There are times in life where you feel as if you've just stepped into an invisible pot-hole...suddenly you find yourself falling down and not being in control. of course, a pot-hole is essentially, a depression in the ground, and obviously after your micro-second fall, you hit rock-bottom. it is then you begin to evaluate your current situation. you stare up at the entrance of that cursed pot-hole and you wonder how you'd have been so blind in the first place as to not have seen it...and then you start conjuring ways of getting out.
I had one of those fall-in-a-pothole feelings today. i blame it on Invertebrate Zoology. maybe i was just studying too much...maybe there was something in the fried rice...maybe i've been watching too much Oprah.
But for just one micro-second, my brain was clouded with doubts as to whether i've made a right choice by choosing to do marine science. a while ago, HongYin commented that i
'took the road less travelled' when referring to my choice of career...and i just laughed it off. but today, during the micro-second fall...that line kept replaying itself in my head.
Is marine science actually the right choice? did i take it just for the whole glamour associated with it? i mean, come on,
marine science = time by the beach = frolicking in the water with dolphins all day = work attire = bikini.
once again, Occam's Razor kicks in hence,
marine science = bikini (haha..it's a joke..laugh).
but the reality of it is, marine science isn't all that glamorous, and i've had first-hand experience in that..we truck around in the mud (which is actually quite fun), get burnt under the sun (not so fun) and examine core sediments (not very interesting either). and of course, marine science isn't going to buy me the little Mazda Miata Convertible that i've had my eye on since forever (i actually don't know the real name for it).
Right little beauty, isn't she? i'm a Realist..i don't go for Ferraris.and it didn't help that the first reaction people give when they hear that i'm doing marine science is to raise their eyebrows and go..
"Ooohhhh..." with their voice trailing off after 5 minutes. the next thing they do is to ask me what job options i have and if it pays well. all i can muster is a flimsy pathetic little squeak of a reply..
"research or conservation, i guess"...in which they proceed to rip me up into shreds by saying...
"Oooohhh..." once again.. and
"But it doesn't pay good money"... to which i'd answer
"well, STFU, if i wanted a good pay i'd have become a lawyer or an accountant or a bloody engineer, wouldn't i??"...but of course, that only happens in the brain..when you're dealing with adults, the best answer is just a simple harmless non-descript ..
"no la, auntie/uncle"...bah.
ahh..i digress. the main thing is, for that micro-second, i actually doubted the choice i made and thought,
"fuck..what if they're right?"...but as the micro-second passed and i crawled my way out of the pot-hole, i knew that i've made the right choice...nothing makes me happier than trucking around in mud and getting burnt and smelling noxious fumes emitted by the bacterial mats that exist within the core sediments.
which brings me to another point that i have to make tonight:
as you would have noticed if you've been reading the above closely, i mentioned that one of the key-factors for the micro-second fall was too much damned Invertebrate Zoology. i've been
reading poring over that damned book for the past 2 days now... it is all an attempt to quell my guilt and justify my two-days-in-a-row abscence from uni...i can explain, mom.
anyway, i've been reading about worms and nothing BUT worms for the past two days to make up for not going to uni..layman's term would be 'studying'. and these worms that i'm dealing..they're not your average garden variety worms...haha..no..they're the
NASTY ones that parasitise your liver, and made your anus itch when you were a child, and gave you nightmares when you saw pictures of people infected with elephantiasis...they're the ones with hooks and opisthaptors and suckers. they're the
Trematodes, Cestodes and Nematodes. 
Beware the parasites...they hook themselves to your intestine and liver and will never let go. and the itch they cause around the anal area is a real damn BITCH.and the primary hosts for these fiendish creatures from hell are the molluscs. and many of these fiendish creatures from hell, especially the Nematodes, live in watercress (kangkung).
let's evaluate the situation that we have here...i love my molluscs..i love to eat them. but it is not only I who love to eat them, these damned parasitic worms love to live and reproduce in them. and i love kangkung. that's about the only damned vegetable that i eat. and those damned parasitic worms love to live and make babies in them.
hence, i'm utterly convinced that my body is now playing host to a myriad of parasitic worms. ARGH!!
i'm convinced i have parasites in me..those damned worms, living and reproducing within my intestinal tracts and living off my nutrients and then their little babies will continue the whole vicious cycle until one day my intestines become so saturated with them that it will
EXPLODE and my body will be filled with antigenic fluid from the ruptured hydatid cysts caused by those DAMNED WORMS!
and then..i will die. from shock.
the end.
