07 April 2006 9:42 a.m. well, the thermocycler has miraculously righted itself! i shall stay home today in celebration. no, really. only 8 of the candidates in Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors list know that "wife beater" has two meanings (i'm not interested in antimacassars [is it someone who doesn't like McManaman? can you spell that without stopping to look it up?]). everytime i watch the tv, i am reminded that it's not okay to be exposed to displays of affection, but a pterodactyl attack modern-day people and tear them in half, leaving their guts exposed as their legs twitch in the last vestiges of their synaptic synapses (i don't know what that meant either, but we'll run with it) is perfectly alright . it's also not a problem to see any random clenched-jaw 'roid-raging macho type take out a whole army of bad guys with one gun, with their blood misting the air like a cafe spray-fan, or arcing from exit wounds like a fantastic crimson parabola, testifying that (good) might always makes right. and there's also the news. but no kissing or hugging, please, because it's a practice that encourages the spread of germs and other nasty things like teen sex, which will lead to programmes like The O.C. and North Shore and all that totally anti-Smallville stuff. why are we so squeamish about physical affection when we're supposed to love each other? is it because it takes more power to be gentle than not? doh. remember when i said i was poor. now, i am poorer, but i don't care so much about it because i have a new pair of sandals that look really nifty and, erm, new. bro18 was impressed by their herringbone soles, whatever they're for. i mean, really, i'm not going to sprint in them, because i don't have to take a bus haha. but they cost RM34.99 and will probably on sale by 50% off the next time i see them, but it won't matter because by then, they would also have run out of my size, which is EIGHT. now for new sneakers. i will live on love. i'm confused though, i'm a UK size 5.5 and a european size 38.5. where do all these numbers come from? you know when it doesn't pay to ask questions? when you email the education loan department requesting a PIN so you can check how much you owe and they dig up your file and the next thing you know you're hit with the account transcript things they were supposed to have sent every six months beginning six months from your graduation, which took place in 2004, except they didn't. and then, deciding to come down "hard" on "loan defaulters", they give me 14 days' grace before "action will be taken". i suppose it conveniently escaped their attention that my supervisor doesn't contribute to my EPF anymore, which means I AM NOT EMPLOYED AS A RESEARCH ASSISTANT ANYMORE. I AM UNEMPLOYED, OKAY? yes, okay, i'll begin repayment, but you know what, the page that's supposed to allow me to check my account "is being updated". boo. to top that, the thermocycler is borken liek my spelling, and i may have had a hand in it. or not. i don't know. i am poor.
carrying on
freaky friday
come and get me, you fuckers
ah dinnae ken the sort who sit on thir erses and flatten oot the creases in thir polyester keks, but ah do ken the gobshites at the national censorship board oar where ivir they spend thir days are nowt but dirty rotten VANDALS mucking aboot wi ma National Geographic. if the birds are keen oan gettin' thir tits oot, thin leave ma Celtic wannabe lassies alane, ya cunting shiteface radges!
(git yer fix oaf the internet pr0n like the ithir punters, likesay).
25 March 2006 8:49 a.m.my pole and i
why i got my camera fixed. ya, i know it has a chain around its neck. there's another one that seems to live apart from the main troop (?) and has a foot missing, i.e. he only has 3 feet (cue jokes about honeymoon nights).
19 March 2006 1:54 p.m.even Halle Berry has bunions
you'd expect meth crystals for that RM300 price tag (no discount).
dad took leave for 3 days to be a lounge singer in Betong, Thailand. according to him, the primary occupations there are - tuk-tuk driver, restaurateur, lounge music player/singer, bar girl/prostitute, hair-stylist/prostitute, masseur/prostitute. and gee, how could i forget "pimp"?
as he made his innocent way to a proper massage, he saw malaysian bar patrons salivating over what may have been their first sight of wiggly russian girls dressed in gauze. one of the shows there involved a girl bursting balloons with a dart shot from her vagina.
no wonder mum shot me a look when i said i wanted to go.
the consequence of math - packing my own lunch means i spend an average of RM3 a day (US$0.82!). no kidding.
09 March 2006 10:21 p.m.slightly obssessed
it's when you dream of running a gel and getting perfect bands and a bright strong one of the fragment that you've targetted.
#1 lab tip - don't pick your nose after handling phenol-chloroform (chloroform is toxic and phenol burns the skin on contact!).
05 March 2006 9:56 p.m.timely one
if you've ever felt all alone in the world of research (nicked from Bitch. Ph.D!)
27 February 2006 7:55 p.m.this is reality
Terry: you must be committed...
IM: (i already am!)
Terry: ... to your work.
IM: awww.
Sally and i now have a minder in the form of one Dr. Terry. this is probably our supervisor's way of making sure we actually work on our molecular projects when he goes on sabbatical soon.
Terry's such an old woman about working though. he repeated the line about being committed so many times i was ready to ask him where the straitjacket was. ya, i know i'm being ungrateful.
as it is, we had a 3 hour discussion on where my project is going and the upshot is, if i put in as many hours as are required (and then some), then i can finish my labwork in about 3 months.it makes me wonder what i've been doing all this time.
the other thing haunting me is - what if i was wrong? what if the parasite i keep saying i detected isn't the parasite i was supposed to detect? WHAT THEN? WHERE DO I GO FROM THERE?
24 February 2006 7:28 p.m.YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
after breathlessly watching so many episodes of America's Next Top Model: Cycle 4 (sorry), it has only just occurred to me that "Naima" is an anagram for "mania".
cute as a button, folks, but lo at the awfulness that emerges when (when?) the fabric parts (and we're not talking about Ms. Banks losing her temper here)!
i got Middlesexed at the Times' sale! two book sales in as many days. the parking charges at Atria for the Times' sale are a bomb, while going to the MPH sale allows one a quick tramp through the greenery in Kelana Jaya.
