1000 surveys back. Thursday we got 500 in the mail, another 500 today. Ripping open the letters, cutting off their back pages (their contact details can’t be with their questionnaire answers to ensure everyone remains anonymous), scanning every single question for weird answers and making a decision what the participant Really Meant, isn’t tough work, but it sure is tiring. Tiring on the eyes.
Most of the people are ‘normal’, or as Alicia said: ’boring’. But even more interesting are those with unusual results. There was one with Autism who had his mom help him reply; many who are concerned about their shape/weight, but few who smoke (strange hey?); some clinically diagnosed with depression, bipolar disorder… many happy pregnant women. The ones that made me smile were the one with stuff like: ”Good luck”, “I’m so blessed in my life.”, written on the comments section.
Have to be quicker. Have to send everything to the data entry people ASAP. Have to make time to write-up my thesis introduction. Have to work my weekend away.
Fire @ BOZO. “A professor set a monkey on fire.” One part of the uni was teeming with police officers all drinking hot coffee around their cars. Some professor blew something up at the biology building, no one was hurt, except for one burnt monkey.
Just last year the chemistry building blew up too. Some chemicals in the ‘Dangerous Substances’ room somehow managed to mix themselves together and cause an explosive reaction. No one was hurt, but ‘cos the sprinkler came on… a lot of ppl lost their research data. My friend had to graduate one semester later.
James D. Bryden:Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Love does not die easily. It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all of life's hazards, save one -- neglect.
Goethe:To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.
Oscar Hammerstein, II:Do you love me because I'm beautiful,
or am I am beautiful because you love me?
What the world really needs is more love and less paperwork. (yes! yes! no thesis... just love! professor... give me a first class honours... out of love...)
Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman
Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
Danilo Dolci:It's important to know that words don't move mountains. Work, exacting work moves mountains.
If hard work were such a wonderful thing, surely the rich would have kept it all to themselves.
Thomas Alva Edison:Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.(have I told you? a girl in my class has finished her thesis already... super genius or super hardworking? 2 and a half months ahead of schedule.. the rest of us are stressed...)
Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].
Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.
Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.
This has been my life; I found it worth living.
adaptedCharles Augustin Sainte-Beuve:
Tell me who admires and loves you,
And I will tell you who you are.
Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are. (suspiciously similar.. who said what first?)
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. Blackwater Woods
Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.
The secret source of humour itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humour in heaven.
"Has a lot to look at but little to actually watch. The plot is a standard 'cops go undercover to expose drug ring' story, and the characters have no personalities." "Just stalling as it desperately tries to string together the length of three commercial-free episodes that would have been cancelled by the first interruption of #102."| You Are a Chihuahua Puppy |
 Small, high strung, and loyal. You do best in the city with a adults - young kids could crush you! |
| You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament |
 Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace. You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions. You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected. It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional. You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others. While you are quiet, you have a subtle wit that your friends know well. At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything. You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams. You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment. |