Category Archives: Stuff

Death in the Family

The most ancient of excuses, death in the fam­ily. Often used to eli­cit sym­pathy or grudging agree­ment to unfin­ished pro­jects and sub­stand­ard res­ults. I am invok­ing this clause because my grand­father did die. Offi­cially, it was of old age. I would have pre­ferred a more detailed report of the death cer­ti­fic­ate, like heart fail­ure as

A Related Chinese New Year Message

It’s nice to be back in a life where I can once again enjoy the arts and cul­ture, plot world lib­er­a­tion, and enjoy the com­pany of tea while pon­ti­fic­at­ing the reas­ons why I still choose to reject all forms of romantic rela­tion­ships des­pite that nag­ging feel­ing brought about by bio­lo­gical com­pul­sions. I have much to

Wikileaks/Mastercard

Couldn’t get down to blog­ging for the past few days as the mobile broad­band con­nec­tion at my cur­rent medium-term abode is some­how at the very edge of the DiGi bor­der of Internet-land. When I do find myself in such a land, I also find myself sep­ar­ated from the nearest source of elec­tri­city, thus lim­it­ing my

Beard

SMBC has found another way to per­fectly describe my feel­ings regard­ing the fungal out­growth infest­ing my jaw. Thank­fully, I am not emo­tion­ally burdened with a mate (yet). Indeed, the num­ber one reason excuse I use for not shav­ing is the rate of growth that neces­sit­ates daily trim­ming — a risk to my skin I rather fail

Submitted!

It’s over. At least a large por­tion of work related to my thesis is done with the sub­mis­sion of my final draft for eval­u­ation. Now I can sit back, and thor­oughly enjoy the finale of Puella Magi Madoka Magica within a day or so. And while we are on about shows I like, Doc­tor Who com­pan­ion

Not Dead.

Just a simple mat­ter of pol­ish­ing my thesis. Also donated blood today, after pulling an all-nighter with the aid of green tea yes­ter­day. And cycled 2.2 km back from uni­ver­sity. Prob­ably not the best med­ical decision that could have been made, but I feel sur­pris­ingly well. And guess what? This means my vegan blood is just

A Message on Imaginary Math Teachers

I just returned from an enjoy­able fac­ulty din­ner, and have pro­cured a tonne of pic­tures of attract­ive people in vari­ous arrange­ments of décor. A few good weeks of band prac­tice to per­form as final-year stu­dents made the event even more mean­ing­ful. The veget­arian selec­tion was also exquis­itely var­ied and enjoy­able. And here I am pro­mot­ing a