It's the start of a new term. I should be more hardworking this term, compared to the last. Have got a project to work on, involving Cleome and Rubisco. 2 new modules to take: which i'm still not convinced that i've made the right choice. But heck, i don't think there's a need to fret over that.


I was sitting on the subway in London yesterday morning, getting from Heathrow airport into King's Cross, to catch my train to Cambridge, when i was hit by a sense of deja vu. I looked around me, and all i see are faces that are unfamiliar back home, but familiar here. It's like 24 hours ago, i was still on the MRT, from Somerset to Jurong East. And poof, now i'm on the tube. It's odd, the feeling, that you could actually zip from one part of the world to the next, and do it without batting an eyelid.


I suppose it's habituation. Once you get used to the change, you become indifferent. Does this apply to pain? Perhaps not as much. Cooking porridge for breakfast. Trying to use up my maggi instant. Still have a few packets sitting around. This cycle is hideous. You go back to shitty food. Or rather shitty because you made it yourself, and you know that you have no talent in cooking.


Apologies for the lack of posts recently: it's been a rough time.


Oh yes, a final note: the present that i received from Mr Tan, well well... it's a companion to my brinjal soft toy. It's Mr Banana. So now i have 2 luridly coloured plush toys sitting on my armchair, grinning to each other. One in yellow and the other in purple. Gosh... it does perpetrate the idea that plant scientists are mad over plants. But i am not. I refuse to acknowledge that stereotype.