chit chat

"I found it was difficult to make girlfriends in graduate school. I sort of had the impression that most of them tried to behave civil rather than friendly. " One day, I discussed this with my labmate sitting next me.

"It was expected. Women hate each other." He said without looking up from the scratch paper full of the mathematic derivation and rubbing his pencil against his head.

"Well, you don't know too many girls. How could you draw such big conclusion?" I felt little bit irritated by his statement.

"I read from somewhere." He replied.

"You mean, those books you flipped randomly at borders and never bothered to buy?"

"JY, what's wrong with you?"

In the meantime, he put down his work, grabbed the mirror on my desk and started fixing his hair. His hair was as curly as instant noodle and very untamed.

"Your flying hair seems more eager to greet others than you do." I complimented.

" I need to get a hair cut soon."

That ended the conversation. Like most other sporadic conversations in lab, it was careless but amusing.