oh btw heheheh read this article. apparently some guy decided to sneak off a $25 pizza, inadvertently tog with the $120 (!) hot pouch pizza hut pizzas come in, when the delivery guy was well, delivering. and so by publishing this cute little article complaining about their $25 loss (i'm sure the hot pouch wasn't intended), pizza hut has also made known to all and sundry that THEIR DELIVERY BOX CAN'T BE LOCKED.

now what's that saying about penny-pinching and pound-foolish or something.. sigh.

*p.s. this blogger will not be held responsible for further losses incurred by pizza hut and other delivery services, since mentioned article was widely available at channelnewsasia.com.

to anyone who's ever asked me, "wow biological sciences huh? what do you study?", here's a short sample:

Ag receptor clustering induces Src-family kinase (p) of Tec kinase, which activates PLC-g, which cleaves PIP2 to DAG and IP3. IP3 binds Ca2+ channels in ER to increase cytosolic [CA2+]. decr in Ca2+ causes opening of channels in ER to allow extracell Ca2+ to enter. DAG, tog with incr Ca2+, activate PKC, which can induce IL-2 production. PKC also activates IkK, made up of IkKa and IkKb, to (p) IkB, which is released from NF-kB hence activating NF-kB which can then translocate across membrane to induce cell survival signals Bcl-xL and Bcl-2.
note: (p) = phosphorylate(s)

and this's just the easy stuff. it's ok, i don't think i get it either. and no, we don't do dissections.

love, as we all know, is a tricky thing.

you can never be sure whether you really love someone, or whether someone really loves you, or whether everything is just what you think it is. it is fickle, stubborn, annoying and a general pain in the arse. it gives you happiness, but also laced with jealousy, grief or plain confusion. it's difficult to pinpoint and confidently declare its presence.

however, i do know one thing- if anything, i do have one certain love. it's only been one day since he left for taiwan, and i miss him already.

take care bro. don't you dare get home in anything other than perfect condition.

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signs that the exams are far too near:

- you're reading notes almost every waking hour
- even when you're asleep, you dream that you're reading notes, or that you're supposed to be reading notes but but you aren't and you're gonna burn in hell for that
- making coffee isn't just "open 3in1 satchet and add hot water" anymore. it's now an elaborate "add 3in1 plus extra coffee powder plus maybe a little something extra" affair
- you have no problems rattling off "ethylenediaminetetraacetate" or "fructose bisphosphate aldolase" but have trouble spelling simple stuff like say, cylcli, erm, clycling, i mean cyclcing. Cycling. yes, that's it.
- after washing your hair, the drain cover looks like it has a little rug of its own.
- when you wake up in the morning, you literally stumble to the washroom because apparently information and balance are inversely related.
- as you triumphantly poise your trusty highlighter to seek out an important bit of info, the neon yellow line that emerges is so shaky you end up highlighting the line below the intended instead. note: do not attempt to underline the passage with a pen in an effort to save $; you will invariably end up crossing OUT the important bits instead.
- friends and family members wait patiently by as you struggle to recall what you wanted to tell them 2 seconds ago.

went to moonfish at millenia walk to celebrate marcus's bday on sat. they ordered escargot, i gawked. i gawked in horror when i noticed the snail's feelers sticking out. i squirmed when they ate it anyway, feelers and all. i am so not eating escargot, ever.

candles blazing rather well, no?

good friends are like good underwear- a small investment, but they stay snug and close. good support too! ;) please note the expression on his face. think he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

the happy boy with his loot. btw no i don't get the combined significance of banana nut crunch and underwear, if there's supposed to be one..

for the customary mensa sabo, we got the birthday boy to dig thru a box of flour to pick out 21 jelly cubes.. sounds easy? you go try. hm maybe we should play this again on his 60th birthday.. should be lotsa fun =P

finally done. happy 21st!

further proof that the god of public transport hates me:

decided to pop back hall on monday morning to pick up some notes. walk to potong pasir train station- wow! only need to wait 3 min. reach outram park- train arriving in 1 min. walk towards 179 at interchange, spot bus already there. refuse to run for it, but manage to make it in time anyway. am beaming to myself for finally evading the curse when the bloody bus doors refuse to close. jammed or something. bus driver gets out of vehicle and leaves us standing like idiots inside a driverless bus for almost 20 bloody minutes, wondering whether he went to get help or is sitting snug and cosy in his office sniggering with said god, seeing how long we'd stay in there. in meantime, TWO other 179s leave before us. was exceeding close to raising my hand and admitting to everyone, "yes it's me, sorry for inconveniencing all of you, i'll leave now."

hm sorry abt the recent posts, realised they've all been bitch-fests.. oh well. yep there's nothing quite like laying an expletive-ridden red carpet for your grand entrance into frustrationville, which is located just a stone's throw away from la maison de pisse.

let's not beat around the long-suffering bush. i think people go into relationships pretty much like they shop. everyone has a different style of shopping, and they could end up with different things. or they could end up with the same thing, but their view on the resulting purchase is different. examples of the varying methods:

1. wait for the sale. you don't urgently need anything at the moment, and can live perfectly well w/o it. but if anything that catches your eye conveniently pops up and is a bargain to boot, well and good.
2. declare you only want one thing, and go right for the kill. ignore the price, the time spent hunting it down, whether it even suits you; all you know is that you want it, and you want it bad.
3. have something in mind, but haven't quite identified it yet. you'll know it when you spot it, though the possibility that you might never find quite the exact picture you had is all too high.
4. go window shopping. you don't want anything at all, but you do love to try them on just for fun.
5. know you want something, and that it would be perfect for you, but stop short of buying it because (a) it's expensive, (b) you already have something like it, or (c) you don't know if it'll ultimately be a bad choice, which would be a very expensive mistake [see (a)]

et moi? i have a very bad habit. i tend to spot something i like, but restrain myself from buying it because i am el cheapo personified. i hang around for ages contemplating the choice, trying to convince myself that i don't need it and that it looks bad on me anyway. if i finally do decide to make my purchase, it's usually gone by then. or sometimes if i'm really lucky, i get the last piece available. it's happened before, and it's gonna happen again and again and again, till the bloody cows come home and announce that elvis is still alive.

to whom it may concern, particularly the god of public transport:

you. *points accusatory finger at camera hidden in lamp post by the bushes* i know you've been watching. i've been watching you watching me all this while. you think i don't know how you snigger when i miss the bus/train/bloody space shuttle again? it's -------- tiring seeing my life pass by me at the bus stop/train station. entire lifetimes whiz by me while i wait patiently by. evolution spins dizzyingly past. you stop it, now. i am -------- tired of having all the other 10 thousand buses available at that particular bus stop arrive twice, even those that have travelled to china and back, before MY -------- bus arrives. -------- -------- -------- --------------------. oh i know you do it to me alllll the time just so you can have a laugh, so you can monitor my heart rate and bp and so you know just when to have my bus trudge innocently up, just before i have a fit/ storm off in a cab. what did i ever do to you? why is it whenever i approach a station, whatever -------- thing is departing then, that's what i was supposed to board? wtf?!

-------- (insert expletive of choice)