normalcy returned to the lab once i pasted up signs basically saying "clean up your stuff/work areas or i will remove everything and you will never see it again!!!"

Terry's biggest concern was whether the auditors had written them. pah. for a PhD holder, he's quite silly sometimes. auditors don't write notes - they send their report to the department head/dean and then you're in for it.

i wonder if Rafael Nadal fusses about having to wear white at Wimbledon.

Nadal: no me gusta!!
Federer: it brings out your tan nicely.
Nadal: hokay.

i watched The Village of The Damned last night. of course it was a better title than The Midwich Cuckoos (derived from the fact that some cuckoos keave their eggs to be incubated by other birds that can't tell the difference. bird brained indeed, hur hur). Luke Skywalker Mark Hamill was in it!

... why are alien corpses always preserved in formaldehyde even though they're extra-terrestrial and thus not bound by our laws of physiology? i'm waiting for the day when the alien viewing scene comes on and one character asks, in a hushed tone, what it is, and the attendant says, "water," and refills the jar (water evaporates you know!) with some tap water.

this is my neighbour's cat, lounging on my porch, complaining that the aircon fan isn't cold enough (stupid cat). he's pretty small, but loves a scrap with the alley cats. he has been fitted with a collar and a bell now HAHA.

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26 June 2007 3:26 p.m.
the best laid plans: a cautionary tale

you think you know a person (not gonna tell you it's Terry), and then they get their PhD and become a lecturer. that's when you discover (too late, sadly), that as a supervisor, they're amazingly selfish/oblivious to everything else but what they're doing, e.g. "everything in the lab can be shared, my students need more microcentrifuge tubes/pipette tips/whatever you have ... hey, don't use my students' solutions!"

luckily i've completed most of my molecular work (the most important part, in case you haven't been paying attention).

now, as i play peace-maker/NATO corpsdevil's advocate between what may soon become warring student factions, i do my best not to gloat over how the disposables (microcentrifuge tubes! pipette tips! gloves!!!) are slowly running out and i didn't order any because i can't keep up with the rate these kids are chowing down on latex gloves.

i mean, seriously, one supervisor's students are mincing through one pair a week while the other's are tearing through the stock like they're going out of fashion. did i mention there's nothing left of the stock? there is nothing left of the stock - i gave out the last box today.

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21 June 2007 3:00 p.m.
www.muse.mu is good to me (but then i am biased)

they provided subscribers with a (NME.com) link to a LIVE PERFORMANCE at WEMBLEY of Map of The Problematique (dunno how long it'll be there).

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16 June 2007 10:24 a.m.
i could've told you that

Rafael Nadal Credits French Open Success To Living In A World Of Clay

how eloquent he is.

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14 June 2007 2:56 p.m.
debate and discuss

one of my examiners has revealed herself to me. i also have a good idea as to who the other examiner might be, seeing as how everyone is doing molecular work here (not).

pro, disaster or non-issue? i just can't get over the terror.

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13 June 2007 9:11 p.m.
not cool

i skip reading the business news one day and this happens -

apparently there are plans to relocate University Malaya's campus to Sepang (40 minutes away of you're going real fast) in order to clear the land for a RM1.2 billion (!!!) Damansara City project by GuocoLand Bhd - a property developer controlled by billionaire banker Quek Leng Chan. the area has an estimated gross development value of RM10 billion.

(stolen from here)

GIT TAE FUCK.

who is going to build the new campus HELLO.

proposal or plan, it's a bloody stupid idea. move your "city project" to Sepang. why aren't you building anything there if it's such a nice place? better yet, why not clear the land that Parliament occupies because that old building's rubbish and has nothing to stand on (hur hur) anyway.

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06 June 2007 9:19 a.m.
new beginning

one day, when i've mastered the skill (or gained?) of hands-free driving, i'll take a picture of the demarcation between the crest of the highway and the four lanes of converging traffic as i descend it. as i cross that line, the screen of trees gives way to a flood of Sunshine that fills my vision (ow, my retinas) and warms my skin. it renders every thing else inconsequential, except when i get to the lab and find that someone's nicked the bottle of microcentrifuge tubes i was going to sterilise. i'll show you sterilisation.

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02 June 2007 11:00 a.m.
down to earth

you know, that flush of pride at flopping your carcass out of bed at 5.30 a.m. every day (recently) to get to the lab doesn't last very long when you realise that there are millions of people out there doing exactly the same thing nearly every single day of their lives.

please give yourselves a hand, Joe and Joanne Working Stiffs. i regard you with new respect.

and say, why do all these fathers' day ads invariably involve taking "dearest daddy" to the nearest steakhouse and ordering a juicy piece of cow? colorectal cancer, much?

i'm not, like, taking a dump on your capitalist parade (or am i?), but maybe mothers like thick slabs of meat too, any way they can get it, hur hur, and not shitty ass flowers that smell like piss and die in 2 days.

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27 May 2007 8:35 a.m.
i can't help myself

(click for bigger version) i don't take 'em, i just nick pics from The Cillian Site

it's always so delicious in that scene in Batman Begins where the asylum lights go out and one of Dr. Crane/Scarecrow's henchmen tremulously asks what it is and Dr Crane whispers, "it's the Bat...man."

you know you want it, baby. dad didn't understand why i was rolling about on the couch.

parenting 101, or, i know better - whenever parent A declares, "you are just like parent B!", it is clear they forget that a child gets DNA from them in equal portions.

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