The flu has finally caught up with me in this autumn weather. I feel absolutely miserable, and feel the need to whine on this blog. It's my blog, afterall. I can just complain a little about my ailment this Easter because I should be healthy so I can relax after weeks of hard work and not feeling terrible like this.
However, something made me really happy on Thursday before work is out. I asked my workmate, Miel, to buy beer from his mates, who work in Lion Nathan brewery. He got me 8 cases, and sent these cases of beer to my dear Erik, who is turning 21 this weekend. In fact, his 21st party is tonight. I am hoping that it will only rain in Hamilton, not in Whangarei, so he can enjoy the balmy weather up north and be one year older. He smiled just before he rode away on his bike. So nice! He was staring at me in afternoon tea. I just couldn't bring the subject of sending him a birthday gift up in front of Kelly. I am just shy.
I am sure that he will be very drunk tonight, and can only hope that he will not be sleeping with other girls. If he is, then I will just have to not ask him on Tuesday at work and pretend it didn't happen. Although it will bug me from today till Monday. Why don't I have faith in him? Maybe, just maybe he likes me, too, and will not go sleeping with other girls...I am not sure about that. However, I am sure that his mother will cook him nice food and not let anything get out of hand. Then she will nurse him back to his health after tonight's heavy drinking. Why am I worried, anyway? Just have a good time. It's his birthday, and I have sent him beer to make him happy, and to make his family and friends happy. Who cares how they will feel afterwards? That's beyond my control, anyway. I doubt anyone will send him this kind of considerate gift, and if anyone does, then she will get it! I swear. In fact, I would be happy to hear the details of folly he will get up to today on Tuesday. Throwing up, falling down the stairs/pool, jumping up and down, singing loudly and out of tune, or simply lying down and not able to move at all will all be quite hilarious to me. I want to know about that kind of stuff and not worried about other things at the moment.
We have been watching Sex and the City episodes lately. They are really funny and witty, some give good relationship advices, and bad examples about what NOT to do. The rocking baby crib is a great idea, and have some fundation. There are two expectant mothers leaving to give birth at work this week. I told one of them about the rocking crib, and she seems to be happy about the advice. Of course, I have to work on getting a man first, then think about marriage or having a baby later.
Experiments are not going so well this week, but after discussing the results with my boss, he reckons that I need to go back to the beginning and check the RNA. If RNA is degraded, there will be no RNA to reverse transcribe, and PCR will fail, too. The result that I am getting is indicating this, and I will learn how to make a RNA gel next week from someone who is not too busy. There's something else to look forward to (maybe). I may be going to Medical School in University of Auckland to learn about Biacore X100 machines on 20 April. It's exciting! I have never been to a seminar there. It will be an adventure just to drive to Auckland and find a parking space. It will be impossible to find a parking space there, so I may have to take Intercity bus and change to a bus that goes to university or walk there. Good grief! Going into the big city is very troublesome, especially that city I hate. Is it worth it, though? I hope the seminar is helpful to people who wants to use the machine.
I have been walking around despite the illness. It's slowly going away now, thanks to my young immune system. I am resting up and drinking lots of fluid, but still have lots of phlem.
Have you noticed my doll? Of course, I don't look like that! It's just an artistic impression. It's beautiful, isn't it? I will kill for that kind of look.
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