Donut Factory. 1.5hrs of queuing. happy people arnd me
Steak from buckaroo. Meat. Happy
Spiderman 3 poster from pop corn . Sleeping beside it. Happy.Bullshit.. utter bullshit...
Somehow. after some turn of events. I'm depressed. I have this weird urge again. To seek what i find comfort in. Something i have no done for sometime. Drink. Until i cannot recognise my surroundings. Just drown myself from the emotions. I'm sure now. I'm still not over her.

Thanks to fred, once again.. i had a table from the first day (next to the printer), then upgraded to my own table with dust bin and own locked cabinet(no key). hahaha.. but yeah.. not many pep had their own table. and yeah.. i'm happy with what i have. located next to the door, i witness the bottle of agar explode with glass flying everywhere and yeah.. this kinda thing stays in ur head. so yeah.. peps in lifescience.. it doesnt take much to unscrew that freaggin bottle.
My life was simple. Confocal sessions, Plasmid cloning. PCR and and DNA extraction. Confocal was how i was earning the money.. but i side lined and failed at all those. My bench skills suck. i know that. but yeah.. it was a great learning opportunity and i got taught well by mathieu. he showed me that a scientist is called one not beacuse they dress weird or have super thick specs. Its all in the head. Its how u do stuff and how u look at the world. but yeah. i will remember his advice. ORGANISE my stuff for a long term benefit. down to ticking the PCR reagents i added. and the files that i have stored in places.