I can't believe how busy I was these three days. I have ran three sets of experiments. Two of them were the same, the second the repeat of the first, and today I ran a different experiment. I have been exposing Staphylococcus aureus, E. coli, Staphylococcus xylosus and Streptococcus uberis to ozone gas under a funnel. I had a lot of success in inhibiting bacterial growth using ozone gas previously, but all the experiments have been set up in a box. However, I have been running experiments in a funnel that can cover the whole petri dish now. This funnel is connected directly to the ozone generator, and the results are even better. I am so happy that nearly all the bacteria are killed by my experiment. Hopefully, I won't have to do any more experiments next week. I am feeling very smug and happy right now. Just keep my fingers crossed that my boss won't demand me to do more. I don't hate my experiments, it's just that if I don't finish them now, I won't have enough time to write up my thesis.
I went to see Purple Skirt's BCGD degree show, Revolution. It is very cool! Her project is about three poems, with very cool music and graphic. I love particularly the interactive supermarket part! You can drag the fish and the tomato across to reveal the poems. She also made the chairs and the background board for her display, spent a lot of time to print everything out. Wish her all the very best, and good luck for her career.
Dad is not feeling so well right now. Things at home seems to be cooling down a bit, but it is still not the same as before. I guess when everything settle down, dad will feel much better.
I have been watching The Secret of Business (I think this name is more appropriate than The Way of Business, since The Secret of Business if the literary translation, and The Way of Business is the word translation, which is not really accurate). We are up to Disc 6 right now, still eleven discs to go. It will take more than a week to finish.
The weather is extremely well now. The roses are blooming like mad again, and I have cut some from our tree and put them into my vase in my room. They smell so nice!
Just hope Dark Angel's assignments are not giving him too much headache. Good luck to Dark Angel. I would like to say happy birthday to Diamond Storm and Orchidgirl. Also, I would like to wish all the people who are fasting for Ramadan luck. It is not easy to go on fasting. I can't give up eating...that's probabaly why I am feeling so fat at the moment.
10/28/2005
10/25/2005
Labour weekend
The beginning of the long Labour weekend seems to be almost a lifetime away because I have not been blogging since Friday. I better sit down and type up everything that's happened, for my own sake.
Friday evening I left mum and dad, who wanted to watch the Way of Business with me, and drove up to university to listen to my friend's composition in Lilburn Trust Composition competition in Academy of Performing Arts. All the songs were new out of the composer's brains. Some were re-arranged, some carry the distinct mark of modern style. Sounds that were so out there that I didn't get were showcased in front of the audience. I am always up to try new things, and not afraid to say they were really refreshing. There was this piece performed by three people singing/talking at the same time. Lest we forget, the piece Dark Angel and his friends performed, was about the tsunami that hit Indonesia and India. The calm before the earthquake, the peaceful surrounding on the blue ocean before the tsunami comes onto the shore, was very beautiful and unsettling. The attack of the ruthless water to the structure and people too weak to withstand the wave was scary and strong. The piece was moving, beautiful, and horrible at the same time because it reminded me of the disaster. Milky way pianist composed a song for four cellos. It sounded like four cello fighting one another. However, later I encountered him and asked what he meant. He told me in no uncertain terms that he didn't want it to sound like a war. We, as mere amateur, should kept our judgement to ourselves, but I felt a bit hurt when he snapped at me. I guess blogging and venting my feelings now is a healing process. Haha. It's not that serious. I can think what I want to think about his music, and he can't do anything about it. He should not dictate what I think.
The evening goes downhill from there. I tried to talk to Dark Angel, and still couldn't say what I wanted to say. I let the opportunity slip away again, regretting the minute when he left the concert. I knew that I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. What should I do? I kept asking myself this question.
Saturday morning proved to be better. The weather was better because Friday evening the clouds were all rained out. We were left with sunny weather. I waited for Fuzzy to get up and we caught Pride and Prejuidice on the big screen. This was the familiar story of Lizzy Bennett, a headstrong girl who is not afraid to say what she means to guys who is rich and powerful. The story of handsome heartthorb Mr. Darcy, a shy guy who can't say what he meant, a pround man. I love the rain scene when he encountered Elizabeth and they argued. It was...so beautiful and fiery. I thought he was going to kiss her when he was close to her face, but no, he was hurt. Love that part when he came in carrying the letter (in the mirror), and left her to contemplate the consequences herself.
Now I know why this love story will never die. You have the rich/poor class difference even at this day and age. You have to proud guy/girl who look down on the lower social class in the classroom of high school, or in the new movie "Maid in Manhattan", where a hotel cleaner meets a politian and fell in love. You have the guy who practice in front of their friend before they propose (this is repeated in countless movies). You have the strong girl (in Ten Things I hate about you, and many more). Audience and readers encounter similar circumstances as well. Too afraid to say what's on your mind. Waiting in agony. Regreting about what you have done, or shouldn't have done. We have all done these things in our life so that's what made Pride and Prejuidice such a good story because it is so close to our life.
The weather persists. We take walk after dinner to see what is happening around our living area. The footpath have been resealed, but the job was half done. The "new" footpath is not flat at all, it is now very patchy and not flat at all. I have already fell on it before Friday! Maybe I should claim money from ACC because they have not done their job properly.
There are so many new flowers in the gardens. Chrysanthemum, pansy, roses, and unknown flowers are competing for attention of the sun. We enjoy their view and talk about the things that's happening.
Swimming on Sunday with my new friend from Dark Angel's class. Tried to do her homework without much success. In fact, I think I will definitely fail music if I take the paper. I bought KFC for lunch and went home. We watched The Way of Business again on Sunday eve. I abandoned The Lord of the Rings: The fellowship of the rings because I had seen it at least twice. The Way of Business was great as usual.
Feeling very tired on Monday morning, I managed to do some gardening with mum and dad. I cut some grass beside lemon tree and the derelict car. Dad finished up for me and I sweeped the ground for cut grass.
The three of them stayed home. I went shopping with my classmate. Finally! I had the chance to catch up with her. So happy. Didn't buy much because really didn't want to buy anything. I bought two tops in the end, not wanting to waste petrol on driving north to Chartwell Square.
I should really bought something for mum. She came and checked out what I bought. Must have felt really bored talking to dad and his friends...? I don't know, just a guess.
I can't believe that we didn't go out and leave Hamilton this long weekend. We have't been away for so long. I guess we will plan a trip some time in the future.
I will have to tell Dark Angel this week, or whenever I see him next. I wish it is not next year when I next see him. However, I don't know what will happen now. I just wish...this will turn out to be an adventure with good ending.
Friday evening I left mum and dad, who wanted to watch the Way of Business with me, and drove up to university to listen to my friend's composition in Lilburn Trust Composition competition in Academy of Performing Arts. All the songs were new out of the composer's brains. Some were re-arranged, some carry the distinct mark of modern style. Sounds that were so out there that I didn't get were showcased in front of the audience. I am always up to try new things, and not afraid to say they were really refreshing. There was this piece performed by three people singing/talking at the same time. Lest we forget, the piece Dark Angel and his friends performed, was about the tsunami that hit Indonesia and India. The calm before the earthquake, the peaceful surrounding on the blue ocean before the tsunami comes onto the shore, was very beautiful and unsettling. The attack of the ruthless water to the structure and people too weak to withstand the wave was scary and strong. The piece was moving, beautiful, and horrible at the same time because it reminded me of the disaster. Milky way pianist composed a song for four cellos. It sounded like four cello fighting one another. However, later I encountered him and asked what he meant. He told me in no uncertain terms that he didn't want it to sound like a war. We, as mere amateur, should kept our judgement to ourselves, but I felt a bit hurt when he snapped at me. I guess blogging and venting my feelings now is a healing process. Haha. It's not that serious. I can think what I want to think about his music, and he can't do anything about it. He should not dictate what I think.
The evening goes downhill from there. I tried to talk to Dark Angel, and still couldn't say what I wanted to say. I let the opportunity slip away again, regretting the minute when he left the concert. I knew that I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. What should I do? I kept asking myself this question.
Saturday morning proved to be better. The weather was better because Friday evening the clouds were all rained out. We were left with sunny weather. I waited for Fuzzy to get up and we caught Pride and Prejuidice on the big screen. This was the familiar story of Lizzy Bennett, a headstrong girl who is not afraid to say what she means to guys who is rich and powerful. The story of handsome heartthorb Mr. Darcy, a shy guy who can't say what he meant, a pround man. I love the rain scene when he encountered Elizabeth and they argued. It was...so beautiful and fiery. I thought he was going to kiss her when he was close to her face, but no, he was hurt. Love that part when he came in carrying the letter (in the mirror), and left her to contemplate the consequences herself.
Now I know why this love story will never die. You have the rich/poor class difference even at this day and age. You have to proud guy/girl who look down on the lower social class in the classroom of high school, or in the new movie "Maid in Manhattan", where a hotel cleaner meets a politian and fell in love. You have the guy who practice in front of their friend before they propose (this is repeated in countless movies). You have the strong girl (in Ten Things I hate about you, and many more). Audience and readers encounter similar circumstances as well. Too afraid to say what's on your mind. Waiting in agony. Regreting about what you have done, or shouldn't have done. We have all done these things in our life so that's what made Pride and Prejuidice such a good story because it is so close to our life.
The weather persists. We take walk after dinner to see what is happening around our living area. The footpath have been resealed, but the job was half done. The "new" footpath is not flat at all, it is now very patchy and not flat at all. I have already fell on it before Friday! Maybe I should claim money from ACC because they have not done their job properly.
There are so many new flowers in the gardens. Chrysanthemum, pansy, roses, and unknown flowers are competing for attention of the sun. We enjoy their view and talk about the things that's happening.
Swimming on Sunday with my new friend from Dark Angel's class. Tried to do her homework without much success. In fact, I think I will definitely fail music if I take the paper. I bought KFC for lunch and went home. We watched The Way of Business again on Sunday eve. I abandoned The Lord of the Rings: The fellowship of the rings because I had seen it at least twice. The Way of Business was great as usual.
Feeling very tired on Monday morning, I managed to do some gardening with mum and dad. I cut some grass beside lemon tree and the derelict car. Dad finished up for me and I sweeped the ground for cut grass.
The three of them stayed home. I went shopping with my classmate. Finally! I had the chance to catch up with her. So happy. Didn't buy much because really didn't want to buy anything. I bought two tops in the end, not wanting to waste petrol on driving north to Chartwell Square.
I should really bought something for mum. She came and checked out what I bought. Must have felt really bored talking to dad and his friends...? I don't know, just a guess.
I can't believe that we didn't go out and leave Hamilton this long weekend. We have't been away for so long. I guess we will plan a trip some time in the future.
I will have to tell Dark Angel this week, or whenever I see him next. I wish it is not next year when I next see him. However, I don't know what will happen now. I just wish...this will turn out to be an adventure with good ending.
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