of men and mice

nice, stupid playground.

dear daisy,

the best laid plan of men and mouse often goes awry - robert burns

in the context of translational medicine from animal model to human, many scientists belief that with advancement understanding of human genomic, we are now venturing into era of personalized medicine. variation in the biological effects in human epigenetics by specific drugs is the 'new' thing of interest in the area of personalized molecular targeting. epigenetic serve as 'on' and 'off' switch of specific gene, which may be defected or compromised in diseases in which the effect do not involve the alteration of human's DNA sequence -

understanding the human cancerous cells - from mouse model to the lab

chasing cars

all the i am
all that i ever was

growing up

gyeongju - south korea

i wondered through fictions to look for the truth, buried beneath all the lies.

train trip: busan - gyeongju

2014

song: drop of jupiter

the rogue one - starwars vs ipman

shooting star

Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now 

Wish right now, wish right now

a head full of dreams

standing on the spot where martin luther king, jr. delivered historical ' i have a dream' speech.

kafka on the game

during my two years stay at home, i began to know a lot about my dad - and sometimes we could sit for hour talking about mostly everything - from the fall of manchuria, to hemingway and to his days at university, first rotu training (i actually drove there myself on our fourth north trip to penang), and he played rugby, read trivia and random facts like fiji does not belong to any continent, but considered as oceana. and former president of peru, alberto fujimori is of japanese descent ......stupid jokes about life way s#its my dad said - tweets.

my dad gave me his old, broken nikon which he used to take pictures of our trips when we were young, cute and pretty much behaving like normal kids at that age. i love this picture the most, at disney world - where mom was busy looking for direction, and us, perhaps were dancing to one direction's what makes you beautiful.

god, i miss my dad. i just can't write...

electric light orchestra - washington visit

 the corm, amorphophallus titanium - that me and my sister dahlia been working on.

botanical garden, always remind me of the garden that burst into life - by snowpatrol and my sister's work - how we traveled for a year to find amorphophallus species around malaysia for her research.

my dad was the first person who taught me about the medicinal benefit of periwinkle for cancer therapeutics when i was nine or ten - he also brought us (when i was 10) to yosemite and zion national park where i first saw the real footprint of a dinosaur. (and jurassic park was a hit at that time)

my trip to washington was short and educational*,  i spent most of the time at smithsonians - and also at the national zoo, which i found myself a bit disappointed (of myself, actually) because of how the animals were looking at me in despair and tired. far cry from what you would see in discovery channel and national geography
- roaming for free in the acres of lands. like taylor swift's video music - wildest dream.

i look forward to visit arnold arboretum of harvard university someday - i heard that it is nice in autumn, i haven't figure out of my research writing yer. it's writer's block all over again.... but i found my visit to washington fruitious because i did not only learn about plant, i also get to revisit the memory that i had with my family when we traveled across mohave desert, where my mom brought me a unique set of hematite jewelry at the conservation.

i received two books this week on physics of the impossible by michio kaku and on interstellar by kip thorne. my weekend was spent on boring movies like a hologram for the king because there was tom hanks - just how fishing salmon in yemen did with obi wan kenobi.

i finished reading the queen of katwe and i realise that i lost all cards to complain about things that happened in my life. my mom told me to just be grateful - and i am allowed to cry, only to her - cause showing any sign of weakness is not going to be helpful. until.... i saw this video it is okay to cry

my body combat instructor, chelsea - is awesome - although i am terrible at back and side kicks , she has always been inspiring, the same way i feel about watching olympics 2016 - stories of human's endurance, resilient, discipline and patience.

my dad and mom are two great person that i am missing so much at this time. dad just celebrated his birthday last weekend - mom told me to make amend with the friend who thought that i did him wrong, so i can move on with life. thing is, we hardly control lives, and the people who love and hate us at the same time. life is pretty much complicated, mystery and wonderful.

i should stop and get back to work on my writings..about.....  the plan of men and mice often goes awry.... on translational research approach from mice to human-like 3d model.

somewhere, someday..

dear daisy,,

journal is a treasure trove of the past - funny how i wrote this 9 years ago and now i'm sharing the same story with my niece - who is now online asking me about the latest pokemon i hope she will like nsync too. her uncles are better at games compared to me, in fact, my youngest brother just arrived in malaysia few hours ago...i always the first one to die in video games. well, a good manager doesnt need to be very good at playing the game but tactics like jose mourinho.

someday, somewhere, someone, something good will happen. always be kind. 

- a note from my dad... and a kind man told me yesterday not to hurt my knuckles, save myself.

note from 2007:

i want to be the very best, no one ever was.

i love the opening theme from the first version. i hv the vcd of the first movie with nsync singing somewhere, someday...... this is a loveable monday, and if morning indicates the day, today must be a nice day.

a good day, myra. 

a song from jesse and james, my fav. team rocket.

We're the best at being the worst

At coming in last, we're always the first

Our flaws are top-drawer

We define Murphy's Law

We're the best at being the worst

We're totally immersed

And incredibly well-versed

We're the best at being. the worst

in the spirit of olympic 2016

it has been five weeks since i enrolled in a body combat class, coached by an mma fighter and  amazing teacher. it a perfect combination of kaarate, taekwondo and a little bit of yoga in the end of the session (which i truly find the hardest to follow) honestly, bending is  for plastic not flesh  and bones - the joke that i have been telling my best friend - who is an ardent fan and a yogi. i actually had a bad time on my first yoga class, because i had my late lunch  30 minutes before the class. (the rest was history)

2 years ago, while i was in malaysia i had the chance to watch a biography movie on fair skinned mary kom of india, whose despite odds of racism, discrimination and hurdles, is a five time world boxing champion, qualified for london 2012 and won a bronze. mary kom is played by priyanka chopra in the movie

.myra kom