Friday, August 05, 2005
its been two months ago since i plodded on a 747 back to singapore.
unfortunately, i've been moaning about stuff here for most of the time. its just plain skewed though, because i've had quite a nice time. What wouldn't be nice if one just needs to work instead of working and mugging at the same time? Plus there were quite a number of hot chix on my floor (not my lab).
Too bad I'm leaving on Monday.
However, I'm starting to miss Greenbush donuts and the not-so-expensive-and-infinitely-better-beer over there. Too much of that weak shit Erdinger can cause me liver cirrhosis, because i keep thinking its water and i keep chugging down more of it. Give me back my Spaten anytime. Save my liver!
While this holiday has ostensibly refreshed me, my writing skills have gone to the pits. Which explains why i'm still worrying about the GRE writing section. If the marker was a sharpish guy, he would have discovered that my arguments were so flimsy they couldn't even be used to wipe an ass. And then it would what it would be : in pieces and full of shit.
And so i welcome the 25 hour ass breaking journey back to the monastery that is Madison. Where i trade the hot weather, good food and hot chix for cows, cows cows and more cows. Soon I'd be mooing about my heavy workload, failed lab experiments and what not.
What a nice tradeoff!. What a Faustian deal that is , eh.
unfortunately, i've been moaning about stuff here for most of the time. its just plain skewed though, because i've had quite a nice time. What wouldn't be nice if one just needs to work instead of working and mugging at the same time? Plus there were quite a number of hot chix on my floor (not my lab).
Too bad I'm leaving on Monday.
However, I'm starting to miss Greenbush donuts and the not-so-expensive-and-infinitely-better-beer over there. Too much of that weak shit Erdinger can cause me liver cirrhosis, because i keep thinking its water and i keep chugging down more of it. Give me back my Spaten anytime. Save my liver!
While this holiday has ostensibly refreshed me, my writing skills have gone to the pits. Which explains why i'm still worrying about the GRE writing section. If the marker was a sharpish guy, he would have discovered that my arguments were so flimsy they couldn't even be used to wipe an ass. And then it would what it would be : in pieces and full of shit.
And so i welcome the 25 hour ass breaking journey back to the monastery that is Madison. Where i trade the hot weather, good food and hot chix for cows, cows cows and more cows. Soon I'd be mooing about my heavy workload, failed lab experiments and what not.
What a nice tradeoff!. What a Faustian deal that is , eh.
