Question, if you stay up for 72+ hours is that a short week? I mean by most standers that would be one hell of a long day, but what would that make the week? Technically the week is that same length every week, though by that argument there are no long or short days, just days. But you know what I’m talking about it. When people asked me if it was a long week, I’d have to consider my days, one which included 3 of them making the days in the week count 5.What prompts this is that yesterday (ha) was about a 74 hour day. It started at 11:55 PM Monday and stretch to 2:30ish AM Friday. I say ish because things started to get fuzzy after I beat Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 4 :Turtles in Time for the Super Nintendo, 2:15ish (AM Friday ), things got a little fuzzy. Though I know I was up in the 3 o’clock range I’m
clear on things that happened to 2:15ish range.
That was a bit goofy. I’m not going to write about that experience, too much to say, but I will talk about a few interesting things. Perspective. Your perspective on things changes quite a lot. Things move at different speeds, size is different, and how you react to things different. Like how I handled tiredness. Being up that long was really like being on a rollercoaster of energy levels. From struggling to keep one eye open, to wanting to go dance in the rain (which I did), to feel pretty normal. But after so long, I would get this strange feeling like I didn’t need sleep because, when I would have a swing of the tiredness, the effects wouldn’t be as bad as it was earlier.
Now things that are said take on different meanings. It’s been a long day, Goodnight, Goodmorning, and you’re up early, all have the same meaning but have a bit of an interesting twist. Another thing that has an interesting twist is when people talk about their day. I’d hear people complain about having a long day. They’d say they’d been up since 4 in the morning or that they’ve been up for 20 hours. Now for most instances that is a long time. But compared to 74, that isn’t even a third. When I stayed up that long I never really thought just how long that was. It stretched from the tail end of Monday to the head end of Friday. It spread across 5 days. What is considered a long day was maybe a third. That’s crazy.
But now we come to my problem. I’ve only been up for 15 hours but it’s in the 5:30 area (changes as Im writing it and it will be different when I’m done). I usual go to sleep around 5 give or take an hour or two. My days vary from 20+- 30+ average. But now I don’t what to do. Staying up that late wasn’t exactly fun nor that healthy and I don’t really plan on doing it again…or at least anytime soon…..real soon. Going to sleep now would make me feel like I wasted the day or time since I
know I could do so much.
People ask me why I did it and how. Well I had things to do, I have motivation/something to fight for. When you have those two things, you can do whatever. I did write a poem that I might share with you. Though I think it is more of a slam piece and in order to do it justice I might need to do a recording and then let you listen to it. I don’t know. Like I said, it wasn’t necessarily fun. But you learn things and see things in different perspectives. You can see what is on your mind because it plays often. Whatever. If you get a chance, try it. Depending on how use to sleep deprivation you are you could go crazy or just be th same. I know people who could pass for drunk and it was only because they’ve been up for only 20 hours. Then there were others where I couldn’t tell the difference. I wouldn’t suggest doing it often as your mind will work differently and you feel like you have a hangover the next day. But to see what it’s like, I’d go for it.
Thanks everyone. I’m going to end it here so I can lay on the couch in my kitchen and try things until I fall asleep. Take care and I hope you find and retain happiness. But I’ll leave you with this to get everyone hyped. The Chinese Illiteracy Super Show. . . .season 2!
~Love~
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sentence Sense Swindle
You know sometimes I have very good ideas that actually look like very bad ideas in person. In my mind they offer me candy, money, and a good time. But when I invite them over to reality it feels like I’m meeting a whole new idea. No longer is it cute and cuddly but a furious beast that has nothing better to do then sit on my chest and inject my blood stream with ideas less than acceptable for a fifth grade class room, hell even a 6th grade class room. Fortunately not all my ideas are like that and putting the couch in the kitchen actually worked 10x better than in my head. What am I getting at? Chinese of course.
In my Chinese class we were watching the Chinese movie “The Marriage Trap”. It’s about a swindler and a swindler and how they swindle sort of. I’m swindling you of the swindles but I will swindle away your swindling time with a swindle of the Chinese language (other words I’m going to write down some things I heard from the movie.)
Enjoy
好名字- Nice name
喂 – Hello?
谢谢- Thank you
什么意思?- What does it mean?
你呢?- And you?
我姓高- I’m surnamed Gao.
打电话- Make a phone call
这是谁呀?- Who is this?
爸爸妈妈还有哥哥. – Father, mother, and older brother.
为什么- Why?
对不起- Sorry
可是－But
你诉我 －Tell Me
你得等我－You have to wait for me.
好的工作－Good work or good job
大便－Ｓｈｉｔ！
没事－No big deal
我自己－I’m single
你找谁？－ Who are you looking for?
可是你知道的，我是骗子。－But you know I’m a swindler.
Special shouts outs tos Jamar mar........Special
~love~
In my Chinese class we were watching the Chinese movie “The Marriage Trap”. It’s about a swindler and a swindler and how they swindle sort of. I’m swindling you of the swindles but I will swindle away your swindling time with a swindle of the Chinese language (other words I’m going to write down some things I heard from the movie.)
Enjoy
好名字- Nice name
喂 – Hello?
谢谢- Thank you
什么意思?- What does it mean?
你呢?- And you?
我姓高- I’m surnamed Gao.
打电话- Make a phone call
这是谁呀?- Who is this?
爸爸妈妈还有哥哥. – Father, mother, and older brother.
为什么- Why?
对不起- Sorry
可是－But
你诉我 －Tell Me
你得等我－You have to wait for me.
好的工作－Good work or good job
大便－Ｓｈｉｔ！
没事－No big deal
我自己－I’m single
你找谁？－ Who are you looking for?
可是你知道的，我是骗子。－But you know I’m a swindler.
Special shouts outs tos Jamar mar........Special
~love~
Thursday, September 24, 2009
College Power Hour
Alright everybody. This happened.....last week. It took awhile to get the pictures which is why I delayed posting this but I finally got them so it's time to share what fun I've been having. As a few of you know, I think about alot of things. When I'm troubled I have to do something in order to cope. This is how I decided to cope.
Yes that is right, I put our couch in the kitchen! It is easily one of the most beautiful and stupid thing someone can do and I did it. Of course my roommates instantly agreed (which is rather scary) and now that's where it stays. About 98% of the time I use the couch as a bed. So this means I go to sleep in the kitchen on the couch. No part of that sentence should make sense but sadly it does and it is all true.It turns out it is great for socializing and is a great conversation starter as well. I could talk more about it but I have to go for now. Maybe I will talk about it in more detail but for now a great college quote from my good friend. After trying to remember what happened last night "Why are there leaves in my pockets!?"I'll just leave you with one last pic to show you how much the moral has been boosted thanks to the couch. It has a area effect bonus of Positivity +6 Beauty +11 and Stupidity +34
Yes that is right, I put our couch in the kitchen! It is easily one of the most beautiful and stupid thing someone can do and I did it. Of course my roommates instantly agreed (which is rather scary) and now that's where it stays. About 98% of the time I use the couch as a bed. So this means I go to sleep in the kitchen on the couch. No part of that sentence should make sense but sadly it does and it is all true.It turns out it is great for socializing and is a great conversation starter as well. I could talk more about it but I have to go for now. Maybe I will talk about it in more detail but for now a great college quote from my good friend. After trying to remember what happened last night "Why are there leaves in my pockets!?"I'll just leave you with one last pic to show you how much the moral has been boosted thanks to the couch. It has a area effect bonus of Positivity +6 Beauty +11 and Stupidity +34
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Waking the Sleeping 龍
Though it would seem it is more like waking the newborn instead of waking an actual Dragon, my exciting voyage into the world of Chinese begins again! Granted I’ve dabbled a bit in the summer, my serious studies were set aside. But no longer. Class is back in full swing and it is time for me to start swinging and missing once again. So here is my attempt at five lines in Chinese.
1 - 我愛您。
2 – 我叫孔达宁。
3 – 你叫什么名字？
4 – David Letterman 是美国人。
5- 我不是老太太。
Alright that was interesting. I quickly realized that what little grammar I had has left me and I have to thank the book for helping me out with all of them except number one. So here is what I was trying to say.
1 – I Love you.
2 – I’m called Kong Daning
3 – What is your name?
4 – David Letterman is American.
5 – I’m not an old woman.
Well there you go. Now I’m supposed to talk about something relating to Chinese culture. I did read an article about text messaging in China. It was very interesting in showing how texting is having small effects on the way things are said and the way how people react with each other in China. One of the interesting things that many do in English is intentionally write or text something that is in poor grammar or just plain wrong, but still have an understandable meaning. The two that I find myself using is Orz and 13579. Orz means please. How this is derived is by the way the letters seem to make a person begging on their knees. The “O” is the head, the “r” is the arms, and the “Z” is the legs. 13579 is used when you want to express something is odd. This I find particularly interesting as it is actually longer to input than the word odd. Granted the Chinese are most likely putting in characters or pinyin, 5 characters is a bit much. Though going with the idea of odd, putting in more effort into saying odd a different way than to just say odd is in itself odd.
I wrap this blog up with saying that I’ve heard rumors that a 2nd season of the Chinese Illiteracy Super Show is currently in negotiation talks over funding and what not. It is said a deal is plan to be struck sometime in the near future. From my sources, apparently the star (I can’t give names just yet) of last season is on board and willing to make a second season come to life if possible. More info to come.
That’s it folks. I hope you enough this. I will be updating both Chinese blogs and normal blogs so keep your eyes open as well as your minds. Take care everyone and Goodmorning.
~Love~
1 - 我愛您。
2 – 我叫孔达宁。
3 – 你叫什么名字？
4 – David Letterman 是美国人。
5- 我不是老太太。
Alright that was interesting. I quickly realized that what little grammar I had has left me and I have to thank the book for helping me out with all of them except number one. So here is what I was trying to say.
1 – I Love you.
2 – I’m called Kong Daning
3 – What is your name?
4 – David Letterman is American.
5 – I’m not an old woman.
Well there you go. Now I’m supposed to talk about something relating to Chinese culture. I did read an article about text messaging in China. It was very interesting in showing how texting is having small effects on the way things are said and the way how people react with each other in China. One of the interesting things that many do in English is intentionally write or text something that is in poor grammar or just plain wrong, but still have an understandable meaning. The two that I find myself using is Orz and 13579. Orz means please. How this is derived is by the way the letters seem to make a person begging on their knees. The “O” is the head, the “r” is the arms, and the “Z” is the legs. 13579 is used when you want to express something is odd. This I find particularly interesting as it is actually longer to input than the word odd. Granted the Chinese are most likely putting in characters or pinyin, 5 characters is a bit much. Though going with the idea of odd, putting in more effort into saying odd a different way than to just say odd is in itself odd.
I wrap this blog up with saying that I’ve heard rumors that a 2nd season of the Chinese Illiteracy Super Show is currently in negotiation talks over funding and what not. It is said a deal is plan to be struck sometime in the near future. From my sources, apparently the star (I can’t give names just yet) of last season is on board and willing to make a second season come to life if possible. More info to come.
That’s it folks. I hope you enough this. I will be updating both Chinese blogs and normal blogs so keep your eyes open as well as your minds. Take care everyone and Goodmorning.
~Love~
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Shooting Meat Cleavers in the Sky
It is a nice night out tonight. It has actually been a nice night out for a few nights lately. I’m back on track when it comes to going on my walks. Yes I did have that one experience but I like it. Maybe it is because it is so cold in my apartment but the night feels right for a good long walk. But it will have to wait because it is my roommate’s birthday today and I want to celebrate a bit before I go on my walk. Euphoric Birthday to you G.
I’ve been finding myself going on walks and looking for shooting stars. I’ve been searching for shooting stars so that I may make a wish. That is the story or myth right? See a shooting star and make a wish? I know that they are not really stars and I’m not even sure if I believe in that myth. But if it is true, then I hope I can get as many as possible. It is funny because the wishes can come true whether I wish it or not. I may never even find out if they come true or not. But still I make them. I make the same wishes hoping that at least one time they will come true. I guess the wishes aren’t really for me but for someone else. I’ve been blessed with much and kind of feel that I don’t deserve to have a wish wasted on me (This is slightly reminiscent of George Carlin’s bit “Have a Nice Day”. So I make wishes for others. Though it can become selfish in the narrowness of it and though it may be just a waste of time, I feel the urge to go out and hunt for these shooting stars. I wish upon the stars that aren’t really stars for things that could already be. I spend my time lost in the sky waiting for things that try to land on the ground. Hoping to change solid burning reality into a wish. I hope tonight brings me a galaxy of stars. Goodnight everyone.
~Love~
P.S. 2 things. First, I lately have been really feeling the song “Honey Vanity” by Kozi. It may be hard to find but if you get a chance check it out. It is Japanese and a bit off main stream but I love it. And two, the word of the day is “Neoterize”
I’ve been finding myself going on walks and looking for shooting stars. I’ve been searching for shooting stars so that I may make a wish. That is the story or myth right? See a shooting star and make a wish? I know that they are not really stars and I’m not even sure if I believe in that myth. But if it is true, then I hope I can get as many as possible. It is funny because the wishes can come true whether I wish it or not. I may never even find out if they come true or not. But still I make them. I make the same wishes hoping that at least one time they will come true. I guess the wishes aren’t really for me but for someone else. I’ve been blessed with much and kind of feel that I don’t deserve to have a wish wasted on me (This is slightly reminiscent of George Carlin’s bit “Have a Nice Day”. So I make wishes for others. Though it can become selfish in the narrowness of it and though it may be just a waste of time, I feel the urge to go out and hunt for these shooting stars. I wish upon the stars that aren’t really stars for things that could already be. I spend my time lost in the sky waiting for things that try to land on the ground. Hoping to change solid burning reality into a wish. I hope tonight brings me a galaxy of stars. Goodnight everyone.
~Love~
P.S. 2 things. First, I lately have been really feeling the song “Honey Vanity” by Kozi. It may be hard to find but if you get a chance check it out. It is Japanese and a bit off main stream but I love it. And two, the word of the day is “Neoterize”
Monday, August 24, 2009
A Cougar in the Twilight Zone
It is all starting again. School that is. Many things have stayed the same or similar while many other things have changed. New Roommate. Seems pretty cool. New classes.
Anyways, I’m known for walking around campus in the early morning hours. Today was a little different. I started my walk a little after 12, which is early for me. I walk to get away from things, think, relax, think, and create. I have a lot on my mind lately so I went to try and clear it before the first day of school.
The walk was going fine when I was nearing the back end of the trip. Each time I go for my walk I try to take a different route then the previous night. I was feeling the walk so I extended it. What creeped me out and what lead me to writing this blog is what happened/didn’t happen.
Now my campus is big and beautiful. There is a road that wraps around the outskirts of the campus that I sometimes take. It is great because there are no lights out there and the stars really come out. I managed to see 4 shooting stars, one being the second biggest I’d ever seen. That person got many a wish coming their way.
As I passed a building I got worried because I knew the trip was almost over. But as I kept walking I realized I made a lapse in judgment because there was still a bit of road left to travel. The more I walked however the more I began to realize that I didn’t recognize where I was at. I kept walking longer than I was suppose to without seeing the way I was suppose to take. I finally reached a sign that was an entrance to my school but the wrong one.
I was confused because the entrance I was looking at was far away from where I thought I was. I passed it and kept going thinking I had just forgotten about it and was mistaken. But I kept going and I could not remember the road at all. I was about to turn back but I kept going. A little further to make sure. I was getting a bit nervous as it seemed like I was walking further and further from campus. After quite a few minutes I ran across a place I recognized. But instead of feeling better I was more confused because I was really far away from where I was planning on walking and I have no idea how I got there. I had taken my intended route a few times and there are no turns to take. I followed the road like I always do, no turns, but yet I had ended up in a completely different area.
I went off the road down the bike path. This was really off putting because the surroundings were not looking like they should have and it was rather dark. I entered a heavily wooded area and passed over a bridge the assured me I was where I thought I was. But now even the light from the stars was very dim due to the heavy tree coverage. I was on a rough twisting path that I could barely see. The difference between the path and off the path were very hard to make out. Even though it has been awhile since I took this path last, I kept getting the feeling that I was headed the wrong way. I would have been all too easy to get lost or hurt there and be stuck. Some parts have holes, ditches, and other unseen dangerous.
I don’t know why put I pushed on grabbing my strength physically now rather than just mentally. Though I was 95% sure where I was, I still could not help but feel the need to go back. Extremely poor visibility, potential hazards, possibility of being stranded, and the overwhelming knowledge that all of this adds up to be a bad idea could not stop me though. I pushed forward wrapping myself around what I felt and trusting my sight and feelings.
After the long winding path a I saw a light in the far distance showing the way back. Though like before, I still could shake the feeling of wonderment of not recognizing a lot of what I saw. But I made it. I pushed on when logic and quite a few senses to turn back. Though I wouldn’t call it scared, I was much more uneasy than I would have liked to be. For the life of me I cannot think of how I got where I was. I know I could have just forgotten my way around since its been awhile, I could have missed something since it was dark, or just taken a road I didn’t think I took, all I know is that I should not have gone that way. But after all the feelings of worry and desire to go back I didn’t. I pushed forward, literally into the darkness and partially unknown. Does this make me brave? Does this accomplish anything? I don’t really think it means I was brave. I’ve learned a long it me ago not to be afraid of the dark just because it is dark. I’ve actually come to love the dark. But it wasn’t just dark it was the potential to get lost in a heavily wooded area and hurt by falling in the rough terrain. So why did I keep going? Why did I doubt myself when I was so sure I knew where I was? I might have something to do with me not quieting on things.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, though I do know it is not coming out how I want it to, but something came over me when walking that said I should write about this. I did quite a lot of thinking and questioning. I guess I’m just going to say this. If you’re on a road (more figuratively than literally) follow your feelings. No matter how many obstacles, how much doubt, how dark it is, follow your strength to show you the way. I know mine showed me the way.
Damn this blog sounds so weird…. Fine last question. Did I just enter the Twilight Zone? I think I did because I ended up somewhere way far away from the normal and I actually managed to find my way back. A big thank you I send out, my the stars watch over you. Take care everyone. Remember to think and believe.
~Love~
Anyways, I’m known for walking around campus in the early morning hours. Today was a little different. I started my walk a little after 12, which is early for me. I walk to get away from things, think, relax, think, and create. I have a lot on my mind lately so I went to try and clear it before the first day of school.
The walk was going fine when I was nearing the back end of the trip. Each time I go for my walk I try to take a different route then the previous night. I was feeling the walk so I extended it. What creeped me out and what lead me to writing this blog is what happened/didn’t happen.
Now my campus is big and beautiful. There is a road that wraps around the outskirts of the campus that I sometimes take. It is great because there are no lights out there and the stars really come out. I managed to see 4 shooting stars, one being the second biggest I’d ever seen. That person got many a wish coming their way.
As I passed a building I got worried because I knew the trip was almost over. But as I kept walking I realized I made a lapse in judgment because there was still a bit of road left to travel. The more I walked however the more I began to realize that I didn’t recognize where I was at. I kept walking longer than I was suppose to without seeing the way I was suppose to take. I finally reached a sign that was an entrance to my school but the wrong one.
I was confused because the entrance I was looking at was far away from where I thought I was. I passed it and kept going thinking I had just forgotten about it and was mistaken. But I kept going and I could not remember the road at all. I was about to turn back but I kept going. A little further to make sure. I was getting a bit nervous as it seemed like I was walking further and further from campus. After quite a few minutes I ran across a place I recognized. But instead of feeling better I was more confused because I was really far away from where I was planning on walking and I have no idea how I got there. I had taken my intended route a few times and there are no turns to take. I followed the road like I always do, no turns, but yet I had ended up in a completely different area.
I went off the road down the bike path. This was really off putting because the surroundings were not looking like they should have and it was rather dark. I entered a heavily wooded area and passed over a bridge the assured me I was where I thought I was. But now even the light from the stars was very dim due to the heavy tree coverage. I was on a rough twisting path that I could barely see. The difference between the path and off the path were very hard to make out. Even though it has been awhile since I took this path last, I kept getting the feeling that I was headed the wrong way. I would have been all too easy to get lost or hurt there and be stuck. Some parts have holes, ditches, and other unseen dangerous.
I don’t know why put I pushed on grabbing my strength physically now rather than just mentally. Though I was 95% sure where I was, I still could not help but feel the need to go back. Extremely poor visibility, potential hazards, possibility of being stranded, and the overwhelming knowledge that all of this adds up to be a bad idea could not stop me though. I pushed forward wrapping myself around what I felt and trusting my sight and feelings.
After the long winding path a I saw a light in the far distance showing the way back. Though like before, I still could shake the feeling of wonderment of not recognizing a lot of what I saw. But I made it. I pushed on when logic and quite a few senses to turn back. Though I wouldn’t call it scared, I was much more uneasy than I would have liked to be. For the life of me I cannot think of how I got where I was. I know I could have just forgotten my way around since its been awhile, I could have missed something since it was dark, or just taken a road I didn’t think I took, all I know is that I should not have gone that way. But after all the feelings of worry and desire to go back I didn’t. I pushed forward, literally into the darkness and partially unknown. Does this make me brave? Does this accomplish anything? I don’t really think it means I was brave. I’ve learned a long it me ago not to be afraid of the dark just because it is dark. I’ve actually come to love the dark. But it wasn’t just dark it was the potential to get lost in a heavily wooded area and hurt by falling in the rough terrain. So why did I keep going? Why did I doubt myself when I was so sure I knew where I was? I might have something to do with me not quieting on things.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, though I do know it is not coming out how I want it to, but something came over me when walking that said I should write about this. I did quite a lot of thinking and questioning. I guess I’m just going to say this. If you’re on a road (more figuratively than literally) follow your feelings. No matter how many obstacles, how much doubt, how dark it is, follow your strength to show you the way. I know mine showed me the way.
Damn this blog sounds so weird…. Fine last question. Did I just enter the Twilight Zone? I think I did because I ended up somewhere way far away from the normal and I actually managed to find my way back. A big thank you I send out, my the stars watch over you. Take care everyone. Remember to think and believe.
~Love~
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