Progress report

A friend told me: Happiness is not loving what you're doing, but finding love in what you do. No matter how much I utter to myself everyday "I LOVE BACTERIA/ DNA/ MOLECULAR BIOLOGY", I still need a sign from God indicating why am I stuck doing Microbiology. I have that thought constantly, asking "What do I go to school for? Get a degree, get a job, maybe get married, then what? There must be a higher reason than this".

Maybe I should start counting my blessings and stop complaining. Being in 3rd year means I get the liberty of choosing what area I want to specialize in Microbiology. So whatever I choose to take right now should indicate some level of interest. After all, I signed up for this Medical Microbiology course because I get sick pretty often, so I want to know what is attacking my body. Plus I registered for that Nutrition & Food Sciences course because I get to learn how to ferment or brew my own food.

God, I'm still searching for the bigger picture though.

Reflections

Wow, 3 years have gone by so fast. I have one year to go, but I still need to figure out my future. I'll have a degree, I'll need a career. I have to do something productive with my life. What are my goals? What would I like to achieve? I would argue that 3 years in Canada has matured me, but I wouldn't say that it made me into a better person. Growing up doesn't mean you're already a Man. I need to figure out my life, fast!

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A few days ago the boys bought suits. And they invited me to the Mec Engineering dinner. And they are already discussing about their Iron Ring ceremony. Wow, time does fly by so fast.

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Why do members of the opposite sex have an inherent urge or inclination to make jokes when interacting with the female species?

Sometimes this turns out to be cute (like my dad's jokes) or just stupid and lame.

of love poems and love itself

That love poem I heard at Alberta Gallery of Arts kept repeating in my mind. "Love is like cheap wine. Flawed, but it has character, like your grass-stained dress. Showed what you went through to get to me". It disturbed me. It moved me. It made me feel as if...I need to feel what love really is again. Why can't I write something mind-blowing as he did? My own writing, it lacks the emotional depth. Maybe because I never felt as complex as that. Maybe because... I never thought that love was like cheap wine.

diversifying

People say I always take things that are unrelated to my microbiology degree. I would like to call it as called 'diversifying' and 'exploring'. So I enrolled in NUFS 402 (Nutrition and Food Sciences 402- Brewing, Enology, and Food Fermentation) with expectations of becoming a good speaker, probably fantasizing a bit about being in food production industry. So far I've tasted the grape juice used to make pignot grigio (white wine) and shiraz (red wine), and I'm looking forward to the cheese and meat tasting later in the course. If you are wondering no, it is not haram for me to take this course even though it involves alcohol (I checked with an ustad already) and I'll be skipping the wine and beer tasting for sure.

Happy New Year

New year. New start, new resolutions, new accomplishments. On top of my to-do list: I wish to be liberated. My heart wants to be free, unbound by any love or hate. I shall not be reigned by my emotions, only by logical reasoning and careful planning.

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The dentist's verdict: A root canal to surgically remove all four of my wisdom teeth sometime during Reading Week break. Tsk, such a long waiting list. Alberta really needs to improve on its healthcare system.

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Words of Wisdom from my advisor:

A good cook is probably good in the lab too

LOL I have the potential!

Post Created 2012-01-03 11:02:02 PM

I can't recall when was the last time I sat thiscloe to someone who did not smell like ciggrates.
I'm so used to that ciggs+EDT smell i was expecting it even when I'm not around people (guys in particular) that don't smoke. The smell combination is so familiar, it's comforting in a weird way. Sort of how your bantal busuk smells. Simply because it reminded me of people I used to know.
But this person who sat beside me just now had none of this. The new smell-free sensation is intoxicating. I shall sit beside you more often :)