This “Ups” is not to be mistaken for “UPS” that more-or-less known transporting company or whatever. This time it means the “ups” in the “ups and downs” phrase. Now i live my ups.
Cheery
I’m just so cheery now. Listening to Skindred, about to start working on my philosophy presentation i’ll be doing tuesday, and just simply happy. Woot. Sometimes sure i am down, but life’s just like that, ups and downs. I won’t let myself be stuck in a down, i don’t have that much time to live. On the other hand, downs are sure neccessary, or else i wouldn’t be able to appreciate when i’m up. And now i surely am… Now come the subjective idealists…
Choose
I’ve seen this interesting challange on Code Golf, and decided to compete. I’m losing miserably. I’ve managed to go as down as 65 byte in PHP, but i realised it won’t work, because i get the vars ($n, $k) from stdin. First, i don’t know how to work with stdin, second, that’d add up a nice bunch of bytes for my code (which is right now as follows)… Could someone tell me how stdin works and how could i make a 63 byte long code with that included?
Wandering
Rather wondering, but maybe also wandering, the fields of thought. I’ve been thinking about how long it could’ve taken for the great philosophers of the past, to come up with thoughts enough to fill those huge books. I mean, i think if i had a partner with whom i could talk about such matters, i would be able to design a complete philosophy of all fields (you know, stuff like onthology, epistemology, ethics, politics and such) in a short time. The problem is, i don’t know if i could write like eg. Kierkegaard, where in about 150 pages, i couldn’t tell more than a few key points of what he was going on about. But on my last philosophy lesson, i came up with an idea i hope to be new, in the field of ontology. I wish i could discuss it with someone other than my teacher…
Once again
Kaworu: You know, pain is something man must endure in his heart. And since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe that life is pain. You are delicate like glass, especially your heart.
Neon Genesis Evangelion ep. 24 via *behindinfinity
Shinji: Am I?
Kaworu: Yes, and worth earning my empathy.
Shinji: Empathy?
Kaworu: I’m saying I love you.
By the way… Don’t look at it as yaoi, please. I mean, the quote. I mean it. The thing no one would type carelessly. I wish i could, but i can’t, so… Strange, i can’t recall feeling like this in this time of the year.
Title: Blackbird – Too Late
Creator: *shilin
Whoosh
Yesterday, strolling home from school in the twilight, suddenly i see something coming towards me. In a split second: “something’s flying on me”; “it’s fast and black”; “it has wings – it’s a blackbird”; “it’s going to hit me if i don’t avoid”. So i leant right, and that very moment the bird flew forth just where my head was a blink ago. An experience.
Shall
Not shell. Maybe i shall check it out, now at sunday eight pm, if i shoul’ve learn something for tomorrow’s lessons. I totally forgot that tomorrow’s school. Okay, for school matters, i won’t sacrifice more than ten minutes, what i can manage in that period will be done, the rest will be gone.
Sigh
I wish i could be there… but i couldn’t go, maybe only if i won the jackpot. But i don’t gamble, so…
It’d be a great two-night metal fest. I found it while browsing around Last.fm, and checked out To-mera gigs. So many great bands, in only two days… but damn, it’s in Bristol, and for me, it’s pretty expensive. About fifty pounds only the ticket, and i have to get there, sleep somewhere, eat and drink, just to mention a few. So, i think with sad soul i’ll skip this… *cries*
Pursuit of happyness
No, i haven’t seen that Will Smith drama from last year, and i don’t want to write about that. I just had very interesting experiences lately. To be exact, i felt happy, now and then. Last night i remembered that week i spent with my friends in the summer—though writing relive would be more precise. Remembering seems to make people happy. When i remember how great a party was last year—and there was a couple of great parties indeed—i only remember how much i enjoyed it, how much fun we had, not that next day i was this-and-that overhung. Memory (the mental ability of remembering past events) seems to sugarcoat memories (the impressions of past events): when i recall a concert for example, where i know, that i didn’t enjoy myself so much, even though i now feel like it was a great thing. It must’ve been.
while not eof(i) do read(x); write(x);
Okay, today’s plans are reading something, when i’m tired of it, then writing something, and then back to reading. Yeah, this is that kind of post that’s not worth reading.
