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07 January 2012 @ 10:10 pm
Whoa, it's 2012 suddenly. Last year was long but fast.

Last I used this was June 2011. Pretty awful, isn't it?

Last semester is rolling by quickly, but my professors haven't showed up for class yet. Two months into the semester, too. I've met one once, another twice, and the last never at all.

Game is moving to Dreamwidth. Should I move my personal journal? Somewhat lazy. Crosspost, then? I prefer not to. Import? But then... Uuugh but Livejournal is a bag of dicks.

BBC Sherlock and Sherlock Holmes movie on the same day, life is good.

Currently on the sixth book of the Kydd Series by Julian Stockwin. Nautical fiction as usual.
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28 June 2011 @ 09:44 pm
From Post Captain, book 2 of Aubrey-Maturin. Jack and Stephen in a cottage outside of London, after their ship gets assaulted by French privateers between France and England. Jack (six feet tall, 240 pounds) comes home, despairs of Stephen's mess, and does domestic things to Stephen's regret.

In Jack's opinion Stephen was little better than a slut:Collapse )
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20 June 2011 @ 11:26 pm
This tracking thing isn't really working out, so I think I'll go untrack people. I miss my icons, though.

On the other hand, funny how people will sometimes use what you give them against you.

Back to 5AM tomorrow.

P.S. It's all right to be scared.
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15 June 2011 @ 07:21 pm
I've been waking up at 5am every day to not be late for work. Ever since school started in the country, my dad, whom I usually hitch a ride to the train station with, has been leaving the house at 5:45am to get my idiot brother to school at 7am. Hitching a ride with my mother, who leaves at 7:30am, is harrowing because I am always late, so leave at 5:45am it is.

By 6:30am, I am at work. By 9am, I am hungry again. By 11:30am, I need a nap. By 4:30pm, my brain is absolutely shattered and I have to stop working or something. My work ends at 5pm the earliest -- anything I do before 8am and after 6pm is unpaid. On the other hand, I've been getting home early because I go on my own.

Stamina, stamina, must build stamina.

Grad studies starting again on Saturday, not looking forward to it. Horrible professors this turn. Five subjects to go and it's comprehensive exams for me, and then yay graduation again. Not that I ever attended my other graduation.
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08 June 2011 @ 11:33 pm
Didn't leave me a lot of options for icons, did it... But at least it still tracks things.

Excerpt from Aubrey-Maturin Book 1: Master and Commander


[Stephen Maturin, espying the sloop-of-war Sophie from the window of his mountainside abode, his feet in a basin of water and writing a diary.]

Now a boat was putting off from the Sophie, and in his glass he saw the coxswain nursing Jack's fiddle-case with stiff, conscious dignity. He leant back, took one foot out of the water - tepid now - and gazed at it for a while, musing upon the comparative anatomy of the lower members in the higher mammals - in horses - in apes - in the Pongo of the African travellers, or M. de Buffon's Jocko sportive and gregarious in youth, sullen, morose and withdrawn in age. Which was the true state of the Pongo? 'Who am I,' he thought, 'to affirm that the gay young ape is not merely the chrysalis, as it were, the pupa of the grim old solitary? That the second state is not the natural inevitable culmination -the Pongo's true condition, alas?'

'I was contemplating on the Pongo,' he said aloud as the door opened and Jack walked in with a look of eager expectation, carrying a roll of music.

'I am sure you were,' cried Jack. 'A damned creditable thing to be contemplating on, too. Now be a good fellow and take your other foot out of that basin - why on earth did you put it in? - and pull on your stockings, I beg. We have not a moment to lose. No, not blue stockings: we are going on to Mrs Harte's party - to her rout.'

'Must I put on silk stockings?'

'Certainly you must put on silk stockings. And do show a leg, my dear chap: we shall be late, without you spread a little more canvas.'

'You are always in such a hurry,' said Stephen peevishly, groping among his possessions. A Montpellier snake glided out with a dry rustling sound and traversed the room in a series of extraordinarily elegant curves, its head held up some eighteen inches above the ground.

'Oh, oh, oh,' cried Jack, leaping on to a chair. 'A snake!'

'Will these do?' asked Stephen. 'They have a hole in them.'

'Is it poisonous?'

'Extremely so. I dare say it will attack you, directly. I have very little doubt of it. Was I to put the silk stockings over my worsted stockings, sure the hole would not show:

but then, I should stifle with heat. Do not you find it uncommonly hot?'

'Oh, it must be two fathoms long. Tell me, is it really poisonous? On your oath now?'

'If you thrust your hand down its throat as far as its back teeth you may meet a little venom; but not otherwise. Malpolon monspessulanus is a very innocent serpent. I think of carrying a dozen aboard, for the rats - ah, if only I had more time, and if it were not for this foolish, illiberal persecution of reptiles... What a pitiful figure you do cut upon that chair, to be sure. Barney, Barney, buck or doe, Has kept me out of Channel Row,' he sang to the serpent; and, deaf as an adder though it was, it looked happily into his face while he carried it away.
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02 June 2011 @ 11:54 pm
-- where did half the year go?

1. Suddenly, it's June again, semester is starting in a couple of weeks. Not looking forward to it, quite the horrible professors I am getting for both subjects, although I'm arguably better-equipped this time than last semester.

2. Change of work did not happen quite as well as expected, but as long as there is change, am quite satisfied. When, though? When, when, when. I'll give them until June 10.

3. Finished Aubrey-Maturin last February but started from book one again, in the train. So much detail I missed the first time. It will probably take me more than six months to finish it on a second reading. Or maybe less, who knows?

4. World War Z -- last chapter to go and I can return the book to izkariote. Note to self, start on The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie, courtesy of flintlock.

5. Also don't forget that you have a copy of The Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Read it.

6. Read Eberron books, too.

*Bookdepository is the best site in the world.

ETA: I got this leaf in Hong Kong, and noticed earlier that it was growing in the plastic. So I borrowed a saucer and finally put it out. Who knows, maybe it will be a beautiful leaf thing.
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03 February 2011 @ 10:25 pm
So I told myself at the turn of the new year that I'd write on my LJ, but then January came and went (unbelievably fast, like a speedster on mefenamic [I spelled that right!] acid and coffee) and no journal entry. But today is Chinese New Year, where I truly consider 2011 to start (not out of any particular cultural belief, but I do follow the Chinese zodiacs more closely, henceforth I consider the forecasts of that applicable only after today, and it is an excellent forecast!), I thought hey, I shall write something. I have been writing on a small grey moleskin notebook that Lyn gave me for Christmas, so at least the smaller, scattering thoughts are better documented.

The first is that I have become more long-winded. Or something of the sort. In truth I am just sleepy right now, and lazy, and still fresh from a moment of immense relief from a deadline (one of many) pushed to next week. I had thought that February would give me a busy time of it, but looking at my schedule again with all of the adjustments of the past week, I think I might actually survive it with dashing style. Work will be busy soon enough, since this week is the last part of this year's project. School is... always what it is.

The second is that I am now on book nineteen of the Aubrey-Maturin series, having started six months ago, and I am becoming increasingly sad because I only have two and a half books left of the series to read, including the half-finished last book the author managed to write before he died. But then again, it's a slice of life sort of thing, where one book is only divided from another by the sheer physical necessity of cutting starting and ending the pages of a book somewhere; each book flows into each other like chapters, and it's all thousands of scenes pieced together to make up the life of several men, sometimes tossing quite different but astounding details at the reader in a matter of two paragraphs. I have this tendency, when I know that something is coming to an end, to go and dig up anything else related to it that I can read. So now I am turning to his other books, recipe books, reference books, the movie, possibly actual boat rides, online articles of the Royal navy, maybe even fic later if they exist, to extend the pleasure. Somewhat of an expensive enterprise, but I am rarely this excited about something, so I guess maybe it's all right.

The third is that I seem to have recovered from this general... malaise. Stress. I don't know. That I'd been suffering from in the entirety of 2010. Sure I'm still sadly irascible, but all in all, I feel pretty normal again. As a matter of fact, it really is so much easier to deal with operational stress than any other stress, and leaving aside other forms of stress is like opening a window after a year of sitting about in stagnant air. But I had better get off my ass and stop being so languid, because complaisance is the easiest way to laziness, of which I already have plenty.

Fourth, I think I have also become a more private, intolerant person. Does it come with age? Or a developed lack of care for other people and their bullshit? Or just a temporary defense mechanism for said bullshit, said and done, coupled with never having time for anything doesn't technically classify as work?

-- Actually, I do not know where I am going with this entry anymore, having taken too much time to write it and getting distracted left and right. Very roughly: I am pleased with this upcoming year and wished to express it. After all, year of the rabbit rarely comes.
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07 October 2010 @ 09:26 pm
1. I have lately been caught up in ebooks. lonelybusiness introduced me to the wonder that is Mobipocket, and though the converter by Calibre sometimes skips lines from .lit, it serves very, very well. Last week I read Demon's Covenant by Sarah Rees Brennan (I still can't decide if I like or loathe Mae), and the sixth of Temeraire by Naomi Novik (the new dragon is adorable). I will buy the actual books in Hong Kong because the Philippine bookstores are always so ridiculously late.

Right now, I am going through the second book of the Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O'Brian. I am pretty sure it was keycchou who recommended it -- I came to possess six of the books about three or four weeks ago, in a booksale at work, and fortunately it had the first book. Now I am tiding myself on ebooks until I can own the rest. It's a brilliant series, and I get overly excited of the naval battles. Nautical fiction is lovely.

I have to say, having ebooks at my disposal to read on my phone has made my working hours pass by more easily. When I get tired or sleepy, I whip out whatever I am reading and work through a few pages and feel right as rain again. It is only in reading, I think, that my mind gets absorbed enough that it actually stops thinking or multitasking various thoughts, hence the only way that my brain can rest outside of sleeping.

(At any rate, it is easier to read on the phone at work without catching attention to myself. Walking while holding a book to my nose is harder to pull off, whereas cellphones here are so common that plenty of people have two on their person at all times.)

2. As for school, I am off except for an exam soon and another paper for economics due. I shall start work on the latter on Sunday, I swear. Grades are good, exhausted after a semester of three subjects, so next semester I am back to two.

3. But I would be a liar if I said that work and school were all I am up to. Much of whatever free time I've been able to muster have been spent manning soul_campaign, which is tiring in of itself. I do sometimes marvel at how far it's gone since I first joined it, and then consider when exactly I can retire from modding it. It's a wretched feeling, being so tired all the time from work and stuff and not having the energy to deal with what is supposed to be an enjoyable hobby.

4. I am very much looking forward to Hong Kong in November with kye_kestrel. First, I must get through October. It's been a year since my dad's brain surgery -- should bully him to go back to the doctor for a check, I think. He's light as rain if a little less with the vices, which is a good thing.
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12 August 2010 @ 10:24 pm
How could I have spent the past few years of my life reading and spelling mefenamic acid as mefanamic acid when I used to drink it all the time.

I has a sad. A BIG SADNESS.