Hello again! It’s been a couple of weeks since the last post. To be honest, I don’t really remember what my music history is like since 2010, because it’s all a haze of school and college and getting reacquainted with anime and everything else in between. I’ll try my best, however. As in the previous installment, I will be providing Spotify or YouTube links for your listening pleasure.
I’d planned this one for quite a while, but never got around to actually writing, of course. I was going to talk about my favorite music over the years, from Malaysian contemporary pop to Finnish alternative rock and everything in between. Spotify links will be available in this edition of 1223, because I’m pretty sure you’re curious about my history of music.
I was challenged by a friend to choose ten books that have either stayed with you throughout your life or affected you in some way. Disclaimer: Religious texts are considered sacred, and as such will not be lumped with books written by people or included in this list.
No, I am not going to delete this blog. I do realize I haven’t posted for five weeks. I may post here on a more sporadic basis now, so I do feel sorry about that.
Right now I’m a week into my first semester as a junior at Vanderbilt. I’m also a student VUceptor and am planning to continue the research I did this summer; hopefully it will end up in an Honors in Chemical Engineering. Right now I’m in the midst of working on a poster for a presentation session next Monday. Due to my VUcept training commitments and post-Eid fatigue and overall stress (I won’t have any major breaks until October!), I’d been putting off some important analysis until last week when classes started again on Wednesday.
Recently I’ve read Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, and spent a few hours mulling over how much the book resonated with me. It was the first time a non-fiction work had ever brought me to tears. Why? Because it hurts so much for an introvert to be pressed into the mold created by the Extroverted Ideal.
Sure, some of us might be more readily engaged in social situations, but at the end of the day all introverts need their “me time” more than the rest of the world. I, too, am an introvert, and today I would like to talk about being one. Continue reading
I confess I grew up in a family of teachers. My parents are teachers; in fact, they met at a teachers’ training college in Penang some 25 or so years ago. So were my maternal grandparents. On my dad’s side are three aunts and a handful of cousins who educate for a living. As a consequence, I cultivated a healthy respect for the profession – but that’s not what I want to talk about today. Anyway, today I’d like to talk about how my parents’ chosen vocation helped me become the person I am today – an aspiring polymath.
Apparently I haven’t blogged in four weeks despite the promised weekly schedule. I’ve been behind for all of the tasks I promised to myself due to my involvement in the Vanderbilt Undergraduate Summer Research Program (VUSRP for short, you can either pronounce it as an acronym or an initialism; either way people won’t understand anyway) for the past four weeks. Actually, the research gig started a couple of days after I posted A Presidential Fascination, and I’ve been busy ever since.