Wang's Kitchen

Things don't like me today.
Went to lab, found out i digested my plasmid with the wrong r.e's
OK, fine.
Then I started on my gel shift. In a state of confusion, i mixed up my samples.
Haiya it happens lar
Set up my gel in the cold room, stupid gel started to leak. Result: one very wet floor, and loads of agarose to seal it.
its just not my day. delayed my exit time from the lab by 30 mins. okay lar 30 mins.
Because of freaky (warm) temp, (unadjusted) lab heater went crazy and I was melting in my lab coat
buay tahan , back to NS liao izzit.
Started on my protein gel. Weird sediment on my samples, I heck care and just loaded all the darn thing. Then I asked Boss about it. Result: Very possible screw up.
Me and protein gels, always no karma wan nar *shrug*
Gel shift finish liao, marker never move properly. Will know whether i screwed up tomorrow.
Wah this time siao liao. I wonder what will be the boss's face when he finds out.
Develop gelshift in darkroom. Wanted to take off my gloves, because they were stinking. Tried to take out with great difficulty, because my hands were sweaty. *Bang!* Gloves disintegrated, I hit my hand on the darkroom dorr. Now it looks like Dracula has left its mark on my hand.
Wah even the darkroom door also buey song me ar!
Then lagi best, tomolo radiation safety people coming to check, I check my area, found out one sibeh hot spot on my bench. Bloody hell, i reached home 1.5 hours late lor! how to mug lie dat.
ARRGGGGHHH

it was hot out today. finally the thermometer reluctantly broke to the -1 degrees celsius cap which seemed to be stubbornly frozen there the whole freakin' winter.
and i took my old girl The Bitch out for a ride today. I haven't been riding for most of the winter, because my chronic procrastination meant that the fender i was supposed to have installed by the end of last semester still hasnt been put on yet, which meant that every ride through the slush and mud will cause my whole bag and back to look like it's been through a mudfight. Furthermore, her gears are sluggish and sticky at -20 degrees Celsius, but otherwise old dependable her is still a good ride, the muddy back not withstanding.
my dear, how have you aged! your body is now encrusted with a layer of salt and ice. Your gear teeth are sandy, and your brakes are rusty. and yet, you still remain powerful and can still wipe the floor of those wimpy road cyclists. how i love you so, my bitch!
For one, the Bitch has been a constant companion in my life here. And so she will deserve a pampering at the bike shop next weekend ;)

nabey why i keep saying nabey ar. its nabrey ala my old platoon sergeant back then.
swearing is so fun. and why am i blogging instead of mugging?
nabrey!

nabrey
not i wanna say ar, but i think i'm falling in love with Mstislav Rostropovich. ok at first i liked him because his Bach cello suites made for good mugging music. but i recently bought a recording of the Dvorak Second Cello concerto by him with von karajan. The guy made me cry. ok not cry. weep. but anyway its the first time ever.
......
(geleng, relak one corner. pasat england also can wan. i also pasat england mah. miss home mah)

i'm chomping on my first full meal in 3 days as i type this - yes its that time of the year again! spring break! where others go to warmer locales to drink and get laid. and where i play full time lab rat, enjoy the start of the "spring" season in Madison (and why is there still freaking snow on the ground eh?) drink in my comfort of my dumpy room and think about getting laid. warra life eh! like signing extra lie dat, but this time its voluntary
but ne'mine la. my brlader The Geleng (no i'm not the geleng you are, bitch) stopped by from New Orleans (Purdue has an earlier Spring Break) to come visit me. When I met him at the Memorial Union, it was still flurrying and snowing and guess wot the sonofabitch turned up in ? Bermudas and shorts.
Nabey, suan me not enough, want to suan the entire city of Madison by displaying his hairy sun drenched legs? Lucky I arrived fast, before a riot could start in the MU. The whole lot of people dressed in downs and windbreakers were staring at him. And on the journey back, everyone looked at him incredulously, most probably thinking on the lines of "wtf???" , or "nice hairy legs, mate, lets see you stand the cold". But eitherway, hats off to you, brlader. I lay prostrate before your thick thick skin. (in all senses of the word).
And after that, a whole haze of drinking (I told you Spaten Optimator was sibeh chio, right) pigging out on good food (Himal Chuli, the Nepalese joint might have made a whole fortune out on us) and swearing in Hokkien followed. For three whole days. My poor liver. :(
And so its back to mundane normal madison me.
I wonder how subway everyday will change my tastes vis-a-vis subs? i'd know by the end of the week, i think

The Glycerol Song

O Glycerol, O Glycerol, my protein is soo going to die.
O Glycerol, O Glycerol why why why?
Why can't you be less viscous, less wry?
now my supervisor is going to kill me, and i'm going to cry
i'm going to see patches of bullshit on my gelshifts, no matter how hard i try.
and nothing on my Westerns, of the correct size.
Damn you glycerol, you'll f**king shorten my life!

..... as derived from a MSN conversation with The Twin after I realized that I screwed up my cell extracts and put too little glycerol in the damned thing. Damn pipettes and the thick oily shit! . Nabey i'm getting sick of lab .

either i'm burnt out, or i'm losing it quite soon.
don't seem to be able to concentrate properly nowadays in class. when the prof talks i only see his mouth move and his body gesturing. i can hear the scrabble of pens on paper. i can hear the hiss of paper shearing on paper. what i can't hear is the prof's words.
it comes out like a slush of static and occasionally, i can vaguely make out keywords and some concepts by looking at the board, but nothing goes in. if the class laughs at some lame joke i laugh along. can't help it. its freaking herd instinct. i look at my notes and its a pile of mumbo jumbo bullshit.
in lab i can't seem to remember what i did a few minutes ago. started to question myself again and again and again, and i'm rapidly losing my zen in procedures. goddamn i thought i didn't screw up in the westerns today, but goddamn no signal at all. i think its a truncation in vivo, but how the hell am i going to convince my supervisor when my confidence is all shot and i can't think properly nowadays?
think i'm going mad

been worrying over my midterms and fussing over GRE preparations that i've forgotten i've got a blog.
been drinking too much lately; don't think its my fault too though, i've been savoring the delights of indigenous Wisconsin beer. Yes they have weird names (whoever named a beer A Spotted Cow must either have a sense of humoror are out of their minds staring at the cornfields of Northern Wisconsin, or both), and it supposedly tastes of corn, but its sibeyyyyyyyyy shiok. I might smuggle a few bottles back home, since the buggers don't ship out of Wisconsin. Perhaps the beer is the only good thing to come out of Wisconsin, admist the freaky weather lately.
You'd have temperatues above zero (Farenheit not Celsius) one weekend, and then a 6 inch accumulation the next. Even worse, you could be having pizzza at a pizza place and just before you entered the place it was nice and cool, then when you're eating your pizza outside the wind suddenly whips up and u'd have figures crazily going against the sudden snowstorm (sheesh, i dinch bring my camera). And when you're finally done, you have a 3 inch accumulation and you're cursing yourself for not wearing your boots out and now you have to crunch your way home and get your feet wet. All in the space of 30 minutes.
Come to think of it, its the same thing in summer too. It would be shimmeringly shiny at the Union in the day, with the sheer green of the midwestern foilage enveloping the place as you go about your stuff in the day. Then a tornado would come and the next morning it would be : "Eh nabey, what happen to the leaves ar, spring again mey?"
The tornado actually killed a nice old couple when the wind blew their roof off in the outskirts of Madison, and it actually sliced through downtown Madison. However, I just remembered it being a rather cool and windy night, because my ears were stuffed with my Etymotics ER-4s and I couldn't hear the howling even though I noticed leaves fluttering about in my room. I guess thats what happens when you're mugging too much. You're disconnected from life already. *shrug*
enuff about my babbling, i gotta rush off to the incredibly anal organic chem lab. cya