Friday, January 31, 2003

So I came home for the weekend to spend some time with my dad & grandpa, but when I got home, I found out that they'd already made plans thinking I wasn't coming home. Bleehhhhh. Anyways, yea, I took the bus back to Dallas. It was $40 for a round-trip; not a bad deal for just one person (; gas costs roughly the same for a car trip). The bus wasn't bad I suppose; it was a lot emptier than I woulda thought though.

So my dad called back to Taiwan to wish everyone a happy (Chinese) new year, and I talked to my cousin Jack a bit... didn't get in any words with the gramps from my mom's side. Man, I didn't even know until my cousin told me that my mom had gone to the Phillipines. Apparently, in Chinese culture, there's a custom that a daughter can't be at her parents' house to pass the new year or something... probably has something to do with symbolism that you've got no place else to go or something. Yea, the Chinese have a lot of these kinds of customs that I think I oughta verse myself in sometime around.
Decided to go home for the weekend after all... in Plano until Sunday afternoon

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Last night on tv, the State of the Union address aired at the same time as a new episode of Smallville. After quite a bit of internal debating, I opted to watch the State of the Union speech. Being an informed citizen- civic duty and all, ya know? Heh, and I figgered I could probably download the missed Smallvile anyway. Well, it got about halfway through downloading from Kazaa, and then all the sources logged off. So I decided to leave it on overnight. I forgot to check it in the morning, and finally remembered just a sec ago. Well, turns out it did finish; and since I didn't have a chance to move it to a non-shared folder (bandwidth saving tactic), everyone else got the file from me. I took a look at my weekly bandwidth and like 1/3 of my weekly bandwidth was gone, hahaha. Man, good thing I had the allowed bandwidth for Kazaa set pretty low, whew...

*I've been going to the Kismet Cafe on 24th next to Double Dave's a lot recently. Man, I guess I never tried real Mediterranean food before. Yowsa! I think I'm addicted to hummus... It's like, whoa.

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

Man, so we finally started shooting a good number of arrows in archery class today... Well, I found out I'm pretty bad at it, hahaha. My arm must have been hit by the string at least 5 times. I've got bruises on two different spots on my arm now. Ouch. =( Yea, well, at least from the locations of the bruises on my arm, I have a pretty good idea of what I was doing wrong at the time. No pain, no gain? Man, archery looks so easy- you'd think it's just aim, pull, release... but there's so much more to it... posture, form, all that good stuff. This'll take work...

*And here's a bit of zany pointlessness... Kikkoman! Heh, crazy Japanese. =P (link via Megatokyo; Dom's Note: "shoyu" = Japanese word for soy sauce)

Saturday, January 25, 2003

Tonight was a TASA mahjong night. I probably played equal amounts of mahjong and Set. Man, I don't know what's going on; it's like my Set skills have suddenly vanished. I stopped playing for about a month, and then I tried to pick it up again, and I'm reaaaally really slow now, uggghhh...

*Afterwards, we went to Patrick's place to chill. Played foosball. Man, playing Patrick was like witnessing a foosball god in action. I seriously wouldn't have believed that some of the ball-handling he did was possible if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes. It's like when you play video games and the computer whups you, and you think maaaaan, no human could ever play like that; the comp's cheating! Yea... it was like that, but the "comp" was a person, haha. I want a foosball table when I grow up, hahaha.

**In other news, me and the crew have re-discovered the StrongBad E-mails (link via Allen). It's hilarious. My personal favorite episodes are: japanese cartoon, lures & jigs, and sugarbob. "Actually, I don't really know anything about the ladies either... I mean... I do! ...I mean- WHGT! JGTH! YES I'M AWESOME!"
I went and saw BLAST! this afternoon- it's like a broadway type show, kinda... don't really know how to describe it. At first I thought it would be a Stomp rip-off trying to fool the onomatopoeically challenged or something, but fortunately I was wrong. It was like... marching band on steroids or something- mixed with some dancing. Maybe I'm just swayed to think so cuz 2 of the numbers in the show were pieces that I actually played in my marching band days. But yea, they did some really nifty "tricks." I think the show was supposed to mainly show off the percussionists, but I thought the brass really shined also (no pun intended, seriously).

*Man, I've been having problems with my alarm clock left and right. I woke up this morning at 9:09 (without the alarm), completely missing my 8 o'clock class. Man, I don't know what happened, I coulda sworn I switched it on, but it was in the off position when I woke up... weird. Maaaaaaaaan, if I'd known I wasn't gonna wake up for my class, I woulda gone out clubbing the night before. Blaaaaaahhhh...

Thursday, January 23, 2003

The school cafeterias held a pie fest tonight at dinner in honor of National Pie Day. Oh, it was great, hahaha. I had 3 slices of pie... I was so stuffed. Best cafeteria eating in quite awhile.

*I think there's something wrong with my throat. It hurts whenever I swallow, even just saliva. arrrgggg...
So I successfully added PE archery to my schedule today. But man, I felt so stupid in class today... First, I asked my teacher why my bow looked so funny, to which he responded that that's what they tend to look like when they're unstrung. Next, I was having a lot of trouble stringing my bow, then the teacher walks over and tells me that my string is snagged and I've got it propped up wrong. And finally, I was the only one in class whose arm got slapped by the recoil of the string- making me realize that I had my arm guard on wrong. Man, I felt like such a doofus...

The problem probably arises from the fact that I'm having to shoot left-handed (right hand holding the bow and left hand pulling the string). It's cuz I'm "left eye dominant" and that supposedly takes precedence over hand dominance. But man, you never see anyone in the movies shooting left-handed. All the archers always line up turned the same way; I bet if you turned to shoot left-handed, they'd be like, "what the hell you doing, boy?" They'd call you "Lefty" derisively and think you were the gay elf or something, hahaha, I dunno.

Oh, and the teacher bears striking resemblance to my high school band director... it's crazy!

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

Man, this morning, when I finally regained enough consciousness to read the clock, it was 8:08... eight minutes after my class had started. It's not like I didn't set an alarm or something- I had it set at 7:15, in fact. And the alarm didn't malfunction- in retrospect, I do recall hitting the snooze button a couple times in my grogginess. Going by times, that means I must have hit the snooze button 4 times without it ever occurring to me that I should get up. Man, you see this kind of stuff on tv, but you never think it can happen to you... I'm still in shock. It's like my subconscious has built an immunity, adapted to ignore, that wretched buzzing tone. Uh oh, if that's true, this could have some very dire ramifications...

Sunday, January 19, 2003

Nien & I talked again, trying to resolve our sleeping differences- to no avail. Either way, one of us loses. My way, he loses sleep; his way, I have to change my lifestyle. And every day, I feel like I'm letting him win more and more ground. For the most part, this entire week, I've logged off my computer right around midnight. So for a whole week, I've been living the way he'd have me live. I feel like I'm in hell.

So we were talking tonight trying to decide on like an "official" lights out time... and after much caving on both our parts, we agreed to 1:00... then I realized that he was talking about weekends, and I was talking about weekdays and yet we had both already given so much ground. We were both pretty frustrated. I dunno, I mean, he likes sleeping at midnight, and I like sleeping at 3:00... so wouldn't the most "fair" and natural compromise be 1:30? I feel like I'm already being nicer than I ought to be, and yet he's still not satisfied. =/

And then he put me on the spot and asked me: "What's more important to you: chatting on AIM or letting me sleep?" Man, how the hell am I supposed to answer that??? Uggghhh... so I suggested that maybe we should get some peer mediation, or at least ask our RA for some suggestions/solutions. And tonight, I finally worked up the guts to voice the idea that perhaps we shouldn't be roommates next year. The issue was side-stepped. Man, I dunno if this is gonna work... *sigh* Every time we have to talk about this, I feel so frustrated by our inability to come to a solution.

*He said he'd look for some more comfortable earplugs that he'd be more willing to use. And as an interim solution, I agreed to sleep at 12:30 on weekdays and 1:30 on weekends. I feel like I'm getting seriously shafted here... *sigh* =/
I was on my way to the cafeteria for brunch today, and there was this car like stalled at the light. Me and a couple other guys pushed it out of traffic. Yup, I guess that's my good deed for the week, haha.
So Nien & I had talked about our sleeping condition, and I was under the impression that on weekends, anything goes. So I was up at like 2:00ish AIMing it up, and he can't sleep cuz of it. So I asked him if he needed to wake up early the next day (this morning), and he said he did- so I logged off but couldn't sleep. Then today, I wake up at like 11:00, and he's still kinda just chillin' around. I ask him about it, and he says that all he had planned was to go to lunch. And in my head I'm like, Bastard! You tricked me into going to sleep for your own personal gain? Man, uggghhh... I really feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick here. I composed some haikus last night in bed when I couldn't sleep...

In the depths of night
the hour of my clearest thought
squandered for his sleep

Lights out at midnight
noise keeps my roommate awake
So much for IM

I can't sleep at night
It's way too early for bed
Man, I hate my life

Creature of the night
Who the hell sleeps at midnight?
Live for all-nighters

Obey others' whims
Prisoner in your own dorm.
Welcome to college

"noisy disturbance,"
that's probably what he thinks
keeping him awake.

On AIM when he says,
"Please get off your computer."
Gotta go, later.

temp.more

Saturday, January 18, 2003

I went to the Omega party at Empire last night; the flyer said that Empire was turning into a bar, and this was its last night as a club. Well, the party was pretty decent I guess. We pre-partied at the Omega house first, and it turns out that quite a few of the members are acquaintances from here or there. So yea, everyone was really nice and everything. I don't intend to join a frat any time soon or anything, but if I had to, I'd say Omegas would be the way to go. And I found out that being drunk off shots is a more pleasant feeling than being drunk on punch- I had to pee really bad all night.

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

I recently found out about ShareScan from my brother. It works like Kazaa over a network. This is great for UT, cuz you get like 600kbps downloads and it doesn't count towards your weekly bandwidth limit. And other people don't even have to have the ShareScan software for you to get their files- it's just anything that happens to be in their shared folders. But yea, setting it up was tricky as hell though, let me know if you need the IP information. I've tried it out a little bit- it seems to work well for fairly common movies and stuff, but you can't find rare stuff it seems. And a word of warning, my brother said not to search for mp3's on it, cuz it'll give too many results and overload your computer. I think that's all.
Went to wushu club today... same ol' same ol'. I don't take it particularly seriously. So after the class, they called a mini-meeting, and asked me and Mike to stay for it. So the deal is, they want us to join their "demo team." They've "voided the trial period" and just admitted us in. (Seems like they're getting kinda desperate for members, if you ask me.) In addition to more practices, they said they're gonna re-tool the entire format of the regular classes to suit the experienced people instead of the beginners. I mean, sure, I'd like to actually learn something, but I don't think they should necessarily sacrifice one for the other. "Equal opportunity for all!" "No child left behind!" You know, all that jive, heh. I dunno, man, maybe it's a curse... I'm never satisfied with the way things are run... maybe I'm just a whiny jerk, hahaha.

So yea, anyways, the whole thing with being on a demo team again- it just doesn't sit particularly well with me I guess. Bad memories, bad blood. And also, I think it's generally understood (even among the UT crew): nobody wants to perform with a crew that's regarded as bad. During the meeting, everyone decided that we had a long way to go before UT Wushu could really become reputable. I mean, I'll admit that I'm no scoobydoo when it comes to contemporary wushu, but I think some have more to go than others, if you know what I mean. And now there's talk about them wanting to do shows for Chinese New Year... =/ Bluggghhhh, I don't really know what I think, what to think... it's complicated.

Monday, January 13, 2003

Uuuugggghhhh... today was hell. Waking up at like 7:30 when I'm used to waking up at noon is excruciatingly painful. And my schedule doesn't really make for a lunch either. Stupid cafeteria hours, grrrr... Classes were pretty whatever; calculus was like whoa though, I think I'm pretty screwed, hahaha. And I realized after my last class that I wrote "1-13-02" on the top of all my papers- I'm debating whether it's worth the effort to go back and change 'em all.

Here's my schedule so far:
EM319 - Mechanics of Solids; MWF 8-9, TH 5-7P
ASE211 - Engineering Computation; MW 11-12
EM311M - Dynamics; MWF 12-1P
M427K - Adv. Calc. Apps. 1 (Diff. Eq.)-Engr Hon.; MWF 1-2P, TTH 2-3P
PED107C - Beginning Archery; TTH 9:30-11
MAN320F - Founds. of Org. Behav. and Admin.; TTH 11-12:30P

*Oh yea, and I got myself some pajamas that look more like regular street clothes. I just wore 'em all day today instead of changing. Heheh, I could get used to this. Hah, normal clothes... who needs 'em? =P

Sunday, January 12, 2003

Nien and I had a talk about our sleeping habits today. I guess it was the talk we really should have had at the end of last semester. But I dunno, sometimes I feel stuff isn't completely resolved. Like I've said before, there's no easy solution to this; we don't see any possible solution that wouldn't require one of us to change our lifestyle. Nien had originally gotten some earplugs, but he got the really heavy-duty kind, and he said they were uncomfortable. He said he'd look for some more normal ones. And we devised a system of hanging towels and blankets around his bed to shield out light. I said I'd try to get off the computer earlier if I wasn't working on anything "real." I said that I'd probably be sleeping earlier this semester since I've got an 8 o'clock class anyways though. Then I went and mentioned something about a lights-out time too, blaaaaarrrrggg, what was I thinking??? STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!

So yea, school starts tomorrow... =(

*The next morning Nien proposed that we have lights out at midnight!!! omg, what havoc have I wreaked upon myself!?!?!? AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
I watched My Sassy Girl today, twice actually. It's really good. It was happy, then sad, then happy again. It was like auuuuggghhhh, what IS this that I feel? Heh, that means it was good. Probably the best romantic comedy I've seen.

Saturday, January 11, 2003

I went down to the (Bob Bullock) Texas State History Museum today cuz it's free for people 18 and under, and I figgered this would probably be one of my last chances before my 19th b-day. I kept telling myself I'd go all last semester, and I only finally got around to it now. Well, I thought the exhibit was pretty interesting. I think it was basically my 7th grade social studies curriculum presented in visual form. But yea, it's actually fun learning about that kinda stuff if you know you're not going to be tested about it later, heheh.

Friday, January 10, 2003

back in hell...
I went and saw Gangs of New York with as much of the posse (left in town) that I could scrounge together: Michael, Amit, Alan, Frank, and Prasid. Well, anyways, it started off really cool with the fighting and whatnot, and I thought it'd be an awesome 3 hours of vicious combat to the death between gangs. I was very much disappointed in that respect. The end started getting so weird I was just like wtf is going on? I don't get it. And then the movie kinda just ended with a pretty image that I guess is somehow supposed to relate the movie to modern times or something- I'm not too sure; I don't always get symbolism, or even properly identifying it most of the time. So yea, since I didn't get it, that probably means critics'll either say the movie was sheer genius or a sheer crap. It was kind of like the feeling I got after watching 2001: A Space Odyssey but not to such a high degree. I dunno, whatever.

So after that, we went to IHOP and chatted it up a bit. We had plenty of laughs. But yea, sometimes in the midst of the laughter, I'd think about how it's absent from my day-to-day life, and I suddenly sooooooooo do not wanna go back to school. =/ Bleeeehhhhhh...

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

So I just got back from skiing not too long ago. We went to south Lake Tahoe this year. We used to go there all the time cuz it's right on the border of California and Nevada, and so the hotels on the Nevada side all have casinos in 'em. So my parents would ski by day and gamble by night. Well, anyways, the trip was very much what I expected it to be; winter ski trips have been a family tradition for close to 10 years now I think. My brother & I switched to snowboarding somewhere in the middle, but other than that, very little has changed. I dunno, sometimes I think change is great, but it's times like these that I never want things to change. *sigh*

Well, this time, I tried a rail-ride (like a grind) for the first time ever. I thought it was really fun, and I think it's like my new thrill in snowboarding. I'm not that keen on jumps, so I guess this is one of the last things left for me. I dunno, I guess I kinda accept the fact that snowboarding is one of the things that I'll never be extremely good at- only mediocre. Excessive speed scares me, as does the uncontrolled feeling of hangtime in jumps. Yea, but I don't care; whatever makes ya happy, right? Oh, and I busted up my leg doing a rail-ride; my shin is all bruised now, blehhhh...

So while my parents were gambling, I went to the arcades. I only paid for $25 worth, but the employee screwed up and gave me $50 of credit on my card instead. So I played two nights instead of one. Hah, not to be sacrilegious, but I thought it was kinda like the Jewish festival of lights, where the oil that was supposed to last for one night ended up lasting for eight instead. Heh, well, I thought the similarity was amusing; perhaps my blessing was some sort of divine intervention, hahaha.

But yea, where there are casinos, there are also buffets. Every night after skiing, we'd hit up one of the many buffets and stuff ourselves. Ugghhh, I feel noticeably fatter now, hahaha.

I finally finished reading Catch-22 this vacation. I've read parts of it several times and written like 3 book reports on it, but never once finished the entire book, hahaha. Yea, it's a great story- underneath the laughs, is actually a pretty tragic story. So many people die. "War is hell."

Oh yea, and my throat is kinda hoarse all the time now. Like, I don't cough, and I don't really feel phlegm, but I can't talk at normal volume these days- it's frustrating. I think it might be related to that inhaler of mine that I thought was working wonders, hmmmm...

Friday, January 03, 2003

going skiing... be back on Jan. 8ish

*Whoooooaaaaaaa Nellie! Heavens to Betsy! Sweet Juanita! =P

Thursday, January 02, 2003

So I met up to Brian tonight; we hadn't really chilled since like 10th grade. After running out of things to do, we decided to just cruise around and so we drove around aimlessly in Plano for like 2 hours. We talked a lot. I realized that he's really matured a lot since we last hung out; he doesn't seem like just some punk kid now. He said he feels like he's undergone a major change since going off to college. He didn't come to UT like the rest of the herd- he took the road the less travelled, and for him, I guess it really has made all the difference. He said he's met people (like his RA) that have changed his life; he really looks up to his RA and sees him as a role model. I realized that I don't feel like I've got any figure in my life like that. I feel like I need some kind of guidance or example, but I find myself with no one to look up to. They say that the point of going to college is to grow as a person, and that that's just as important as the actual learning that's supposed to be going on. In addition to the learning of academics is learning how to be a person.

We talked about how after going to college, people's purposes in life change a bit. For me, it's a very scary change. In high school, everything was about getting myself into college- making good grades, overloading with extracurriculars, everything. Now that I'm in college, I feel lost, like I don't know what it is I'm working towards. I mean, yea, ultimately I guess it is to get a job, but what kind of job? There's so many options; and what if I want to stay in school longer, that's an option too. It's all so confusing. My entire life up to this point has been geared towards making the grade, and now, that's not what dominates my existence anymore. It's as if up to this point I was going down a one-way street with everything very concrete and definite, and now I've reached a multitude of intersections, one after another- everything's ambiguous and I don't know where to go or what's the best way to get there. Life just feels so complicated as of late.

Also, when I got to college, I came to the realization that nothing I did in high school really mattered any more. No one cares about the SAT score or class rank. For better or worse, everyone who got into UT is in this together more or less. And that's a pretty frustrating thought sometimes, cuz I absolutely slaved my butt off in high school- and for what? Only to go to the same college as friends of mine who slacked off throughout high school. Along those same lines, I thought: doesn't the same logic apply for the transition between college and the job? Once you actually get your job, your boss and co-workers aren't going to care about your GPA or extracurriculars. The only conclusion I could draw from this was that on the whole, grades aren't as important as we make them out to be. Back in high school, my top priority was getting good grades- and look what that's gotten me: NOTHING. So thus, I've resolved that from now on, I shouldn't take grades as seriously. I mean, of course, grades are still important, just not that important. I know there are supposed to be more important things in life, even though I don't know exactly what yet. I also resolve to find out what the important things in life really are.

I've got a lot of regrets about the way I went through high school. If I could go back in time with knowledge of how things would turn out, I'd have done things very differently. First and foremost would definitely be my emphasis on grades, of course. I mean, I don't know if I woulda been a slacker, but I certainly wouldn't have pulled so many all-nighters or missed out on fun to study. Reflecting back, I realize that in all my 4 years of high school, I never skipped a single class- of course I've had doctor's appointments and sick days, but I've never misssed for the hell of it and faked a sick note afterwards. There were a lot of opportunities that I missed out on or turned down that in retrospect could have made my life a lot more interesting. All throughout my life, I've been of the mind that carpe diem killed the cat. If I could go back, I think I'd take more chances in life. I'm reminded of how in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Shu Lien and Li Mu Bai always hinted at their emotions but never acted on them, and in the end they were left with nothing. I mean, I guess this isn't the easiest thing in the world to change, but I'll work on it... baby steps.

Also, I've been re-evaluating my own self worth. Of course everyone says that where you go to college doesn't directly correlate with future success, but I can't help but feel a little bit insecure. I mean, I can't help but think of that scene from Liar, Liar where the son says, "My teacher says that true beauty is on the inside," and the dad replies, "Oh, that's just something ugly people say." Heh, so like the people telling you which college you go to doesn't matter are the ones that didn't get in. But yea, it was a tremendous blow to my ego when I didn't get accepted to my two choice colleges. I watched Orange County (, whose central message was that you don't have to go to a prestigious college to be who/what you want to), and sometimes I'm like that's darn right!, and other times I'm like that is SUCH a crock. I think for me, it wasn't so much the actual process of going somewhere that mattered; it was the fact that acceptance would have been validation of my abilities.

But anyways, college is all about change, right? Changing as a person and everything? I saw it in Brian; he seems a lot more mature and adult-like now than back in high school. I have yet to undergo such a change myself. I think part of my problem is the fact that I'm aware that the change should be taking place and am actively seeking it out. Not to get all Taoist and stuff, but Brian brought up that perhaps the way to attain what you seek is to stop chasing after it, and to let it come to you instead. That statement applies on a lot of levels, not just about change. But yea, we were reminded about how in our fighting days, we'd liken increases in our fighting abilities to jumps in "power level" (a la Dragonball Z). Well, now, if we use the same analogy with life, I feel like Vegeta when he sees Goku transform to Super Saiyan, and so he trains really hard to get on par, but as much as he tries he can't do it. Yea, if you've watched DBZ, I think the analogy is rather fitting.

*sigh* So I guess I'm trying too hard. I gotta just go with the flow...

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

I went to the HYF New Year's party, Serenity, tonight with Kent and Cali- it sucked. Hell, look how early I'm home. I dunno, I guess everything about tonight just completely blew up in my face; nothing was going the way I hoped. The party wasn't exactly bumpin' either. And my judgement wasn't nearly impaired enough to think it was any better than it really was, if ya know what I mean. Yea, I don't think anyone I know walked away from the party satisfied. Good thing Cali hooked it up, otherwise I woulda been pissed as hell if I'd had to pay the insane $30 cover for such a disappointing party.