Why do I feel the need to write again so soon? Why can’t I just live one more day with­out hav­ing to tell my thoughts to some­thing, any­thing that will accept with­out judg­ment? Sometimes I wish that I couldn’t write for months.

I think I passed my DNA Computing and Quantum Computing test today. It turns out that I was miss­ing about 1/4 of the notes, so I really had to do some last minute study­ing. The prof made it fairly easy though, which I was glad to see.

I stum­bled across some Taoist teach­ings today, and I was intrigued by what I read. I think it’s some­thing that I’ll have to research more, along with my Buddhist beliefs and Confucianism.

Women are quite able to make friends with a man; but to pre­serve such a friend­ship — that no doubt requires the assis­tance of a slight phys­i­cal antipathy.

—Nietzsche

When I first read this, I wasn’t too sure about the valid­ity of it, or per­haps even the valid­ity per­tain­ing to myself. In the last month, how­ever, it seems to be so true that any con­sid­er­a­tion of the pos­si­bil­ity to the con­trary would be ridiculous.

Today, some­one told me that ever since she first met me, she thought I was Korean. It was pretty sur­priz­ing, since this girl was Chinese her­self. It’s the first time I’d ever been mis­taken for Korean, although peo­ple often con­fuse my last name as being Vietnamese. Do we really all look the same? Well, since even I failed the test, I sup­pose it’s true.