Just as I was about to leave for work today, I received an SMS from my mentor, Celeste, informing me that work starts at 10am today! I checked to see if it was the 1st of April, then thanked my soggy cereal for holding me up.

So I now have about an hour to spare :)

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There are about two weeks of work left, and I'm getting anxious because there is a presentation to prepare for and my results aren't exactly the most pretty. In fact we've been facing a brick wall lately; our modified surfactant fares worse than the original substance. But given the general time frame for R&D, Celeste has perhaps a couple of years to tinker around, and there is no need for me to be too concerned besides coughing up about 8 slides worth of findings and results.

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Fatty made a rather brash decision a few days ago and things got really ugly for a while. I have to admit that I played a significant role, so apart from labeling his actions as hurried, I will reserve judgment. A grey cloud of guilt hung over my head as we did a post mortem, and at that point the ramifications seemed to be too many and too great for us to handle. Ultimately we both decided that Fatty had to make some amends, he duly did so and the reception has not been discouraging. With this I let out a huge phew.

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I love having a kitchen of my own. Yesterday was Staff Retreat day at IBN, ie a wonderful day off! I fancied myself as the female version of Jamie Oliver as I toiled to prepare the mash potatoes and honey garlic pork. Of course I fished for compliments, but even without them I knew that the food was awesome :D I now have an almost religious faith in online recipes.

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A little snippet to remind you of home, which is where I will be in about 2 weeks!

+ Just a little more everyday.

6 million hits on Youtube and I chanced upon it only today.



I love the part where she descends steps made of pillows, and when the red scarf catches her neck.

Even the lyrics are poetic.

"She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up"

Some days I really do feel like I fight for my life, sans the coat of course - the weather is unbearable.

Beautiful beautiful beautiful.

I am Little Miss Fussy. But everything is settled and in place for the time being. (Not) Till the next one :P

It's not that important. I'm making too big a fuss of it.

Possibly a zillion titles
But that book had to be picked
Its glossy jacket inviting
The synopsis hinted: sweet
A riveting story, no doubt
With surprising twists and turns
The undulating path wearying
A pause, please, freeze! she yearns
The reader sinks into the plot
...How deep into the thicket is unknown
Not 'til the chapter where time is of essence
That the book seemed to be on loan
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There is no due date
The book is rightfully hers

Just witnessed the bird, which has a nest tucked in the wall shelves along the corridor, vomit. Gooey white stuff with the right amount of greenish solids to make you thank your lucky stars you did not cross path with its downward trajectory. We've been sharing the same floor ever since I stayed here, and the bird has never created this negative externality.

Birdie, that just ain't cool. But maybe it's a pregger birdie, in which case I'm glad I'm moving out soon. Hang in there, little ones. Don't hatch until after I've left.