Abstruse Musing

I used to look forward to talking to you, but lately conversation seems so petty. If you're not going to try, then why should I? I see no point in this.

I'm seriously lacking in the motivation department. Lately I've ben feeling quite apathetic about a lot of things; namely certain people and studies. Stability is one thing I need, surely that would be better than endless bouts of emotional toil. Maybe I just need to find what I want to pursue in life. I kind of miss being a child, we're free to dream and concoct as many potential careers in our mind. I don't want to write any more horrid reports. We're all pretty pissed off about molecular biology, the god damn positive controls didn't even work. Steven says he wants to write a letter of complaint regarding our lecturer, his aim is to get the guy fired. He certainly has my nod of approval, I'm seriously annoyed and pissed off. I've avoided talking to any depressed and troubled people lately. I mean how am I supposed to cheer up an unhappy person if I'm not feeling that great myself? I think I've reached my limit. I've...

The body recovered last night was Nona 's. I broke the news to my sister today, her entire face went blank. It makes me angry to hear that such atrocious crimes are still being commited. If you look at his social networking profile pages you can clearly tell this guy has deeply rooted issues. He says that he does not believe in himself and the worst feeling is life itself. Back in primary school, I used to draw animals from pictures I saw in National Geographic magazine. She was quite fond of them and would watch me draw in the library with a few of my friends. I probably ended up giving her all my sketches back then. I just remember the way her face used to light up when she saw the lines gradually becoming a green sea turtle or an african elephant. Jail is one of his greatest fears, maybe we'll see a repeat of the  Carl Williams scenario (so I hope). She had dreams she hoped she would one day fulfil, but that was all put to a stand-still... At least she i...

Falling asleep in the science learning centre. Molecular bio wasn't great, our PCR didn't quite work out. Hopefully the 3rd one will go according to plan. Sigh, organic chem practical soon. I just want to pass out and sleep. I barely slept last night, two hours of lying in bed can hardly be called a nap. I'll be glad when Friday is over and done with... I wish these reports will just write themselves, life would be easier. I could really use a coffee right now.

My sister was browsing a few odd things on ebay and came across this. I can see why people think western Sydney is full of strange people. P.S might have to right click and view the picture in another tab. Its worth the read.

So we had dinner with my cousin from England, Anna. I used to be afraid of her, I guess with her being an elder it was normal to be afraid. I remember she used to paint in her bedroom and how she forced me and William watch Oprah with her. At the tender age of 8, I didn't care for the issues discussed on Oprah. Today if I was watching Oprah, you probably can't tear me away from the television. It was nice to see her again last night, I finally got to speak to her normally. Isn't it funny how people change as they age? I've learned to fear no one, I'll even stand up to my dad when he is being unreasonable (this involves gradual escalation of your voice). However, I did notice one thing. Her face was calm, but her fists were screwed up into knots when Tommy spoke without thinking again (nothing new). I suppose this was her facade, pretending nothing happened even though he was unfaithful to her. They're engaged. I always pictured perfection in Anna and Tommy. ...