A good day

April 17, 2008

 

Yes, today wound up to be a relatively good day. Tho there was nothing unusual about it. I don’t know why it was, it was like nothing could get me down.

For starters, a cute guy whose smile I always liked just had to say hello today even though I don’t know the dude personally. Of course, NO ONE beats my computer genius who has the picture-perfect smile that tugs right at the heartstrings.

 

*grins*

 

Alright alright, jokes aside. For starters in lab 

For starters in lab, we got to check out our blood cells yo! And did some blood grouping test - I thus further confirmed the lab results that I am in fact, A+, we be elitists yo! - and that Roshnee and Gajan belong to the same group. So if anyone of us meets in a serious accident, we know who to go to drain off blood from =D

 

And I tried so hard to get a picture from the objective lense and voila! My red blood cells and a very lost, lonely-looking monocyte (white blood cell) =D

 

  

 Hee

What else?!

 

 

 Number five’s my slot =D  But I mixed it so much, you can’t see it looking any redder =P

 So then, after lab, part of the gang decided to head to the cafe for tea. When I say part, I meant Rosh, me, Losh, Zaem, Jeremy and. . .I forget who else but Mahesh and Dina were there too. 

 

What did I find so relaxing about that day?

 

Well, I sunk into one of my zoning-off moments again, where I start thinking about gods-knows-what. I started thinking about the lil worlds of perception that we live in, having been provoked into deep thought by Screw (The Screw Files) and yeah, a lot of what he said was true. But as I was thinking such and going down those escalators, on my way to cafe, the moody grey sky that peeked in through IMU’s atrium caught my attention and I just HAD to get a shot of it. 

 

 I find moody grey skies, with downpouring rain and being locked up in my room with a hot cup of tea/milo the perfect way to spend a day to relax, accompanied with a good book and hopefully, good internet so I can write my reflections down and blog or write. The perfect setting for good poetry or the unfurling of a fantabulous plot for a story.

 

Anyhoo, I couldn’t do either one, so when Rosh caught me taking a pic, she grabbed Jeremy and told him to snap shots to satisfy our inner camwhore.

 

 

 

Unfortunately, 2MP camera phones can only do SO much -_-

 

 After tea, I headed home to do the above but it had stopped raining and I had a headache, so I popped two panadols into my system, waited to talk and see Emperor Insanity before he went off to work and only managed to do half a lecture on the autonomic nervous system before I blacked out on my bed only to awaken the next day.

 

Ah. . .the bliss of a day where depression isn’t the main theme =D

 

Wasting time

 

Today’s BS lecture was a complete waste of time.

As such, tomorrow calls for a ponteng session. I’m gonna sleep in I tell ya!

Hehe, behavioural sciences = bull - shit = BS. How apt.

Lab starts in an hour and I’m still ecstatic over the last episode of Smallville I watched. Clark FINALLY does Lana. It’s amazing tho, he loves Lana so much, how does he wind up approaching Lois?

 I heard that Lana dies. Oh please let her die. DIE!

Currently at the dining room, with my earplugs in and no music playing.  The ear plugs keep the noise out. 

Why?

 BeCAUSE, there are old people here, who are talking about the good old days. Yes, my grandma and her brothers. Such intelligent conversation is going on.

 

 *

 

 Grandma : There are jabs to make people fairer these days.

Brother 1 : See, now indian women don’t need Fair & Lovely anymore

Brother 2 : I should get my wife some

Grandma : For what, your wife already so fair what.

Brother 1 : MY wife should get some.

Grandma : Ah she can lah.

And then SUDDENLY, all of them look at me.

Brother 1 : Ashvini, you don’t want to try ah.

Me : Nope

And then once more, I’m bombarded with quizzical looks, as tho my response was one they could not even attempt to fathom.  

Me : I like being dark. Because every shallow indian person is trying their best to get fairer not realising that there are people out there wanting tans like ours.

*silence*

Grandma : How’s the chicken curry, good?

Brother 1 : Yes yes, because you put potatoes.

Brother 2 : Yes, my wife doesn’t make chicken curry with potatoes. She says rice is fattening enough.

 

 *

 

Sometimes. . .I wonder how I fit in this family. 

*goes off to analyse DNA*