::Nanuenymous::

Today, I decide to blog a little. Filling in one of the many time slots I have in my hand.
OK. I lied. I'm a busy woman, of which case will be explained further below. Also, today, I decide to take this very traditionally, rolling back to the days where blog was all about diaries. Where things weren't money-oriented, where blogs weren't omni-present like today. I'm about to rant about my whereabouts. Hee.

Quite a handful of relevant beings came up to me and shot that usual "tak balik ke tahun ni?" question. Quite frankly, I modified my template answer a couple of times already. Earlier this year I started off with "takde duitlah". Then it went "kene amik summer school lah tak sempat nak balik" then now it has become "kene buat final year project". Before you could start on anything, I'd like to clarify you that those are all true. The template changed because it had to run parallel with the degree of how convincing the reasons have gotten over time. My reason as of now is as hard as a brick wall. I have to complete my final year research project this summer. So, in short, nanue is busy.

Let me bore you with a slight taste of 'a day in nanue's life' - summer edition. To ease things up, I'll pick today. Today was one of the longest day I had to spend in the lab, I literally ran in and out of rooms, attended centrifuge seminar, did a lot of washings and mixing and all other fun stuff. Good thing we finished everything right before 5pm. Then, the tired nanue headed home, put on her best effort not to tilt her head to the side along the way (due to tiredness that is), but knowing myself, I still did, nevertheless. Like a pendulum, it goes on and on and on like so for the next couple of months.

So basically that's how this machine-like being rolls around this summer. I hope this enlighten if not all, some of you on why I can't be home this summer. And also. Sorry that you have to bear with my very juvenile style of writings. To be honest, I secretly wish I could pen down effortlessly about the simplest thing there is and be proud of my masterpiece. Unfortunately, I'm not blessed with that Midas touch we all wish we had. Oklah.
I'm too sleepy to write more. Gnight and goodbye all. Ta!