Finals over last week and we got our final grades already. Another term officially over. Well, almost. It’s only a matter of about three and a half house. Oh, wait, time zone. Anyway, this term was way better than last. I mean, I barely passed my course on databases!

I’m not gonna make excuses but I was really disappointed about the textbook. I couldn’t properly access it because you can’t get it on, say, PDF. It was either you had hours to be online to read your book or be on Windows or Mac. And I have neither. I was disappointed because, when Mr. Shai Reshef was talking about the university, he mentioned that we were gonna be using open materials. I think that was also mentioned in the handbook – or some related school stuff. Anyway, I expected we were gonna use CC’d textbooks and some such. Oh, well, maybe no one has created such a textbook yet. Which really doesn’t sound good.

Still, I’m looking forward to a new term. Like I said, I did better this time. But I sill have to be better next time. There are quite some good motivations for one to be doing so.

I think, this would be the first time that I explicitly mentioned someone and pointed to an entity. Ah well, maybe I want them to pick up on this so they might want to change their methods.

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The fact that the class pretty much wanted me to be president before they even knew my name is the main reason why I chose to go for the highly-noticeable-with-a-really-good-performance-to-back-it-up route instead of the peaceful-and-quite-in-her-own-little-corner route. The second one would be rather hard to do, as I thought back then. It didn’t take weeks for me to know that I’d been right to have thought like so.

Well, this can’t be good.

I was looking for my notes on the things I should be writing about, my assignments of sorts, when I found my cast listing for our “stage play” and the script that has been barely started.

I was supposed to write that script, too!

Honestly, though, given that our instructor sort of disallowed us to spend, even for costumes and props, I don’t know how this is gonna work. Of course, I have to make it work – that’ll be my burden since everyone pretty much agreed that I should be the one to write it and I couldn’t think of a decent argument back then because I was eagerly anticipating the chance to play Rusty Hearts again. I didn’t even try to argue. Not really.

Of course, I’m very much glad that this could be my only participation in this thing. Really. Very. Glad.

Honestly, this is called “lethargy”. I’ve so much to do. Rather, I have so much that I should be doing and yet nothing solid is pulling me to get to doing them. I’ve been putting these things off, postponing, delaying. Of course, I knew it wouldn’t do me good. But I thought that the fact that tomorrow there’d be classes again would make me want to do them.

But nothing. There really doesn’t seem to be anything pushing me to get there. Of course, the confirmation of my suspicions that it’s not gonna be as good as it should be from the very beginning might be a huge factor into this.

Then again, maybe the “long weekend” just got to my head.

A lot of people would think that I’m not exactly a girl. (Oh, you know what I’m talking about.) Mostly because, as I hear, of the way I dress – I’m not exactly the kinda person to wear frilly girlie-girl clothes. Maybe it’s also because I arrive too strong. Whatever the case is, it never mattered to me.

Personally, though, I think it works well for me. In more ways than one. Besides, if I were such a girlie-girl, my mother would’ve probably kicked me out of the house already.

I really would love to go back to sleep. But I had to order myself around. Go on, get up. It’s already gonna be impossible. Just tie your hair up to ease the heat.

Really, the heat feels so wrong. For goodness’s sake, the day after tomorrow is already gonna be September! It’s almost the “ber” months. You know, “brrr” months. At least, it should be.

Apparently, I love hearts. First, there’s Kingdom Hearts. I love the game. Well, who doesn’t? Final Fantasy and Disney classics mashed-up in an awesome way IS epic.

Then, there’s this animé that I am loving: Pandora Hearts. I picked it up solely because the outfits of the the characters on the cover reminded me so much of Kingdom Hearts. Not to mention the title. Of course, I found out later, through the animé itself, that Square Enix is a sponsor which makes the Kingdom Hearts-part all the more solid.

And, now, I am totally digging Perfect World Entertainment’s new game, Rusty Hearts. I never really thought I’d be into it once I learned that it was a brawler. Not my style really. At least, it used to be. Before Rusty Hearts. It’s so epic.

Besides, it’s the only MMO I’ve ever played with actual cutscenes.

Oh, and you can throw in Lucy Heartfilia, too. From Fairy Tail. I love her character mostly because of the nature of her magic. It’s not exactly “hearts” but still.

Reading Suzanne Collin’s The Hunger Games.

I’ve become much too curious to give it a pass. I’m almost halfway through and I remembered why I’ve been too curious. Of course, there’s E!. Then again, I remembered a box in a kid’s magazine featuring Josh Hutcherson and all the trouble about hair colour of the cast for the big screen adaptation.

I’m thinking now that putting a story, a feature, no matter how small, about The Hunger Games in that magazine is a huge mistake on the part of the editors. Now kids are gonna be curious about it. And it’s not exactly a children’s book. There’s too much death in it. No, not just death. But murder. Vicious, cold-blooded murder.

Of course, too much cruelty. The Hunger Games is not something a decent ruling body would create.

And, no. It can’t be the next Twilight. I’m not exactly a fan of the Twilight saga either but the killings there aren’t mindless. Sure there are quite a lot. I’ve read the books – pushed by the desire to understand all the buzz and other stuff. But it’s mostly for the “greater good”. Or something like it. Not counting, of course, the hunting vampires. Besides, they’ve an excuse because it’s the call of the blood that coerces them and they can hardly control it. Supposedly.

Besides that, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Twilight featured in that particular kid’s magazine. (Yes, I read a kid’s magazine. Only because the only gaming magazine that reaches our place, published by the same company that prints that kid’s magazine, has been halted. To mean, they decided to stop making a games magazine. And that kid’s magazine has an entire section, a pretty huge one, dedicated to gaming.)

It just seems wrong. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me.

A certain one sayeth that upon a stone at Kirklees is an old inscription. This I give in the ancient English in which it was written, and thus it runs:

    HEAR UNDERNEAD DIS LAITL STEAN LAIS ROB-
ERT EARL OF HUNTINGTUN NEA ARCIR VER AS HIE
SAE GEUD AN PIPL KAULD IM ROBIN HEUD SICK
UTLAWS AS HI AN IS MEN VIL ENGLAND NIDIR SI
AGEN OBIIT 24 KAL. DEKEMBRIS 1247.

And now, dear friend, we also must part, for our merry journeyings have ended, and here, at the grave of Robin Hood, we turn, each going his own way.


From Howard Pyle’s The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

“Let this peril that thou hast passed through teach thee two lessons. First, be more honest. Second, be not so bold in thy comings and goings. A man that walketh in the darkness as thou dost may escape for a time, but in the end he will surely fall into the pit. Thou hast put thy head in the angry lion’s mouth, and yet thou hast escaped by a miracle. Try it not again.”

Sir Robert Lee in Howard Pyle’s The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

Then Robin said, ‘Thou sayst thou hast no friends, Sir Richard. I make no boast, but many have found Robin Hood a friend in their troubles. Cheer up, Sir Knight, I may help thee yet.’

The Knight shook his head with a faint smile, but for all that, Robin’s words made him more blithe of heart, for in truth hope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.

From Howard Pyle’s The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

Then up spake Will Scarlet. ‘But hast thou no friend that will help thee in thy dire need?’

‘Never a man,’ said Sir Richard. ‘While I was rich enow at home, and had friends, they blew great boasts of how they loved me. But when the oak falls in the forest the swine run from beneath it lest they should be smitten down also. So my friends have left me; for not only am I poor but I have great enemies.’

From Howard Pyle’s The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

“Truly, the dear world is as fair here as in the woodland shades. Who calls it a vale of tears? Methinks it is but the darkness in our minds that bringeth gloom to the world.”

Robin Hood in Howard Pyle’s The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

That morality is system-sensitive escaped the attention of most codifiers of ethics in the past. “Thou shalt not . . .” is the form of traditional ethical directives which make no allowance for particular circumstances. The laws of our society follow the pattern of ancient ethics, and therefore are poorly suited to governing a complex, crowded, changeable world. Our epicyclic solution is to augment statutory law with administrative law. Since it is practically impossible to spell out all the conditions under which it is safe to burn trash in the back yard or to run an automobile without smog-control, by law we delegate the details to bureaus. The result is administrative law, which is rightly feared for an ancient reason–Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? “Who shall watch the watchers themselves?” John Adams said that we must have a government of laws and not men.” Bureau administrators, trying to evaluate the morality of acts in the total system, are singularly liable to corruption, producing a government by men, not laws.

Garret Hardin, The Tragedy of the Commons, 1968

From http://www.garretthardinsociety.org/articles/art_tragedy_of_the_commons.html, some emphasis added

Analysis of the pollution problem as a function of population density uncovers a not generally recognized principle of morality, namely: the morality of an act is a function of the state of the system at the time it is performed. …

In passing, it is worth noting that the morality of an act cannot be determined from a photograph. One does not know whether a man killing an elephant or setting fire to the grassland is harming others until one knows the total system in which his act appears. “One picture is worth a thousand words,” said an ancient Chinese; but it may take 10,000 words to validate it. It is as tempting to ecologists as it is to reformers in general to try to persuade others by way of the photographic shortcut. But the essence of an argument cannot be photographed: it must be presented rationally–in words.

Garret Hardin, The Tragedy of the Commons, 1968

From http://www.garretthardinsociety.org/articles/art_tragedy_of_the_commons.html, some emphasis added