Kanji Practice and FAT PENS

Self-explanatory.
See the boxes? I made a comparison between two pens. One of my pens sucks. But I don't have the heart to throw it out. Also, I don't like using mechanical pencils since they seem kind of elitist.

Port-a-potties are scary.

So Friday afternoon, Chan and I decided to go volunteer for HFH.

Yes. 8am Saturday, we were on site, building a house. It was pretty cool actually. At first, I kept looking at my clock (until keitai ran out of batteries). The morning was pretty horrible, it kept getting hotter and hotter.

You know how when people work a lot, this "ring" of sweat forms around their neck? Well. Didn't happen. The most outside work I've ever done is occasional mowing the lawn for 20 minutes. That too, I only do the front side, and take the rest of the day off with Sprite and Korean movies. This was like... 7 hours of work (-1 for food).

Very difficult. It's hard to describe in words, and I should have taken some pictures, but I'm not particularly fond of cameras, so screw that.

The afternoon got a lot better, but I had to use the portapotty. Yes. Shudder. All I could think of was all those people that went before me, and the accumulation of feces*. Thus, portapotties are extremely savage. Here's a tip if you're 'forced' to use one : Don't look down. [Shudder] - and take an adult diaper.

Also, there's this issue:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRZOpDODKCw&search=porta%20potty

lol.

The afternoon was significantly better, and I got a lot of work in. 3 hours, 2 ibuprofen pills, and 1 drama series completed, I was ready to sleep. A long deep sleep, which brings us to my dreams:

1. I had this dream a couple of nights ago that I was getting out of a white jeep with a blue hat, which I instantly identified with UN. So working for the UN would be pretty awesome. Plus, I really want to ride in a helicopter.

2. Last night's dream, I was talking to an acquaintance long long ago, completely in Japanese and completely fluently. But the only think I remember saying is "mada.. wakarimasen ne". o well. Maybe next time I'll realize that I was talking to a Chinese person and control my dreams to get some countries blown up.

Yes.

*: The wiki article on feces has a almost-perfect shaped circle/sphere of rabbit feces. Please check it out.

Fouad Siniora- What's wrong with his face?

I get to rip on an Arab "leader" today.

Fouad Siniora- What's wrong with his face? Look at these pictures. It seems that something is wrong with his face:




It seems he can't help but cricking up the right half of his mouth when he speaks or does anything. This is a definite sign of desendancy from an inferior gene pool (as are most people hailing from that region), and possibly mental retardation.

About Hezbollah, he says "The government considers the resistance a natural and honest expression of the Lebanese people’s national rights to liberate their land and defend their honour against Israeli aggression and threats"

Should'a listened to the UN fool, now Israel is going to own you and your country, while I laugh. Can't keep Syria "out"? Can't rein in Hezbollah? Well, pay the price, fool. Man I hope Israel doesn't stop at 20 years. The Lebanese can live like cavemen for all I care, and I'd probably prefer that. Nothing good has ever come from that region. Even the oil is crude, much like their beliefs and behavior.

Today (or yesterday, rather) was very productive. 嬉しかった。The other day, I was in ME lab, listening to music, and my headphone in the computer was only half way inside, so only one bud was working (and somehow didn't realize it). Anyway, I was happily working when someone taps me and says "Could you turn that down?" ....

I didn't know those machines had built in stereo speakers too. wtf? Anyway, What, you don't like eurobeat? As usual, this is ME lab, so they were probably checking facebook or something. I didn't bother to look. I don't wish to be polluted by those _____.

I actually don't know what to call them. They're not hippies, since they do know some engineering, but still act like hippies. Ideas?

A serious note

Taking a turn from the usual brouhaha, here is today's routine:

645 - Alarm.
820 - Clothed, Showered, and Parfumed = Ready for action
845 - Arrive at school. Read news, study for pop quiz, etc.
1000- Japanese
1220- Japanese ends
1240- Arrive at lab, lab work until about 430
450 - Go back home, eat something
500 - Go back to school, MCATs study, Japanese study
1000- And here I am. Probably leave at around 11pm, after I get another hour or hour-and-half of labwork in.

So what's the point of all this? Here it is, (hopefully), the Golden prize at the end of the road:

Probably one picture, or one word doesn't encapsulate the complete idea: Here are some sites:

http://www.ucihs.uci.edu/mdphd/

http://www.medsch.ucla.edu/mstp/

http://medschool.ucsf.edu/mstp/

http://www.usc.edu/schools/medicine/education/degrees_programs/mdp/mdphd.html

http://info.med.yale.edu/mdphd/program/index.html

Just clicking on one will give the complete idea. Yes. The duality of these degrees is awesome. Not only can one practice medicine, but also isn't frustrated by the constraints of normal medicine - i.e. not being able to try out new things w/o being bogged down with this standard of care thing.

See, doctors have to adhere to "Standard of Care", and if you deviate from this path of treating the patient, you're liable to lawsuit, but it's so slow, and any doctor will tell you that it often blows. MD/PhD's aren't bound by the same restriction, and still live very comfortable lives (much better than PhD's).

So what's the downfall? Well, a typical program receives about 300 applications. That's a big contrast to the 5000 usually received for medical school. Now, one might think... oh 300 applications, better success rate of getting in. WRONG. You're up against 300 geniuses. Every single one of them.

It's like this:
Would you rather go up against 5000 ants? or 300 soldiers? Getting rid of 5000 ants is hard in itself, but 300 soldiers? No chance. Unless you have an atomic bomb (called a Nature publication... :)

So that's the idea. Any thoughts? To be honest, I've actually 99% given up the idea that I'll actually get in, so right now, I'm aiming for MD with Research Distinction. Bah. Oh well. There's always the next generation. Man. Those fools better have publications before they graduate from high school.

Tonight - 今晩

Due to the long post below, another post will take another 12 hours from now or so.

Update: It was raining this morning. Freaking awesome. Although it's not the rain I want (hadoken from the skies), its rain, and I'll take rain over shine any day. Rain is kickaess.

A treatise on ANGER

1. Anger.

Everyone is so angry these days. You go to JCL, and all the workers are so angry, they've become a standard to measure other anger against. JCL must be the most depressing place to work because everyone looks like a bulldog on a short university leash called a jawb. If it weren't for this leash, I doubt many of the business majors would actually survive.

I say business majors, because everyone else is probably nice to them in hopes that they'll change into something like this:Actually, it's probably just me and a couple of freaks. Of course, I can't pretend to know the root of their anger, but honestly, it was probably their own fault.

Just like really poor people that live off handouts. [But wait, what about personal troubles?] This is where I become kind of harsh. If you're angry because someone you know has cancer/TB/mental retardation, I'm sorry. Your anger is justified, but you should probably be working in MBB (with a smile) so the researchers can come up with a cure, and not serving partially sober idiots in JCL. There are times when I'm part of the sober idiots group, i.e. when my coffee wears off or the eurobeat is slowly turned down by a conservative council member.

Enough! Let's cut to the chase. HOW TO CURE YOUR ANGER:

1. Find a love: This is probably the worst, and least efficient way. Sure, it may be quick (maybe not for all...) but will probably end up in heartbreak. The key to not being angry is not seeking happiness, rather, seeking a neutrality in life. Things balance out. For example, if you're really happy that something worked out (i.e. a reaction) then you can be sure that 2 reactions later, it will work too well (i.e. too much good AND bad product) and give large amounts of frustration.

So when something good happens, throw a party- IN YOUR HEAD. Outwardly, you have 3 minutes to grin, after which, grunt once and let it go. But just remember, a party with one person is no fun. But you can't throw outwardly parties. You figure this one out. Also if you're constantly stoic, then people will 1) question you, 2) declare you a mystery, 3) and finally become subservient because one day you might go postal.

2. Find a machine: Machines will never hate you. Like a car, or a laptop. And if anything goes wrong, you always have warranty. That's something extremely puzzling. People never buy warranty but continue to spend lots of money on trivial things (like girls that want expensive handbags). Let's break it down.

Dell e1405 Laptop: Premium warranty for 4 years:
$534
Maintaining a girl for 4 years:
More like $5340. (birthdays, "anniversaries", "random times", etc). This figure is always rising, since gas is getting expensive.

If she complains, just let her use the laptop. She'll understand. If she doesn't, then its time to take the trash out. And no, not literally, morons. (Well.. maybe depending on how you see things).

3. Find a purpose. Usefulness. Be useful. And I won't let my bias get the better of me this time. You don't have to do physics to be useful. You can do chemistry. Or almost anything* in Natural Sciences. :) TALLY HO.

Those are the only viable ways.
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I should write something more useful. All these bitter posts are actually not bitter. I am, truly, not 'angry' or 'bitter', just amused by a certain someone that refuses to talk to me. Thoroughly amused. You should know, I don't put up with BS very well. It's not conceited, because I invite people to prove my reasoning wrong (sometimes well done).

And what happened today? Nothing. Ran a gel, will be running a reaction later tonight. Studied some Japanese. (yo ni naru/ yo ni suru).

*: Excludes textiles and douchebaggery (a Theresa trademark)