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Romeo X Juliet
I shouldn't be posting at this time, much less still be up at this ungodly hour. But I just have to.
The love story of the year = Gonzo's Romeo X Juliet
The final episode for Romeo X Juliet aired this week, and as expected, it ended tragically. What is Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet without the death of our star-crossed lovers??
Although it sounds like a cookie-cutter series, I applaud Gonzo's brilliant re-telling of the story in an interesting adaptation. While they essentially followed every signature events in the original play, each of these events were portrayed uniquely in this series. For example, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet died in the Capulet crypt in a state of high-strung lover anguish over miscommunication and teenage lust. However, Gonzo's version of their death in the Escalus room was rather elegant, in that Romeo fought Ophelia to protect Juliet and his vow to her, and Juliet, in keeping her vow to be with Romeo for eternity, accepted her fate and sacrificed her life to protect the people of Neo-Verona.
While the original Shakespearean play is literally legendary, I like the moral inputs in Gonzo's improvised Romeo X Juliet. The whole series was beautifully summarized in the final line delivered by the character William:
「争い、憎しみ、悲しみ、痛み
それがのすべてを終わらせることができる物
それは。。。愛
人を愛する喜び そのことを
あなた達は教えてくれた」
"Strife, hatred, sadness, pain
The one thing capable of ending all of these
That is... love
The joy of loving another person,
Is what both of you have taught us"
I like how they play with themes such as revenge, justice, naiveity, idealism, innocence, loyalty, responsibility, choice-making, and of course, love. Gonzo was able to drive home their point on these themes by transforming them into the adversities Romeo and Juliet had to face. In this sense, their adaptation has far more depth and maturity in comparison to the original play. Furthermore, Gonzo's Juliet is no damsel-in-distress, she can kick villian butts. However, the best Juliet-sword-brandishing scene would have to be the one where Romeo and Juliet fought each other using their family swords in the penultimate episode. It was a fight not of hatred, but of love.
Apart from the unique story-telling, I also thoroughly enjoyed the animation and soundtrack of Romeo X Juliet. Although the animation at certain episodes were not up to mark, episodes creating great impact were marvelously drawn and animated. The soundtrack is something I cannot describe, but can only say that without it, the whole series would be dead. The theme song, "祈り～You Raise Me Up" by Lena Park was of course excellent and extremely appropriate, especially when it was played in the end, where Juliet requested for Escalus to grant her prayer to save the land she fatefully met Romeo (祈り... geddit?). The voice acting was also pretty satisfactory.
Another thing that I thought was lovely is that Gonzo had cleverly represented the two feuding families with a signature flower icon. The Capulets were the family of Irises, whereas the Montagues were represented by the classy Rose. This floral signature gave a very "Awwww" ending where we see people who hold Romeo and Juliet dear, such as Curio, Conrad, Hermione and William, whilst continuing their lives post-RxJ yet forever commemorating their love with a bouquet of a single iris and a single rose.
The ending of Romeo X Juliet was very well done, and so necessarily tragic that tears had to roll out of my eyes. I would think that the sadness of this tragic tale had been portrayed with greater impact by Gonzo than the original play would have. Those who have not watched Gonzo's Romeo X Juliet have NOT experience the great-ness of the most popular tragic love story of all time. So..... go watch it already!!
Image from Random Curiosity. Please visit them for excellent reviews.
Official site Romeo X Juliet
～みはる～
The love story of the year = Gonzo's Romeo X Juliet
The final episode for Romeo X Juliet aired this week, and as expected, it ended tragically. What is Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet without the death of our star-crossed lovers??
Although it sounds like a cookie-cutter series, I applaud Gonzo's brilliant re-telling of the story in an interesting adaptation. While they essentially followed every signature events in the original play, each of these events were portrayed uniquely in this series. For example, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet died in the Capulet crypt in a state of high-strung lover anguish over miscommunication and teenage lust. However, Gonzo's version of their death in the Escalus room was rather elegant, in that Romeo fought Ophelia to protect Juliet and his vow to her, and Juliet, in keeping her vow to be with Romeo for eternity, accepted her fate and sacrificed her life to protect the people of Neo-Verona.
While the original Shakespearean play is literally legendary, I like the moral inputs in Gonzo's improvised Romeo X Juliet. The whole series was beautifully summarized in the final line delivered by the character William:
「争い、憎しみ、悲しみ、痛み
それがのすべてを終わらせることができる物
それは。。。愛
人を愛する喜び そのことを
あなた達は教えてくれた」
"Strife, hatred, sadness, pain
The one thing capable of ending all of these
That is... love
The joy of loving another person,
Is what both of you have taught us"
I like how they play with themes such as revenge, justice, naiveity, idealism, innocence, loyalty, responsibility, choice-making, and of course, love. Gonzo was able to drive home their point on these themes by transforming them into the adversities Romeo and Juliet had to face. In this sense, their adaptation has far more depth and maturity in comparison to the original play. Furthermore, Gonzo's Juliet is no damsel-in-distress, she can kick villian butts. However, the best Juliet-sword-brandishing scene would have to be the one where Romeo and Juliet fought each other using their family swords in the penultimate episode. It was a fight not of hatred, but of love.
Apart from the unique story-telling, I also thoroughly enjoyed the animation and soundtrack of Romeo X Juliet. Although the animation at certain episodes were not up to mark, episodes creating great impact were marvelously drawn and animated. The soundtrack is something I cannot describe, but can only say that without it, the whole series would be dead. The theme song, "祈り～You Raise Me Up" by Lena Park was of course excellent and extremely appropriate, especially when it was played in the end, where Juliet requested for Escalus to grant her prayer to save the land she fatefully met Romeo (祈り... geddit?). The voice acting was also pretty satisfactory.
Another thing that I thought was lovely is that Gonzo had cleverly represented the two feuding families with a signature flower icon. The Capulets were the family of Irises, whereas the Montagues were represented by the classy Rose. This floral signature gave a very "Awwww" ending where we see people who hold Romeo and Juliet dear, such as Curio, Conrad, Hermione and William, whilst continuing their lives post-RxJ yet forever commemorating their love with a bouquet of a single iris and a single rose.
The ending of Romeo X Juliet was very well done, and so necessarily tragic that tears had to roll out of my eyes. I would think that the sadness of this tragic tale had been portrayed with greater impact by Gonzo than the original play would have. Those who have not watched Gonzo's Romeo X Juliet have NOT experience the great-ness of the most popular tragic love story of all time. So..... go watch it already!!
Image from Random Curiosity. Please visit them for excellent reviews.
Official site Romeo X Juliet
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Turning 24
Some XX days ago, I turned 24.
"Nyaa, you got older!!"
"What's the big deal? Age is just a number"
"How's it going to be special? Celebrating?"
"It's just another day what. Work lo. So much data to analyse"
"24-full years. And you have not done anything tondemonai (extraordinary). Very pathetic lehh"
At some level, I think my internal dialogue is amusingly disturbing.
Actually my 24th anniversary on Earth was not that sordid. True, it was just another day. I mean, heck, I always think it's just another day. I spent it working till late at night. However, there are little happy things spread over the several days surrounding the day that marks it my 24th. They are like a handful of fragrant cinnamon dust or a cloud of saffron sprinkled over a plain vanilla (why vanilla??! hmm) sponge cake.
Cinnamon dust #1~ Messages~~!
E-cards, emails, Msn messages, Sms-es, phone calls and other sorts of e-messages reached me when I was still 23 years and 363 days old. Even though I am of the opinion that virtual messages are terribly impersonal and detached, I am still touched by the fact that there are acquaintances who still remembers me as a friend, and their thoughts alone meant more to me than the fancy animated teddy bears break-dancing on the e-cards. Thank you, all of you, who so kindly spent 5 mins of your life to wire me those generous words serving as a reminder of my old age and my ties with you.
Cinnamon dust #2~ Cakes~~!
I have an issue with cakes and candles this year.
In the darkness of data analysis misery, my lab mates lit a candle on a slice of tiramisu and sang me a birthday song. After (another) long day on front of the computer, I had thought to take a break from the numbers and scuttled over to the food corner in the office to dig for some of the very sweet lemon-Manuka-honey candies we purchased several days ago. So engross was I digging that I was oblivious to my colleagues' antics until they switched off all the office lights and presented me with a candlelit-cake whilst breaking into the tunes of Happy Birthday.
So I happily blew the candle after the song ended. You see, that was the mistake. I didn't take note what cake that was.... until the cocoa powder came flying all over, then did I notice it was tiramisu. But it's okay, we laughed it off and jokingly said never to buy tiramisu again for birthday.
What are the odds it will happen again?
Sis bought me a cake when Mum and Dad came down for the weekend to celebrate with me. To my delight(ful horror), ja jaaaang!! TIRAMISU!!! Shikamo, whole cake desu yo!! It was a lovely cake emanating the alcoholic fragrance of Kahlua generously blanketed with exquisitely fine cocoa powder. When the campfire of candles indicating my age were all fired up on the cake, I dreaded the blowing part. But it's a birthday and you have to make a wish then blow the candles, right? There's no escaping the ungraceful end, so I urged Mum, Dad and sis to blow with me. Because, according to the law of physics, if the air velocity comes from all directions at the same angle, the motion of the fine particles layering the cake surface will balance out, hence the cocoa powder won't fly all over (again)... right?
Wrong. We had a cocoa-coated tablecloth at the end of the episode. But you see, that was not the most embarassing thing. The very moment we blew the candles, the snuffed out candles emitted pretty swirls of smoke and.... "BRRIIINNGGGG!!!!!"
The fire alarm went off.
I didn't know to laugh or cry when every other diner turned to the direction of our table and stared at me and my cocoa-scattered tiramisu and the smoke-emitting candles. Suffice to say, I was terribly embarrassed... although having my family to celebrate my birthday with a cake was the best thing I could ever ask for.
The fire alarm rang for like ONE full minute before it was turned off, much to my relief. However, my embarrassment didn't stop there. Less than a minute later, a lady spoke over the PA system: "We've detected a fire signal from within the building. Do not panic. We are now investigating the source of fire and will update all guests as soon as possible."
Again, everyone turned to our table to stare at me and my still smoke-emitting cake.
If not for my gratefulness for my family's companionship... I would have liked to hide myself from those accusing stares. I mean, give me a break! Are the firemen going to come up to evacuate the building armed with a ultra-powerful water hose to find me there sitting with my little smoking tiramisu??? What stupid smoke detector did the restaurant install???Some 5-10 minutes passed before the PA system lady came back on to announce that it had been a false alarm (duhh...) and everyone can go back to their normal lives.
While Dad assured me that there's no way the smoke detector could have been that sensitive (and stupid) to pick up smoke from birthday candles and the whole fire-scare could have been due to some real fire in the kitchen, I find it difficult to swallow the coincidence. I mean, at the exact timing we blew off the candles, some apprentice chef slipped some 10oz olive oil into the firey wok resulting in a campfire which he haphazardly poured two cupfuls of water into, generating volcanic smoke right under the kitchen smoke detector. Guzen?? Nante nai yo...
But it's definitely one birthday I will never forget.
Then my 3rd cake was presented by my friends during our outing last weekend. AM had graciously chosen a mango cake (much to my relief wasn't a cocoa-coated tiramisu again) topped with yummy mango slices. Before they lit the candles in the air-conditioned cafe, I scanned the room warily to check whether (God forbid) any smoke detectors were snooping within the to-be-smoking radius. It was a pretty uneventful 'candle' episode and everyone was happy with a slice of mango cake. Wanting to give everyone (and myself) a slice of the juicy mango flesh, I distorted the jellified surface after which the remaining cake looked nothing like the aesthetically pleasant one presented to me several minutes ago. When I suggested to share the rest of the cake with the kind staff who served us, AM looked at me and politely suggested that I remove the 'ugly' sites I have generated. Ahaha... oops :P
What a cake-y year!!
Cinnamon dust #3~ Companionship~~!
"Love makes the world go round"
That's what philosophers claim. And I suppose they render a lot of truth.
The best gift had been my parents' coming down for the weekend. I had been missing home alot, and it had been such great joy to be able to see them and spent time with them again. I had rushed to the airport to receive them and upon seeing them out at the arrival gate, uncharacteristically, I transformed into the 5-year-old I once was and ran to hug Mum and Dad right in the middle of the international airport. Can't really put into words how happy I was to see them. We had alot to talk throughout the whole weekend and simply enjoy fundamental stuff together, such as lunch-ing on Japanese food, strolling in shopping centres, browsing books and trawling their favorite Daiso! If I had the money, I would love to fly them in more often for relaxing meals together and just doing stuff together. Guess that would have to wait, but I am forever thankful for my family's infinite love and companionship!
I am blessed with not only company from my family, but also from my friends. As age add on to a greater number, I find myself sinking in a world and society where people are incredibly superficial with their feelings towards you. It makes you wonder whether they take you seriously, sincerely, and faithfully. I've come to learn that some 80% don't, but the precious 20% does. And I treasure this 20%. I have high school mates who never forget my birthday, who every year without fail, will send me a note or a card or a message noting they remembered me, no matter which corner of the Earth they are residing now. I have the privilege of the enjoyable company of friends, who had so generously treated me to a movie or a slice of tiramisu or a meal-cum-crazy-boardgame-session or a meaningful phonecall, all of which telling me that they think of me (hope I did not over-interpret their intentions though :P).
To all of you, my 20%, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Cinnamon dust #4~ Cosmic wonders~~!
Have you ever felt like the sky is smiling to you, wishing you a happy birthday? Well, I did.
On my birthday, the weather was gorgeously blue, the sun was beautifully sunny, and the clouds were merrily puffy. The peacefuly green and sturdy trees were puffing oxygen and the gentle wind was especially teasing. Being quite a weather person, a deep sense of serenity and happiness overflowed when I breathed in my little lovely nature-world. It felt like a wonderful (birth)day.
Some several days ago, my colleagues and I were walking back to office from the canteen when we caught sight of a rare and beautiful cosmic display. Deep yellow sunlight was bathing the sky in dusk, but the angle of sunshine was such that it collided with a particular flat-looking cloud, causing the whole flat cloud becoming a prism, emanating the 7 shades of the visible spectrum. It was our first time looking at a rainbow-colored cloud, and it was so pretty and lovely that we just stood at the open-air corridor gazing intently at the twilight for a long time. Such cosmic wonders never fail to stir amazement in me, because such miraculous display often seem like divinity to me.
Cinnamon dust #5~ Boardgames~~!
On CS's recommendation, me and my friends threw our reservations and turned into the screaming, cardgame-crazy kids we used to be. We went to The Mind Cafe for an outing, and this is a quiet nook along the Sg River... until crazy people like us turned up. Sofas and coffee tables were comfortably arranged to give a homey feel and people gather here to play boardgames, card games and the like as a method of catching up with friends. The food here was not fantastic but the things you can do here are pretty wild. There is a wide range of boardgames for all tastes, from brainless Snap-type card games to the brain-power requiring English chess games.
We opted for brainless stuff like charades and card games, and one violent game in particular, was alot of fun and umm... violent. We basically chaotically traded cards to obtain a set of the same color before screaming and grabbing the limited number of bones located at the center of the coffee table. The loser, of course, is the one who did not get a bone. Sounds incredibly brainless, strategy-less, and out-of-the-mind, but surprisingly fun. It does feel good to scream like a kid once it a while haha.
So, it is quite evident my 24th anniversary isn't very sordid, ain't it?
～みはる～
"Nyaa, you got older!!"
"What's the big deal? Age is just a number"
"How's it going to be special? Celebrating?"
"It's just another day what. Work lo. So much data to analyse"
"24-full years. And you have not done anything tondemonai (extraordinary). Very pathetic lehh"
At some level, I think my internal dialogue is amusingly disturbing.
Actually my 24th anniversary on Earth was not that sordid. True, it was just another day. I mean, heck, I always think it's just another day. I spent it working till late at night. However, there are little happy things spread over the several days surrounding the day that marks it my 24th. They are like a handful of fragrant cinnamon dust or a cloud of saffron sprinkled over a plain vanilla (why vanilla??! hmm) sponge cake.
Cinnamon dust #1~ Messages~~!
E-cards, emails, Msn messages, Sms-es, phone calls and other sorts of e-messages reached me when I was still 23 years and 363 days old. Even though I am of the opinion that virtual messages are terribly impersonal and detached, I am still touched by the fact that there are acquaintances who still remembers me as a friend, and their thoughts alone meant more to me than the fancy animated teddy bears break-dancing on the e-cards. Thank you, all of you, who so kindly spent 5 mins of your life to wire me those generous words serving as a reminder of my old age and my ties with you.
Cinnamon dust #2~ Cakes~~!
I have an issue with cakes and candles this year.
In the darkness of data analysis misery, my lab mates lit a candle on a slice of tiramisu and sang me a birthday song. After (another) long day on front of the computer, I had thought to take a break from the numbers and scuttled over to the food corner in the office to dig for some of the very sweet lemon-Manuka-honey candies we purchased several days ago. So engross was I digging that I was oblivious to my colleagues' antics until they switched off all the office lights and presented me with a candlelit-cake whilst breaking into the tunes of Happy Birthday.
So I happily blew the candle after the song ended. You see, that was the mistake. I didn't take note what cake that was.... until the cocoa powder came flying all over, then did I notice it was tiramisu. But it's okay, we laughed it off and jokingly said never to buy tiramisu again for birthday.
What are the odds it will happen again?
Sis bought me a cake when Mum and Dad came down for the weekend to celebrate with me. To my delight(ful horror), ja jaaaang!! TIRAMISU!!! Shikamo, whole cake desu yo!! It was a lovely cake emanating the alcoholic fragrance of Kahlua generously blanketed with exquisitely fine cocoa powder. When the campfire of candles indicating my age were all fired up on the cake, I dreaded the blowing part. But it's a birthday and you have to make a wish then blow the candles, right? There's no escaping the ungraceful end, so I urged Mum, Dad and sis to blow with me. Because, according to the law of physics, if the air velocity comes from all directions at the same angle, the motion of the fine particles layering the cake surface will balance out, hence the cocoa powder won't fly all over (again)... right?
Wrong. We had a cocoa-coated tablecloth at the end of the episode. But you see, that was not the most embarassing thing. The very moment we blew the candles, the snuffed out candles emitted pretty swirls of smoke and.... "BRRIIINNGGGG!!!!!"
The fire alarm went off.
I didn't know to laugh or cry when every other diner turned to the direction of our table and stared at me and my cocoa-scattered tiramisu and the smoke-emitting candles. Suffice to say, I was terribly embarrassed... although having my family to celebrate my birthday with a cake was the best thing I could ever ask for.
The fire alarm rang for like ONE full minute before it was turned off, much to my relief. However, my embarrassment didn't stop there. Less than a minute later, a lady spoke over the PA system: "We've detected a fire signal from within the building. Do not panic. We are now investigating the source of fire and will update all guests as soon as possible."
Again, everyone turned to our table to stare at me and my still smoke-emitting cake.
If not for my gratefulness for my family's companionship... I would have liked to hide myself from those accusing stares. I mean, give me a break! Are the firemen going to come up to evacuate the building armed with a ultra-powerful water hose to find me there sitting with my little smoking tiramisu??? What stupid smoke detector did the restaurant install???Some 5-10 minutes passed before the PA system lady came back on to announce that it had been a false alarm (duhh...) and everyone can go back to their normal lives.
While Dad assured me that there's no way the smoke detector could have been that sensitive (and stupid) to pick up smoke from birthday candles and the whole fire-scare could have been due to some real fire in the kitchen, I find it difficult to swallow the coincidence. I mean, at the exact timing we blew off the candles, some apprentice chef slipped some 10oz olive oil into the firey wok resulting in a campfire which he haphazardly poured two cupfuls of water into, generating volcanic smoke right under the kitchen smoke detector. Guzen?? Nante nai yo...
But it's definitely one birthday I will never forget.
Then my 3rd cake was presented by my friends during our outing last weekend. AM had graciously chosen a mango cake (much to my relief wasn't a cocoa-coated tiramisu again) topped with yummy mango slices. Before they lit the candles in the air-conditioned cafe, I scanned the room warily to check whether (God forbid) any smoke detectors were snooping within the to-be-smoking radius. It was a pretty uneventful 'candle' episode and everyone was happy with a slice of mango cake. Wanting to give everyone (and myself) a slice of the juicy mango flesh, I distorted the jellified surface after which the remaining cake looked nothing like the aesthetically pleasant one presented to me several minutes ago. When I suggested to share the rest of the cake with the kind staff who served us, AM looked at me and politely suggested that I remove the 'ugly' sites I have generated. Ahaha... oops :P
What a cake-y year!!
Cinnamon dust #3~ Companionship~~!
"Love makes the world go round"
That's what philosophers claim. And I suppose they render a lot of truth.
The best gift had been my parents' coming down for the weekend. I had been missing home alot, and it had been such great joy to be able to see them and spent time with them again. I had rushed to the airport to receive them and upon seeing them out at the arrival gate, uncharacteristically, I transformed into the 5-year-old I once was and ran to hug Mum and Dad right in the middle of the international airport. Can't really put into words how happy I was to see them. We had alot to talk throughout the whole weekend and simply enjoy fundamental stuff together, such as lunch-ing on Japanese food, strolling in shopping centres, browsing books and trawling their favorite Daiso! If I had the money, I would love to fly them in more often for relaxing meals together and just doing stuff together. Guess that would have to wait, but I am forever thankful for my family's infinite love and companionship!
The bunny mooncake I bought for Mum, Dad, and Sis! Soft dough filled with deliciously sweet white bean paste and tangy yuzu in the inside... simply an exquisite taste!
I am blessed with not only company from my family, but also from my friends. As age add on to a greater number, I find myself sinking in a world and society where people are incredibly superficial with their feelings towards you. It makes you wonder whether they take you seriously, sincerely, and faithfully. I've come to learn that some 80% don't, but the precious 20% does. And I treasure this 20%. I have high school mates who never forget my birthday, who every year without fail, will send me a note or a card or a message noting they remembered me, no matter which corner of the Earth they are residing now. I have the privilege of the enjoyable company of friends, who had so generously treated me to a movie or a slice of tiramisu or a meal-cum-crazy-boardgame-session or a meaningful phonecall, all of which telling me that they think of me (hope I did not over-interpret their intentions though :P).
To all of you, my 20%, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Cinnamon dust #4~ Cosmic wonders~~!
Have you ever felt like the sky is smiling to you, wishing you a happy birthday? Well, I did.
On my birthday, the weather was gorgeously blue, the sun was beautifully sunny, and the clouds were merrily puffy. The peacefuly green and sturdy trees were puffing oxygen and the gentle wind was especially teasing. Being quite a weather person, a deep sense of serenity and happiness overflowed when I breathed in my little lovely nature-world. It felt like a wonderful (birth)day.
Some several days ago, my colleagues and I were walking back to office from the canteen when we caught sight of a rare and beautiful cosmic display. Deep yellow sunlight was bathing the sky in dusk, but the angle of sunshine was such that it collided with a particular flat-looking cloud, causing the whole flat cloud becoming a prism, emanating the 7 shades of the visible spectrum. It was our first time looking at a rainbow-colored cloud, and it was so pretty and lovely that we just stood at the open-air corridor gazing intently at the twilight for a long time. Such cosmic wonders never fail to stir amazement in me, because such miraculous display often seem like divinity to me.
Cinnamon dust #5~ Boardgames~~!
On CS's recommendation, me and my friends threw our reservations and turned into the screaming, cardgame-crazy kids we used to be. We went to The Mind Cafe for an outing, and this is a quiet nook along the Sg River... until crazy people like us turned up. Sofas and coffee tables were comfortably arranged to give a homey feel and people gather here to play boardgames, card games and the like as a method of catching up with friends. The food here was not fantastic but the things you can do here are pretty wild. There is a wide range of boardgames for all tastes, from brainless Snap-type card games to the brain-power requiring English chess games.
We opted for brainless stuff like charades and card games, and one violent game in particular, was alot of fun and umm... violent. We basically chaotically traded cards to obtain a set of the same color before screaming and grabbing the limited number of bones located at the center of the coffee table. The loser, of course, is the one who did not get a bone. Sounds incredibly brainless, strategy-less, and out-of-the-mind, but surprisingly fun. It does feel good to scream like a kid once it a while haha.
So, it is quite evident my 24th anniversary isn't very sordid, ain't it?
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Data mining
Somewhere in my last post, I expressed relief towards the ending of the mammoth experimentation and how less taxing the data analysis seemed in comparison to the phrenetic data acquisition.
I take back all my words.
Data mining and analysis (for a mammoth experiment) is one hell of a b**ch. Here's an anecdote of the past 2-data-mining weeks to illustrate why.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day 1
Energetic faces. Rolled up sleeves.
Me : Yosh!! Let's count plates!
SanSan : Remember ya - red colonies, big and small green colonies, and tiny blue colonies. I've printed the record sheet here.
MH : (dons face mask) Okay. I'll count the 24h plates.
Me : I'll count the 48h plates.
P : I'm still counting the 12h plates.
R : (already marker pen in hand)
Me : 'kay, let's count!
4 hours later....
LB : Do you all want to go for lunch?
MH, R, Me : (looks up, eyes glazed)
Me : ...fifty-six, fifty-seven....
LB : I can help you pack :)
MH : I'll go for lunch.
Me : ...fifty-nine, sixty. One hundred sixty. (scribbles number on plate) I'm sooo going for lunch. I'm seeing stars already.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 2
Walks into lab and puts on lab coat reluctantly.
SanSan : Someone should start recording the numbers on the log sheet.
Me : I'm still counting 48h plates.
MH : I'll do it.
SanSan : R can help read the numbers.
R : Okay.
30 mins later....
Me : The small green and tiny blue colonies look the same. Which is strain 3 and which is strain 4?
MH : hmmm....
R : Yea, it's quite difficult to differentiate. Sometimes I just count all small ones as strain 3...
MH : Strain 4 has a little white peak. Strain 3 is slightly mucoidal.
Me : (stashes out an agar plate) So this is strain 4?
MH : (peers at agar plate) Hmm.... yea, I think this is strain 4, that is strain 3.
Me : Does everyone knows?
R : ..... count again?
Me : ..........................
MH : (runs around lab educating which is 3 and which is 4)
2 hours later....
Me : I can't count anymore. My eyes are hurting!
MH : (eyes glazed) Umm.
Me : I'll go plot fluorometre graphs.
5 hours later....
MH : Red - 3. Big - 35. Strain4 - 13. Next dilution, red - 7. Big - 28. Strain 4 - 12....
R : (scribbles furiously)
Me : Excuse me, which hour are you at?
MH : 12h.
Me : ...then 24h and 48h..?
MH : (eyes glazed) Not done.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 3
In office. Looks at plates in the lab. Turns away and plops into chair.
Me : (peers over at SanSan) Still many plates to count?
SanSan : ... and record. Some of the strains 3 and 4 are not distinguished... have to count again. And some numbers are funny. Need to count.... again...?
Me : (moans)
3 hours later....
Hunched over the lab bench with the largest trolley beside the bench, FULL of stinky agar plates and gross bacteria.
MH : .... Red - 15. Big - 166. Strain 4 - need to count.
Me : (looks up, eyes glassy, and brow furrowed) Eeehhh... but it's TNTC (too numerous to count)
MH : Yea, but the following dilution is under countable range, so we need to count these.
Me : (looks at the tiny colonies despairingly and whines) But they are so tiny and.... so many :'(
MH : ...twelve, thirteen, fourteen,....
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 4
Bleary eyes into the office.
Me : Today no more plates to count, right?
SanSan : We will need to incubate the acid agar plates longer because strain 2 is growing very slow.
Me : ....
1 hour later....
Shal : How's the fluorometre results coming?
Me : Still plotting.
Shal : Okay. The colony counts?
SanSan : Still recording. And plotting.
Shal : Okay.
5 hours later....
Shal : Don't you think we should start discussing the results already?
SanSan : (very sien look) I still have a lot to plot.
Me : (eyes on computer, plotting) Umm.
Shal : Let's discuss tomorrow after lunch?
SanSan : Okay.
Me : (still staring at screen) Umm.
3 hours later....
MH : You all want to eat dinner?
Shal : Yea.
Me : (finally lifts face from the computer) Arghh!! How can it not work??!! I need a break from plotting!!!
~~~*~*~*~~~~
Day 5
Morning. Everyone at computer in the office. Agar plates sitting at all the benches and stinking up the lab.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
4 hours later....
LB : Are you all going for lunch?
SanSan : Can help us pack?
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
2 hours later....
Shal : So are we discussing?
SanSan : I still have a lot of graphs to plot. And the numbers are weird! We need someone to re-check the plates.
MH : I'll do it.
Me : We need to take out plates from incubator also right? They are the size of a 10-cent coin now.
MH : Umm. Yea.
Me : Yucks. It smells as disgusting as it looks.
7 hours later....
Shal : So are we discussing?
SanSan : There's still a lot to plot...
Shal : Yea, but....
Me : (brain in screensaver mode) I cannot concentrate already.
Shal : We do it next week, in the morning?
Me : Yes please.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 8
Morning. In office. Agar plates unmoved, stench in lab is getting unbearable.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
3 hours later....
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
2 hours later....
Shal : We still haven't discuss!!!
Glazed eyes looked up. And back down on computer screen.
Shal : .....
2 hours later....
Shal : Let's just stop plotting first and discuss.
R : Okay.
Me : Okay.
SanSan : You all go ahead. I need to finish this plot first. And guess what? We have missing plates.
Shal : ... how?!!
SanSan : Beats me. Can't find them.
6 hours later....
MH : We've been discussing 6 hours in a row.
SanSan : (points at me) She's in screensaver mode already.
Me : I'm not registering anymore. Very tired.
R : Continue tomorrow?
All : Yea.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 9
Morning. In office. Plates still stinking lab.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
4 hours later....
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
3 hours later....
Extensive debate on contamination which lasted almost 4 hours.
Back to plotting.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 10
Morning. In office. Potted plant looking sickly. Must be the stench in the lab.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : Are we discussing?
SanSan : Some of you can go ahead with the discussion....
Shal : Okay, let's.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 11
Morning. P's unhappy.
P : The smell of the lab is awful. Can't you throw the plates yet?
Me : I'll go. (dons face mask and discards all plates in hazard bag) Bleah... stinks so bad.
1 hour later....
Me : The lab's all clean! I enthanol-ed all the benches and the lab!
P : And you are still standing?!
Me : Yea... still sober from all the alcohol! hehe... (looks around in office)
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
6 hours later....
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 12
Morning. In office.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
3 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
2 hours later....
Me : I'll never want to do this scale of data mining ever again T_T
Shal : I know what you mean.
SanSan : I want to do experiments! Not plotting graphs T_T
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dialogue's not exactly word-for-word, but you get the idea.
～みはる～
I take back all my words.
Data mining and analysis (for a mammoth experiment) is one hell of a b**ch. Here's an anecdote of the past 2-data-mining weeks to illustrate why.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day 1
Energetic faces. Rolled up sleeves.
Me : Yosh!! Let's count plates!
SanSan : Remember ya - red colonies, big and small green colonies, and tiny blue colonies. I've printed the record sheet here.
MH : (dons face mask) Okay. I'll count the 24h plates.
Me : I'll count the 48h plates.
P : I'm still counting the 12h plates.
R : (already marker pen in hand)
Me : 'kay, let's count!
4 hours later....
LB : Do you all want to go for lunch?
MH, R, Me : (looks up, eyes glazed)
Me : ...fifty-six, fifty-seven....
LB : I can help you pack :)
MH : I'll go for lunch.
Me : ...fifty-nine, sixty. One hundred sixty. (scribbles number on plate) I'm sooo going for lunch. I'm seeing stars already.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 2
Walks into lab and puts on lab coat reluctantly.
SanSan : Someone should start recording the numbers on the log sheet.
Me : I'm still counting 48h plates.
MH : I'll do it.
SanSan : R can help read the numbers.
R : Okay.
30 mins later....
Me : The small green and tiny blue colonies look the same. Which is strain 3 and which is strain 4?
MH : hmmm....
R : Yea, it's quite difficult to differentiate. Sometimes I just count all small ones as strain 3...
MH : Strain 4 has a little white peak. Strain 3 is slightly mucoidal.
Me : (stashes out an agar plate) So this is strain 4?
MH : (peers at agar plate) Hmm.... yea, I think this is strain 4, that is strain 3.
Me : Does everyone knows?
R : ..... count again?
Me : ..........................
MH : (runs around lab educating which is 3 and which is 4)
2 hours later....
Me : I can't count anymore. My eyes are hurting!
MH : (eyes glazed) Umm.
Me : I'll go plot fluorometre graphs.
5 hours later....
MH : Red - 3. Big - 35. Strain4 - 13. Next dilution, red - 7. Big - 28. Strain 4 - 12....
R : (scribbles furiously)
Me : Excuse me, which hour are you at?
MH : 12h.
Me : ...then 24h and 48h..?
MH : (eyes glazed) Not done.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 3
In office. Looks at plates in the lab. Turns away and plops into chair.
Me : (peers over at SanSan) Still many plates to count?
SanSan : ... and record. Some of the strains 3 and 4 are not distinguished... have to count again. And some numbers are funny. Need to count.... again...?
Me : (moans)
3 hours later....
Hunched over the lab bench with the largest trolley beside the bench, FULL of stinky agar plates and gross bacteria.
MH : .... Red - 15. Big - 166. Strain 4 - need to count.
Me : (looks up, eyes glassy, and brow furrowed) Eeehhh... but it's TNTC (too numerous to count)
MH : Yea, but the following dilution is under countable range, so we need to count these.
Me : (looks at the tiny colonies despairingly and whines) But they are so tiny and.... so many :'(
MH : ...twelve, thirteen, fourteen,....
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 4
Bleary eyes into the office.
Me : Today no more plates to count, right?
SanSan : We will need to incubate the acid agar plates longer because strain 2 is growing very slow.
Me : ....
1 hour later....
Shal : How's the fluorometre results coming?
Me : Still plotting.
Shal : Okay. The colony counts?
SanSan : Still recording. And plotting.
Shal : Okay.
5 hours later....
Shal : Don't you think we should start discussing the results already?
SanSan : (very sien look) I still have a lot to plot.
Me : (eyes on computer, plotting) Umm.
Shal : Let's discuss tomorrow after lunch?
SanSan : Okay.
Me : (still staring at screen) Umm.
3 hours later....
MH : You all want to eat dinner?
Shal : Yea.
Me : (finally lifts face from the computer) Arghh!! How can it not work??!! I need a break from plotting!!!
~~~*~*~*~~~~
Day 5
Morning. Everyone at computer in the office. Agar plates sitting at all the benches and stinking up the lab.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
4 hours later....
LB : Are you all going for lunch?
SanSan : Can help us pack?
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
2 hours later....
Shal : So are we discussing?
SanSan : I still have a lot of graphs to plot. And the numbers are weird! We need someone to re-check the plates.
MH : I'll do it.
Me : We need to take out plates from incubator also right? They are the size of a 10-cent coin now.
MH : Umm. Yea.
Me : Yucks. It smells as disgusting as it looks.
7 hours later....
Shal : So are we discussing?
SanSan : There's still a lot to plot...
Shal : Yea, but....
Me : (brain in screensaver mode) I cannot concentrate already.
Shal : We do it next week, in the morning?
Me : Yes please.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 8
Morning. In office. Agar plates unmoved, stench in lab is getting unbearable.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
3 hours later....
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
2 hours later....
Shal : We still haven't discuss!!!
Glazed eyes looked up. And back down on computer screen.
Shal : .....
2 hours later....
Shal : Let's just stop plotting first and discuss.
R : Okay.
Me : Okay.
SanSan : You all go ahead. I need to finish this plot first. And guess what? We have missing plates.
Shal : ... how?!!
SanSan : Beats me. Can't find them.
6 hours later....
MH : We've been discussing 6 hours in a row.
SanSan : (points at me) She's in screensaver mode already.
Me : I'm not registering anymore. Very tired.
R : Continue tomorrow?
All : Yea.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 9
Morning. In office. Plates still stinking lab.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
4 hours later....
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
3 hours later....
Extensive debate on contamination which lasted almost 4 hours.
Back to plotting.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 10
Morning. In office. Potted plant looking sickly. Must be the stench in the lab.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : Are we discussing?
SanSan : Some of you can go ahead with the discussion....
Shal : Okay, let's.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 11
Morning. P's unhappy.
P : The smell of the lab is awful. Can't you throw the plates yet?
Me : I'll go. (dons face mask and discards all plates in hazard bag) Bleah... stinks so bad.
1 hour later....
Me : The lab's all clean! I enthanol-ed all the benches and the lab!
P : And you are still standing?!
Me : Yea... still sober from all the alcohol! hehe... (looks around in office)
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
6 hours later....
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
~~~*~*~*~~~
Day 12
Morning. In office.
SanSan : (plotting graphs)
Me : (plotting graphs)
Shal : (plotting graphs)
MH : (plotting graphs)
R : (plotting graphs)
3 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
4 hours later....
Plotting and discussion continues.
2 hours later....
Me : I'll never want to do this scale of data mining ever again T_T
Shal : I know what you mean.
SanSan : I want to do experiments! Not plotting graphs T_T
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dialogue's not exactly word-for-word, but you get the idea.
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Work & Play
The past week had been, for no better word to describe, eventful.
For the whole week, my lab colleagues and I had been tremendously busy with the massive experiment in a way we have never quite experienced before. Preparation for the experiment started on Sunday morning and transcended to the execution on early Monday morning. A few delays and stalling resulted in the experiment timepoint beginning at 3pm, which means that we would need to be acquiring data at 3am in the morning. Working in shifts, all of us worked around the clock on Tuesday, and in fact, we actually created a record for working 23hrs non-stop. On that day, I had to juggle a 3-hr class on top of experimentation, and for the first time, I practically slept thru the classes. It's like, I know vividly what the lecturers were saying, but nothing registered in my head. If not for the Shiroi Koibito cookies so kindly given to me by Shiyun-san, I would not only be sleeping but also starving through the classes. But hey, I discovered that I still have the stamina to attend classes even without one night's sleep! But towards the evening, I was already very blur and couldn't think coherently, and I almost fell asleep at the confocal microscope. To keep myself awake and warm (the confocal room is very cold!), I made a little picnic of hot Milo and Julie's peanut butter cookies for my colleague, MH and I. Nevertheless, I was quite proud that I could still carry myself until 1am, close to 24hrs of no sleep, although my colleagues kept pointing out my eyes were practically closed and that I look very sleepy. I must have been very tired, because I actually slept till near mid-noon the next day and through the noisy construction work outside my residential block. Amazing.
The following days were not so bad, even though we did work past midnight, making endless serial dilutions and spread thousands of agar plates, we managed to get through with lots of laughter and support for each other. In fact, we'd probably doubled the speed of agar spreading to 200-300 plates/hr and I've never laughed so hard in my life while aliquoting culture for spreading, thanks to YN and Shal for coming up with the 'word game'. Let's spread more acid agar ya :P
With my experience of staying up 36hrs writing thesis months ago behind me, I had thought this episode is peanuts. However, when I suddenly had breathing difficulties one night after work, I started freaking out. I did not think my body's stress response would be that dramatic, but a constricted airway and tight sensation in the chest told me otherwise. Not wanting to risk collapsing of heart attack or the like, I seeked medical consultation the next morning. I was pretty worried about getting a collapse lung (like sis many years ago) or arrhythmia, but the in-house doctor assured me my lungs were fine and my heart ECG was normal. Phew. Not that I felt really stressed out, my it seems my body had hit a limit somewhere there.
Although we worked hard, we played hard as well. To celebrate my colleagues, YN's, departure to France and P's birthday, the whole lab (i.e. plus supervisor) went out for a dinner on Thursday. We dined at a restaurant called Original Sin, under the recommendation by our supervisor. The restaurant serves excellent mediterranean vegetarian cuisine in a chic ambience. The mood was very relaxing, and we had a great time eating and laughing so hard my facial muscles ached. The food was marvellous beyond words (although fattening!!) as we tried a great variety, with everyone ordering a different main course each. I love outings with the lab because everyone is so much fun to be with.
でも！... we still have to go back counting the thousands of plates we spread the next day after the fun dinner. But with all the data acquisition work done, the pace is no longer as taxing, and what's left to be done is data analysis. So, it'll be another week of experimentation, albeit in front of computer making sense of all the data. However, midway our experiment, we discovered contamination in majority of our samples, and there seem to be a possibility of repeating.... hopefully at a smaller scale.
After a week of hard work, I basically just take weekend off lab (no agar plates for 2 days! *shuts eyes*) By doing that, I meant eating out with friends and eat eat eat. Had dinner with my colleagues on Friday night and then another buffet binge with my friends in Chinatown today to celebrate AM's and HC's bday. I know I'll be paying dearly for all the calorie intake these few days, but I so enjoy eating out with friends and laughing the day away. At anytime, I love being in lab, with my colleagues and friends!
Oh, and Happy Birthday to AM and HC! May you both be blessed with happiness and love!
～みはる～
For the whole week, my lab colleagues and I had been tremendously busy with the massive experiment in a way we have never quite experienced before. Preparation for the experiment started on Sunday morning and transcended to the execution on early Monday morning. A few delays and stalling resulted in the experiment timepoint beginning at 3pm, which means that we would need to be acquiring data at 3am in the morning. Working in shifts, all of us worked around the clock on Tuesday, and in fact, we actually created a record for working 23hrs non-stop. On that day, I had to juggle a 3-hr class on top of experimentation, and for the first time, I practically slept thru the classes. It's like, I know vividly what the lecturers were saying, but nothing registered in my head. If not for the Shiroi Koibito cookies so kindly given to me by Shiyun-san, I would not only be sleeping but also starving through the classes. But hey, I discovered that I still have the stamina to attend classes even without one night's sleep! But towards the evening, I was already very blur and couldn't think coherently, and I almost fell asleep at the confocal microscope. To keep myself awake and warm (the confocal room is very cold!), I made a little picnic of hot Milo and Julie's peanut butter cookies for my colleague, MH and I. Nevertheless, I was quite proud that I could still carry myself until 1am, close to 24hrs of no sleep, although my colleagues kept pointing out my eyes were practically closed and that I look very sleepy. I must have been very tired, because I actually slept till near mid-noon the next day and through the noisy construction work outside my residential block. Amazing.
The following days were not so bad, even though we did work past midnight, making endless serial dilutions and spread thousands of agar plates, we managed to get through with lots of laughter and support for each other. In fact, we'd probably doubled the speed of agar spreading to 200-300 plates/hr and I've never laughed so hard in my life while aliquoting culture for spreading, thanks to YN and Shal for coming up with the 'word game'. Let's spread more acid agar ya :P
With my experience of staying up 36hrs writing thesis months ago behind me, I had thought this episode is peanuts. However, when I suddenly had breathing difficulties one night after work, I started freaking out. I did not think my body's stress response would be that dramatic, but a constricted airway and tight sensation in the chest told me otherwise. Not wanting to risk collapsing of heart attack or the like, I seeked medical consultation the next morning. I was pretty worried about getting a collapse lung (like sis many years ago) or arrhythmia, but the in-house doctor assured me my lungs were fine and my heart ECG was normal. Phew. Not that I felt really stressed out, my it seems my body had hit a limit somewhere there.
Although we worked hard, we played hard as well. To celebrate my colleagues, YN's, departure to France and P's birthday, the whole lab (i.e. plus supervisor) went out for a dinner on Thursday. We dined at a restaurant called Original Sin, under the recommendation by our supervisor. The restaurant serves excellent mediterranean vegetarian cuisine in a chic ambience. The mood was very relaxing, and we had a great time eating and laughing so hard my facial muscles ached. The food was marvellous beyond words (although fattening!!) as we tried a great variety, with everyone ordering a different main course each. I love outings with the lab because everyone is so much fun to be with.
でも！... we still have to go back counting the thousands of plates we spread the next day after the fun dinner. But with all the data acquisition work done, the pace is no longer as taxing, and what's left to be done is data analysis. So, it'll be another week of experimentation, albeit in front of computer making sense of all the data. However, midway our experiment, we discovered contamination in majority of our samples, and there seem to be a possibility of repeating.... hopefully at a smaller scale.
After a week of hard work, I basically just take weekend off lab (no agar plates for 2 days! *shuts eyes*) By doing that, I meant eating out with friends and eat eat eat. Had dinner with my colleagues on Friday night and then another buffet binge with my friends in Chinatown today to celebrate AM's and HC's bday. I know I'll be paying dearly for all the calorie intake these few days, but I so enjoy eating out with friends and laughing the day away. At anytime, I love being in lab, with my colleagues and friends!
Oh, and Happy Birthday to AM and HC! May you both be blessed with happiness and love!
～みはる～
By
Miharu
夏祭り
夕べ２００７年の夏祭りが行ってきました！
日本料理を食べたり、ラムネを飲んだり、金魚すくいとヨーヨー釣りもやりました。
シーユンさんと一緒にしたんので、すごくたのしかった！
いっぱいヨーヨーと金魚も集まったし。。。うれしかった！
なのに、私もシーユンさんも金魚を飼うことができないから、最後に全部四匹もプールに入って戻りました！あのオーガナイザーさん達ちょっとびっくりそうですけど、本当に楽しかったよ。
そして、浴衣がきるの人たちもたくさんいました。
あんなきれいな服も着たいけど、ちょっと高すぎので、できなくて残念でした。
こんなに楽しい祭りはぜひまた来年行きたいです！
The Natsu Matsuri (Summer Festival) held by JAS in Changi was my first and I must say I enjoyed it alot!! Thanks to Shiyun, who got us tickets, was I able to take part in the summer festival.
While waiting for the shuttle bus to ferry us to the Japanese School, we saw a number of Japanese (and maybe locals) donning the yukata (cotton version of summer kimono) complete with geta (wooden clogs) and the squarish tote bag. Urayamashikatta.... We had contemplated wearing the yukata too, but with the exorbitant cost of donning one, we finally went with casual English clothing (i.e. bermudas, khakis, tees)
There was quite a crowd at the festival, but I'm sure it's nothing like the real ones in Japan (where you would have to squeeze most of your way, and queue loooong queues). Anyway, our stomachs demanded attention first, so we made a beeline to the food stalls. Using the coupons, we exchanged it for our main course dinner and drinks. We took bentos and ramune (I like ramune, yay!) and digged into them while 'washing' our eyes with the parade of people in all sorts of interesting yukata. Some donned really pretty prints, but there were very weird dressers too. There was one paper thin guy in sheet-white yukata who fished out a white yoyo... whom we decided is not, umm..., that thing (you know, with the 7th ghost month and everything...).
There were not many games stall up for the festival, but we tried 2 which kept us happy enough. We first tried the Yoyo Tsuri, which means 'fishing yoyo'. Basically, they give you a strand of paper(!) with a metal hook attached to the end and you have to use this hook to fish out the water balloons in a mini swimming pool. The queue leading to this game was incredibly long, but we got all excited at our turn and aimed for the color of the water balloons we wanted. We managed to fish out one each (mine's a blue, and Shiyun's a very pretty murasaki (purple)!!), but the paper tore before we could even attempt to fish for another :( However, we went back for a second round to fish more yoyo's and in the end I went home with 3!
After fishing yoyo's, we joined the long queue for Kin-gyo Sukui, which means 'scooping gold fish'. We were provided with a small plastic bowl and a scoop, which has a thin tracing paper for the filter membrane. Joining the crowd, we squatted beside the pool of tiny, terrified gold fishes and tried to scoop them into the plastic bowl without breaking the paper membrane. It was pretty an impossible task I think, because firstly, paper tears when wet; secondly, the terrified fishes were swimming for their lives away from the scoopers; and lastly, with all the crouching your legs cramp in no time. Nevertheless, I was amazed that we actually managed to scoop up a total of 4 gold fishes, although I kinda cheated abit. By putting both the bowl and the scoop together into the pool, I basically just trapped the fishes into the bowl :P Actually, I kinda felt sorry for the fishes, because for the whole night, they were swimming frantically around the tiny pool in great stress trying to escape all the scoopers.
We were pretty pleased with our catch... until we came to what we were going to do with the 4 fishes. Shiyun suggested I keep them in the lab, but when I thought about the wilting potted plant in my lab, I was sure these swimmers will be facing a death fate. Because neither of us knows how to rear a fish, we finally decided to do a good cause: release the fishes back into the pool. The look on the organizers' faces when we asked to release the fishes back was sufficient to tell me we're the first ones to do so :P However, come to think about it, I don't think it was a good cause afterall... the fishes ended up in another scooper's bowl anyway.
It was all a fun night and fortunately for us, the weather was pleasant. On top of it, I actually bumped into Fujita-sensei! She was all harried running around with her hyperactive son and Itou-sensei's little daughter. In all, I had a great time and if possible, would definitely like to return for the festival next year!
本当に楽しかった！
～みはる～
日本料理を食べたり、ラムネを飲んだり、金魚すくいとヨーヨー釣りもやりました。
シーユンさんと一緒にしたんので、すごくたのしかった！
いっぱいヨーヨーと金魚も集まったし。。。うれしかった！
なのに、私もシーユンさんも金魚を飼うことができないから、最後に全部四匹もプールに入って戻りました！あのオーガナイザーさん達ちょっとびっくりそうですけど、本当に楽しかったよ。
そして、浴衣がきるの人たちもたくさんいました。
あんなきれいな服も着たいけど、ちょっと高すぎので、できなくて残念でした。
こんなに楽しい祭りはぜひまた来年行きたいです！
The Natsu Matsuri (Summer Festival) held by JAS in Changi was my first and I must say I enjoyed it alot!! Thanks to Shiyun, who got us tickets, was I able to take part in the summer festival.
While waiting for the shuttle bus to ferry us to the Japanese School, we saw a number of Japanese (and maybe locals) donning the yukata (cotton version of summer kimono) complete with geta (wooden clogs) and the squarish tote bag. Urayamashikatta.... We had contemplated wearing the yukata too, but with the exorbitant cost of donning one, we finally went with casual English clothing (i.e. bermudas, khakis, tees)
There was quite a crowd at the festival, but I'm sure it's nothing like the real ones in Japan (where you would have to squeeze most of your way, and queue loooong queues). Anyway, our stomachs demanded attention first, so we made a beeline to the food stalls. Using the coupons, we exchanged it for our main course dinner and drinks. We took bentos and ramune (I like ramune, yay!) and digged into them while 'washing' our eyes with the parade of people in all sorts of interesting yukata. Some donned really pretty prints, but there were very weird dressers too. There was one paper thin guy in sheet-white yukata who fished out a white yoyo... whom we decided is not, umm..., that thing (you know, with the 7th ghost month and everything...).
There were not many games stall up for the festival, but we tried 2 which kept us happy enough. We first tried the Yoyo Tsuri, which means 'fishing yoyo'. Basically, they give you a strand of paper(!) with a metal hook attached to the end and you have to use this hook to fish out the water balloons in a mini swimming pool. The queue leading to this game was incredibly long, but we got all excited at our turn and aimed for the color of the water balloons we wanted. We managed to fish out one each (mine's a blue, and Shiyun's a very pretty murasaki (purple)!!), but the paper tore before we could even attempt to fish for another :( However, we went back for a second round to fish more yoyo's and in the end I went home with 3!
After fishing yoyo's, we joined the long queue for Kin-gyo Sukui, which means 'scooping gold fish'. We were provided with a small plastic bowl and a scoop, which has a thin tracing paper for the filter membrane. Joining the crowd, we squatted beside the pool of tiny, terrified gold fishes and tried to scoop them into the plastic bowl without breaking the paper membrane. It was pretty an impossible task I think, because firstly, paper tears when wet; secondly, the terrified fishes were swimming for their lives away from the scoopers; and lastly, with all the crouching your legs cramp in no time. Nevertheless, I was amazed that we actually managed to scoop up a total of 4 gold fishes, although I kinda cheated abit. By putting both the bowl and the scoop together into the pool, I basically just trapped the fishes into the bowl :P Actually, I kinda felt sorry for the fishes, because for the whole night, they were swimming frantically around the tiny pool in great stress trying to escape all the scoopers.
We were pretty pleased with our catch... until we came to what we were going to do with the 4 fishes. Shiyun suggested I keep them in the lab, but when I thought about the wilting potted plant in my lab, I was sure these swimmers will be facing a death fate. Because neither of us knows how to rear a fish, we finally decided to do a good cause: release the fishes back into the pool. The look on the organizers' faces when we asked to release the fishes back was sufficient to tell me we're the first ones to do so :P However, come to think about it, I don't think it was a good cause afterall... the fishes ended up in another scooper's bowl anyway.
It was all a fun night and fortunately for us, the weather was pleasant. On top of it, I actually bumped into Fujita-sensei! She was all harried running around with her hyperactive son and Itou-sensei's little daughter. In all, I had a great time and if possible, would definitely like to return for the festival next year!
本当に楽しかった！
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Lazy Saturday
Today's a one-day breather from my tightly packed schedule stretched over these two weeks. I've been juggling classes, seminars, planning and executing complex experiments, data analyses, and social life in a manner I could only best describe as phrenetic. Monday saw me running from lab to office to class to cafeteria to office again to lab again. I've even broke my personal record for staying back working past midnight and spreading some 200++ agar plates with a colleague in a neck-breaking speed of 100 plates/hour. The massive data collected demanded analyses on the day after, as I run from lab to office to class to lab again. As the analyses were going on, another massive experiment planning was underway.
Although it had been a very busy week, it had been fun because I get to work closely with my colleagues and learnt many new things. I get to understand the joy of team-working, the frustrations of managing task delegation, the emotional implications of working with people coming from different training and background. I also get to brush up my techinques with the equipments I was not so familiar with, and appreciate the pains of preparing for a humongous experiment and the analyses that follows.
In fact, the mother of all experiments will commence tomorrow. This experiment is so large scale it involves the entire lab and several days of prior preparation. We made agar plates in thousands, and prepared tubes in thousands. I've never made so much agar or aliquoted so many tubes a day in my life! For the entire day, everyone in the lab was efficiently manouvering back and forth the lab and the autoclave room mixing agar, sterilizing agar, pouring agar, drying agar, packing agar. Nevertheless, I find the scale of the experiment exciting and am really looking forward to (another tiring but fun) next week.
Although I had been very occupied with my work, I tried to make time for socializing with my friends. Somehow, after graduation, meeting them (university mates) was not as easy as before, and it seems to take a little more effort to keep in touch with them. Probably it had been that way, but I didn't feel the impact of it until my previous housemates and I started living apart. Previously, they will somehow be just in the next room, or in the kitchen, or simply just in the house. Now that we no longer live together, we can only see each other in the weekends, when we are not occupied with work or other things. The same goes to my coursemates. No longer are there the days we see each other in class or grab lunch together. When the emptiness encroahes, it makes me feel quite sad and lonely because it makes acquaintance seem so superficial. Out of sight, out of mind..kind of thing.
Last weekend, a friend had organized an alumnus gathering, and I was glad to have attended it. I get to meet with friends I have not seen for a long time, and had a great talk with friends I had so enjoyed their company all these while. It served to remind me that I still have ties with many people whom I have not been keeping in touch with. It makes me realize that I should put aside time to meet with with them once in a while, no matter how busy I would become. Because being with friends makes me feel like I have life apart from work. Which is why, tonight I'll be going to Natsu Matsuri with Shiyun-san!!
So excuse me while I soak in the remaining of my lazy Saturday....
～みはる～
Although it had been a very busy week, it had been fun because I get to work closely with my colleagues and learnt many new things. I get to understand the joy of team-working, the frustrations of managing task delegation, the emotional implications of working with people coming from different training and background. I also get to brush up my techinques with the equipments I was not so familiar with, and appreciate the pains of preparing for a humongous experiment and the analyses that follows.
In fact, the mother of all experiments will commence tomorrow. This experiment is so large scale it involves the entire lab and several days of prior preparation. We made agar plates in thousands, and prepared tubes in thousands. I've never made so much agar or aliquoted so many tubes a day in my life! For the entire day, everyone in the lab was efficiently manouvering back and forth the lab and the autoclave room mixing agar, sterilizing agar, pouring agar, drying agar, packing agar. Nevertheless, I find the scale of the experiment exciting and am really looking forward to (another tiring but fun) next week.
Although I had been very occupied with my work, I tried to make time for socializing with my friends. Somehow, after graduation, meeting them (university mates) was not as easy as before, and it seems to take a little more effort to keep in touch with them. Probably it had been that way, but I didn't feel the impact of it until my previous housemates and I started living apart. Previously, they will somehow be just in the next room, or in the kitchen, or simply just in the house. Now that we no longer live together, we can only see each other in the weekends, when we are not occupied with work or other things. The same goes to my coursemates. No longer are there the days we see each other in class or grab lunch together. When the emptiness encroahes, it makes me feel quite sad and lonely because it makes acquaintance seem so superficial. Out of sight, out of mind..kind of thing.
Last weekend, a friend had organized an alumnus gathering, and I was glad to have attended it. I get to meet with friends I have not seen for a long time, and had a great talk with friends I had so enjoyed their company all these while. It served to remind me that I still have ties with many people whom I have not been keeping in touch with. It makes me realize that I should put aside time to meet with with them once in a while, no matter how busy I would become. Because being with friends makes me feel like I have life apart from work. Which is why, tonight I'll be going to Natsu Matsuri with Shiyun-san!!
So excuse me while I soak in the remaining of my lazy Saturday....
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Musings
Humility is the path to understanding.
Understanding is the root of compassion.
Compassion is the source of peace.
Peace perpetuates love.
Love grants us the joy of living.
～みはる～
Understanding is the root of compassion.
Compassion is the source of peace.
Peace perpetuates love.
Love grants us the joy of living.
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Spitz - Robinson
I can never quite understand how certain songs have titles that are never mentioned in the lyrics of the song itself. Think Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.
Of late, I've been addicted to songs by Spitz and I find one song particularly nice. It's named "Robinson" from their 1995 Honey album. When I read the lyrics, nowhere did the title name "Robinson" appear throughout the whole song. In fact, I don't know how "Robinson" is related to the meaning of the song, or what "Robinson" means at all. You can read the kanji and tell me. In the meantime, the song's on repeat mode in my playlist.
Romaji here
～みはる～
Of late, I've been addicted to songs by Spitz and I find one song particularly nice. It's named "Robinson" from their 1995 Honey album. When I read the lyrics, nowhere did the title name "Robinson" appear throughout the whole song. In fact, I don't know how "Robinson" is related to the meaning of the song, or what "Robinson" means at all. You can read the kanji and tell me. In the meantime, the song's on repeat mode in my playlist.
ロビンソン
(Robinson)
新しい季節は なぜかせつない日々で
かわらの道を自転車で 走る君を追い変えた
思い出のレコードと大げさなエピソードを
疲れた方にぶら下げて しかめ面まぶしそうに
同じセリフ同じ時 思わず口にするような
ありふれたこの魔法で 作り上げたよう
誰も触れない 二人だけの国
君の手を離さぬように
大きな力で 空に浮かべたら
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
片隅に捨てられて 呼吸をやめない猫も
どこか似ている 抱き上げて 無理やりにほほ寄せるよ
いつもの交差点で 見上げた丸い窓は
うすよごれてる ぎりぎりの みかずきも僕を見てた
待ち伏せた夢のほとり 驚いた君の瞳
そして僕ら今ここで 生まれ変わるよ
誰も触れない 二人だけの国
終わらない歌ばら撒いて
大きな力で 空に浮かべたら
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
大きな力で 空に浮かべたら
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
(Robinson)
新しい季節は なぜかせつない日々で
かわらの道を自転車で 走る君を追い変えた
思い出のレコードと大げさなエピソードを
疲れた方にぶら下げて しかめ面まぶしそうに
同じセリフ同じ時 思わず口にするような
ありふれたこの魔法で 作り上げたよう
誰も触れない 二人だけの国
君の手を離さぬように
大きな力で 空に浮かべたら
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
片隅に捨てられて 呼吸をやめない猫も
どこか似ている 抱き上げて 無理やりにほほ寄せるよ
いつもの交差点で 見上げた丸い窓は
うすよごれてる ぎりぎりの みかずきも僕を見てた
待ち伏せた夢のほとり 驚いた君の瞳
そして僕ら今ここで 生まれ変わるよ
誰も触れない 二人だけの国
終わらない歌ばら撒いて
大きな力で 空に浮かべたら
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
大きな力で 空に浮かべたら
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
ルララ宇宙の風に乗る
Romaji here
～みはる～
By
Miharu
In breve
Gomen. I know I've been not blogging for a looong time.
Two excuses: (i) very lazy, and (ii) very busy.
The latter is hardly an excuse... it's a fact. Anyway, lots of things had happened, and I can't possibly detail them in one post, so I'll take the short cut and do it in breve.
I'm hardly a cinema person. The number of times I've stepped into a cinema in my entire life has got to be less than 20. But when I was back home for vacation, I could not resist paying the few bucks to watch Transformers The Movie. And I did not regret it. One of the greatest action movie I've seen. And, oh, the nostalgia. Watching the movie transported me back to my childhood days of Transformers the cartoon, Thundercats, Smurfs etc. Now where is my Optimus Prime toy figure....
My two week holiday in my hometown was the last of my break before commencing my PhD studies. It had been a terribly short, but enjoyable time..... slacking and eating. Come to think about it, I always eat alot when going back home. This time though, we made a weekend trip to KL and stayed in a 5-star hotel at corporate rate and stuffed ourselves mad with good food at every meal. Can't tell you how much I enjoy eating, shopping, and lounging in such luxurious setting for the weekend. Thanks to Mum and her dunno-wat-it's-called membership card.
Since it's the last break before PhD (no term break okay!) commences, I made a point to satisfy my culinary desires to the maximum. Fluffy eggs tarts and exquisite dim sum from Golden Phoenix, Hokkien Mee and Laksa from Pulau Tikus, Spaghetti Aglia Olio from Dome, Korokke from Kirishima, Bak Hu Roti from Uncle at the padang, Yellow-Skin durians from Balik Pulau Ah Pek, Roti Canai from Bt Jambul... I probably ate 4 years' worth of Penang food in two weeks. Once research starts, there'll be hardly time for going home and dig in culinary heaven.
After one month of scouting around for supervisors and projects, I finally made a very difficult decision to return to the lab I was attached for my thesis project. There were alot of factors which I painfully mulled over in choosing a lab for my PhD, but in the end, I decided to work with people I felt would be most enjoyable working with. It was a relief to be released from the heavy-duty decision-making and thinking, and I made a promise to myself that once I had made my decision, I will never look back and will put all my effort to make this coming 4 years an enriching experience.
I was pleasantly welcomed to the lab, because my supervisor was very enthusiastic to have me on board, and all the staff in the lab were equally as warm. On the week I returned to the lab, we had a small party after a meeting to (in parallel) celebrate a colleague's birthday, welcome a new staff and myself to the lab, and to send off two attachment students who will be terminating their internship in the lab. It was really fun, chortling and laughing, and I totally felt at home in the lab.
I would be lying if I said I did not feel a teeny weeny bit unsure or insecure about my decision to do PhD, but an incident last week erased every remnant of this insecurity. It was on an evening approximately 1.5 weeks after I went back to doing lab work.
I was doing data analysis on my computer when my phone rang, and when I answered the call, to my great surprise, it was from the HR of a multinational company. The manager had received my CV from the university and was inclined to recruit me into their company. She first gave a brief promotion about the company and the benefits, i.e. competitive salary and positions, and then asked whether I'm already attached to a company. When I told her I am continuing my postgraduate studies, she sounded surprise, and then instinctively asked, "Masters?.." I said, "No, doctoral," and could literally hear her gasp in astonishment. I was like, 'okay... what's so weird about it'. But it seems she was impressed with my direct-PhD-from-Bachelor programme, and was even more impressed when she found out I was sponsored to do this PhD programme. I didn't think this was all that impressive: considering many Bachelors can do direct PhD and most, if not all, the graduate students in my school are sponsored to do PhD. It is nothing out of ordinary, but it seemed people from the industry like her find it otherwise.
Then it occured to me, hey, PhD is a great choice afterall! I'm doing what I like to do, and people from the industry are actually finding it impressive. So maybe that can be a good selling point upon graduation? Hmmm. After a little talk, she told me to give them a call after graduation, and I went like, 'whoa, can k.i.v. so long one ah?'. But it's kinda nice to know that there is a great value in doing PhD now, and it actually makes me feel glad and proud to be doing PhD now.
I didn't know my neighbours owed loan shark money. A few days ago, I was in my room doing data analysis (again) when I heard a voice talking over the phone outside my room in the corridor. I peered out and to my shock, there's a fully armed policeman patrolling the corridor at my door front, all the while talking into his cellphone. I freaked out, afraid that this is one bogus cop with a real gun and ready to attack me outside my door. But he was just patrolling up and down, so I thought maybe some neighbours had complaints and stuff.
But he patrolled for some time, and I became pretty scared, so I ran to the living room to shut all doors and windows. After a while, I heard more voices, but they stopped after my neighbour returned. When my housemate came back, I informed him about the patrolling police and he said it likely our neighbour owed loan shark money. I didn't believe him until he showed me the graffiti on the wall of the stairwell next to our apartment. It has the name of our neighbour scribbled in purple chalk, along with his house unit number, phone number and a demand for money back. My face paled upon seeing such graffiti for the first time. I've only seen such things on newspaper reports and dramas.... never expected it to be outside my room wall.
Thanks to my university sponsoring a symphonic performance, I have a little orchestra madness lately. Last Friday, the Sg Symphonic Orchestra (SSO) was invited to perform in our auditorium, and I took the chance to experience my first live orchestra concert. Admission was free, and the best part is they had a line-up of songs I would love to listen:
Tchaikovsky's Romeo & Juliet: Fantasy Overture
Sarasate's Carmen's Fantasy (violin solo by a very talented violinist)
Alfven's Midsummer's Vigil
I was very excited about watching the orchestra, and very receptive of symphonic music too, thanks to the influence of Nodame Cantabile drama. And boy, did I enjoyed the performance. It was superb. In the auditorium, it's like watching Nodame Cantabile live. The orchestra was fantastic and watching the conductor, it was something like watching Tamaki Hiroshi doing the conducting scene, although this conductor is the real deal of course. I loved every song they played, especially Sarasate's Carmen Fantasy. The violin solo was captivating.
This led me to enthusiastically inviting friends to watch their next act on Sunday, in the Botanic Gardens. In the end, I towed WW, CS and my sister to the Botanic Gardens to listen to classical music in the park. It's my first outdoor classical concert experience, and although I could complain alot about the sound quality (it's bad acoustics without the auditorium walls!), it was nevertheless enjoyable. Of course, such enjoyment did not come without the pains of getting to the park itself. I have never been to the Botanic Gardens, let alone knowing how to get there. In the end, WW and I got lost after taking public transportation based on the streetdirectory.com recommendations, where the bus left us in the middle of a very busy highway, and without walking directions to the park. We finally took a taxi into the garden, which was actually just a turning away from the location we flagged the taxi. I didn't know whether the joke was on us or the irritated taxi driver.
I have been very busy since Day1 of my return to the lab. My supervisor is now in the writing for paper publishing and since my thesis project was in some (remote) way related, I was made to be included in the paper publishing team. Hence, I've been very busy doing experiments to collect more comprehensive and concrete data, which explains the endless data analysis I had to do over these few weeks. Furthermore, I've been orientating and working with the new post-doc on my official PhD project, which is on a pathogenic bacteria, hence all the starting up work has been taking up my time and energy too. It's like, a month ago, I was basically doing nothing, rotting at home, but now I'm so occupied with work that all I want to do when I reach my room is to fall on bed and sleep. However, I can't help but feel fulfilled having a purpose to look forward to each day and I hope to keep up this positivity for the following years.
Okay, this is the extend I will backlog for today. Hopefully, I will have time to drop in again soon... if I'm not doing data analysis, that is.
～みはる～
Two excuses: (i) very lazy, and (ii) very busy.
The latter is hardly an excuse... it's a fact. Anyway, lots of things had happened, and I can't possibly detail them in one post, so I'll take the short cut and do it in breve.
- Transformers The Movie
I'm hardly a cinema person. The number of times I've stepped into a cinema in my entire life has got to be less than 20. But when I was back home for vacation, I could not resist paying the few bucks to watch Transformers The Movie. And I did not regret it. One of the greatest action movie I've seen. And, oh, the nostalgia. Watching the movie transported me back to my childhood days of Transformers the cartoon, Thundercats, Smurfs etc. Now where is my Optimus Prime toy figure....
- Pre-PhD break
My two week holiday in my hometown was the last of my break before commencing my PhD studies. It had been a terribly short, but enjoyable time..... slacking and eating. Come to think about it, I always eat alot when going back home. This time though, we made a weekend trip to KL and stayed in a 5-star hotel at corporate rate and stuffed ourselves mad with good food at every meal. Can't tell you how much I enjoy eating, shopping, and lounging in such luxurious setting for the weekend. Thanks to Mum and her dunno-wat-it's-called membership card.
Since it's the last break before PhD (no term break okay!) commences, I made a point to satisfy my culinary desires to the maximum. Fluffy eggs tarts and exquisite dim sum from Golden Phoenix, Hokkien Mee and Laksa from Pulau Tikus, Spaghetti Aglia Olio from Dome, Korokke from Kirishima, Bak Hu Roti from Uncle at the padang, Yellow-Skin durians from Balik Pulau Ah Pek, Roti Canai from Bt Jambul... I probably ate 4 years' worth of Penang food in two weeks. Once research starts, there'll be hardly time for going home and dig in culinary heaven.
- PhD
After one month of scouting around for supervisors and projects, I finally made a very difficult decision to return to the lab I was attached for my thesis project. There were alot of factors which I painfully mulled over in choosing a lab for my PhD, but in the end, I decided to work with people I felt would be most enjoyable working with. It was a relief to be released from the heavy-duty decision-making and thinking, and I made a promise to myself that once I had made my decision, I will never look back and will put all my effort to make this coming 4 years an enriching experience.
I was pleasantly welcomed to the lab, because my supervisor was very enthusiastic to have me on board, and all the staff in the lab were equally as warm. On the week I returned to the lab, we had a small party after a meeting to (in parallel) celebrate a colleague's birthday, welcome a new staff and myself to the lab, and to send off two attachment students who will be terminating their internship in the lab. It was really fun, chortling and laughing, and I totally felt at home in the lab.
- Head-hunted
I would be lying if I said I did not feel a teeny weeny bit unsure or insecure about my decision to do PhD, but an incident last week erased every remnant of this insecurity. It was on an evening approximately 1.5 weeks after I went back to doing lab work.
I was doing data analysis on my computer when my phone rang, and when I answered the call, to my great surprise, it was from the HR of a multinational company. The manager had received my CV from the university and was inclined to recruit me into their company. She first gave a brief promotion about the company and the benefits, i.e. competitive salary and positions, and then asked whether I'm already attached to a company. When I told her I am continuing my postgraduate studies, she sounded surprise, and then instinctively asked, "Masters?.." I said, "No, doctoral," and could literally hear her gasp in astonishment. I was like, 'okay... what's so weird about it'. But it seems she was impressed with my direct-PhD-from-Bachelor programme, and was even more impressed when she found out I was sponsored to do this PhD programme. I didn't think this was all that impressive: considering many Bachelors can do direct PhD and most, if not all, the graduate students in my school are sponsored to do PhD. It is nothing out of ordinary, but it seemed people from the industry like her find it otherwise.
Then it occured to me, hey, PhD is a great choice afterall! I'm doing what I like to do, and people from the industry are actually finding it impressive. So maybe that can be a good selling point upon graduation? Hmmm. After a little talk, she told me to give them a call after graduation, and I went like, 'whoa, can k.i.v. so long one ah?'. But it's kinda nice to know that there is a great value in doing PhD now, and it actually makes me feel glad and proud to be doing PhD now.
- Loan-sharker and loan-sharkee
I didn't know my neighbours owed loan shark money. A few days ago, I was in my room doing data analysis (again) when I heard a voice talking over the phone outside my room in the corridor. I peered out and to my shock, there's a fully armed policeman patrolling the corridor at my door front, all the while talking into his cellphone. I freaked out, afraid that this is one bogus cop with a real gun and ready to attack me outside my door. But he was just patrolling up and down, so I thought maybe some neighbours had complaints and stuff.
But he patrolled for some time, and I became pretty scared, so I ran to the living room to shut all doors and windows. After a while, I heard more voices, but they stopped after my neighbour returned. When my housemate came back, I informed him about the patrolling police and he said it likely our neighbour owed loan shark money. I didn't believe him until he showed me the graffiti on the wall of the stairwell next to our apartment. It has the name of our neighbour scribbled in purple chalk, along with his house unit number, phone number and a demand for money back. My face paled upon seeing such graffiti for the first time. I've only seen such things on newspaper reports and dramas.... never expected it to be outside my room wall.
- Orchestra concert
Thanks to my university sponsoring a symphonic performance, I have a little orchestra madness lately. Last Friday, the Sg Symphonic Orchestra (SSO) was invited to perform in our auditorium, and I took the chance to experience my first live orchestra concert. Admission was free, and the best part is they had a line-up of songs I would love to listen:
Tchaikovsky's Romeo & Juliet: Fantasy Overture
Sarasate's Carmen's Fantasy (violin solo by a very talented violinist)
Alfven's Midsummer's Vigil
I was very excited about watching the orchestra, and very receptive of symphonic music too, thanks to the influence of Nodame Cantabile drama. And boy, did I enjoyed the performance. It was superb. In the auditorium, it's like watching Nodame Cantabile live. The orchestra was fantastic and watching the conductor, it was something like watching Tamaki Hiroshi doing the conducting scene, although this conductor is the real deal of course. I loved every song they played, especially Sarasate's Carmen Fantasy. The violin solo was captivating.
This led me to enthusiastically inviting friends to watch their next act on Sunday, in the Botanic Gardens. In the end, I towed WW, CS and my sister to the Botanic Gardens to listen to classical music in the park. It's my first outdoor classical concert experience, and although I could complain alot about the sound quality (it's bad acoustics without the auditorium walls!), it was nevertheless enjoyable. Of course, such enjoyment did not come without the pains of getting to the park itself. I have never been to the Botanic Gardens, let alone knowing how to get there. In the end, WW and I got lost after taking public transportation based on the streetdirectory.com recommendations, where the bus left us in the middle of a very busy highway, and without walking directions to the park. We finally took a taxi into the garden, which was actually just a turning away from the location we flagged the taxi. I didn't know whether the joke was on us or the irritated taxi driver.
- Research life
I have been very busy since Day1 of my return to the lab. My supervisor is now in the writing for paper publishing and since my thesis project was in some (remote) way related, I was made to be included in the paper publishing team. Hence, I've been very busy doing experiments to collect more comprehensive and concrete data, which explains the endless data analysis I had to do over these few weeks. Furthermore, I've been orientating and working with the new post-doc on my official PhD project, which is on a pathogenic bacteria, hence all the starting up work has been taking up my time and energy too. It's like, a month ago, I was basically doing nothing, rotting at home, but now I'm so occupied with work that all I want to do when I reach my room is to fall on bed and sleep. However, I can't help but feel fulfilled having a purpose to look forward to each day and I hope to keep up this positivity for the following years.
Okay, this is the extend I will backlog for today. Hopefully, I will have time to drop in again soon... if I'm not doing data analysis, that is.
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Losing streak
I'm on a losing streak. No, it's not like in a race or something. I'm losing expensive possessions.
First, my 10-month-old standing fan decided to terminate its services on a freaking hot July day, leaving me in the sweltering heat and an inch closer to exploding in frustration. The heat was (and still is) terribly unpleasant, and it didn't help that the electrical stores around the vicinity all ran out of stocks due to the maniac shoppers sweeping up all the appliances in the pre-GST hike sale over the weekend. It's the worst timing ever; but my fan died and I had to travel all the way downtown to get a replacement. In the end, I forked out up to $50 to get a new fan and to transport it back to my apartment at the other end of the country. But, it seems, losing the fan wasn't the worst that could happen.
Yesterday morning, I lost my 4-Gigabyte mp3 player to a petty thief. I had taken a 10-hr night bus back to my hometown, and upon reaching the bus terminal, I was still asleep. Jolted awake from the glaring lights, I groggily and hurriedly gathered my blanket and bag and alighted the bus without checking my seat. As I walked away from the bus, I saw a male passenger (from my bus) glancing at my direction, but did not think too much about it. Until I was approximately 15m away from the bus, I realized I had left my mp3 player on my seat. At that moment, I became very frantic (and WIDE awake) and started running back to the bus to retrieve it. Much to my horror, it was no longer on my seat. I started searching the bus frantically, but it just wasn't there!! Which is not possible IF no one had taken it!! I became terribly upset as the bus driver told me probably the last passenger had taken it. As the second last person to alight the bus, I recalled the last person to get off was the man who had glance in my direction when I walked away. Getting off the bus, I scanned the bus terminal frantically for the man, but he was gone! I ran up to the bus counter to check if he had dropped it in the lost and found, but there was none! That guy had stolen my player! And he knew it was my possession because he saw me leaving the bus and the player on my seat. And he just stole it! The thought that he intentionally stole it and did not return the player to me when he so obviously could have upset me so much I started sobbing. How could someone be so mean?????? It's a shame a fellow Malaysian had stooped so low!
I wasn't that upset about losing the player, but rather all the files inside the player. And it really angered me that such petty, shallow and uncivilized individual existed. For stealing something so important to me, I hope he rots in hell.
That b*****d ruined homecoming day.
～みはる～
First, my 10-month-old standing fan decided to terminate its services on a freaking hot July day, leaving me in the sweltering heat and an inch closer to exploding in frustration. The heat was (and still is) terribly unpleasant, and it didn't help that the electrical stores around the vicinity all ran out of stocks due to the maniac shoppers sweeping up all the appliances in the pre-GST hike sale over the weekend. It's the worst timing ever; but my fan died and I had to travel all the way downtown to get a replacement. In the end, I forked out up to $50 to get a new fan and to transport it back to my apartment at the other end of the country. But, it seems, losing the fan wasn't the worst that could happen.
Yesterday morning, I lost my 4-Gigabyte mp3 player to a petty thief. I had taken a 10-hr night bus back to my hometown, and upon reaching the bus terminal, I was still asleep. Jolted awake from the glaring lights, I groggily and hurriedly gathered my blanket and bag and alighted the bus without checking my seat. As I walked away from the bus, I saw a male passenger (from my bus) glancing at my direction, but did not think too much about it. Until I was approximately 15m away from the bus, I realized I had left my mp3 player on my seat. At that moment, I became very frantic (and WIDE awake) and started running back to the bus to retrieve it. Much to my horror, it was no longer on my seat. I started searching the bus frantically, but it just wasn't there!! Which is not possible IF no one had taken it!! I became terribly upset as the bus driver told me probably the last passenger had taken it. As the second last person to alight the bus, I recalled the last person to get off was the man who had glance in my direction when I walked away. Getting off the bus, I scanned the bus terminal frantically for the man, but he was gone! I ran up to the bus counter to check if he had dropped it in the lost and found, but there was none! That guy had stolen my player! And he knew it was my possession because he saw me leaving the bus and the player on my seat. And he just stole it! The thought that he intentionally stole it and did not return the player to me when he so obviously could have upset me so much I started sobbing. How could someone be so mean?????? It's a shame a fellow Malaysian had stooped so low!
I wasn't that upset about losing the player, but rather all the files inside the player. And it really angered me that such petty, shallow and uncivilized individual existed. For stealing something so important to me, I hope he rots in hell.
That b*****d ruined homecoming day.
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Top of the World
I got bitten by the Retro Bug.
Yes, I was watching FRIENDS Season 1: The One With The Blackout, and there's this scene where Phoebe, Monica and Joey were singing to The Carpenters' classic hit, Top of the World. Not only does the song now keep playing on repeat mode in my playlist, I even dig out a few other retro hits by Jim Croce, Whitney Houston and Elton John!
Here's the lyrics to The Carpenters' Top of The World. It is one very successful hit as it topped not only the US and UK music charts, but also four times on Japan's Oricon!!
By the way, did anyone know that Karen Carpenter (the vocalist) died of a condition related to anorexia??
～みはる～
Yes, I was watching FRIENDS Season 1: The One With The Blackout, and there's this scene where Phoebe, Monica and Joey were singing to The Carpenters' classic hit, Top of the World. Not only does the song now keep playing on repeat mode in my playlist, I even dig out a few other retro hits by Jim Croce, Whitney Houston and Elton John!
Here's the lyrics to The Carpenters' Top of The World. It is one very successful hit as it topped not only the US and UK music charts, but also four times on Japan's Oricon!!
By the way, did anyone know that Karen Carpenter (the vocalist) died of a condition related to anorexia??
Top of the World
Performed by The Carpenters
Such a feelin's comin' over me
There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see
Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes
And I won't be surprised if it's a dream
Everything I want the world to be
Is now comin' true especially for me
And the reason is clear, it's because you are here
You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
Somethin' in the wind has learned my name
And it's tellin' me that things are not the same
In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me
There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find
That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me
All I need will be mine if you are here
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
Performed by The Carpenters
Such a feelin's comin' over me
There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see
Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes
And I won't be surprised if it's a dream
Everything I want the world to be
Is now comin' true especially for me
And the reason is clear, it's because you are here
You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
Somethin' in the wind has learned my name
And it's tellin' me that things are not the same
In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me
There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find
That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me
All I need will be mine if you are here
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
～みはる～
By
Miharu
涙そうそう
I dig inflight entertainment. Especially on long flights. This time around, I managed to sample one really good movie during my flight from Tokyo. It's a Japanese movie released in 2006, entitled, "Nada Sou Sou" (i.e. Tears for You).
I initially had no idea who the lead actor and actress were, who by the way are Tsumabaki Satoshi and Nagasawa Masami respectively. Apparently Tsumabaki came from the Waterboys fame, but I didn't watch Waterboys so I didn't know. Anyway, the point is that I think both of them did a really good job in acting out the complex sibling relationship in Nada Sou Sou. Especially Tsumabaki with his role as Yota. The story is quite appropriately paced and the graphics were especially good, the gorgeous blue sky and the whole Okinawan feel. All these factors combined into a moving story which had me reaching for the tissues, even when I was watching the re-runs!
Nada Sou Sou tells about the deep affection between two not-blood-related siblings, elder brother Yota (Tsumabaki Satoshi) and younger sister Kaoru (Nagasawa Masami). Yota's mother remarried when he was 8, to a carefree trumpeter, who has a 3-yr old daughter from his previous marriage. This new dad apparently isn't very responsible and left the Okinawan paradise for the main island of Kyuushu without any explaination whatsoever (what a jerk). This leaves Kaoru under the care of two people who aren't her blood relatives, but fortunately for her, they loved her just as much. Soon, Yota's mother couldn't take the pain of being dumped by her trumpeter husband and died of some illness. At her deathbed, she made Yota promise her that he would protect Kaoru and take care of her with all his heart. It was a promise Yota took to heart and for the years after his mother's death, Yota was fiercely protective of Kaoru.
However, as they turn into young adults, they began to realize that they meant the world to each other. So much that Kaoru did not simply see Yota as a protective brother anymore, but as an individual whom she truly loves with all her heart. Similarly, while Yota had protected Kaoru all his life as a sister, he soon discovers that she meant the world to him. Yota's sacrifices for Kaoru was very well played out by Tsumabaki. My favorite scene is when Kaoru packed her bags and left their little hut even though she knew well she didn't want to leave. When Yota failed to suppress his tears from her thanking him for his sacrifices, I started to bawl my eyes out.
This is one movie I recommend for great acting, tropical setting and soothing theme song. The song performed at the end of the movie by Natsukawa Rimi, also titled Nada Sou Sou, is an Okinawan folk song so beautiful it lasted in my playlist for weeks. It's one movie I think you should check out, and it's even better if you understand Japanese. The Okinawan slang is pretty endearing!
Official site 涙そうそう
Lyrics from Encyclopedia Knowledge
～みはる～
I initially had no idea who the lead actor and actress were, who by the way are Tsumabaki Satoshi and Nagasawa Masami respectively. Apparently Tsumabaki came from the Waterboys fame, but I didn't watch Waterboys so I didn't know. Anyway, the point is that I think both of them did a really good job in acting out the complex sibling relationship in Nada Sou Sou. Especially Tsumabaki with his role as Yota. The story is quite appropriately paced and the graphics were especially good, the gorgeous blue sky and the whole Okinawan feel. All these factors combined into a moving story which had me reaching for the tissues, even when I was watching the re-runs!
Nada Sou Sou tells about the deep affection between two not-blood-related siblings, elder brother Yota (Tsumabaki Satoshi) and younger sister Kaoru (Nagasawa Masami). Yota's mother remarried when he was 8, to a carefree trumpeter, who has a 3-yr old daughter from his previous marriage. This new dad apparently isn't very responsible and left the Okinawan paradise for the main island of Kyuushu without any explaination whatsoever (what a jerk). This leaves Kaoru under the care of two people who aren't her blood relatives, but fortunately for her, they loved her just as much. Soon, Yota's mother couldn't take the pain of being dumped by her trumpeter husband and died of some illness. At her deathbed, she made Yota promise her that he would protect Kaoru and take care of her with all his heart. It was a promise Yota took to heart and for the years after his mother's death, Yota was fiercely protective of Kaoru.
However, as they turn into young adults, they began to realize that they meant the world to each other. So much that Kaoru did not simply see Yota as a protective brother anymore, but as an individual whom she truly loves with all her heart. Similarly, while Yota had protected Kaoru all his life as a sister, he soon discovers that she meant the world to him. Yota's sacrifices for Kaoru was very well played out by Tsumabaki. My favorite scene is when Kaoru packed her bags and left their little hut even though she knew well she didn't want to leave. When Yota failed to suppress his tears from her thanking him for his sacrifices, I started to bawl my eyes out.
This is one movie I recommend for great acting, tropical setting and soothing theme song. The song performed at the end of the movie by Natsukawa Rimi, also titled Nada Sou Sou, is an Okinawan folk song so beautiful it lasted in my playlist for weeks. It's one movie I think you should check out, and it's even better if you understand Japanese. The Okinawan slang is pretty endearing!
Nada Sou Sou theme song - 涙そうそう -
Performed by Natsukawa Rimi
Performed by Natsukawa Rimi
古いアルバムめくり ありがとうってつぶやいた
いつもいつも胸の中 励ましてくれる人よ
晴れ渡る日も 雨の日も 浮かぶあの笑顔
想い出遠くあせても
おもかげ探して よみがえる日は 涙そうそう
一番星に祈る それが私のくせになり
夕暮れに見上げる空 心いっぱいあなた探す
悲しみにも 喜びにも 想うあの笑顔
あなたの場所から私が
見えたら きっといつか 会えると信じ 生きてゆく
晴れ渡る日も 雨の日も 浮かぶあの笑顔
想い出遠くあせても
さみしくて 恋しくて 君への想い 涙そうそう
会いたくて 会いたくて 君への想い 涙そうそう
いつもいつも胸の中 励ましてくれる人よ
晴れ渡る日も 雨の日も 浮かぶあの笑顔
想い出遠くあせても
おもかげ探して よみがえる日は 涙そうそう
一番星に祈る それが私のくせになり
夕暮れに見上げる空 心いっぱいあなた探す
悲しみにも 喜びにも 想うあの笑顔
あなたの場所から私が
見えたら きっといつか 会えると信じ 生きてゆく
晴れ渡る日も 雨の日も 浮かぶあの笑顔
想い出遠くあせても
さみしくて 恋しくて 君への想い 涙そうそう
会いたくて 会いたくて 君への想い 涙そうそう
Official site 涙そうそう
Lyrics from Encyclopedia Knowledge
～みはる～
By
Miharu
祈り ～You Raise Me Up
The highly-anticipated opening theme for Gonzo's Romeo x Juliet was released on June 20th 2007.
Best OP theme of the Spring season, hands down. For some reason, I prefer the Japanese version over the original English version. The Japanese lyrics seemed to fit the music pacing better. Or maybe it's just because the Japanese version is more romantic!
Image from Romeo x Juliet official site.
Lyrics from Gendou
～みはる～
祈り ～You Raise Me Up
Performed by Lena Park
Performed by Lena Park
うるんだ瞳の奥に
変わらぬ君の姿
「どこまで世界は続くの」
途絶えた日々の言葉
凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて 海渡る風
祈りは時を越える
霞んだ地平の向こうに
眠れる星の挿話
「明けない夜はないよ」と
あの日の罪が笑う
震える君を抱き寄せ
届かぬ虚空を仰ぐ
聴こえる 闇照らす鐘
君へと道は遠く
凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて 海渡る風
祈りは時を越える
凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて 海渡る風
祈りは時を越える
祈りは時を越える
変わらぬ君の姿
「どこまで世界は続くの」
途絶えた日々の言葉
凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて 海渡る風
祈りは時を越える
霞んだ地平の向こうに
眠れる星の挿話
「明けない夜はないよ」と
あの日の罪が笑う
震える君を抱き寄せ
届かぬ虚空を仰ぐ
聴こえる 闇照らす鐘
君へと道は遠く
凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて 海渡る風
祈りは時を越える
凍える嵐の夜も
まだ見ぬ君へ続く
教えて 海渡る風
祈りは時を越える
祈りは時を越える
Best OP theme of the Spring season, hands down. For some reason, I prefer the Japanese version over the original English version. The Japanese lyrics seemed to fit the music pacing better. Or maybe it's just because the Japanese version is more romantic!
Image from Romeo x Juliet official site.
Lyrics from Gendou
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Backlog
Just a backlog to run thru since Poster Day (omigawd, I was on sabbatical that long?!) :
This final examination went pretty smoothly for me. Getting to the lobby early, all psyched up, standing by my poster, and waiting for the examiners to criticize my poster. Initially, I was more excited than nervous. I mean, it's a novel kind of 'examination' for me, and the whole poster presentation thing has such an air of 'research' I find refreshing from the paper examinations all my education life. That is until my poster neighbours started pacing around nervously and did little mock speeches. However, luck must have been on my side when my first examiner approached my poster, it's Dr. KCG! The tall, pretty, lovely and very nice lady who interviewed me during my PhD application. Seeing her relieved my fraying nerves and I began rattling off about my work as she patiently listens and nodded her head every now and then. In fact, she was so nice to the extent not much questions were asked about my poster.
Having Dr. KCG as my first examiner gave me a little more confidence about my work as I waited for the next examiner. Rumor has it that each of us will get two examiners, so I began wondering who the next one will be. An hour later, I found that he is no other than the plasmid cloning expert in our faculty... Dr. TT. Although Dr. TT is a very nice guy himself, I had a bad premonition because he's bound to be attacking my cloning strategy. Voila! I was right. Throughout my little speech, he quietly listened, nodded his head and made no sound. Which by the way, made me really nervous. After I thanked him for listening, he started bombarding me questions. He didn't gave me much time to think and the questions just kept coming and he appeared not satisfied with my justification of the strategy I adopted. In the end, I didn't want to build an argument with him, who is by far more experienced in cloning than myself, so I took all the bullets, unshielded. T_T
Nevertheless, I was relieved my poster examination was all over and I had the joy of watching my neighbours wrecking their nerves waiting for their examiners. Muahahaha. Well, it wasn't entirely all over for me because another professor came to my poster and started asking questions out of interest. It was a fruitful interaction with him because he is a FACS expert himself, and we exchanged ideas about my FACS data. It was quite funny because my neighbours were still agonizing for their examiners while I had 3 people questioning me already. But it was all fun.
The entire poster exam lasted about 3-4 hours, after which we had a lunch break before commencing the public poster session. Over lunch, me and my classmates exchanged stories of our examinations and who examined whose poster and all the nerve wrecking emotions. Sitting there sharing our stories, I felt a little nostalgic and a little sad... It would probably be the last time we sat together as classmates, having lunch and complaining about school work. Makes me feel like I'm really graduating. Four years ago, we were also sitting together eating lunch and wailing about the difficult tutorials and the mound of homework that never seem to end. Time really flies.
Anyway, the public poster session began after lunch and lasted for another 4 hours, but it took on a more relaxing mode. At least, I went on relax mode. There were people stopping by to scan my poster, but they usually move on pretty quickly as well. Kinda understood, because our works were pretty specialized and focused on a small area, so unless the audience is from the same area of research, it would be pretty much a totally different wavelength. However, I did have several interested 'customers' whom, much to my dismay, were particularly interested in my FACS data (generated within 2 weeks) over my 3-month work on the library. I supposed it can't be helped since the FACS plots looked prettier than bar charts. But one particular guy from the national hospital got really excited about my FACS data and he totally wore me out with his questions and excitement over the dots on the graphs.
Since most members of the public were just browsing, me and my friends took the opportunity to trawl around the lobby, snapping photos for a final piece of undergraduate memory. It was alot of fun catching up with them after cooping in the lab for one whole semester doing the project. By the end of the day, my back and feet hurt from standing the whole day, but I thoroughly enjoyed my final examination. ^_^
After the Poster Day, I basically stopped thinking and just slept long hours (I didn't get to do that alot for the last six months you know). And then my little quarter-life crisis began. I returned to my hometown, then came back to Sg for a symposium jointly organized by the school and RIKEN, after which I immediately went back home again for a holiday in Tokyo (which I will blog separately). After returning from Tokyo, I was still in my crisis and finally came back to Sg to sort out my life and do some shopping (hey, it is the Great Singapore Sale after all). Now I'm still continuing to sort out the remaining stuff and will head back home for another brief sabbatical before returning back here to commence my PhD.
So basically I've been standing still after graduation, but I finally see where I'm about to head for. I'll be convocating this July 23rd, officially bringing my undergraduate days to a close and from there on the wheels of the next part of my life will start to turn (darn... it's starting to sound like Honey & Clover).
Happy Convocation, Class of 2007!
～みはる～
- Poster Day
This final examination went pretty smoothly for me. Getting to the lobby early, all psyched up, standing by my poster, and waiting for the examiners to criticize my poster. Initially, I was more excited than nervous. I mean, it's a novel kind of 'examination' for me, and the whole poster presentation thing has such an air of 'research' I find refreshing from the paper examinations all my education life. That is until my poster neighbours started pacing around nervously and did little mock speeches. However, luck must have been on my side when my first examiner approached my poster, it's Dr. KCG! The tall, pretty, lovely and very nice lady who interviewed me during my PhD application. Seeing her relieved my fraying nerves and I began rattling off about my work as she patiently listens and nodded her head every now and then. In fact, she was so nice to the extent not much questions were asked about my poster.
Having Dr. KCG as my first examiner gave me a little more confidence about my work as I waited for the next examiner. Rumor has it that each of us will get two examiners, so I began wondering who the next one will be. An hour later, I found that he is no other than the plasmid cloning expert in our faculty... Dr. TT. Although Dr. TT is a very nice guy himself, I had a bad premonition because he's bound to be attacking my cloning strategy. Voila! I was right. Throughout my little speech, he quietly listened, nodded his head and made no sound. Which by the way, made me really nervous. After I thanked him for listening, he started bombarding me questions. He didn't gave me much time to think and the questions just kept coming and he appeared not satisfied with my justification of the strategy I adopted. In the end, I didn't want to build an argument with him, who is by far more experienced in cloning than myself, so I took all the bullets, unshielded. T_T
Nevertheless, I was relieved my poster examination was all over and I had the joy of watching my neighbours wrecking their nerves waiting for their examiners. Muahahaha. Well, it wasn't entirely all over for me because another professor came to my poster and started asking questions out of interest. It was a fruitful interaction with him because he is a FACS expert himself, and we exchanged ideas about my FACS data. It was quite funny because my neighbours were still agonizing for their examiners while I had 3 people questioning me already. But it was all fun.
The entire poster exam lasted about 3-4 hours, after which we had a lunch break before commencing the public poster session. Over lunch, me and my classmates exchanged stories of our examinations and who examined whose poster and all the nerve wrecking emotions. Sitting there sharing our stories, I felt a little nostalgic and a little sad... It would probably be the last time we sat together as classmates, having lunch and complaining about school work. Makes me feel like I'm really graduating. Four years ago, we were also sitting together eating lunch and wailing about the difficult tutorials and the mound of homework that never seem to end. Time really flies.
Anyway, the public poster session began after lunch and lasted for another 4 hours, but it took on a more relaxing mode. At least, I went on relax mode. There were people stopping by to scan my poster, but they usually move on pretty quickly as well. Kinda understood, because our works were pretty specialized and focused on a small area, so unless the audience is from the same area of research, it would be pretty much a totally different wavelength. However, I did have several interested 'customers' whom, much to my dismay, were particularly interested in my FACS data (generated within 2 weeks) over my 3-month work on the library. I supposed it can't be helped since the FACS plots looked prettier than bar charts. But one particular guy from the national hospital got really excited about my FACS data and he totally wore me out with his questions and excitement over the dots on the graphs.
Since most members of the public were just browsing, me and my friends took the opportunity to trawl around the lobby, snapping photos for a final piece of undergraduate memory. It was alot of fun catching up with them after cooping in the lab for one whole semester doing the project. By the end of the day, my back and feet hurt from standing the whole day, but I thoroughly enjoyed my final examination. ^_^
My poster #13
The 4 of us stuck together in the same tutorial group for 4 years
(resolution's bad, I know, sorry don't have photo editing tools)
(resolution's bad, I know, sorry don't have photo editing tools)
- Sabbatical
After the Poster Day, I basically stopped thinking and just slept long hours (I didn't get to do that alot for the last six months you know). And then my little quarter-life crisis began. I returned to my hometown, then came back to Sg for a symposium jointly organized by the school and RIKEN, after which I immediately went back home again for a holiday in Tokyo (which I will blog separately). After returning from Tokyo, I was still in my crisis and finally came back to Sg to sort out my life and do some shopping (hey, it is the Great Singapore Sale after all). Now I'm still continuing to sort out the remaining stuff and will head back home for another brief sabbatical before returning back here to commence my PhD.
So basically I've been standing still after graduation, but I finally see where I'm about to head for. I'll be convocating this July 23rd, officially bringing my undergraduate days to a close and from there on the wheels of the next part of my life will start to turn (darn... it's starting to sound like Honey & Clover).
Happy Convocation, Class of 2007!
～みはる～
By
Miharu
ふっかつ
。。。そう思ったんですけど。
Yes, I've climbed out of my little 'quarter-life crisis' (if it's a crisis at all)...
Yes, I've a backlog of stuff to blog (if I bother at all)...
Yes, this is my fukkatsu (Japanese for resurrection).
Let's see, where should I start.
The cause of this mini 'depression'?
I think it's a common sickness amongst people my age. Where you come to the end of a 'programme' that took 4 years of your human life and are pressed to make the pivotal decision of moving the next piece on Life's Chess Board, which incidentally launches the next 'programme' that would take several more years of your human life before landing you in 'mid-life crisis'. (Come to think of it this way, life really sucks. I mean, there's a crisis every quarter of your life!)
Yes, I was uncertain of what I wanted to do after my Bachelor's.
I've attained a decent degree with decent honours. Yay.
I'm part of the graduating batch with the coveted "Highly-valued, Much-sought-after Graduate" slogan stamped on our foreheads. Yay.
I've no idea what to do after graduation. Yay.
It disturbed me that my peers are jumping enthusiastically into the workforce with (what seemed to me) great ambitions for career and money-making. Don't get me wrong. I think it's great. What I think wasn't so great was why I didn't feel the same. Many of my peers told me they secured jobs even before the final exams or prior graduation. Yea, I'm happy for them. But being around these people gives me the pressure. What, do these people know what they want to do with their life, for life, already? Is there something wrong with me not knowing what I want to do with my life, for life, yet? The next thing you know, day passes by day, and then your peers with secured jobs peer down condescendingly at you and say 'What, you still haven't got a paying job yet?' or 'You still don't know what to do? Tsk tsk'. Before you know, these questions come hitting down on you, 'You're still being paid so low??' or 'You're not married yet??'. Bam!! It's mid-life crisis.
While I think I had overreacted at some point there, all these judgemental mindset depressed me when I already felt utterly lost and empty without such great ambitions. And for those of you who had little bouts of depression before, you'll know that these negative emotions affect literally every other thing that you do daily. I wasn't able to totally relax during my holiday in Tokyo, and even after returning home for a sabbatical, I was still bogged down by the negativity coming from myself and the society I live in. No matter how hard I tried to restrain my frustrations, I became tensed, snap-ish, and my anger easily stoked (in retrospect, I think hormones played a part too. Hmm. Anyway). Sometimes it became so overwhelming I just cried for no reason.
I supposed the first part of my lifeline would be an article in a Sunday newspaper featuring a quirky Lama who's currently preaching back in my country. They wrote about how he used his unconventional approach to preach dharma - which in summary, is about how we affect our lives and the lives of people in contact with us. Taking the lead from the article, I bought a book written by this Lama, Tsem Tulku Rinpoche, which I felt had alot of relevance to my situation: Nothing Changes, Everything Changes. I wouldn't say the book totally changed me into a new person or automatically helped me make life's important decisions, but the book gave a perspective from another standpoint of view. After reading that book, I realized that my being in this depression is not only affecting me but the people around me. So basically, I reeked bad aura that would not help me progress in my life, or my 'quarter-life crisis' for that matter; instead, people are going to dislike the hotwire I've become and my yucky aura will serve nothing but bury me deeper in depression.
So, I muster enough courage to stand up and face the options that I have laid in front of me and did my homework to make the decision of moving my piece in Life's Chess Board. To cut short the pains and sorrow and all unpleasant aura surrounding the decision-making, I've finally resolved to pursue the PhD offer and vow to spread good aura. I will devote myself to making my decision worthwhile and remind myself that whatever crisis that comes in the future, I will take things one at a time and not reek bad aura. I supposed it wasn't easy coming to this stage of enlightenment, so to speak, without the support of the people who had gladly hear me singing my sorrows (metaphorically), especially my FYP mentor and colleagues and supervisor, whom all had made me feel alot better. Their warmth had been the second part of my lifeline.
Although I feel more positive now, I can only say I'm still learning everyday in facing life's trials and tribulations. I tell myself each day that people may judge me, but that just means either they are shallow, or they are giving me a perspective from their standpoint. In the end, I want to make a decision, which in 10 years down the road when I ask myself why I had chosen that decision, that I would be able to answer to myself. It may not have been the best decision, or the happiest path - but it would definitely be something I will never regretted doing.
～みはる～
Yes, I've climbed out of my little 'quarter-life crisis' (if it's a crisis at all)...
Yes, I've a backlog of stuff to blog (if I bother at all)...
Yes, this is my fukkatsu (Japanese for resurrection).
Let's see, where should I start.
The cause of this mini 'depression'?
I think it's a common sickness amongst people my age. Where you come to the end of a 'programme' that took 4 years of your human life and are pressed to make the pivotal decision of moving the next piece on Life's Chess Board, which incidentally launches the next 'programme' that would take several more years of your human life before landing you in 'mid-life crisis'. (Come to think of it this way, life really sucks. I mean, there's a crisis every quarter of your life!)
Yes, I was uncertain of what I wanted to do after my Bachelor's.
I've attained a decent degree with decent honours. Yay.
I'm part of the graduating batch with the coveted "Highly-valued, Much-sought-after Graduate" slogan stamped on our foreheads. Yay.
I've no idea what to do after graduation. Yay.
It disturbed me that my peers are jumping enthusiastically into the workforce with (what seemed to me) great ambitions for career and money-making. Don't get me wrong. I think it's great. What I think wasn't so great was why I didn't feel the same. Many of my peers told me they secured jobs even before the final exams or prior graduation. Yea, I'm happy for them. But being around these people gives me the pressure. What, do these people know what they want to do with their life, for life, already? Is there something wrong with me not knowing what I want to do with my life, for life, yet? The next thing you know, day passes by day, and then your peers with secured jobs peer down condescendingly at you and say 'What, you still haven't got a paying job yet?' or 'You still don't know what to do? Tsk tsk'. Before you know, these questions come hitting down on you, 'You're still being paid so low??' or 'You're not married yet??'. Bam!! It's mid-life crisis.
While I think I had overreacted at some point there, all these judgemental mindset depressed me when I already felt utterly lost and empty without such great ambitions. And for those of you who had little bouts of depression before, you'll know that these negative emotions affect literally every other thing that you do daily. I wasn't able to totally relax during my holiday in Tokyo, and even after returning home for a sabbatical, I was still bogged down by the negativity coming from myself and the society I live in. No matter how hard I tried to restrain my frustrations, I became tensed, snap-ish, and my anger easily stoked (in retrospect, I think hormones played a part too. Hmm. Anyway). Sometimes it became so overwhelming I just cried for no reason.
I supposed the first part of my lifeline would be an article in a Sunday newspaper featuring a quirky Lama who's currently preaching back in my country. They wrote about how he used his unconventional approach to preach dharma - which in summary, is about how we affect our lives and the lives of people in contact with us. Taking the lead from the article, I bought a book written by this Lama, Tsem Tulku Rinpoche, which I felt had alot of relevance to my situation: Nothing Changes, Everything Changes. I wouldn't say the book totally changed me into a new person or automatically helped me make life's important decisions, but the book gave a perspective from another standpoint of view. After reading that book, I realized that my being in this depression is not only affecting me but the people around me. So basically, I reeked bad aura that would not help me progress in my life, or my 'quarter-life crisis' for that matter; instead, people are going to dislike the hotwire I've become and my yucky aura will serve nothing but bury me deeper in depression.
So, I muster enough courage to stand up and face the options that I have laid in front of me and did my homework to make the decision of moving my piece in Life's Chess Board. To cut short the pains and sorrow and all unpleasant aura surrounding the decision-making, I've finally resolved to pursue the PhD offer and vow to spread good aura. I will devote myself to making my decision worthwhile and remind myself that whatever crisis that comes in the future, I will take things one at a time and not reek bad aura. I supposed it wasn't easy coming to this stage of enlightenment, so to speak, without the support of the people who had gladly hear me singing my sorrows (metaphorically), especially my FYP mentor and colleagues and supervisor, whom all had made me feel alot better. Their warmth had been the second part of my lifeline.
Although I feel more positive now, I can only say I'm still learning everyday in facing life's trials and tribulations. I tell myself each day that people may judge me, but that just means either they are shallow, or they are giving me a perspective from their standpoint. In the end, I want to make a decision, which in 10 years down the road when I ask myself why I had chosen that decision, that I would be able to answer to myself. It may not have been the best decision, or the happiest path - but it would definitely be something I will never regretted doing.
～みはる～
And the curtain falls
It took me 2 hours to get thru the chaotic campus server to retrieve my final year final semester results.
I've officially graduated with a B.Sc. in Biological Sciences with Honours (2nd Upper).
Satisfied, you ask me? I had thought, for all the effort I gave, the grade was a notch lower than I liked.
Relieved, you ask me? Well... maybe. Knowing I wasn't a potential first class, I had pinned my hopes for a second upper. This class gave me clearance to route towards PhD.
Happy, you ask me? I don't know.
I feel slightly disappointed but relieved, but ultimately... resigned. Because life is to be lived without regrets and we can only look forward. I have given my best, and can only take these experiences with me in my continuing journey.
And so, I now sign off the chapter of my undergraduate life and hope that the next chapter will be just as illustrious.
Parting is such sweet sorrow but the curtains will draw for the next act follows.
～みはる～
I've officially graduated with a B.Sc. in Biological Sciences with Honours (2nd Upper).
Satisfied, you ask me? I had thought, for all the effort I gave, the grade was a notch lower than I liked.
Relieved, you ask me? Well... maybe. Knowing I wasn't a potential first class, I had pinned my hopes for a second upper. This class gave me clearance to route towards PhD.
Happy, you ask me? I don't know.
I feel slightly disappointed but relieved, but ultimately... resigned. Because life is to be lived without regrets and we can only look forward. I have given my best, and can only take these experiences with me in my continuing journey.
And so, I now sign off the chapter of my undergraduate life and hope that the next chapter will be just as illustrious.
Parting is such sweet sorrow but the curtains will draw for the next act follows.
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Down and out
Currently stuck in what my friend termed a 'quarter-life crisis'.
Will be back blogging once I pull myself out of it.
Will be back blogging once I pull myself out of it.
By
Miharu
The Grand Finale
The final act tomorrow: Poster Presentation!!
A full day session of scientific poster presentation for all Final Year Project students in the School lobby. 152 posters on display, showcasing a multitude of life science research in the past 6 months!
It's as exciting as it sounds. This evening we were all at the lobby pinning up our own posters, which didn't take too long (like what, 1 min?), so we trawled the whole lobby, peering at each other's posters, taking photos with our own posters, catching up with each other (it's been ages since I last saw some coursemates!), etc. An amazing display of variety. I'm sure tomorrow will be a blast.
The examining session will take place in the morning tomorrow, as poster examiners view poster by poster, and we have to give a little speech on our work to them. I think it'd be quite nerve wrecking, but I think I might enjoy it as well. When my friend was viewing my poster just now, I was all excited explaining my work to her, although it's not like I had some really impressive conclusions to present.
The open session will be open to public, from 1330-1730. All are welcomed to the lobby of School of Biological Sciences for the Final Act! Come down for a stimulating discussion of life sciences research!
Don't forget moi poster #13 ah.
～みはる～
A full day session of scientific poster presentation for all Final Year Project students in the School lobby. 152 posters on display, showcasing a multitude of life science research in the past 6 months!
It's as exciting as it sounds. This evening we were all at the lobby pinning up our own posters, which didn't take too long (like what, 1 min?), so we trawled the whole lobby, peering at each other's posters, taking photos with our own posters, catching up with each other (it's been ages since I last saw some coursemates!), etc. An amazing display of variety. I'm sure tomorrow will be a blast.
The examining session will take place in the morning tomorrow, as poster examiners view poster by poster, and we have to give a little speech on our work to them. I think it'd be quite nerve wrecking, but I think I might enjoy it as well. When my friend was viewing my poster just now, I was all excited explaining my work to her, although it's not like I had some really impressive conclusions to present.
The open session will be open to public, from 1330-1730. All are welcomed to the lobby of School of Biological Sciences for the Final Act! Come down for a stimulating discussion of life sciences research!
Don't forget moi poster #13 ah.
～みはる～
By
Miharu
Doctor of Philosophy
I am pleased to inform you that you have been offered admission to research programme in our University.
I am pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the Research Scholarship.
These two back-to-back statements on the letter from the Graduate Studies Office hit me on the head like bricks from the wall. I'm still finding it difficult to swallow.
I'm offered money to study for doctorate.
*still no feeling*
Now, am I supposed to be jumping around happily? I think I should. But I'm not.
It's so weird. I really want to do PhD. Some four years later, I will have the chance to graduate with a title 'Dr.' It's like fulfilling the dream of being called a 'Dr.' since I left my ambition of pursuing a medical degree to be called a REAL doctor.
I enjoy learning and research work. But why can't I find the excitement of gaining admission right now?
Is it that I've been drained of all emotional energy with all the FYP madness that has yet to end? (It's ending tomorrow)
Is it that it's not a research programme overseas?
Is it the familiarity of the university that makes me feel unexcited?
Is it that I'm still undecided between continuing education and launching a career?
Is it that I'm not prepared?
Should I still apply for Research Programmes else where? I'm still like, in the midst of applying for the scholarship for research in Japan. (I want a sakura-filled campus!!)
What should I do?
～みはる～
I am pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the Research Scholarship.
These two back-to-back statements on the letter from the Graduate Studies Office hit me on the head like bricks from the wall. I'm still finding it difficult to swallow.
I'm offered money to study for doctorate.
*still no feeling*
Now, am I supposed to be jumping around happily? I think I should. But I'm not.
It's so weird. I really want to do PhD. Some four years later, I will have the chance to graduate with a title 'Dr.' It's like fulfilling the dream of being called a 'Dr.' since I left my ambition of pursuing a medical degree to be called a REAL doctor.
I enjoy learning and research work. But why can't I find the excitement of gaining admission right now?
Is it that I've been drained of all emotional energy with all the FYP madness that has yet to end? (It's ending tomorrow)
Is it that it's not a research programme overseas?
Is it the familiarity of the university that makes me feel unexcited?
Is it that I'm still undecided between continuing education and launching a career?
Is it that I'm not prepared?
Should I still apply for Research Programmes else where? I'm still like, in the midst of applying for the scholarship for research in Japan. (I want a sakura-filled campus!!)
What should I do?
～みはる～
By
Miharu
100th post: Thesis submitted!
On my 100th post, I'm here to declare that I'm one step nearer to graduation.
I've submitted my honors thesis today.
You would think, 'ahh, that must have felt great, to finally submit your thesis'.... Har har. Not exactly.
Ok, so it was partly my fault. I had planned to go to the office early and check my thesis again before printing, but I had stayed up till 4am last night to finish the drafts for my posters, so I could hardly lift my head to the alarm clock some 4 hours of sleep later. In the end, I reached the office about 15 mins before ten. But I thought I still have 2 hours before submission deadline, so I should be okay.
Went to library with my FYP mate and printed one copy, of which then I spent 1 hr checking my thesis word for word. I mean, once you submit, and that is it... so it's better to really check thoroughly rite? However, I spent such a long time checking that before I realized, it was 15 mins before submission deadline and I have yet to print the remaining 4 copies of the thesis. So I started sending print jobs and rushing to the printing room to retrieve my thesis. Darn the color pages, I had to spend some $50 for printing to ensure all the graphs are aesthetically pleasing for examiners. Confident the thesis is in perfect order and alignment, I didn't turn the pages to scrutinize and directly filed them for submission. All 3 hard copies for submission.
By the time I was running to the general office to submit the thesis, I was already 10 mins late and still have not prepared the soft copy for submission. So I submitted the hard copy first before running up to office to burn the soft copy. While waiting for the CD to write, I flipped through the copy of thesis I printed for my supervisor. To my utmost horror, several pages of legends were detached from their figures and the alignment of the first 20 pages went horribly wrong. My heart nearly stop beating as I turned pages over pages of misaligned headlines and legends. The thought of having to reprint almost 150 pages of thesis which will cost me another $50 nearly killed me. But the worst was that all 3 copies of my thesis sitting in the office now are as good as defective items. The examiner would be appalled by the horrible (mis)organizations!
The cause?
ONE spacing (which was NOT present when I print preview my job request) in the Abstract page created a domino effect: pushing all my thesis contents down by one line, ruining all the precarious alignments.
Knowing I cannot let the examiner see all these misalignments, I ran down to the general office to withdraw all the 3 copies and reprinted the misaligned pages. After spending another $10 in the printing room, I checked EVERY single page of the thesis for other errors before submitting the thesis AGAIN, for real. The office lady seemed really pissed at my submitting-withdrawing-submitting again antics, but yea, don't care.
Believe me, there's a conspiracy involving the printing service providers to swindle our money by inserting such spacing in our document that ruins the alignments.
What a dramatic end to my 4-month thesis.
～みはる～
I've submitted my honors thesis today.
You would think, 'ahh, that must have felt great, to finally submit your thesis'.... Har har. Not exactly.
Ok, so it was partly my fault. I had planned to go to the office early and check my thesis again before printing, but I had stayed up till 4am last night to finish the drafts for my posters, so I could hardly lift my head to the alarm clock some 4 hours of sleep later. In the end, I reached the office about 15 mins before ten. But I thought I still have 2 hours before submission deadline, so I should be okay.
Went to library with my FYP mate and printed one copy, of which then I spent 1 hr checking my thesis word for word. I mean, once you submit, and that is it... so it's better to really check thoroughly rite? However, I spent such a long time checking that before I realized, it was 15 mins before submission deadline and I have yet to print the remaining 4 copies of the thesis. So I started sending print jobs and rushing to the printing room to retrieve my thesis. Darn the color pages, I had to spend some $50 for printing to ensure all the graphs are aesthetically pleasing for examiners. Confident the thesis is in perfect order and alignment, I didn't turn the pages to scrutinize and directly filed them for submission. All 3 hard copies for submission.
By the time I was running to the general office to submit the thesis, I was already 10 mins late and still have not prepared the soft copy for submission. So I submitted the hard copy first before running up to office to burn the soft copy. While waiting for the CD to write, I flipped through the copy of thesis I printed for my supervisor. To my utmost horror, several pages of legends were detached from their figures and the alignment of the first 20 pages went horribly wrong. My heart nearly stop beating as I turned pages over pages of misaligned headlines and legends. The thought of having to reprint almost 150 pages of thesis which will cost me another $50 nearly killed me. But the worst was that all 3 copies of my thesis sitting in the office now are as good as defective items. The examiner would be appalled by the horrible (mis)organizations!
The cause?
ONE spacing (which was NOT present when I print preview my job request) in the Abstract page created a domino effect: pushing all my thesis contents down by one line, ruining all the precarious alignments.
Knowing I cannot let the examiner see all these misalignments, I ran down to the general office to withdraw all the 3 copies and reprinted the misaligned pages. After spending another $10 in the printing room, I checked EVERY single page of the thesis for other errors before submitting the thesis AGAIN, for real. The office lady seemed really pissed at my submitting-withdrawing-submitting again antics, but yea, don't care.
Believe me, there's a conspiracy involving the printing service providers to swindle our money by inserting such spacing in our document that ruins the alignments.
What a dramatic end to my 4-month thesis.
～みはる～
Perspective: The Last Lap
What do you do at the last 100 meters of a relay race?
You dash for it.
And that is exactly what I am doing now. It's approaching the final week of my undergraduate studies, and I'm putting in every microlitre of my energy for the last sprint towards the finishing line.
To simply put, it had been such an eventful semester. Frankly, I didn't have the time to sit down quietly to put things in perspective until this evening; I was racing against the clock in my relay race of thesis project and thesis writing itself. When I gave my thesis first draft to my supervisor for evaluation, I suddenly had free time on hand to mull over these things. Let me just run through some important events since my last depressing post.
I have already whined enough about my long lab hours as I tried to achieve as much results as time permitted. On the day I wrapped up my project, I gleefully declared to my colleague, "This is my LAST miniprep!!! You won't see me in the lab doing lab work anymore! Hah!" At that time, I was too stressed out about starting on my still-blank thesis, hence the impact of halting benchwork, something I totally enjoyed doing, didn't really hit me. It may have been very tiring, and most of the times frustrating when you do not get expected results, but I totally love buzzing around the lab, doing experiments, and sharing ideas, jokes and complaints with colleagues across the bench, spreading (yes, all those hundred over plates I had to spread) bacteria culture on agar.... I just feel purposeful and fulfilled doing lab work. And I would definitely love to go back doing bench work soon.
You know, I never ever thought I could write a book, or thesis, for the matter. That I managed to self-pen a scientific writing in 5 days (yes, 5 days!!) simply amazed me. However, it wasn't all a pleasant experience though. My momentum took 3 days to pick up, and when it did, I went into full force writing. I used to be able to read only a maximum of 2 journal articles a day, but during the height of my momentum, I was reading 20 journal articles in 6 hours. My mind became so immersed in all the information I was frantically organizing in my head that it went into an overdrive and I didn't sleep for 36 hours, all the while writing non-stop. When I finally finished my draft, I couldn't help smiling to myself, because the piece of work felt like a baby: it started a blank sheet of paper, and I wrote the 50 pages all by myself!! Felt like glowing with pride.
To illustrate just how stressful it had been producing this piece of work, let me show you my workstation at the height of stress.
I gave up working at my tiny desk, so I laid out the extra mattress on the floor and strewn the entire room.
A. Journal papers
B. Reference books hidden under the bed
C. Clothes I never had the time to fold
D. Speakers necessary to play music that would soothe my already frayed nerves
E. Laptop perched on several reference books for better ergonomics
F. Preliminary thesis draft
G. Project log book
H. More reference books
I. Thesis writing guideline
J. More journal papers
K. Thesis outline(s)
L. Even more journal papers
M. Where I sat rooted for the whole weekend writing
Every area on the floor within my working radius was strewn with all sorts of references as I rushed to finish my draft. When I finally walked to school to submit the draft to my supervisor, I was brain dead and swaying on my feet. But I persisted until I reached the office.... only to find my supervisor not in. I really wanted to quickly pass her the draft and then go back to my room and conk out for the rest of the day, but had to wait for her return to personally pass her my precious writing effort. But she didn't return to office some 2 hours later, and I could felt myself going into delirium, so I dropped my thesis on the shelf near her door along with an email reminding her to pick up my thesis... and crawled back across the campus to conk out in bed.
In a cruel twist of fate, heavens decided to release floodgates and a carnival of lightning as I started walking back to my room. Stranded in the walkway, I contemplated to wait until the storm recede or run some half a km in the rain to reach my bed. My lethargy won the debate and (un)willingly, I walked in the rain to go home and sleep. It goes without saying I was drenched like some wet blanket, and after a hot shower, I crashed out. I mean, really crash out. I conked out the moment my head hit the pillow and didn't wake up until some 15 hours later. I could really sleep summore, but had to meet my supervisor regarding the first draft thing. Reluctantly, I climbed out of bed and could felt my brain pretty much detached from the rest of my body. I was so mentally drained that it felt like I had taken some mind altering drugs and then in a hangover state. When I reached the office and greeted my colleagues, I felt like an alien speaking earthling language for the first time. The hazards of staying up 36 hours writing a thesis.
However, all the hardwork (and sacrifice of one night's sleep!) more than made up for it when my supervisor told me I did a good job with my draft. I had in fact felt very stressed out and nervous about her response to my first draft, because the rest of my FYP mates seemed to have their drafts bounced back out for some major changes before qualifying for a real draft review. I had braced myself for the same outcome (and another night of no-sleep!), so her comment took me by pleasant surprise. However, she asked that I reshuffled some of my materials before qualifying for a real draft review. So, my draft still got bounced out, but thank God no major changes required. So, after tweaking a little here and there, I managed to submit my corrected draft to her for a real review this evening.
It felt like a great relief to be able to take a one night break from the whole thesis writing mania. Throughout last week, I had even attempted to write my thesis in my sleep. The stress level was so great my mind could not rest even though it was pleading for a break. Finally, I can have a good night's sleep tonight!!
To celebrate the end of our projects (and soon-to-be-end thesis writings), our lab decided to organize a potluck today. Everyone was assigned to bring some foodstuff, and we all pooled together for a hearty lunch. It was extremely enjoyable that all of us (including our supervisor!) had the chance to crowd around the table in a meeting room with all the homemade food arrayed out, sharing food, jokes and laughter with each other. There was no uneasiness whatsoever, because everyone dug into the buffet together and crapped while enjoying the food. It was a really wonderful socializing experience and all the more made me felt very attached to the lab. One colleague once described our all-girls lab as a 'loving lab', and I must say she is absolutely right. We do have our ups and downs, but we enjoyed each others' support and companionship incredibly. More so, that our supervisor is such an incredibly down-to-earth person, whom we can laugh and joke with so easily. It'll be really sad to leave the lab soon, but it had been such a wonderful semester with them and I'm sure it will be a fond memory in time to come.
I would probably start whining about how I haven't started designing poster for my poster presentation and all the stress that comes with it, but the invitation email to the poster presentation from the FYP coordinator today threw me in a psyched up mood. As I read through the poster list, I felt excited about the upcoming poster presentation because you can feel that it is going to be such a meaningful event for everyone of us graduating FYP students. All our hardwork in the past 6 months will be up on exhibition and we are given one whole day to express our efforts and all things we learnt these 4 years in a grand demonstration of more than 150 posters. I can't help but feel excited at the diversity of the projects listed in the poster list, because I truly feel research is fun, exciting and rewarding in its own right. I don't know why I'm all that hyped up, but it feels like my university days will end in a bang. I truly enjoyed every moment of my FYP and I'm determined to enjoy every last moment of it.
Looking back, I appreciate all the ups and downs I had faced during my undergraduate studies because it had helped me grown so much as a person. All happy and sad times, all tears and laughter are like snapshots of my life I'm determined to keep as good memories as life goes on. It makes me proud to say that I have no regrets joining the School of Biological Sciences, and it's the choice I had wanted all along for my undergraduate life.
To all my coursemates: let us make the last mile dash together! Best of luck!
～みはる～
You dash for it.
And that is exactly what I am doing now. It's approaching the final week of my undergraduate studies, and I'm putting in every microlitre of my energy for the last sprint towards the finishing line.
To simply put, it had been such an eventful semester. Frankly, I didn't have the time to sit down quietly to put things in perspective until this evening; I was racing against the clock in my relay race of thesis project and thesis writing itself. When I gave my thesis first draft to my supervisor for evaluation, I suddenly had free time on hand to mull over these things. Let me just run through some important events since my last depressing post.
- 1. Wrapping up of bench work
I have already whined enough about my long lab hours as I tried to achieve as much results as time permitted. On the day I wrapped up my project, I gleefully declared to my colleague, "This is my LAST miniprep!!! You won't see me in the lab doing lab work anymore! Hah!" At that time, I was too stressed out about starting on my still-blank thesis, hence the impact of halting benchwork, something I totally enjoyed doing, didn't really hit me. It may have been very tiring, and most of the times frustrating when you do not get expected results, but I totally love buzzing around the lab, doing experiments, and sharing ideas, jokes and complaints with colleagues across the bench, spreading (yes, all those hundred over plates I had to spread) bacteria culture on agar.... I just feel purposeful and fulfilled doing lab work. And I would definitely love to go back doing bench work soon.
- 2. Thesis writing
You know, I never ever thought I could write a book, or thesis, for the matter. That I managed to self-pen a scientific writing in 5 days (yes, 5 days!!) simply amazed me. However, it wasn't all a pleasant experience though. My momentum took 3 days to pick up, and when it did, I went into full force writing. I used to be able to read only a maximum of 2 journal articles a day, but during the height of my momentum, I was reading 20 journal articles in 6 hours. My mind became so immersed in all the information I was frantically organizing in my head that it went into an overdrive and I didn't sleep for 36 hours, all the while writing non-stop. When I finally finished my draft, I couldn't help smiling to myself, because the piece of work felt like a baby: it started a blank sheet of paper, and I wrote the 50 pages all by myself!! Felt like glowing with pride.
To illustrate just how stressful it had been producing this piece of work, let me show you my workstation at the height of stress.
I gave up working at my tiny desk, so I laid out the extra mattress on the floor and strewn the entire room.
A. Journal papers
B. Reference books hidden under the bed
C. Clothes I never had the time to fold
D. Speakers necessary to play music that would soothe my already frayed nerves
E. Laptop perched on several reference books for better ergonomics
F. Preliminary thesis draft
G. Project log book
H. More reference books
I. Thesis writing guideline
J. More journal papers
K. Thesis outline(s)
L. Even more journal papers
M. Where I sat rooted for the whole weekend writing
Every area on the floor within my working radius was strewn with all sorts of references as I rushed to finish my draft. When I finally walked to school to submit the draft to my supervisor, I was brain dead and swaying on my feet. But I persisted until I reached the office.... only to find my supervisor not in. I really wanted to quickly pass her the draft and then go back to my room and conk out for the rest of the day, but had to wait for her return to personally pass her my precious writing effort. But she didn't return to office some 2 hours later, and I could felt myself going into delirium, so I dropped my thesis on the shelf near her door along with an email reminding her to pick up my thesis... and crawled back across the campus to conk out in bed.
In a cruel twist of fate, heavens decided to release floodgates and a carnival of lightning as I started walking back to my room. Stranded in the walkway, I contemplated to wait until the storm recede or run some half a km in the rain to reach my bed. My lethargy won the debate and (un)willingly, I walked in the rain to go home and sleep. It goes without saying I was drenched like some wet blanket, and after a hot shower, I crashed out. I mean, really crash out. I conked out the moment my head hit the pillow and didn't wake up until some 15 hours later. I could really sleep summore, but had to meet my supervisor regarding the first draft thing. Reluctantly, I climbed out of bed and could felt my brain pretty much detached from the rest of my body. I was so mentally drained that it felt like I had taken some mind altering drugs and then in a hangover state. When I reached the office and greeted my colleagues, I felt like an alien speaking earthling language for the first time. The hazards of staying up 36 hours writing a thesis.
However, all the hardwork (and sacrifice of one night's sleep!) more than made up for it when my supervisor told me I did a good job with my draft. I had in fact felt very stressed out and nervous about her response to my first draft, because the rest of my FYP mates seemed to have their drafts bounced back out for some major changes before qualifying for a real draft review. I had braced myself for the same outcome (and another night of no-sleep!), so her comment took me by pleasant surprise. However, she asked that I reshuffled some of my materials before qualifying for a real draft review. So, my draft still got bounced out, but thank God no major changes required. So, after tweaking a little here and there, I managed to submit my corrected draft to her for a real review this evening.
It felt like a great relief to be able to take a one night break from the whole thesis writing mania. Throughout last week, I had even attempted to write my thesis in my sleep. The stress level was so great my mind could not rest even though it was pleading for a break. Finally, I can have a good night's sleep tonight!!
- 3. Lab potluck
To celebrate the end of our projects (and soon-to-be-end thesis writings), our lab decided to organize a potluck today. Everyone was assigned to bring some foodstuff, and we all pooled together for a hearty lunch. It was extremely enjoyable that all of us (including our supervisor!) had the chance to crowd around the table in a meeting room with all the homemade food arrayed out, sharing food, jokes and laughter with each other. There was no uneasiness whatsoever, because everyone dug into the buffet together and crapped while enjoying the food. It was a really wonderful socializing experience and all the more made me felt very attached to the lab. One colleague once described our all-girls lab as a 'loving lab', and I must say she is absolutely right. We do have our ups and downs, but we enjoyed each others' support and companionship incredibly. More so, that our supervisor is such an incredibly down-to-earth person, whom we can laugh and joke with so easily. It'll be really sad to leave the lab soon, but it had been such a wonderful semester with them and I'm sure it will be a fond memory in time to come.
- 4. Poster presentation preparation
I would probably start whining about how I haven't started designing poster for my poster presentation and all the stress that comes with it, but the invitation email to the poster presentation from the FYP coordinator today threw me in a psyched up mood. As I read through the poster list, I felt excited about the upcoming poster presentation because you can feel that it is going to be such a meaningful event for everyone of us graduating FYP students. All our hardwork in the past 6 months will be up on exhibition and we are given one whole day to express our efforts and all things we learnt these 4 years in a grand demonstration of more than 150 posters. I can't help but feel excited at the diversity of the projects listed in the poster list, because I truly feel research is fun, exciting and rewarding in its own right. I don't know why I'm all that hyped up, but it feels like my university days will end in a bang. I truly enjoyed every moment of my FYP and I'm determined to enjoy every last moment of it.
Looking back, I appreciate all the ups and downs I had faced during my undergraduate studies because it had helped me grown so much as a person. All happy and sad times, all tears and laughter are like snapshots of my life I'm determined to keep as good memories as life goes on. It makes me proud to say that I have no regrets joining the School of Biological Sciences, and it's the choice I had wanted all along for my undergraduate life.
To all my coursemates: let us make the last mile dash together! Best of luck!
～みはる～
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Miharu
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