Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Chapter 119: I Don't Care
That's it. Simple and clear-cut, I'm not going to talk too much. There is no God, and it's all plain rubbish meant to enslave people, invented by the western community to keep other 'inferior' people in check.
Disclaimer: This is all in my own humble opinion. It might not be accurate. It is bias to at least some extent.
Disclaimer: This is all in my own humble opinion. It might not be accurate. It is bias to at least some extent.
Chapter 118: I'm Throwing Everything In
This is it. I know it is said that I should never test you, but I'm beginning to think I was hoodwinked into all this. Many things do not add up, but I do not care.
This is official. If you exist, show me a miracle, and I'll reconsider everything I have ever thought or said. And I mean a true miracle, that I can not explain on my own in any way possible.
If not, than I can never have a connection with something that cannot trust me that much.
This is official. If you exist, show me a miracle, and I'll reconsider everything I have ever thought or said. And I mean a true miracle, that I can not explain on my own in any way possible.
If not, than I can never have a connection with something that cannot trust me that much.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Chapter 117: Convinced
Throughout my FYP, I have been thoroughly convinced of many things. First up, who ever said that maintaining good grades would lead to better work was an idiot, and a liar who ought to be tied down and shot a million times.
Secondly, the same person who came up with the concept of hard work and perseverance probably invented the concept of convincing naive people into slavery.
In summary, it's all bull feces created by slavemaster tyrants.
And there happen to be couple of people whom I would be glad to harm if not for CCTV cameras, laws and an irritating conscience (Another invention by slavedrivers, I'm sure).
Secondly, the same person who came up with the concept of hard work and perseverance probably invented the concept of convincing naive people into slavery.
In summary, it's all bull feces created by slavemaster tyrants.
And there happen to be couple of people whom I would be glad to harm if not for CCTV cameras, laws and an irritating conscience (Another invention by slavedrivers, I'm sure).
Friday, November 26, 2010
Chapter 116: Vortex Bones To Shake Well
And just when I thought I would be doing the same thing throughout my FYP, something new pops out.
A while back, I had subcultured six plates from my collection of isolated fungi, so we could prepare their DNA for identification later on, according to a method used by some company that is supposed to be more efficient than a pulse-field method (science talk), based on the limits of their own database.
What I didn't know is that we were going to do the preparation so soon.
Scraping the plates seemed simple enough on the surface... except my own plates happened to be pretty old, and the older it was, the harder it was scrape it off without breaking the celloplane membrane used. Even to the point of bending the inoculating loop, it still wouldn't budge. Yeast, of which I had one sample of was, was known to be harder to pick up into the loop for a sample than others. Heh. Even at this time, I won't get to catch a break. Oh well.
Vortexing the DNA after cycles of freezing in liquid nitrogen to disrupt the sample structures so as to get the DNA was quite interesting as well. Holding the samples to be vortexed onto the machine for two cycles of five minutes and then twenty minutes had no skill involved, but it sure rattled the old bones. Pain didn't last long either.
That will be all for now.
A while back, I had subcultured six plates from my collection of isolated fungi, so we could prepare their DNA for identification later on, according to a method used by some company that is supposed to be more efficient than a pulse-field method (science talk), based on the limits of their own database.
What I didn't know is that we were going to do the preparation so soon.
Scraping the plates seemed simple enough on the surface... except my own plates happened to be pretty old, and the older it was, the harder it was scrape it off without breaking the celloplane membrane used. Even to the point of bending the inoculating loop, it still wouldn't budge. Yeast, of which I had one sample of was, was known to be harder to pick up into the loop for a sample than others. Heh. Even at this time, I won't get to catch a break. Oh well.
Vortexing the DNA after cycles of freezing in liquid nitrogen to disrupt the sample structures so as to get the DNA was quite interesting as well. Holding the samples to be vortexed onto the machine for two cycles of five minutes and then twenty minutes had no skill involved, but it sure rattled the old bones. Pain didn't last long either.
That will be all for now.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Chapter 115: Cross Words
Just the evening before, I headed to dinner with the people from NYP Campus Crusaders at Ang Mo Kio, after gym training.
What happened next was chaos in conversation. I cannot quite be sure of how it started, but one thing led to another and everyone soon became lost in translation.
I got involved until I learnt one thing. Keeping quiet in times like this is the best way to get untangled XD . As soon as I did that I got to finish my food easily. I was the last one to arrive, so everyone else was done and were just waiting for me while they chatted.
Lesson of the day. If you do not wish to be included in unwanted things being talked by others (this includes stupid gossip by others who happen to be in the same room), and know that getting involved has no purpose and will just result in disaster, just remember to keep the mouth shut, no matter how tempting it may be to say something. One of the main rules of survival here.
And that concludes it for now.
What happened next was chaos in conversation. I cannot quite be sure of how it started, but one thing led to another and everyone soon became lost in translation.
I got involved until I learnt one thing. Keeping quiet in times like this is the best way to get untangled XD . As soon as I did that I got to finish my food easily. I was the last one to arrive, so everyone else was done and were just waiting for me while they chatted.
Lesson of the day. If you do not wish to be included in unwanted things being talked by others (this includes stupid gossip by others who happen to be in the same room), and know that getting involved has no purpose and will just result in disaster, just remember to keep the mouth shut, no matter how tempting it may be to say something. One of the main rules of survival here.
And that concludes it for now.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Chapter 114: If You Didn't Believe Me
When I claimed that NYP Mindsport's Chess Club was full of elitist geeks, let me share a dialouge with you.
Shaun: Is there any training today?
SCL Disgrace Upstart (AKA JerkFace): You Mean Chess?
Shaun: (Yes, you idiot, what else?) Yes
JerkFace: (Playing a computer game on his laptop) It will be in the South Canteen.
Shaun: South Canteen?
JerkFace: (Still playing and looking at the screen the whole time) I mean North. There's no room today (*He means there is no proper clubroom space available)
Shaun: Why?
JerkFace: (Still playing) There's no why. There's just no room.
Shaun: (Feel like slamming his laptop down and smashing his head onto it)
There you go.
I did spend a good deal of time talking with two friends of mine (Vyncent and Nat), mostly of any nonsense we could think of at random for no reason. It went down to talking about firearms and what we would do with a bazzoka if we had one shot. One of the topics was short, and was about driving a vehicle.
On account of keeping people from mistaking me as a genocidal madman, since I was only joking during my answers when we talked, it ended up with both of them agreeing that I should never be given hold of a vehicle to drive, or a firearm of any sort at all costs. I'll leave the rest for guessing. :)
I take my leave for now.
Shaun: Is there any training today?
SCL Disgrace Upstart (AKA JerkFace): You Mean Chess?
Shaun: (Yes, you idiot, what else?) Yes
JerkFace: (Playing a computer game on his laptop) It will be in the South Canteen.
Shaun: South Canteen?
JerkFace: (Still playing and looking at the screen the whole time) I mean North. There's no room today (*He means there is no proper clubroom space available)
Shaun: Why?
JerkFace: (Still playing) There's no why. There's just no room.
Shaun: (Feel like slamming his laptop down and smashing his head onto it)
There you go.
I did spend a good deal of time talking with two friends of mine (Vyncent and Nat), mostly of any nonsense we could think of at random for no reason. It went down to talking about firearms and what we would do with a bazzoka if we had one shot. One of the topics was short, and was about driving a vehicle.
On account of keeping people from mistaking me as a genocidal madman, since I was only joking during my answers when we talked, it ended up with both of them agreeing that I should never be given hold of a vehicle to drive, or a firearm of any sort at all costs. I'll leave the rest for guessing. :)
I take my leave for now.
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