Fast Forward

This is what I wanted.

>.< Shut Tight

For some reason, I can't shake this uneasy feeling off. I have no idea why I'm feeling uneasy either. It'll be pretty pointless in talking to David about it because we'll both end up feeling helpless and start conjuring up issues that weren't there before.

I went to Wreck Beach (aka the nudist beach) yesterday and waited for David to finish work. *sigh* You need to lie down on a beach and just breathe in the ocean air at least each week. It was beautiful....until a nude man came by. Now, if this was elsewhere I would have screamed and told the guy to the hell away from me; but TP you're on a nude beach - you asked for it -_-. He asked for the time (told him the time with my eyes closed), started to talk about starting at UBC (I drew the conclusion that he was fibbing), etc and all this time, I knew he was trying to get me to look at him >.<. But the poor man forgot that I have an amazing ability and it comes quite natural too, to close my darn eyes ^_*. He started saying things like you're lovely (haha), young (understandable), sexy (wah?!), when out pops the question...are you married? (People mistaken me for a 9th grader, so how does that work?) Told him, I was waiting for my boyfriend and that's when he hightailed out of there. T_T I was about to jump in the water but after that...I thought it would be a much better idea to keep a low profile until David came.

*sigh*... I never did manage to skinny dip T_T...The piggy was wary of the cold water (what did he expect?)...hence I shall wait until summer comes again or for some freak weather to bring one day where it's 27 C during the fall.

^_^ If I do really well this year, I shall reward myself with a study trip to Australia for my second year. This is only if I do really really well. I told David about it and we had our moment of silence. I think he's starting to mature >.<! (Do you know how awkward that thought is?) He's showing signs of tenderness...*gasp* (meat shop). I guess it never occurred to me that maybe David does get worried about me. I am used to worrying over him and plus I'm a good girl - what's there to worry? Hot Australian men? Night Clubs? Alcohol? See, absolutely nothing to worry about ^_*. 

Bad News: Spent the first hour talking about the possibilities of what will happen if I went to Australia. Rejected the idea of coming with me (didn't want to use his parent's money).

Good News: Found out we'll be studying and working under different areas such as sustainability, teaching, agriculture etc...hence he wouldn't need to use his parent's money! Just thinking about the fact that I might be able to travel and study at the same time with David is ridiculously exciting : P.

BUT this is only if I excel in my academics at UBC. Hence...it's time to study.

The Brick Came Down Hard

I was sitting in my English class today and I realized that everything my english teacher in high school taught was refuted.

I seriously need to speak up in class...but I like to digest the information, think about, consider different arguments and positions to the question before voicing my thoughts. Aha, btw, there are no personal opinions, only well defended positions.

In my ASTU, we're learning how to write "scholarly" or engage in academic writing. One of the ways to do this, is to cite. It's called citation. In a nutshell, you take the damn quotes from different people and stick them all together to make a summary before finally stating whether you agree or disagree etc. In general, you have a conversation with these people. Each citation is a voice and the text (essay/report/paragraph/passage) becomes a stage on which you conduct a conference with the quotations you jotted down.

>.< Ahh...But then within the sentences, you have different words and phrases that play a role in characterizing the context of the writing. I seriously seriously need to keep my face in the book and get this down pact because I keep drawing blanks on my face (can you draw a blank?).

Here's another one, when you begin writing you don't start off with an opinion or a thought as taught in high school. You're given reports, pick the one you want to work with, and then start building your thoughts on the basis of what is already given to you. There are no new ideas, simply reconstructed ideas.

*sigh*...is your head hurting?...mine too >.<

Tonight: Skinny Dipping at Wrech Beach ^_^!! Study all night once I get home

Sat: Geekified Turbo Power

Sunday: Some bonding time with David's Mum. We're going to a Buddhism Demonstration at 9 in the morning. Hummmm. Come home and study again.

PS: Earth, Wind, and Fire! They have amazing music especially their single, September.

My Day Off...

Tuesday is my day off! No School! I get to wake up at 7:30 am instead of 6:30 >.<! It's amazing what an hour more of sleep can do for you.

    I have my little study spot at the Asian Center at UBC. It's a hermit's haven....on the outskirts of the campus. But it's perfect for studying. There's hardly anyone there and a billion free computers perfectly arranged in separate study cubicles. The downside to this silent haven is getting food. You'll have to hide your books in a little corner or ask someone to look after it for you...and march for about 5 minutes before reaching the cafeteria. >.< Somehow the prospect of food doesn't seem too appetizing after one look at the campus map.

   10 minutes break..count down...

   They're having a poster sale at the Student Union Building and I came across a poster with gothic font, "SHIT HAPPENS". Hehe...I kept looking at it and David finally decided to get one for me! -_- I must have looked quite pitiful laughing at a display version every single time we'd go to the SUB.

Hehe, here are a few from the poster..

Descartes: I shit, there I am

Freud: Shit is phallic symbol

Athesim: I don't believe this shit

Televangelism: send money or shit will happen to you

Shintoism: you inherit the shit of your ancestors

Capitalism: this is MY shit

Voodoo: Shit doesn't just happen, we made it happen

Disneyism: bad shit doesn't happen here

Communism: lets share the shit

Marxism: you have nothing to lose but your shit

Acupuncturist: hold still or this will hurt like shit

Politically Correct; Internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens

Hip- Hop: motherfuck this shiznit, beeatch! (this is my favorite!)

Surrealism - Fish happens

etc..there's more but back to studying -_-.. TP really wants to kick booties ^_*.

I am completely smitten with UBC and my courses....

        I actually look forward to waking up at 6:30am every morning.