Dreams of the Day

MELBOURNE CUP!!!!!!!!

Yes, Melbourne Cup was on today. It is one of or the biggest horse race in the world. Big as in real big, not as in the Kranji horse racing in Singapore. Great excitement was surrounding my lab especially after the photo finish. I was routing for Unusual Suspect just cause the name is cool. But meh. 

Now, with excitement and thumping of hearts all around, most of the people in my lab have gone to celebrate.

Where am I during the celebration? In the office.

Great life I have huh? Now I’m lab alone. Get it? A pun for ‘left alone’ with the ingenuity to allude to the popular movie hit ‘Home Alone’.

Darn, people should get puns more.

So, as you can see, my life has been full of excitement recently. Besides the fact that my previous post was a waste and I have been repeating my experiments for the past week, everything is going very smoothly.

That said, I’m getting pretty tired of doing so much work and not making any progress. So, as I took a stroll down UQ Lake, I took solace in the beauty of what I saw. Jacarandas. They are beautiful on the trees and they even made the ground prettier as the petals cloak the green grass. I love purple by the way.

Emotional don’t actually mean ‘emo’ which is a popular word for teens these days. ‘Emo’ only consists of one part of being emotional mainly specifying negative emotions. You see, emotional is defined as readily affected with or stirred by emotions. So, in my opinion, this trait is pretty close to that of expressive. It means we are readily affected by our emotions.

I remember a good friend telling me that crying is not a sign of weakness. Here is a video that my friend showed me.

And that, I do agree. It is a sign of being emotional. A person who is emotional can also be one who is easily sad, or easily laugh. But these aren’t limited to expression, it can also mean one may dwell on a problem or snigger at a joke much longer than those who are less emotional.

Now, anger is also an emotion.

Someone once said, when a person calls your full name, you can bet that that person is angry. Or more specifically, angry at you. Especially if it’s a girl. Here is an instance of that happening.

Phewwwwwwwwww. As I breathe a sigh of relieve and wiped my cold sweat from my forehead, I took solace that I know at least one person knows how to spell my full name.

I guess the full name thing wasn’t always true after all. Stereotyping is bad.

Toodles

p/s, I can't believe this, but I seem to have forgotten my good friend's birthday. I'm so very sorry.