Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Xanga
Despite the ability to customize my blog in infinite creative ways, I will switch over to xanga for a while because...
1) I'm not creative.
2) I'm too lazy to "customize" anyway.
3) Time for a change.
http://www.xanga.com/willycheung
PS While you're at it, sign up and leave me some sweet comments. :)
1) I'm not creative.
2) I'm too lazy to "customize" anyway.
3) Time for a change.
http://www.xanga.com/willycheung
PS While you're at it, sign up and leave me some sweet comments. :)
Thursday, September 16, 2004
- 3.5 weeks of crash course/training.
- 3 exams and 1 project.
- First exam in 9 hours with 500 pages to study.
- If I fail, I get fired.
Bummer!
Monday, September 13, 2004
My Place...
...literally became a refugee camp. Albert came up from Carribean on Thursday (and is still here) to avoid Ivan. His return date is yet unknown because the airport on his island is flooded and his dorm roof is probably gone. Bryan and Charlene, on the other hand, came over for two nights to escape school and boredom. They were also kind enough to donate a cookbook to my "cooking library," a book on how to cook PASTA.
Amy was here too, and the cookies she made for me were just...orgasmic. =D
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On a separate note, who wants to buy Enya?? Highest bid gets her!
Amy was here too, and the cookies she made for me were just...orgasmic. =D
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On a separate note, who wants to buy Enya?? Highest bid gets her!
Friday, September 10, 2004
Sunrise
It is 7 in the morning. I hear birds chirping. I sense the sun trying to break through my window. My room is hot, yet terribly cool from the midnight breeze. I am tired, weary, even worried that I had to "wake up" in couple hours to face my lifeless daily routine. I feel breathless laying on my wrinkled pillow. I can't sleep.
I've been sleeping less and less these days, due to a fact that I have one more reason to stay up for. However, even when I do go to bed early, I would wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes even early in the morning, tossing and turning while lost in deep thoughts, almost like I'm dreaming and drifting aloft in thin air. This frightening feeling brings up the memories when I was a kid, waking up in the middle of the night, being scared and lonely sleeping alone in a gloomy room that seemed so big, yet so small at the same time as imminent darkness closing in on me. I would run to my grandma's room back then, sneaking in the bed with her despite her prevalently loud snores. Who do I run to now?
I'm a light sleeper, light as in I get woken up easily. I have always admired people who are able to just sleep whenever that like, however way they want, as if a dead person unaware and just merely don't care about the world around them. Sometimes I want to be just like that -- I want to escape reality, uninterrupted. No more worries, no more stress, no more bills, just my imagination and I. I guess this is why some people love to sleep, so that they can lose themselves in their little dream world.
As I hear these last clicks from under my fingers, I will shut my eyes and dream of sunrise.
I've been sleeping less and less these days, due to a fact that I have one more reason to stay up for. However, even when I do go to bed early, I would wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes even early in the morning, tossing and turning while lost in deep thoughts, almost like I'm dreaming and drifting aloft in thin air. This frightening feeling brings up the memories when I was a kid, waking up in the middle of the night, being scared and lonely sleeping alone in a gloomy room that seemed so big, yet so small at the same time as imminent darkness closing in on me. I would run to my grandma's room back then, sneaking in the bed with her despite her prevalently loud snores. Who do I run to now?
I'm a light sleeper, light as in I get woken up easily. I have always admired people who are able to just sleep whenever that like, however way they want, as if a dead person unaware and just merely don't care about the world around them. Sometimes I want to be just like that -- I want to escape reality, uninterrupted. No more worries, no more stress, no more bills, just my imagination and I. I guess this is why some people love to sleep, so that they can lose themselves in their little dream world.
As I hear these last clicks from under my fingers, I will shut my eyes and dream of sunrise.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
"It's Labor Day!"
This seems to be my excuse this weekend to break every rule and go against the principles and habits I have set for myself.
- Skipping work. Since half of the people in my office were gone, I emailed my boss asking if I can take off early on Friday as well to enjoy the long weekend. Then I was gone. The best part was I did not use any of my vacation days. :)
- Buying random crap. Yes, I haven't bought any articles of clothing for 3 months, UNTIL this weekend. Can't believe I spent $68 on a simple sweater that just prints "US OPEN 04".
- Sleeping at 5am. Last time I slept at 5am was...junior year? Last time I slept at 5am because of non-academic reasons was...beginning of sophmore year?
- Drinking. I did not get drunk. I wasn't even that buzzed. Actually, maybe I was but I just don't remember. Hey, gotta make the best use of the $300 bottle of Absolute.
- Taking showers in the morning. So I like to take shower before I go to bed. I like to be clean when I sleep. But not this weekend -- after being out for more than 20 hours everyday this weekend, I was too tired to realize my filthiness and just passed out on the floor.
A lot of first-times this weekend too.
- Eating lunch with my girlfriend's parents AND my girlfriend's best friend's parents. It was good food and good company!
- Actually having a place to stay in Manhattan.
- Sleeping in a sleeping bag.
- US Open. Though we missed Sharapova, but we witnessed the 150mph serve from Roddick.
- VIP treatment in a lounge/club.
Happy belated Labor Day!
