Waiting

Waiting is a long process that tested on perseverance and patience of people. Many of them who can't wait, will probably miss the most beautiful part of the encounter, or if they have smartly escaped the queue, there might be nothing happen in the end. So waiting the queue could find out to be part of luck whether has gain or loss.

In my case here, everything is needed to be waiting. In my lab work I wait for MMLV (Takes me 1.5 hours), PCR (takes me 2 hours), AGE (takes me 1 hour) and intermittent steps waiting for pipettes, tubes, and vortex. Out of the most important thing is waiting for the cell line culture. They are truly our boss, which takes us weeks to prepare and ready for extraction. Secondly, is the primers which I heard should take a week to send to KL and back to Kuching. Concluded as a whole, my FYP is miserable due to waiting, and even doing it hard it turned up disappointing us.
 
Besides FYP, waiting could be a burden for me. I am kind of a "rushing" people where I request things to be done quickly, and sometimes tolerable with the qualities. This is contradicted by the things which done slow but nice. To me, waiting is suffering, as I think every minute even seconds count for the progress, as long as you do something, it is moving, being it is a positive or negative sign. Better than wait and see! Quality control is the one I should challenge myself as I tend to ignore it. However, I am conscious on the priority of the work, which important things will be nicely done,of course.

In contrary, waiting could be nice. Waiting for reply, especially from him, from her, boss, and friends dealing with assignments, these are nice. Waiting to be served, waiting for the holidays, waiting for a bus or LRT to go back home, waiting for the day to come, waiting to jump into pools... How much could I wish to wait for these to come despite of busy and boring routine. The excitement always is the doping dose for me. For now, what I anticipated the most is waiting for confession.

Today saw a queue waiting for bus, this has reminded me of my secondary school time where I would wait for buses to go home, yeah, I am waiting to go home, by 4 months later^^