"I can tell you, but then I'd have to kill you"

Supervisor is actually happy with my progress so much that I'm now forbidden to talk to anyone about it. :P Oops.

Well I can still write about how well (or badly) it's going, of course. Otherwise my blog with be just about my lunch. (It's wedges with cheese sauce today)

Anyway, it's all good news, except maybe that I'd be busy for a while. But that's okay. Hopefully I can finish my proposal by end of this week and everything would be nice and peachy.

Back to work. :)

An eye for an eye

The usual "good night" txt from Pete last night was not quit "usual". It basically said "London got bombed, call you when you're free to fill you in"

We talked on the phone for about an hour, where he logged online and check all the major news sources, and relay that to me, already in my nightie and in bed.

Luckily, none of our friends and family were involved, but it still gives us a tremendous sense of sadness. Both because of all those innocent lives, and because of the human race.

I can't say I understant the mind set of the terrorist. I've never been through what they've been through. I've never been in a country that's been invaded, and I don't think I'd understand they're anger without going through what they have gone through.

What I found particularly confuse, though, is the fact that the voices most actively condemning there people are the same ones who says "we'll revenge and bomb THEIR home", and claim they're "just".

I can't tell people what is just, because (as Nadesico pointed out) there is no ubiquitous justice. But what I have against people claiming they are being just by doing exactly what was done to them. To me, that's not just. That's revenge. That's just putting themselves to the same level as the people who committed the "unspeakable crimes" in the first place.

I would like to think there is a better way, and they probably is, but it'll involve more or less getting everyone to see the bigger picture, to see that violence doesn't solve anything, and it only generate more anger and continue this vicious cycle. But then, I thought that's what Christianity teaches, and the same people who "bring justice" by bombing the hell out of another country are the ones who said they work on Christian values.

Go figure.

Shocking weather

Well, probably not that shocking considering I'm sitll in Auckland. And at least I managed to go grab my lunch before it was pouring with rain. But rain always depress me for some reason.

Lost finale was last night, and it was one of those "non-ending". I had very high hopes for that series, and it'd be a shame if they're going to keep going and keep making squeals until it's bad. o_O I hope they'll have more sense than that.

Anyway, sushi for lunch today again, since last time I ventured into the realm of pie that was very disappointing. Quite a bit of work to do before tomorrow, that should keep me busy. Still not really important work but I think at least it's something.

*sigh*.

Progress

The research seems to be making progress, and work said that I can meet with my 2nd supervisor this friday coz she's in town, so Yay!

Anyway, I'm emotionally more stable. Still a long roud but it's getting better. Fingers crossed it won't last much longer.

P.S.

I lost my Monday blog. Dunno where it's gone but it's not here anymore. Grrr! o_O

Ah well, you didn't miss much. :P

Slow recovery

I'm trying to convince myself that I'm slowly recovering. (Actually, Pete's trying to convince me that). I think I'm slowly recovering. I still haven't got my appetite back, but it might have more to do with the fact that I had coffee and a nice chocolate muffin for breakfast. But yeah, still can't eat.

I bump into my old boss in the cafe when I was having breakfast. It's actually good to catch up with her and somehow I do feel a bit better. Tomorrow should be fun, I might have to drive. Yikes.

Anyway, I might go for a walk and at least buy something and TRY to eat... :\

Not a good day.

Well, I think the depression and stress got the better of me. Crashed my car again today, and even though everyone's been telling me it's normal and all but it just doesn't help. Well, Petey being there helps. And that's good.

Seriously thinking I need to go into the counsellor in uni, if not just to see whether they can help a bit. I don't know if I need an extension yet. Hopefully I won't.

Anyhow. Trying my best not to think about things now.