Sunday, March 28, 2010
Walls.
I hate walls.
Posted by nayrakroarual at 1:05 AM
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Saturday, March 20, 2010
I miss a shot by about a mile. (Literally. I was aiming to the cupboard directly in front of me, but somehow manage to hit Papa, who was sitting at the table almost directly to my right.)
David: "See, this is why girls weren't meant to hold guns."
me: "Oh yeah?? You wanna say that again? Huh? Huh?" (now pointing gun at him)
David: (jumps out of chair) "Oh yeah? Oh yeah?! YOU WAIT! I'M GONNA GET MY VULCAN!" (dashes out of room)
me: "OH YEAH!" (shoots David as he is running out of the room.)
Daniel: "There, now you've done it. Now he's gonna spend the next ten minutes loading his Vulcan."
I love my family. XD
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Posted by nayrakroarual at 11:05 PM
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
Raining. It was raining, a heavy, steady rain - not a drizzle, not a downpour, just
rain. For longer than one would expect in this climate, longer than one would expect after the past week, dry as it was.
Ten kilometers alone. Odd isn't it, it wasn't till I stepped into the crowded, somewhat noisy room that I felt lonely.
=)
Posted by nayrakroarual at 11:25 PM
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Tuesday, March 09, 2010
I'm upstairs at the Reading Room, sitting in the corner. I'm online because I have (had, actually) no idea when the English Renaissance was (~ 1500-1650). I'm blogging because I don't feel like actually doing any substantial work.
When something huge happens, you expect to remember it. It's no surprise when the next time you arrive at, say, the Olympic stadium where you won a silver medal, you'll get flashbacks of the event, and your whole experience of the stadium now will be coloured by your previous experience of it.
But then there are everyday events, events of no particular significance at all, which you didn't think about much at the time, which somehow get etched deeply in your memory for no particular rhyme or reason (following no pattern that you can discern, anyway).
So anyway, sitting here, there's a memory that keeps playing over and over in my head. It's just a handful of moments, a mini-clip, as most memories are. It's of the last time I sat down at this table in the reading room. It was the middle of the semester, and they were doing some sort of stock-taking or something, so the table was piled high with books.
Funny how memory works.
Posted by nayrakroarual at 11:54 AM
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Thursday, March 04, 2010
7 Steps to Completing a Class Assignment1. Realise that you have an assignment due.
2. Check what the assignment is about.
3. Complain to your friends about the assignment.
4. Think about doing the assignment.
5. Try to do the assignment.
(This usually leads back to step 3)6. Think about the assignment again.
(This usually leads back to step 3)7. Actually do the assignment.
(This also usually leads back to step 3)
Posted by nayrakroarual at 7:10 PM
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