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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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One minute your head lor.
There was once I got waylaid by THREE men, all saying the same crap about doing just a very short survey (which actually took 5 minutes - I took the time), and at the same time surrounding me so that I could not siam them.
Truth be told, these guys looked cute, and I'm a sucker for cute guys. But that doesn't mean I forgive them for blocking my way and forcing me to do a friggin' long survey and persistently bug me to 'consider' some financial savings plans.
Seriously how do people avoid these pests? I've tried ways and means to avoid getting targetted for such niceties. I avoid eye contact. I wear headphones. I walk as fast as I could. I wear wornout clothes. But obviously I've failed miserably, huh.
Meanwhile, I'm gonna stay at home and whine about my boring life. Boring, yea, but sure beats going out and having to dodge these pests wherever I go.
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Damnit, why do I feel so sian?
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Wheeeeeee Adelaide here I come!
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KNN. I may be a newb, but that doesn't mean I know zilch. I know when to throw stuff into disinfectant bins, and when not to. And when asked about which bin did the swabs come from, she wasn't even sure if the bin belonged to me. She just assumed that I was the culprit.
Yeah, it's not a huge matter, but I'm pissed because I hate being maligned for something that I've never done. And I know that she must have told the entire world about her discovery, and I know that the entire world thinks that I'm the culprit. Which makes me extra pissed.
If I ever find out who's the culprit, I'm sooo gonna make him/her drink up the gunk in the disinfectant bins.
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I can so hear a sound in the background right now.
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The sound of Johann Pachelbel turning in his grave, that is.
PS The little boy playing Canon in D on piano is soooooooo cute. so cute that I wanna pinch his adorable cheeks. Gently, of course. Duh.
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Lying in bed and listening to the cars and people outside.
Reading newspapers leisurely while drinking coffee.
Watching DVDs.
Listening to live aussie radio on the net while surfing.
Watching afternoon TV.
Taking a nap.
Mundane things, yea, but really, these are what I like to do on a lazy weekend.
Something that I've not done for awhile.
Now that I've finally done these things today, I realised that I actually missed doing them.
Most of us are so caught up in the fast pace of life and the daily problems that we face, so much so that we forget how to relax. We focus on improving our lifestyles, we want to get a well-paid job, we wonder when we'll get promoted, we want to get credit cards, getting cars etc. We plan ceaselessly for our futures - when to get married, when to have kids, how to teach and nurture our kids so that they won't lose out to others in life. We worry about our finances and debts. We constantly whine about not having enough time. We set our watches ahead by 5 minutes, we buy cars so that we can cut down on transport time, we complain when the bus or MRT is late.
But sometimes, we should all learn to slow down and take a breather. Maybe find a nice couch to relax on, listen to music while having a cup of coffee. Take a walk in the morning, listen to birds chirping. Enjoy life for a change. We only live once, you know.
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Well, I must say I've been very vague in answering their questions - I always mumble something along the lines of doing diagnostic work on various animal samples. So imagine my horror when I overheard my mum telling her friend that I catch chickens. And I always see question marks forming above people's heads (esp among my non-science background friends)when I tell them what I do. Obviously I've been too vague huh.
Well, to set the whole thing straight - I work in a lab that is, to put it mildly, located in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cemeteries and army camps. A typical day will be spent prodding niceties such as cow/goat dung and rectal swabs (I couldn't help but think of the trauma faced by the animals, imagine being violated anally!) and culturing microorganisms that may be found inside them; and streaking agar plates. As for how am I adapting to my job, well, I can only say this. On a good day (which, unfortunately is very very rare), I can have the leisure of visiting the toilet and blotting the oil off my face. On a very bad day, you'll see me running around with wild hair and an oily face, looking haggard and stressed, and trying hard not to go crazy and start throwing agar plates at everyone else. It's all my fault though, since I have a working speed comparable to that of a snail.
There. That's my job. Now excuse me while I go tend to my face. Being in close contact with dung and microorganisms everyday has caused pimples to appear on my face again... damn.
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My temper has been a little bad lately. I tend to get irritated easily with my mum and Aihuat. Frankly, I don't know why either. Perhaps it's because they seem to be nagging at me to do this, do that blah blah blah, when I'm already like waaaaaay beyond my teens. Plus frankly I'm feeling a little stressed from work. Everyone seems to have high expectations of me - they expect me to be proficient in all the methods used in the lab. But the problem is, my background is molecular bio, not microbio. So basically I'm learning from scratch. When I first started this job, I couldn't even streak plates properly (but I'm ok now). Wanted to find someone to let me whine a little, to let me release my stress. But who can I turn to? Aihuat doesn't seem to care. He'd always say that I've never encountered real stress, unlike him. And then go on to talk about he's under all this stress because of ME. Right. And my other few friends, they have their own problems to deal with. I don't want to stress them out further with my whinings. So I guess I can only bear with it, and hope I won't go crazy.
Damn, it's almost Monday already. I'm dreading it. Really.
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Great. Just great.
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