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.
10/21/2005
Desperado
Continue to watch The Art of Business, the Korean TV show on DVD. I like all the show because it showcase the Korean landscape, the rivers, the mountains, and the fields. The place looks gorgeous! I hope I can visit it sometime in the future. It looks almost as good as New Zealand! I wonder how Korea cities look like? Do they look like Taipei? Or other cities? I am sure it is very convenient and fast moving. They must work very hard to keep the countryside clean and green! We can learn the lesson and keep out environment in a better shape. It takes a lot of work to have the green and clean image. You cannot pollute the waterway. You have to keep the rubbish in the dump. You have to drive less, walk more, cycle more. You have to plant trees.
I spend the whole morning entering references into EndNote file, getting very bored by noon and leave work. It is raining at the moment, and the temperature is dropping. On the way to university, I have decided to take a spin to city centre since it is the notorious Friday, the last day before the long holiday. We are having Labour Weekend next Monday. Yes, that's right. It is that time of the year again. It is nearly exam time for university students and high school student in Yr 13 and Yr 11. It is time for me to keep my head down and type furiously on my computer for my thesis, the presentation of two years of hard toil in the laboratory, the failed and the succeeded experimental results, and the seemingly unreachable conclusion that I will inevitably draw at the end of the document. I will start from the first word, and finish with a flourish. I will spend days searching my EndNote library for the suitable papers to reference. I will read these articles written by the brainy and hard-working forefathers. I will write my own method, my own results, create my own graphs and tables. I will do all these and dream about the unwritten parts in the my sleep. When I wake up, I will eat words and read the drafts at the same time. I will walk thinking about what I have to write. I will drive with an idea and quickly pull over on the curb to jot them down in my book. I will shot out of bed if an idea comes into my mind before that elusive sleep creep in.
Next month is the NaNoWriMo month. I will have to write a novel and also write my thesis. That will be a lot of fun. I am sure I will be able to write 2 x 50,000 words. No, actually I am exagerating. I only have to write a third of my thesis and the whole novel. I will have to finish my thesis by January. That's not so hard, but then again, I need be more patient.
Claire De Lune took a photo of me on the way to library in university. I was caught unaware of the danger of the camera. >_< I truly wish that his girlfriend doesn't mind that my photo is on his camera. Then a thought came over me: if he wants my photo on his camera then so be it. It's not I who took the picture! It is he.
On a heavier note, I was screaming for Dark Angel to appear out of thin air when I was driving. I miss you so much, Dark Angel, where are you? Why are you hiding? You are starting to scare me that I might file a missing person report.
I spend the whole morning entering references into EndNote file, getting very bored by noon and leave work. It is raining at the moment, and the temperature is dropping. On the way to university, I have decided to take a spin to city centre since it is the notorious Friday, the last day before the long holiday. We are having Labour Weekend next Monday. Yes, that's right. It is that time of the year again. It is nearly exam time for university students and high school student in Yr 13 and Yr 11. It is time for me to keep my head down and type furiously on my computer for my thesis, the presentation of two years of hard toil in the laboratory, the failed and the succeeded experimental results, and the seemingly unreachable conclusion that I will inevitably draw at the end of the document. I will start from the first word, and finish with a flourish. I will spend days searching my EndNote library for the suitable papers to reference. I will read these articles written by the brainy and hard-working forefathers. I will write my own method, my own results, create my own graphs and tables. I will do all these and dream about the unwritten parts in the my sleep. When I wake up, I will eat words and read the drafts at the same time. I will walk thinking about what I have to write. I will drive with an idea and quickly pull over on the curb to jot them down in my book. I will shot out of bed if an idea comes into my mind before that elusive sleep creep in.
Next month is the NaNoWriMo month. I will have to write a novel and also write my thesis. That will be a lot of fun. I am sure I will be able to write 2 x 50,000 words. No, actually I am exagerating. I only have to write a third of my thesis and the whole novel. I will have to finish my thesis by January. That's not so hard, but then again, I need be more patient.
Claire De Lune took a photo of me on the way to library in university. I was caught unaware of the danger of the camera. >_< I truly wish that his girlfriend doesn't mind that my photo is on his camera. Then a thought came over me: if he wants my photo on his camera then so be it. It's not I who took the picture! It is he.
On a heavier note, I was screaming for Dark Angel to appear out of thin air when I was driving. I miss you so much, Dark Angel, where are you? Why are you hiding? You are starting to scare me that I might file a missing person report.
10/19/2005
The new Lemony Snicket book
The new Lemony Snicket book is called "The Penultimate Peril", in his A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 12. This book is likely to the be the second last in the series, but we never know what will happen in the future, do we? Lemony Snicket may decide to investigate the orphans' life a little bit more and publish them.
I like solving the puzzels before this release and had a fun time trying to solve them. I have to drive up to the university because the computer at work does not have Flash program. I have to search for a computer that actually show the answers after I solve the questions. Some computers do not show any pictures! I have to walk up and down the stairs in order to find a good, trust-worthy computer to do my job for me. After three months of hard work, the new book is finally published worldwide. I will find a way to read it in due course soon.
My activity yesterday (as custom, I always blog for yesterday's events) starts without too much drama. I have virtually finished work by ten o'clock in the morning because by then I have found a suitable funnel to cover the petri dishes, I have also seeded the culture and leave them to grow in the incubator.
I leave work with the hope of doing some work in the university. I have found the book by Maurice Leblanc about Arsene Lupin. I have always been fascinated by the thief/detective because he is so evil and so good at the same time. I will read the fiction in my spare time.
I am now reading The Deed of Disturber by Elizabeth Peters to prepare my month of NaNoWriMo on mystery novel. I have put down three ideas in an e-mail that I sent to myself. I will have more ideas down the line, but at this stage I am pretty happy about the development of my thoughts.
I wish to create a sleuth who is lovable, who you can relate to, not someone who is high and lofty. I don't like that kind of person anyway. I also want to write an interesting story, an entertaining story that will capture your attention. Perhaps a little scary as well. That never hurts anybody.
I have accomplished an important job today. Feeling relieved that it is finally done and everything should be alright from now. Sometimes, you just have to say the right thing, push the right buttons, and do the right thing. It is all for the best.
After dinner I play piano. Ragtime by Joplin is great, Debussy's preludes are just too hard for me. I think I will try some other piano pieces from the university library later.
Mum and I wait for dad to come back from a bike ride to see his friend. His friend recently had twins, but when we ask dad what their names are, he doesn't know. He is always like that! Ignorant of the important facts! However, sometimes, it only takes him five minutes to find out how much someone earn a year, his/her occupation, his/her likes and dislikes. He is very strange. I guess it is because their names are in English. If their names are in Chinese, then maybe he will remember them.
Watched Without a Trace. Very good episode about a convict who will be released on parole. This type of TV program always has a twisting plotline, many times it is quite sad, the victims are in their worst situation most of the times and that's why they go missing. You have your normal share of single mothers who is too poor to buy medicine for her son. You have your teenager brainy kid who has a bright future and is unfortunate when she finds out that she is pregnant with a baby from a spring break fling. You need people who cares about the person who is missing. You need the anxious parents. You need the drug lords. You need the vicious convicts from prison. You need the wolf businessman in sheep's skin. It is an interesting program because it talks about what is happening everyday in the city, it is talking about the people who we forget. We shouldn't forget them, because they are someone's daughter, someone's brother, someone's sister, someone's grandmother. You should care.
I like solving the puzzels before this release and had a fun time trying to solve them. I have to drive up to the university because the computer at work does not have Flash program. I have to search for a computer that actually show the answers after I solve the questions. Some computers do not show any pictures! I have to walk up and down the stairs in order to find a good, trust-worthy computer to do my job for me. After three months of hard work, the new book is finally published worldwide. I will find a way to read it in due course soon.
My activity yesterday (as custom, I always blog for yesterday's events) starts without too much drama. I have virtually finished work by ten o'clock in the morning because by then I have found a suitable funnel to cover the petri dishes, I have also seeded the culture and leave them to grow in the incubator.
I leave work with the hope of doing some work in the university. I have found the book by Maurice Leblanc about Arsene Lupin. I have always been fascinated by the thief/detective because he is so evil and so good at the same time. I will read the fiction in my spare time.
I am now reading The Deed of Disturber by Elizabeth Peters to prepare my month of NaNoWriMo on mystery novel. I have put down three ideas in an e-mail that I sent to myself. I will have more ideas down the line, but at this stage I am pretty happy about the development of my thoughts.
I wish to create a sleuth who is lovable, who you can relate to, not someone who is high and lofty. I don't like that kind of person anyway. I also want to write an interesting story, an entertaining story that will capture your attention. Perhaps a little scary as well. That never hurts anybody.
I have accomplished an important job today. Feeling relieved that it is finally done and everything should be alright from now. Sometimes, you just have to say the right thing, push the right buttons, and do the right thing. It is all for the best.
After dinner I play piano. Ragtime by Joplin is great, Debussy's preludes are just too hard for me. I think I will try some other piano pieces from the university library later.
Mum and I wait for dad to come back from a bike ride to see his friend. His friend recently had twins, but when we ask dad what their names are, he doesn't know. He is always like that! Ignorant of the important facts! However, sometimes, it only takes him five minutes to find out how much someone earn a year, his/her occupation, his/her likes and dislikes. He is very strange. I guess it is because their names are in English. If their names are in Chinese, then maybe he will remember them.
Watched Without a Trace. Very good episode about a convict who will be released on parole. This type of TV program always has a twisting plotline, many times it is quite sad, the victims are in their worst situation most of the times and that's why they go missing. You have your normal share of single mothers who is too poor to buy medicine for her son. You have your teenager brainy kid who has a bright future and is unfortunate when she finds out that she is pregnant with a baby from a spring break fling. You need people who cares about the person who is missing. You need the anxious parents. You need the drug lords. You need the vicious convicts from prison. You need the wolf businessman in sheep's skin. It is an interesting program because it talks about what is happening everyday in the city, it is talking about the people who we forget. We shouldn't forget them, because they are someone's daughter, someone's brother, someone's sister, someone's grandmother. You should care.
10/17/2005
Idol fever
The New Zealand Idols have just be voted tonight. Rosita is the newest, hottest, most talented idol this year. I really like her voice and she deserve to win.
This morning starts with car trouble so I can't drive to work in my trusted grey little Toyota Corona. No matter. Dad takes me to work without too much trouble but that means that I can't go to the farm to start my experiment. I will start it tomorrow. I have re-written some parts of the introduction and I will try to finish it before the end of October. There will be some addition, but I don't think the introduction need that much more work. I just have to finish it and hand it in to my boss to edit. I am sure she will feel obliged to change it again. Like what my friend said, it has to be written, re-written, edited, changed, cut down and boiled up at least five times before the final draft come out.
The concert went well, with the drama of my string slipping out of tune in the second last song near the end, I was so nervous! I couldn't play some notes, but managed to play most of the them at the right time. Just hope that no one noticed that my strings were out of tune... I am sure a trained musician will notice, but I can't really stop it from slipping away.
The first part of the performance was great. I had no trouble at all playing all the songs. Bede Williams was so dramatic when he performed Resident Villain. I love it!
Then it was our turn again. I think we did well. Saw Claire De Lune at the end of the performance. He is very happy and still trying very hard to study in university. I said thank you to Dr. and her bf. Apollo was there. He waved to me. White Angel and her mum were also there. Thank you all for coming. And how can I forget about the Ultimate Family? They were there to cheer me up. I have so many fans! Haha. Thank you very much for listening to me and you guys give me strength to play on, play hard, and I just love playing music on the stage.
I hope Dark Angel was there to listen to me, but he was too busy, he couldn't even concentrate when I had a conversation with him on the net. Oh, well. I am sure he will recover from Mars and come back after all his assessments are done. Dot the last i and cross the last t on his paper, and he is all free. I will then ask him if he wants to watch A World Without Thieves and listen to NZSO orchestra with me. Somehow I think he will say yes to the orchestra, and maybe say no to the movie, but I don't care. As long as he says yes to one is good enough for me.
I have to live this life without thinking too much about anyone else right now. Just focus on me. I have to work harder.
This morning starts with car trouble so I can't drive to work in my trusted grey little Toyota Corona. No matter. Dad takes me to work without too much trouble but that means that I can't go to the farm to start my experiment. I will start it tomorrow. I have re-written some parts of the introduction and I will try to finish it before the end of October. There will be some addition, but I don't think the introduction need that much more work. I just have to finish it and hand it in to my boss to edit. I am sure she will feel obliged to change it again. Like what my friend said, it has to be written, re-written, edited, changed, cut down and boiled up at least five times before the final draft come out.
The concert went well, with the drama of my string slipping out of tune in the second last song near the end, I was so nervous! I couldn't play some notes, but managed to play most of the them at the right time. Just hope that no one noticed that my strings were out of tune... I am sure a trained musician will notice, but I can't really stop it from slipping away.
The first part of the performance was great. I had no trouble at all playing all the songs. Bede Williams was so dramatic when he performed Resident Villain. I love it!
Then it was our turn again. I think we did well. Saw Claire De Lune at the end of the performance. He is very happy and still trying very hard to study in university. I said thank you to Dr. and her bf. Apollo was there. He waved to me. White Angel and her mum were also there. Thank you all for coming. And how can I forget about the Ultimate Family? They were there to cheer me up. I have so many fans! Haha. Thank you very much for listening to me and you guys give me strength to play on, play hard, and I just love playing music on the stage.
I hope Dark Angel was there to listen to me, but he was too busy, he couldn't even concentrate when I had a conversation with him on the net. Oh, well. I am sure he will recover from Mars and come back after all his assessments are done. Dot the last i and cross the last t on his paper, and he is all free. I will then ask him if he wants to watch A World Without Thieves and listen to NZSO orchestra with me. Somehow I think he will say yes to the orchestra, and maybe say no to the movie, but I don't care. As long as he says yes to one is good enough for me.
I have to live this life without thinking too much about anyone else right now. Just focus on me. I have to work harder.
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