Tuesday, May 31, 2005
after spending about a whole month getting my daily illicit dose of UV and gamma radiation, i'm finally done with my project here. as a reward, i'm going home!
erm, to do another project and get my daily dose of UV and gamma radiation.
well at least i don't need to twiddle my thumbs and stare at the four walls wondering what overpriced shit i'm going to eat for dinner. Madison, for all her merits, is a fucking boring place in the summer; though i must say, the chix tend to dress less and hence expose more over here. however, since its only the start of the summer season, the winter pallor (naobu, the spelling correct not har.) hasn't completely been wiped out, and one tends to see pukeworthy stuff. imagine a extremely fat hen waddling its way to the slaughterhouse. now imagine it being dressed in hot pants and some halter thingy barely concealing its droopy..er, ne'mine. u get the idea. one just hopes for the sun to come out more often just to roast these bloody moo moos.
well, being a desperate bastard i am, hopefully, just hopefully, i might meet some chix over at attachment. unfortunately its going to be very er, probabilistic, as remote as finding a two headed di.....er, ne'mine... according to those already working there (ie, my forward observation recon kias)
am lugging 8 lbs of prime wisconsin cheese back. have a feeling the stuff will end up sitting at the back of the fridge ripening and turning mouldy, so if anyone wants prime wisc-y cheese, tell me! i'd happily throw a bit of the stuff at yer. oh, and a pound and a half of sauerkraut too, though i must say, it goes well with porridge. which reminds me, stirfried bratwursts go really well with rice, especially the zhup after you fry 'em. talk about fusion cuisine dah. fuck those expensive restaurants man. just make sauerkraut with porridge and brats with rice, and you're on the path to world culinary domination! of course, you'd be saving loads of moolah as well, especially since wisconsinites eat bratwursts like jenna jameson eating di.....er,ne'mine.. the point is, you can get a $10 box of 12 huge bratwursts and one is enough for one meal. that was actually how i managed to survive summer a year ago. talk about how time flies.
won't be bringing any beer back, because if i were to stuff two more bottles of the stuff chances are the bag will break, or i'd just chug them down in transit. that my friends, is how much i love wisconsin beer. or hell, Spaten and Paulaner in general. Dang, if theres something i'm going to miss when i leave this place, its New Glarus Beer (the buggers don't sell out of Wisconsin) and Greenbush Donuts. Greenbush Donuts is the reason why Krispy Kreme isn't monopolising sales or even moving to Madison. Yes, its that freaking good. Unfortunately, I can't bring any of the damned things back. Either I will eat it, or some buggers will tear my bag out and eat it for me. Its Fo sho ma niggas!
Anyway, Wind just passed me a musical baton. Since its not edible, nor is it infectious, i don't think i will pass the baton to anyone, not that there is anyone to pass in the first place. The thing is, I don't have no decent MP3 collection on my lappy, because I ain't got no time to burn the stuff in the first place. So everything is in CDs. Anyway, most of the music I listen to is classical stuff and for some reason WMP tends to display the wrong information all the time, and its freakin' tedious to change the title to the correct one...
so well, back to my packing then.
erm, to do another project and get my daily dose of UV and gamma radiation.
well at least i don't need to twiddle my thumbs and stare at the four walls wondering what overpriced shit i'm going to eat for dinner. Madison, for all her merits, is a fucking boring place in the summer; though i must say, the chix tend to dress less and hence expose more over here. however, since its only the start of the summer season, the winter pallor (naobu, the spelling correct not har.) hasn't completely been wiped out, and one tends to see pukeworthy stuff. imagine a extremely fat hen waddling its way to the slaughterhouse. now imagine it being dressed in hot pants and some halter thingy barely concealing its droopy..er, ne'mine. u get the idea. one just hopes for the sun to come out more often just to roast these bloody moo moos.
well, being a desperate bastard i am, hopefully, just hopefully, i might meet some chix over at attachment. unfortunately its going to be very er, probabilistic, as remote as finding a two headed di.....er, ne'mine... according to those already working there (ie, my forward observation recon kias)
am lugging 8 lbs of prime wisconsin cheese back. have a feeling the stuff will end up sitting at the back of the fridge ripening and turning mouldy, so if anyone wants prime wisc-y cheese, tell me! i'd happily throw a bit of the stuff at yer. oh, and a pound and a half of sauerkraut too, though i must say, it goes well with porridge. which reminds me, stirfried bratwursts go really well with rice, especially the zhup after you fry 'em. talk about fusion cuisine dah. fuck those expensive restaurants man. just make sauerkraut with porridge and brats with rice, and you're on the path to world culinary domination! of course, you'd be saving loads of moolah as well, especially since wisconsinites eat bratwursts like jenna jameson eating di.....er,ne'mine.. the point is, you can get a $10 box of 12 huge bratwursts and one is enough for one meal. that was actually how i managed to survive summer a year ago. talk about how time flies.
won't be bringing any beer back, because if i were to stuff two more bottles of the stuff chances are the bag will break, or i'd just chug them down in transit. that my friends, is how much i love wisconsin beer. or hell, Spaten and Paulaner in general. Dang, if theres something i'm going to miss when i leave this place, its New Glarus Beer (the buggers don't sell out of Wisconsin) and Greenbush Donuts. Greenbush Donuts is the reason why Krispy Kreme isn't monopolising sales or even moving to Madison. Yes, its that freaking good. Unfortunately, I can't bring any of the damned things back. Either I will eat it, or some buggers will tear my bag out and eat it for me. Its Fo sho ma niggas!
Anyway, Wind just passed me a musical baton. Since its not edible, nor is it infectious, i don't think i will pass the baton to anyone, not that there is anyone to pass in the first place. The thing is, I don't have no decent MP3 collection on my lappy, because I ain't got no time to burn the stuff in the first place. So everything is in CDs. Anyway, most of the music I listen to is classical stuff and for some reason WMP tends to display the wrong information all the time, and its freakin' tedious to change the title to the correct one...
so well, back to my packing then.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
To the certain lady who questioned the, as a certain commentator of the WWE puts it, testicular fortitude of males everywhere:
shut the fuck up bitch. While I readily admit that I'm a wimpy bastard whiner (and a champion one at that. ask the Evil Twin and my eating kakis) , and I wholeheartedly agree with PY's comments (whom i like very much. the guy walks the talk regardless of his sometimes infuriating habit of excessive verbal overkill), I don't particularly enjoy your efforts at trying to angkat bolah the senior management.
you can explain away all your verbal gaffes and gamesmanship to the press you clumsy cow, but the fact remains so: the intention to angkat bolah is still there and nothing can change it.
Go back to being a Dance I/C in HCJC will you? You're better off as a show pony than anything else.
(k. rant over. back to my favorite pasttime: whining)
shut the fuck up bitch. While I readily admit that I'm a wimpy bastard whiner (and a champion one at that. ask the Evil Twin and my eating kakis) , and I wholeheartedly agree with PY's comments (whom i like very much. the guy walks the talk regardless of his sometimes infuriating habit of excessive verbal overkill), I don't particularly enjoy your efforts at trying to angkat bolah the senior management.
you can explain away all your verbal gaffes and gamesmanship to the press you clumsy cow, but the fact remains so: the intention to angkat bolah is still there and nothing can change it.
Go back to being a Dance I/C in HCJC will you? You're better off as a show pony than anything else.
(k. rant over. back to my favorite pasttime: whining)
Friday, May 13, 2005
Bestbuy!
Just as I finished the last drudgery of a paper, I got back, and opened my fridge and found my long lost Toblerone bar! Nao hia, I totally forgot about it. And now, its Spaten Time!
*BURRRRRRP*
Just as I finished the last drudgery of a paper, I got back, and opened my fridge and found my long lost Toblerone bar! Nao hia, I totally forgot about it. And now, its Spaten Time!
*BURRRRRRP*
Sunday, May 08, 2005
i hereby take back everything i said about tea being better than coffee. Coffee seems to work better than tea at this juncture, even though i've been forced to settle for that alternative source of caffeine because my smuggled stash of Lipton tea bags just ran out on me, together with the condensed milk dammit.
One wonders, would have my mugging for neuro (the 2nd midterm i buanged) have been improved sufficiently? who cares, bring on the dopamine! My prefrontal cortex's been screaming for it since this morning!
One wonders, would have my mugging for neuro (the 2nd midterm i buanged) have been improved sufficiently? who cares, bring on the dopamine! My prefrontal cortex's been screaming for it since this morning!
its that time of the year again! life is wonderful!
i've merely got 3 actual exams to clear this time, as opposed to 6 last sem. How lucky I am! How lucky I am to end up in the same state again, with the luxury of time to stare at my notes all day long, thinking long glorious thoughts about genes, genes, more genes, and a little bit of chaperonin shit and a whole dustinload of neuro!! How freakin' lucky! I'm shitting myself already!
I simply love it when i enter the state of Total Mugging, where my very existence is defined by the sheer volume of wonderful knowledge waiting to be digested and regurgitated like a foul smelling furball, with food and water breaks for sustenance.(of course, if i die.. well, i'm dispensable.. like a piece of toilet tissue) Let my professors wonder at my ability to retain large loads of knowledge that i would have absolutely no use for in the near future (ok, this time, only one, but.. how cares? shit is shit, init!) Let them marvel at the exactitude of the bullshit they've thrown at us via the self deprecating way i throw back at them.
Gosh! I hate the greenery outside my window. It reminds one too much of home, just as Bach's Cello Suite No. 6 reminds one of love lost and passed on by. I cannot look out at the freakin' window, I cannot. Too much happiness is no good for me. Let me remain in my squalid semi-permanent virginal monasteric existence here. Here is good, for I will always be guaranteed to lose weight, slaving away at that freaking lab and eating subway everyday just like last summer (oh, how time flies. i'm old already. a year to my death thats what it is) , with Spaten Optimator as my only sin. Take me far away from home; this alien notion of home, where the heart is and where i belong, when i'm right at the beginning of that energy hill that is the finals, is so near yet so freaking far. I'm not going home. i'm staying here. for two. more. freaking. weeks. thus, let me wallow with the hedonists and their politics, their sneering condescending way of doing things. No i shall not wallow; alone I shall be, as always.
which reminds one of the question thats been beating out in a death march like an infestation in my head. Why isn't this ascetic lifestyle giving me peace? Where is peace when one needs one... like right now huh? huh?
i've merely got 3 actual exams to clear this time, as opposed to 6 last sem. How lucky I am! How lucky I am to end up in the same state again, with the luxury of time to stare at my notes all day long, thinking long glorious thoughts about genes, genes, more genes, and a little bit of chaperonin shit and a whole dustinload of neuro!! How freakin' lucky! I'm shitting myself already!
I simply love it when i enter the state of Total Mugging, where my very existence is defined by the sheer volume of wonderful knowledge waiting to be digested and regurgitated like a foul smelling furball, with food and water breaks for sustenance.(of course, if i die.. well, i'm dispensable.. like a piece of toilet tissue) Let my professors wonder at my ability to retain large loads of knowledge that i would have absolutely no use for in the near future (ok, this time, only one, but.. how cares? shit is shit, init!) Let them marvel at the exactitude of the bullshit they've thrown at us via the self deprecating way i throw back at them.
Gosh! I hate the greenery outside my window. It reminds one too much of home, just as Bach's Cello Suite No. 6 reminds one of love lost and passed on by. I cannot look out at the freakin' window, I cannot. Too much happiness is no good for me. Let me remain in my squalid semi-permanent virginal monasteric existence here. Here is good, for I will always be guaranteed to lose weight, slaving away at that freaking lab and eating subway everyday just like last summer (oh, how time flies. i'm old already. a year to my death thats what it is) , with Spaten Optimator as my only sin. Take me far away from home; this alien notion of home, where the heart is and where i belong, when i'm right at the beginning of that energy hill that is the finals, is so near yet so freaking far. I'm not going home. i'm staying here. for two. more. freaking. weeks. thus, let me wallow with the hedonists and their politics, their sneering condescending way of doing things. No i shall not wallow; alone I shall be, as always.
which reminds one of the question thats been beating out in a death march like an infestation in my head. Why isn't this ascetic lifestyle giving me peace? Where is peace when one needs one... like right now huh? huh?
