| Cambridge Open Day |
[Dec. 12th, 2005|10:44 pm] |
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| |  amused | ] |
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| | Skindred - Pressure | ] |
I can see the headline : "17 year old Murdered By Maths questions".
Yes, it was fsking solid. Seriously tricky questions and exams and everything. But it was fun. However, what stuck me was the place itself...
"The door slowly creaked open, to reveal a crackling fire, and a hunced old man, who very slowly and methodically, held the old knarled rail as he moved towards the solid oak door. 'here for interview?' he croacked through a thick accent on his way past. 'yes', I replied nervously, 'what?' he half shoulded back. It was obvious he was hard of hearing, and I had plenty of time to gather another answer as he slowly moved methodically along the narrow coridor towards me, the cold stone walls allowing little room for us both. 'ah, good, good', he replied as he slammed the second oak door behind him. Later, I was shown a repeat performance in the opposite direction, as he moved towards his richly furnished chamber, strongly contrasting the freezing stone wall of the spiral staircase he crossed and the coridor. I wondered how he managed to move up a staircase twisting so much, and so narrow. The stairs were thick oak beams, across the stone walls, and must afford little space to passers by"
see, apart from the liberal splashes of adjectives, THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. It's all like, that, and radiated that kinda filmy academic but chilled aura. It emits pure math, out of it's very nature. Wherever you turn, there is a n^2 ready to attack you, and it you are not ready, you will be swarmed by the powers that are n(n-1).
It is a FANTASTIC place, and I am regretting that now, since I am sure I failed it all. Everything was too hard. Had a good day tho. |
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| lol |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|10:45 pm] |
No, I shall not explain the play, work it out, except to say that, yes some of it is serious and lots of it is me trying to make it as poor as it can be. :p
I want. |
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| Thy Mother is thy mother |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|09:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Act 1 Scene 1
YourDad : Were it that I was insincere and but affecting my love for thee, I would be as a vi implimentation on a unix, perfection thrown away.
YourMum : Ah, but some well chose words can be speak of their honesty, pray?
YourDad : Chide thy mockings! If thy but felt as I...
YourMum : Perchance I would conjure words as thee to keep all I "felt" available to feel. Love is but a drugging of the senses, prethee
YouSuck : I do but wish that convoluted language was less used for it feels it is but escapism for those less willing or able to use it better ways.
If language could be true,
I would be closer to you.
Act 1 Scene 2
YourMum : Ahhhh! Your mum.
Act 1 Scene 3
YourMum : Have thy seen the polliteness of these low Yuvvs?
YourDad : bothered, I can not be, to mock the lamentations of those who refuse to apply themselves, but reflect on thine railery taken too far as words of attack upon them.
Sam : Peni.
Act 2 Scene 1
YourMum : For my country! Or my faith! Or whatfor else I believe, I shall not revoke, for that is a sign of the week!
YourDad : Today, but the fashions are; but fickleness could indeed be the epitony of the moment, wherefore acceptance is championed as it's hero.
Act 2 Scene 2
YourDad : Ahh! Your mum is your mum.
Act 2 Scene 3
YourMum : these constant interuptions! Aha! Meta theatre! My wit proceeds! I am done.
YourDad : You have no appriciation of the conceptual!
YourMum : Nay! 'twas too deep for me at birth, it's social commentry is alone in advancing society.
YourDad : A second irony, your concept adheres to your satire's goal!
YourMum : The meta! For it is too much.
The meaning, by study, may be obtained,
what is that for those who will but be entertained?
Act 3 Scene 1
YourMum : Art thee gay?
YourDad : of course not! Should you be?
YourMum : Does thine retort betray thy wish for the same gender?
YourDad : I shall being the wroth of punishment on thee for thy offence!
YourMum : It should ne'er gone this far!
YourDad : too late! Thine art defeated!
YouSuck : That spiralled as the fools who chase sptites, they become as caracatures themselves.
And men, by lean,
do oft offence to others, dream.
Act 3 Scene 2
YouSuck : You suck
It seems I have been compromised and assimilated, does it not?
Act 3 Scene 3
YourMum : Upon! The time flows onwards and expands into the lazy hours. Both my glass and my mind are for want of it's removal, for, by faith, it is penance that it allows us to play.
YourDad : Time! None of it we have! Your moon will invalidate all I say.
YourMum : Faith, it shan't lest you repeat what I say, for they wit ist more than it!
YourDad : I have lost, All I do be wrong. all I hope be fallacy. Kindness is my only hope.
YourMum : You suck!
YourDad : obsequious flattery is the only way.
YouSuck : This argument shall end when temps are neigh,
and they, once more, in love, are high,
If someone t'other I should not be,
when then, is, what I do not me?
And now it is time for this play to end,
until, for greater profit, I should append!
Exerent.
Epilogue (spoken by YouSuck)
As this triolgy of 3 draws itself to an extinction, but what fate can we ask, unashamedly, at the hands of those who critique us? Hypocracy indeed is embedded, 'tis it not, in the nature of what it is, and what it is is but satire disguised as foolery and foolery described as meaning. For what is said, is not inverse to what ncecessitates what is said, for irony in satire, may itself say something. Does confusion tell us much? "Perhaps 'tis elitist", where arguments flow from here, tis ironoc that the clever are the best to justify an null argument.
for faith, see real social comentry in all around you and stick with it always.
Love out. |
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| hmz |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|08:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Story of the Year - Until the day I die | ] |
Well, the damn Cross country woman killed me with a 50 min uncompromising run. *dies*. Tired as hell anyway, so I think I may actually just crash out totally in a min.
*dies*
(this was posted yesterday, accidently private) |
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| Hmz |
[Dec. 6th, 2005|11:43 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ending theme to kanon. | ] |
Maths consists of writing stuff:
I like programming in a room,
I like programming in a tomb,
I like programming in a bed,
I like programming on my head,
I like programming while taking shrooms,
I like programming while using a broom,
I like programming, it gives me a kick
I like programming, while playing with my ... PC.
Christopher Brown and Gareth Bryning
If you think thats bad, you should see the play "thy mother is thy mother". It's done now, with epilogue.
Anyway, critcal thinking and on the bus, scored major geek points for reading plato. Kudos out to Jonathan for making me persevere with it, thank you a million times, and everyone else, you should read it (republic). Learnt also about the fantastic ability to now register yourmumlikes.co.ck S'all good.
Finished Kanon 6. It was AMAZING. I WANNA SEE 7!!! Piro! It's like drugs, I swear. It has power over me like you can't imagine. However, nothing, nothing at all has more power than:
Only a lover lost burns in Ghostfire. says:
i trust you
(as in, not to stay up).
Yeah. I'm off to bed. Cya. |
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| Me |
[Dec. 5th, 2005|11:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kanon ending song - episode 5. | ] |
Serious comment now. This is why I daren't try smoking or drugs.
Addicted.
As hell.
It is ONLY because there are only 6 episodes in this folder that I may stop. If the ending to six is good, I may actually sit up and watch them.
It's sooo stupid. But I'd forgotten how addictive anime can be. |
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| No, no |
[Dec. 5th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  addicted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | kanon ending theme | ] |
come on. A monster and Fate/Stay Night-esque feel?
No, one more. Come on. I am only on 3.
I'll sleep in frees or something. |
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| Yeah |
[Dec. 5th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  scared | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kanon ending song | ] |
This is really really bad.
Terrible.
omg.
Yeah. I am addicted to it.
Kanon. Why the hell did I rewatch episode 1.
This is seriously seriously bad.
Ok, just one more.
Just one.
Or two.
Look, just the first couple.
Oh crap.
Help.
I am so screwed tomorrow.
OMFG I can't even skip the f***** ending credits, it's that good. |
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| Hmz |
[Dec. 5th, 2005|08:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Myself playing Oasis - Wonderwall and failing to sing | ] |
Nya~
1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.
1. Farore because thats my handle online, and has been. God of wind from Zelda.
2. My journal is Farore's Blog because it provided a handy hint to what it is.
3. I have no subtitle because I'm not cool enough for that
4. My friends page is called Bob. But only on weekends
5. My default userpic is my crappy sketch of me, because I still suck to much to do a better one, and anyway, it has nostalgic value now.
Yeah, today was average, except that on my own, I managed to caluculate the speed of sound with 8 tuning forks and a ruler to within 10 ms^-1 of the right value and also play tunes on them. Which I am chuffed about.
I was watching kanon, but msn took over and now I am just frittering away time as I always seem to do. It's a bad habit, I swear. Obviously www.purevolume.com makes it suddenly all ok that I am doing no work. Doesn't it?
Ah well. gont g. |
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| Worrying |
[Dec. 4th, 2005|09:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nikki FM - Hawthorne Heights | ] |
Yay! It's December, the best month of them all!
Anyway, friday was totally insane, because I wrote a rather worrying play mocking everything I could think of. It's not yet complete, but I may post it. It's very very stupid and worrying.
Sat was Emily's party, which was awesome. Met Jonathan, who is cool, and we experimented on some Quartz and stuff. Apart from that, just a cool party. Got up very late today and have done very little of anything. Don't worry, the next one will most likely be much longer, as I write out my play and my ideas for building random stuff. |
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| Worrying.... |
[Dec. 1st, 2005|10:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Deus Ex main title by Alex Brandon. | ] |
Yes, I am actually listening to : Alex Brandon - Deus Ex Main Title.
Yes, that music that plays on the press start screen.
How cool am I?
Today was a bit of a run around. They didn't need me for a tour, but thats ok, it was boring last time. Thrashed Richard at Mario Kart, which makes up for his thrashing of me at Meteos.
Then went down high to watch Jonathan get accosted by every damn teacher there. Went into down for coke and to look for a hat with Clo, and then went back for a recap of kirchoff's laws, with teh hardest example you have ever seen.
Then wrote out every damn vertex in my mesh of a cube (triangle based, you see) and then the battery ran out. Apparently I should be doing 3 hours revision a night (uh oh).
After the snow we had a few days ago (Ross made up for my lack of sad girls, by being sad and looking like one), it's getting milder. How lame. |
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| Ultimate quiz |
[Nov. 27th, 2005|09:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Guns and Roses - sweet child of mine | ] |
Yeah, I got:
ULTIMATE PERSONALITY TEST
Take it here!
Loyal 90%
Romantic 90%
Clever 70%
Frustrated 50%
Dependent 30%
Yeah, not too bad. |
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| It has finally happened |
[Nov. 26th, 2005|08:58 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Do As Infinity - Standing on the hill | ] |
Yes, yesterday, FINAL IN JAPAN concert happened.
Do As Infinity are no more.
My favourite band of all time, who I have followed obsessively... gone.
I am actually really bothered by this, DAI have meant so much to me, which is weird. I mean, you know what people are like when they lose the football. Or when England lose something. It's like that for me, but so so much worse.
My friend will remember how I used to bounce around when a new album came out, and listen to them solidly, and rave about them being the best thing ever. They were.
I can't write an epitaph, because I am, and never ever will be good enough at writing to give them what they deserve. I can never ever give back to them what they gave me, and for that, I am sorry, because I owe so much.
I don't know what else I can say. Thank you will never be enough...
So long, dear friends....
No. Thank you. |
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| lol |
[Nov. 25th, 2005|11:46 pm] |
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| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | If I had changed my mind - Tom Vek | ] |
Click here.
Take the quiz.
Post your results.
( See faroreko's results. ) |
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| hmz |
[Nov. 24th, 2005|09:09 pm] |
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| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | WHERE ARE THERE LIONS? ONLY IN KENYA. ONLY IN KENYA DO WE H. | ] |
Hey, remember when I had 1.2 litres of coke a day?
yeah, it's FARORE'S MATH CLASS!!!!!!!!
34.0mg of Caffeine per 330ml
1.2 litres each day
therefore 123.6 mg taken in! yay!
"just 100mg a day- the amount in half a cup of coffee- can produce side effects such as headaches, fatigue and nausia
This means that interruption of the regular use produces a characteristic withdrawal syndrome, the most conspicuous feature of which is an often severe headache that can be relieved by taking caffeine.
Long-term effects of a toxic nature do not appear evident when regular caffeine use is below about 650 mg a day - equivalent to about eight or nine average cups of coffee. Above this level, users may suffer from chronic insomnia, persistent anxiety and depression, and stomach ulcers. Caffeine use appears to be associated with irregular heartbeat and may raise cholesterol levels."
oh fun. Yeah.
Today I lost oft at Meteos, however, I beat Gareth's top score with the ninja scribble dudettes, so it's ok. Thats about it.
ok, last time on the "only in kenya" song. It's classic and never gets old. |
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| Just a quick note. |
[Nov. 23rd, 2005|11:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | n/a | ] |
Hey, these free periods where we "work really hard" are now DS tournaments. Meteos was todays game, and it's great.
Missed games to "prepare" the debate, where we all agreed that the goblins do indeed, hate nuclear weapons. However we printed off so much we actually did end up with something for the debate. Which was nice.
The debate was not like the one at school, points were torn down, and any weakness was exploited to the full. Jonathan and I won, by "a very very slight margin". It was SERIOUSLY tough, and well done to all the teams, except Derby cos they didn't turn up.
Afterwards, I told my rents that it ran late and went to watch FLOW at the charlotte. Twas good, though I had to leave without having seen much. Leaves me typing, tired, now, missing many points and probably making no sense. God knows what my spelling/grammar is like :P.
Love out to the world!
f|<0 |
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| Perls of wisdom from bathrooms |
[Nov. 20th, 2005|10:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | something vaiguely dance/trancy | ] |
My mother was the travel agent for guilt trips.
If you can piss this high, join the fire department.
- On the wall in the men's restroom at a height of 6 feet.
If Bush were captain of the Titanic, he'd say we were stopping for ice.
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
God is dead.
- Nietzsche
Nietzsche is dead.
- God
JESUS SAVES!
But wouldn't it be better if he had invested?
You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the hell she is.
In Taiwan, the translation of the Pepsi slogan "Come alive with the Pepsi Generation" came out as "Pepsi will bring your ancestors back from the dead."
Also in Chinese, the Kentucky Fried Chicken slogan "finger-lickin' good" came out as "eat your fingers off."
Phone Messages :
Hello, you've reached Jim and Sonya. We can't pick up the phone right now, because we're doing something we really enjoy. Sonya likes doing it up and down, and I like doing it left to right... real slowly. So leave a message, and when we're done brushing our teeth we'll get back to you.
(Narrator's voice:) There Dale sits, reading a magazine. Suddenly the telephone rings! The bathroom explodes into a veritable maelstrom of toilet paper, with Dale in the middle of it, his arms windmilling at incredible speeds! Will he make it in time? Alas no, his valiant effort is in vain. The bell hath sounded. Thou must leave a message.
Hi. I'm probably home, I'm just avoiding someone I don't like. Leave me a message, and if I don't call back, it's you.
[Hickory Daily Record, 12-21-92] Ken Charles Barger, 47, accidentally shot himself to death in December in Newton, N. C., when, awakening to the sound of a ringing telephone beside his bed, he reached for the phone but grabbed instead a Smith & Wesson .38 Special, which discharged when he drew it to his ear.
Upon getting into an elevator a passenger asked, "Is this lift going up?" "No, replied someone at the back, "We're going to fool everyone this time and go sideways."
Real Answers from Tests Given Sixth Graders:
There are 26 vitamins in all, but some of the letters are yet to be discovered.
Mushrooms always grow in damp places, which is why they look like umbrellas.
And my person fav, from a bathroom wall :
God made pot. Man made beer. Who do you trust? |
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| hmz |
[Nov. 19th, 2005|10:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nirvana - Smells like teen spirit. | ] |
Dear diary,
Today has been a boring mix of work and driving, and I know tomorrow can only offer similar. Can't wait until Wednesday and debating. Worried at how little I have managed to do today.
love from,
Chris. |
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| Gah |
[Nov. 18th, 2005|10:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blink 182 - Always | ] |
Yeah, Sophie beat me again, even with Jonathan. Gah. 7-6, with like 5 billion abstentions.
Failed the Physics mock, but looked like everyone did. |
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| Gont G ++ |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None. | ] |
Today has been rather insane. Maths set us a tonne of homework, and was the same old "you got it right, but I gave you a B cos you made some careless errors" story that I have been hearing for last 4 years. Just waiting to be told that about an exam *worries*.
Then I did a tour, which I timed badly and was too shy for. Recomending the school without being sycophantic. At least he was a Physics/IT dude, so it was ok. that went on from 10:30 until break. Then I did some physics papers. Even got the Dr (dunctard) to help me out a bit. Chloe gave me two really cool badges (although she doesn't like the "fuck censorship" one, so I might not wear it).
The end of the day involved evil-little-vi-dude who is actually both a really nice guy and far to clever. It's not fair, I feel so dumb next to him. So he explained to me the Cambridge book, or bits that I had been thick on (duh, Fn-1Fn+1 - Fn^2 = (-1)n means for the fibanaci numbers not all integers, what the fuck was I smoking?). Still not worked on my code and missed the Cambridge meeting. Oh well, I'm not going to get in and I do want to go to Imperial now.
Anyway, I have done a fsking tonne of physics papers tonight and am very proud of myself. Debate tomorow. Should be good. I have to beat Sophie McCabe someday (she beat me twice in Germany). I have Johnathan and she has Tom Allen. I gotta beat her....
I do have like 10 reasons why M.A.D is stupid, so I should be ok. I also have the offical machine gun of debating, the unstopable force known as Jonathan. w00t. |
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