LXXI : Parting

On my way to work this morning, I drove by a road-killed black cat. I hope it wasn't the little kitty I saw the first time I went to Impax earlier this summer. When I'm driving, I tend to look out for pot holes, dents, and debris on the road, so my eyes stay focused all the time on something. But when I saw that cat, my heart constricted immediately. It hurt. Its entrails had spouted out of it, and I'm pretty sure it was the intestine I saw stretching away from the body. Oh gruesome carcass. I felt I couldn't breathe from the moment I saw it to when I walked into my cubicle about 3 minutes later. When I saw the road-killed squirrel on the way home, it didn't have as big an impact on me, probably because it was just lying there on its side, body still intact from the short glimpse I had of it. Poor animals that get run over.

Anyway, after this week is done, I have two more weeks of my internship at Impax. I'm starting to feel the sadness of leaving the people, though I have to give a presentation (of which I was informed yesterday I had to do) on what I learned at Impax. When thinking up what nice things to say, I remembered some silliness I enjoyed while working:

I have to clock out and in before and after lunch to record my time, but on Thursday, the group was giving a "congrats" lunch for one of the members getting married that weekend. So we went to eat Phillipino food nearby, which would take more than 30 mins. I didn't know about this lunch until lunchtime, so I clocked out. Hoa, my mentor, said "it's okay! We'll just make up an excuse to HR!"
Natasha: "Like what?"
H: "There was too much work to do in the lab!"
N: (to me) "Make sure you sound convincing."
H: "We can tell HR what time you finished lunch. We have at least that much power."
N: "Yeah we can do that."
H: "We can use our POWER!!" (arms go up)
Hoa is about my height, a little shorter maybe since she wears high shoes, and she's a mom of two college students, so reminds me of mommy. Mommies can be so cute.

Jason is the one who trained me on lab techniques, and I work with him the most. He usually wears a visor indoors because he's too lazy to take it off when he goes from building to building (we sometimes have to go across the street to the other building), and he's just a bit taller than I am, so short for a guy. One time, actually multiple times, as he's entering the lab, Jonathan, a tall chemist, says, "There you are with your hat again. Who wears a hat inside?"
Ja: "I do. I don't want to take it off."
Jo: Trying to take off Jason's hat "There's not even any sun here! Why do you need a hat?"
Ja: Dodging Jonathan's reach, "Stop messing with me!!" (something he says a LOT)
Jonathan goes for the hat again. Jason dodges, "I said, stop messing with meee!"
Many of the guys working in the labs are humorously sarcastic. It makes the lab very lively.

Today, before I left, Aaron, one of the members of the same group I'm interning for, says from this cubicle, "Who just exploded roses?" We're all sitting in our cubicles, so we can't see each other, but I know people's voices now. Yogesh goes, "what?"
A: "Who just put on perfume that smells like roses?"
Y: "You don't like it?"
A: "No, it's not that I don't like it. It's just... too strong. An explosion."
I laugh out loud.
A: "Melody, was that you who exploded roses?"
Me: "Of course not!"
I just found it funny how he described the sudden onset of the perfume smell as "exploded roses." Roses do smell wonderful, but someone really squirted too much. It was too powerful.

Yesterday, I played sporcle again to pass time, and I tried the Shakespeare quiz where you name the character who said the quote. What prompted me to finally think about how I felt about my internship coming to end was the famous, and oh so very true, quote, "Parting is such sweet sorrow."

Indeed. Parting is such sweet sorrow.


Bye bye Beanie Babies collection.

LXX : Insomnia (almost)

Last night was immensely horrid for me. I got home after a good time at badminton, and when I got ready to sleep, it was a good 11pm, so I would have a decent 8 hours of sleep. But, unfortunately, I was unable to fall asleep, unable to enter dreamland, unable to rest my wandering brain. My muscles were tired and relaxed, and I felt comfortable on the mattress I sleep on, but my brain just wouldn't focus on nothing. It would think about the people I haven't talked to in a while; then I'd pull it back to relaxing darkness; and too soon, I would find myself thinking about how much I want to see certain people, but I don't want to have that kind of deep connection with them. I just want to hang out with them again because it has always been fun, and I miss it. But sleeping time is not the time to think about such things! Time went by, and when I checked my phone, it was already almost 2am. My mom wasn't able to sleep yet, so when I sat up and said "I can't sleep," she helped me try to relax, prepared some warm milk for me to drink, and did some meditation with me too. I have a pretty clear idea of what is messing up my sleep (and my body, at that)-- the period, the time of the month. It's messed up, and I'm irritated that it's not here when I'm expecting it (I finally kept track of when it started last month, and here it is, not on time! roarr). On top of that, I just want to cry my heart out for the heck of it. I don't have a reason except to just cry. It's so frustrating! Wacky hormones. In the end, my mom went to sleep and I continued changing sleeping positions-- I tried the living room couch, I went back to my mattress on the floor, and I ended up back on my tatami bed, where I curled up in my blankets. I listened to the crickets and the birds making their sweet nighttime calls, and I thought it got so late that they had stopped, but when I listened more carefully, I felt reassured when I heard them again. I still couldn't fall asleep though. I actually started counting sheep! Pictured them jumping over a fence.. got to 64, mind wandered, started over, and got to 70. The image that I kept thinking about was of the one in this short film played before Toy Story 3 at the theaters...
[credits pixarplanet]
baaa...baaa.... I woke up, and realized that I had actually drifted off, but WHY did I wake again?! Frustrated again, I turned in my covers, but the same thing happened. When I opened my eyes to change positions again, I looked out my window and saw the sky was a nice blue. It probably was around 6am already. *sigh* But I did fall asleep after that. Only to wake up at 7am and get ready for work.

The strange thing is, the one day I have the least amount of sleep is the one day I don't find myself sleeping at work from 8:30-9:30am. yesshh. What I strange body. I can't sleep on an empty stomach..

LXIX : Humor

I kept thinking up things during work to jot down, but by the time I got home, I was too tired to rethink about it all. Thus, June was empty of posts, and here I am, finally going to record the humorous chain email my mom received probably a long while back since it was printed out July 23, 2009.

Men think computers must be female.
1. No one but the creator understands their internal logic.
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval.
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

Women think computers must be male.
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on.
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves.
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem.
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

Which do you agree with? haha. I find them hilarious. At the end of the e-mail, it says "the women won." home is awesome sometimes. Cleaning up the house produces so many random things that we had long forgotten about. sweep sweep~!