last saturday...... having completed my self directed learning assignment, i have uploaded it! MUAHAHA. but im over the word limit by erms.... 500words? *shrugs* im not good at estimating word limit. i hope the lecturer aint good at it too. he did say that he would close one eye to permissible word limit overshooting. well. i guess the word "permissible" is subjective. :p

been having a series of anecdotes.

you know when your tutor is a true-blue scientist when he cracked scientific jokes almost every minute. during tutorial on friday, he was rather interesting and engaging [180degrees change from during lectures!] he started from a student at a corner, and made almost every student answer his questions. then all of a sudden he will jump to a student in another place and he calls himself the "transposon in the class genome" so we have all became individual nucleotide.

oh and you know he's not a boring nerdy scientist, when he was explaining a theory and he used SS to denote a particular imaginary gene. SS for "super super" according to a famous old song [or so he said] and he sang a segment of it. then he realised... there's a huge age gap between him and us, and feigned sorrow.

then you found out he's a child at heart. because i disagreed with his answer, telling him that the particular mutation can be both a gain-of-function (GOF) or a loss-of-function (LOF) mutation, and he got me to explain why it could be a LOF. so i was doing the homodimer and how each allele can give rise to its own polypeptide. a LOF allele gives a defective protein and BLAH BLAH BLAH. then he went "so its a combination of good-good, good-bad, and bad-bad?" and then voila! it became much clearer. sighs. he's actually quite a good lecturer. i realise im quite bad at explaining myself. IN MANY WAYS!

and for geraldine leow! C'est une chanson de comparaison entre quebecois et francais! [go google for the song :p] Les maudits Francais by Linda Lemay

Y parlent avec des mots précis
Puis y prononcent toutes leurs syllabes
À tout bout d'champ, y s'donnent des bis
Y passent leurs grandes journées à table

Y ont des menus qu'on comprend pas
Y boivent du vin comme si c'était d'l'eau
Y mangent du pain pis du foie gras
En trouvant l'moyen d'pas être gros

Y font des manifs aux quarts d'heure
À tous les maudits coins d'rue
Tous les taxis ont des chauffeurs
Qui roulent en fous, qui collent au cul

Et quand y parlent de venir chez nous
C'est pour l'hiver ou les Indiens
Les longues promenades en Ski-doo
Ou encore en traîneau à chiens

Ils ont des tasses minuscules
Et des immenses cendriers
Y font du vrai café d'adulte
Ils avalent ça en deux gorgées

On trouve leurs gros bergers allemands
Et leurs petits caniches chéris
Sur les planchers des restaurants
Des épiceries, des pharmacies

Y disent qu'y dînent quand y soupent
Et y est deux heures quand y déjeunent
Au petit matin, ça sent l'yaourt
Y connaissent pas les œufs-bacon

En fin d'soirée, c'est plus choucroute
Magret d'canard ou escargots
Tout s'déroule bien jusqu'à c'qu'on goûte
A leur putain de tête de veau

Un bout d'paupière, un bout d'gencive
Un bout d'oreille, un bout d'museau