blardy pain at back of knee, nasty cut behind heel(u lousy purple shoe! blah), blood trace in phlegm, lousy cough, slow brain, sleepy at 8pm sharp, not much hunger- these must be symtomps of some kind of disease, surely? antiworkaholism? chemiphobia? to add up to that, that fine powder used for chromatography is glass-like, which when inhaled gets accumulated in the lungs and cuts through them slowly, leaving the alveoli ruptured and blardy(!) - the last part a fig of imagination, but still sound i think.

THINK. cant. wadde. am supposed to some up with some new reactions. how on earth. ideas popping, like, eggs from the cloaca, perhaps? gather from some trend, how easy that is. jus read 10 journals and extrapolate.

i'm a wreck, nervous wreck. mindful of time and hazards and valves and poison. will die from stress than the poison.

interesting notes:
1. pple do eat without resting their elbows against the table.
2. there's such a thing called yuan. you can see a person three days consecutively, in sch, in theatre, on train.
3. cool pple piss me off. wad attitude that is.
4. plenty of coolies ard...
5. i learn from mistakes. truly, cant rem things or learn from others' experience. i must make them personally to understd them. how bad can things get.
6. not bad, i get 500 for contaminating solvents and dumping needles into the silica bag and leaving my fren in chloroform every mth.
7. pple think i'm cute(!!!!) i got fat cheeks? pockmarked cheeks are more like it.
8. i cant breathe when pple get close. hate train journeys in the morning and evenin. they come like swarms of bees with big elbows and small hearts. no sense of personal space at all. one woman actualli jabbed me thrice on my chest. hell!
9. fries with tapered ends are not to my liking- they become too dry during cooking. those with flat cuts retain moisture and oil better- soft on both outside and inside. sthg to do with surface area? or mayb drainage of oil giving a crisp surface? the needles on lab syringes are tapered too...
10. mos corn soup sux. i cant get any thing out of it at all- no sincerity, no surprises, jus identical mouthfuls of yellow corn-essence-scent-flavoured liquid. why is it so esteemed?