Soak up the Sun

And here I am, with my first cambridge exams 2 weeks away, and the weather is just too beautiful. I’m sure that everyone who comes here has a vision of what they think studying here will be like. Lounging on the grass, having sandwiches, reading interesting books and having intellectual conversations. There will be punting down the river and feeling the history of hundreds of years of geniuses having passed through thses halls. Unfortunately, you get lots of greyness for the first two terms, and when things start to get really beautiful, you have to sit in your room. Or the library. And prepare for exams. Sigh.

Enough Already

I was watching Bishop Williamson (one of the 4 no-longer-excommunicated-Holocaust-deniers) on the BBC website and because of that, I’ve finally decided my position on Holocaust denial. When you look at the guy, there isn’t a shred of doubt. It isn’t a half-crazed shouting about how there is a huge Jewish conspiracy. There is a sincere belief in fact: the gas chambers never existed.

Aliens and Garrets

So the 2nd year ballot has come out and you can imagine how desperate I felt as I scrolled down the very long list and realised that I was number 246. Yep. Number 246. Which is 6th from the bottom. Which means that come October, I will be living in the tiny space under some roof in Whewell’s or in the farthest glass corner of Burrell’s.

Just Like the Poofs.

If you have any friends who go to Oxbridge, you should have a look at their blogs. You can see a difference in the way they write and what they write about after they’ve started uni. And the difference isn’t subtle at all. Which makes it even sadder, I suppose.

Twas 2 Nights B4 Valentine’s…

‘Twas two nights before Valentine’s, and worried men are in the streets.

I’m Cold Inside

Because a chill wind blows and the days are damp. Because the sky is grey and holds to joy. Because the people in the crowds are bundled up and masked.

Red Red Red

I have lived through my first chinese new year away from home. It wasn’t that big a deal, seeing as I never did celebrate CNY properly when I was in Singapore anyway. Mostly we’ll just go see my grandparents on both sides and then go watch a movie. I remember watching spiderman and music and lyrics during chinese new year. But strangely enough, I’ve actually done more stuff while in the UK.

Got No Sole

There’s a shocking article in the International Herald Tribune today about Muntader al-Zaidi. You probably can’t place his name, or it more than likely seems completely unfamiliar. Yet he made headlines for about a week, got arrested and was the inspiration for quite a few jokes that everyone has heard by now.

Pretty Days

I forgot how much I love days like this. Days when the sunlight hits the college and the stone looks golden and brown and old and lovely. Then there are the porters who walk about in their bowler hats and dark blue coats, doing important porter-y things. It’s all totally fantastic. Today feels like somewhere in late summer rather than the start of winter.

Resolutions

These have been overdue for a week already, and so I resolve to deal with my new year’s resolutions moree promptly in the future. But that can wait until 2010. Being a highly capable and strong-willed person with no flaws to speak of, I have decided to set myself particularly challenging resolutions, as detailed below.