"She's gotta be somebody's only light..."
I'm actually not sure who reads this anymore, but then again, I never really wrote for anyone in particular, so I guess the fact that I've lost audience members shouldn't change anything. This past week started out really slowly, with everybody gone and the constant lingering feeling that something was missing or unfulfilled. But I slowly got used to the empty suite, and now I actually like it. Been partying late with Tiff, Sisi or Eric... and by partying I mean listening to music, eating and falling asleep in other people's beds.
My parents came for a five-day visit. Sometimes, I feel guilty that they treasure the time they spend with me so much and I never seem to care too much. I mean, I love spending time with them but it seems they care about me more than I do about them. I guess that's sort of mean. I just find it difficult to reciprocate parental love. In any case, I ate lots of food from Chinatown and realized that me and Asian things don't really get along. I don't like seafood or beef, which limits me to 1/3 of any Asian menu.
Regardless, I think I'm getting better. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean. What's better? I guess I think about things less than I did during the semester. These days, I just take whatever comes, without putting too much thought into why people do things. I think life's easier that way, although I'll probably pull out thinker-Wen-fai sometime during the summer.
I've started my new job at Harvard. It's pretty neat. Although I'm starting to doubt my dream to do research for the rest of my life. At lunch on my first full day of work (last Friday), one of the post-docs made all of the graduate students go around and rate their own research on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being that one's research would someday be ground-breaking Einstein revolutionary science material, 1 being that the scientific community could give a shit about what you're doing... and most everybody gave themself a 3! That was pretty sad. Some guy said, "You know, I could spend my whole life contributing a little piece to the puzzle, at best... I might not even do anything for the world." I think they soon realized that they weren't being good influences to me, but it was good to get the truth out. I suppose if I do decide to do research for my entire life and end up getting nothing worthy accomplished, I could make up for it by being an inspiration in other ways. I suppose I would have to pick up some obscure hobby, and become ridiculously good at it.
Now I'm just rambling. I've started to get the start-a-book-and-drop-it-after-twenty-pages syndrome, and it's only the first week of summer. This is the suck. I'm trying to finish Hitchhiker's Guide which I started last summer, and just a few minutes ago, I realized I only have 30 pages left in the book. This somehow gives me more inspiration to just finish the damn thing.
I have the feeling that this summer is going to fly by. Soon, we'll all get into that 9-5 work schedule, and we'll be channel-surfing at 9pm and realize it's time for bed. Time for bed!
My parents came for a five-day visit. Sometimes, I feel guilty that they treasure the time they spend with me so much and I never seem to care too much. I mean, I love spending time with them but it seems they care about me more than I do about them. I guess that's sort of mean. I just find it difficult to reciprocate parental love. In any case, I ate lots of food from Chinatown and realized that me and Asian things don't really get along. I don't like seafood or beef, which limits me to 1/3 of any Asian menu.
Regardless, I think I'm getting better. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean. What's better? I guess I think about things less than I did during the semester. These days, I just take whatever comes, without putting too much thought into why people do things. I think life's easier that way, although I'll probably pull out thinker-Wen-fai sometime during the summer.
I've started my new job at Harvard. It's pretty neat. Although I'm starting to doubt my dream to do research for the rest of my life. At lunch on my first full day of work (last Friday), one of the post-docs made all of the graduate students go around and rate their own research on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being that one's research would someday be ground-breaking Einstein revolutionary science material, 1 being that the scientific community could give a shit about what you're doing... and most everybody gave themself a 3! That was pretty sad. Some guy said, "You know, I could spend my whole life contributing a little piece to the puzzle, at best... I might not even do anything for the world." I think they soon realized that they weren't being good influences to me, but it was good to get the truth out. I suppose if I do decide to do research for my entire life and end up getting nothing worthy accomplished, I could make up for it by being an inspiration in other ways. I suppose I would have to pick up some obscure hobby, and become ridiculously good at it.
Now I'm just rambling. I've started to get the start-a-book-and-drop-it-after-twenty-pages syndrome, and it's only the first week of summer. This is the suck. I'm trying to finish Hitchhiker's Guide which I started last summer, and just a few minutes ago, I realized I only have 30 pages left in the book. This somehow gives me more inspiration to just finish the damn thing.
I have the feeling that this summer is going to fly by. Soon, we'll all get into that 9-5 work schedule, and we'll be channel-surfing at 9pm and realize it's time for bed. Time for bed!