You know, when I graduate from school…..
There are SOOOO many things I want to do….
IF I do manage to clinch that volunteer job with the National Youth Council….
Then I’ll do that, after that, I’d prolly find a temporary full-time job with the aquarium….
Work there for a few months, a year perhaps?

I can’t think of where to work next…. because working in the aquarium is all I can ever think about right now… Perhaps with the zoo too or something… I don’t know. I wanna do animal shows, that sorta stuff…. be an animal trainer. hah.

Anyway, it’s the term holidays…
I really ought to be studying… but no mood.

School starts Jan 3rd 07…
not looking forward to it, honestly speaking.

Oh well….



Test today was a horror. I suck at things like exams, honestly.

Get me to do projects, sure I’m okay with that, but written stuff? Yuck. Never have been my forte. Performing, I can. Events planning, I can. Doing up an entire website, I can. Writing papers as an exam, I cannot. Writing stories, that I can. Because I can make things up as I go along. NOT with dead things like facts. Nuh-uh.

But how ironic it is, that with facts, I create stories.

Perhaps, if I psycho myself hard enough, I can make myself memorise these facts with so much gusto, I can write sci-fi with them someday. About RNA synthesis and recombinatory hotspots in genes. Mapping the genes out physically by the chromosomes all the way down to the very last dot of the histones…. How humans slowly, ever so slowly start to evolve into underwater breathing sea creatures with unique feet that gives them enough pull on the gravity to keep them on the sea bed, or swim around without the fear of getting swept by the currents, and all that…..

Maybe, well, maybe one day that would be a crappy story that I would write. A crappy story that would keep many testosterone-hyped boys and men driven into their seats, flipping page after page, reading that story I wrote. About how a mad scientists changes the entire world, with just genes and DNA. But it went all wrong with the damn recombinatory hotspots. lol.


Oh, Studying for tomorrow now.

Structural and Func. Genomics tmr. So is Clinical trials. gah.

doofus. I hate studying. It’s like having my memories stolen from me everytime I sit for a test. Amnesia. Temporary amnesia. GAAAAH!!!!!

Terrible. WHY?!?! WHY?!?!

Me and My Procastinations

I have a very bad habit, it’s called procastination. It’s a bad habit that sticks with everyone once in a while.

Right now, it’s term tests, yet here I am, procastinating. Hence, the blog address.

So while I try to squeeze in more proteomics and drug development, I will blog abit more, and tell you abit more from where I left off with my other blog.

Last from the other blog, I was in a frenzy over what I was about to do with my time, and how it was gonna be spent studying non-stop for this final semester (I do hope it won’t be the last that I see of school), and how I hated the fact that while I loved schooling, studying for the exams was actually a big she-dog.

I suppose every other student feels that way sometimes.

I have to continue psyching myself to love the things I study, just so I pass this final semester in good graces. My testimonials and CV will look pretty with this diploma despite the fact that the actual contents aren’t actually very pretty to look at. But that doesn’t really matter with me, because like I said, CV will look pretty indeed. This diploma is just but a small check on the to-do list against The Bigger Plan of mine. So much that I’m reminded why I was in science school in the first place.

I mean, I could’ve just went to that JC 5 minutes down the road, but I chose to travel in a BUS, 30 minutes to the current school I’m at now to suffer an extra year of schooling instead of the usual 2 that the regular students go through. All just because I had a bigger plan to carry out by the time I hit 25. I’m working on borrowed time right now.

Anyway. nonsense aside, big welcome back to myself from hiatus.
Big hello to you for visiting this unhumble blog of mine.  (:

This bad habit of mine, it’s got to stop soon. The one called procastination.
Let’s see what other things I procastinate upon for the remaining¬†9 weeks of school, eh?