Check the " sleeping in class" blog for background about this one.
Pd dozes 5 minutes into class Monday. I nudge him and he wakes up and thanks me.
5 minutes later, he is asleep again. I whisper his name by his ear and he wakes up and pretends to have woken up.
10 minutes later, he is once again, fast asleep. I bang him against his left shoulder with mighty force ( which gave me mighty satisfaction). That kept him awake for 15 minutes and he falls into a deep slumber once again.
Adele Checks out if PD is still asleep every 2 minutes and i can swear she just flashed the slightest non-noticable smile toward my direction for all too brief a moment. Slightly embaressed for Pd, i nudge his leg to wake him up, which actually caught Adele's glare, and this time there was no hint of non-transperancy. She openly smiled at me, which i returned, slightly bewildered.
Pd is nuts with me by this time and swears " Now, cant you see im sleeping?" and falls to slepp promptly within 2 minutes.
I ignore him, and toward the end of class gaze towards his side to see him sleep heavily mouth wide open with salive hangin out and spilling into his clothes. I realise my needless exercise is worthless and let him have his beauty sleep.
After class, he is still cross with me for banging on his shoulder and complains he went to bed at 3 Am the previous night. I am in no mood to argue and leave it at that.
Before class today, i challenge him to not fall asleep in class. He agrees and retorts " I had a sound sleep last night. No way i will slumber off today in class". We bet over a beer and enter class. I start to worry as 30 minutes into class, Pd appeared to be strong in his resolution and dint even give a hint of dozin off. However, with 5 minutes for class to get over, he just closes his eyes for a moment and i bang him across his shoulder. He claims he dint doze off, but was concentrating on the lecture too seriously, and was forming a mental picture over his mind. Bullocks, total bullocks.Naturally, i dun buy it and we decide over it by the toss of a coin...which i win.
I dun care if he fell asleep or not. I won me beer and im more than happy with it. After all, i deserve it for all the trouble i went through in class tryina wake him up without gettin caught by Adele. In a class of 5, it can be darn difficult.
September 24, 2004
September 21, 2004
My idea of a poem- Beer, we love you!
To celebrate the Poms victory o'er the Aussies
And to mourn our loss to the Pakis,
Did me and me girl write a poem, wearing our khakees,
By the completion of which i hope to get us both out of our jockeys!
Its on our passion by name Beer,
By which my life is centered i swear,
And helps me take life in the 5th gear.
Here goes!
As our love grows, my little dear,
I behold u as memory flows; beside u, my sweetest beer
I kiss ur head, as the magics flow,
A KISS long indeed, yet slow u make the stars glow.
So many nights we spend together,
In freakin' Logan's god-damn weather,
U got me pals with great endeavor,
And courage to fight one without a shiver!
Getting tastier at night if ur a Draft,
Like a woman's touch on a man's shaft,
U put me in Fantasy Island with no raft,
Where I shamelessly explore my craft!
Through relationships, and uncomfortable
Get-togethers, i knew u were ther,
And thanks, I and U make an excellent pair!
If anyone dares to take u my dear,
I swear I'll cut his #$#$# to a hemisphere,
And if u leave, breaking my heart with a tear,
Dun do that, feels like a Spear
Stuffed into my rear.....
Get on me BUDdy and play it right,
Be worth the money i spend every Friday night.
Sit beside me to watch the mock fight,
Between Henry, Miller and their Bud 'Lite'!
Fosters, Kingfisher and Red stripe,
The Irish Red makes me reach out for my pipe,
Dearest Guinness,Without you, my life would be a major fright,
Fosters, Zingaro, Heineken...I love you allright.
I know you are cheaper by the dozen,
I meet you all in my haven,
Such is our bond, very intricately woven,
And without doubt, you are better than any lousy women.
ITss getting late as i stare at u Honey.....
I gotta crash as ive got no more money...
Standing beside me is the biggest bunny...
Worth no more then a red penny!
The drafts are lovely dark and deep....
As i go downtown, i remeber the promises to keep,
And gulps to go before i sleep...And gulps to go before i sleep...
And gulps to go before i sleep...
Grab the nearest beer and celebrate the Poms victory. A toast to
Vaughan and his men.
Cheers.
And to mourn our loss to the Pakis,
Did me and me girl write a poem, wearing our khakees,
By the completion of which i hope to get us both out of our jockeys!
Its on our passion by name Beer,
By which my life is centered i swear,
And helps me take life in the 5th gear.
Here goes!
As our love grows, my little dear,
I behold u as memory flows; beside u, my sweetest beer
I kiss ur head, as the magics flow,
A KISS long indeed, yet slow u make the stars glow.
So many nights we spend together,
In freakin' Logan's god-damn weather,
U got me pals with great endeavor,
And courage to fight one without a shiver!
Getting tastier at night if ur a Draft,
Like a woman's touch on a man's shaft,
U put me in Fantasy Island with no raft,
Where I shamelessly explore my craft!
Through relationships, and uncomfortable
Get-togethers, i knew u were ther,
And thanks, I and U make an excellent pair!
If anyone dares to take u my dear,
I swear I'll cut his #$#$# to a hemisphere,
And if u leave, breaking my heart with a tear,
Dun do that, feels like a Spear
Stuffed into my rear.....
Get on me BUDdy and play it right,
Be worth the money i spend every Friday night.
Sit beside me to watch the mock fight,
Between Henry, Miller and their Bud 'Lite'!
Fosters, Kingfisher and Red stripe,
The Irish Red makes me reach out for my pipe,
Dearest Guinness,Without you, my life would be a major fright,
Fosters, Zingaro, Heineken...I love you allright.
I know you are cheaper by the dozen,
I meet you all in my haven,
Such is our bond, very intricately woven,
And without doubt, you are better than any lousy women.
ITss getting late as i stare at u Honey.....
I gotta crash as ive got no more money...
Standing beside me is the biggest bunny...
Worth no more then a red penny!
The drafts are lovely dark and deep....
As i go downtown, i remeber the promises to keep,
And gulps to go before i sleep...And gulps to go before i sleep...
And gulps to go before i sleep...
Grab the nearest beer and celebrate the Poms victory. A toast to
Vaughan and his men.
Cheers.
Sleeping in class...
Me and PD attend this seminar by Adele today.
Since its a prez loaded with bizzare microarray images, and for the "effect" to hit home, the lights are turned off.
Its a pretty dark conference room in there and Adele is drooling along in her " please goto sleep" monotone.
And yeah, i have also had almost 3 next to sleepless nights in addition to the stupid dance practice.
Plus, as if these arent enuff, i had a light lunch.
So, 10 minutes into the seminar, i promptly slumber off.
That aint no big deal. I regularly sleep in class when i do not even have half of the above reasons..Im here trying to justify my sleeping in class today, not everyday.
Coming to the story, me and PD have this arrangement to wake up each other when we happen to doze off.
PD usually sleeps off in Adele's class and i try my best to wake him up by nudging his leg or slwoly whispering into his ear, but have never had success.
So, today he gets his chance to wake me up, and he does that to great effect.
He gives me a tight slap across my shoulder and looks elsewhere, as if he aint knows nuthin abt it after causing people listening/sleeping in front to recover from the slumber and turn back.
I mean, that was a hard slap. And i wake up and think " Ok, so this is the way you wake people up!".
Just you doze off, u bastard, i'll chance my arm, and you'll never know what hit you. My time will come. Just you wait.
Since its a prez loaded with bizzare microarray images, and for the "effect" to hit home, the lights are turned off.
Its a pretty dark conference room in there and Adele is drooling along in her " please goto sleep" monotone.
And yeah, i have also had almost 3 next to sleepless nights in addition to the stupid dance practice.
Plus, as if these arent enuff, i had a light lunch.
So, 10 minutes into the seminar, i promptly slumber off.
That aint no big deal. I regularly sleep in class when i do not even have half of the above reasons..Im here trying to justify my sleeping in class today, not everyday.
Coming to the story, me and PD have this arrangement to wake up each other when we happen to doze off.
PD usually sleeps off in Adele's class and i try my best to wake him up by nudging his leg or slwoly whispering into his ear, but have never had success.
So, today he gets his chance to wake me up, and he does that to great effect.
He gives me a tight slap across my shoulder and looks elsewhere, as if he aint knows nuthin abt it after causing people listening/sleeping in front to recover from the slumber and turn back.
I mean, that was a hard slap. And i wake up and think " Ok, so this is the way you wake people up!".
Just you doze off, u bastard, i'll chance my arm, and you'll never know what hit you. My time will come. Just you wait.
September 03, 2004
Back again...
Back to blogging after a breif hiatus (almost a month actually) spending time in the sidelines, or refrained to the backbenches as politicians luv to say.
I guess spending time in the sidelines really meant putting time on my research, doing experiments in the lab, analysing data, writing reports, working on my paper and such stuff.
And i cannot pretend for a moment i really like it.
I go through a moronic/robotic existence over the last 3 weeks, and my roomies even complain i stank of Nitrogen gas, from time to time.
All that really doesnt matter now, since the long spell of uncertainity, anguish and anxiety have come to an end.
My advisor agrees to retain me in her lab, so i get to finish this thing i am doing pretty soon, and move in some other direction which i "take" to.
I get pretty surprised by my own reaction when i hear i have been retained.
Of course, although i have been hoping that i would get retained ( who wants to get dumped off ?) , it did not really take me sky-high and what not.
That basically i guess is due to the reason that i am not really liking what i did, am doing now, and what i am going to have to do over the next 2 sems.
But it pays, takes care of my tuition, so i really need not fry my mind on who i need to touch for a fiver for my next weekend beers.
I guess i have to accept it as a part of life, and carry on with this meaningless existence. Kinda like lay low and hang on till the next path opens up.
At this point, i would like to elaborate im in such a situation because i let my life take its course.
Had i sat down, paused for a moment, thought deep, counted to ten , and/or even took a practical, pragmatic outlook, approach towards life,what i want to do, i dun think i wuda landed in the soup i am in right now. ( Things are better now, i was swimming in a worse soup a few weeks ago, and i was forced to drink it too..Me and my sense of humour. Doesnt even extract a grin outta me, and its damn frustrating, when sumthing you intend as a joke, atleast just to urself, backfires and makes u more somber and frown).
Where was i?...Oh yeah, The soup,... i really love tomato soup. No, that wasnt it, was it?
Its all fine to hang low, but what i am afraid of is, if it ( the so-called hanging low and waiting for oppotunity to knock on ur door) gets me back to such inactivity as i have been through before, which i am infamous for, life will just continue to take its own course, and it will just take a huge toll on me, and i cud just as easily enter as a worthy competitor for the " Worst sucker that ever lived" competion, and i cud even make the final 100.
What i really want to do is open up a new pathway , wherein "I" get to control my life, so that it doesnt control me. And "I" want to do that.
I realise i have to got to get a little outward, ambitious, active and enthusiastic ( im still not getting the word i want, is it DRIVE ?) and charter and design and decide the course now on. And basically be my own boss, and stay happy.
If ever i happen to become somebody else's boss, i swear i wud make life a living hell for him/her ( i really do not mean that, and its a pathetic joke, but you must have ur moments too, sometimes, and i really enjoyed it).
But i think i can actually feel proud of what i have done over the last one month.
I prove to myself and my boss ( why shud i keep dragging her everytime?) that i am good at whatever i do, if i decide to work hard on it.
My whole life the whole of last month was like work, work, work, work, work ,work, and more work. No TV, No olympics, No movies, No cricket, No binges, No parties, No vacations, No time-offs, Not even internet.
It was a fucking pathetic way to live, and i do not intend to live that way anymore.
Why do i start crying all over it once again, when what i really wanted to say was i was proud of myself.
Yeah, i am proud of what i have done, and i think i will take it as a big plus, and work in that direction, in terms of the amount of work and application i have had to put in.
If at all, there comes a time in the future, where i becum insipid and lacking in interest/involvement to work, i think the experience i gained over the last 3 weeks shud really stand me in good stead to work my ass off.
Thats enuff of it for the moment i think.
Now that school is back in full swing, i really get some time off, pretending to be busy with my studies, and hence taking it easy off the lab.
Classes are pretty cool this sem. None of them seem to be really tough, and i dont have to slog to make top grades.
Now, that definitely more optimistic, and the way to be.
Am off for a quiet smoke, and a short sleep.
If i see through this Friday and weekend pretty good, i shud be coasting the next 3 weeks.
Just a very optimistic quote to finish the day with .....
" Never worry about the world coming to an end today.Its already tomorrow in Australia"
Australia, a land full of prisoners/ convicts, and they already have a brighter tomorrow.
I guess spending time in the sidelines really meant putting time on my research, doing experiments in the lab, analysing data, writing reports, working on my paper and such stuff.
And i cannot pretend for a moment i really like it.
I go through a moronic/robotic existence over the last 3 weeks, and my roomies even complain i stank of Nitrogen gas, from time to time.
All that really doesnt matter now, since the long spell of uncertainity, anguish and anxiety have come to an end.
My advisor agrees to retain me in her lab, so i get to finish this thing i am doing pretty soon, and move in some other direction which i "take" to.
I get pretty surprised by my own reaction when i hear i have been retained.
Of course, although i have been hoping that i would get retained ( who wants to get dumped off ?) , it did not really take me sky-high and what not.
That basically i guess is due to the reason that i am not really liking what i did, am doing now, and what i am going to have to do over the next 2 sems.
But it pays, takes care of my tuition, so i really need not fry my mind on who i need to touch for a fiver for my next weekend beers.
I guess i have to accept it as a part of life, and carry on with this meaningless existence. Kinda like lay low and hang on till the next path opens up.
At this point, i would like to elaborate im in such a situation because i let my life take its course.
Had i sat down, paused for a moment, thought deep, counted to ten , and/or even took a practical, pragmatic outlook, approach towards life,what i want to do, i dun think i wuda landed in the soup i am in right now. ( Things are better now, i was swimming in a worse soup a few weeks ago, and i was forced to drink it too..Me and my sense of humour. Doesnt even extract a grin outta me, and its damn frustrating, when sumthing you intend as a joke, atleast just to urself, backfires and makes u more somber and frown).
Where was i?...Oh yeah, The soup,... i really love tomato soup. No, that wasnt it, was it?
Its all fine to hang low, but what i am afraid of is, if it ( the so-called hanging low and waiting for oppotunity to knock on ur door) gets me back to such inactivity as i have been through before, which i am infamous for, life will just continue to take its own course, and it will just take a huge toll on me, and i cud just as easily enter as a worthy competitor for the " Worst sucker that ever lived" competion, and i cud even make the final 100.
What i really want to do is open up a new pathway , wherein "I" get to control my life, so that it doesnt control me. And "I" want to do that.
I realise i have to got to get a little outward, ambitious, active and enthusiastic ( im still not getting the word i want, is it DRIVE ?) and charter and design and decide the course now on. And basically be my own boss, and stay happy.
If ever i happen to become somebody else's boss, i swear i wud make life a living hell for him/her ( i really do not mean that, and its a pathetic joke, but you must have ur moments too, sometimes, and i really enjoyed it).
But i think i can actually feel proud of what i have done over the last one month.
I prove to myself and my boss ( why shud i keep dragging her everytime?) that i am good at whatever i do, if i decide to work hard on it.
My whole life the whole of last month was like work, work, work, work, work ,work, and more work. No TV, No olympics, No movies, No cricket, No binges, No parties, No vacations, No time-offs, Not even internet.
It was a fucking pathetic way to live, and i do not intend to live that way anymore.
Why do i start crying all over it once again, when what i really wanted to say was i was proud of myself.
Yeah, i am proud of what i have done, and i think i will take it as a big plus, and work in that direction, in terms of the amount of work and application i have had to put in.
If at all, there comes a time in the future, where i becum insipid and lacking in interest/involvement to work, i think the experience i gained over the last 3 weeks shud really stand me in good stead to work my ass off.
Thats enuff of it for the moment i think.
Now that school is back in full swing, i really get some time off, pretending to be busy with my studies, and hence taking it easy off the lab.
Classes are pretty cool this sem. None of them seem to be really tough, and i dont have to slog to make top grades.
Now, that definitely more optimistic, and the way to be.
Am off for a quiet smoke, and a short sleep.
If i see through this Friday and weekend pretty good, i shud be coasting the next 3 weeks.
Just a very optimistic quote to finish the day with .....
" Never worry about the world coming to an end today.Its already tomorrow in Australia"
Australia, a land full of prisoners/ convicts, and they already have a brighter tomorrow.
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