time flies… (an extra juicy, bitc** post)

ive been wanting to blog about so much recently but time hasn’t been kind to me. he just kept on running and never turned back to look at me once. now, im finally sitting myself down and doing something about it. i finally caught up with you dude.

i feel like an old man. i went by “Cheers” earlier today and decided to get a set of the “Straits Times”. im now sitting in front of my computer, accompanied by the soft gentle purring, sipping warm, aromatic Nescafe and just doing basically zit. im already feeling guilty as i type this. what the heck, i need a break from my everyday monotonous life anyways.

speaking of which, my monotonous-fyp-life has just gotten worse. heres a quick breakdown why.(im not sure who’s even going to be interested to read this but what the heck, im ranting)

2 weeks ago :
My lab supervisors comes to me and says this. “Well done Jeremy! I think you should be done with your fyp by the end of the week! Congrats!”
I’m overcome with immense joy because hell fyp has finally come to an end! No more going back to school to draw samples on saturdays and sundays, no more lab politics, no more bullshit superficial formalities.

1 week ago :
“Oh Jeremy… you’re results seem to be less satisfactory than anticipated… Maybe we should re-do the experiment again for another cycle. (one cycle = one week of torture going back to school daily)
At this point im thinking to myself, “what?!?! another week?!?! its not my fault my experiments are not giving consistent results! I cant control the way my fungi grow!” but… to be professional, i play the ohhh-its-ok-ive-got-nothing-else-to-do-but-my-fyp guy.

the day before… (when i think for the 2nd time that my fyp is truly over… you really have to read this part)
my supervisors sit me down and tell me this. “erm… jeremy, we feel that your work isn’t substantial for an fyp report. we understand you did a lot of work but the work you did does not sound impressive when you write it down. in fact, it sounds like you did nothing at all. don’t get me wrong, we both know you did a lot of work….”
yea right. i reluctantly agree anyway, knowing that failure to do so will imply mediocre grades. damn i hate the power struggle.

here comes the juicy bit
i bump into my professor yesterday and we managed to exchange a few words. in the midst of our brief conversation, he told me this which left me totally shocked, in awe, disgusted… this is what he said.
“Jeremy, ***** tells me that you’re taking interest to carry on the experiments into the next phase of development. im glad that you’re doing so.”
what?! me?! taking an interest?! what?! i didn’t volunteer for this! they’re using me! free labour! protection of human rights! freedom of expression! i want to break free! w@#$%^!

what can i say. thats life. watch your back for the coloured, tainted person.