Week 7: Organised chaos.

i have forgotten how to blog. no wait, i remember how to blog; it's the eagerness that i've somehow forgotten. back when i started blogging, i would occasionally churn out up to 3 posts a day! now, trying to write a 1000-word post which does not send the readers to bouts of deep-sleep seem equivalent to climbing up Bukit Gasing (NB. i've never laid eyes on Bukit Gasing let alone climb it..but i heard it's tough as shit. got monkeys wan).

but it's not as though H. erythrogramma has completely taken over my life to the point where my creative juices have run dry*...on the contrary, i've got plenty of thoughts on my mind each waiting in line and clamouring to be heard. the problem is that i just can't seem to translate those thought and bring them to life in the form of the written word.

therefore i have decided that from this moment on (or until whenever i feel like it) i shall write up all my posts in bullet form (or numbers, whichever tickles my fancy on the particular day). it's quite hard to write a coherant post when you have a million thoughts bouncing off your head at once, which is why i've decided that i won't give a shit about something as fucking trivial as continuity and just shoot thoughts off the top of my head.

BEHOLD! glorious number...

1. now i know what hell is like. it is not about flames and pitchforks; it is something more sinister. hell is millions upon millions of urchins and their associated spines with gonopores spewing out billions upon trillions of eggs and sperm all waiting to be fertilised. and also an Olympus dissecting microscope, a long-stemmed glass pipette, a petri dish and a sharp pointy needle like thing (but not as pointy and thicker) attached to a satay stick which i shall call (for now) The Pointer.

2. i don't think i've mentioned this before, but i live just beside the Chinese Embassy in sydney. what with all the bad press that China has been getting lately, i feel it is only right that i come out now and give a kick at China's metaphorical nuts while he/she/it (?) is on the ground. the embassy is shit. instead of relying on shaolin monks, kung-fu practitioners, O-Mei clan women warriors or Wong Fei Hung to defend their honour against the tibetans and falun-gongs...they have resorted to using the AFP (i.e. the Australian Federal Police). WTF?! so uncool.

but just so you know, the falun-gongs and tibetans are my mates.

3. praise the lord i think there is hope for me after the culmination of my degree after all! i shall not have to sleep in a box! apparently maria got paid a quarter of a million in research grants to research on ecotoxicology and that was 10 years back! ok, so you allocate about $30k for equipment and lab-by stuff (new microscopes, waterbaths, pipettes etc) and labour comes in the form of poor unsuspecting Honours' students...and voila! you do the math.

4. sometimes i get so worn-out, tired and depressed when i come home. and in a vaguely melancholic Slyvia Plath Bell Jar kinda way, i want to light tealights, burn scented candles, soak in a bath tub full of warm water and slit my wrists.

5. the price of ham these days is just fucking ridiculous. $22.90/kg...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

6. there are days where i feel like i'm a spectator in some Monster Wheels event: watching something crumble in slow motion unstirred and devoid of emotion. and then kate nash's words of wisdom come wafting into mind...believe it or not, there are days when i feel like my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations and i know that i should forget but i can't. spite?

7. goddamn urchins.

8. the reason why i all my posts are titled Week (insert current number here): Bladibla-bla etcetc is just so that it's easier for me to keep track of how long i've been back in sydney..which effectively equates to how long more before i return home! WOOT!

* yes actually, they HAVE taken over my life. BOO HOO!