Musings
I typed this in the airport, and was waiting for a bus to go home, having just eaten some hot pasta and drinking ice-blended Belgian Chocolate.
It was so damn tiring having to stay up from 8am to 9pm in the lab every other day. I was lucky that my sister woke up me to pack, or I'll have missed the flight for sure. Still really tired, but the upcoming Chinese New Year gotta cheer me up with the lavish food (and I'm now here, trying to get home because of the Chinese New Year).
The bright side is however, I suceeded in extracting my sample after doing it for the second time. I thought it would be really tight for me to be able to finish the thesis, and I would have to cheat by reducing some tests - but looks like I just avoided further reduction. I couldn't start the pre-test earlier, (though it's partly my fault) by some freak reasons some previous posts might have explained. When I failed the first time, I was rather upset, though the smiles and laughters remained, and I talked cock with my friends who were in the lab as usual. However, I was very conflicted because of the possible future failures. And then I was reminded on why I hated the science of food, or loathed science in general. It's always about the prim and proper field - where everyone is a bookworm and reads journals instead of fictions. Where everyone talks Scientific and not English. It was a very minor success, a thin thread in the silver lining, but it had reminded me on why I actually took up science as my major instead of pursuing something that I might be able to do better.
And on the manga side for the week - Kakashi's death unconfirmed might be getting on my nerves if Kishimoto decided to stall the confirmation for the next few months. Not that I don't like Naruto, in fact, I think the chapters ahead might be pretty cool. I think I'm just still in denial over the possibilities of his death.
This week's Bleach, compared to last week, was not up to par - but Berserker Ichigo made my day in so many ways. Not once, but twice over. And the second was repeated. It's silly to even think that it was solely for Orihime, but I like it when Kubo decided to show him getting mad for Orihime's sake. I know I'm getting bricked over this, but Orihime's development as an offensive combatant is far less important to me than the eventual acceptance of her own strengths. Healing is a strength. Not being able to fight offensively is not a weakness. I know many Orihime fans wanted her to fight for herself, but I think she's already enough at this stage. Low expectation? Perhaps. But they always make me enjoy fictional work more. [Other mangas are yet to be scanlated...]
And while speaking of fictional works...I think I might be getting more Jodi Picoult books. I am halfway in reading Change of Heart, and is impressed by how a simple tale like that made me think. And I love books that make me think because I'm spendthrift - every book I buy must worth its every dollar.
It was so damn tiring having to stay up from 8am to 9pm in the lab every other day. I was lucky that my sister woke up me to pack, or I'll have missed the flight for sure. Still really tired, but the upcoming Chinese New Year gotta cheer me up with the lavish food (and I'm now here, trying to get home because of the Chinese New Year).
The bright side is however, I suceeded in extracting my sample after doing it for the second time. I thought it would be really tight for me to be able to finish the thesis, and I would have to cheat by reducing some tests - but looks like I just avoided further reduction. I couldn't start the pre-test earlier, (though it's partly my fault) by some freak reasons some previous posts might have explained. When I failed the first time, I was rather upset, though the smiles and laughters remained, and I talked cock with my friends who were in the lab as usual. However, I was very conflicted because of the possible future failures. And then I was reminded on why I hated the science of food, or loathed science in general. It's always about the prim and proper field - where everyone is a bookworm and reads journals instead of fictions. Where everyone talks Scientific and not English. It was a very minor success, a thin thread in the silver lining, but it had reminded me on why I actually took up science as my major instead of pursuing something that I might be able to do better.
And on the manga side for the week - Kakashi's death unconfirmed might be getting on my nerves if Kishimoto decided to stall the confirmation for the next few months. Not that I don't like Naruto, in fact, I think the chapters ahead might be pretty cool. I think I'm just still in denial over the possibilities of his death.
This week's Bleach, compared to last week, was not up to par - but Berserker Ichigo made my day in so many ways. Not once, but twice over. And the second was repeated. It's silly to even think that it was solely for Orihime, but I like it when Kubo decided to show him getting mad for Orihime's sake. I know I'm getting bricked over this, but Orihime's development as an offensive combatant is far less important to me than the eventual acceptance of her own strengths. Healing is a strength. Not being able to fight offensively is not a weakness. I know many Orihime fans wanted her to fight for herself, but I think she's already enough at this stage. Low expectation? Perhaps. But they always make me enjoy fictional work more. [Other mangas are yet to be scanlated...]
And while speaking of fictional works...I think I might be getting more Jodi Picoult books. I am halfway in reading Change of Heart, and is impressed by how a simple tale like that made me think. And I love books that make me think because I'm spendthrift - every book I buy must worth its every dollar.