I have essentially been MIA since Spring Break (despite my post about coming back with more updates). I failed to return to my computer/keyboard habitat and update the blog. Though not all is lost. Lots of stuff has happened in the past couple weeks, and I successfully updated several entries in my Portfolio section of the website. Be sure to visit to discover tons of interesting tidbits of the creative projects I’ve done over my recent semesters. More is definitely to come! Backtracking to personal happenings, I visited EFuzzy in Cambridge/Boston several weeks ago, and boy was it a blast. Read More
And we’re back! Perhaps this comes as relief to those few of you who check up on my blog entries: “Ahhh, finally, our tri-daily dose of Chris.”
Regardless, it’s been a pretty busy past week leading up to Spring Break. And now that Spring Break has hit, I’ve gotten a chance to take it easy. Maybe a bit too easy… On the news front, the Go Club at UVa recently assembled a healthy Go Team at UVa and competed for the first time this past Saturday in a tournament match against Princeton. I played Board 5 (which basically means I suck), and ended up losing horribly due to an amaetur mistake at the very beginning of my game (ARGH!). UVa had a narrow 2-3 loss, and I feel partially responsible for the third loss (forever alone). While all most of the other players who lost were crushed, my play style, I feel, was comparable, if not slightly better, than my opponent, but I let him gain the upper hand too early in the match. How unfortunate. Otherwise, it was a wonderful, thrilling experience to get the team organized and in competition mode. We’re totally looking forward to the next match in two weeks. Read More
I was part of this “magnet” magazine back in high school, called “Silver Quest.” It was a really small club/organization, and many of us had to pitch in areas that we weren’t inherently comfortable with. I personally volunteered myself to write an article but eventually failed to complete it. I had proposed to write an editorial or commentary (with some quotes by students) about why the backpacks that they carried around in high school were so ginormous.
The insane weight and bulkiness of high school backpacks aren’t exactly a national or international trend. Some students never carry a backpack at all. This is also true in College/University. Some courses don’t even require textbooks, so what would be the point in lugging so much extra weight only to cause potential harm to your spine? High school had it’s issue though, with some schools having all 7-9 classes every day (some had block schedules (alternating between even/odd periods by day)), basically inviting students to carry about eight textbooks worth of extra baggage. Granted, some classes like English had really small books, but they were still extra items that we’d have to stuff and put into our bags every morning (or at least, I never prepare my school stuff the night before). Read More
Happy Belated Valentine’s Day. I felt like writing a Valentine’s Day post on the 14th, but got caught up in studying for an Organic Chemistry exam and thought that abiding to my three day post schedule wouldn’t hurt all that much. Valentine’s Day, or otherwise known as Singles Awareness Day, passed without much event, though Facebook was pretty flooded with the hearts and kisses. Now it’s story time.
I mentioned in Outburst #018 that I had lost my keys, consequently locking myself out of my own dorm. I lost my keys on Tuesday two weeks ago (February 1st) and found them on Saturday last week (February 12th). Most normally, one would cry in frustration at having lost their keys by the second day of being locked out of their room (I began to practice a ritual of knocking on my dorm door to see if anyone would let me in) and hurry to purchase (quite expensively) a new set of keys. Being the frugal man that I am, I thought that getting new keys wouldn’t be worthwhile. I had faith that somewhere out in the world, a samaritan would find the lost keys and turn them in. I had already reached out to our University’s main Lost and Found location, as well as our University Transport System to call me if they came upon the green Hereford lanyard (which I mistakenly called a leo-nard (a strange hybrid of lanyard and leotard) at the time T^T)) that my keys were attached to. Read More
It’s probably pretty standard to visit a friend’s home and expect to be treated reasonably kindly. This host-guest relationship, though quite common, possesses variant levels of hospitality. During our college years, there isn’t much to really offer a guest really besides water, a snack, or the occasional drink of alcohol. My dorm room is shared with another roommate causing the space to become more public and less personable. In contrast, my parents’ (and subsequently, mine) home, is an established haven, and is considered “our territory.” With said territory established, the responsibility falls on those who own the space to care for guests who enter or visit. This doesn’t entirely apply to dorm rooms, though, since limited space, limited funds, and limited everything create difficulty in really offering any hospitality of considerable mention (besides the, here…sit on my…bed?). I was surprised, however, when I had to crash at linzian’s place for an evening. Read More
No kidding. Who says people can’t breathe fire? Certain indirect methods allow us to blow flames with our mouths, so it’s rather unfortunate that we can’t realistically smote our enemies with dragon fire breath or shinobi katon techniques. Don’t despair, though, my brethren! There is an alternative path of darkness that will unleash your unlimited potential: the power of Thai curry.
Why Thai curry? Spice. Those of you who are more spice veterans out there may be skeptical, but for a total spice eating noob like me, Thai curry is basically a 15 on my scale of 10 for spicy food (and I normally cannot handle a 4). Granted, our Thai host might have added a bit too much spice into the curry, and home cooked curry probably isn’t exactly representative of Thai food in general (neither is curry paste from a bag), but the curry spice levels were already way off my operating radar. High consumption levels of milk (basic) and orange juice (acidic…whut…so why orange juice) were required, probably resulting in my stomach having reached 130% capacity, with mixture levels at 75% liquid, 25% curry. Brain nearly malfunctioned. Read More
On the eve of Chinese New Year, supper is a feast with family. Pigs, ducks, chicken, and sweet delicacies line the table. Children and adults set off firecrackers into the allies and night skies. The next morning, children greet their parents, parents greet relatives, and wishes for a healthy and happy new year are exchanged. Money is received in red paper envelopes, lanterns are raised, and couplets are hung. The Chinese New Year tradition invites one and all to reconcile, forget all grudges, and sincerely wish peace and happiness for everyone. Read More
Toro and I would like to present to you a chronicling of our adventures in California as we spend some time helping our mother move into her new apartment. Though, due to really sporadic internet availability as we frolick between homes, furniture stores, and restaurants, we will not be able to post an immediate photo-diary of our wonderful excursions (since we’re basically shopping/building furniture the entire time). Additionally, my travelling laptop doesn’t handle masses of picture editing too kindly, so it even may have to wait until school starts up again next week. Regardless, Toro is quite excited to personally show you what we’ve been doing, from pointing out the lack of any green vegetation in Fremont to experiencing our very first trip (ever) to IKEA (zomg).