A couple of minutes
... are all I need to write another post. That is all I need - all I have. All the other seconds of my life are spent on my families: going to work late, working as an underpaid PhilCAT data manager and laughing with my new office family, then flying to Sta. Isabel College to play music with my other family, the chamber, then going home with my true family, playing this addicting online game. All the rest are history as far as I know. And I think I will settle for this kind of lifestyle. My aunt in Geneva again suggested that I look for work in an international away-mission. I keep on telling her, "after my thesis, after my thesis..." while in fact I do not really care about my thesis for now. I do not want to change everything, now that I am only starting all over again. I sometimes feel again the frustration of leaving my scientific profession and venture on being a fiddler, err, violinist. But I sometimes feel giving up my arts for science. I think I'm doing both at th...