Not as busy

Busy can be defined in many ways. Unscheduled tasks, unnecessarily tasks or abundant tasks. Last few months I was busy as hell. The professor would like to publish the unfinished paper left by the senior students who graduated last year. Both of them were very sure that the paper will be publish without any problems once he finished his lab work. Duh! It was rejected. Therefore, this humble servant, who happened to be me had to kill two birds with one stone. Luckily, at last it was accepted. Me, I am the second author.

So, I wish I had more time to write and share my journal of life.

Homestay in Hiroshima

I got a letter last week acknowledged me that my application for joining Homestay programme with a Japanese family at Hiroshima was successful. Great!

I will go there on 31st July. The programme will start from 1st August till 5th August. Will update the experience once I get back. I really want to see Hiroshima post A-bombing, after so many years.

Give up

Alright! I gave up. Age has somehow make me softer on the innerside. I couldn't bring myself to shut other people completely out of mylife. Though it's realy hurt me but to hate people is not anymore my cup of tea.

I had forgave her and now I will forget. Let it be. I don't want to be the judge for her. I will accept it at face value. Whatever she said.

Let's bygone be bygone.

Sayonara!

Summer bitter

My dear journal,
Seems like the last spring really brought flu in mylife...(^-^).

Yesterday, I heard the biggest joke of mylife. Statement from a friend regarding me which is funny and yet proved that human being is bad if they are bad. Human can really be bad. How on earth people choose to be selfish and yet able to live their life through it. I just wish that she could see how affected me listening to her drama.

But then, I am also human, with heart. I never know how I can hate people overnight but I think she doesn't deserved me to be her friend anymore. Sweet and calm face can be a disguise. We will never know what someone soul is made off.

She even doesn't deserved the good life that she have now. But probably The All Mighty have something in store for her, in the future. I just think that she should be prepared. Life is like a circle. Sometimes you are up, other time you are at the bottom. Hope you can manage your own misery when the time comes. I might not be there to watch or to help you out. Hope you come out victory.

Sayonara!

Articles in journals

Scientist have a very narrow sense of happiness, shall we say that? Probably not all but most of them are, not excluded me.

I am talking about articles or papers that published in the high impact factor journals. Being a student in a laboratory which very dedicated towards paper's publication, I can feel the pressure. We are push to come out with are data that will be used as a conclusion and submitted for publication. I am not complaining though.

As a junior scientist in my university back home, the number of papers surely one of the aspect that higher administration committee will used to evaluate if they wanted to apoint anyone to the higher position. But that's not my end target. It was just the satisfaction that I felt when I read my article online.

I love it when rewards come together with satisfaction. (*-*)

The rain - happy mother's day!

Spring is the time when flowers start blooming and the birds singing. Sun will shines brightly and green grass spread beautifully across the lawn. But then again, once in awhile the rain will pour down heavily throughout the day.

And so my life. I love rain as it provide water to the earth. Scientifically human body is made of 70 to 80 percent of water. That's the reason water is so important. Alright! Back to the original matter, I am actually using the rain as the metaphor. In life, there are happy and sad moment. Rain is usually associate with sadness.

But I really love rain. It just bring me back to the moment of naivety. As a child I used to play under the rain. My brothers and me made small boats from papers and let it flowed with the water. We sang. We danced. Our parents would then scolded us for playing under the rain, worried that we would fall sicked. Sometimes we were. My mom would prepared something hots as snack. I still love the black coffee and simmering tapioca with grind coconut. I missed the moment.

Happy mother's day. Happy parents day. Thank God for giving me the opportunity to live in this world and to receive the biggest love of all, mother's love.

Welcome spring!

Ahah! It's spring and about 3 months I was out of touch with this blog. The winter was very tough for me to stand that I opted for hibernation...

We will see what spring bring beside the flu....hehehe!

Chow!