eleventh

wassup.
Here's blogging from the chemical engineering lab in NUS.
I got tricked here by my idiotic elder sister.
A Chinese guy in the lab handed me some toilet paper and asked me to wipe the water off the table.
I cannot fathom if:
a.) he believes that i am the lab technician and is hence responsible for cleaning up spills, or
b.) he asked me to clean up the spill in case it trickles down to my sister's laptop, and
c.) the fluid on the table is pure H20 or otherwise.

Safe to say (with a touch of nostalgia) though,
this would probably be the last time I will ever step into a science laboratory.
So long, SPA days!

My sister hung her lab coat on my shoulders (I do have clothes hangers for shoulders... I mean figuratively) and I thought of taking a photo with the said coat on just for kicks,
but then she returned before I had the chance to click.
Aw.

I will be heading down to ikea for hostel stuff (hello $4.90 rugs and table lamps!) the moment she's done here... which is now.

Till then!!!!!!!!!!