this is the only accurate depiction of myself of this this entire week that i can think of. how i wished the hours that i didn't spend sleeping was due to some good cause and not cos i came back home late or insomia... arrggghh...
recently, it seems like i came across many ppl having illnesses, ranging from heart disease, diabetes mellitus, rhuematoid arthris to parkinson's and that set me thinking of postgrad studies. hmm... somehow the curiousity kid in me just want to go up to profs in physiology and immunology to see what kind of research topics they are offering for masters students. wld be just so cool to be able to contribute to findings in area of autoimmune or neurological diseases or even cancer research. well, just a thought...
i think it was thurs when i decided to be more friendly towards lina lim (ex-supervisor). used to just avoid coming into eye contact with her during the last lecture. but on thurs, it was kinda no choice also, that i had to smile and mouthed harlow to her cos we saw each other face to face when i entered the lt. had a chat with her and she wanted to know where i kept some of my samples. she said that she nearly froze her hands trying to dig things out in the -80 degrees fridge. opps... i just vaugely told her in that fridge even though i had a feeling that i threw them away... didn't want to tell her that cos i am sure she'll blow up. i hope i wasn't being too mean.....
went for guitar lesson on sat morning and we had a presentation, which is equivalent to the qualifying test to the next level. i hope it'll be ok, even though i won't be signing up for the next level in the coming term.
after that, i had to give tuition again.. while making my way to cal's house, i saw this scribbling on the walls of the corridor, which is the wall of his next door neighbour. it said something about what wrong have i done and let my body touch the floor. after reading it, i thought it was kinda freaky. it was worse when i found out from cal that somebody actually jumped down from there and committed sucide. arrggghh... his body was trapped in the tree and then the branch of the tree broke causing the body to drop to the ground. the blood splashed and covered two cars nearby!
my mouth was wide-open when auntie diana was trying to fill me up with the rest of the story. the boy was only 16 and he committed sucide cos the russian gal next door didn't accept him.
sometimes i wonder why we allow ppl who don't matter much to hurt us and we inflict pain on those who truely care and love us...
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