Log 210127

 - Online at 0640

-Realized there was no class at 0700 Wednesday at 0650. Observation: Class was rescheduled to using regular's schedule last week to Thursday 1000. Assumption: The lecturers wanted to combine the regular and international class for ease of teaching. Conclusion: Not forget for future weeks to avoid needlessly waking early.

-Played chess. Time of activity: 0653-0712

-Played League.Time of activity: 0712-0759

-New assignment AE 2201: Engineering Analysis and Numerical Method, HW#1: Laplace Transform and Fourier Transform at 0717.

-Did AE2201:Engineering Analysis and Numerical Method, HW#1:Laplace Transform and Fourier Transform. Time of activity: 0800-0827

-Had breakfast at 0835. Content: Banana chocolate bread

-Read some Webtoon. Time of activity: 0840-0956

-Attended AE2201: Engineering Analysis and Numerical Method class. Time of activity:0957-1201. Material:Fourier series, matlab tutorial.

-Had lunch at 1208. Content:Beef, Fried Pork and Rice.

-Resumed Utarerumono: Prelude of the Fallen. Time of activity:1232-1259

-Read some mangas. Time of activity: 1300-1410

-Attended AE 2200:Instrumentation, Measurement and Experimentation. Time of activity:1405-1527. Material: Filters, A/D converter, measurement systems, significant figures.

-Read some more mangas. Time of activity: 1527-1624

-played League. time of activity:1625-1800

-Had Dinner at 1800. Content: Rice, Fried pork and Beef

-Read even more manga. Time of activity:1825-1828

-Worked on new character for Isle of Darkness RP. Time of activity: 1828-1839

-Resumed reading Manga. time of activity:1839-2243

-shutting down at 2243

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