an affair with Bacterial Pathogenesis: A Molecular Approach

I have a confession to make... after committing to ONLY genes to phenotype study for the whole of last night, i cheated. The temptation was just too strong for me when I came across this book a special person bought for me once upon a time... and once i opened it, I realized it had most, if not all the answers I was previously searching for... and so I left genes to phenotype for some time with microbial cells and genome.

It's morning now... time to head back to genes to phenotype... i dread it...

But anyway, thank you to that special person. <3
you know who you are =)

this overwhelming feeling of confusion and sadness has picked a bad time to kick in...

wanted ad: time machine

I have come to realize at this late hour that I would very much like to go back in time to the 27th of July to the moment I mentally told myself 'alright, this is it! this semester i'm gonna study consistently! no more last minute pimples from stress, could-have-been-avoided cramming sessions and major panic attacks whilst trying to take in a whole semester's worth in such a short period of time...'

and IF i could go back to that time, I would:

A. laugh and scold myself for having such a silly notion OR

B. actually put on my nerd gear for the WHOLE semester or at least most...

someone build a time machine please?

pro......... cras..... tin......ation.

the weather was supposed to be crappy today... hence incentive for me to stay indoors and study study study... but its bright and sunny outside, blue skies, birds chirping, music playing... THAT'S RIGHT. music. loud music that cant be blocked out even if i moved to the furthest room away from the source. the neighbours are throwing a party atm. great timing... there goes my attempt to chain myself to my desk and study... i think its a sign i should wonder out of my hermit shell that will form my life for the next few weeks and wonder about...

and if according to the timetable i've drawn up for myself, yesterday was also a failure. i penciled in an appointment with 5 lectopia sessions and only managed 2. Why am I always so 'optimistic' when writing up lists? Why do I even bother writing up lists...?! such a procrastination tool... oh dear... there's a voice inside my head saying 'you're a procrastination tool!' =.= i think im gonna give studying another go...

ps. To Lan: if you read this, we must go play tennis! I 'played' for an hour yesterday and somehow from the last time we played till now I suck even more... from my brother: 'why'd you even buy a tennis racquet for?!' and after a decent rally and jumping up and down with joy, from John: 'you still suck anyway' . but yes... im feeeling some pains in my arms right now so it must mean i did something right...

too many tv weddings i say...

i think all the tv weddings that i've watched has finally gotten to my head... next thing I know Im in a white dress heading to my own wedding that I dont even recall planning... tried running away a few times and in the end was forced down the aisle... eventually refused to sign the marriage certificate.... hyperventilated... then woke up in a panicked state... and realised it was all just a dream... but yes... to all who say I will be the first to get married... I highly, highly doubt it. =S

On another note, yesterday's journey to Heidlberg was certainly interesting... khammy's turf i say though she denies it vehemently... at the platform my peripheral vision honed in on a guy heading in our direction... without even thinking, I turned to look and then he caught my eye and started talking... (stupid stupid me) whilst listening to his ever so mundane small talk, my eyes caught hold of his tag.. eldar fong, missionary of something something something... =.= i see khammy inching away from me slowly... double =.= thanks a lot khammy!

him: so why are you heading to Heidlberg today? Do you live there?

me: No...

him: so where do you live?

me: (really blank and trying to think of an answer) ummm.... -pause for a few seconds-

khammy: sunshine! (thanks khammy?)

him: so are you an international student?

me: no...

him: really?! wow I cant tell you are local cos you don't have blond hair....

(WHAT?!?! btw he was a fob as well... so at this point khammy bursts out laughing.. thanks a lot khammy... and then i burst out laughing too and he's standing there all lost... but yes... he needs a course in genetics... are the two even related?! its like saying because pigs are pink, birds can fly... )

anyway at the end of that conversation, he asked for my name... and again I went blank cos i didnt want to give him my real name... and then khammy came to the 'rescue' and said my name was 'you know who' .. thanks a lot khammy...

i. am. an. idiot.

so anyway after stressing over what words to use in an email to a potential honours supervisor.. and then staring at the screen for ages waiting for the correct words to come out.. and then staring at the screeen some more wondering if i left anything out or needed to change some odd phrases... and then repeating that process a gazillion times cos something didnt felt right... and then finally mustering up the courage to ignore that feeling to not press the send button...

I pressed the compose button instead of the send button... which deleted everything I had previously typed.

Here I go again. blast you.

the fatal addiction of restaurant city

ok I believe you are hooked to something when you stare at the screeen for ages waiting for the 'error in loading page' message to go away. Thats what I did before when restaurant city shut down all of a sudden. An overwhelming feeling of emptiness just washed over me... ok maybe not to that extent... but i did sit there and clicked the refresh button about 30 times.

But luckily it's working again.

oh and lan, here's your kudos on finding the page. =)