i've found a new home. feel free to visit it here.

this past sunday, the pastor gave a sermon on ecclesiastes chapter three, otherwise known as 'turn turn turn' by the byrds. this blog was started more than, er, five years ago, in the august of 2001. at least, that's what the blog says itself. to put that in perspective, i've spent a fifth of my life writing this blog. also, i've written this blog longer than i've been with jamie. i've written this blog for more years than i've been in the high education system. when i first wrote on this blog, the braves were actually good, with maddux, glavine, and smoltz pitching, the falcons were in the dumpster, and the hawks, well, they were always bad. the lakers won their first of their threepeat with jackson, and jordan came out of retirement to play for the hapless wizards, previously known as the bullets.

recently, the reason to write on this blog has far differed than when it was first conceived. a lot of people - fine, not a lot, but at least a good few - wrote on livejournal, and it was used to keep in touch with each other's wacky lives as we were all in different countries. but no one writes anymore. email is more effective to keep in touch with people you want to keep in touch with, and facebook (the disgusting, horrible mess) is more useful to keep in touch with people you don't really want to keep in touch with. also, it's chock full of more retarded groups for people who play world of warcraft.

therefore, more than likely, writing on this blog will cease sometime in the future. but to anyone that is despairing right now (likely none), i am planning to move somewhere else, much like relocation to another state. or country. i just haven't decided where. not that i don't like livejournal and it's services, it's just lost it's original purpose. until then.

i like neat things. seeing objects placed perpendicular and parallel to each other, at a certain spacing makes things a little more tolerable. however, i am also lazy, and possess a high threshold for entropic activity. therefore, it is always a fight to see which side will prevail, the side that likes things in the right place, or the side that lets things grow legs, run rampant, and lose themselves in the midst of envelopes. ultimately, there is no winner, but only a cycle that repeats itself over and over again - tidiness, followed by untidiness. today was the best president's day ever! jamie went to school with me, we went to class (in which she become bored after forty five minutes), ate breadsticks from pizza hut, went to branes and noble's @ georgia tech to look at random tech memorabilia, went to the library to use computers, went to eat's to have dinner, went to the CRC to wait in line to use the courts (me)/go swimming (her), and generally saunter around campus like a couple, something that i had not done since 2003. thanks baby for making today the most excellent it could be. tomorrow: back to reality - receiving results from failed midterms.

finally, today is over. and by today, i mean today i had a homework due that took more than twelve hours to finish - by twelve i mean twelve hours of really staring at the screen and working on equations twelve hours, not twelve surfing-on-internet twelve hours - and two midterms. two! on the same day! ONE AFTER ANOTHER!

and to celebrate, i will wake up at 4 am to give my housemate a ride to the airport. gee jolly.

at least i spent valentine's day STUDYING. and NOT WATCHING LOST. whoopie.

really? steve nash? an MVP for the third year? in a row? everytime i see an article about nash i want to cringe. he is clearly a beneficiary of a good team with a system that suits him. last year, clearly dwayne wade was the MVP, because when the heat was without him this season, they stunk the poophole. but nash... when you have guys that just run up and down the court that well like stoudamire and marion, and when you have boris diaw and leandro barbosa coming off the bench who would be starters in most other teams... any short white canadian can distribute them the damn ball. john stockton did it better and he never won any MVP awards. and he did it with so much less! talk about rewarding minorities... i understand not that many canadians play pro basketball, but still, nash for MVP for a third year will make me stop watching the nba. even more so than i do now. give it to some deserving black kid, like lebron.

24 last night wasn't all the dynamite that it was made out to be, although next week promises two (2) full hours of ACTION! with jack bauer actually killing people! jack bauer is a one man army, ranking slightly behind ashley williams (aka bruce campbell) from the evil dead. even though jack bauer does not care about jack bauer's siblings, i think jack bauer will find it hard to fight with a man who has a chainsaw surgically attached to his arm.

why is the damn a/c on in the student center lab when it's 25 degrees outside? my fingers are cold.

question: are high heels really that hard to wear? then again, considering that guys are not the more coordinated of the two sexes, i wouldn't venture a try. don't believe my last statement? anytime i go to a club, i observe the ways guys dance, and i always have an urge to make them quadruple amputees.

i have a confession. i become positively annoyed every time i see people walk out of the toilet after they use the urinal, and they do not wash their hands. i would like to go up to them, give them a tap on the shoulder, and say, 'sir, do you mind washing your hands after you pee? all those microbes that were on your penis are now on your hands, and you will now spread them to millions upon millions of unsuspecting humans, eventually killing them. do you want that on your conscience?' and them give him a swift kick in the balls.

a sure sign that you are reaching 'that age' is when everyone around you is getting married. and by getting married, i mean getting married with the opposite sex, reciting vows, creating in-laws, meeting people you didn't know existed but somehow managed to show up at your wedding, and eating cake. another sure sign, which is more obvious, is when your girlfriend is requested to be the frackin' maid of honour at said girlfriend friend's wedding. more signs: shopping for a dress that would be suitable for a maid of honour to wear.

recently we have begun to play hearts. yes, the hearts that is found in the 'games' folder in the start menu. unlike solitaire, freecell, or even spider solitaire, hearts can be quite challenging at times... to the extent a simple card game found in windows can be challenging. the win rate is still quite low, but over time, maybe, we will successfully stuff the queen of spades to the computer every single time. added entertainment value: renaming the AI into names of your friends and watching them lose. minus entertainment: when you lose, you can imagine them smirking.

the temperature dips into the teens at the end of january, one has to wonder: do dogs feel cold? do they need to shiver as they pee, much like guys do? or in fact, does it matter at all, since they are supremely happy when food is dangled before their eyes.





when the sun is out, the colours are prettier.



lately, we have done but a few things: paintball (which jeffrey proclaimed 'violent' - so now i proclaim that he is a sissy), had dinner with another friend who has a birthday, and watched little miss sunshine, which everyone should watch. i seem to know a lot of people who have birthdays in january - three from KGV, my mum, jamie, and 2 more here in atlanta. i guess the spring months do instill the spirit of humping rabbits into people.

little miss sunshine was great. much better than bandidas, and better than the surprising good cars. steve carell is hilarious as always, and the story is quirky yet lovable enough that it manages to make all the characters very likable - even the extremely annoying greg kinnear, who always plays annoying roles. not often that oscar movies are this enjoyable. hopefully, when babel comes out next month it will be worth watching. unlike the departed, which was a pile of dung.

i find it hard to believe that jamie has not watched the shawshank redemption, one of the best moves ever made. we will be watching it this weekend.

spoiler alerts? we don't need no stinkin' spoiler alerts! telly is made to be watched when it's on the damn telly.

as the weather finally starts to get colder in the middle of january, i am constantly lamenting the lack of warmth that should steadily be transferring its way into my very cold feet. socks provide little way of deterence for the conduction of cold, which actually impossible, but makes for nice alliteration. parkas, cold weather jackets (are there any other kind of jackets?), scarves, the whole arsenal is unleashed against the chill, yet they all fail miserably in defending my weak, weak, flesh and bone. then again, i shouldn't be complaining, since in texas they were given two snows days. texas! snow days! no school! to all the global warmists, i say, shove it. snow in texas.

even know it has been a rather mild winter, as a tropical boy at heart, i long for the christmases where i can saunter along in the streets donning a t-shirt and jeans. maybe a jacket (a non-cold weather one) just to satisfy the nagging voice of the mother.

who says i like to procrastinate? i do, in fact. but whenever i started and delve deep into the partial differential equations, the matrices and the code, i can be a one-man wrecking crew. food? not needed. toilet breaks? thoust will ist feeeeeble! water? no thank you, leave it for the preppy boys who like it with lime. there is some diabolical will that drives me to ignore the surroundings and forces me to concentrate. fortunately for all of us, that happens infrequently. more frequent than PMS, but less frequent than the six o'clock news.

in my mind, the best way to prove things are equal is not solving it analytically, but to punch numbers into excel and see if they come out the same. what, is cos(n*pi*(y-L)/L) really equal to (-1)^n*(cos(n*pi*y/L))? sure, i did use the trigonometric identities to reduce it, but i am never be too certain. however, numbers never lie. spreadsheets are like a safety blanket for engineers. when an engineer can't sleep at night, they wake up, punch some numbers into excel, work out some mundane calculations, and sudddenly the world is all better again.

another week, another weekend. there are no week-beginnings, but i suppose, weeks are like shoes laces. you only have the ends... but that means that weekdays are sandwiched between two weekends (which they are, i know, quite shocking), but it is hard to tell when one weekend starts and the other ends. of course, this is meaningless blabble.

24 manages to get more shocking every week. last week, nuclear explosion, in LA? and all the balding man could do was tell 'NO!'. this week, greg the even-balder ugly bad guy who was the head of the secret cabal secretly controlling president weasel is jack bauer's brother? then again, if my brother was an evil mastermind, i'd punch his lights out, tie him to a chair and put a plastic bag over his head. just give me an excuse. any excuse. next, jack had secret tryst with brother's hot wife? is brother's son actually his own? plenty of motivation for balding ugly bad guy brother to kill his own brother.

from now on, monday at 9/8c will be known as the 'BAUER POWER HOUR'.

a break from work.

it is freezing outside, as temperatures are dropping to the low 30's-mid 20's. the happiness that had sprung from the surprise mild weather has now been completely demolished. warm blankets are a haven of luxury only to be found for a few hours a night.

curtis manning, dead? killer, jack bauer? someone is going to pay, in fake arabic accents.