Oh Look, Krill!

Oh don't worry. Whales don't eat clownfish, they eat krill.

What Do You Do When Your Research Subject Dies?

The latest batch of mussels didn’t survive past a week and so I’m left feeling more than a little stressed and frustrated, so I’m going to take a little break to recover from this setback.

I’m going to get Obsidian Moon, Obsidian Eye by J. Damask, which is a continuation of Wolf At The Door. Both are available at Lyrical Press. I haven’t read urban fantasy in a while and I really enjoyed the first book.

I’m going to do a tiny bit of shopping since it’s been a long while since I’ve updatedy earring collection. Not that I wear earrings all that often now but whatever.

I’m going to read some comic books that I borrowed from Dude and going to lie in bed and catch up on some sleep. The last few nights haven’t been restful since my dreams have all been about mussels.

Then, I’m going to stuff my face with ice cream and maybe maple syrup, if I can find the real stuff.

I’m going to rest, relax and may be try to write since it’s been a long time since I came up with anything.

Not Feeling It

It’s almost the end of the second week of November and I’m way behind in my NaNoWriMo writing. Strangely enough, I’m not even fretting or even worried. I think that’s because I have something else to worry about.

I know I’ve been talking about my mussel project for ages and over the last couple of weeks, I decided to take some time off over the next few months to finish it and just get it over and done with. The project has been like an albatross around my neck that I can barely think about anything else or even muster up the enthusiasm for NaNoWriMo like I normally can.

I’m finally getting the stupid project started and I just don’t have the energy for NaNoWriMo. Those damn mussels sure take up a lot of effort.

So this year, like the last, the NaNoWriMo novel is going to get abandoned not even halfway through the month. I just need to get everything else in order and all will be good. I hope.

School Observations

I’m in school today, preparing some stuff for my experiments next week. Due to my day job I don’t normal come down to campus in the day and encounter the full-time students here. It’s a different kind of experience.

As I sat down, having lunch, i noticed that school life here on campus isn’t so different to when I was in school a decade ago. Students laughing in groups, eating, discussing school work and non-school related things.

The only difference now is that the students range from at most, a decade younger than me and at least a decade older than me. As the school I chose to do my graduate studies is also where they train would be teachers, it is also where they re-train teachers who have already been teaching for many, many years, so sometimes, I can’t tell the difference between the students and the staff.

Anyway, the point is that, despite me being older and that I’m also a working adult, it’s somewhat comforting to know that student life hasn’t changed that much. Curriculum may change, the way subjects are taught may change and especially approved school attire may change, but one thing for sure, school is where people gather, make friends and interact with each other. No matter the age of the student.

Note: This post is written after I drank a relatively large cup of relatively strong coffee. If it’s incoherent, I blame the rambling on the caffeine.

I Fucking Hate Mussels


And I’ve barely started my damn project. The stupid things keep dying on me and have you seen a dead, decomposing mussel? They’re freaking disgusting because they don’t rot, they liquefy!

Now, imagine half a tank of those liquified fuckers! Do you know how rank the entire lab can be?!

Right now I have tank of about 60-70 mussels but when I went back to feed them and change the water today, third of those fuckers died and it was horrendous.

Seriously, if they keep dying on me like this, how the heck am I ever going to get anything done?!

Fuck you, mussels. Fuck you, I say!

Frankly, I’m Rather Sick of Mussels

mussel meal

One of the benefits (downside?) of doing a research project on mussels is that what ever mussels that do not fit the requirement for my project, either too big or too small, I get to take home or give it away to someone else. Since Dude had been helping me with not only the transportation of the darn things, he also helped me clean them and put them in tanks, it’s only natural to give him the mussels that I don’t need. What we didn’t expect was how much mussel there would be left over.

Dude took them home and cooked them and shucked them. He ended up with a kilo and a half of mussel meat which he then made into various dishes. Five days on and he still has a big bowl of mussels left and he told me that he was also getting tired of having mussels.

One very awesome benefit of dating a man who not only cooks but is also imaginative in the dishes that he comes out with, I get to taste his cooking. On one of the days that I was at his place, he made Korean mussel soup with rice cakes for me and a mussel salad for him, to go with his rice cakeless Korean mussel soup (He’s on a diet. Don’t ask.)

As good as the salad and soup were, I could barely finish it since it was day 4 of us eating mussels and I was not a great fan of bivalves in the first place. I’d only eat them if the taste of it was covered up by a lot of garlic butter sauce, like at Manhattan Fish Market.

So yes, day 4 and I’m already not looking forward to the next batch of mussels that will be coming in a few weeks. Urgh.

Why did I choose this in the first place?

So Not Ready For This


Tomorrow, I’ll be heading down to school to start with my research project. As I lay in bed this morning, thinking of the things that I need to do, I realised that I’m superbly unprepared for it. My tanks aren’t set up, I haven’t mixed the sea water and heck, so many other minute details that I need aren’t even done yet.

For the umpteenth time, I wish that I was a full-time graduate student instead of a part-time student trying to juggle school and work at the same time. I don’t have time for anything and now I’m starting to realise why my peers and my seniors before me took time off from work for a couple of months to do their project.

I’m scared. Very, very scared that I’m not able to finish my experiments and writing up my thesis by end of next year. I feel the panic starting to set in and I haven’t even started anything yet.

I know that I’ve been procrastinating a lot and yes, that’s my fault but now that it’s really starting, just thinking about the scale of the work that I’ll be doing, really scares me.

I’m just hoping for more time. Need a time turner. Like seriously.

Whinging, Because I Need It

These past couple of weeks have been hectic. Work basically drained so much of my energy that I barely have energy, or time, to do anything else.

The flash fiction that is due tomorrow isn’t going to get written because well, it’s due tomorrow and I haven’t even started writing yet.

Most importantly, my school stuff has been in the back burner for a while. I’ve barely scratched the surface of what I’m supposed to read on. I should at least do a rough draft of my protocol but the perfectionist in me wants the complete, perfect protocol. It feels like an albatross hanging around my neck.

On top of that, work wise, so many things that need to be done and I’ve only got 2 hands.

I really don’t feel like doing anything productive.

GAH! Seriously. I need more time and motivation to get things moving.

To make up for this whinge, here’s a clip from my favourite Buffy episode.