what an unmerciful side of me

Okay, I feel super mean before I write this entry. I shouldn't feel that way but the fact that they are there really annoys me.

Can anybody tell me why are there professional cadger on the street, standing at the same place every single day? And there are shifts. At a different time of the day, a different person is standing there, sticking out his hand and "have a good day" you. I don't know what to do with them. I don't go to church with my wallet unless it's a friday. On fridays, I take my money with me for the church. They stand right in front of the church. What a good working site!!! Father always says we should never say no to people who ask, either spiritually or materially. But there are just there every single day. Somehow I finally understand what my parents always say, some people will make use of people's sympathetic nature and take advantage of it. How much am I going to give them? Don't they have anything better to do during the day? Find yourself a living man.

After Da Vinci Code, I am reading Angels and Demons right now. I really like this book as well, although I have only read around 100 pages. Up to this point, it gives me an impression that the best way to prove Genesis is science. How nice! "Let there be light."

We came across the male reproductive system today. This is actually the first time I have fun in a reproductive histology class. It's funny how the professor actually uses the analogy to describe the spermatozoa entering the epididymis from the testicles. So, when there are so many passengers standing at St George station, the train has never come, nobody shuts off the esculator, people will just keep coming. And the passengers on the platform get pushed forward until ...... well ...... When the spermatozoa get pushed to the epididymis, they have their swimming lessons. At the beginning of the epididymis, they don't swim at all when you look under the microscope. In the middle segment, they probably swim in circles. At the end of it, they graduate cos they can swim in straight lines finally, entering the Ductus Deferens. Too funny.

Have to read Harry Potter next. And Notebook.