Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Michael Crichton's Micro

So I just finished reading a novel, Micro by Michael Crichton (completed by Richard Preston because Crichton passed away in 2008). And what I feel recently, I want to live in the micro world once, if I ever have a chance, or if the tensor technology of shrinking things really do exist. Micro tells a story of a group of six PhD students who had been invited by a company, Nanigen that doing research for searching new potential drugs. But then they discovered the dark side of the company, so they have been shrunk to the size of an inch using the tensor field, a electromagnetic-related technology which was able to shrink molecules. In an attempt to escape, they found themselves dropped in a man-made jungle belongs to Nanigen. Living in a micro world was just like living in a wide battle field.

Being an inch in height made all those small little creatures giant to them. I learnt a lot of new thing which mostly wowed me. I learnt that beetles, millipedes, wisps and other small insects produce very powerful chemicals even lethal chemicals for their survival. That would definitely make a micro-human very fragile in their world because human can't produce chemicals, and without armor suit our cells are so fragile, even an ant can tear our body apart. However, on the other side micro world was actually a beautiful and amazing place. We can even see the single cell bacteria. I work with bacteria every day, just imagine how anxious I want to see them, as a single cell alone. By living in a micro world, it will just make a dream come true!

Micro was perfectly written because I can imagine myself in the story, some part has got on my nerves, some part made me feel very nervous, and some part made me want to throw up. And sometimes the author's view of the life of those postgrads students were more or less the same as mine, perhaps that makes me feel very close to the story. Plus the science behind it was so familiar cause that what I was facing each day of my grad school after all. People say reading is like traveling, off course it is :)


Choc bath


Found this in one of my boxes, a free gift from a bookstore in Australia. Back then I didn't bother cause I didn't even need this, so I gave this to my friend. And now here I am, reading this and had a refreshing chocolate bubble bath afterward in a candle-lighted shower. I love the words in that cute recovery guide, they're so wise ;)

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Essence of happiness



Today's essence of happiness ;)

Monday, February 18, 2013

Night's vacation

I usually had a dreamless sleep especially at home, and here when the lab works won't allow me to sit even a minute. But sometimes my mind could sail  to many strange places when the rest of my body rests. These are how dreams sometimes seemed to me.

My dreams can be very bizarre. I was at a very peculiar place with my friends. The place was somewhat creepy and the scene would be dark and gloomy like those in a vampire movie. And it would involve a creepy old building or toilets. I actually dreamed like this several nights. This is mysterious dream.
I hate it when I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt such a great feeling. I knew it was because I had a pretty nice dream, but it was so hard to remember what my dream was. This is a provoke dream.
There were several times I dreamed I didn't wear hijab in public, and I will wake up with a feeling of such embarrassment. Then, I was so relieved  that it was just a dream. This is embarrassing dream.
Sometimes I dreamed about my lab, I was rushing writing up my paper because my supervisor was there too. This is scientist  dream.
I love it when I can meet my family in my dream especially mom. It feels like home. This is lovely dream.
Sometimes my dream can be very sad and I felt like crying when I opened my eyes. This is not a good start of my day. Most of time I will keep myself very quiet that day. This is sad dream.
I had a rare dream, long time ago, I was at a place where I can see my book of deeds. I compared it with my friend's, and I was so sad because my good deeds were less than her. I even once dreamed someone (that I think the Angel of Death) wanted to take my life off. And I was so scared and begged him not to. This one is so scary. This is tarbiah dream I think.
I rarely dreamed about someone I want to meet so bad. But when I did, I will wake up so bright and that would make my day the best day ever. And this is my dreamed dream.

Strange or nice, scary or happy, I would love to have a dreamed sleep. Because I can travel to many places that I'd  never go in my real life, like going for a holiday. And I can experience various feelings that I will not feel in my real life. 

Gotta curl myself up in a bed and have a night vacation! Sweet dreams people!


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Reverse the clock

I just had a nice catching up session with my high school roommate. But I guess it turned out to be a girl-to-girl talk. It's been years, so my secret was, well broken. I didn't really have an attention to tell her but she led me to that way. I really can't help myself. hehe..

I have really really bad memory. I always forget things like what I used to talk about when I'm with my girlfriends, what I used to do with them and so on. So as I chat with my roommate, she reminded me a lot of stuffs which have never been popped out of my mind all these years after I graduated high school. I can't even recall it after she had reminded me. And the worst part is I can't forgive myself for forgetting something that I used to say to my girlfriends about someone important in my life. I think that is what friends for, reminding us what we have forgotten. And as a person like me, I can't be more grateful to have them as a friend.

But I still hate that part of me of being so forgetful. I would love to go back in time if I have a time machine. Because I really can't remember all those small things in high school. I just remember me, in the classroom, in the prep class and in the graduation hall. That is pathetic! I want to reverse the clock so bad right now. Maybe I don't like to think about all those small things so thoroughly, so they are just easily being swept away and replaced with other more important memories. But those small things actually bring color to my journey. How could I forget them? I'm so regret I didn't write them up in a diary.

Memories, please come back. At least in my dream.


 
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