Hinc illae lacrimae.

Monday, May 7th 2001 09:21PM

So I say it. I shall not let you call checkmate on me anymore. I have the upper hand.

Throw those stones.

And then that was how it was.

I don't think there needs to be reasons for everything. Some things are better left unexplained. The reasoning itself can be self-destructing.

Today was my last day of lecture. Hehe, I still remember when I first went to Poonen's office hours. From afar, he looked like any other math professor. However, close up, he had a wild look in his eyes. My TA had constantly described Poonen as a genius, because Poonen won the Putnam contest (a nationwide mathematical contest that has been held for the last forty-some-odd years) straight for four years in his youth. Whoa there!

Chocolate chip cookies are good.
Mocha freeze (for two dollah!) with tapioca is good.
Popsicles in the heat is good.
Nice people are good.

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