• On Science-Fiction

    I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

    I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.

    - Jack Handey, "Deep Thoughts"
  • In education as elsewhere, the broad primrose path leads to a nasty place.

    - A. N. Whitehead
  • A great war leaves the country with three armies: an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.
  • English is a language that lurks in dark alleys, beats up other languages and rifles through their pockets for spare vocabulary.
  • True words are not beautiful,
    Beautiful words are not true.
  • Bishop of Bath and Wells: You fiend! Never have I encountered such corrupt and foul-minded perversity… Have you ever considered a career in the church? Blackadder: Yes, but I couldn't get used to the underwear.

    Blackadder the Second
  • What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.

    - Samuel Johnson
  • Terry Pratchett

    That seems to point up a significant difference between Europeans and Americans. A European says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with me?" An American says: "I can't understand this, what's wrong with him?"

    "It's still a lie. Like the lie about masks."
    "What lie about masks?"
    "The way people say they hide faces."
    "They do hide faces."
    "Only the one on the outside."

  • Balzac a dit:

    Mes avis sur vos relations avec les femmes sont aussi dans ce mot de chevalerie: Les servir toutes, n'en aimer qu'une.

    Le véritable amour est éternel, infini, toujours semblable à lui-même; il est égal et pur, sans démonstrations violentes; il se voit en cheveux blancs, toujours jeune de cœur.
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Quoth my Physics lecturer:

“A scientist asks why things happen. An engineer asks how does it happen? and those -censored- Commerce students ask ‘How much does it cost?’ Arts students? Arts students ask: ‘Do you want fries with that?'”

If it makes you feel better, he was bashing the engineers quite a bit, too.

My lecturers this semester are nigh on awesome. That was [obviously] my Physics one. The Algebra professor is German and still has his accent – adorable – and is really sweet in that absent-minded still-thinking-about-my-research-I-left-behind-in-my-office-to-come-teach-you sort of way. ESD is alright in the sense that they structured the lectures a bit; following strong complaints from the student feedback from last semester. And I’m still waiting on French, which is tomorrow. Please be good. :D I’ll be good too, I promise.


The first blow

Oh. My. F.

Linear Algebra, this may be your first blow but I’ll get you back for this this semester! On my honour, I shall!

It’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on, it’s comin’ on

A perversion of Gorillaz’s DARE lyrics.

The afternoons are lit by a curious glow as the sun sets, rays sharp and glinting. The air is crisper. Fresher. Newer. It still feels like winter but smells like spring. There’s a hint of summer’s warmth from the grass and the birdsong no longer hangs empty in the chill but calls a sweet longing. We can smell the neighbours’ eucalyptus again instead of the cold mud and the magpies warble and swoop unsuspecting walkers.

Almost everyone else started a few weeks ago while we wait through our last week, laughing at the Medicine kids but secretly wanting the monotony to be pitted with lectures and seminars and practicals. There is a weekend to sleep through and then we’ll step forward into Monday. An entire semester is waiting for us; clubs and sports and commitments. Studying and assignments and projects. There is a thrill but a tang of dread. If we were a good student then perhaps there would be no dread but as we are as we are, we stand in awe before this educational institution.


  • No shirking of study
  • No shirking of work
  • Play violin more
  • Join Wushu
  • Sign up for September’s Boot Camp
  • Make good use of the libraries
  • Find the quiet study areas
  • Submit the work/s for Above Water
  • Submit the work/s for 3WA
  • Sign up for Manifest

We will see how this goes.

In other news, What’s On Low Information Voters’ Minds? by Brian McFadden and Frezned’s The Spider Who Loved Me.

Ooh! Batman movie! Ooh!

I mean, it was great and all but you all know about that, now don’t you? The cinematography. The music. The plot. The fucking incredible acting from the bloody damn-well amazing cast of actors. And you know who the best of that shining flotilla is, so there’s no real point in going on and on about how great it was. How it held me by the soul until the closing credits and only gave them up grudgingly. How Hans Zimmer is incredible. How Christopher Nolan was a great choice. How, even though the Dark Knight was so, incredibly good, it still reeked of franchising and a prequel to future films.

Still, best. Prequel. Ever.

And I would like to draw your attention to today’s xkcd. I’m lovin’ the geekery. ♥


“Jon Whyte” has been deemed fit for employment. Casual telemarketing job, to be precise.

Saw The Counterfeiters [Die Faelscher] at Cinema Nova with BJ after the interview. That area [Carlton] of Melbourne really reminded me of the good old times when my lovely self wasn’t so poor and life wasn’t so full of responsibilities. Then met up with the wife and Jess [they were watching Mongol – BJ refuses to watch it on principle: principle of denying that the Chinese are in any way descendants of this red-blooded Mongol and his hoard] an hour later to check out the wife’s new house [she had finally moved to the house they bought] but the wife had some business with Vic Roads which took too long [Jess left] so the house visit may be postponed to tomorrow.

Back from camp and Guang Liang’s Tong Hua

I’m back from CMG camp and it was pretty awesome in the way that only all Asian gatherings are awesome. All the brilliant actors and singers aside [and there were a lot of them – the production is going to be so good,] I realise that I know no lyrics to Chinese songs that are considered ‘classics,’ so when they all sang along, I hummed. It also made a lot of the station games very difficult and awkward for me as only singing Merry Christmas after a heart-wrenching rendition of Tong Hua can be. Woe.

Lyrics can be found here.

First step goes into the puddle

I got a friend’s friend to teach me how to drive a manually-operated car today. It was pretty exciting. Driving a manual is a lot more fun than automatics, what with all the left leg and arm action. However, since I don’t have a manual car, I’ll have to wait a few years until I can buy my own to have more driving fun.

Went by my old school ‘district’ later for lunch with the aforementioned friend. Fwoar! The nostalgia! I guess at this point, all I can do is smile wryly at the past and keep walking the path I’m on.