A Fruitful Week

This week had been a fruitful one.

I had ( for most part of the week) came home straight after work.

My,my, the feeling is wonderful!



Especially when I get off work on time- though I get so struck on campus bcos of the bus frequency.



For once, my reactions had started to behave themselves.(which I think is sort of too late, since I am going to move on to the next project)

The all important 1,4 addition had worked on the conjugated system, though its diastereoselectivity is still the question.

Not adding to the same face of the molecule just so WRONG!

I definitely must build that model out to see whether it is possible for that to happen.



I had finished part of the assignment that the Great One had given out and will continue to do so over the weekend.

Tmr will be "exciting"- buying flowers and all for the big wedding preparation.

I hope to be able to clear some stuff after that errand.



Good night world.

Writing a journey

Suddenly had this deep urge to rejoin the blogging world.
After the day out on the all so hype-up day, just a statement from a friend made me rethink about my life.
" Do you write?"
After hearing my lament that I had not been gifted with the ability to draw.

I used to, but not fantasy romantic stories that pple would pay money for.
just simple stories of my own life, filled with the emotions I felt and intepretated.

Her simple words made me rethink about the things I like to do and would like to do again.
Writing/blogging is one of them.
I used to write compulsively, with some friends reading my blog every other day..
But i stopped.

I stopped after I went Boston and during my time there, I stopped writing.
I was depressed to write, and was busy warding off some demons there.
Writing was not able to be the instant help I so wanted it to be.

Before I started this blog, I read thr' my old postings at the other sites.
I was amazed at my writing- though not perfect but had that sense of sacrasm which I know so well... Me.
Memories of the past came back and brought me through time machine.
The emotions, oh, I still could remember them so clearly.

I envied my friends for sticking through with their blogs and going on strong.
I did not- the blog contained too much hurt and pain that I no longer wanted to be associated with it.

I had closed that chapter of my life, and moving on to another chapter... and it is apt that this time I have it documented.
The first recession of my life, the working experience, the struggles that I face internally.
Seeing my close friends getting married would be another thing in the list, (maybe?) meeting someone important in my life, maybe working overseas again...

Life is a journey....and I am putting it down.