gotta catch em' all

dear daisy,
i want to be the very best, no one ever was.

i love the opening theme from the first version. i hv the vcd of the first movie with nsync singing somewhere, someday...... this is a loveable monday, and if morning indicates the day, today must be a nice day.

a good day, myra.

a song from jesse and james, my fav. team rocket.

We're the best at being the worst
At coming in last, we're always the first
Our flaws are top-drawer
We define Murphy's Law
We're the best at being the worst
We're totally immersed
And incredibly well-versed
We're the best at being. the worst

ramadhan

dear daisy,
i wish i am at home, with my parents and family. the whole lab is empty, everyone is out to somewhere that i don't bother to know. our prof. is now at the united states for a conference, so it made sense why everyone disappeared. however, i've to be at the lab till eight, which is one hour and half late from iftar.

i've pictures from previous hari hari raya attached nicely to my desk. i miss home so much. i've to study hard to make seven years worth a while.

lesson : being a nice student will never give u any credit, trust me. i wish to run away from here now.

vision from my glasses

dear daisy,
on my way home for dinner yesterday, the sun resembled a melting yolk in a frying pan, only the color was dimmed in light orange and reddish background. it was a serene and peaceful sight to endure after i spend almost ten hours straight at the lab. at most times i found that walking home is the only escape from hectic lifestyle that deals only with technical instrumentations. although sometimes there are not much work to be done, i still have to juggle with unfamiliar biological terms, which was not my field of study in undergraduate.

i'm sitting at my desk, the one that is located next to the window that face the new law building and next to 1988 olympic gymnasium. here, at the tenth floor of bioengineering building, seeing people watching people is indeed a pleasurable hobby especially when my human connectivity to the world is lacking out. at this hour there are not many people walking passing by, only few are seen walking at the road.

far to the east of my sight is the new business department building which is located next to our school's clay tennis court. the landscape are almost similar like H.I.T's and i heard that the student cafeteria on the 7th floor is awesome. somehow, today is the first day of ramadhan and i have to postpone my intention to fill my empty stomach.

talking about this fasting month, my mom who is not working today just texted me that today our family at home will have ayam percik for the iftar. she allured me with delicious ramadhan cuisine and not to mention about last night conversation about her hari raya shopping for cutleries. my mom is very fond of fork and spoon. we've countless spoons at home and some are still packed in boxes, untouch.

so, she misses me. yey...
that's great because she said that she'll just text me instead of sending me card for hari raya.

dear daisy,
this is my seventh ramadhan at overseas. i miss everything at home. i've no story to tell except my solitary life secluded in distance. thank you to everyone who send me messages, conveying prayers and wishes for this holy month. at least i feel that i'm not alone.

selamat berpuasa kawan kawan.

myra miss mama.babah.abang.kaksu.abeb.didi.iwan. (kaksu = my sister in law)

daze-ing tuesday

dear daisy,
this is not a terrible tuesday, but a lovely day. i woke up earlier than usual, thanks to my new alarm clock that rang like emergency fire drill. in the state of tranquility between my sleep and awakeness, bridget jones was the first face that i saw on the television. right ahead in front of the idiot box i had my teeth cleaned and breakfast prepared. i wasn't in a mood for frying and a'la carte menus, just a lousy plain salad with olive and grapeseed oil dressing, with no lemon and a glass of banana juice from almost darken and rotten one that had been stored for seven days in the fridge. (half of the juice is now in my tumbler, accompanying me at this so called nice, stupid playground)

last semester i always had my latte ready to sip everytime i entered the lab. but now due to extra 2.7 kgs from my sleek, bootylicious, no scratch samsung laptop and my imbalance BMI, i run at much slower rate. extra baggage caused me an extra backache and a good feeling after i removed my briefcase because by doing that i feel a little bit lighter than it was before.

i don't smoke, but my guts are telling me that i might die of lung cancer from being a second hand smoker. everyday i have to inhale those carcinogenic, thick fumes from devilishly yellow tar nicotine that swirling around the basement of bioengineering front.

oh, i'm trying to practice a good, healthy diet because i quit gym. life at the lab is irritating and annoying. part of my job is still interesting and intriguing, afterall i will finish my studies in a year and half. then i will fly, far away.. to malaysia tanah air tercinta.

muamuamua. good morning, daisy.

pulp fiction

dear daisy,
the person who accused me for ruining his experiment material is being ridiculous, with radical thought and obscene manner. he was acting like a dictator while other labmates were absence and patronizing me with common senses like i am a kid from first grade. i got blamed for everything, even when it was clear that those interns made the mistakes especially with reagen handling.

this evening i got scolded because i dried "my only experiment beaker for the week" at the hanger next to the washer. the senior told me to keep things off the hanger after washing because it would make it crowded. while he was delivering his liberated speech towards my action, i kept silence and nodded. i was nailed to the floor, with puckered smile and eyes to the ceiling. if only i had a strenght to yell back at him for being intolerance and discriminative.

"ooi, i just used one beaker and i know how to keep things by myself".

i'd love to shcmuck this bully's head off the shoulder and kick it into a bucket.
i'll save the laughter to myself. huahuahuahuahua...

what a pathetic monday dream.

by the way, later from that incidence i went for a grocer shopping at tesco, which is located fifteen minutes walk from my school. it was a nice autumn evening, but not yet turning into brownish gold. the weather was not as heated like when it was in summer.
there were a lot of people who shopping for next week's thanksgiving holiday. i've no intention to celebrate, afterall it will be ramadhan starting this thursday. the tesco offers a lot of bargains, none caught my interest. i just bought veges, milk and dressings for the fasting month preparation. this is going to be my seventh ramadhan. i miss murtabak and air kacang soya at pasar malam.

selamat berpuasa.
tak baik marah marah. hehe.. he.. hee.. i need to control my anger.

eleventh hour

a campaign to save this blue planet of ours

something on my neck, i feel bad about it

dear daisy,
what makes shakespeare and mozart so overwhelm in this city that never rocks, when half of the population doesnt read or speak english. i've been pondering the question ever since i woke up until this late, especially during my day strolling along a few roads that full of european style of coffee shops, breathing lavazza aroma that came with a package of jazz-ling feeling. the lights were always dim with golden sparkle from sleek, varnish coating of the wood flooring. day by day, korea is losing its charm and identity. she is becoming more english despite the language. there are more starbucks and coffee bean than kimbab chonguk around seoul vincinity. mcdonalds and burger king are everywhere. pieces of monet, gogh, sisley, warhol and picasso can be seen in every corner of restaurant, bookstore and gallery. it stumped me in a while to get the whole picture wheather i am residing in an english country that blend with u.s and european style.

it was a nice morning to begin, with cotton white banks of cloud with falling ray from silvery ocean blue sky. I had a banana juice and chores all done before i started my pace to the wonderful day that i became a part time "food conneseiur". it was in a while that i had nothing in my mind but to pick up something that is beyond routine. when calculating calories and energy burns became part of daily math, eating out at random can be a total suicide, especially when dealing with a surrounding that full of slender, average 26 inch waist figures.

the day before i had doughnuts with munchkins of all flavor from bavarian to blackberry, coffees to sedate my nerves and completed the three major meals of the day. it was a heaven sent sign, to this autumn when the trees will start falling its golden crispy leaves. a sign of melancholy that leads to a significant weight increase, a manic sky rocketing figure that latter might be too stubborn to shed off. it didn't matter anyway. i'm not destined to fit in the letter S. meanwhile at the bright side, i had a good breakfast, a nice afternoon meal with latte, kebab for the snack between meal and a subway's sandwiches for late dinner. right now i am stuffed with a jackpot belly and a good feel about it.

it was astounding at a certain point that food really can make someone feel good. like in the movie when harry meet sally at the famous taco bell scene where meg ryan faked her uuh uuh thing.

food is definetely inspiring, sexy and alluring.

food also can make you fat and suffer from it.

i came across an autobiography of nora ephron this evening. it is a book about a woman who enjoys her shopping spree with her bestfriend and regard prada is not just a handbag..because it's prada. (something like in the white-chick) she is the scriptwriter of my all time favorite "you've got mail" and romantic comedies. i remember reading the part where she travelled from paris to new york for shopping, a something that men wouldn't understand. it was almost a month ago, during my last visit to the bookstore. on my first encounter with the book today, i had an immense memory of paris - where i laid my lazy, gazed at the eiffel and the sky with paprika chips smear on my right hand. it was a thought of an accomplishment from my wishful thinking, almost as the same way as ephron's compassion about her prada.

dear daisy,
i love day dreaming, it opens up my window to see the world clearly and comes with a side effect from heavy terminal breakdown and frustration when the dreams are far cry to reach.

in "when harry meet sally" a girl and a guy can't never be friends because the sex will always be the subject that comes between their way. however, on the other hand - this can never be always true due to the fact of different cultural and faith believes.

"love" is the matter of the subject. a guy and a girl can't be best friends. one of them is doomed to fall in love and leave the subject unattained.

i hope a cup of cappucino will help me to soothe my thinking about it. worse, i can't sleep. i had too much sedative for the week.

i don't want to put my mistakes into an account. especially when i already met someone. i'm anticipated to start a new one, with a nice breakfast and a cool cooking hat. (only he knows what i am talking about)

it's life. and love is the universal language.
you never knows.


see you later, alligator.

battle of the rockstars

dear daisy,
if science has a rockstar, i'd vote for james d. watson who co foundedly discovered the essence letters that made life is possible in a single paper that was published in the nature which awarded him with the nobel prize. he is the enlightened punk in a crowd of boyband geeks and pop stars. his remarks are often offensive and controversial. none was taken in my case that considering himself as an atheis. he was reportedly saying that stupidity is a disease that should be cured and all women should be genetically engineered to be beautiful.







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i retract this writing to acknowledge that watson is a misogynist, chauvinist  and brute arrogant who did not recognise (although not stealing) the contribution of rosalind franklin in the finding of DNA structure.

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/jun/23/sexism-in-science-did-watson-and-crick-really-steal-rosalind-franklins-data

i apologize for condoning this misconduct in pretense to be cool. 

never be the brightest, be brilliant.

daisy,
i am always fond of food. an epicure like me spend hours in food hunting and watching food channel for the greatest pleasure of it. if only i can eat without feeling any guilty to my figure that desperately want to fit to S size. theeheehee

dear daisy,
the evidence is imminence to someone who prefer to look smart, brain-prodigy and kicking ass master among bunch of nerdy, geek people.

oh. my life. in love with food and book. and getting rejected for thousands of times.

heck with science everyone wants to prove their theories while only 5% can be taken seriously.

i'm not smart, and if given in a scale of ten i regard myself in average five. it has been a while since my last writing. i hate to rant or behave exaggerating-ly about my brain sentiment, but if i do want to react over patronizing brainy jerk - i will smack and dunk the person's head first.... u know like taylor swift's fearless - take the hand and head first..... it doesnt matter if the numskull stand two feet taller than me. i will fight you.  a smart lesson that taken from "avoid boring people" an autobiography by james d. watson. co founder of DNA.

the person who sat behind me in the lab accused me for contaminating his materials for experiment. he triple checking me with questions about my whereabouts, movements and my memory - to ensure that i dont have an amnesia. he wanted me to admit and say "i'm sorry" since i am always the person with "sorry" - o h, i'm sorry to say that i felt not guilty at all.


i've two journals to read and summarize, an immunology text book to read and experiments to handle. this entry is not about bragging my life to innocuous state of mind - this entry is to tell how i feel about today and a few days ago.

i ate a lot than yesterday and starting to put some weight due to current weather changes that produce more hurricanes than a decade ago. winds swirl in heavy, energetic thermodynamic cycles causing catastrophic consequences in some part of the world including my house - with terrible melancholy effect.

i'm fine actually. i just become a caffein addict, like always when the semester start.

today's quote thanks for syieza (from skype) who missed the autograph session with the sexist author.
avoid boring people - lesson from life that can be taken into science.