Walking home from work every day is quite an experience for me. It starts off usually with J saying, "Who is that sexy beast?" at his reflection on the glass double doors. This is usually a highly entertaining part of the journey where he'd tell me how emos are a cross between skaters and goths, and we'd joke about whether or not he makes 'lunches ( Read more... )

...but you kinda suck.

OK OK, not that badly. I really like my animated emoticons, options for songs that I may be listening to as I write, and the very user-friendly templates.

But, but I can't put my links, wishlist or a tag-board in. And I really really really really would like to have those.

I'm now on a one-week trial with blogspot, and I tweak ( Read more... )

"Are you having lunch with me today ( Read more... )

1...2...3. Three exceptionally nice things were said to me today.

Will this appease me enough that I should return to 2.34 at 8 and 11pm, braving the chill, darkness and solitude, with open arms and a grateful smile?

2pm. Stuff this. I'm going home.

There is something about GAS's research group. It may be the stagnant Naegleria-infested air that's circulating only within the three labs, or there have been numberless unreported cases of broken mercury thermometers on this floor.

It doesn't even stop with J's hand-drawn card, with the front boldly declaring, "To SP," (where the comma is a little ( Read more... )

I used to have a favourite colour. Well, favourite colours at particular stages of my life. And at each stage, it should be entirely different from my sister's.

She had always taken a liking to pink, so I naturally had to pick blue. Navy blue, to be exact, because, you know, the word 'navy' does sound kind of cool. Besides, it's slimming and goes ( Read more... )

Mine

Hangman: _ _ E _   _ I _ _   _ _   _   _ _ T _ _
For a cheap, fun call: 1800 - _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lab 2.34 satan.
GAS LEAK BELOW.

Yours

Will strip for sushi.
To see my butt naked, please insert 5c into my girdle.
I am the official spokesperson for the nasal therapy for premature e_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ problems.
J: The s_ _ _ _ _ _y-harassed. Please check ( Read more... )

I don't do anything even remotely exciting anymore. Lab hours 7.50 - 5.30, graph-drawing, result-analysing or article-reading and occasionally, night-time entertainment of anime or TV series, and then, well, to bed.

Was supposed to be out tonight. Plastered, that was what we were aiming for. On a weekday, no less. Doesn't matter if we turn up to ( Read more... )

That was fun, wasn't it, you rolling on the floor in your lab coat before you threw it on the ground and stomped off for more RNaseOUT? It is beyond my imagination how funny that must look. It must have been a dodgy pipette, right? Gosh, what a handful you are when you're hungry and have 50,000 more tubes to deal with.

Thanks for the great road ( Read more... )

YOU. Yea, you.

You, who whine about this lab being inappropriate for cell culture. You, who want me to travel all the way to your university, pamper my cells, and bring back one miserable flask to UWA because the working conditions here are "disgusting". You, whose lab over there is not even remotely set up, judging by how even your university's ( Read more... )