Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

Yes, well, sorry for the increasingly infrequent updates... my days are getting surprisingly packed full of perfectly unproductive activities: chatting, reading e-books, DotA, and the like. In fact I haven't swum for a month already and I'm starting to get an itch for the water, but I'll only go maybe this Friday after the two coming CAs and the speech. Last week was the economics test, which turned out to be rather simpler than I'd thought--then again it was all multiple-choice stuff. The real exam is expected to be full of calculations and subjective questions, like all the others, so it probably will require rather more in-depth study. This week? Insanity. I've got three things on the plate marked Thursday: the biomol CA, the physics CA, and the speech assignment I've got to prepare for the effective comm module (I've been calling it "effed comm" to the confusion of people around me). I think I'll talk about impromptu speeches; certainly I...

I'm very tired at the moment. In fact I've been tired for quite awhile, but it hasn't got to such epic proportions before... I suppose all the weeks of 7-hours-of-sleep-a-day have finally taken their toll, because right now all I want to do is set my alarm for next week, curl up in my bed, and go dreamily off to happy land. After all, I've got a headache and my eyes simply refuse to go for more than 2 minutes without a hard blink (I get this weird tic when I suffer from lack of sleep--I blink extra hard and for much longer than the usual 1/16th of a second). So you understand my bed is extremely attractive right now. Of course, I can't do that. Not with the Econs test on Thursday (and 5 lectures to revise for it); the Biomol and Physics tests next week (and since we don't know when the Biomol quiz will be, it could for all we know be on the same day as the Physics); and then Chem the week after that. At least one prof has said that the lectures will soon cease w...

I had the second cooking lesson just now, for dinner. My tutor was the Corn, and one of the judges, so to speak, was Hair Twist. Well, actually it was more like one of those cooking show on TV where the tutor actually does all the cooking... The Corn is quite definitely a Choleric Melancholy, judging from the fact that she absolutely hates coddling weak people and goes straight to the point, while occasionally displaying feats of intelligence and being decidedly emotional at times--which, really, ought to weaken the Choleric hypothesis. In any case it helps explain why she didn't let me touch the ingredients except for grunt work (skinning garlic, stirring carrots etc) while she took over most of the actual cooking. Still, considering she was about to eat it, it was probably wise of her not to let me do too much. All the cooking was done with an inductive cooker; we would have used the gas stove, but it was out of gas and hasn't been replenished yet. In any case it probably red...

I just wasted half an hour of my time walking up and down a slope to get my schoolbag back from where I'd forgotten it. Fortunately nobody else had seen it and the contents were all intact... It's been a weird week. First off, I guess there was that Math test on Tuesday--all the mugging seems to have paid off a little, since this time the complaint is there wasn't enough time to do it all, rather than that I forgot all the necessary formulae. Well, actually I did forget some of those formulae, except that I managed to remember them again with about ten minutes left to do them with; so I ran out of time before managing to apply them. Rather frustrating really. And then that night, I got introduced (through Silver D and Clay Sister) to Brain Rink, which set off a bunch of decidedly strange happenings. Because, you see, Brain Rink is also in Spore, and although she's 21 and Muslim, she's definitely very, hmmm, liberated: her conversation tends, more often than not, to ...

It appears that my mind is breaking down: I find myself sleeping at random times of the day, my memory functions are severely malfunctioning, and my ability to concentrate has been so badly impaired that I can't even focus on one page of my notes before I get the urge to read a blog, look at some manga, or go through MSN to see who's online and can be chatted to. (As a side-note: people don't seem to pay particular attention to the little Status thing; there've been a few who insisted to talking to me while it was Busy and my nickname was complaining about exams to mug for... I guess the habit of not reading prevails even amongst my contacts...) I'm not even focusing properly on typing this post: I used to be able to crank the whole thing out before bothering with other pages, but right now I'm checking my forums and looking for the latest chapter of Bleach. The ctrl-Tab shortcut is well-used on my computer, second only to the alt-Tab one... At any rate, I'v...

Today was the first... well, actually it was my second time cooking, the first time was a long time ago. Today was my first time cooking unsupervised (last time I had the Empress to help chop stuff and generally repair my damage), and I must say I'm inordinately pleased with how it's turned out. The actual first time I cooked was when I took it into my head to make lunch for my siblings, my parents being somewhere else at the time. (I don't remember where they were exactly.) So I told everybody to expect fried rice for lunch the next day, and then made up a recipe based on what I thought fried rice should include: fried onions, eggs, sausages, stuff like that. And at the time I had a microwave available, so that's how I did the sausages and mixed veggies; my sister helped with the eggs and the fried onions were done by my maternal grandmother, so all I really did was make rice and throw everything into the wok, then stir occasionally while adding soy sauce for flavour. ...