Day 35 - Attache

Today is the fifth day of my research attachment at the National Metrology Center. Haha, I'm getting used to the winding passages of the place, the chilling air-con of the room, and the retro-styled toilet. Everywhere around me are people with very specialized knowledge of their fields of study. Well, we expect such researchers to be super serious and strict, but my experience proved the contrary, especially as they became very enthusiastic about their fruits day (the students attached get free fruits!) and were very excited of their 'hiking' event (read: brisk-walking around the Kent Ridge park). I guess they are human beings in the end..

Anyway, currently I am still at my 'studying phase', where I am expected to figure out the theories behind the planned experiments for research. Thus, I am deposited to a room for studying while my mentor goes for her work! It's a room with quantum clocks, the Singapore Standard Time (boasting the fact that it would miss a second after a hundred million years). Occasionally you hear phones ringing, and conversations in Mandarin would ensue. (yes, the place is China dominated)

So, for the past few days, I would come in the morning, pull out the theory papers, and attempt to read them. Then I would give up, look at the clock, and curse Singapore Standard Time for being so slow. One of my idiosyncrasies would be disturbing other people to prevent myself from going insane, but I would cause them to be insane instead. The poor victims would be my fellow students getting attached (there are two of them), and I hope that they won't be sent to the Singapore Asylum soon :)

Anyway, when the clock points 12:00, it's our lunch break, our salvation! So today I went to Fusionopolis to catch up with my Indonesian friends who are going through similar ordeals. It simply felt good to be united once more and update each other on our current lives, but not when you keep getting bullied! Sigh, probably I was being retarded when I told them that I like to try tapping my access card to every single room I come across, and the joy I felt when the screen reads 'access granted'. They were like: 'So is this how they teach you back then in your secondary school in Indonesia? Must be it!' Come on people, too smart for a retard right?

20 days left of attachment. 32 days left to Indonesia. I can do this..

Forever yours truly,