Online Safety Test

Hello!

We had to answer an online safety test by the end of this week for us to be familiarized with our level 3 lab skills next year. I did my test today, and I had so much fun answering the questions. Especially because of the choice of answers given.

You rock!

Let's drink all the sulphuric acid!

Nick is our Head of School. What fun!

I'm going to pretend..... :)

I'm broke

Hello!

So, as the title goes, I'm broke. Seriously.

The story was like this;

I've bought to and fro flight tickets from London to Sabah via an agent for Royal Brunei Air just before our spring break, and I thought that all things were settled.

During the holiday, I've spent quite some money carelessly (and I totally regretted it). When I've realized that I have yet to receive the e-ticket for my flights, I emailed the agent, followed by a call.

Apparently, the bank has denied my payment, for no reason. That's one thing. The problem is, I wasn't notified of this matter. If it happens that I didn't realized about the e-ticket until the very last day, it would have cost me a fortune to go back for summer.

In the end, I've bought new flight tickets directly with Qatar Airways this time for roughly £600. Well, at least, I am able to go back earlier this time.

All is well.

It looks a little too empty, yeah?

Will I be able to live off these?

Revision. Distraction.

Hello!

Final is coming in a month time, and I've been trying to study. A lot.

So, I've made this timetable as my so-called-guideline;

There are two pages of them! Different timetable for every week.

However, it's hard to follow a timetable, when I'm always distracted. I'll be hungry, sleepy, bored, and sometimes, I caught myself staring at the garden.

My workplace.

Can you spot my guitar on the right hand side? Well, I'll be tempted to strum it at times....

That white robe, with colorful polka dots, is my dressing gown. Which, I wear every day, and at almost every second. We've turned down the central heating, so it's pretty cold these days. I know that it's spring, but still.....

I've tried standing up for quite some time to reduce my sleepiness, but, to no avail. Maybe, I was born to be a sleepyhead? At times, I'll play this game with my friend;

Then, I'll have this dream about me becoming the next picaso prodigy. So, I'll waste quite some time in discovering my new found talent;

Oh well... Not too talented, I see.

Take care then! I'll talk to you all again later. :)

Will you take her back?

Hey there!

I believe in dating with commitment, and not just for the sake of dating. So, when commitment is involved, I can't tolerate with people 'doing stuffs' behind their partner's back. Well, you know... that and such...

Anyway, I've asked a friend of mine (male) on his opinion regarding a 'storyline' I gave him...

" You are in a long distance relationship with a girl, but the girl shared a bedroom (if you know what I mean) with another guy occasionally (almost every day). Somehow, you've found out about that matter, and obviously you didn't like it. So, you've made her promise to stop doing it. She promised, but the 'room sharing' never actually stopped. She just managed to hide it further from you. Then, after a couple of years, you caught her again, red-handed. Will you forgive her then?"

My friend told me that he will take her back, since he love her so much. I've asked the same thing with a couple more friends (male), and their answers were pretty much the same.

I don't get it. What do you say?

Dumb, Smart People

Hello there!

A friend of mine came and stayed with me for a week during the holiday, and she told me that science students are normally people with the lowest average value of common sense. So, I told her that I don't think it is so, since I believe that as a science student myself, I've got loads of that (I think).

She left after a week, and I was left alone, thinking about her words.... and it started to make sense now. How?

Well, here are some examples:

(Putting aside your laziness....)

1) If you saw that the kitchen counter (and/or the sink) was (were) filled with YOUR unwashed dishes, it's just common sense to wash them, isn't it?

2) If you saw that the dustbin was filled to the brim, it's just common sense to change the plastic bag, isn't it?

3) If you mess a common space, it's just common sense to clean up your own mess, isn't it?

4) If the toilet roll was used up to the brown part of it, it's just common sense to throw that brown thingy, and replace it with a new one, isn't it?

5) If the drainer was overloaded with plates, bowls, and stuffs, it's just common sense to keep them in the cupboard, isn't it?

6) ...and many others...

However, these are just not happening. I mean, how can you not think of doing all that, especially when post-its were posted every where visible, and reminders were given orally, and constantly? This can only mean that these smart people are just too dumb to have common sense. Well, being smart or dumb are actually not the point here. I just wanted to rant on things, and saying that these people do not have common sense doesn't sound harsh enough. Why not just call them, the "Dumb, Smart People".

Okay. Peace (Y).

Hangover

Ola!

I went to London last Friday for a musical at King's College London.

*Neck-exercise!*

It was good, for a musical at students' level. Though, I thought that the lead casts have really good voices.

We were seated quite far from the stage since we've arrived at the theatre quite late.

I wasn't feeling really good inside the coach from Bristol to London. So, Yas suggested me to buy a motion-sickness medicine.

I've gotten myself this bad boy.

I went home alone on Saturday's night for I have a Badminton tournament to attend the next day. Knowing that I won't be feeling good during the journey, I took a couple of the pastilles. After quite some time, and still not feeling the effect of the medicine, I've became impatient, and took another pastille.

They look harmless enough.

I didn't expect the medicines to be causing such a high dosage of sleepiness when I ate them. I should have read the warning on the back of the box.

*The effect of a single dose will last for up to 24 hours. Do not exceed the stated dose!*

When I've reached Bristol's city centre, I can't hardly feel my own body. Walking feels like flying, and at times, like dragging myself on the cold pavement. I can't walk back home like this, so I instinctively walked to get a cab.

I've reached home, rushed for shower in my half-awake state, and went to bed straight away. I couldn't care less about my bags lying on the floor, or my clothes, or even my shoes!

The next day, I was really feeling hangover. Not because of alcohols, but because of the motion-sickness medicine! How pathetic is that? Gah!!!

Regardless, I've got second in women's single. So, all is well.

Tainted

Hello!

Jenny wrote a number '4' on Harry's lab coat today, when Alastair suddenly added verbally 'inches'. I was squatting, looking at all the glasswares inside the drawers. Listening to Alastair's nonchalant 'joke', I looked up at him, puzzled at first, but laughed after a few seconds.

Get it?

Alastair looked at me, and joined in my laughter, while saying;

"She gets the joke! Oh my gosh! We've tainted her. You poor girl!"

I laughed more, when Alastair brought up the 'dirty lame joke' I made a week ago in lab, while insisting that they've tainted my 'pure and innocent' mind. They looked to me like elder siblings who were proud of their younger sister (because I'm the shortest) who are growing up now, when they keep on patting my shoulder, saying,

"Good job, babes!"

I'm really having fun in my labs these days, though I don't get to sit the whole day.

Peace, out!

I've kissed a wall, and I like it. No, I'm kidding.

Hi!

Now, I look like this:

I'm seriously serious.

I wish that I could brag about these scars, saying that they were my battle wounds. Or, saying that I was all bloody because of a fight with a jerk, or a serial killer or something of that such. However, the reason was more pathetic than anything I could think of.

The story goes like this:

We went to The Forest of Dean in Gloucestershire during the weekend for cycling, and a picnic.

My attire? Big mistake!

I was a big beginner in cycling. I've just learnt cycling last summer. Or was it the summer before last summer? Well, the bottom point is, I don't really know how to cycle. Bicycle riding was not included in my childhood's package. I've only cycled a few times around my house, but have never cycled up, nor down any hills before.

Me, riding a bike....?

Last Saturday was my very first experience of cycling in the outer world. The real world. Most of you could have guessed by now, what've happened to me on that fateful day;

I fell! Not once, or twice, but thousand of times. Okay, that might be stretching the fact too much. However, it was true that I fell loads of times.

Literally.

Halfway through the bike trail, it rained, and there was no shelter nearby. We had no choice, but to keep on cycling against the pouring rain, and harsh wind. Sometimes later, the rain subside, and I was riding downhill. There was a gate at the foot of the hill, and just in-front of the gate was a wooden wall. So, we just have to turn right, and continue with our cycling.

Here goes nothing....

I've mentioned earlier that I'm a beginner, didn't I? When I've reached the bottom of the hill, I panicked, and my flexes weren't fast enough to turn right, so,  I hit the brake instead. The bike halted abruptly, and all the inertia just caused my body to lunge forward, and I ended up kissing the wall with a loud 'bang'.

I've stayed in this position for quite some time, while my mind was trying to register the pain to my brain.

A friend of mine, who was riding in front of me dropped his bike immediately after having heard the loud bang, and ran to my rescue. Meanwhile, another friend of mine who was riding behind me was busy asking me questions on whether I was crying or laughing since she can't tell from the way I reacted to the crash.

Okay. It hurts a lot, but I didn't cry. Ha ha! My only concern was the scars on my face. I was told that I look like Charlie Chaplin then.

The scar on my upper lip, looks a bit like his strip of moustache.

Conclusion:

I've 'face-walled', and now I'm Charlie Chaplin-ized. :)

Oh, yeah, baby!