More Whining

Would you like to hear me whine some more?

I'm hearing a lot of 'yes-pleases' so I won't disappoint, such a nice guy that I am.

"Maybe next week we can start the sputtering process."

"Um, next week is the mid semester break."

"Actually, it's a non teaching period. It means there is no lecture for undergrad students. You are not an undergrad, which means that you still need to come to uni."

Mind if I go around the corner and cry? And maybe gorge several chocolate bars?


(-_-!)

"Good. Well done. Here's more. Try and finish this."

Glimpse of an experimental physicist troubled thoughts:

Don't ever tell your supervisor you've done all the task assigned. He will be impressed and proceed to give you more work.

Much more work.

Sigh.

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Dislocated shoulder saga continued:

Options given by the concerted effort of physiotherapist and orthopaedic surgeon -

1: Continue playing rugby as usual. Strap shoulder to make it as tight as possible. Risk of future dislocation.

2: Shoulder reconstruction. No rugby for at least a year.

3: Quit playing. Sit on your ass all day long and play solitaire.

dumbstruck

It was after hours, about 730pm. Still in the building. Heading outside to get some fresh air.

Met the head of the school of physics in the corridor.

Must remember next time not to froze in your tracks and say something polite.

"Hi Micheal."

"How are you today? A bit chilly outside eh? I heard the commonwealth will be raising interest rates soon."

"How are you sleeping? Good?"

"I heard a funny story today about the difference between peanut butter and jam, do you have a minute to hear it?"

I could have said those things but instead, I stood affixed to my spot with mouth agape. My facility for polite pleasantries seems to decide that at that precise moment it is going to go visit Penang and no force in the world could ever stop it. Not even the head of the school.

I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to everyone for my minor indiscretion. I have truly let you all down. This won't happen again, I promise. Next time, I would hide behind something large enough whenever I see him coming. Like the broom cupboard. Or the server room. Or the photocopier room.

Geeks Unite!

Last week, went to Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination at Scienceworks, Spotswood.

Spent nearly 3 hours there.

Release your inner geek.

I have dreamt of this moment since I was a little kid, to one day have the chance to meet with Darth Vader.

Now, I can die a happy man.

Father?

Had the opportunity to ask Yoda for his wisdom on whether I should put my left socks first before my right or not change my preference, which is right before left.

"When 900 years old you reach, look as good you will not, hmm?"

Oh yes, I got a Darth Vader mask now. I am going to look so cool walking around KLCC with the mask on. Chicks dig guys with Darth Vader masks.


kthx, bai.