It's One Of Those Times.

I feel a sharp stab in my chest every time I look at his Facebook profile (other people might call it 'stalk').

A longing.
A regret.
A wish.

And I'll never get to talk to him again.

All because of how I acted before.

An Addiction? Not Yet. But It'll Soon Be!

photo cred: thesocialbazaar.com

This guy made me waste my time doing God-knows-what, when I should be doing my assignments/reports/whatevvs.

I hate him.
Well, I don't hate hate him.

I hate 'hate' him.

He invented the one thing that made me helplessly glued to my laptop whenever I'm on the Net.

I'm sure everybody knows what the thing is.

From Equipment Room, Kulliyyah of Science, with Love

The chaotic space. Ignore Usop the Tamarind Man.

Cut raw papayas look very much like guava.
We have 100 of these. Sampai nak kematu ibu jari nak kupas semua!

All in all, 20 beakers of peels to be blended, incubated (for 8 hours) and centrifuged.
20 beakers = ~70 flasks.
We only have one incubator that we can use here. It can fit 16 flasks.
Guess how long will it take for us to finish all?
And that excludes the flesh part.

My nearby sleeping/praying space. Note the Minnen Groda froggy with crown.
He keeps me company at night.

p/s: It's no fun doing this. Exhaustion is inevitable.