Wednesday, December 29, 2004
what makes a meal good- half of it depends on the food alone, and half of it depends on the company. and today, i had a shitty meal, because the company was utter bullshit.
perhaps its because i've yet to learn the art of small talk- on the other hand, this skill was elevated to an art form judging from the conversation (or lack thereof) throughout the three hours of repartee purgatory.
the weather seemed to be a favorite subject.
you're from wisconsin? brrr it's cold there. then the buggers from california will chime in and say 5 degrees is cold already, what more -20. this theme was repeated in various variations througout the goddamn 3 hour long tea session.
other favorite topics include : how's your GPA and is it holding up? when am I graduating?
and the grand old game of who's who: oh do you know X in your school? how is he/she? (de rigeur exclamation follows) i heard he's doing _______ (fill in the blanks yourself). not bad huh. yes i know Y too, yes hes/shes ____________ and the cycle repeats.
not a single word about what am i doing in the lab. not a single spit about happenings in science. not even a single whisper about research in singapore.
in short, what a boring collection of farts. of course, i lost my appetite and never really regained it until 4 hours later even though the fare was more than half decent.
you idiots
do you know why i sit silent looking at all of you speak like a bunch of synchopant-fools?
because i've got nothing to prove to you
nothing at all.
perhaps its because i've yet to learn the art of small talk- on the other hand, this skill was elevated to an art form judging from the conversation (or lack thereof) throughout the three hours of repartee purgatory.
the weather seemed to be a favorite subject.
you're from wisconsin? brrr it's cold there. then the buggers from california will chime in and say 5 degrees is cold already, what more -20. this theme was repeated in various variations througout the goddamn 3 hour long tea session.
other favorite topics include : how's your GPA and is it holding up? when am I graduating?
and the grand old game of who's who: oh do you know X in your school? how is he/she? (de rigeur exclamation follows) i heard he's doing _______ (fill in the blanks yourself). not bad huh. yes i know Y too, yes hes/shes ____________ and the cycle repeats.
not a single word about what am i doing in the lab. not a single spit about happenings in science. not even a single whisper about research in singapore.
in short, what a boring collection of farts. of course, i lost my appetite and never really regained it until 4 hours later even though the fare was more than half decent.
you idiots
do you know why i sit silent looking at all of you speak like a bunch of synchopant-fools?
because i've got nothing to prove to you
nothing at all.
