Gotta love science...

My bout of insomnia has disappeared. The night before my Chula interview (which was quite easy, if I say so myself - though I don't want to junx anything), I didn't get to sleep until about 4 in the morning and the next day, after the interview, I conked out until I got to Mahidol for my self-defense class. Then, that night, went out to dinner with my friends (sans Smithi - we think she might still be in the hospital, but no official word) and then I slept over at Kwan's. We went to the orphanage the next day to play with the most amazingly cute kids. I love kids. I want twins, if that's at all possible.
Here's a promise I made to myself - if I hit thirty and I'm still single (and at this rate, I most probably will be), I am still going to have a kid. I don't care if I have to adopt or go in vitro - I want children. I don't want my life to be lived in vain. I mean, other people can win their Nobel prizes or climb Everest, but I'll never do those things. Well then, I'm going to be someone's mother. What's science for anyhow? Maybe I won't be someone's wife, but definitely someone's mom. That's not too much to ask, is it?

Final thought: All parents want their children to be better than they ever intended.