Life Does Imitate Art Sometimes

Perhaps I should address the issue of being J.D.

Simple and to the Point

Here's a piece of advice.

Don't be stupid.

Eggs in One Basket

They say if you put all your eggs in one basket, you're doomed.

I disagree.

I fully believe that one should, at least in one point in their lives, put all their eggs into one basket. I also fully believe that when we do do that, all the eggs should break and the basket be completely ruined. Without feeling a force to which we are powerless against, we will always view the world as a place where everything will always go the way you want it to go. We become complacent. We become spoiled.

That should never be the case. We should never be resigned to the fact that we have to continue doing what we are doing. We should never be resigned to the fact that our daily jobs are our daily hardships, that going to classes is the equivalent to having the soul sucked out of your body, that we are not able to succeed unless we get practical skills.

Welcome your failures. Welcome your hardships. In the end, if you can survive them, one by one, they will make you stronger. They will remind you that you may have felt like giving up at that moment. They will remind you that you wished you could disappear forever and not need to worry anymore.

However, they will also remind you that you survived that. You can and you have survived those heartbreaking moments. You have survived those dreams being stomped on. You have survived the ridicule of your peers, the jeers of your elders, the assaults on your hopes.

You have survived. You have faced it and you have lived to see another day.

Some thoughts at one in the morning...

It's late and I've been trying to fall asleep...yet for some reason, I can't seem to.

My mind has been busy of late, I've been thinking a great deal about a great deal many things.

It's funny how life seems to turn out.

Ten years ago, I never would have imagined myself as I am now.

Six years ago, when I just started out here at Georgia Tech, I would never have imagined myself here now.

Two years ago, when I was just starting my MS, I would have never imagined myself now.

I'm not saying I'm worse off than I imagined, it's not that. It's just different from how I imagined it all those times ago.

IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!

I have just experienced the single most awesome moment in the time I've been at Georgia Tech. (well, at least in public =P)

It's freezing out. I'm standing waiting at the bus stop that's on the very edge of East campus having come from Tech Square.

I'm just chilling out and while I'm standing there, I notice this guy walk out with an electric guitar. His friend then plugs him into an amp. *Refer to Side Note 1


I look at him. His eyes meet mine and he says, "You ready to rock out?" *Refer to Side Note 2

Speechless at this point, I nod.

And then he begins to wail on his guitar. I'm scared stiff, I have no idea what the heck is going on. And then it hits me. There is a pattern to his madness. There is a song stuck in my head. There is a song that is within each and every one of us just dying to come out. There is a dream where each one of us wields the powers of dinosaurs except for the minorities who wield the powers of a Mastodon and a Sabretooth Tiger. *Refer to Side Note 3

It's MORPHIN' TIME.

He was playing the theme to the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers.


Go Go Power Rangers! *Refer to Side Note 4


Side Note 1: I'm unfamiliar with both guitars and amps. I could be wrong with either. But know that it was a guitar of a sort. Plugged into a giant speaker of a sort.

Side Note 2: When someone asks you to rock out, you say YES.

Side Note 3: That always annoyed me. Why is the black one a black man and the yellow one an Asian girl?

























Side Note 4: I just like making side notes in this one post.

Different Interpretations

Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

I remember in one of my earliest blogs, many iterations before this one, I used to start every entry with a part from a song. Or my blog would be lyrics of a song that I gradually stretch over the course of several entries.

Looking back on it now, it seems kind of silly. The song in its totality was what conveyed my mood, not just a verse from a song. Sure, the verse of the song could mean something for me, but for other people, depending on their experiences and whatever has happened in their past, it could mean something else entirely.

I suppose in that way, it's kind of nice. It's like every entry will be interpreted differently based upon my relationship with that person, the mood that person is in, and the person's past.

Enjoy this entry. Or not. I guess it depends on who you are.

Wow. It's 13 degrees. Why is it 13 degrees? WHY??

I love Pintsize.

Have you ever noticed that sometimes, no matter how crazy a TV show's premise may be, you look at your life and you notice that the people in your life play the roles of the people in the show almost perfectly?

Bored at Management

Let's see...

I'm currently sitting in the Management building. Besides the comfy chairs, there's not much else here. So I'm bored. I'm sitting here in a spot that I've been able to count four Tech Trolleys head past already. Yay.

This cold weather is rather nice. However, I notice that whenever I go from the cold weather into a warm building, my nose starts going off. I mean sneezing, sniffling, all of that good stuff. I don't know why. I wish I knew why.

You know what's always going to be at the Management building? No, it's not students, it's not faculty. It's the "WET PAINT" signs. I swear, they repaint the entire building at least once a week. In the last three semesters I've had classes here, I've yet to go a day without seeing a WET PAINT sign here.

For the first time and probably the last time in a while, I am completely caught up in all my work. Research is on track, my class readings are done, I've even finished assignments two days early.

I've begun planning out for campus movie fest. I don't even know if we're going to do it, but what the heck, it's nice to dream and work on something in the free time.

Man, how can it only be five minutes since I'd begun writing this post?

Wow, this has been a rather random post.

Wait, they put RAW fish on rice?

Nori Nori is delicious. Some of my friends are so goofy, it's fun to have them around.

6-8 is my ideal number for people invited to a group lunch or dinner.

In other news, I've managed to help G move her entire room around and now it's a wondrous room of...er, wonder.

It's quite excellent.

I'm the Cookie King!

So today I went to Einstein's. I ordered myself a Santa Fe Wrap and began the wait for it. Now, the Santa Fe Wrap is deliciousness^3, and usually Einstein's is good enough that they only make me wait five minutes.

Five minutes passes. Understandable. After all, they are just starting to get back into the groove of things (being that winter break just passed) so I give them another five.

Five more minutes pass. Now I'm impatient. The lady at the cash register notices this, asks me what I ordered. Apparently, they forgot the order. So I have to wait another five minutes.

Blargh.

Finally, with my Santa Fe Wrap in hand (burning through my hand, it's quite hot), I sat down with G and start to eat.

I realize about halfway through my wrap that it won't be enough to fill me up for lunch...so I decide that some Chicken Noodle Soup is needed!

I go back up to the counter, order. The lady at the register smiles at me and asks, "Back again so soon?" I nod at her, silently praying that this time my food will arrive before I start growing a beard.

No good. I wait ten minutes and then the lady at the register notices again, asks me what I ordered and then she goes and gets it for me.

By now I'm grouchy. I think she knows this.

I start walking towards the counter. By the glint in my eye, she knows I'm out to complain. In a mad dash, she reaches to the cookies and grabs a handful. BAM! Crisis averted.

As of now, I am the owner of four delicious cookies (Oatmeal Raisin), three of which already reside in my tummy.

Yay, I am the Cookie King! Cookie King!

Haha, zing!

MBAs in the Wild

Know how to spot an MBA person at Georgia Tech?

In my Collaborative Product Development class, look for the ones that freak out when the professor announces that no group can have more than one MBA student.

Those are the MBA students.

Everyone, I would like to take a moment to remember this moment.

It is among the great times, my first kiss, my high school graduation, my college graduation, the first time I ever found a quarter under a sofa cushion.

I have a follower. That is all.

*EDIT* Huzzah! Two in a day!

Facebook Statuses Annoy Me

I woke up this morning, hopped out of bed, and the first thing I noticed was that people who are on Facebook tend to like to post their everyday lives in their statuses.

For example, "John Smith has just gotten out of bed and is checking everyone's Facebook statuses!"

Normally, this wouldn't annoy me. However, there are some people online that do this by updating every bloody five minutes or so.

"John Smith has gotten cereal for his breakfast and is now eating it with milk!"
"John Smith is now getting changed and ready for his day! Bring it on!"
"John Smith has found the best place to go shopping for cold noodles, yay for Japan!"

Noone gives a crap about your every little going-ons. Now, granted, I would very much like to know your emotional status and/or mental status.

"John Smith is happy in Japan!"

See? Simple, yet at the same time it conveys oh so very much. You're happy, "John". You're in Japan, "John". I'm assuming you're also alive and in a place where you've managed to get internet to post.

Unless of course, you've been turned into an undead zombie who possesses the ability to write Facebook statuses about every little change that's happened in your life. In which case...kudos. I'll read it and appreciate it in fear that you'll try to turn me to the unliving.