Queen's Summer so Far...

Hee hee! The birth of this blog is definitely out of boredom. Yea, the mundane lab routine - playing around with PCR machine, using pippette more than touching pen, measuring amount as little as microlitre, waiting ENDLESSly for reaction to compete before proceeding to further step - is definitely driving me crazy. Can't imagine how bored m i? Ok ok...let u see the stressed-out punya face below laa.

Haih...sienn-ness ah~~~~

So so so, this blog eh is basically about...

what to PLAY what to EAT what to SEE where to GO who i MET what i DID lalala~~~

In a nutshell, a ''cakplang'' side of Glutton Queen's life in a city called London (yea yea London, where almost one teenager will get stabbed every week...that place la! now only u know lar~~)

Back to what I did recently...

Hmm, came back from Aberdeen last month after my final exams (ok, passed the what-class-u-get-huh punya question pls...). Was a wonderful trip with 3 wonderful guys. Photos speak louder than words. Here comes the pictures!

Italian & Greek food I had in Aberdeen.. Queen's multiple images in Aberdeen

Michael, Charles and I in a sea of flowers

Aberdeen's version of 'The Road not taken'

Posing in front of an abandoned house

''Megasales is back'' -erm, mind the sexy 100% pure-fat tummy.. :P

Days back from the lovely trip were all about slaving 9am-6pm for my cute auntie-like supervisor, Dr Rosemary Fisher (oh, rosie rosie...). I found resemblance in her with my mom in a way that i still couldn't describe verbally. Anyway, Im just very grateful for doing this summer project under her supervision, although her pushy-ness did drive me up to the 100-feet wall and once even thought of jumping down.

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This summer placement so far, despite its infliction of an ass-kicking pain for waiting as long as 3 hours before proceeding to the next step, is all fine with its boredom within expectation made. But somehow, I find that my mood swing nowadays is soooOO much controlled by the results I got from experiments. And even the lullaby that normally soothes me to sleep has been replaced by the why-my-PCR-doesn't-work mantra. Argh, is this a sign of workaholism?!Hahaha...worry not, worry not.How is that possible to tag me as a workaholic while what i do during non-working time is just cooking, eating, catching up long-lost movie marathon and leisure walking in my room???

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*Coming up next: Recipe for Overseas Dummies I. Stay tuned!