a fishy experience

that night we ate at a food court...got the 2 to try the famous kampua mee..i've tried better ones.later at night phillip let me hear a tupac song that he had rapped to n recorded,apparently he wanted me to sing the chorus;never got about to doing that.
my dad came back from KL at 10 the next morning n he followed us to kuching in the afternoon.As we were waiting for the boarding gate to open,the air suddenly smelt fish,it was kinda gross but i didnt heed it n then it got unbearable.at that point i realised that my pants were wet n the smell was coming from the chair.i got up in horror to find that i've been sitting on some kinda fishy liquid.i was reeking of rotting fish water.some ass had brought fresh fish into the plane..bloody uncivilised morons.fortunately,i brought n extra pair of pants.even after changing i had traces of that same disgusting smell.throughout the flight i was cursing the person who carried the fish;willing him to endure bloody diorhhea for a year n dying a slow death.hehe.

thank god my dad came along,or else we would have been broke by the end of the trip.he met a sales rep from kuching who regularly somes to the sibu hospital on the same flight and she got us a 2-bedroom apartment at the somerset gateway which cost about 200+/night.The place was incredible..there was a washing machine n n electric clothes drier.the place was perfect.my dad took the yellow-themed room n the four of us took the pink room (girl power?maybe..)pat came along.after taking it all in for about 2 hours,we embarked on our journey to look for food to soothe our growling stomachs.i could literally feel the stomach acids eating at my easophagus...;)

we had chicken rice at a nearby stall n then we went to buy some groceries at the sarawak plaza;apples,iced lemon tea,milk,bread,toothpaste n soap powder...after sarawak plaza,we went on to the starhill of kuching,the tun jugah shopping complex where i fell in love with a purple top from WOC (think the USM colour is becoming one of my favourites)

i had my moms camera with me,so we took pictures at the cat triangle.then we went on walking along the waterfront which was beautifully lit up.though there was a slight drizzle,it didnt dampen our spirits..there were stalls set up along the riverbank n everyone there was friendly and relaxed.across the river was the fort margharita n brooke's residence which is currently the ydp of sarawak's residence.standing by the riverbank,the whole scenery was breathtaking to behold.its nothing like the penang esplanade,trust me.
pat was already whining by the time we reached some stalls that was selling sarawakian souvenirs.jo n mai yin bought cloth that was woven in traditional sarawakian design while i bought sarawak batik,having in mind a nice baju kurung.mai yin also bought some handmade wooden spoons for her mom..after bargaining to a price where all aprties agreed,we paid the lady n left.

we crossed a small pavement to a posh-looking malay restaurant coz pat was starting to act like a brat.my dad ordered buttered prawns,midin belacan, fish and chicken.while waiting for our orders to arrive we walked over to this aquarium looking thing (it didnt have water lah) where they kept live crabs,its legs were tied.the man there proceeded to tell us bout how cheap crabs r in sarawak as compared to KL.then he started talking bout soft shelled crabs which none of us had seen before.since they didnt have any live ones,he brought one out from the fridge to show us.call me ulu, but the crabs shell was almost non-existent,it was that soft..
the man was actually trying to get us to buy his crab burger that apparently won some award;the most creative burger or something.the whole soft shelled crab is fried n placed between the burger buns together with other stuff u get in burgers;lettuce,mayo etc.imagine,the whole crab(not deshelled) in your burger.well,since he was so nice be 'ta pao-ed' 2 burgers.the fish that came was malnourished, it didnt have meat at all,just crunchy skin..the midin was nice;midin is some kinda ulam thingy n the prawns were good too...the chicken dish should have been named 'chilli onions' intsead of 'chilli chicken' coz onions seemed to be the highlight where else the chicken was like garnish.when the bill came,it was a whopping rm 100.i felt sakit hati a lil for my dad,but he sisnt seemed to mind,maybe coz he felt bad for ordering the stupid fish.

the interior of the restaurant was nicely done,there was a water fountain set up in the middle n we took pictures.after dinner we walked some more n took more pictures..now,if only i can remember where the pics were taken...

since we were getting beat n the rain was threatening to pour,we decided to head back to the hotel.after showering n putting the clothes for wash, we settled in front of the idiot box with a glass of iced lemon tea each,watching crime night on discovery.before we left the apartment,crazy mai yin had switched on the air conditioning system at 16 degrees celcius that my fingers and toes almost turned into popsicles..it was a cold night,but four ppl on the 2 joined single beds generated enough heat to keep me from freezing to death.i'd rather die of a heat stroke anytime...

the next morning,my dad's friend,another sales rep picked us up n took us for brunch,sarawak laksa...was kinda good.then he drove us around town,randomly pointing out places to us n telling us what it was about..he dropped us off at the museum n told us to give him a call when we're done coz he had to go home to pack.he was leaving to miri that evening.i thought i would die of boredom in the museum,but it was extremely enlightening..there was this makeshift double storey long house inside the museum.all of us climbed up the narrow piece of woodwhich were cut just a little at sections so that it acts as a ladder..the piece of wood was only about 10cms in diameter...u couldnt stand on the top floor,i guess its only meant for sleeping...being dark n cosy.though we saw the 'no cameras' sign outside the museum,we thought no one would notice us taking one picture...we guessed wrong..the guard came n sternly warned us not to take anymore pics..

out of curiousity,we asked the guard the reason behind the rule.he just smiled n said he was just doing his job.jo started overreacting,saying "sure got something wan...sure the pics can capture spirits or something like that..y else isnt he telling is the reason?he just doesnt want to scare us..shouldnt have taken the pic.." she never fails to amuse me...

to ease her anxiousness,we asked the front desk guard, n he said the reason being is so that the antiques can be preserved for a longer time.each time a person get hit by the camera flash,one cell in the persons body dies..same way,each time a flash hits the artifacts/antiques,its in the process of destruction...
my dad left us n crossed over to the new museum while we lingered longer n walked to the dataran museum where a band was rehearsing for the international kuching jazz festival that was to be held there that night...it was a lovely park which joined into a cemetery...we took pics there, n by the water fontain.the cleanliness of the place was amazing,i felt ashamed on behalf of the semenanjung ppl.
the sun was blistering our skin n left us dehydrated...so we bought ice cream from an old man selling homemade ice cream.then we brossed over to the new museum where an exhibition was being held.

we saw mat salleh's will n his last letter to his family before his execution..for a split second,i swelled with pride in being malaysian.outside the new museum,we took pictures at this high rise pole looking thing which is actually a burial ground for a few sarawakian patriots...
after a while,my dad's fren came to pick us up n took us to the damai beach which was a private beach for their guests only.but me managed to get permission to look at the place.

i have no idea y we were such angels to ask for permission,i dont think they would have noticed us walk in.jo n i wandered of to a secluded rocky place n we took pics there while mai yin n pat rolled up their pants n wadded in the water..we met up with them n collected some seashells when the wind began to blow furiously n a soft drizzle began to fall.looking up,the clouds were a raging dark grey,so we headed back to the lobby where my dad n his fren were sitting.it was almost time for that man's(forgot his name) flight,so we hopped into his unser back to the hotel.initially we planned to visit the cultural village,but cancelled our plans coz the entrance fee was bout rm45.only after we returned to semenanjung we learnt from elaine (who also went to kuching during the hols) that for IPTA students,the entrace fee was rm10.

i wasnt that psyched to go there coz it was too commercialized n i really didnt think that we would get the real feel of the culture which we got during our long house stay the next week.thats rm 10 saved.
by the time we got back to the apartment,we were starving so we went to sarawak plaza to get something to eat.

the rain stopped,so we walked along the waterfront n hailed a sampan that took us across the river.it costs us a mere 30 cents.we walked through the lil wooden houses to the margharita fort only to find it closed,but we managed to peek through the slit at the doors.the centre of the fort was a patch of grass that rooted many canons in a circle pointed outwards n up.we took pictures at the majestic solid wooden door of the fort.outside the fort were war time vehicles used to transport criminals n refugees,we climbed9my dad included) into the jeeps n clicked away at the camera.then we walked on to a beautifully lanscaped orchid garden...

as i was clicking away,i began to wonder y the roll of film never end.then i checked the numbers on the screen,it never moved.i was furious at pat,coz she used the camera in school before we went to kuching,n according to her, her dumb friend loaded the film...all those pics in vain!!she knew i was angry at her n terasa,i felt bad the moment i scolded her,but i guess my ego got the better of me...mai yin then tried to pujuk her..thankfully i brought my camera,so we managed to take pics there..we crossed the river again n had to take pics again at the cat triangle,but it didnt come out that well,thanks to my lousy camera..nonetheless...it was something.
at the apartment,we showered n got ready to go kai-kai some more,particularly the jazz festival.pat refused to come along, but i talked her into coming...tickled her literally..

first,we ate at this seafood restaurant (seafood again),but this time the food was quite good n it wasnt as expensive,bout rm70 for the 5 of us...fish,vege,tofu n something else,i really cant remember.after stuffing our faces, we took the 25 minute walk to the dataran museum to watch the jazz festival,steve thornton performed with his band,jazz,but with a more ethnic-jungle feel to it,no saxes..quite good but it got quite monotonous after a while. i preferred the band that played before him coz i think jazz isnt complete without the saxophone...the crowd was encouraging although they had to stand all throughout coz the field was muddy n wet..we went home with terribly soiled shoes...pat(who was half dead by then) n my dad found a cemented ground to sit on..while we were busy scanning the crowd for good looking guys..we found one..but he disappeared soon after.we retired early that night..

the next morning we went to the port by cab to take the 5 hr boat ride back to sibu..halfway through the journey, i went climbed the steps to the top open air part of the boat n sat there for the rest of the journey.mai yin n the others joined me a while later..the speed of of which the boat was going and the wind that blew hard against our faces slapped our hair in every direction;by the end of the ride,i looked like i just walked out of a hailstorm.

that ride on the rejang river,though long,was the most relaxing experience i've had in a long time.looking at the magic of god's nature that surrounded us,everything else seemed so trivial and it felt darn good to be alive..

SIBU.....

this is the longest time ive ever been away from the pc....hols have been great so far..but it could be better it i had more money..appa,take the hint please...:)
jo n mai yin arrived at sibu on the 16th morning, n since i suck at manual n wasnt sure of how to get to the airport,my mom drove to the airport to pick them up..we came home to homemade nasi lemak with yummy sambal...it wasnt as hot as my mom usually makes it..i guess since she thought that mai yin being a chinese n all,couldnt take spicy food,so she decided to go easy on the chilli..hehhe..
but mai yin is almost indian when it comes to spicy food n alcohol...hhahah..it was jo's nose that started running n whose face turned red...i always tell her that she's a disgrace to indians...heheheh
after shasha,pat n phillip came backfrom school,we spent the whole afternoon roaming around sibu town after dropping pat off for her never-ending co-curricular activities..we went to the lau keng howe museum,where we saw a preserved foetus,the medical apparatus used during the olden days,mai yin n jo took pictures with skeletons;mai yin put its arm around her shoulder like as if it was her long lost buddy.lau keng howe is this guy who supposedly donated all his money to make that museum n build a hospital that he insisted be named after him.syok sendiri.
we visited my moms clinic, the chinese temple;we took pictures with the goddes of mercy statue...n played with this butterfly that refused to come near shasha but was happy on mai yin's palm.then we went to the one n only shopping complex in sibu...wisma sanyan...jo also noticed how everyone just stared at us..as if they've never seen indians before,my mom says that they call all indians thamby's ...eventhough its quite obvious that you're the opposite of one..after walking around for a while..we went to the department store n loaded the cart with goodies for the children of the longhouse we were gonna visit the next week;sumi jellies n tiger biscuits..then we picked pat up from school n went home...that night ....

i gtg now...to be continued..:)

aaahhh...long time since...

my first blog,live from sarawak...havent blogged in a while...
i miss taren's pc...this thing is so damn slow..n old (wonder if the sibu museum wants it)
anyway,i was listening to the radio n chingy's right thurr was playing.does anyone know what thurr mean?apparently,accordin to kee thuan chye's 'mind your english' column states that 'thurr' means 'there', but when i try to put it in the context of the song..it absolutely doesnt make sense..
i'm a die hard rnb-hiphop fan...but i have to say that im quite,how should i put it...'buta' when it comes to comprehending what the singer's trying to say...i know what peeps is though...n shorty n trippin...ghetto, according to my sis means backstreet...huh?there's a whole long list of hippy-hopper language that i dont get...maybe i'll post it up sometime n you guys could enlighten me...howz that you'rr??
just when im havin hols,astro decides not to air my fav programs..damn!
what happened to everybody loves raymond (who doesnt) n boston public..menyampah..at least oprah's still on..but i miss dr tell-it-like-it-is-phil though...he was good..but id freak out if i went to him for therapy..dont think i could handle it straight-faced...
cant wait for my other 2 angels to arrive tomorrow..then we're off to kuching..jo,i hope u can handle the overnight ot the long house..the tuak n the river bath...hehhe...gosh,its gonna be fun...oh..n the boat ride!just dont throw up kay?
wish maya could join us,but she's got exams comin up n all...oh well..
dont worry gurl...we'll go clubbing together-gether when im back on the 24th kay? NO FENG TAU-ISM!!

a frustrated malaysian shopper

I don't know about you guys, but somehow I feel that the clothes in stores
here in this country only fit sticks. Since I'm the total opposite of a
stick (some would say uhmm...well-endowed though I personally beg to
differ), you can probably imagine how terrified I am of the fitting room.
Each visit leaves me feeling fat, ugly and humongous. Simply put, once I
step out of the room my confidence level goes down to zero. Even though I
get lotsa compliments from guy friends about my figure (okay, okay. I have
big boobs and a wide arse and no, I'm not bragging) I know for a fact that
they'd choose a surfboard look-alike over me to be their girlfriend anytime.
Honest. All those voluptuous women can just stay in the X-rated mags and
videos where they belong.

Okay, going back to the clothing issue. Why is it so damn difficult for me
and my likes to get clothes these days? The other day I was in a store and I
noticed that every piece of clothing that I picked up, I never seemed to
find the L-sized one. Curious, I asked the sales assistant and she smugly
said, "we only have S and M, because most girls nowadays are slim and thin
loh". I could have wrung her neck there and then but sanity got the better
of me. She should bloody well thank her lucky stars coz it sure did save her
from seeing stars. There are some out there who absolutely love slyly
torturing the non-perfect ones (read tall, anorexic looking, snow-white,
dainty feet and hands, hairless arms and legs and perfect long, straight and
shiny hair).

Call me a sour puss, maybe I am but that's exactly how I feel. Each time I
walk pass an apparel store I always have to control myself from getting too
excited, especially when I spot an absolutely gorgeous item. I see a frilly
Liz Hurley dress on the shelf that looks like it would fit perfectly and
after much persuasion to try it on, I do, only to discover that the zip just
won't go up after the waist. Why? I covered that in the first paragraph.
Trying the next larger size, the zip does go up but there's so much of extra
frills at the hips, I could sew a curtain for my bedroom window. Well, it's
either too big or too small, but 99.9% of the time it's too small. I was
grumbling to my sister about this and you know what she told me? "Why don't
you try the maternity store?" I guess I have to start considering that; the
rate things are going.

My cousins who are studying in Australia and the UK were down during the
August sale season and they just didn't want to go shopping for clothes
here. According to them (I absolutely agree with them on this), it's just
too depressing. They wouldn't mind paying much, much more for clothes that
fit perfectly and that don't end up making you feel like a stuffed turkey.
XXXXL in this country is still S in my world, so just save the characters on
the labels, people! Do like what some stores do, no size description at all!
Everything is free-sized, even skirts and jeans, coz they stretch. Yeah,
like ONE CENTIMETRE! I wanna list these stores down, but I might get sued
for defamation or something (hah, too much of 'The Practice'). But some of
you may know what kinda stores I'm talking about.

Walking along the streets of Perth, Australia two years back, I couldn't
have been more happy coz I actually fit into an S-sized top and an S/M
skirt. Now, that's what I call therapeutic shopping. And the sales
assistants there were angels; kind and polite and would definitely put ours
to shame. Since I've got the makings of the next Emelda Marcos, shoes are
the next most important item on my shopping list and boy, was I ecstatic
when I discovered that in Perth, I didn't have to ask "apa saiz paling besar
you ada?" Shoes there went up to sizes 14 and I was a 6, when all the while
here I've been an 8.

So back in Malaysia, I was ever so grateful when Miss Selfridge, Topshop and
MANGO came along. Yeah, they cost a bomb, but who cares? It fits! And the
chance of bumping into someone who's wearing the same thing is much smaller,
definitely.

Oh, and don't let me start on the undergarments department. One look at my
overwhelming assets and those heartless promoters lead me to the granny
section. There are so many pretty bra's in A cups but the highest they go is
to B. What about C? What about me? Can't I feel sexy too? Why must I stick
to murky brown, skin-coloured, huge Trojan pad-looking ones that make me
look like I'm going to war? Only Wacoal has so far been able to fulfill my
feminine needs, other than that, I head on to Singapore to get the stuff I
need coz I don't think walking around braless is a pretty sight. Sometimes I
wonder at the insensitivity of those in charge of importing these things.

Well, frankly I don't think that it's advisable for us oversized ones to go
shopping in Malaysia if we're depressed, coz it's far from soothing. You'll
just end up sinking deeper into your unstable emotions. ..In the meantime,
I'll just stick to jeans and oversized tee's.

growing up

Growing up. Sounds easy? Think again. Dwell upon it, do you not agree that
it takes and gives so much anger, frustrations, love, joy, complications,
expectations, etc. Frankly, growing up takes much, and I repeat, much more
effort than required to push a stalled bus back to life all by yourself.

Since the beginning of time, it was decided by the Almighty, that every
being should and must go through a metamorphosis (physically especially,
besides emotionally, mentally and spiritually). Adam and Eve accepted of
course, not realising that that was the root of all malaise. What is it like
being the age you are? Do you wish that you were younger? Older? Or do you
just don't give two hoots about it, age is just a number? Ponder.

Remember the time when you were still a baby? What a silly question, of
course you don't. Never mind, no worries, I'll brief you while you check
with your Mommy and Daddy. When you were brought into this world, the nurses
laid you in the gentle, secure arms of your parents, their faces portrayed
those of pride and joy, while you, oblivious to your surroundings, were
screaming your pitiful lungs out. This scene would have taken place even if
you were born with three arms, five legs and fine purple hair, trust me. On
that day, they vowed to give you the very best they can, and to love you
unconditionally, come what may.

As weeks passed, they 'toilet-trained' you, fed you, clothed you and kept
you safe. They were overjoyed when you first uttered 'mama' and 'papa', but
sighed to themselves when when you learned to walk. Your first step towards
freedom.

After a child's first birthday, everything happens too fast to comprehend,
to the parents at least. In a wink, a toddler would have learnt how to tie
his shoelace, button his shirt and memorise the emergency numbers.

Kindergarten, would have been a breeze for the noisy, boisterous and
extrovert kind but definitely not so for mommy's boy. Colouring, drawing and
singing is every child's favourite while writing and and counting very much
detested. It is at this period of time that feelings and emotions of these
young ones (yes, yes you were an angel once) develop and surface.

Bullying, sharing and bad-mouthing are considered normal scenarios in such a
place. It is things like these that bring home grouses such as "Mommy, I
hate Emily, I hate Justin. I hate everybody. I don't wanna go to school
tomorrow and forever and ever!" "Why?" The ever so patient mother asks.
"Well, Emily and Justin and the rest...they.." Boo hoo hoo. A trail of
dafening wails ensue and the kid doesn't complete his sentence. And, as a
parent, they are obliged to justify their child's reasons and excuses,
however dumb and senseless they may sound.

Next follows a trip to the kindergarten, warning each classmate to behave,
especially Emily and Justin, besides having a word with the already
overworked staff. Silly parents, if I may say so. What was going through
their mainds? Did they really expect to see a sudden change in the attitude
of the bratty classmates? They must be off their rockers! Out of their
cotton-picking minds!Because, from now onwards not only the child suffer
when it comes to dealing with a resembling situation by being spoon-fed like
this (kinda reminds you of our education system, don't you think?), the
child would also be shunned out of games and such. The kid's self-esteem is
at stake and the parent or guardian's action of showing up in school wasn't
a boost. Not at all.

With all these scars from a very young age, the child moves on to primary
school. Here, the child assumes a sense of importance, what with the uniform
and all. The first few days may result in some reluctance and uncertainty,
but mostly sooner, rather than later, they will adapt. After all, they're
kids, and it's a proven fact that they pick up and accept much easier and
faster. Being a kid, life is fun with no worries, at least not as much as an
individual depending on our public transport. Hakuna matatta.

Then comes the serious, no-hanky-panky secondary session. It is at this
phase that character developement will take a distinct turn, either towards
a brightly lit highway or a narrow, bumpy journey. True meanings of love,
life and friendship will reveal itself to the young intelligent ones.

One of the most important decisions to make, happens when you have to choose
your friends. At this point you can afford to be a little bias and stingy
when it comes to praise when judging someone. All this because, friends can
either make or break you. Having a friend can be most rewarding. They say
that people come and go, and so do friendships. I firmly believe that
friendships based on trust, honesty and love can survive many a trial,
endure whatsoever tribulations and get by heated misunderstandings with
forgiveness, minus the grudge. That is a pure and treasured bond.

In order to obtain and sustain such a friendship, both parties should
generally be receptive and must not be a bigot. The friends that surround us
can be classified into a few categories, such as the 'hi-bye' friends, with
whom we exchange polite greetings and occasional nods of acknowledgement
when passing by.

Then there are the now-you-see-me-now-you-don't types. Beware, for this is
the breed that would most likely drag you in mud, face-down. These people
only want to share in your joys, and they tend to be deceitful and jealous
of your successes. Once you receive bad news or if you feel melancholic,
count on them to not be there. They are potential back-stabbers, and
boyfriend-snatchers, you know what I mean.

Always look for the softer eternally-yours kind when choosing peers. You can
count on them anytime, anywhere and for anything. If you have found this
person, three cheers for you.

Almost adults, the existence of love cannot be denied. However much you run
and hide, it will find you, if it's meant to be that is. There isn't an age
limit to love, for love also includes puppy love. But there is a certain
level of maturity which has to be attained before pursuing seasoned love
(gosh, I sound like Thelma). This type of relationhip symbolises mutual
understanding and giving and should not be rushed into because it will come
when you are ready. Make sure that your partner is everything that you
aren't so that the both of you can make a balanced package. All in all, only
when you're happy in all these above aspects, can you make your life as a
student reach its peak.

I'm in no position to comment on being an adult, I'll get back to you on
that; for I am still a half-baked adolescent. But what I am sure of is that
it takes plenty of responsibility and will. Whatever it is, the best is to
live for each day, like there's no tomorrow. Treasure all the simple things
in life and make the best out of the worst. Everyday is yours to behold, so
take each moment and live each moment. Carpediem. Seize the day. Above all,
smile .....for tomorrow may be worse.

just another manic friday...wish it was sunday...

dheven's not a stuck up snob after all,he actually initiated conversation today...wondder if he knows that we have been bitching bout him...
i went to the library today,in a vain attempt to study..uinfortunately that didnt happen..instead i fell asleep for one solid hour.....
penang has been raining cats n dogs this past 2 days...so unfair to have to study in this crappy weather....hot chocolate n the bed sounds more tantalizing....went to see mr raymer...but he wasnt in his room....i want my assignment back!
there was a lil note on his door asking harpreet,nizam n emmanuel to see him..wonder y...
stupid harpreet...she's denying that she borrowed 2 of my books..the nerve...i remember distinctly that she did...so does everyone else except her...
we gave dan n jon a lift to the bus station...they're really nice ppl....

wantan mee besar made me broke

Just came back from lunch... I had wantan mee besar, im such a piglet,I thought the besar was actually medium,which I wanted to order..but the words didn't come out right.how does that happen?sederhana is 3 syllables n besar is 2,wasted 30 cents...oh well..
Sigh..I guess I could call it my last meal before I hit the atm..coz I have absolutely nothing in my wallet now... hope there's something in there to be withdrawed... is that grammatically correct?

Im so happy I didn't have to down disgusting coffee last night... I slept like a baby..but im still sleepy!maybe my body is sedang memampas-ing for my lack of sleep these past few days...
I heard yesterday that the linkin park concert is a seated one..what the hell??not that im a linkin park fan..like nyuet ying said... if I wanted to sit at the concert... I might as well buy the cd, n sit at home n listen to it... oohhhh... n craig david's performing in penang(its like we're meant to be..hahahah) on the 11th...but that's the day I fly back..damn!!y penang?n not kl?thats the weird part... I hope it's the real craig..not some impersonator... there's one who's always in bangsar,shadows specifically..some small punk with a condom on his head...
Skippy is like the most arrogant person I know..ok ok..i don't know him..but im pretty good at character judgement... most of the times at least... I wonder if he has Tiffany's in his mouth... smile la bengap!wont die rite...
Btw... my organic paper was interesting... coz I was able to make my own rreactions... created some catalysts... estimated the pressure n temperature for it to be carried out n all... should patent it... n add that little registered sign... the small capital r... small capital??i need some sleep