It’s been a really long time since I’ve had to wake up at 7 AM. I used to do so every day during high school, but since university started, I’ve been waking up at all hours of the day except for 7 AM. My schedule never demanded it, and so it never happened.

However, I have an early class on Mondays this semester that demands that I wake up at 7 AM or else be late. While I probably won’t be enjoying eating breakfast before sunrise in the coming weeks because it will eventually lose its novelty, nostalgia currently telling me that it’s great to have your alarm clock send shockwaves through you at seven in the morning.

So, please excuse me as I must go pack my stuff and get ready for class!

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After sulking through a green Christmas and an abnormally warm New Year’s Eve, we finally received real snow this past Friday evening. By real snow, I mean, “snow that doesn’t melt as soon as it comes in contact with asphalt.” In fact, we had what looked like a good foot of snow.

By Saturday afternoon, I could not resist; I donned my clunky snow boots and went outside for a walk.

What surprised me was all the snow that was left untouched. Perhaps it’s because I grew up in an age where Internet and video games were too costly or not as widespread, but when I was a kid, if you went out to play in the afternoon after a snowstorm last night, there would no longer be any fresh snow for you to play in. This was especially true during the weekends, when kids would literally just wake up, eat breakfast, and run outside to frolick in the snow. I was and still am a night owl at heart, so by the time I got outside, I had a hard time to find a perfect canvas of snow to make snow angels in.

Not yesterday though. There were plains and plains of marshmallowy snow everywhere, and while I was decidedly hesitant about plopping down and rolling around in it, I had no qualms about trampling all of it. I’m pretty sure I got weird stares when I was walking in the untouched snow drifts on either side of the cleanly shovelled and salted sidewalks, but hey, they should be thankful; I’m clearing snow for people who feel like jaywalking and those who need to get their snow-buried cars!

I have not had chocolate candy bars for a long time.

There was a time when I stuffed my face with cookies and Tim Bits (doughnut holes from Canadian coffee shop Tim Hortons, for those who don’t know), but that stopped when I started caring about my health and weight in general.

So when I decided to take a walk down my gustatory memory lane today by enjoying a Coffee Crisp bar, let’s just say I had a knock-out punch from the deathly amount of sugar packed in that 50 gram bar.

A Coffee Crisp chocolate bar. A wafer containing coffee creme surrounded by a thin layer of chocolate. However, I only tasted the sugar.How on earth did I enjoy these things in the past? Really, you can’t taste anything besides the sugar! Sure, there’s that hint of coffee goodness, and a suggestion that there is actually chocolate somewhere in the coating, but the first thing that hit me was the sugar. Halfway through the bar, I didn’t even want to finish it — a shocking statement from someone who loves her chocolate and sweet things so much.

Perhaps I’ve been sensitized to large amounts of sugar since I’ve stopped regularly consuming junk food, or maybe it’s because I’ve grown to like dark chocolate too much to revert to candy bars. In any case, I don’t think I’ll be having another Coffee Crisp (or any candy bar, in fact) for a very long time.

(Image courtesy of candywarehouse.com)

Yay, I got another surprise from WordPress’ Fun Mode!

This time, it was a pop-up headed by “Good Job!” followed by this video:

I’m not sure what that video is of… Perhaps it’s from the 2008 Beijing Olympics? :S That’s the only possibility I can think of right now.

Korean girl group 시크릿 (Secret) just released their new single, “Shy Boy” today! While I like some of their other songs more, “Shy Boy” is nonetheless catchy and seems to have found semi-permanent lodging in my brain already. Perhaps it’s because of the bouncy, 1920s swing-inspired beats?

The MV seems to be a mishmash of a lot of stuff, with nothing really unique tossed in. The choreography is somewhat similar to that of some of their previous singles; the colours and backdrops are reminiscent of 이효리’s (Lee Hyori) “U-Go-Girl” MV; and the story and costumes remind me of the awesome 1978 movie, Grease. (Yes, I admit; I’ve seen that movie several times. I couldn’t help the fact that it was always on TV!) In any case, it’s still fun eye-candy, and it brings back fond memories of “Grease Day”, for those who know what I’m talking about.

I can’t wait until Monday.

My university is teasing me with little things right now that I can probably only get my hands on until next week.

For one, Blackboard (the web application where all our courses are hosted) interestingly shows an announcement regarding an assignment for a half-year course I’m starting this coming semester:

A link to an assignment that I will be getting once my Intro to Social Psych course starts this coming semester...

But when I click on it, I get this lovely message:

...which only gives me this frustrating message. Must wait for probably at least another 5 days (120 hours!) for this mysterious assignment to be revealed to me.

That I have this announcement even though this course hasn’t been added to my Blackboard account yet makes the suspense even worse. I know it’s just an assignment (which I will most likely complain about doing, once classes start), but still. I WANT TO KNOWW. Preferably now.

The other tease is that I have a graded report waiting for me to pick it up on campus…and yet, I won’t be on campus until Monday, so I have to sit out  five more painful, excruciating days of tearing my hair out while wondering how I did on it.

GAH! T__T Must. Distract. Self!

Happy new year, everybody! I hope 2011 goes smoothly and brings greater happiness to all!

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So you may have noticed that I’m finally back after, er, quite a long hiatus. In fact, the site is also back on “Public” after being set to “Private” for a long time. In a nutshell, it was that way because I had been playing with the settings and didn’t change everything back to what they should be. In any case, there weren’t really any updates during that period of time, but I do apologize if the sudden absence of the blog was upsetting. >.<”

I will make no promises about frequent updates for now, but… I shall try. After all, it is time for New Year Resolutions and such, isn’t it?

…I would be there everyday. (Not to eat them, of course. Duh.)

Thanks to lifehacker for introducing me to this deathly cute video.

I’m usually pretty fond of Metro Newspaper — it gives me something to do during my long subway ride home from class. Whether it’s Sudoku or catching up on yesterday’s news, even if it’s not particularly entertaining, having my nose stuck inside a copy of Metro is better than blankly staring at the person sitting opposite from me.

However, the first thing Metro did today was disappoint me, because it slandered the very awesome Monty Python production, Spamalot.

Not intentionally though, I hope. I’m sure they made a reference to the Monty Python production in their article about a Facebook spammer to catch readers’ attention. If anything, it should testify to the great impact of Spamalot. (An aside: Did you know? They now have Spamalot in South Korea too! :D With Super Junior’s Yesung as Sir Galahad!)

From Metro Newspaper (Toronto, October 6, 2010). Why the unrelated reference to Spamalot?But still. It is not polite use a phrase that’s related to a completely different concept in such a negative way. I do not want to hear that my dancing, Spam-eating knights are facing a $1 billion fine for posting penis enlargement ads. Just. No. Please.

Sir Lancelot, stop dancing; it’s time to take the modern press to court.

i suddenly had the craving for a jos louis.
O.o

totally random.

i was taking notes on the “no-crossing branches constraint” for my syntax course, and all of a sudden, i had a faint impression of the taste of a jos louis in my mouth.

(well, actually, not in my mouth. the sensation of taste is experienced in your brain; we just think it’s in our mouth, because it seems logical to us that the sensation would be caused by whatever we just shoved into our oral cavity.

in any case, the fact that i tasted a cream-filled chocolate cake with a hardened  milk chocolate shell without actually having such a delectable concoction in my mouth is proof enough that taste is an illusion by the brain.)

weird.

especially because i haven’t eaten a jos louis in years. (or maybe not especially so. perhaps time has made me miss it unconsciously.)

anyways.
back to the wonderful world of mathematically describing the structure of sentences.

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