Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
At the base of Everest.
How do I start?
Imagine four years of preparation; of gruelling work, stress and sacrifice. Imagine sleepness nights and tedious prolonged mornings. Imagine procrastination and panic. Imagine self-doubt and nervous breakdowns.
Imagine a roller coaster of elation and depression; of eagerness and desperation; of adrenaline and exhaustion.
Imagine 'Imagine Day' as yesterday; as a memory, four years in the making, elapsed overnight. Imagine CSP. Imagine biochemistry. Imagine microbiology. Imagine BIOL 140 and organic chemistry. Imagine MICB 324.
Imagine UBC orientations. Imagine SUS. Imagine BOOt camp; BOO buddies. Imagine Science Week and Science Grad. Imagine Block Party. Imagine SUS Social. Imagine Frosh. Imagine convocation.
Imagine the best of times. Imagine the worst of times. Imagine weddings and funerals. Imagine comedy and tragedy.
Imagine disappointment. Imagine suffering. Imagine sickness; death; suicide. Imagine hopelessness and helplessness. Imagine frustration.
Imagine resilience. Imagine persistence and stubbornness. Imagine refusal. Imagine confidence.
Imagine support; friends; anchors. Imagine bests.
Imagine birthdays and holidays. Imagine burning software. Imagine Anton's. Imagine the Grind. Imagine 'GLLLLL'. Imagine DIP.
Imagine four years. Four unkept resolutions. Four missed birthdays. Forty eight caffiene/sugar overdoses. Forty-eight nervous breakdowns. Two hundred and eight 5AM weekend study sessions. Two hundred and eight Friday nights spent in rather than out. One thousand four hundred and sixty panic attacks. Thirty five thousand and forty greying hair follicles. Two million, one hundred and two thousand, four hundred waking moments asleep, spent adrift. Twelve million, six hundred and fourteen thousand drops of ink, tears, sweat and blood.
Imagine four years of preparing. Imagine four years of journeying. Imagine four years of toiling. Imagine four years of waiting.
Imagine this, all this, just to get to the starting point. Imagine the base of Everest. Imagine VFMP.
And imagine that after all this, there's still a mountain to climb.
Race ya' to the top.
Imagine four years of preparation; of gruelling work, stress and sacrifice. Imagine sleepness nights and tedious prolonged mornings. Imagine procrastination and panic. Imagine self-doubt and nervous breakdowns.
Imagine a roller coaster of elation and depression; of eagerness and desperation; of adrenaline and exhaustion.
Imagine 'Imagine Day' as yesterday; as a memory, four years in the making, elapsed overnight. Imagine CSP. Imagine biochemistry. Imagine microbiology. Imagine BIOL 140 and organic chemistry. Imagine MICB 324.
Imagine UBC orientations. Imagine SUS. Imagine BOOt camp; BOO buddies. Imagine Science Week and Science Grad. Imagine Block Party. Imagine SUS Social. Imagine Frosh. Imagine convocation.
Imagine the best of times. Imagine the worst of times. Imagine weddings and funerals. Imagine comedy and tragedy.
Imagine disappointment. Imagine suffering. Imagine sickness; death; suicide. Imagine hopelessness and helplessness. Imagine frustration.
Imagine resilience. Imagine persistence and stubbornness. Imagine refusal. Imagine confidence.
Imagine support; friends; anchors. Imagine bests.
Imagine birthdays and holidays. Imagine burning software. Imagine Anton's. Imagine the Grind. Imagine 'GLLLLL'. Imagine DIP.
Imagine four years. Four unkept resolutions. Four missed birthdays. Forty eight caffiene/sugar overdoses. Forty-eight nervous breakdowns. Two hundred and eight 5AM weekend study sessions. Two hundred and eight Friday nights spent in rather than out. One thousand four hundred and sixty panic attacks. Thirty five thousand and forty greying hair follicles. Two million, one hundred and two thousand, four hundred waking moments asleep, spent adrift. Twelve million, six hundred and fourteen thousand drops of ink, tears, sweat and blood.
Imagine four years of preparing. Imagine four years of journeying. Imagine four years of toiling. Imagine four years of waiting.
Imagine this, all this, just to get to the starting point. Imagine the base of Everest. Imagine VFMP.
And imagine that after all this, there's still a mountain to climb.
Race ya' to the top.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
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What's a day when it all ends up the same, and lasts forever?
So yesterday I woke up nervously early. I couldn't really sleep at all, so I was dead tired and pretty cranky. Like I always say, I'm like a toddler - I need my 10 hours of sleep. Anyways, so I dragged myself out of bed, put on a blue shirt, made sure I had everything in my bag, and went to catch the bus.
The transit system sucks in this city. A bus passed by my stop without stopping, filled to the brim with tired bodies mashed together to form a weird mosaic of my intellectual peers. A second bus passed, and then a third and a fourth, all filled to uncomfortable and unhealthy limits.
I was totally going to be late. I hate being late. I called up a parent, and got driven to school, laughing inwardly at those poor suckers still stuck at the bus stop.
So on arrival at UBC, I walked to Koerner, looking for Ohm amidst a huge crowd of blue. I got lost when I realized that Ohm was nowhere near Koerner. While all the other students got to enjoy that nice open area in front of Koerner, I was stuck meeting at that gross, dusty gravel trail in front of Hennings, developing the black lung as I breathed in the nice scent of ongoing construction at the Chemistry building nearby. Karma for getting a ride to school, I guess.
The next few hours were pretty dull. I nearly fell asleep (what's new?) at the Chan Centre, listening to those people drone on and on. The juggling dude was pretty cool though. Then came a lot of walking, with everything really going in a bit of a blur. My obsessive-compulsive side started to get into a bit of a panic about finding my way around - as all my friends will attest, I am incredibly awful at finding directions.
Then came more talks at Klinck. Unsurprisingly, almost fell asleep again.
The rest of the day went pretty fast. The crowd at War Memorial gym was pretty crazy, but I kind of got lost in the noise, and really couldn't absorb much of what went on. A bunch of people had speeches prepared. Some guy in a flamboyantly pink shirt went and made a speech. Nice.
By the time I had gotten out of there, I was dead. I needed to get home and sleep. But I also wanted to nab some free stuff before I left campus, so I walked back to Koerner and spent the next hour loading up on free giveaways. After that, I wanted to get home SO badly, but one of my best friends called and asked for me to wait for her. Being the awesomely good friend that I am, I waited another hour until she found me at the SUB, half-delirious from exhaustion. Aaaaaaannnd then we waited an hour in line for the 480 home. We really do need a new transit system.
Finally, at 5pm, I got home and passed out. Woke up this morning at 8AM.
Yesterday was my very first day at UBC.
It's weird how you can go to sleep one night, and wake up four years older. Yesterday doesn't even seem that long ago.
Funny how that happens.
So yesterday I woke up nervously early. I couldn't really sleep at all, so I was dead tired and pretty cranky. Like I always say, I'm like a toddler - I need my 10 hours of sleep. Anyways, so I dragged myself out of bed, put on a blue shirt, made sure I had everything in my bag, and went to catch the bus.
The transit system sucks in this city. A bus passed by my stop without stopping, filled to the brim with tired bodies mashed together to form a weird mosaic of my intellectual peers. A second bus passed, and then a third and a fourth, all filled to uncomfortable and unhealthy limits.
I was totally going to be late. I hate being late. I called up a parent, and got driven to school, laughing inwardly at those poor suckers still stuck at the bus stop.
So on arrival at UBC, I walked to Koerner, looking for Ohm amidst a huge crowd of blue. I got lost when I realized that Ohm was nowhere near Koerner. While all the other students got to enjoy that nice open area in front of Koerner, I was stuck meeting at that gross, dusty gravel trail in front of Hennings, developing the black lung as I breathed in the nice scent of ongoing construction at the Chemistry building nearby. Karma for getting a ride to school, I guess.
The next few hours were pretty dull. I nearly fell asleep (what's new?) at the Chan Centre, listening to those people drone on and on. The juggling dude was pretty cool though. Then came a lot of walking, with everything really going in a bit of a blur. My obsessive-compulsive side started to get into a bit of a panic about finding my way around - as all my friends will attest, I am incredibly awful at finding directions.
Then came more talks at Klinck. Unsurprisingly, almost fell asleep again.
The rest of the day went pretty fast. The crowd at War Memorial gym was pretty crazy, but I kind of got lost in the noise, and really couldn't absorb much of what went on. A bunch of people had speeches prepared. Some guy in a flamboyantly pink shirt went and made a speech. Nice.
By the time I had gotten out of there, I was dead. I needed to get home and sleep. But I also wanted to nab some free stuff before I left campus, so I walked back to Koerner and spent the next hour loading up on free giveaways. After that, I wanted to get home SO badly, but one of my best friends called and asked for me to wait for her. Being the awesomely good friend that I am, I waited another hour until she found me at the SUB, half-delirious from exhaustion. Aaaaaaannnd then we waited an hour in line for the 480 home. We really do need a new transit system.
Finally, at 5pm, I got home and passed out. Woke up this morning at 8AM.
Yesterday was my very first day at UBC.
It's weird how you can go to sleep one night, and wake up four years older. Yesterday doesn't even seem that long ago.
Funny how that happens.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Rambling rhapsody musing
Winter city dreams next week. Unsure if I should be feeling excitement. Hurm.
It's a surprisingly tough decision picking between sleep or studying. Fairly certain I chose poorly this past week.
I've got the mic, you've got the mosh pit. OLP>MT. Stupid LGs.
I are the winnarz.
Even Manitobans call it Winterpeg. They should call it boringpeg. And no, that's not a typo. It's so boring, it doesn't warrant a capital letter.
Watched New Moon on the flight back from boringpeg. It made me feel dirty. Sullied and unusual.
The Circle of Life is complete. Lion King is coming to Vancouver. Friend! suggested to find and bring "a hot girl with big boobs".
Gold. Suck it.
It's a surprisingly tough decision picking between sleep or studying. Fairly certain I chose poorly this past week.
I've got the mic, you've got the mosh pit. OLP>MT. Stupid LGs.
I are the winnarz.
Even Manitobans call it Winterpeg. They should call it boringpeg. And no, that's not a typo. It's so boring, it doesn't warrant a capital letter.
Watched New Moon on the flight back from boringpeg. It made me feel dirty. Sullied and unusual.
The Circle of Life is complete. Lion King is coming to Vancouver. Friend! suggested to find and bring "a hot girl with big boobs".
Gold. Suck it.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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