Tight, Tight, Tight and Long...

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Schedule.

Woke up late at 6.15am (yes, can you imagine, that's considered late) but made it on time to uni to attend the BiotechCorp Seminar I agreed to help KC in weeks ago. The place promised a whole day of good food (till five at least) and some really interesting presentations, some in uglier manners than others. Ah well, I've learnt quite a bit from it and I must say, that one Professor Bruce Chassy gave one heckuva talk, while one of our Malaysian lawyer philosophical Doctors publicly embarrassed herself when she stuttered and heaved through a cut & pasted wrongly paste presentation and failed to answer questions from floor members that even a third year student like me could answer. Come on, where's the preparation and confidence expected of a member of her class? phD holder, LAW, damn?

After all that horsiness in the Palace of the Golden Horses, to Monash we returned before I joined my bandits (bandmates) for dinner and 3 hours of blood-sweat-and-tears jamming in the studio to workout our grand song for Emerge KL's finals. My legs are crying now, I can hear them. Most importantly, we've made some progress, and in the process, we've coined a new term for such sessions: "Jamming with a Mission", while the usual 'just-for-fun' sessions I'd name "Jamming for Nuts"

Ahh, I is tired, nite nite world!

*PLANT BIOTECH REPORT-PLANT BIOTECH REPORT-PLANT BIOTECH REPORT*

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!