Everybody’s Talkin’

Especially me, I have talked too damn much already; doing my demonstration work at uni for the practical classes and talking to all the parties involved in the little fiasco that happened last Fri. They have been wanting me to listen to their gripes and sorrows and at the same time give them advice at as well. Oh well, as if I am the best person around at the moment to actually dish out anything good for the soul. I shan’t go into details. To sum it all up, it’s a matter of A getting on with B after getting’ tipsy in C’s bed and C being the best friend of A and also having a thing for B. Meanwhile, D, who is the ex of A, is highly tormented and D and B happened to be pretty good friends too. E is the innocent bystander who had to witness the whole incident and F was in a totally cbf’ed mood that night and went home early but still have to deal with all the victims and villains since that episode. E and F also happened to part of this pretty close-knitted group of people who have been friends since undergraduate days. Yes, I am F. Like WTF indeed.

In the midst of it all, I managed to buy my guitar (yay!) and went for Machine Gun Fellatio’s gig, which was absolutely campy but hilarious as!

I don’t know, all these seem to be a learning experience for me, like actually realizing I am not too clear on a lot stuff that I thought I knew very well all along. You know how easy it is to always tell people who are caught up in situations all the neat stuff to make them see the bigger picture and to make them feel somewhat better, hey? But when it comes to my own affairs (especially of life and love), I am such a complete mess. I can even be labeled as hopeless! However, while I am listening to these people and telling them all those words of opinion (and of wisdom even), I sorta feel that I am more aware of the little episode I was so caught up in recently and to allow myself to feel a little bit more at ease with the outcome of things. Of course, there is always a downside to things, and in this case, it also makes me remember just how painful and difficult (relating to personal experiences) it is to play this game called love. I do admit I get reminded of the really bad moments and the agony I went through, which was all not too long ago.

As for my demonstrating work, even though it is just to 2nd year uni students, I have come to appreciate how hard it can be to actually impart your skills and knowledge to people, as opposed to just giving simple explanations of theories and principles to others that I am so used to at work (where everybody is more in the know and at pretty much the same level). It is also a most humbling experience as I come to realise (and admit) that I have either forgotten a lot of these stuff or I don’t even know them at all. Having an Hons Degree in Biochemistry and Molecular Biology, I thought I knew it all. How wrong was I (not to mention complacent)!

I am working extra hard this week. In addition to ALL the talkin’ (it’s so nice to be typing this in silence giving my mouth and tongue a rest!), I have been grounding myself sort of (heading straight after dinner) for the past two nights to mark the students’ lab reports. Took a class yesterday and another one coming up tomorrow. I could either reward myself by pissing off sometime tomorrow to check out the sale at Myer or drink myself silly at South Yarra tomorrow evening. Either way, it is so damn tempting and I can’t hardly wait for the long weekend ahead!