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I has a head, and it hurts.
May. 22nd, 2009 11:50 pmTitle rather irrelevant to the post, but hey, I do indeed have a mild headache. D:
My last final -Geo- was today, and the teacher so lied. So much for studying populations and surface areas of realms/regions/countries, a lot of the questions, instead, made reference to climates. Thank gods for visual memory, since I didn't review that topic intensively. In short, knowing that the population of Sub-Sahara Africa is 800 million helped me squat.
Later, Winn, Ness, and I went for dim sum, which was amusing. The one dish they thought I'd love was the one I was least keen about. I still enjoyed it, but chicken feet >>>>> tofu and sugar (lots of it, in my case). Winn gave me too much! So I pwned it off to Ness. :) And I was, like, the only non-Asian at the restaurant. Again. How many times has this happened now?The price of being an egg?
We stayed at Ness' for a bit, discussing the questionable ethics of failing to kill a spider in one blow, prolonging its suffering, because I'm overly sentimental that way. That can be another post, however.
Once Ness left for work, Winn and I went to our little hangout downtown, and, egad, I fail at number seven in Canto. Well, specifically in a song that's chiefly numbers. I can easily speak '77' but the moment you add a tune, I was screwed over. With the second seven, my pronounciation kept going down instead of up. I eventually got it, but honestly brain, hell-o?
And... um, is this where I confess that it took a frickin' hour for me to gather the courage to sing in Canto to Winn? >.>;; (GOMEN!!) It was worse than presenting an oral! Alright, admittedly, that's a poor point of comparison since Social Science has awakened in me a love for speaking and people. Moving along, I plan to take East Asian studies in university, and if I get where I want to be, speaking these languages -Korean, Japanese, Chinese- and speaking them well is going to be in the job description. Thus, it's two very separate things to sing into your hairbrush as a microphone (okay, I don't do that) in your room and to your very fluent Canto-speaking friend.
Give me a moment, this all made sense in my head six hours ago. Despite being a greater optimist these days, I still have this fear of failure thing going for me, and the belief that I must be perfect thanks to parenting. So, in classic Tala fashion, I blew singing in Cantonese way out of proportion. And jeebus, I feel stupid for it.
My last final -Geo- was today, and the teacher so lied. So much for studying populations and surface areas of realms/regions/countries, a lot of the questions, instead, made reference to climates. Thank gods for visual memory, since I didn't review that topic intensively. In short, knowing that the population of Sub-Sahara Africa is 800 million helped me squat.
Later, Winn, Ness, and I went for dim sum, which was amusing. The one dish they thought I'd love was the one I was least keen about. I still enjoyed it, but chicken feet >>>>> tofu and sugar (lots of it, in my case). Winn gave me too much! So I pwned it off to Ness. :) And I was, like, the only non-Asian at the restaurant. Again. How many times has this happened now?
We stayed at Ness' for a bit, discussing the questionable ethics of failing to kill a spider in one blow, prolonging its suffering, because I'm overly sentimental that way. That can be another post, however.
Once Ness left for work, Winn and I went to our little hangout downtown, and, egad, I fail at number seven in Canto. Well, specifically in a song that's chiefly numbers. I can easily speak '77' but the moment you add a tune, I was screwed over. With the second seven, my pronounciation kept going down instead of up. I eventually got it, but honestly brain, hell-o?
And... um, is this where I confess that it took a frickin' hour for me to gather the courage to sing in Canto to Winn? >.>;; (GOMEN!!) It was worse than presenting an oral! Alright, admittedly, that's a poor point of comparison since Social Science has awakened in me a love for speaking and people. Moving along, I plan to take East Asian studies in university, and if I get where I want to be, speaking these languages -Korean, Japanese, Chinese- and speaking them well is going to be in the job description. Thus, it's two very separate things to sing into your hairbrush as a microphone (okay, I don't do that) in your room and to your very fluent Canto-speaking friend.
Give me a moment, this all made sense in my head six hours ago. Despite being a greater optimist these days, I still have this fear of failure thing going for me, and the belief that I must be perfect thanks to parenting. So, in classic Tala fashion, I blew singing in Cantonese way out of proportion. And jeebus, I feel stupid for it.
