Woes of Working...

Had a really bad day today... I would say that today was shitty for the lack of better words. Why? I'll make it simple and to the point. Only one person can get me so frustrated at the labs... Yeah, the one and only K. I will withhold all names for obvious reasons. I'm pretty lucky that I'm not handling this subject alone, in a way. KS was a lot of help today. Now, where should I begin? Right, the beginning it shall be.

 

The problems actually started yesterday. K asked me to prepare 4 bottles broth of the morning session and 3 bottles for the afternoon session. Note, each flask holds 50ml of broth, which means a total of about 350ml. The practical states that each group is supposed to use 10ml of bacterial culture, which means a total of around 140ml for the morning session alone. The day I received these instructions was Friday. I made the solutions on Monday and I began to prepare for today's practical on Tuesday. On Tuesday, I had to aliquot the 30% glycerol into 28 tubes for the morning session and 26 for the afternoon session. I managed to set up all the things for the practical by 5.00pm and was getting ready to leave for the day. It was then that I realised that K liked to have at least 2 samples for each group. I hurried to the practical steps and re-calculated the total volume of broth I needed. In total, I needed some 600ml of broth. The worst thing is that the broth would require autoclaving to make sure there was no contamination. I needed to be sure so I called K up to make sure. Sadly, my worries were no unfounded.

 

KS and I quickly whipped up 3 more bottles of broth and called it a day. I would need to come in early the next morning to get the competent cells ready so I decided to autoclave the remaining 3 bottles the next morning after I added the inoculants into the available bottles. So, this morning, I rushed to the labs and by 8am, the next batch of cells was multiplying in the shaking incubator. By 8.30am, I managed to autoclave the remaining 3 bottles, grab heaps of ice, set up enough calcium chloride to drown a rat, and distribute chilled 30% glycerol to the classes. By 9 am, I was checking the OD of the cells in the incubator. The increase was slow and I was worried that the OD would not rise up quick enough for the class. Around that time, KS came in to work.

 

By 9.10am, the lab was bustling with students. K's wife is the demonstrator for one of the lab classes and personally, she's as annoying as K himself. She has this knack of being altogether condescending and asking for things when I'm busy. The worst thing is that I have to drop whatever I'm doing to cater to whatever inane thing that she's asking for. That, however, will be a tale for another day. By 10 am, K was getting antsy over the OD of the cells and asked me to add 1ml extra bacterial culture to the fresh batches. I responded quickly and began to fill in pipette tip boxes. It's really amazing how quickly students go through them!

 

Around 10.30am, K couldn't wait any longer and took the new batch out and began to distribute the cells to the students. I don't think he realised the extra 2 bottles that had to be used. I was just beginning to think that I could sit down and breathe when he popped in to tell me the amount of glycerol I provided was insufficient. At first, I thought he didn't notice the extra tubes I added in the ice box. Sadly, that wasn't the case, as the final volume of the cells would be around 1ml, the students would be able to make 10 replicates. 10 replicates would mean that each group would produce 20 tubes of competent cells. In the semesters before, only 2 replicates were used and I followed the instructions left by the previous technician before me. I had only prepared for the students to have only 2 replicates and suddenly, I had to make more glycerol.

 

At that moment, I felt like shit. I was so frustrated with K that I was very close to crying. After regaining my composure, I calculated the amount I needed in total and did the math to determine the volume of stock solution I needed to achieve the 30% concentration needed for the practical. I was feeling rather rubbish-y as the glycerol was supposed to sterile and I didn't have time to autoclave the thing. K suggested I just filter sterilise the solutions, but that wasn't the case. The case was the fact that he ALWAYS INFORMS ME ABOUT THINGS AT THE VERY LAST MINUTE!!!!! This was the main reason the previous two technicians left. They were tired of him making their lives so difficult when working under him. One of them used to stay very late, the other used to come to work even on weekends when the results could not be achieved.

 

I have noticed a trend though. Every Wednesday, I will definitely have problems in the morning sessions. By the time it's afternoon, I'd have covered everything and made sure that K wouldn't need to bother me. Oh well. That's my rant for today at least. I need to sleep... I've been rushing to and fro at work so much that I am drained. Toodles...

 

A Post, FINALLY!

It's 8.30 a.m. in Monash. There isn't anyone around here yet. KS won't pop his head through the door till he's had his breakfast and the semester hasn't begun yet. I've been growing tomatoes in the lab and just started on the tobacco. They're thriving as they grow in their little pots. Little do they know, they're only alive because we need their leaves for the classes next semester.

 

It's been a while since I've actually blogged. I guess there isn't any proper reason for it. I actually feel a bit guilty for not blogging for so long. But then again, nothing much has been happening. Fats joined Monash earlier this month and she will be leaving to do her masters in May I think. That and the summer holidays are coming to an end. Next week, chaos will begin... once again. For now, I'm taking advantage of the quiet the lab has to offer...

 

The sunlight is streaming in through the open window, which I forgot to close last night. As a result, one of the petri dishes where I'm cultivating tobacco seedlings has nearly dried up. My plants look very pretty in this light. I would take a picture, but then that would mean I'd get sidetracked from this post.

 

I attended a Mogwai concert. Did I mention that? It was awesome. Thank you H and VY for getting us the tickets, thanks babe for bringing me! I left the concert rather amazed that this concert had almost no drunks, druggies and smokers. I guess maybe holding the concert in KLCC convention centre results in something like that.

 

I can hear doors opening and closing along the hallway, signalling that life is starting to stream into the labs now. The cleaning aunty just walked in to grab some stuff then walked out of the lab, without closing the door again. I guess once I've posted this, I'll go back to gaming. Prince of Persia: Warrior Within. It's pretty alright so far, but tedious. Oh well, I won't have this luxury to blog or game starting next week! Till I manage to remember or dedicate some time to blogging, fare thee well!

2009 already?!

The year is coming to a close. Today is the eve of 2009. 2009. It sounds so strange on my tongue. I'll be starting the New Year with a blasted cold though. I've also been thinking about making New Year resolutions. I may not be able to keep them though. I guess I'll list them down nicely here then. Who knows? Readers may be able to encourage me to actually stick to the damn things.

 

1. Remember to actually note down all my expenses so I can keep an eye on my budget
   
2. Be a better girlfriend (one that doesn't exasperate Nick so much it renders him red in the face and speechless)
   
3. Be a better friend (one that actually makes an effort to keep in touch)
   
4. Be a better daughter (go online more than once a week to talk to my overly anxious mummy)
   

 

Well, that's all my sick-addled brain can come up with for now.

 

Yesterday, I went to Marmalade Cafe, a quaint little place in Bangsar Village II. Pretty good food and affordable, it was pretty enjoyable. Nick and I went there for his birthday. Initially, the grouch that he is didn't want to go with the reasoning that it was just an excuse for us to go out. I still believe in the fun of birthdays and enjoying the day you were born on. Fine, I'm childish! Whatever! At least I'm happy most of the time. ANYWAYS! I found the place through KLue and decided to try to the place. The pictures of the pastries and food looked great, that and KS was sitting next to me telling me to be his guinea pig in testing this place out.

 

We ordered the salmon quiche and some avocado pasta. Nick took the pasta, and I had the quiche. The quiche was lovely. The pastry was so so though. The filling however was lovely. It wasn't too salty or bland and the salmon bits were scattered through the pie. Nick's pasta took the spotlight though. It smelt delicious, looked delicious and tasted awesome! Despite the very green colour, it didn't taste too "green" for lack of better words. The chicken chunks in the pasta weren't fatty and fell apart nicely in the mouth. As dessert, we ordered the chocolate brownie. THAT was good.The brownie came to us topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate syrup. The brownie itself was warm with a moist centre. Thinking about it makes me hungry. Bugger! Well, the brownie was rather rich, which is good.

 

I won't be posting pictures here just yet. I can't seem to find my cable to transfer the pictures from my phone to my laptop. I was tempted to take pictures of the plate of the finished brownie. There wasn't a crumb there in sight. All that was left was chocolate syrup spread around by Nick who was trying to wipe up every morsel of chocolate cake! Sadly, I wasn't feeling so great so Nick and I decided to leave the little place to walk around a bit.

 

Anyways, tonight, I think I'll either pass the invitations to go out if my cold gets worse. As of now, I'm sniffling and blowing my nose every once in a while. Highly annoying, mind you!

Cheating?

I realised that things have been changing quite a bit. It sometimes feels like I'm still very much asleep and all I've been doing is sleep-walking around my life. I have everything that I could possibly need. I have people that love me, great and caring friends and a job. I have a home, a place to sleep, eat, rest and unwind after a long and hard day at work or generally after a tough time.

 

I've also realised that I didn't notice that the world was shifting all around me. Things that I never expected to happen have happened. Things that I never dreamed would occur are starting to unravel and spread their shit all over. I need to get some things back into focus and try to realise what I want in life. I'm no longer 18, as much as I'd love to go back to that age.

 

I miss my best friend desperately. Hopefully we can make it tomorrow night and I won't be disappointed by a cancellation of the plans. I really feel that I need this time with her. It's been a while since I had proper female-no-hold-back conversations. Not to mention there is just so much gossip that I need to catch up with her.

 

There are also the things that have gotten me thinking. I've been having rather amusing conversations with my carpool buddy on the way home from work nearly every day. Today's topic is a huge medley of random things, ranging from sick perverts and cheating boyfriends. That really got me thinking. What would I do if I was cheated on, again? Would I ever cheat on my boyfriend? I can't imagine doing so. I believe in "all or nothing", so I can't imagine being a cheater. This comes to the part where I wonder what encompasses cheating.

 

Does cheating only happen when you start something with the "other guy" or when you start looking around at other people? I think maybe it's too subjective. I think I'll do a little survey to see what exactly people think cheating is. I think, in my case, its fine to look and all, but never act on the thoughts and it's fine. Once you act on it, you better save the other party a world of hurt and end things.

 

Though an amusing thought just popped up as I'm writing this... if Nick reads this, he'll think all sorts of things. Silly boy, it's all or nothing. So I'm not cheating on you, or thinking of doing so!

 

The Elusive 400mM

It was a dark and gloomy day. The clouds were dark and stormy cutting off the rays of light the sun brought. The atmosphere in the laboratory was bleak and depressing. Still, I persevered. It had to be done. The elusive 400mM media was the key to the success of continuing the dying line and breed of calli that were begin to exhibit signs of rapid deterioration. I wasn't sure if it would work this time. It was proving a sneaky media to make indeed.

 

I recall the first time I made the media not too long ago. It was just last week and yet it stays fresh in my mind like it happened less than 2 hours ago. I had collaborated with my colleague, an esteemed scientist with the highest calibre. Together, we made several treatments for our cultured crop. The treatments ranged from "Control" to the deadly "400mM" stress treatments. We had started the day with high spirits as my colleague had done this before. It was no problem calculating the volumes and amount of chemicals to add due to the presence of existing recipes left behind by the past scientists that had started this experiment.

 

After making all the media, we sent it up the people on level 5. Level 5, it is the place of steam and high pressure sterilisation. No bacteria can go into those huge machines and come out alive. Our treasure autoclave machines sat there in their thrones on level 5. My dear friend, Fernando, the appointed operator of the machines stared at the number of bottles I had brought up with me to sterilised and uttered several lines of "Hou guai FAN ar!" before lamenting on the fact the it would probably take him all day to sterilize our things. A little cajoling and promises of free ice tea made the bespectacled man relent and slowly load the jars of life into the huge mouth of the machine.

 

That was when disaster struck. The machines wouldn't work. Sometime between 10.00am and slightly before lunch, someone had tripped the autoclave machine's live-giving force. We were stranded on the proverbial island staring out into the sea hoping for the boat that would take our media and germinating jars to the land of sterility and cleanliness. Our beloved jars sat there, mocking us in their silence. Turning to my esteemed colleague, I asked him for advice. We pondered the possibilities with Fernando, feeling that three heads would be better than one. Finally, we came to an agreement to place the treasured bottles of life-giving media into the cold room where the cold would seal the goodness of the media in.

 

The next morning, I anxiously carried my treasured media to level 5 yet again, hoping and praying all would be fine. Sadly, the autoclave machine Gods were unkind and still refused to give the zap of life to their subjects. Alas, Fernando was on leave on that day and I had to depend on the master of autoclave machines, Sam-Pak. The man was a sturdy man who raved on and on about things (to be honest, I can't remember what he raved about) but would never turn down a few bottles of media. He promised me that my media would be safely deposited in my arms by the end of the day. My heart was full of uneasiness and I carried the sterile jars that I had sent up much earlier in the week back to my cave on level 4.

 

In my dungeon, I worked on the sterile bottles, sealing them to prevent monsters and contaminants from entering them and causing my precious callus to die bacterial infestations and fungal overgrowths. Finally, just as I was about to pass out from anxiety for my media, the master of level 5 summoned me. With a rapidly beating heart (from running up the stairs) I reached the sacred room itself. Accepting the hot bottles of media, I rushed down to my dank and cold dungeon where I proceeded to place the precious bottles into a pre-heated oven of 65˚C to maintain the media's liquid composition. Patting myself on the back for such swift work, I got ready to close the dungeon for the day.

 

The next morning, I was greeted by a horrifying sight. Although all the other media bottles were fine, the 400mM media was a horrible murky colour. I was destroyed. My heart shattered into a million pieces. Rescuing my other media, I began to pour them into their jars, hoping and praying to the media Gods that 400mM would somehow be redeemed. When my esteemed colleague walked through the bars of my dungeon, I showed him the horror. His eyes widened as he shook his head sadly. "It can't be saved" was all he said. At that moment, my heart fell and my world came crashing down. The 400mM treatment calli would be doomed unless I made another batch. Not willing to give up so easily, I told my colleague that I would make it the next day. True enough, I kept to my world. This time, I came in early and started early, hoping to get the early session of the autoclave room. I sent up my media and waited.

 

In the afternoon, I sent up my colleague to get the elusive 400mM media. I was busy sealing my other jars when he walked through the door. A look of sadness in his eyes with the media in his hands, he called out my name.

 

"It didn't make it. We did everything we could. I'm sorry. It solidified in the machine. It doesn't make sense,"

 

Letting out a wail, I cradled the remains of the media in my arms. Finally, when the heat was too much to bear, I passed it to my colleague who helpfully poured the remains away. Something happened to me that day though. The sight of the strangely solidified media stirred a beast in my soul. I would conquer it. I ran through the recipe hoping to find answers, but finding none, I resorted to reading manga for inspiration. Deciding enough was enough, I began preparing myself for the next batch of 400mM media to make. This time, I would succeed.

 

It was a happy and cheerful Tuesday morning when I sent the bottle up again. The sun was bright and I was in good spirits. Something told me everything would be alright this time. By noon, I collected my media which was warm and toasty. With a skill only attained through hours of practising, I poured out the media quickly to avoid the dreaded solidification of the liquids before I was done. Sure enough, I managed to achieve that I had set out to do. I had conquered the 400mM media. All that was left was to leave it to harden. Carefully spacing out the jars to allow maximum airflow, I left it to mature in the laminar flow as I went to hunt for pork noodles.

 

I returned to my lair later, around 2.00 pm. The hunt was good and my spirits were up. Sure enough, my jars were sitting there like they should, all nice and cool. The media had hardened as it should and all was good once again in the world of the Genetics Prep room.

This and That

I haven't been blogging for a while now. It's only because I was too lazy to actually. Hehehe! Well, lately, nothing much has happened. Nothing much to blog about anyway. Well, I still work in the lab and lately, it's been a rather slow period at work. Lately, there's been no more classes in the lab so we haven't much to prepare. Due to that, I kind of got into trouble with the Miss Su-tupid. That though, is a story for another day.

 

I just got an sms though, from my mum saying my dad got his appendix removed! To me, this is rather amusing seeing as he's the one that usually nags us about not running up and down after meals. I do know, however, that moving a lot may not always be the cause for appendicitis. Well, what matters is my dad's ok now. He had a surgery this morning to have it removed and is now recuperating. I'm definitely not going to let him live this one down! :P

 

Oh yeah! Before I forget, SPCA has a little party going on this coming Friday. It's going to be held at the Boathouse in TTDI from 7.30pm onwards. The admittance fee is RM50. It'll be a charity even to collect donations I suppose. On that note, people who want to get a dog or cat, do go to SPCA today. There's plenty of pets waiting to be taken home!

Hmm...

I seem to be getting some hate on my site as of late, eh? It's interesting how this is happening. To be honest, I don't really care much. The only thing that surprises me is that there are actually that many people that read my blog!

 

Everybody has a bad day, right? Oh well.

 

Anyways! My convocation is this Saturday. I don't really feel all that excited, to be honest. Something about it seems so ridiculous at the moment. Monash is aiming to suck our money dry this time around. I need to find a place to take a portrait with my family. If I were to get Monash to do it for me, I will, without a doubt, have to pay through my very bulbous nose.

 

My folks will be flying in Friday evening. My brother and I may not be able to make it in time to pick them up, sadly. I have to clean up this house! :O heheh! Well, I'm off!

 

Not So Great a Day

In life, sometimes you meet rather difficult people. Then, there's the times when there's the back-stabbing and cloak and dagger. There are the good people too that understand the way things are run and look out for you. Then there's the nice ones that listen to you rant and offer sympathising remarks and try to advice you on the situation.

 

I don't want to say too much due to this being a bit sensitive to maybe some people who I know. Oh well... had to let it out.

Miracle Cures... or are they?!

Ebene. I don't know how many people have heard of this product. It's been sold in most of the major pharmacies in KL. At least, that's what I've noticed. My dad wanted to buy it today, to which I strongly discouraged it. One of the main reasons is that it claims to use something called "Bio-Ray" to heal pains in the joints and promote blood circulation.

 

I just got home and did some research. Most of these "miracle-cure" products are based on something called FIR (Far Infra-red) rays. Basically, it says that FIR rays cause the cells to resonate at the optimal frequency to allows the alleged increase in blood circulation and what not. Apparently, it also heals cancer!

 

There has been to date, only a few journals on FIR and it has been tested on small animals only (i.e. rats). FIR is basically heat that is generated from ceramic being heated up. The main issue here is that when I examined the product at Guardian, there was no compartment that could contain the ceramic.

 

Ceramic is an inert material that can be used in the production of prosthetics, bone implants and a few surgical practices due to it inertness. I think some smart aleck must have found out about the ceramic properties and decided to start this mumbo jumbo on bio-rays and what not.

 

FIR may work in cellular form in ideal laboratory conditions, but in the real world, many factors come in. Everything from the temperature, moisture, the individual and the problem the individual is facing. Mostly, these products use pseudoscience to entice their customers. The product my dad wanted to get doesn't even have its own website!

 

It's too dodgy and the thing is costly. It costs some MYR157 for the knee guard. For MYR90, you can get something from pro-sport which is specially designed for athletes. Well, although it may work for some, this girl is still sceptical. Until I see a scientific journal stating the confirmed effects, I will remain a sceptic.

Rant...

You think you're so damn smart. You always react his way. Do you ever think twice before you do what you do? You make me feel so angry I want to scream and throw things at you, yet I can't because it would be too stupid. You make a mountain out of a mole hill and won't let go of trivial matters. Huge matters don't seem to matter much to you. I can't stand it sometimes. What you've done to me hurts me in more ways than one, and I think you know it. Maybe that's why you do it.

 

I try to understand and push things aside. I bloody hell hate confrontations and all you do, it seems, is constantly force me into a corner where I have to smile and pretend all's good or lash back resulting in difficult situations for me.

 

I'm angry. So sue me if you read this. I haven't blogged in a while so while I'm at it; let my readers read something different for a change. Only you rile me up this way. And the worst thing you know much I hate being this angry. You act so superior sometimes I want to knock you down a few pegs like how you constantly remind me of my short-comings and failures and the constant disappointment I am to you. Maybe I should keep my angry posts up instead of deleting them every time I post them up. Maybe you'd finally see what an asshole you can be.

 

You're rude and you think you can be rude to me. One day I won't take all this in stride. One day I'll snap and then you'll know how angry you make me. I have my pride too. I have my dignity. Do you like it if someone were to call you stupid? To curse at you and make you feel small and useless. I can't believe you do this to me and actually mean it. I feel like throwing a lot of large heavy objects at you. You have no idea how angry I am.

 

So, you know what? Fuck you. Screw you. Don't you dare think that I'm at fault. This time, I won't be the one to offer the olive branch. You really think I'm so easy to push around?! I'm not one of your friends. I've been so forgiving to you. Yes, yes, so have you, right? But have I ever made you feel inadequate? Have I ever made you feel small and inferior? Have I ever made you feel stupid and hurt by the words I say? If I have, I highly doubt that I meant it. You say and do all those things with so much venom.

 

Keep your harsh words, your poison, your venom and piercing words. I don't want to hear them. I don't need to feel the pain and sting of every barb and lash of your actions. I'm going to love myself a little more, make myself happier. I won't listen to your angry and painful snipes. I won't bother about your spiteful remarks. I'll be turning a deaf ear to all of them. I hope you sleep well tonight knowing what you've done. Though you probably think you're the one who's been wronged...

I'm OLD!!! Or am I?

It’s my birthday today. Today, I’m 23. I have no idea what’s in store for me in the up coming years. I have no idea how things may change and what I will be doing for the rest of my life. It has been this way since the beginning of time. Yet, despite the fact that today, I’m officially a year older than I was this time last year, I don’t feel any older or any changes.

I feel as young and as childish as I was when I was 7 running through the playground to have a go on the swing. I feel as happy as I did when I was a little kid when my mum would cuddle me. I feel no different to when I used to think my youngest brother, who is 11 this year, was the sweetest little baby in the world.

I still like to tie my hair up in pigtails and I still love to snuggle up to my mum and grandma. I still skip and run at the same time when I’m happy. Looks like I didn’t grow up much despite what my age says, eh?

Looking on the bright side of things can always make you look many years younger. Smiling more makes your face more youthful as the muscles are always used. Laughter makes you fill up with good hormones and gives you a lift in your mood. It’s scientifically proven!

So this coming year, I’ll live life and act the same as I always have. I have watched people and found that you age more if you attempt to change yourself. I will not stress myself over things that cannot be changed. I will not allow other people to get me down. I have more fun and indulge many more swing rides. I will go down the slide like I did when I was 5. I will eat more fruits and drink more water.

I will be more kind and helpful at any chance I get. I will try not to appear snobbish and unapproachable. I will maintain my sarcasm as I love it so. I will try to be less harsh and more forgiving. I will learn to control my temper and direct it away from those that I love.

To all my friends who have wished me a happy birthday, I wish a fantastic life for each and every one of you. Thank you for remembering me and forgive me if I forgot your birthdays! :P hehe!

First Day of Work

Today’s the first day of work for me. Well, I have worked here before, but all the same, things are a bit different. I’m working for someone different but it’s still someone I know. I think this coming semester, the work I’ll be doing will be a little different from before. It used to be a lot easier and lighter to handle, with less chemicals, but then again, each job is different I suppose.

At the moment, I’m in the lab preparation room while waiting for the autoclave to finish. This means anywhere between 2 – 3 hours. Which, to be honest, isn’t good news for me. Chin Leng, Nick and I will be catching Hellboy 2 later today and I don’t really feel like going late as I’m really rather tired. The main reason I’m going tonight is due to Chin Leng leaving soon. Other than that, I just want to watch the damn show.

Today’s lab session went smoothly and relatively quickly. This however, can’t be always the case as I know. As the semester goes along, the more the work load I’ll have. For now, I’ll just drag out my old notes on MBB and plant biotech to read up on the labs.

Who said working meant you didn’t need to study anymore was lying…

It Started with a Bang, Then a Knot, and then a Ring, and finally, I Graduated :)

If you think the title is a bit odd, in all honesty, I meant for it to look unique. In my defence, the title doesn't mean anything vulgar or sexual. Day before yesterday, I found out that I have officially graduated. I can say the feeling that you have finally gotten through everything is very satisfying. The day started out like this....

 

It was 9.30 a.m. and the curtains in my room were drawn causing a warm orange light to be filtered into my room. My bed was nice and warm and the air conditioning unit was whirring like it always does. I was dreaming of ice cream and the beach as I lay in bed, surrounded by the snug cocoon my blanket was. Suddenly, an almighty sound like an explosion shook me out of bed. The windows of my apartment rattled in their rails and my entire apartment felt like it had a tremor running through it. Leaping out of my bed, I rushed to my window to see what caused the noise. The pool boy cleaning the wading pool had stopped his cleaning and was staring at the general direction of the new condominiums in front of mine. The building had been completed not long ago.

 

Scampering off to my balcony, I notice that thick black smoke was starting to drift upwards from one of the lower floors of that apartment. My neighbours were also shaken by the explosion and many were standing on their balconies straining their eyes to see what was going on. Note, I did this all in my jammies, and when I finally realised that my neighbours, should they have happened to look at my general direction would have seen a girl with bed hair, faded violet t-shirt and boxer shorts on. Well, after the excitement, I went into the house, but not after calling Nick and his cousin. I then proceeded to yabber about it my mum through msn.

 

Nick was having an interview with some heating company and I was waiting for him to pop by and we'd go for lunch. I was jittery with the results coming out and I was pacing the house. Finally, I decided to learn how to make a V-shaped friendship band. Going online to occupy my thoughts while waiting, I found out the methods to do so. Trying it, I found that I had been knotting the strings wrongly and that was what made me make so many mistakes! Happy and jubilant that I found the way, I continued practicing. When Nick got back, we decided to cook our lunch at my place and spent the next hours preparing our meals.

 

By the afternoon, I was pacing up and down. Not being able to take my jittery and foul mood, Nick decided to take matters into his own hands. Knowing that I had been wanting to buy a new phone, he had given me the contact of a phone dealer. Sadly, the phone dealer couldn't follow through and she told me such making my mood even worse. Taking the situation in his hands, he helped me clean up the dishes and told me to get dressed, seeing as I was still in my jammies. Quickly changing my clothes, I got ready to leave my house and left a note to my brother. We zipped out of my apartment and scurried down to KL to get to Lowyat.

 

At Lowyat, we made a beeline to a shop that we had targeted the last time we were there. The girl that served me, bless her, was pleasant and worked quickly to meet my demands; a black C902 with 2GB memory. After making a few calls, the girl had managed to track down the last black C902. It was a bit more pricey than she had quoted initially. RM20 more than before. Nick and I quickly discussed between ourselves if we absolutely needed that much memory. Deciding to cut the memory down to 1GB, I asked her how much it would cost. Holding my breath, I waited anxiously as she opened her mouth to speak, "1.5K lo. The 1GB is cheaper than the 2GB by 20 dollars ma". Doing a little shimmy and jump, I told the girl that I was game and would get the phone. Smiling widely, I turned to Nick who was beaming to himself.

 

I rushed to the LG level and withdrew my money. Excitement bubbled through me and I couldn't help but giggle a bit every once in a while. The minute I officially purchased the phone, I held the box the phone was in, close to me, afraid someone would snatch it from me and afraid I was in a dream. Nick and I walked back to his car where I began the process of transferring the sim card from my old phone to the new one. My smiles were wide and ridiculous, but I was happy.

 

When we got home, I remembered our results being released. Rushing to boot up my laptop, my heart was felt like it was hammering against my chest. I watched the log in page load and I thought to myself, this is it. The moment of truth! The page loaded and my heart leapt to ,my mouth as I scrolled down...

 

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GEN 3030, semester 1, 2008..... PASS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Running out of the room, I charged into Nick's drum room and tried to calm down. "The results are out..." was all I managed to say before rushing off again. Nick followed behind closely. We looked at my results again and I squealed, non to maturely, and jumped about. And that ladies and gentlemen, marks the end of my life as an under graduate! J

My Life Thus Far... and then some... :)

For the past week, I have been bumming around. I'm fully aware that I should be either looking for a job or at least doing something beneficial to my CV. At the moment, I've been scouting around for something to do. Nothing seems to be popping up in my job radar at the moment. Oh well, patience is a virtue, right?

 

Life will definitely change drastically in time to come. Nick has a job waiting for him in Setiawan, under Kencana Oil and Gas. I on the other hand am waiting with abated breath for a response from the NUS job. If they accept me, I'll be moving in Singapore. If they don't, I'll be rather sad such an amazing opportunity has slipped by.

 

As you all know, I have been hunting for a phone. So far, I have narrowed it down to two phones. Both are SE phones, C902 and W890. Nick has been telling me that I should just cut off 890 from my list. I still can to feel the phones under my fingertips before I make a decision. Both phones are more than 1k so I need to be careful with my choice. Unlike most people, I know that money is hard to come by. Nick's been asking me to wait another 6 months for the c905 to come out, but I don't really fancy carrying a phone as big as Des's n95 around. Not my kind of thing.

 

If you guys can give me some ideas or opinions, I'd be grateful. J

I Got Tagged... Bugger.

Instruction: Remove one question and in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag eight people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in your chat box he/she has been tagged.

1. At what age do you wish to marry?

Some time before my ovaries shrivel up and die, give and take late 20s to early 30s. Must have money first ma!

2. What's your favourite thing to do?
Curling up with a good book on a lazy afternoon.

3. Do you think money can buy happiness?
It can't buy happiness, but it can provide you some.

4. Do you believe you can survive without money?
Not possible in the world today. If I was born in the BC eras then yeah, maybe.  

5. What are you afraid to lose the most?
My family, my friends and other loved ones.

6. If you win $1 million, what would you do?

Buy a house with sprawling land so I can keep my 101 doggies!

7. Where do you like to go to spend your free time?
If KL had a beach, I would love to be there and just laze on the sand.

8. List 3 good points of the person who tagged you?
Funny, a good friend and good company

9. What type of person you hate the most?
Two-faced individuals and back stabbers

10. What is your ambition?
To be successful and happy. Would also love to be the one to discover the cure for cancer! :P

11. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
Depends on the situation.

12. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
My loved ones.

13. If you could undo doing one mistake in the past, what would it be?
Definitely not something I want to share with the whole world. 

14. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?

My carelessness and forgetfulness.

 

15. What is the one thing you definitely can do without?
I can do without Mat Rempits! :P those are really the worst people you could meet on the road.

 

16. What is the one thing you cannot do but wish you could?
Have a super smart brain that allows me to laze about all day and yet score HDs for my exams :D

17. What is the one thing that u want now?
The NUS job

18. What is your stand-out trait?
I'm chatty and sarcastic

19. If you could change something in the country (Malaysia), what will it be?
Get rid of NEP, better education for the children, better medical facilities, transparency in the government and a PM with a brain.

20. When is the first time you meet the person who tagged you?
Don't remember, but I think it was during a Biotech club meeting. 

 

I'm tagging: Nick, Rahail, Derek, Shu-Fenn, Jason, Yong, Chien Wen, Eileen and Desmond.

Of Pinafores and Malaysia’s Very Free VP of the Association of Islamic Students Malaysia

I have read the most stupid thing today. There are only so many degrees of stupidity and ignorance that this country has managed to churn out for me to see. Today, however, may be one of the top in my list of "The stupid things people say to the press". Wondering what I'm talking about? Check this out.

 

I have worn a pinafore throughout my schooling years in Malaysia. I can honestly tell you that the popular girls wear baju kurung and not the pinafore. Want to know why? The baju kurung may be loose and baggy, but when worn properly, it can be more "seductive" than my good old pinafore. The National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia VP needs to get her head checked.

 

"It becomes a distraction to men, who are drawn to it, whether or not they like looking at it," she said of the current uniform.

 

How can the pinafore be a distraction?! How can it be sexy!?!? It's loose and as far as I can remember, it makes me look fat! To top it off, let me show you what she said:

"All this leads to babies born out of wedlock and to an extent, even prostitution," she said.

 

 

Can someone tell me how people like this even exist?! I honestly didn't know this level of ignorance and lack of brains existed in our country. That or I was in denial. You know what? Why don't you guys tell me what you think about our pinafores? Let me know which you find more appealing, because heaven forbid, the pinafore is NOT sexy.

Bleah...

Exams... it's that time of the semester again. The time where we quake in fear as next month draws closer and closer, taunting us with its leers and smirks. The preparation month, the anxiety period, the time of headaches, eye-bags and the works has, unfortunately, arrived. My mother talked to me yesterday, yes, it was Mother's Day and she said I shouldn't be sad it's the exam period again. Her reasoning was that this is a good thing, and then proceeded to ask if I was ready. URGH!

 

On another note, I will be going to Penang next week for an educational convention held in USM. The good thing is this is an all-expense-paid trip by our university. I only have to fork out a couple of bucks for food and for whatever trinkets I may feel like buying. Ok, maybe not a couple of bucks, but you catch my drift, right? We will be boarding in the guest houses in USM itself and apparently, the guest houses are air conditioned and apparently, the accommodations are nice. I honestly don't know though. I do know that I need to buy a few things before we go Penang. If we go to the beach, I want to be prepared for sand flies. I need to make a list! Definitely need to buy 'Off!' That is one VERY effect insect repellent.

 

At the moment, I'm sitting in the library alternating between playing Solitaire, reading on the trip and of course, blogging. There are so many juniors here, with their fresh faces. Most of them are from business or mass com. These particular juniors tend to be the ones that dress to the nines to come to uni. Then there's the older students that are seasoned and are more than familiar with the way things are run here. They have eye bags under their eyes and dress simply with jeans and tees. There is almost no makeup on the senior students and all are quietly doing their own thing without discussions going on at the tables. Despite the drastic differences, it is obvious what makes us all the same. We're all in Monash, trying desperately to get out with a degree. We seniors, the more weathered and haggard looking bunch against the fresh faced and almost enthusiastic freshmen. Oh they do not know the horrors in store for them just yet!

 

I know I make uni sound like a hell hole, but one mustn't judge me for that. I have my reasons. After so many years hitting the books in the name of knowledge, I just want to hang up my book bag and close my eyes to drown out the reality of the upcoming exams. For those that do not know, I have stopped working in the lab because of the exams coming up. All I have left in my syllabus is to finish the lectures and start doing my past year questions.

 

P. s. I am going to need to buy the following the next time I go for the groceries:

 

• Luncheon meat
  
• Off! Repellent
  
• Kitchen rolls
  
• Lots of vegetables
  
• Sun block
  
• Fruit juices (orange and apple)
  
• Mushrooms and other tin food
  

 

This list is subject to change... hahah!

you're so damn infuriating...

Untitled for Now... (edited)

Give me a little patience,

I will give you twice its worth.

Give me a little consideration,

I will put you above the rest.

 
 

Show me you care,

I will care for you forever.

 
 

Show me you know I'm here,

You will never need to be alone again.

 
 

Give me a little love,

I will shower you with more than you could imagine.

 
 

Give me a little faith,

I will be your pillar of strength.

 
 

You could give me all the riches and worldly goods,

Those don't mean anything to me.

 
 

You could give me your money,

I just want your time and attention.

 
 

If you can't give me love,

I won't give you anything in return....

EYE CANDY!!! (for girls tho... and guys that like this kinda stuff...)


Mine! Very yummy, and ALL MINE!!! bwahahah!