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Friday, July 28, 2006

today was pretty okay. life science was okay today. surprisingly. can you believe it?

in the morning we had to make use of bioinformatics to solve a murder case, and come to think of it now, it doesn't make much sense. because how did Prof Dee expect himself to be killed in the first place? i mean, he was the one who provided all that genetic sequence to his assistants in the first place.

then, it was time for justina. yeah, initially known as mr. justin, his name has undergone some changes from justin to gay voice justin to justina. and i tried imitating his voice at the start of the lesson, but it just got tiring after a while. so i gave up since i cannot pronounce 'plessing' as well as he does. and he was pretty funny today, but kaiyun and i were funnier, so we sort of pissed him off and he chased us out of the bio lab.

oh well, i hope he's pissed, i really hope he cannot stand me. because i need to get back at him for insulting me yesterday. yes, i haven't gotten over it, and i'm not going to get over it. he totally implied that my mind is screwed yesterday, while he tried to show us that he was psychic. still, i don't believe him. his face tells me he's a cheat. and he bitched about his colleague to us. anyhow, i'm just pissed that i got insulted when i think i'm incredible enough to tolerate his voice for four days. and tomorrow would be the fifth.

question of the day:
who counted the number of eggs in a female baby?

training was okay. but i was very very pissed off at somebody.

i promise that the next post will be a photo post! i need to post the highly anticipated beatty pics up my blog soon. i know beatty cannot wait, even though she keeps begging me not to post them up my blog.

and yeah, tomorrow we'll have some farewell thing for the hongkong students. which means byebye winifred. i think i'll write a nice long letter to her, since she's been so sweet and all. and i think i'm going to see her off on sunday, that is if i can get the details. sigh, i'll miss her.

heaven on earth
12:09 am