Can protein powder substitute real food? It appears possible. My room mate lives off it, and I just saw a homeless person get off at Main and Hastings with two big buckets of the stuff.
The bus ride tonight felt very awkward. Looking at the mentally ill person on the wheelchair, I felt disgust--first at her than at myself. It was hard to tell from her face; she definitely didn't sound female, but from the shiny purses she was showing off I decided that she was female. She got on at Coquitlam Station. At first the driver didn't even want to touch her, citing WCB regulations. Nevertheless there was an old man there who was nice enough to push her on to the bus.
Just about two hours ago, I was pouring from re-watching Schindler's List, from watching the horror of seeing human beings treated like cattle. And yet here I was staring at another human being as if she wasn't one. Recalling her friend who helped her off the bus, who was waiting for her at the intersection, I was ashamed that this man in rags might be a better person than I am.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
I passed C.
I got 28 out of 40 so I passed unless the SOA goes nuts over this exam.
I definitely didn't feel that good about the exam. I missed a few credibility questions that didn't seem that difficult. I also totally guessed on all the stock model pricing crap. Please SOA, stop doing things like "Use the method in the MacDonalds text..."!!! Argh that pissed me so much.
My Actex for 2007 Exam C is now for sell: $80 OBO
I definitely didn't feel that good about the exam. I missed a few credibility questions that didn't seem that difficult. I also totally guessed on all the stock model pricing crap. Please SOA, stop doing things like "Use the method in the MacDonalds text..."!!! Argh that pissed me so much.
My Actex for 2007 Exam C is now for sell: $80 OBO
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
@DT on my new Thinkpad
I guess I've pretty much settled into the apartment now. I'll get some photos up soon.
The last few days have been fairly boring. Work hasn't been too exciting; mostly keying in numbers and other fairly mundane tasks, such as queries and photocopying (ugh). Time really takes a long time to fly when you are not doing something substantial. At PBC when I was working on the project, I would be surprised when it's lunch time already; now it's not arriving soon enough. Eight hour work days are starting to get on my nerves. I hope I get something bigger to do soon.
Tonight I made congee. It was crazy. Last night I decided to make rice in a pot because I found some rice in the cupboard and I was bored shitless and didn't want to study anymore. And it worked! I packed the rice away in the fridge (for lunch) and filled the pot with water so I can wash it tomorrow. When I got home and saw the pot of rice slurry, I said to myself, "Let's add some more rice see if I can make congee!!!" And it also worked!!!
Anyways, the apartment is actually fairly well equipped, thanks to all the previous co-ops probably. There are a lot of seasonings and spices, paper towels, ziplocks, tea, etc. But it's damn lonely here. After feeding myself, I always feel lost on what to do next. Study? I won't have to do that after next Wednesday. I think I definitely made the right decision to get a laptop. I'll go crazy otherwise.
The last few days have been fairly boring. Work hasn't been too exciting; mostly keying in numbers and other fairly mundane tasks, such as queries and photocopying (ugh). Time really takes a long time to fly when you are not doing something substantial. At PBC when I was working on the project, I would be surprised when it's lunch time already; now it's not arriving soon enough. Eight hour work days are starting to get on my nerves. I hope I get something bigger to do soon.
Tonight I made congee. It was crazy. Last night I decided to make rice in a pot because I found some rice in the cupboard and I was bored shitless and didn't want to study anymore. And it worked! I packed the rice away in the fridge (for lunch) and filled the pot with water so I can wash it tomorrow. When I got home and saw the pot of rice slurry, I said to myself, "Let's add some more rice see if I can make congee!!!" And it also worked!!!
Anyways, the apartment is actually fairly well equipped, thanks to all the previous co-ops probably. There are a lot of seasonings and spices, paper towels, ziplocks, tea, etc. But it's damn lonely here. After feeding myself, I always feel lost on what to do next. Study? I won't have to do that after next Wednesday. I think I definitely made the right decision to get a laptop. I'll go crazy otherwise.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
OMGWFTLOL @ Digg
It seems like the populace has completely overran Digg today. Every story on the front page is the about the process key and they are all getting mad diggs every second now.
Wow. And the site is now down... Bum bum bum...
Wow. And the site is now down... Bum bum bum...
Dizzy
Oh man what the hell is wrong with me...
I arrived at Gilmore station after work and I saw that a train was arriving. I decided to run up to the platform and got into the skytrain in time. No seats, but that was to be expected at around 5:30. I thought everything was fine as I waited for my body to slow down. I'm not sure if the train's motion compounded the problem but my breathing wasn't slowing down. My chest felt like a ton of bricks and my head started to feel dizzy. I was suffocating; the air inside the train was stale and sour. I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing. I needed air! When the train stopped at Lake City Way, I disembarked.
My head was held in a vice. The world around me seemed to be out of phase. I was watching a TV set that was tuned to the wrong settings. The screen is of static and rainbow coloured noise, and it was slowly fading into a veil of white. I walked along the platform, desperately trying to orient myself, hoping my body can maintain its dominance over gravity. I realized that walking is not helping; I needed to sit down. I thought about pulling out my phone and calling 911. There was a Korean mother with her son on the only bench on the platform. I can feel the dizziness taking over. I pushed myself further and sat down on a ledge next to the glass wall of the station. The escalators across from me looked like a fuzzy mess; I felt like a bum.
I closed my eyes and held my head in my hands. Was this going to work? Am I going to pass out? I was scared. I was desperate. As I opened my eyes again, I could see that my vision was returning. The world is no longer like an overexposed photograph. I took out my water bottle and sipped while I remained crouched against the glass as I waited for the next train. I felt immensely relieved, thought it was not enough to wash away all of the fear. I didn't realize how absurdly out of shape I was until this moment today, and I must not let this go on through summer.
On a lighter note, today marks the beginning of the end of yet another DRM system:
09F911029D74E35BD84156C5635688C0
I arrived at Gilmore station after work and I saw that a train was arriving. I decided to run up to the platform and got into the skytrain in time. No seats, but that was to be expected at around 5:30. I thought everything was fine as I waited for my body to slow down. I'm not sure if the train's motion compounded the problem but my breathing wasn't slowing down. My chest felt like a ton of bricks and my head started to feel dizzy. I was suffocating; the air inside the train was stale and sour. I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing. I needed air! When the train stopped at Lake City Way, I disembarked.
My head was held in a vice. The world around me seemed to be out of phase. I was watching a TV set that was tuned to the wrong settings. The screen is of static and rainbow coloured noise, and it was slowly fading into a veil of white. I walked along the platform, desperately trying to orient myself, hoping my body can maintain its dominance over gravity. I realized that walking is not helping; I needed to sit down. I thought about pulling out my phone and calling 911. There was a Korean mother with her son on the only bench on the platform. I can feel the dizziness taking over. I pushed myself further and sat down on a ledge next to the glass wall of the station. The escalators across from me looked like a fuzzy mess; I felt like a bum.
I closed my eyes and held my head in my hands. Was this going to work? Am I going to pass out? I was scared. I was desperate. As I opened my eyes again, I could see that my vision was returning. The world is no longer like an overexposed photograph. I took out my water bottle and sipped while I remained crouched against the glass as I waited for the next train. I felt immensely relieved, thought it was not enough to wash away all of the fear. I didn't realize how absurdly out of shape I was until this moment today, and I must not let this go on through summer.
On a lighter note, today marks the beginning of the end of yet another DRM system:
09F911029D74E35BD84156C5635688C0
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