hamachi games were played tonight (typical Friday night). Ambrose, Michael and I played around a bit, and then the Coreans came on. Moo challenged me to play him, so once again, I head into the only player that matches up as Protoss against me. I get little PvP practice, not to mention that any game of Starcraft feels a bit intense to me. Up until this point, we have been 2-1 (the first time we played, we 1-1'ed, and another time, I beat him with a dual gate zealot rush).
So he seemed pretty determined to want to play me, so I jumped right in. What to do, what to do? He didn't want to play on LT, and he suggested Luna, so I figured why not. The map's a bit bigger, but makes little difference. I knew what I was going to do. Instead of dragging the game into a macro war, I decided to seal it with a triple gate zealot build. Him tending to lean towards tech builds in PvP, this was the right build to trump that.
It was all over in a little over four minutes. I noticed his building placement, so I decided to pylon prison his dragoon. Not the first time, but certainly slick.
Yeah. Like that. Trapped his goon, and.. zealots went for the probes. The pylon prison was sort of irrelevant, but it was cool. In any case, that's how that one went down.
At the beginning of the next game, I was trying to decide whether or not to do the same build again. It was LT this time, as opposed to Luna, so I opted for a 2 gate zealot build, less strain on the economy. This time, a bit more wary than before, he posed a zealot and probe on his ramp. In a stroke of.. intuition, I brought 2 probes with my initial zealot, and.. the game proceeded to be just like the previous one, except a little bit less in my favour than before. In any case, this game also ended in about five minutes. 2 - 0. That was that.
More importantly, then, Ryan Jung came on. And.. after some fussing, I decided to play him 1v1. In the beginning, it felt like a typical PvZ. I fast expanded, and in response he double expanded. One moment of pure pimp that I recall now was that when my scouting probe was poking around his base, I was trying to see what lair tech he was going to. He put down a Hydralisk Den, and that was that. What I didn't know was that in his natural was his actual focus: a Spire. But his ramp was cleverly guarded with two zerglings, and my probe was chased headfirst into the deathtrap, so no Spire-intel for me. Fortunately, Stargate was still a part of my build, and he eventually contained me with Mutalisks, Scourges, Lurkers, Hydralisks and Zerglings. Supply-wise we were exactly matched, but him containing me, he expo'ed alot. Needless to say, he was going to win eventually, but unfortunately, he disconnected dropped. Poor guy. The game was his no doubt.
I, however, still feel proud that I put up as good a fight as I was ever going to. I played well, and the outcome is irrelevant. However, after the game, from bwchart, it came to my attention that:
He has a.
Ridiculous.
APM.
Of.
300.
That's amazing. Terry Cho already told me about him and his gosu skills, but now I guess I got to see things first hand. Good experience. I respect him alot. GG Ryan.
In summary, tonight was a very successful night for me. Well-executed games vs Moo, and a good effort against Ryan. No worries, I'll get there, and I'll show that Chinese people can play just as well as Coreans =D. Or at least, I'm going to be ManToss among us group of players.
That's enough Starcraft ranting. If you read all the way until here, I hope it was not a disappointing read. In any case, I will close as usual with a random picture. This one is not a sandwich, but it's still cool.
Savior, the Maestro
feb22.2008_part01
French Class With Alex Tse
Voila. The first comic of the day. Most people probably wouldn't find it funny, unless they know Alex Tse, but oh well. Enjoy.
Anyways,
Today went by pretty quick. In the morning, I had a tape test in music, except I did it live. Nervous as heck, but I... owned it. That made me pretty happy. The rest of the day was uneventful, until 3:30. There was the Hoops for Heart 3on3 basketball fund-raiser, and we had some fun. It was a fun experience, and I found that I wasn't as fat and unfit as I thought I might've been. It was fun.
In any case, tonight will just be another Friday night. Do some homework, play some Starcraft. The weekend will be eventful though. Tournament of Towns math contest at UofT Sunday. Hope that goes well..
That's enough for now. I might post again tonight. Till then, byEE.
2imu
Voila. The first comic of the day. Most people probably wouldn't find it funny, unless they know Alex Tse, but oh well. Enjoy.
Anyways,
Today went by pretty quick. In the morning, I had a tape test in music, except I did it live. Nervous as heck, but I... owned it. That made me pretty happy. The rest of the day was uneventful, until 3:30. There was the Hoops for Heart 3on3 basketball fund-raiser, and we had some fun. It was a fun experience, and I found that I wasn't as fat and unfit as I thought I might've been. It was fun.
In any case, tonight will just be another Friday night. Do some homework, play some Starcraft. The weekend will be eventful though. Tournament of Towns math contest at UofT Sunday. Hope that goes well..
That's enough for now. I might post again tonight. Till then, byEE.
2imu
Thursday, February 21, 2008
feb21.2008_part02
It's still fairly early, so I figured that I would just go ahead and start posting stuff. Where do I begin..
Well, if you're not already aware, my name is Zimu Zhu. I'm sure introductions tend to include things such as personal facts, my hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc, but I'm sure I don't have to go into that. If you don't know, I'm sure my posts will more than likely fill you in.
In any case,
Time for a little rant.
These few days have not been very good for me. In fact, I feel as if I'm entering a period of.. a slump. Desperation, discouragement, not to mention spell-check dependent and emotionally vulnerable. From a math contest screw-up, to suddenly realizing my incredibly time-restrained state in terms of university preparation, since I want to head to America. There can only be one way to describe my state right now:
Poor 이성은. But that's enough negativity. After all, no one likes a pessimist.
On the topic of Starcraft ( Yes. Starcraft is a topic that I will be visiting on a very frequent basis. ), the RHHS Starcraft scene is becoming fairly vibrant. A few weeks ago, things have moved from channel firewall on battle.net to a new-found home: [rH]server. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, we have adopted Hamachi, a program that connects multiple computers into a LAN connection. Finally, more more latency issues.
From a modest few of me, Terry Cheung (tc_), Mike Weng (bigaboo) and Ambrose Lee (Whyzguy), the server is now populated by more than a dozen people, some Chinese, some Korean. In the circle now are:
The Non-Koreans:
Zimu Zhu - 2imu - Protoss
Alex Bedley - aeoliant - Random
Michael Weng - bigaboo - Zerg
Terry Cheung - tc_ - Terran/Protoss
Ambrose Lee - Whyzguy - Terran
Hubert Fan - HUBB - Terran/Zerg
The Koreans:
John Lee - Random
Moo Kim - Protoss
Jason Lee - ???
Terry Cho - Terran
Stanley Moon - ???
Ryan Jung - Terran
And things are pretty active. Soon, there will probably be some sort of nation war among us in the near future - the Chinese vs the Koreans. We're sure to lose, but we'll see. Who knows, they might end up just like 이성은. Or not. Obviously, Mike's the only Zerg. Bring it home, Savior =O. Games usually are played on the weekend.
wtf?!
That's enough about Starcraft. In fact, that's enough random mumbling for one go.
To finish off, check out this video. There's really no point, except that it's a demonstration of awesome graphics. Linked by Ambrose Lee:
Watch Me
Have a g'nite,
2imu
Well, if you're not already aware, my name is Zimu Zhu. I'm sure introductions tend to include things such as personal facts, my hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc, but I'm sure I don't have to go into that. If you don't know, I'm sure my posts will more than likely fill you in.
In any case,
Time for a little rant.
These few days have not been very good for me. In fact, I feel as if I'm entering a period of.. a slump. Desperation, discouragement, not to mention spell-check dependent and emotionally vulnerable. From a math contest screw-up, to suddenly realizing my incredibly time-restrained state in terms of university preparation, since I want to head to America. There can only be one way to describe my state right now:
Poor 이성은. But that's enough negativity. After all, no one likes a pessimist.
On the topic of Starcraft ( Yes. Starcraft is a topic that I will be visiting on a very frequent basis. ), the RHHS Starcraft scene is becoming fairly vibrant. A few weeks ago, things have moved from channel firewall on battle.net to a new-found home: [rH]server. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, we have adopted Hamachi, a program that connects multiple computers into a LAN connection. Finally, more more latency issues.
From a modest few of me, Terry Cheung (tc_), Mike Weng (bigaboo) and Ambrose Lee (Whyzguy), the server is now populated by more than a dozen people, some Chinese, some Korean. In the circle now are:
The Non-Koreans:
Zimu Zhu - 2imu - Protoss
Alex Bedley - aeoliant - Random
Michael Weng - bigaboo - Zerg
Terry Cheung - tc_ - Terran/Protoss
Ambrose Lee - Whyzguy - Terran
Hubert Fan - HUBB - Terran/Zerg
The Koreans:
John Lee - Random
Moo Kim - Protoss
Jason Lee - ???
Terry Cho - Terran
Stanley Moon - ???
Ryan Jung - Terran
And things are pretty active. Soon, there will probably be some sort of nation war among us in the near future - the Chinese vs the Koreans. We're sure to lose, but we'll see. Who knows, they might end up just like 이성은. Or not. Obviously, Mike's the only Zerg. Bring it home, Savior =O. Games usually are played on the weekend.
wtf?!
That's enough about Starcraft. In fact, that's enough random mumbling for one go.
To finish off, check out this video. There's really no point, except that it's a demonstration of awesome graphics. Linked by Ambrose Lee:
Watch Me
Have a g'nite,
2imu
feb21.2008_part01
this is the first post.
. . .
hopefully in the near future, i can begin to slowly, but steadily, fill this blog with random goods. it may include any and everything, from music, to pictures, to deep sentimental reflections, or link dumps, or rants, etc. anything goes. just take it as a 2imu dump site, cool? for now...
. . .
hopefully in the near future, i can begin to slowly, but steadily, fill this blog with random goods. it may include any and everything, from music, to pictures, to deep sentimental reflections, or link dumps, or rants, etc. anything goes. just take it as a 2imu dump site, cool? for now...
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