Wednesday, February 1, 2012
:: Dear Princeton Law School ::
Early-1957, Harvey Wax — a young man hoping to one day become a lawyer — sent an application letter to Princeton University's Law School and crossed his fingers.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
:: Caffeine, anyone? ::
Ughh.
I'm having this pounding headache because I had a cup of coffee this morning. Why, this has never happened before but because I was super late for an appointment, I arrived in a very disorderly manner, all panting and wild-eyed and when I took my seat, the waiter kept shoving the menu at my nose and insisted me to make my order and I ended up ordering a cup of hot coffee. And when he asked how should he served it, I was beyond annoyed and I almost screamed at him and said, BLACK, I'd like to have my coffee black!
But the other party had arrived and I instantly remember that I HAD NEVER HAD MY COFFEE BLACK, what was I thinking??? The conversation went well, it was raining and I choked up a few times and cursed myself, and I counted it was a blessing a didn't splutter my coffee to his face, my what a day!
Anyhow, he invited me to his house, I didn't want to sound impolite if I refused, after all-- it was just a few days after Chinese New Year, so I thought hey, he is customer, so I didn't see why not?
And so we arrived at his home, his family was there, they welcomed me and all, and he invited me to go upstairs where his officetel is located, and he said make yourself at home, and I saw this huuugggeee coffee maker and another thought of coffee was going to make me throw up and thankfully I didn't and he said he used to work as a coffee barista when he was studying and he asked me if I knew at all how to make my own coffee, and in my state of confusing and pounding headache, I said YESSSSSSSS. Bodoh!
And so, I ground the coffee beans and tried very, very hard to concentrate, and whats with all those whirring sound the coffee maker was making, it was a miracle I didn't collapse and didn't shout to him to stop making small talks. I thought I was having just about enough, when I finished the process and I made the coffee successfully while trying to hold back my tears! I served a cup for him, and I watched him take a sip, and soon... very, very slowly he started to CHEWWWWW on the coffee. Oh TUHANNN! He scrunched up his face and kept on chewing, he could've easily passed as munching on cookies! The remnant of the beans must've left in the pottttttttt! He chewed his cofffeee OMG OMG! Hahahahahahahaahahahahahah.
The room started to spin once I started to chew on the coffee as well, I ended up bowinggg to himmmm and saying how sorry I was for making him ate the cofffeeee haahahahahah. I didn't know that I BOWED to him, but he texted me just a few minutes ago, he said he felt like a Japanese YAKUZA when I bowed to him hahahaahahaha.
Anyways.
That was horrid. My head is still having a team of probably 100 drummers that are having a good time of their life, pounding and drumming and crashing my brain off.
Now I shall take my slumber for two days.
This has never happened to me before.
I'm having this pounding headache because I had a cup of coffee this morning. Why, this has never happened before but because I was super late for an appointment, I arrived in a very disorderly manner, all panting and wild-eyed and when I took my seat, the waiter kept shoving the menu at my nose and insisted me to make my order and I ended up ordering a cup of hot coffee. And when he asked how should he served it, I was beyond annoyed and I almost screamed at him and said, BLACK, I'd like to have my coffee black!
But the other party had arrived and I instantly remember that I HAD NEVER HAD MY COFFEE BLACK, what was I thinking??? The conversation went well, it was raining and I choked up a few times and cursed myself, and I counted it was a blessing a didn't splutter my coffee to his face, my what a day!
Anyhow, he invited me to his house, I didn't want to sound impolite if I refused, after all-- it was just a few days after Chinese New Year, so I thought hey, he is customer, so I didn't see why not?
And so we arrived at his home, his family was there, they welcomed me and all, and he invited me to go upstairs where his officetel is located, and he said make yourself at home, and I saw this huuugggeee coffee maker and another thought of coffee was going to make me throw up and thankfully I didn't and he said he used to work as a coffee barista when he was studying and he asked me if I knew at all how to make my own coffee, and in my state of confusing and pounding headache, I said YESSSSSSSS. Bodoh!
And so, I ground the coffee beans and tried very, very hard to concentrate, and whats with all those whirring sound the coffee maker was making, it was a miracle I didn't collapse and didn't shout to him to stop making small talks. I thought I was having just about enough, when I finished the process and I made the coffee successfully while trying to hold back my tears! I served a cup for him, and I watched him take a sip, and soon... very, very slowly he started to CHEWWWWW on the coffee. Oh TUHANNN! He scrunched up his face and kept on chewing, he could've easily passed as munching on cookies! The remnant of the beans must've left in the pottttttttt! He chewed his cofffeee OMG OMG! Hahahahahahahaahahahahahah.
The room started to spin once I started to chew on the coffee as well, I ended up bowinggg to himmmm and saying how sorry I was for making him ate the cofffeeee haahahahahah. I didn't know that I BOWED to him, but he texted me just a few minutes ago, he said he felt like a Japanese YAKUZA when I bowed to him hahahaahahaha.
Anyways.
That was horrid. My head is still having a team of probably 100 drummers that are having a good time of their life, pounding and drumming and crashing my brain off.
Now I shall take my slumber for two days.
This has never happened to me before.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
:: The Ides of March ::
The acting was good, the plot line suffered tremendously. Evan Rachel Woods’s promiscious character throwing a wench ...excuse me wrench into the plot was so farfetched. I found the forwardness of her character to be quite comical. It lacked pathos for the characters and I found myself not really caring for any of them.
It seemed to me that they wanted the viewer to get emotionally involved with people we hardly knew anything about. Ryan Goslings character is talked up to be this great campaign manager and we don’t see any of that, therefore when he lost his job (only to get it back again thru bribery, as a true politician would) ,I could really have cared less because they never showcased any of his characters talents. Boo-hoo. I know, I know, politics are full of underlying corrupt ordeals and personalized conquests, thanks for once again making that clear. I hate the idea of me writing about the politics. That is why I have never written anything about it regardless what. I could've been so vocal about this, but I chose not to. This issue is so sensitive it irks me up that however I'm saying it; it never gonna satisfies everybody's stands on this.
So here is my take.
In politics, kindness can get you "killed". Once you are inside it; you get addicted. Either it becomes an enlightenment for you or you end up being so jaded there's nothing you can do to wash away that blackened soul of yours. Unless you repent and quit politics altogether; or you really use it for a good cause. This is Baizura's take on politics. Not to say I dislike it per-se; but I'd rather watch it from afar. Yes, there's nothing wrong in stamping your stand; but somehow most people seem to forget about being neutral in sharing opinions that they end up being so silly, it disgusts me.
My saying is, politics are for the people; by the people. You are preparing yourself to/and ready to "die" for the people rather than trying to keep "alive" for the people. You ged what-im-sayin huh?
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