Start all over again

What happens when you failed to get things done right?
Start all over again!
:(

Anyway, a little cheer me up by watching the latest Never Mind the Buzzcocks on BBC2. Here is a snippet of the episode. You can watch the whole episode on the BBC2 website.


Okay here's another one:

RNA is a pain

I hate it when I work with RNA (Ribonucleic acid). It's so sensitive to degradation that everything has to be sterile and RNase(protein that kills RNA) free. That means heaps of autoclaving (um, a sterilsing chamber) and keeping everything clean/sterilised at an almost paranoia level. I hate working with RNA!

For those who don't understand what the heck I'm going about, please disregard this post. I just have to gripe on a Monday.

Monday Blues

Like a Carpenter's song: Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

And even more so when it's a rainy Monday.

To top it off: lots to do, not enough time to do it!

In between experiments 2

And as I leave my experiments to run overnight, here I am posting another before I head home after a day's hectic work.

Radio 1 is playing "All Sparks" by The Editors alot. And since it's the only channel I could get in my basement lab, it's now stuck in my head. Heh, this song is somewhat suitable for me at the mo... just read the lyrics.


You're answering questions that have not yet been asked
All sparks will burn out in the end

You burn like a bouncing cigarette on the road
All sparks will burn out in the end

All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
In the end

You're casting opinions at people who need them
All sparks will burn out in the end

Well be careful angel, this life is just too long
All sparks will burn out in the end

All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
In the end

You burn like a bouncing cigarette

All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
All sparks will burn out
In the end

I was served by Draco!

Went to my local Co-op for some groceries. And guess who was the cashier? heheheheh!





It's actually the self-service checkout machine I'm afraid.

In between experiments 1

While I'm waiting for my experiment to finish running, I thought I should post something here. Listening to Radiohead's "Bullet Proof... I wish I was"

Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me.
Everyday, everyhour, wish that I was..
Was bullet proof

Wax me, mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in.
You have turned me into this, just wish that it..
Was bullet proof

So pay me money, and take a shot
Lead fill the hole in me.
I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate..
& bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)
Bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)

The Art of Talking

Whenever I go for an interview - formal or otherwise, I would be a nervous wreck! I would start to sweat (so much that shaking hands is an embaressment) and fidget in my seat like I was sitting on a pin-cushion. My face would be warm and a Joker-like grin would be plastered on it. I would also talk at a fast pace... And sometimes it's just gibberish! Gah! Why?
On the other spectrum, when faced an audience (i.e. more than two people!), I would get so scared that my mind would go blank and I would have a somber expression like something bad had happened to the world. Hmmm that bad thing happening would probably be me doing a speech. (The world's a stage, and it groans when Moshunter comes on to talk!)
It's been years. How do I get over this? A tutor once told me that some people are just like that. And the best way to overcome is to prepare something beforehand. But what about impromptu situations? Am I to sound like/worse than George Bush Jr. for the rest of my life? @_@.

I guess if I sound like the US President it would mean I'm as powerful! Kidding.

Caffeine is my friend

Today it was glorious sunshine until 3.55pm, then it's snow and ice. My life is like the weather at the moment. First boredom, then work that drops on me suddenly like a grand piano drops in a Warner Brother's cartoon.
I'm trying to do two experiments at once. On top of that, managing a run-down bar and fundraising. I've been sleeping at 2am every night for the past week... drinking Coke and Lucozade to keep me awake. But I still have five minutes to spare writing in this blog. Bleh! Right, best not waste my time.