I feel very depressed...
This morning, I was told that someone I respected very much, and treated me very well passed away... According to the news, her husband tried to wake her up in the morning but failed to get any response... This is so sudden... ...
The very first thing that came to my mind was that her daughter is still so young...
Feeling that I could not hold on to my tears any longer, I went to the washroom to cry...
The rest of the day in the laboratory, I feel like I was missing a soul... I thought of not going for the promotor work, but I wanted something to occupy my mind with, so I went.
While walking to dispose of some cardboard, I felt tears swelling up my eyes again, and I thought, this is really not a good idea... I'm affecting my job with my emotions...
Fortunately, there were other promotors... The concern of the auntie, lame jokes from those "boy boy" and how they insisted not to let me carry heavy stuff (though I must say I prefer to be more independent)... ... Somehow, I feel so much better...
It is really amazing how little actions can make such a different... I doubt any of the promotors will get to read this, but I still want to say... ...
THANKS for making my day a much better one.
Le~
This morning, I was told that someone I respected very much, and treated me very well passed away... According to the news, her husband tried to wake her up in the morning but failed to get any response... This is so sudden... ...
The very first thing that came to my mind was that her daughter is still so young...
Feeling that I could not hold on to my tears any longer, I went to the washroom to cry...
The rest of the day in the laboratory, I feel like I was missing a soul... I thought of not going for the promotor work, but I wanted something to occupy my mind with, so I went.
While walking to dispose of some cardboard, I felt tears swelling up my eyes again, and I thought, this is really not a good idea... I'm affecting my job with my emotions...
Fortunately, there were other promotors... The concern of the auntie, lame jokes from those "boy boy" and how they insisted not to let me carry heavy stuff (though I must say I prefer to be more independent)... ... Somehow, I feel so much better...
It is really amazing how little actions can make such a different... I doubt any of the promotors will get to read this, but I still want to say... ...
THANKS for making my day a much better one.
Le~
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