My old introverted self would be very proud if he saw me now.
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Drinking alcohol hurts our ability to detect asymmetrical faces.
Symmetry is an important aspect of what makes a face attractive.
Men appear to be less prone to losing this ability than women when drinking.
King and Parliament.
You have claws for a face.
Lattes, lasagna, lemon square.
Lingered for lavender.
Accessorized and functional prices.
Diseased glass beads.
Walk under the katana umbrella!
Amorphous plushies and legs.
Laboratories void of oompa loompas.
Minty strawberry vs. nutty pistachio.
Earring shortlist success.
You still have claws for a face.
Walk it off for spaghetti.
Potpourri and Guinness.
Tiffany lamps and TTC.
“Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.”
— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore) via kari-shma
I’m uncertain whether to look back on the past four months with embrace or disdain. The lows were tragically low, but the highs were orbitally high. I wish I could say that they both would more or less cancel out with the highs in favor, but it’s probably easier for me to selectively pluck out the less pleasant moments. At any rate, the term is over, and I can finally turn off my alarm clock, stop abusing coffee, and care less about engineering judgement.
This is now my fourth night in Waterloo since my last exam and I’m still struggling to find any kind of closure. Honestly, the term went by quicker than greased lightning. Despite the ridiculous work load and crazy all-nighters, I learnt a few things.
I learnt that:
- hydraulics destroys the wonder of nature and I will never look upon a waterfall the same way again.
- friendship is not unconditional and that good timing is important for sharing a bit of honesty.
- audio repetition and photographic memory of the blackboard is my best bet for a higher grade.
- over thinking doesn’t mean critical thinking.
- building confidence doesn’t always mean taking on the hardest challenges.
- expecting sympathy for my own sulky attitude is pathetic.
- other people are fighting tough battles too and it’s easy to forget to ask if something is wrong.
- it’s all about the solid colours and v-necks.
- learning the material as opposed to rushing for completeness is better in the long run.
- being blunt is totally different than being direct.
- i just need to go at my own pace.
I enjoyed myself immensely during the past few days in post-exam celebrations. Wings night was fantastic, so was being labelled as ‘impotent’ by a boxing arcade machine. Mario Kart beer chugging before each race was quite amusing as well. As for the Perseid meteor shower, I got more mosquito bites than the number of flaming space rock witnessed across the sky, but it was still worth it. Can’t go wrong with a quiet movie and white wine either.
Okay! I have one week until I arrive in Denmark. Mit luftpudefartøj er fyldt med ål
I can’t make any lame nerdy jokes about going into my last exam on physical hydrogeology because I don’t know the definitions well enough…
Wait for it.
I wouldn’t mind being an orangutan.
My actual age is closing in on my mental age. I don’t want inverse maturity.