Come away with me

I think the 'best thing' so far, my roommate left with me, is a small, really small mp3 player.She was too lazy to pack it with her luggage and therefore I owned it just for this summer. Mine was long deceased, after I made a decision to reformat the hard disk. Guess some internal driver programme was destroyed during the reformatting process.

The morning started with Salyu's 風に乗る船, like fresh wind blowing in the face, and later Karen Mok, Norah Jones. It was the same funny playing list during my 20 minutes walk to the lab. By the time I reached the middle of campus, it was always SNoW's song 'Yes', singing "It snows somewhere else but never this part of the world." and by the time I hit the front door of Best building, I had to pause somewhere in Love Psychedelico's 裸の王様.

Beep! (work started)

"Hi"s and 'Good mornings" to everyone who's already started work in the lab. It was a friendly and joyous environment and the prof's seldom around. When he speaks to you, he's always high, happy, and excited. When you speak to him, he always frowns and looks troubled. Funny old man, who has a distinctive walking posture I wouldn't really elaborate.

Sherry lamented. "Say on a winter evening, 9 o'clock alone in the lab. You're waiting for the gel to run, while outside it snows, and ah..."

"How pathetic." I finished it off for her. We laughed and I left for my physiology class, hoping I wouldn't doze off again.

Eight o'clock. Class ended. I walked back home, still skeptical about the theory that 'Women who have high level of hormones are prettier.' Then Norah Jones' "Come away with me" started to play. How intoxicating. At the end of a long,tiring but blissful day.

The Beginning

Tired. Dozed off a bit during physiology, while the lecturer was explaining central nervous system. Saw a funny slide popping up. It was a game, he said, and the game was called 'finding the red dot'. I should've known better it's a typical 'look close until something jumps at you' kind of game. The red dot we were trying to find got smaller and smaller, until 'Clicky!' Some girls screamed. I was forced awake, for 5 seconds. It was a ghostly rotting face which should make guest appearance in 'Silent Hills' instead of a physiology lecture proper. The lecturer apologized, saying it was a demonstration of authoratative reflex. For example, jumping, sweating, screaming. Lame man. Lame.

Atropine, a toxin from nightshade, traced its history of misuse back to Renaissance, Italy. Dumb women dipped atropine into their eyes to create a 'Doe-eyed beauty' effect, aka. massive pupil dilation that makes them look dumb and makes men go 'Oh, lovely harmless birdies!'. You know what happens when your pupils dilate? You can't tell an apple from a pair. And sure you can't tell an ugly 80 year old faggot from another frivolous youth. Ah, women women...

Lab work starts tomorrow. The beginning of a long journey zhu!

Tears in heaven

No I'm not doing a music review... The song played a while ago, while I was reading mind boggling stuff on Microfluidics. I was distracted by his sorrowful voice. It's a song dedicated to his dead son. "I don't belong, here in heaven."

Once a friend remarked, everybody thinks 'Tears in heaven' is Clapton's true style, while in fact it isn't. It just happens to be an overly applauded song. He's rock and blues to the soul. I don't care much about the technical correctness in categorisation. This's one song that etches Clapton in my memory. O if you happen to watch him playing live, pay attention to his feet while he sits down drumming his guitar. Every two beats or so, his left foot would jerk outward in an almost spasmodic reflex. I just can't help laughing about it.

Mundane daily happenings: Bought a hand broom (finally! bravo zhu!), relunctanly got down on my knees and cleaned the dust speckled floor. Recently (after a short trial and error period), I love lugging my laptop to bed, reading stuff off the net while music plays in the background. Ah, my cosy lifestyle. I'm waiting for a biochemistry prof to reply my email but it seems he's a bit 'stone age' and is 'reputed' to be slow in responding emails. That puts me in an awkard situation because there's an informal interview tomorrow with an engineering prof who's just about to start a project on a frontier technology called 'Microfluidics'. Despite how interesting the jargon sounds, I still wish I could develop some solid skills in biochemistry lab. I'm going to call Mr. Stone Age tomorrow morning and if he's not around or if he says no, I'm going for biotech frontier. Just bloody reply me!

King of the Road

King of the Road

- as used in Brokeback Mountain

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...bangor, maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes,
I don’t pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain’t locked
When no one’s around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Happy B-day lol!