This Boffin he walks
He walks and he talks and he talks while he walks
But this Boffin he stalks
He stalks and he walks and walks while he stalks
This Boffin he stalks and he talks while he stalks and he walks while he talks.
This Boffin he sees
He sees me too busy with no time for him
This Boffin he mourns
No kibble dispenser can feed the poor Boffin's soul
What to do. What to say.
To make poor Boffin feel not far away.
What to think. What to feel.
Have I forgotten whats false and whats real?
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Friday, March 26, 2004
Staphomosapiens.....?
Well Im back at uni, full swing.
Apparently I have partial immunity to chicken pox, thats why I didnt get it as a kid. And now, getting it as a semi-adult, I didnt get a full blown version of it. The lesions are supposed to emerge in three waves. I only got the first wave and thus scuttled back to uni 3 days early.
Yesterday at Microbiology lecture we learnt about microbe morphology (shape and arrangement). So there we have specimen Staphylococcus, often affectionately called Staph. Named so because Staph means "chain" and coccus means "round/spherical". So thus chains of spherical stuff floating around. And I'm thinking... ooo so cool. Then I stroll out of the lecture hall, lalala, and before me should stand three girls, linked by a flurry of arm and cloth, giggling to themselves.
See that picture just demented my neurological being right cos i hate it when girls do that. It makes my squeamish inside out and all around and I feel a wave of contempt wash over me. Its just gross. And so I thought....oh my god. Staphomosapiens. A fate worse than that of our little darling Staph. who only causes bouts of pneumonia.
But then I felt happy again (lalala...) cos I felt proud of coming up with a name like Staphomosapiens. hahahaha. Im so pathetic... :P
Apparently I have partial immunity to chicken pox, thats why I didnt get it as a kid. And now, getting it as a semi-adult, I didnt get a full blown version of it. The lesions are supposed to emerge in three waves. I only got the first wave and thus scuttled back to uni 3 days early.
Yesterday at Microbiology lecture we learnt about microbe morphology (shape and arrangement). So there we have specimen Staphylococcus, often affectionately called Staph. Named so because Staph means "chain" and coccus means "round/spherical". So thus chains of spherical stuff floating around. And I'm thinking... ooo so cool. Then I stroll out of the lecture hall, lalala, and before me should stand three girls, linked by a flurry of arm and cloth, giggling to themselves.
See that picture just demented my neurological being right cos i hate it when girls do that. It makes my squeamish inside out and all around and I feel a wave of contempt wash over me. Its just gross. And so I thought....oh my god. Staphomosapiens. A fate worse than that of our little darling Staph. who only causes bouts of pneumonia.
But then I felt happy again (lalala...) cos I felt proud of coming up with a name like Staphomosapiens. hahahaha. Im so pathetic... :P
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Prehistoric Sydney Uni...
I do apologise for my absence. It seems that my battle with the malevolence of inetrneticity is yet to be won, it getting the better of me this time.
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that we were in the far (or not-so-distant) future and the skies were grey with an odd tinge of red. The land was somewhat rockier than usual and quite barren. So there I was in and around what seemed to be a valcano, walking the opposite direction (as usual) to the rest of all the other life forms which were dinosaurs, walking in pairs, talking to each other. It seemed to me like as if it was the end of days and so I turned and followed the stream of dinosaurs into a huge crowd of humans. And there, upon a podium, behold the mighty.....activist. She went on and on about how we humans were using up precious resources and polluting he planet in an exponential manner (due to backward methods or lack of resources) to produce things that werent essential for life, such as cosmetics. She went on to prove this point with examples yada yada. Think woodstock, only stressful and greenie. So anyways I realise that I needed to go for Biochem lab and lo and behold, the patch of grass the sea of humans sat upon was the lawn in front of the Biochem building. Needless to say the alarm went off and I woke up feeling rather tired and disturbed. I also had the sensation of deja vu. Don't you just hate activist dreams... x.x
So anyways while I was brushing my teeth after awaking, I was just thinking to myself about how opinions are quite the result of peer pressure. Society these days expect you to have an opinion about everything. If you dont, it means that you are an ignorant and indifferent being. The matter of the fact is, I thought, that you cannot make an opinion about something unless you had in depth knowledge of it. Otherwise you're just making presumptious pre-judgements; a characteristic which I find less than honourable. And nobody can have an in depth knowledge about everything. Different people like different things and wordly knowledge is so variable. So what is it with the opinions already!?
Dirty Harry said, and I quote " An opinion is like an arse. Everybody has one. " Is this because the educated and elite society pressures you into forming one despite our clear limited knowledge in some areas? Or is it because we like to think so highly of ourselves, that we should be beings of thought? Is an opinion merely a secondary metabolite of pride?
I don't really know and at 6.30 in the morning, I dont really care. But its just something i thought I'd share with you. Just another snippet of the thoughts which incesantly weave in and out of my head.
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that we were in the far (or not-so-distant) future and the skies were grey with an odd tinge of red. The land was somewhat rockier than usual and quite barren. So there I was in and around what seemed to be a valcano, walking the opposite direction (as usual) to the rest of all the other life forms which were dinosaurs, walking in pairs, talking to each other. It seemed to me like as if it was the end of days and so I turned and followed the stream of dinosaurs into a huge crowd of humans. And there, upon a podium, behold the mighty.....activist. She went on and on about how we humans were using up precious resources and polluting he planet in an exponential manner (due to backward methods or lack of resources) to produce things that werent essential for life, such as cosmetics. She went on to prove this point with examples yada yada. Think woodstock, only stressful and greenie. So anyways I realise that I needed to go for Biochem lab and lo and behold, the patch of grass the sea of humans sat upon was the lawn in front of the Biochem building. Needless to say the alarm went off and I woke up feeling rather tired and disturbed. I also had the sensation of deja vu. Don't you just hate activist dreams... x.x
So anyways while I was brushing my teeth after awaking, I was just thinking to myself about how opinions are quite the result of peer pressure. Society these days expect you to have an opinion about everything. If you dont, it means that you are an ignorant and indifferent being. The matter of the fact is, I thought, that you cannot make an opinion about something unless you had in depth knowledge of it. Otherwise you're just making presumptious pre-judgements; a characteristic which I find less than honourable. And nobody can have an in depth knowledge about everything. Different people like different things and wordly knowledge is so variable. So what is it with the opinions already!?
Dirty Harry said, and I quote " An opinion is like an arse. Everybody has one. " Is this because the educated and elite society pressures you into forming one despite our clear limited knowledge in some areas? Or is it because we like to think so highly of ourselves, that we should be beings of thought? Is an opinion merely a secondary metabolite of pride?
I don't really know and at 6.30 in the morning, I dont really care. But its just something i thought I'd share with you. Just another snippet of the thoughts which incesantly weave in and out of my head.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Lalala?
Sorry for being a grouse. I quite like my new draggy. *admires it* I know the quality isnt anything to scream about but its the best thing I've found so far that actually allows me to directly link it from the original webbie. We should give it a name.
Dont you think it looks like a Brian? Maybe we should give it some cool chinese name. Like Silver Fire (translate into chinese please) or something... heheee....
Dont you think it looks like a Brian? Maybe we should give it some cool chinese name. Like Silver Fire (translate into chinese please) or something... heheee....
Friday, March 19, 2004
Howl . . .
Tet came over the whole day today. :) Yayy. Hehe. It was so nice to see him again and spend time doing stuff together. Hehe...But then he had to go and I felt sad cos I cant see him again for a long long time. I felt that it was quite frustrating because when I went back to Malaysia, I couldnt see him for so long. And then when I came back to Aus, I felt liberated cos then I could see him just like whenever.....then this happens. And I've only been back for 2 weeks. *skreemz* ;.;
And I also felt like one of the concubines I read about in Yamasaki's novel Bonchi. This rich guy, he has 3/4 concubines and he visits them according to his mood and duty (cos each concubine or mistress fulfills his desires in different ways according to her different character). So sometimes they only get to see him like once a week or something...Which is quite sad right. I mean, you only get to spend time with the person you dearly treasure every now and again. But because in those days Japanese women were so submissive, they just accept it as a way of life. And in a way I have to accept my fate now because there's nothing I can do about it. Sigh.
I feel sad. Maybe cos Tet just left. :/
And I also felt like one of the concubines I read about in Yamasaki's novel Bonchi. This rich guy, he has 3/4 concubines and he visits them according to his mood and duty (cos each concubine or mistress fulfills his desires in different ways according to her different character). So sometimes they only get to see him like once a week or something...Which is quite sad right. I mean, you only get to spend time with the person you dearly treasure every now and again. But because in those days Japanese women were so submissive, they just accept it as a way of life. And in a way I have to accept my fate now because there's nothing I can do about it. Sigh.
I feel sad. Maybe cos Tet just left. :/
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
GUrrrrgghhhhh....
I told myself that I would never complain about how itchy the lesions are cos nobody likes a whinger but MY GOD how they itch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >.<
Beware the evil chicken...
Remember how some time ago there was this huge chicken/bird flu scare? Yea well I didnt really give much though to it. Just ate it and went along my merry way. And then, and then... I got sick. And then, and then..... it turns out that I have thus contracted an ancient ancestor of the long line of chicken diseases.
I have chicken pox. ;p
Lol. I know im abit old to be getting it but when I was a kid, my sis got it and my family's attempt for me to contract it failed miserably. So here I am, finally succumbing to it 10 years down the line. Its Malaysian chicken pox too! Muahaha. Yea apparently incubation period is 3 weeks so since I've been home for 2 weeks, its likely I contracted it there.
Anyways Im on 10 days quarantine. Cheers mate! lol..
ps: Happy Birthday Dan!!
I have chicken pox. ;p
Lol. I know im abit old to be getting it but when I was a kid, my sis got it and my family's attempt for me to contract it failed miserably. So here I am, finally succumbing to it 10 years down the line. Its Malaysian chicken pox too! Muahaha. Yea apparently incubation period is 3 weeks so since I've been home for 2 weeks, its likely I contracted it there.
Anyways Im on 10 days quarantine. Cheers mate! lol..
ps: Happy Birthday Dan!!
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
University = One Truth
Hi all. Uni is great! Its so cool to see all your old friends again, and make some really nice new ones. Although Im abit sleepy in the morn, I know its gonna get worse starting next week!!! Yargh. hahaha. But I'm really excited and Im really happy with the subjects and stuff. Although, I have this one lecturer....Peter Reeves.... he is like the most boring lecturer ever. Like....I suppose one could say his humour was rather english, only without its wit. Im glad to hear that the consequent lectures will not be taught by him. Oh the inhumanity oherwise!!
Alot happening in my life, nothing really worth mentioning about. Juggling uni and a few other things has completely taken over my mind and I have noticed that with this lack of time comes the inability to think up of odd situations thus, the lack of creativity. What on earth could this mean...... an institute that strives (apparently) to induce creativity and potential within oneself only succeeds in inhibiting its main purpose. Would you say that makes uni a failure? A worthless deceitful parasitic money making company mirthfully shrouded by a Latin name meaning One Truth? (the irony...) Or merely me, incapable of living up to their expectations that one should be so highly evolved as to comfortably slide into whatever situation thy should so happen to chance upon. Perhaps it is a little of both and perhaps its got nothing to do with anything at all.
Maybe I'm just getting older....
Alot happening in my life, nothing really worth mentioning about. Juggling uni and a few other things has completely taken over my mind and I have noticed that with this lack of time comes the inability to think up of odd situations thus, the lack of creativity. What on earth could this mean...... an institute that strives (apparently) to induce creativity and potential within oneself only succeeds in inhibiting its main purpose. Would you say that makes uni a failure? A worthless deceitful parasitic money making company mirthfully shrouded by a Latin name meaning One Truth? (the irony...) Or merely me, incapable of living up to their expectations that one should be so highly evolved as to comfortably slide into whatever situation thy should so happen to chance upon. Perhaps it is a little of both and perhaps its got nothing to do with anything at all.
Maybe I'm just getting older....
Monday, March 08, 2004
Back to skoool....
Harlo. Man...uni tommorow. After a bludgy 3 months they expect to go back to uni. How, I ask you?? HOW!!!?????
Hahaha jam packed timetable but looking forward to becoming the nerd that I usually am. Lots of rather interesting things this semester....except for genetics and the what-nots.
Just finished balancing my budget for this year. Still unresolved...the answer lies within a single bus ticket. What is that you ask? A bus ticket!???? Hahahaha yes. Because I need to rebudget my Transportation section due to the fact that uni is further than I thought. Darn femaley lack of spatialness....
On my way to Aus, there was this 7 year old girl who talked to me, and she has like the biggest imagination on earth. Which is really quite fascinating, because we tend to lose that ability upon growing up. She said, "Imagine if you swallowed a spark and then you poo-d and the loo caught on fire...and you'd be like Mommy Mommy the loo is on fire!!!!!!"
I blinked at her and burst out laughing for the sheer fact that what she said was so incredibly random. She seemed very pleased with herself.
Hahaha jam packed timetable but looking forward to becoming the nerd that I usually am. Lots of rather interesting things this semester....except for genetics and the what-nots.
Just finished balancing my budget for this year. Still unresolved...the answer lies within a single bus ticket. What is that you ask? A bus ticket!???? Hahahaha yes. Because I need to rebudget my Transportation section due to the fact that uni is further than I thought. Darn femaley lack of spatialness....
On my way to Aus, there was this 7 year old girl who talked to me, and she has like the biggest imagination on earth. Which is really quite fascinating, because we tend to lose that ability upon growing up. She said, "Imagine if you swallowed a spark and then you poo-d and the loo caught on fire...and you'd be like Mommy Mommy the loo is on fire!!!!!!"
I blinked at her and burst out laughing for the sheer fact that what she said was so incredibly random. She seemed very pleased with herself.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Its a question of duty ...
Well. Once again my head is but a blank. Nothing inside, not even air. Just a vast empty vacuum. And yet, I click on my blog and notice how I have not written in 3 days or so. Which is really quite tragic.
Quite tragic.
What of my faithful followers who so faithfully follow my blog? They will become bored and restless, the more paranoid even worried as to what has happened to my apparently infinite supply of incoherent thoughts. And so, with a love for crown and country, I muster up all my energy and scrape out every last bit of thought lingering at the back of my rickety skull. I sit and contemplate the pile of rubbish staring back at me. I distress. O the lack of muse.
Courage lads! For Crown and for Country! And again I sit down and hear the battle cries swirling in my head. What to do, what to do??
Well apparently, as of some things in life, not much has to be done to achieve something. Because here I am 178 words later ( yes, I counted ), grinning menacially to myself, patting myself on the back for having tricked The System. Before me lies another random object of pure genius (or madness, one can never tell). With a glint in my eye, I rub my hands in glee and cackle to myself about how inferior The System is; how easily manipulated that someone as paralyzed as me can dodge it's fiery wrath.
Lalala...
Viva la revolution!!
Quite tragic.
What of my faithful followers who so faithfully follow my blog? They will become bored and restless, the more paranoid even worried as to what has happened to my apparently infinite supply of incoherent thoughts. And so, with a love for crown and country, I muster up all my energy and scrape out every last bit of thought lingering at the back of my rickety skull. I sit and contemplate the pile of rubbish staring back at me. I distress. O the lack of muse.
Courage lads! For Crown and for Country! And again I sit down and hear the battle cries swirling in my head. What to do, what to do??
Well apparently, as of some things in life, not much has to be done to achieve something. Because here I am 178 words later ( yes, I counted ), grinning menacially to myself, patting myself on the back for having tricked The System. Before me lies another random object of pure genius (or madness, one can never tell). With a glint in my eye, I rub my hands in glee and cackle to myself about how inferior The System is; how easily manipulated that someone as paralyzed as me can dodge it's fiery wrath.
Lalala...
Viva la revolution!!
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
G'day
Well Im back home. Nobody commented on the banner, so ill just leave it up. Bad news is, my time table is sooo darn packed and uni is starting next week. blah. Good news is, we got wireless in our vicinity. WOOHOO!!!! Take that, you evil goose of dial-upness!! Man...Im so tired e.e
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