In Korean, we say: 배고파.
In Chinese, we say: 我饿了.
In Spanish, we say: Yo tengo hambre.
In English, we say: I'm hungry.
In my current situation, I say: I hungzzzz.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Insert Headlines Below
It's now raining heavily at Stony Brook. Boo hoo, I know. I said in my last post that my teacher called me stupid. Now I have two other things to report (although I'm not really reporting because I know deep down my teacher doesn't mean any of it!)
1. Three days ago, my teacher hit me. :(
2. Today, she called me a bastard in Korean. Her exact words follow this: 나쁜 놈. Or however it's spelled.
1. Three days ago, my teacher hit me. :(
2. Today, she called me a bastard in Korean. Her exact words follow this: 나쁜 놈. Or however it's spelled.
This post's influence was because Jessica forced me to write one.
So why did my teacher hit me and call me stupid? Because I told her the naughty words in Korean that I learned from my friends! It's not my fault. I'm just really easily influenced :'(.
Going to cut this entry short like this:
1. The music show I attended the other day, the pianist proposed to the lead violinist after Samuel Barber's Violin Concerto. She said yes. I think.
2. Taeyang came out with two new songs, 'Where U At' and 'Wedding Dress'. Big Bang came out with 'Let Me Hear Your Voice'. Check them out on YouTube.
3. I get to register for classes in 7 days, ahuahaha.
4. I have a boring life.
So why did my teacher hit me and call me stupid? Because I told her the naughty words in Korean that I learned from my friends! It's not my fault. I'm just really easily influenced :'(.
Going to cut this entry short like this:
1. The music show I attended the other day, the pianist proposed to the lead violinist after Samuel Barber's Violin Concerto. She said yes. I think.
2. Taeyang came out with two new songs, 'Where U At' and 'Wedding Dress'. Big Bang came out with 'Let Me Hear Your Voice'. Check them out on YouTube.
3. I get to register for classes in 7 days, ahuahaha.
4. I have a boring life.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I swear! I'm not stupid!
But my Korean language professor seems to think otherwise. I know we all have those days where like, we're kind of out of it, and then bam! Something hits you in the face.
So I had a similar thing happen to me earlier today (about 18 hours ago, so I guess it was yesterday). Korean class just finished, and as usual, me and two of my classmates are walking with the T.A. and asking her about Korean profanities.
At this point, I'll admit, I was tired as hell. I sleep as much as an old man (or as much as a bear) when it's winter time. So the two classmates ended up having a side conversation, because we all strayed off from the common topic. I was talking to the T.A., making my way down the road towards the Union Building, and then bam! A speed limit sign right in the face.
My initial reaction? My face goes: o_o...? Picture my face with the question mark and the blank stare. That's what I looked like. The two classmates saw the whole thing, and are dying of laughter. The T.A. is covering her face, trying to hide her share of the laughter. And then, as if that wasn't already bad enough, my professor is walking up the road from where we just came from.
Some part of me wishes that the first thing out of her mouth were along the lines of, "Are you okay?" or as if she would have said, "괜찮아요 (gwen-chan-a-yo)?", which virtually means the same thing but in, well, Korean. First thing out of her mouth: 바보 (pa-bo). What could that possibly mean? Especially to people who don't speak or understand an ounce of Korean? It means "stupid."
Yes, my professor called me stupid.
She knew I understood too, so she tried to justify the word: "Oh no, pa-bo in Korean isn't really a bad thing. It just means like...stupid." Not a justification! :'(. But I appreciate the effort, and the fact that my professor is comfortable enough with us to be able to say something like that to me. Yeah...that was the highlight of my day. That and I got a 58 out of 60 on the Korean midterm :).
So I had a similar thing happen to me earlier today (about 18 hours ago, so I guess it was yesterday). Korean class just finished, and as usual, me and two of my classmates are walking with the T.A. and asking her about Korean profanities.
At this point, I'll admit, I was tired as hell. I sleep as much as an old man (or as much as a bear) when it's winter time. So the two classmates ended up having a side conversation, because we all strayed off from the common topic. I was talking to the T.A., making my way down the road towards the Union Building, and then bam! A speed limit sign right in the face.
My initial reaction? My face goes: o_o...? Picture my face with the question mark and the blank stare. That's what I looked like. The two classmates saw the whole thing, and are dying of laughter. The T.A. is covering her face, trying to hide her share of the laughter. And then, as if that wasn't already bad enough, my professor is walking up the road from where we just came from.
Some part of me wishes that the first thing out of her mouth were along the lines of, "Are you okay?" or as if she would have said, "괜찮아요 (gwen-chan-a-yo)?", which virtually means the same thing but in, well, Korean. First thing out of her mouth: 바보 (pa-bo). What could that possibly mean? Especially to people who don't speak or understand an ounce of Korean? It means "stupid."
Yes, my professor called me stupid.
She knew I understood too, so she tried to justify the word: "Oh no, pa-bo in Korean isn't really a bad thing. It just means like...stupid." Not a justification! :'(. But I appreciate the effort, and the fact that my professor is comfortable enough with us to be able to say something like that to me. Yeah...that was the highlight of my day. That and I got a 58 out of 60 on the Korean midterm :).
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Forget Post Below
Obviously, I got too lazy to update the post below. Hopefully, I'll get to it one day (assuming I remember what I was going to talk about.) Currently listening to "River Flows in You" by Yiruma so the song can get stuck in my head, so I can go and play it on the piano. If I can manage to learn that by myself, I'm going to move on to learning "Kiss the Rain" by the same composer. Such an amazing pianist.
Recent Decision(s):
1. Play piano again.
2. Start writing more (and editing papers and whatnot).
3. Finish the story I got hired to write, which falls under a genre I prefer not to write though -.-;...
4. Do super well in my four remaining classes, including studying for my upcoming fifty question quiz in LIN250/AAS250.
5. Double-check with what the fuck is going on with my transfer credits, so I won't need to take WRT102 next semester, which throws me completely off track for graduation if I have to take it.
6. Be less of a dick when editing stuff (Sorry Jessica Yu).
7. Spend less money.
8. Study some more.
9. And find some time to play amidst the studying.
10. And go do the number two (not writing more, if you catch my drift) after I finish this list.
Why? Because I know I can do it, duh. And because I want to.
Recent Decision(s):
1. Play piano again.
2. Start writing more (and editing papers and whatnot).
3. Finish the story I got hired to write, which falls under a genre I prefer not to write though -.-;...
4. Do super well in my four remaining classes, including studying for my upcoming fifty question quiz in LIN250/AAS250.
5. Double-check with what the fuck is going on with my transfer credits, so I won't need to take WRT102 next semester, which throws me completely off track for graduation if I have to take it.
6. Be less of a dick when editing stuff (Sorry Jessica Yu).
7. Spend less money.
8. Study some more.
9. And find some time to play amidst the studying.
10. And go do the number two (not writing more, if you catch my drift) after I finish this list.
Why? Because I know I can do it, duh. And because I want to.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
To Drop...or Not to Drop...
...that is the major issue at hand.
Linguistics 201 (Phonetics) isn't very useful for me, since I've decided to remain an English major. It fulfills a DEC which I have already fulfilled, and will hamper my GPA if I remain in the class. So the issue at hand is, do I want a W and only thirteen credits for this semester on my transcript? Or do I want a lower GPA with seventeen credits?
TO-DO LIST:
1) Korean Homework
2) Music Homework
3) Study for Korean Exams (vocabulary)
- Call Kerriann and/or Kristin
- Or just Facebook them.
4) Sleep before 12:00 AM!!
Linguistics 201 (Phonetics) isn't very useful for me, since I've decided to remain an English major. It fulfills a DEC which I have already fulfilled, and will hamper my GPA if I remain in the class. So the issue at hand is, do I want a W and only thirteen credits for this semester on my transcript? Or do I want a lower GPA with seventeen credits?
TO-DO LIST:
1) Korean Homework
2) Music Homework
3) Study for Korean Exams (vocabulary)
- Call Kerriann and/or Kristin
- Or just Facebook them.
4) Sleep before 12:00 AM!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Well...
...my ear still hurts, holy crap.
That and I wonder who the fuck dumped oatmeal in the bathroom sink and stole the fire hydrant from the kitchen. Now the whole building is banned from the kitchen.
That and I wonder who the fuck dumped oatmeal in the bathroom sink and stole the fire hydrant from the kitchen. Now the whole building is banned from the kitchen.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Today's Awesome News
I'm about to go to sleep for a good, well-deserved ten hours.
*squeal*
In addition, I am still not done with studying for midterms. I actually never expected there to be midterms in the first month of school, which is so uncool to me. Studying after classes until 4 in the morning; putting off meals to finish reviewing chapters; taking naps thirty minutes before class; snacking on a countless amount of Nature Valley bars. These are only some of the things that matter to me.
I miss being able to get a full twelve hours plus of sleep. When I was at John Jay, I'd be sleeping all the time, and trust me, it felt good. Nowadays, I actually have to try (which I love to do, honestly). I put all my textbooks away on the other side of my desk in an attempt to not look at them, but my damn peripheral vision keeps letting me catch glimpses of them. So in order to stop myself, I came up with a plan!
1. Do homework.
2. Finish salad.
3. Do more homework.
4. Snack on Nature Valley bars.
5. Smoke (and/or blog).
6. SLEEP.
Yeah, that's about all. I'm on step five right now, so after this blog, I shall reward myself with a cigarette -- even though many other people would argue with me and say it's more of a punishment. Don't knock it 'till you're addicted. And I'm going to stop now.
...This was supposed to be a one-liner, but it looked so empty and alone next to the other one-liner. Now I'll stop.
*squeal*
In addition, I am still not done with studying for midterms. I actually never expected there to be midterms in the first month of school, which is so uncool to me. Studying after classes until 4 in the morning; putting off meals to finish reviewing chapters; taking naps thirty minutes before class; snacking on a countless amount of Nature Valley bars. These are only some of the things that matter to me.
I miss being able to get a full twelve hours plus of sleep. When I was at John Jay, I'd be sleeping all the time, and trust me, it felt good. Nowadays, I actually have to try (which I love to do, honestly). I put all my textbooks away on the other side of my desk in an attempt to not look at them, but my damn peripheral vision keeps letting me catch glimpses of them. So in order to stop myself, I came up with a plan!
1. Do homework.
2. Finish salad.
3. Do more homework.
4. Snack on Nature Valley bars.
5. Smoke (and/or blog).
6. SLEEP.
Yeah, that's about all. I'm on step five right now, so after this blog, I shall reward myself with a cigarette -- even though many other people would argue with me and say it's more of a punishment. Don't knock it 'till you're addicted. And I'm going to stop now.
...This was supposed to be a one-liner, but it looked so empty and alone next to the other one-liner. Now I'll stop.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Person A
Yesterday I was talking to my friend, whom I shall dub as Person A for this entry, on AOL Instant Messenger. We almost broke morning talking, with her doing most of the talking, as I edited her essay for grammatical and style errors. While I edited her essay and pretended to listen to her babble on random subjects, seriously, I almost cried.
It's not that she's not intelligent. Or stupid. Or even retarded. She's just a murderer. A murderer of the English language. Throughout her entire essay, she managed to butcher the simplest of words and then continued to disregard the rules of proper grammar. On top of that, I even had her start her own blog so she could strengthen her grammar and vocabulary, yet it yielded some bad results such as:
Spaces after an ellipsis.
Tense changes mid-sentence.
Redundant articles that do nothing but improve word count.
Fragmented AND run-on sentences.
Abuse of capitalization in the wrong places.
Splitting of compound words. ("Masterpiece does not equal master piece.")
I seriously almost cried. For her birthday, I gave her a style book that also doubled as a book on punctuation. It seems that book is doing nothing but gathering dust in a corner of her house, as I am convinced she opened it like twice and then decided she wanted nothing more to do with it. I was willing to ignore her errors, as writing is also a learning process. As the old saying goes: "We learn from our mistakes." ...Or whatever the actual saying is.
I'm proud of her, however. We both come from New York City. I find it safe to say that English isn't one of the more "important" subjects from New York City schools. She desires to become a journalist, which usually condones knowing the rules of grammar (I guess that's why we have editors). I was convinced that her dream would go unfound, and she would end up like the grammar book I gave to her for her birthday. And I say this in the nicest way possible, if possible.
After comparing her essay to her blog, however, I can now see that her grammar wasn't as terrible as I thought it was. From a shocking, thirty plus errors in a two page, double-spaced essay...to a one page blog with only three visible errors, my eyes were opened to the fact that she does have it in her to become a journalist.
Don't get me wrong, I'm convinced that she won't be working for the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. But her voice in the blog is so clear and fresh. You can almost feel her excitement as she goes into detail about what she does. It's like reading a blog, but one of the blogs that make you feel happy inside. It takes work to convey emotions into an assignment. And I believe that if she manages to grasp that concept, she'll find her dream through all the city dust.
Everything above is fictional. If there is any likeness to a real person, it is all coincidental. This is experimental writing.
It's not that she's not intelligent. Or stupid. Or even retarded. She's just a murderer. A murderer of the English language. Throughout her entire essay, she managed to butcher the simplest of words and then continued to disregard the rules of proper grammar. On top of that, I even had her start her own blog so she could strengthen her grammar and vocabulary, yet it yielded some bad results such as:
Spaces after an ellipsis.
Tense changes mid-sentence.
Redundant articles that do nothing but improve word count.
Fragmented AND run-on sentences.
Abuse of capitalization in the wrong places.
Splitting of compound words. ("Masterpiece does not equal master piece.")
I seriously almost cried. For her birthday, I gave her a style book that also doubled as a book on punctuation. It seems that book is doing nothing but gathering dust in a corner of her house, as I am convinced she opened it like twice and then decided she wanted nothing more to do with it. I was willing to ignore her errors, as writing is also a learning process. As the old saying goes: "We learn from our mistakes." ...Or whatever the actual saying is.
I'm proud of her, however. We both come from New York City. I find it safe to say that English isn't one of the more "important" subjects from New York City schools. She desires to become a journalist, which usually condones knowing the rules of grammar (I guess that's why we have editors). I was convinced that her dream would go unfound, and she would end up like the grammar book I gave to her for her birthday. And I say this in the nicest way possible, if possible.
After comparing her essay to her blog, however, I can now see that her grammar wasn't as terrible as I thought it was. From a shocking, thirty plus errors in a two page, double-spaced essay...to a one page blog with only three visible errors, my eyes were opened to the fact that she does have it in her to become a journalist.
Don't get me wrong, I'm convinced that she won't be working for the New York Times or Wall Street Journal. But her voice in the blog is so clear and fresh. You can almost feel her excitement as she goes into detail about what she does. It's like reading a blog, but one of the blogs that make you feel happy inside. It takes work to convey emotions into an assignment. And I believe that if she manages to grasp that concept, she'll find her dream through all the city dust.
Everything above is fictional. If there is any likeness to a real person, it is all coincidental. This is experimental writing.
First Steps at SBU
So I've been at Stony Brook for four weeks now, this week being the fourth. Campus life is pretty depressing on the weekends. Dorm life, however, is much funner than I would have ever imagined. Asides from my occasional drinking binge with my roommate (only when he has guests over, which is like every other week), I met some cool people in my hall. I don't think I'd be able to bring up funny stories from my time here yet, only slightly nasty ones that involve vomit and dorm food.
I live in a 24/7 quiet building in the furthest building from the buildings where all the classes are. I'd guess there'd be some others just as far, but the building I live in is more commonly known. The hall I live in, however, is never 24/7 quiet. Although my room is quiet as hell, there are kids that smoke pot in their room and stay quiet, kids that LAN party until 2 or 3 in the morning (those jerks never close their door or stop shouting), a few kids that blast Korean music from their room, and even kids that just scream Chinese words (not sure if they're profanities or not; my Chinese is limited) from room to room.
Classes have been great, except for my morning Phonetics class, which I have missed three times now due to waking up late or waking up with a hangover. It's not that I don't enjoy it, it's more like I can't catch up without studying -- which I plan on doing...very soon. Korean so far has been fairly easy, especially since my professor thinks I'm Korean, even though I argue that I'm not.
I only stay for the whole time in Statistics to be respectful to my professor, who manages to have at least half the class leave midway during the lecture. It's really sad and I feel bad for him even though he manages to look like he doesn't care. I'm also really enjoying my Elements of Music class, which I'm only taking to fulfill a DEC (Diverse Education C-- something) requirement.
Classes aside, the kids that I talk to in this school are pretty cool. Obviously, I have the kids that I know from high school and still talk to. I see them everywhere, at least one every day. There are some kids that went to my high school who I don't know, but am now friends with. There are the kids who I met through them, who are also my friends now. And then there are the students in my class, who I'm also friends with now. It's amazing how fast you can make friends here.
I think the main difference between campus life and life while attending John Jay is the networking oppurtunities offered here. Of course, the education is better too, but the networking is amazing here. From friends to friends of friends, you end up meeting a lot of people that you would have never met in a CUNY. Dorming life allows me to actually slow down my pace and have time to talk to strangers, while at John Jay, I didn't really have that option. My friends aren't restricted to people I meet in my classes, but now they extend outwards to people I would have never though I would have become friends with.
All in all, life at Stony has been pretty good. I find things to do when times are really boring (I just study). Food sucks, no matter how you look at it. Only their burgers are okay because they taste normal, but even then, they still kind of suck. I'm hoping the next few weeks of school will continue to yield new oppurtunities. That's all for this post!
Word of the Day:
자요 I probably managed to get this wrong >_>...
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