I Am Burping With Joy.

Just eaten dinner. Dad cooked chicken rice and man it was fantasticccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc.

*burps*

Thank you Daddy~

While I was taking the escalator at my LRT station on the way to school, I saw one rather "underaged" girl and a guy. The girl was wearing Levi's 593 jeans! Just look at how rich kids are nowadays. Then as I stepped out of the lift, i heard a soft "Boo!" (cuz I was listening to my mp3s back then) and i realised there were another two kids trying to scare the daylights out of their friends who were in the same lift as me. Guessed they got the wrong number.

And thank God I was listening to my mp3s. Probably I would be startled with a jump if I'm not. Haha!

And the lecture was boring. Konrad was asking questions, as per normal, and we guessed as much that we would jolly well end at 4pm instead of the promised 3pm.

And we have a lab session after that.

Well...with groanings and whinings we managed to get through it somehow. And God knows what beholds in the lab.

Microorganisms!

Was abit turned off when Prof. Tham told us during the briefing that the sample used today will be a sample of mashed up, watery chicken rice leftovers yesterday. Looks like some form of vomit that we see coming out of people's mouths after a long night of drinking.

And I just remembered Daddy's chicken rice.

And as I entered the lab, Diana just asked me to go over to them, put down my bag and wear my lab coat. Okay I admit that it kind of shocked me to see Diana in such a hush manner so I did as i was told. And magically, I became part of the group for the practical. And imagine I am the youngest in the group, the rest being females. And what can be worst than being "forced" to join the group and subsequently being forced to sit down at the fume cupboard to play around with the eeky leftovers. And I did almost 3/4 of the practical all by MYSELF!

Of course Irene was nice enough to be my personal assistant by helping me with the tubes and stuff. She had sacrificed her hands for me. Sorry if your skin turned rough because of washing it with alcohol. But in saying so, I somehow don't really feel apologetic about it. That's me.

Hmm..

And I hate the office crowd. It is just so sickening to enter the train not to find a seat. Or at least a nice place to stand.

It has been raining for two days, and I hope that tomorrow will be a better day. And William better pray that I won't ram his car tomorrow during the driving lesson.