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Memories Of The Science Centre


When I was in school, nothing excited me more than a field trip. It meant that we get to go out of the class and not be stuck listening to sometimes boring teachers. The Science Centre has always been a favourite of mine because it’s so interactive.


I love running around the different exhibits and smooshing all the buttons. Back then, we didn’t know you’re supposed to be patient and wait for something to happen before pressing all the buttons to see what happens. Of course, nothing worked when we did that so we kept running from one exhibit to another, doing exactly the same thing.

While I was doing some spring cleaning I found something that brought back a lot of memories.


I found a Young Botanist badge that was part of the Young Scientist Program. I don’t know if it belongs to be or one of my sisters since we have a tendency to misplace tiny things like that. I had a Young Botanist and a Young Zoologist badge when I was in school. I didn’t have time to complete the Young Astronomer one before I headed to secondary school.

I think that most of my peers would have tried for at least one of these badges and like what Seriously Sarah said, it’s the original Gotta Catch ‘Em All!. I definitely learned a lot from doing the activities on the card and I think that was the whole point of it.

Apparently, this program is still done even now, though I wouldn’t know how active it is. It’s interesting programs like this and the entire experience of growing with the Science Centre that I’d love to share with my future children one day. It’s sad that some of the exhibits seem to always be under maintenance but I guess having hundreds of kids running around almost every day, smooshing all the buttons, will do that.

I’d love to see the Science Centre continue growing and being a wonderful educational place for our future generation.

Scientific Epiphany II

Three years ago I had an epiphany with regards to science and my working life. This morning, while I was sitting through a weekly research update at my work place, I had another one. I was looking at the slides that were being presented and I knew then that I wanted to stay in research.

I know, I know, I’ve said that I’m looking for a change and that I’m a little burnt out from research. Truthfully I am but today’s talk made me realise how much I love being in the lab. Yes, I complain, moan and despair at the job sometimes but underneath it all, I enjoy it. I love it even. I want to stay in the lab and I love working with the machines, with my hands, pipetting and all that jazz. The only problem is that I need direction.

What I need is a mentor to guide me. Not so much in the hand holding but in showing me where I went wrong and motivation. I learned from my graduate studies that while I can work independently, I still need someone to tell me if I’m on the right track or of I’m way off course. Not hint at me on what to do but full out tell me what I’m doing wrong and what I can do to get back on course.

I want to be the one to do the work, to produce the results and learn how to analyse the data. I don’t want to be the one stuck in the office, writing grant proposals, holding meetings after meetings and just end up being an administrator. I want to stay in the lab, so going forward with a PhD may not be the best thing for me. Also, I don’t think I have the fortitude for it.

So how do I go about getting what I want? I think it’s time to find another lab. I have strong technical skills, as long as they’re not biochemistry but I’m willing to learn. I’m adaptable (after some whining and whinging, that’s my process, deal with it) and I’m good with my hands. I want to continue learning and be the best damn researcher without a PhD that I can be. Now, to find another lab who’s willing to pay me more than what I’m getting now.

My Irrational Dislike For Manchester United

If you know me, you’d realise that I’m actually very indifferent about football. I’d watch it if the Singapore team was going up against Malaysia because that’s a matter of national pride. I’d watch the World Cup because it only happens every four years, but I wouldn’t stay up late just to watch it or anything. Everything else about football, I just can’t give two hoots about.

However, Manchester United is just the one thing about football that seems to make me want to punch people’s faces off and I just realised why. It’s the fans, the rabid fans of the football club that are the reason why I don’t like the team at all.

My first exposure to the the English Premier League was at the age of 15. I’d just ended up in a new class after the major reshuffling. It just so happens that the class as made up of mostly football fans. The most vocal of those were the Manchester United fans. They had a very ugly rivalry with the Liverpool fans in the class, shouting across the classroom (not when the teacher is around, of course)on who has better players or who had a better game the night before. I just wanted them to stop shouting because it made it hard to read.

One of those fans was a close friend of mine and she would go on and on about the team. I could usually tune out when they started talking about the team but that wasn’t possible when the gloating started. It was so ugly and I thought that they being bad winners. They were already being bad losers but being a bad winner just makes it even worse. Every single Man United fan in that class was exactly like that it was extremely annoying. Telling them to stop only made them gloat even more. That gloating made so much of an impact on me that it made me turn from an indifferent football spectator, into a someone who hates just that one team.

Even now, whenever someone says anything in the form of support for Man United, it fills me with irrational disgust. It doesn’t help that there’s no where that I can escape from this love for Man U since the fanbase is so strong here.

So now I just try to ignore and just skip over everything Man United that I come across but that doesn’t mean I don’t want then to lose the title match every year.

Escaping From Werewolf Village

Over the weekend, my friends and I were at the Real Escape Game event again. Previously, we attempted to escape from the Mysterious Cathedral. This time, we tried escaping from Werewolf Village.

Werewolf village flyer

I had so much fun the last time I attended the game, I decided to bring Dude with me, this time around. We met up with Jo, Raven, Sarah and Avarielle at the Scape Warehouse, where the event was held.

Raven, Dude and I were in the same group while Sarah, Jo and a few others formed another team. We shared a table with a group of Japanese expats and they were really awesome. Since Raven and I managed to escape the last time, we hoped that we can do it again.

We were shown and a video.

Then, we were given and hour to solve the puzzles and work out the clues to get the answer to the final question.

It was so much tougher this time around. While there was some difficulty in communicating with my Japanese group mates as they were not very comfortable in speaking in English but they breezed through the puzzles amazingly.

Our group was only 3 steps behind solving the final question when time was up and we were ‘killed’ by the werewolves. However, 4 teams managed to ‘escape’ and that’s actually more than all the different sessions of the game combined.

The game was fun and apparently they’ll be coming up with a third installment soon. You can check it out here if you want to know more about the game.

When we were all released from the warehouse, we took a group picture with all our friends just for the memories.

group 1

Thanks Sarah for the picture.

I can’t wait for the next one.

It’s One Of Those Days

When I wish I don’t have to come in to work.

I’d wake up late, have a light breakfast and spend the morning in the pool doing laps like my life depended on it. Then I’d have a snack of some sort or maybe throw a fish fillet on the grill and also some veggies for a light lunch. I’ll have a nap, just relaxing and not doing anything much.

I’d spend the day at the beach, sitting on a mat and enjoying the breeze. I’d people watch, read a book or maybe nap for a little bit. I’d write a little. I’d rent a bike and take a leisurely ride through out the park.

I’d spend the day at home, in the most comfortable pair of shorts and tank top, watching my entire collection of Doctor Who. I’d eat the ice cream out of the tub while lounging on the couch.

I’d rather be anywhere right now than here.

Learning From The Past And Moving On

Sometimes a relationship can leave you scarred and with issues that you’re still unraveling, long after the relationship had ended.

I’d blamed myself a little for the end of the previous relationship until I discovered that it wasn’t my fault. It had never been my fault in the first place. I’d grown up into someone different; very different from the person who entered into that relationship.

I could never be the typical Malay wife/daughter-in-law because I don’t know what that is. My family raised the women to be strong, independent and smart. We’re quick to temper and we can only pretend to be meek for only so long before we start chomping at the bit and our true colours appear.

As much as I love cooking, I’ll never be as good as someone who cooks for a living. I don’t have the time to practice.

I would never be happy as a stay at home housewife, puttering around the house and taking care of the kids full-time, and not have a social life.

I was made to feel like I was never good enough for anything and that’s the worse feeling ever.

I was just different, with different interest and a different personality. That difference was apparently not accepted.

But I learned a lot of things since then.

I learned that I don’t have to give in all the time and that my opinions and thoughts matter. I learned not to be a doormat.

I learned that being different isn’t a bad thing. Just because one person doesn’t get it, it doesn’t mean that no one else won’t get it either.

I learned that I am good enough. For someone else, I would be awesome.

Most importantly, I learned that just because one man treats you badly, id doesn’t mean that others will too.

The right man will be ok with you being different. He might not understand it but he’ll acceptit because it’s who you are and it’s what makes you, you. The right man will make you laugh, smile and warms your heart in ways that you ever thought possible.

And I think I might have found him.

It’s May! A New Beginning?

Which means, I’m back at work. My three months of leave are over and here I am, sitting in the office, wishing that I’m back in bed since it’s storming outside.

Three months of spending days at home and at school are done. I’ve gained 2kg in pudge around the tummy. I’m hoping that when I get back to work, I’d lose that pudge. I’m going to start living healthier too. At least I hope so. Trying to cut down on all the processed food stuff, junk food and caffeine just makes me want it even more.

I really, really want to start swimming again. I want my body back; that hot, trim body from 2009.

Now that school is over, I’m a little lost. I’m not sure what my next step should be.

I’m looking at job availability but I’m not really sure what I want. I’ll definitely be updating my resume and sending it out to see how the job market is like. Doesn’t hurt, right?

I’d like a change. I’ve been where I am for far too long and I think it’s time to grow.

So here’s to a new start.