Shitty things that happened to me this week...

- my first mouse practical... involved murdering, skinning, disemboweling, dismembering and gouging out the eyes of BABY mices ( sob)

- I watched a scientist work with an undead (killed but flapping and flailing) chicken (i'm scarred for life!)

- two of the experiments for which we murdered the mices ( I know the plural of mouse is mice.. this is said meeses...it's personal..see?) screwed us over

-sauce from my falafel dripped all over my pants this morning..looked like the undead chicken had diarrhoea on me...or worse!

- We fought!

- The darn cells from the month long experiments were't enough!!

- it started to pour just as i got out of the station to walk 10 min to lab... I was late! and i didn't have an umbrella!!

- The Feta ruined my falafel... I paid 30c more for it!

- The darn store was out of lemon tea... have to make do with peach.

-My timer died..in the middle of a a very time dependent experiment!

- The mensa (cafeteria..geez!) at the practical course place sucks! I had to eat mashed potato with herbed curd for lunch..three days in a row.. yeuch!

- I had to shop! for clothes!!

(old unpublished posts 2)I absolutely hate it when people....

- sip (shlurp, drool backwash) from my water bottle.. no really.. it's gross! besides.. i'm carrying it for me..get your own! if it's a life and death situation then the least you can do is pour it in your mouth the way pakkathu veetu maami drinks filter kaapi.

- ask for a 'bite from my ice cream' or stick their forks in my food.. would you like it if i spat in your food?! because thats pretty much what you're doing!

-Are over familiar...woman! just because you think you're 'close frennds' with my folks doesn't mean it's ok to ask me about my 'baay frend' and alcohol preferences at family events.

-act like they know things to get info out of people.. ' so, what's going on with M (aside: there's a huge juicy scandal there!! tell!!)'... me: he' ok ( aside: miner alert!!)

- drag me shopping and expect me to have an opinion on the texture, shade and style of pink pleather bags... really..all you're gonna get from me is 'It's pink!'

-work/walk slowly and ask me why i'm hurrying... buck up..the sooner we finish the sooner i can go home and rant on my blog!

- use my stuff and tell me later..' oh D..i used those reagents you made... i hope it's ok!'.. well..they're gone now aren't they? make me more!

- describe me as cute..listen, fool.. little dogs, cats and monkeys are cute..if you cant think of a better word, shut up!

- who dont really know me badger me about my love life!!

Random person (RP): "so, D any thing special going on? "

me: " yeah.. we did whole skeletal preps today and my viral system's wor.."

RP (cutting me off): No no..i mean anything speshhul..y'know (wink, grin) anyone?

me ( knee jerk coldness): umm.. not really..oh sorry..i gotta go..

- say 'I'll call you back' and never call... if you want to end a conversation say 'bye'..it's wrong to lie..remember?

Phew...all done!

(written earlier, never published series...part 1)'Breaking news?!' gimme a break!

I spent a few hours checking out indian news channels online during the recent swearing in ceremony of Dr Singh.. and seriously.. if I hear/see one more ' Singh is King' in connection with our prime minister I will.. well.. I'll want to stomp really hard on the resposible party's foot.. but I'll probable just continue to seethe..
Seriously people.. stop! firstly.. why the obsessive use of some crappy, not-really-worth-remembering movie's name? It's just irritating to have that stupid phrase and even more stupid picture tossed in one's face, just as one starts to think it'll stay in the dim distant past where it belongs! Secondly.. The 'Singh' in question here is our prime minister..a little respect, please! Those ridiculous photoshopped pictures are plain revolting. Third.. ripping off movie titles and using them is just lame..how come news channels use them? aren't our journalists above using ridiculous movie titles for headlines? seriously.. who'd actually go for that nonsense?

Oh! for a phoonk of fresh air!

Just got back from watching 'Phoonk'. Not even remotely as scary as advertised, not an iota of intrigue value- you know who's doing what from the beginning, a tentative shot at portraying eville..which is kind of lost in the whole demented woman, bizarre makeup, skull and bones props, freak laughter deal and not particularly thought provoking…unless you'd wondered about good and evil before. All in all, I was bored, annoyed at all the noise and to say the very least, disappointed.
So by the first half hour I'd decided the movie wasn't enough entertainment. The corn and iced tea saw me though till the interval. After that the movie sort of picked up tempo.. sort of. The girl acted pretty well..it cant have been easy to play a possessed child and the whole bees pouring out of skulls and demented voodoo artist deal got your attention..even if it just made you stick your fingers in your ears or try and control the giggles. Ergo I ended up observing random people in the audience,,that was far more interesting than the whole supernatural vs science debate…or shall we say excuse for a debate.
There was this lone blonde guy..he clearly didn't know what to make of the entire thing cos he was just sitting there massaging his temples and occasionally staring into his drink. He didn't even have someone to bitch to as I was doing intermittently.Sympathy. Then there was the fat guy next to me.. he was actually scared!! I mean he'd jolt every time the creepy music hit a crescendo, gasp when the kid did her creepy eye rolling- curse growling routine, and at the majorly scary scene he actually jumped outta his seat and ran out. As a result my cousin and I were in hysterics at what was probably the film's most intense scene! Geez! Wonder if he'd have survived say..The Ring. Oh and then there were the idiots in the row behind us who'd brought their kid along..not a too-young-to-get-it kid, but a five year old who'd set up a caterwauling everytime the creepies came on screen..and understandably so. There was something being said in the movie about past trauma affecting kids' mental health…wonder if they were listening.. oh and if they ever chance on this post..if you want to give your kids nightmares (for whatever bizarre reason-I'm sure you have a good one) do it in private.. at least you won't be running the risk of having leftover iced tea thrown at you..which is what I was seriously contemplating!
The point I'm trying to make here is that it's not a great movie…and one that's best avoided unless you have an entertaining friend to take with you. And the reason I didn't say that straight out is because I needed to rant.. the whole point of a blog innit?