Monday, May 14, 2007
Internet's down on Thurs, so this had to be drafted first.
Can't help feeling a little down - more down than usual, in fact - that I'm on call this weekend. Not that it's anything that special, but it would have been nice to be able to spend time with family, especially when I hardly get to see them anymore. I guess one thing is quite true - absence makes the heart grow fonder. I just suddenly realise how I wish to spend time with people in my life. What's more, Yx will be leaving for LA next month, and it's going to be hard. I think. Oh but nevermind - I promised not to grouse so much anyway.
Not getting enough sleep at all - maybe I'm waking up way too early. Thing is, there is just so much that needs to be done, I need to be in about an hour earlier. Boss comes in at 8, but there's a lousy series of lectures from 7.15 to 8 everyday, which means I need to prepare stuff beforehand, around 6.15-6.30. One day I'm just going to find myself waking up in the ICU with tubes sticking out of me.
Desperate for a little sanity, and looking forward to meeting friends this weekend.
Ootheca! Yes, ootheca. The dead leaf mantis laid eggs today! Now, I wonder (can't remember) if these things store sperm - i.e. they can lay several broods without needing another mate, somewhat like guppies. It's going to be a PITA raising the baby mantids though, they'll need a good supply of Drosophila and tiny things like that. The last time I had mantids producing ootheca was when my room was still in its old configuration. Memories of younger days flooding back!
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Friday ...
Feeling a little ashamed of myself. Been bitching about a colleague, with slightly cold treatment - unintentional, of course - all the while telling ourselves that he is a nice person actually. Just that he tends to get on people's nerves. But he did something for me today that I'm very grateful for. Very grateful.
Just wondering why everyday is just chock full of stress, especially from 7-10am. And I'm running out of clothes to wear. And I hate the fact that some of my best schoolfriends are just a staircase away all day, and yet we have no time for one another.
Just done reading "Tuesdays with Morrie", given as a gift by a friend - rather thoughtful, and most apt for now, eh? It's definitely contributing to this general feeling of loss. Loss of what life should be about, loss of time with people who matter, loss of an old life that I once knew. And I started remembering teachers who mattered to me. A must-read for all teachers, disillusioned souls, and people who see the face and grip of death everyday.
Without realising it myself but for smses that remind me, I'm 1 year older.
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Saturday ...
Slept continuously for the last 10 hours, omg.
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Wenky
6:21 AM
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