Same supervisor.

Same friends.

Same equipment.

New labs.

New campus.

Beginning of a new era?

Surreal. I was just thinking about it while preparing dinner. Five minutes later, my dad called.

Your brother had just passed away. I am so sorry.

It is strange how I get caught up in trivialities. Here I am, brooding about uncertainties and stuffed up experiments, when halfway around the world, people are dying. Vincent was dying.

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...at least we won some Pocky.

Today is a special day. You've brought me here.

And I did it. I did it without you.

A milestone indeed.

Six years I have been in Zion, where I was taught the importance of striking up conversations with newbies to make them feel welcome, as fake as one may feel doing so at times. Admittedly, this is one of Zion's strongest points; I would not have stayed if it had not exuded such warmth.

And so I talked, even though it was such a feat because anti- ( Read more... )

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OK, let's talk about best friends.

Best friend 1: I was three years old in Playhouse, and at that age, I had no idea that best friends are not people who would threaten to end friendships if you refuse to learn and regurgitate obscenities.

Best friend 2: We shared so much in common that we ended up liking the same guy. It did not occur to me then ( Read more... )

"Are you having lunch with me today ( Read more... )

Probably a redundant fact, but it rained today.

I remember being anxious about many things - whether or not A will go ballistic on me for going crazy with his bank account, PCRs that refuse to work, doing too many crosswords, spending too much time mucking around.

"Let's go jump in mud puddles, SP."

I'm not six anymore.

But I remember peering through ( Read more... )

I don't hate you. You know I don't ( Read more... )