It's been quite a journey, and a part of me is quite unwilling to let it end. My project is actually really simple. I'm just doing IHC. And at the end of it, I just go "That's it? That's all I'm learning?!".
A part of me really wants to learn more. But I guess I still have a long way to go. My prof was just telling us what he thinks of the spirit of research. And that even in something simple like IHC, there is so much to learn from.
He was telling us about how, no matter what technique we're using, we must always be aware of its limitations, and from these limitations, plan our future directions. No technique is perfect. And even for something simple like IHC, the technique itself varies from lab to lab, country to country. And the whole idea of research is a constant battle of questions and evidence. And basically, have confidence in ourselves. That we did the technique right, and the results in front of us are the evidence of our work. (I always have this paranoia that it's a mistake whenever I get anything odd. Yet, as the prof says, discoveries are more often than not, mistakes.)
It was actually quite interesting to listen to him. It's nothing new, per say. Yet, to hear it being said, and the way the prof says it, it's like taking that first step into some kind of Wonderland all over again.
And as I look back, I guess it's a really interesting journey. I talked to and learned from everyone there, including those NUS High students that were also interning in the lab. (I realised the Gemini social trait in me tends to show whenever I'm not in school...)
And when I could, I would visit Home@68. The food there is nice (the mushroom cream pasta is God-sent!) but I love the service and company there. Even though Sweetie isn't always there all the time (I didn't really expect her to be either. She's quite busy with her project too.) but her boyfriend Puppy (well... he does have this puppy-ish expression on his face...) sometimes talk to me when I'm there, if not, the waiter/waitress would come by for a chat. Heck, sometimes the auntie (Puppy's mom) would also come by to talk to me!
And I guess it's not so much the food, as it is the company that makes me keep wanting to go back to that place. Most of the people there are Christians, yet I don't feel judged there. And I dunno. I like that feeling.
I used to have that feeling when I first entered RiverLife. But the longer I stayed, the more I'm expected to conform, to fit in, or be judged. And that feeling disappears altogether.
And only time will tell, I guess. If the judgement ever comes.
That being said, since I visited the cafe quite a bit this week, I also managed to talk to Sweetie quite a bit. ^^ And to Kitty as well about the class in general. (And what we admire in some of our classmates... XD That convo was quite interesting.)
Haha! The only part I realise that I seriously need to learn is how to comfort or help Kitty and Sweetie. Like, sometimes when they're not feeling well, or upset or God-knows-what, I have no idea what to do. Outwardly, I'd be trying to give them their space, while inwardly, I'd be panicking at what I should be doing to help them. UGH.
And Sunday will be my last moment in choir...
And a part of me is seriously going to miss choir when I go China. I'm gonna miss all the camaraderie that I had with the choir. And when I come back, I know it's going to be different. But how different, I do not know.
UGH. Now that the lab part of FYP is over, I have way too much time to think of these nonsense... Must focus on getting my thesis right first...