Last/First Day of Exam

Woke up with a mild headache. It's been hammering my brain for days. The runny nose and itchy throat are there as well.

The exam is today, and I hardly studied for it. Some may ask, "what do you study? It's grammar. How can you study for that?" Well, you can, and it's pretty useless knowledge. Who needs to know what a copular is? We use it everyday, and we should be happy that we're ignorant. At least concerning grammar anyway. Then again, there are those who don't speak properly and need to relearn their own language. I'm not one of those, because I wasn't born here and English isn't my first language. Anyway, back to the exam. It's in two parts: tree diagram of a sentence *shudders* and essay on one part of speech *shudders more*

Heh

This is kinda funny.

New DA (dope artist) on dA

Enjoy!

Everything sucks.

@ York

10:43 PM
I was being an idiot, so now I have to write my blog entry on Microsoft Word. I was wasting time, not doing my homework, so God gave me a big nudge. He destroyed my laptop’s operating system. Now I’m forced to use my desktop. I knew I kept it for a good reason. But, thanks, God, for giving me a wake-up call.

Stop Wasting Food!

Everyone wastes food, even when you eat everything on your plate (like Casey. What a beast! Heh heh). Everyone has those down moments when they want to do what they want, and not what God wants. When we do what we want instead of what we ought do, we are wasting food. God did not give us life, shelter, clothing, family/friends, and food so we can do whatever pleases us. We're not here to be pampered. We're here to do God's work, and when we don't, we waste His blessings.

You get my point. Don't waste food!

enjoy, or whatever

Clicky clicky.

Carpe diem: Seize the carp; die!

Okay, maybe not carp. More like trout. I was asked to gut a fish today. First time I did it myself, and it was a triple order. Three trouts to kill for a beginner is quite the task. One of the meat guys taught me how to gut a fish, and I remembered each step. But when it came to application, I fell short.

First, I pulled the fish out of the water slowly, so it thrashed about while it was halfway immersed in the tank, splashing the customers with possibly filthy water. Yum.

I dumped the three fishies in a sink, and grabbed the first one. Took me a few tries with a chain mesh glove, but I finally picked one up. The way to deliver a quick death is to stick your finger through its gills to the other side and snap the neck backwards. I stuck my finger in all right, but I didn't pull hard enough. What ended up happening was I made it bleed profusely, squirting blood on the other fishies in the sink. Oh, cruel Jerry! I tried to bend its neck back, but it just wouldn't bend. I just made it squirt more blood.

Moments later, it finally stopped moving, so I plopped it onto the cutting board. With a firm grip, I held it flat on the board and scraped its scales off. It's alive! It thrashed out of my grip, spraying blood on the white walls of the seafood department. Oooh, pretty red dots. Gross. I repeated the previous step, and made it bleed some more. In my head I was thinking, "for your own sake, just die!" But it was a fighter, and it refused to obey my unspoken request. It sprayed blood all over the place. I had fish fluids on my glasses, in my hair, blood on my arms, everywhere. Nasty. I wasn't disgusted or on the verge of throwing up. I was feeling sorry for my victim. It was torture, and nothing less.

I couldn't grip it firm enough to slice it open, so I did what any newcomer would do: I paged for back-up on the p.a. Help arrived moments later, and deftly slayed the sea monsters.

It was a long day. Zee end.

Father Has Great Plans for Me

So it turns out he has big plans for me. To revolutionize China, to bring justice to the nation, be a part of the government and change the people's views, to educate them so they wouldn't poison everything and kill each other off. Very big plans indeed. Oh, I'm not talking about God, by the way. Or maybe it's His way of telling me to go to China?

So far so unspectacular

Life's been tiring. Always something to do academically. Workload is getting heavy, and I hope I have the strength and endurance for it. I think this is the first year in university, and perhaps in my life that I've had to do research so often. It's not a fun task. That's why I want to do fiction. Everything comes from my head.

I've also been helping people out with their papers. Editing seems to improve my own writing, or at least my ability to analyze and criticize. Please don't send me your papers to edit unless it is absolutely necessary :S

Other than that, work's be fine. Nothing much to report on that. Hope all goes well. I'm a little sick actually. Heal me Lord. Thanks.