Not sure what else to say. Hee xD

it would be very useful to be able to just draw graphs here. we have such wonderful tools to input thoughts in the form of words, and even pictures. but to casually draw graphs and share them? so tedious.

i actually wanted to write about the relationship between temperature and pleasure obtained from tea, and the time dependence of all this.

Do you ever feel like words aren't enough to express how you feel at a given moment, but that if you were given unlimited musical talent, somehow you'd be able to explain it that way?

:/ Probably, right. That's the point of music.

Where are you? I know, I guess, but it's difficult to let go.

I can't seem to tell this to anyone, cuz I don't think anyone I know shares my interest in such nonsense, but I really like Jonathan Coulton's songs! :D :D

I am also on a temporary high because I made some very MINOR progress in my research hahahahaha. Okay sleeptime.

Happy is the heart that still feels pain.

Just wanted to note how the world still remains such an amazing and wonderful place to me. Many things are sad, of course, but just walking home alone, listening to and watching birds in the trees, feeling the wind on my skin... these simple and beautiful experiences remind me what a wonderful thing it is to be alive.

Now that I am angry I've finally found some mood to write. It bothers me immensely that I'm sitting here feeling utterly troubled by his words, genuinely considering his arguments and wondering to the end of me if there might be truth in his statements. Because of the two of us, I am the one doing my best to put myself in the other person's shoes to understand things from his point of view. I will probably lose sleep over this and not regret the time and effort spent mulling over the issue, because as it turns out, I am actually genuinely interested in the truth. It ticks me off to no end that he will not put in this effort, that he in his self-righteous assurance will go to bed tonight utterly pleased that he has and always will be correct. This is the nature of religious "assurance", that somehow "divinely inspired" knowledge is infallible, and it pisses me off. How ironic it is, that beneath his benign smile lies the most frustrating and condescending of all arrogance, the one that says God is on my side, and I know. How ironic it is, that in my fumbling confusion and constant searching it is I, the heathen, who turns out to be the more humble.

HAhaha this might seem trivial to you but YAAAAY my first slashdot post got accepted!! :D :D :D

Yesterday I got waylaid by a frightfully nice little lady at the MRT station, who patiently and caringly shared with me about "God the Mother", which was apparently really important because lots of people didn't know it yet and one wouldn't get eternal life believing in "God the Father" alone.

I searched it up online later and found out she belonged to a rather crazy group of people.

Everything can be twisted...

So I'll just sit here and process data like a good little physics machine that I am. Heh.