Final semester... finally.

my final semester. wah seh. *shakes head in disbelief*

it's weird now walking around the campus grounds knowing that i'm one of the really senior seniors. most experienced *gag*, wisest *gag*, yang paling tua - physically and mentally. lerr.. lambat laun kenalah mengaku jua. this reality seems surreal though. feel like it came too fast because i can still vividly remember my college days pretty well, although high school days are pretty blurry now (but they were definitely the best years of my life).

a-n-y-w-a-y, my timetable this semester has both nice AND nasty points. thanks to the fact that i'm taking only three subjects this semester - bioactive chemistry, genetics of development and how science works.

nice factors:
unlike the three previous semesters, i only have 2 labs this time around. it was a nightmare having 3-4 labs per week. but i guess i've sort of gotten used to having so many labs at one time that when i have only 2 this semester, it felt rather awkward. cuz i'm not accustomed to being this free. being in science has mutated my normality.

i have classes and labs only on mondays, tuesdays and wednesdays, with thursdays and fridays off. three days of classes and four days off. hence, the extended weekend. neat. it really doesn't feel like the semester is in progress. i am at home more often now than i was during the summer.

bad, bad points:
long hours of breaks in between classes, ~3 to 4 hours on mondays and tuesdays. the waiting can really kill you. with the recent increase in toll charges, going home is no longer an option i can consider. one to-and-fro trip would cost me (or rather my parents since it's their money i'm using) rm 3.20 now compared to rm 2 last year.

night classes. thought i had seen the last of it last semester when genetics of development lectures were at night. at least then, i could still drop it and change to genomics. this being my last semester with my last 3 units, can't change anything because they are all core subjects. now i have DINNER in sunway before i go home! hahaa.

...

at least i have the long weekend to rest.

less subjects, hopefully better results this time round. now, if only i could get my lazy-self to consistently study and revise.

i really don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse to have this laidback personality. i don't get pressured easily. i don't get affected by pressured people who just have to express the extent of their pressure 24-7 (note: mr choh), or by people who intentionally tries to panic you (note: mr tsang). perhaps this was what actually helped me pull through thick and thin in university life.

but on a negative side, i think because of that i just don't push myself enough to do better. maybe. but i don't know.

Answers U wished U could write in exams

this is actually a re-post of one last year's entry, but with newly-added stuff. enjoy, enjoy. celebrate the courageousness of these talented geniuses in facing the uphill task of tackling exam questions.

creativity... wasted?

Happy Chinese New Year!!

on chinese new year's eve, i "exercised" my right and made use of my legally adult status... i went to the casino *muahahahaa*. what can i say? the place was full of slot machines and tables catering for blackjack, roulette, "ta xiao" (big or small) and others which i do not remember, as well as jam-packed with people gambling their life away, hoping that by some stroke of whatever luck they have would hit the jackpot. but i didn't see no jackpot while i was lingering around there.

tough luck hitting the jackpot, tougher luck witnessing one. the place was also stinking with smoke from smoking uncles, young ladies, ah-gongs and even ah-mas. i went in smelling of clinique happy heart, came out smelling of casino holy smoke.

wah seh. i just remembered. the security actually asked to see my IC after i passed through the censors. do i, seriously, look like i am some young juvenile who's probably 20 years 11 months and 29 days old trying to sneak past the casino security? yeah. right. hmphhhh. nevermind. this means i look young. hahahaa. hopefully. not immature -_-"

i think, i know, i am every traditional chinese mother and grandmother worst nightmare. i wear black on the first day of chinese new year. hahahaa. seriously, i tried finding a nice red top (laying off pink.. recently developed an allergy to it) on my CNY shopping marathon but i couldn't find nice ones. i tend to have a penchant for buying black, white and neutral stuff.

look what i got from genting!
a new pet for my handphone *chuckles*
don't you agree?
no?
hehe. don't care.
can't resist the temptation of buying it.
those eyes were so pleading me to get him.
oh daesi, shut up already. you're embarrassing yourself.

all 22 years of my life, i have never went to new year countdown of any sort held in hotspots. always wanted to go though. but had nobody to go with PLUS i probably need plenty of mental preparation and physical training to survive through the crowded places without getting trampled and elbowed, and manage out in one piece. but guess what? i went for my first new year countdown in a massively overcrowded place in genting this year. can pass right? it's still a celebration of a new year, even though it was a lunar new year. it had firecrackers and fireworks.

so sayang we didn't get the chance to video record or snap pictures, thanks to my intellectually-blessed *sigh* but absent-minded brother who had forgotten to bring it along when we left our room *sigh again*.

anyhow, the fireworks were such a beautiful and majestic sight. watching it on tv is one thing. but seeing it with your very own two eyes is just amazing.

nevermind being squashed left-right-center. it was all worth it.

Haunted by "Three bears"

been re-watching "full house" starring rain and song hye kyo online. 16 episodes in 3 days. not bad, eh? hahaa. but now i have a problem. the "three bears" song playing in my head over and over again. even when i'm trying to sleep, i'm laughing because when i close my eyes i see rain doing the "three bears" dance. you tell me... how to sleep laughing?

the song goes like this:
three bears live in one house
father bear, mother bear, baby bear.
father bear is fat, fat ehh.
mother bear is slim, slim ehh.
baby bear is so cute,
and the end is basically, happy thing.


(click to see the "three bears" bloopers in the show)

i wonder how long this will last. somebody help me. hahahaa.




somewhere in the distant corner of daesi's brain, a familiar tune plays, "three bears live in one house. father bear, mother bear, baby bear. father bear is........."

It's finally over...

it's over! it's finally over!

after two months of emotional depression... it's over!

after two months of mental oppression... it's over!

after two months of seclusion in the lab (and in front of the computer)... it's over!

after two months of facing sour-faces... it's over!

after two months of enduring "interesting" personalities... it's over!

after two months of slicing up rats, sucking them blood-dry and rendering them organ-less... it's over!

after two months of cold-heartedly injecting rats with numbing chemical and watching them become helpless before my very own eyes... it's over!

after two months of cleaning up filthy rat cages (why don't we just toilet train them? so much easier)... it's over!

after two months of sleepless nights... it's over!

after two months of extreme pressure and zero pleasure... it's over!

after two months of long-suffering... it's over!

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it's OVER! IT'S OVERRRRR!!!!

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happy. happy. happy.

MMUUUAAAHHAAAAHHAAAAHHHHAAHAHAAAAA!!

A Bad Week

research project thesis is due on monday.

couldn't start on my thesis as soon as i wished to because i came down with a serious case of food poisoning the day after the completion of my research work.

if i sleep early, i wake up as early as 4am to work on my thesis. if i sleep late, i sleep around 4am. nights of maximum only 4 hours of sleep this week. when i'm not asleep, i'm reading journals and typing away. i hate typing now. period. i hate rats. i hate PPAR. i hate blood. i hate organs. i hate reports. lab-phobia. ha ha.

everyday drive to campus. if i don't go early, will be difficult to find an available parking lot later. if i go early, get stucked in the famous LDP-Sunway toll plaza traffic jam. not much of an option right?

right now? my eyes feel dehydrated and tired. my back hurts from sitting too long in front of the computer. my leg joints are numbed because i can't change much of my posture while sitting down. my fingers are sore from typing. my brain is giving way due to sleep deprivation and over-the-top brain-juice-squeezing while writing discussion points and digesting facts from journals.

presentation, originally on valentine's day, pushed forward to monday. because my supervisor going on holiday. sigh. nevermind. like that, i will also be on holiday earlier. can't wait.

i am the second to present on monday morning. cross my fingers, i would be able to present my research without blabbering and that i will be ready with my full armour to accurately answer whatever questions they shoot at me. not that i care about getting a HD (or even a D). i just don't want to embarrass myself.

nervous man.. i'll need all the prayers in the world right now. wish me luck.

A Case of Unfortunate Event

this clumsy-klutzy girl here cut her index finger last saturday while sectioning tissue samples using the microtome (part of research project). sigh.

it was an accident *of course*... happened in a split second without me realizing anything when i was changing the blade to a new, sharper one (change is required because after sectioning 4-6 samples it kinda gets too blunt to section anything nicely). the blade was so sharp that i did NOT feel any pain when i cut my finger. i didn't even realize that i cut my finger until i took a look at my finger and saw many, many red drops dripping from two ends of my finger... blood lah.

the cut is pretty big. measured it with a ruler cuz my mom thought and insisted that it was half-an-inch. much to her horror, it was a longer than half-an-inch.. it was a long nasty 1.9cm cut. just under an inch long. then for a few days she kept telling me, "aiyah.. ni ah.. wei she me bu zao yi dian gen wo shuo.. huo zhe gei wo kan yi xia ba. fang cheng hai lai de ji chu yi yuan stitch up mah. hai jiang bu chang, bu shen. tsk tsk tsk."

in case of those who doesn't understand mandarin, my mom was basically lecturing me for not showing or telling her how big and how deep the cut was soon enough to get to the hospital to get stitches. now you gonna get a scar.

but it was so difficult getting the cut to stop bleeding that i was so reluctant to remove the band aid. it took no less than 20 minutes to half-an-hour to stop the bleeding. seriously. even i couldn't believe my eyes when i saw so much blood coming out of that little finger of mine, that even my left hand turn pale white. my family doctor would be ecstatic and overjoyed to collect that much amount of blood that i loss in a vial cuz she always find it sooo hard to draw blood from my invisible veins for my annual blood checkup.

now. injury cannot kena water. so showering also difficult. activity using fingers limited. cannot play piano. typing also slowed down. because left index finger is on MC. good thing i can drive with only my right hand.

sssiiiiigggghhhhhh.

by the looks of the cut just now (while i was changing to a new band aid), i think and i really think it's gonna be one big and ugly scar.

nnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo... no guy would want a girl with a scarred finger. kill me. just kill me now.