Contemporary

1 apple + 1 apple + pastry + syrup = an apple pie

Gosh! It’s back to school after a tremendous 2 weeks vacation. It may seemed undeniably short, nevertheless the whole two weeks were very much filled with eventful happenings and sightings.

The next few weeks are filled with labarotary sessions and write-up. Honestly, I loooove lab sessions very much. Really. It’s practical and most of the times i’ve had very good times doing my stuff, not to mention… very well results too.

So, this time, I had to work with a post-graduate who’s working and had worked out other thesis. It’s that tad exciting! Yeaaa… i really thought so! pfffth!

On the first day itself, because even my own supervisor is not around i had to explain to him what the objective and my aim of the whole experiments of the upcoming sessions. So there i was, explaining what i was to come out with at the end of the sessions. Because i’ve never really worked out a methodology of my own (usually we just follow standard protocols that were derived by great scientists who most unfortunately i was never been acquainted with, geee!), I just wrote very briefly steps i would use that i’ve taken from literatures of similar design. So… yea, i thought that was smart. Then, there i was, baffled by the questions he’d flooded upon me. Traumatized by equations that he’d wanted me to solve within flicks. Not that i did not know how, but because of the much relaxed holiday i had till the previous day, my mind would not budge to be critically thinking bout stuffs. What more, physical and mathematical chemistry equations?! So retarded! And i meant myself! Never felt so bleak the whole day before. It was as if he put the question of what’s 1+1 and expected me to come out with an apple pie. WTH! I didn’t even manage to go through with 2 apples! bugger…

Right… after much time spent on devising my methods while printing “i m stupid, so please stop asking me questions or i’ll evaporate” on my face and left the dude happily satisfied with however he’d tormented me about, i left for home.

The next day, when i FINALLY put my hands on the real stuffs, he watched me working from time to time. I learned very instantly that he was a very meticulous guy. So tuned to perfectness that he actually winced with agony when i accidentally spilled a drop of oil on the table!

*o shit! so dead, ain’t i?*

Oh well… of course, as Miss Teoh Pei Kheng as i am, i used my usual sarcasm and (THEN) charms to deal with Mr Meticulous Perfectionist and by the end of the whole whicked day, he offered me chocolates.

I guess overly analytical people like him can’t help being precise, accurate and at-least-close-to-perfect for they are usually mentally stimulated to search for “the answer” to the questions and equations they confer upon themselves. So driven by that motivation that i guess they will never see what beauty the sunset could simply hold and sit back and say “wow! i feel like on the top of the world today although i did not have my calculator with me right now!!!” Whicked…

I, on the other hand (and i guess this fact is not quite understood by Mr Meticulous), am really just working hard to get a decent honors when i graduate this June. Forget bout the 1+1 apples with pastry pie and look how breathtaking is this sunset pic i’ve taken! walaaau!