It has been two month since the death of my beloved Sangria. Legally she is my property. Traditionally people don’t mourn for the their dead pet publicly. Yet I find it hard to get over the grief. She was one of the best things happened in my PhD years. She helped me calming my nerve, release my stress, and give me an excuse to rest at home. Without her, I am drown in work, and I feel my emotion and mental status are at the brink of collapse.
Yet my work keeps me so busy that I barely get a minute off to write a proper eulogy for her. Every falling flowers keeps reminding of the ending of her life. I am not sure whether it is the pollen or her keeps me crying.
I could never commemorate her too much.
鷓鴣天Sangria
不解街邊貓沈思，未讀國風嫌惡詞。灰鬢不度香腮雪，偷嗅鏡中影是誰。 柳絮嫁，杜宇離，鶯愁蝶倦晚芳時。只怕惜花心易碎，青冢不見荼蘼枝。
Friday, June 7, 2019
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Post candidacy: PhD is a scam
I realized something funny when I was talking to my boyfriend.
About two years ago, I was preparing for a journal club. In that paper, the authors used both mouse and rat models. I asked my colleague, a person that hold PhD from a German institute, what the difference is between mouse and rat. He shrugged, and replied he wasn’t sure. He then commented “I think there is a difference, but I don’t know. It’s difficult to tell since English is not my mother tongue “.
About two years ago, I was preparing for a journal club. In that paper, the authors used both mouse and rat models. I asked my colleague, a person that hold PhD from a German institute, what the difference is between mouse and rat. He shrugged, and replied he wasn’t sure. He then commented “I think there is a difference, but I don’t know. It’s difficult to tell since English is not my mother tongue “.
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