Mushy Wushy Lovey Dovey for my Hunny Bunny

=( Hrmph baby's not having any net for the time being because she has to shift out from her room. Poor thing. Plus she's sick and tired and her classes are crazy packed. Sigh.. I really really wish I was there with her, to take care of her, spend time with her, waking up in the morning and finding baby lying next to me =) I don't like this distance. I hate it so much I rather not go through it.. Hmm imagine if you were here with me. You studying medicine and me studying my own thing. You would come back after classes and me after mine, cook together, settle in and watch TV together, make love in the night and drift off till the morning, walks in the park, silly jokes we come up together, holding hands.. It really doesn't seem to be asking much isn't it? Funny how something as simple as that takes a whole lot to achieve. Why is life full of paradoxes like that? Anyway love, just to tell you that I love you and miss you dearly on this silent night.

This is what's going on. Microbiology lecture. A gigantic lecturer with extremely rough voice and about 80 over students. All concentrating on microorganisms.

And this is what I'm drawing... On my lecture table. Happy Humping my creatures!

I'm afraid.. that when I a told a friend who recently went abroad to study that missing home is normal. That she just needed time to get used to it. That you'll be ok later.

What if by 'it' I meant the depression. The loneliness.

Yea, I'm bored, and I suddenly had this crazy idea of putting up Fatal Frame 3 pictures up on my blog. Luckily I came to my senses and decided not to.

Actually, in truth, I Did browse for them, and got kinda freaked out, so I quickly closed the page. Hehe...

Gonna put up pics I took today in my Histology deparment instead.

Feel free to laugh..

My histology department... Yeahh.. Proud to be studying here... bluekkk

Welcome to Hell!!!

There was seriously nothing else to take in this department. It's boring. It's dull. It's all grey and the reason why I'm studying here is because it's cheap! muahahhaa... -_-''

See, what I mean bout me being a phychiatrist? In the past week, about 5 different people have come to me just looking for someone to share their problems with. Thinking about this I realised that some of the friends that I was close to for a short period of time all have issues. Okay, I didnt just realise this now, cause other people have pointed it out to me. So now the question is, if I'm listening to other people's problems. Who's listening to mine? Who's giving me advice on how to go through life? I sometimes feel lost in this world.

What's the purpose of life? Can't be asking yourself that question when you're at a state of complete unawareness of your surrounding. Don't think this month is a very good month. Too many rising situations you wish you were far away from.

Confession: I don't believe most of the things I preach on.

What can we do?

Let us all just pray...

For a miracle..

For a sign..

For faith..

That one day life and all it's problems will unravel itself and there would just a perfect day. Where you can just look up to the sky and say..

I'm Happy..

One day, just one day, we'll complete the cloning process and bring you back to life my friend, Lenin.

G.U.M. One of the most expensive places to shop but heck it's pretty.

You can see the Kremlin from here. If you tip toed a bit more...........You'll still be seeing the same thing.. Dumbassss....

Right! I did everything I could to make him smile or laugh, or frown at least but damn it he just stood still. Should try flashing him someday. That would throw him off!

Sigh, I feel like I'm still in Msia, only because the internet connection is sucky. It got better this morning, then it got worse. Used to be so proud of the fact that Russian net had roadrunner speed. *beep beep. Bleh. Feel like the damn coyote.

So suppose to be studying but just.. can't.. reach .. for the book.. ahhh.. Lazyyyyy. I'm not cut out to be a med student! No shit! I don't have the qualities, I'm not determined, I hate studying... I like listening to people's problems and just talk to them about it and try to relate and ahhhh.. I should have been a psychiatrist or something. Isn't it easier than studying medicine. I mean, to me all you have to do is just sit down in an air-conditioned room, and listen to people go on and on about their life and the mistakes they made and most of the time they come to their own conclusion on what they should do. I am aware how totally stupid I just made myself sound. I don't care.

Cmon reach for the book man! Ahh, CVS, ahhh diagrams of hearts, which don't exactly look like hearts to me. Why can't hearts be shaped like hearts. I think it would much simpler that way. Gahhh stupid net. Glad this autosaves.
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Just done cleaning my comforter cover. B vomited all over it while she was here. Guess her stomach coudn't adjust to the food here, or I didnt take good enough care of her =( Anyway, had to wash the whole thing myself because the washing machine coudn't eat anymore of my clothes. Soaked it in the tub for awhile and scrubed it too. Even had to wring the damn thing with my hands. Was so into cleaning the damn thing, my roomate came sneaking up on me and went Ooooo... Freaking gave me a heart attack I almost whacked her with the brush. "Fucker!". Washing clothes is somehow amusing for me at times. Ecspecially finding pubic hair stuck on to it. "Hmm.. doesn't look like mine. Must be hers!" Muahahahha.. Well finding it on underwear is a norm, but finding it on a comforter cover.. Makes me think back on when and where I had my hand, and what I was doing at that time.. Ahahahha.. K, I'm so going out of my mind. Out of line.. out of line! Kakakakakkaa... Forgive me, I'm not myself today. Bumming around the room for two days is hazardous. Wanted to go out but it's bladdy hell raining. My net's not fine, my roomate is busy writing gay porn and everyone is just sleeping. Lazy asses...
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Yey, my friend just gave me a kaya bun she baked herself. But biting into it, I saw no kaya. Frustrated, I bit deeper and harder into it, that all the kaya poured out the sides and onto my leg. Normally, I would just lick my leg but not wanting to seem uncivilized, I had to wash it all away =( there goes my kaya.

Life sucks...

Pics..

The view from window.. Just helllotta buildings from my side...

I was at the balcony at the end of my corridor, and saw Sveta, a serious butch with her German Shepard puppies! I reached my hand out and pointed my camera down aiming at the dogs, but as I was watching the screen on my camera, I wondered why it seemed like she was looking up at me. She was! Fuck! And she waved.. I hope she doesn't think I'm taking her pic instead. She make me her bitch or something..

The view from the balcony.. Look nicer at night, forgot where I put that pic of it.. hmmmm.

My room, after all the shit has been cleared...

Welcome to Russia

Gawd, it's been so long since I've updated. Guess just wasn't really into it. Oh well, first things first is I'm back in this hell hole. Russia sucks. Glad I have my friends here or I'd be so fucking lonely. Woke up like friggin' early in the morn to get to the airport and was so friggin' late boarding the plane. You wouldn't believe the amount of students that were on the same flight. Saw so many familiar faces. Too many. The flight back was long and tiring. Only thing that was good about the flight is the personal LCD screens that we each get. Watching shows and listening to songs along the way made the flight less stressful. At that time, Elvis's death anniversary was near so they had plenty of his albums and movies such as G.I Blues. As I was watching it, I could see weird stares towards me and my screen as the people walked by the aisle. What's wrong with watching an old film, man! Bluek. Gosh, It's morning here and I'm just crapping away.

Anyway, we touched down at about 5, if I'm not mistaken. And lo and behold, of course that would be problems at the immigration. It's Russia! Duh! Just because I had changed to a new passport, and the number on my visa isn't the same, I had to pay an extra 10Usd just for them to take a black pen, cancel off my old number and write in a new one. Useless! 10Usd, burned! Welcome to Russia!

Wouldn't even wanna begin the story of our journey home from the airport to the hostel. Let's just say, that I was so pissed at the driver, I stole his file, threw my head in the air and laughed, hoping that what I stole was something important to him. Turned out, it wasn't so much his documents in it, rather just some nonsensical papers. Ah, fuck it.

Returning to our old room, we dropped our bags and our jaws upon seeing the state of it. It was a mess, and fuck it we were much to tired from the journey to clear anything up, so we slept in our neighbours room. Woke up at 5a.m the next morning just to pay our fees. Ah, dealing with the Russians and their sloth moving speed. That's a whole day wasted. Even being the first to arrive there, we only managed to get everything done at 3 in the afternoon. Welcome to Russia, for all those new students who had to go through that shit, not expecting the wait they had to endure. Hahaha...

So next step after paying your fees? Registering for the uni. Another day wasted! Went there at 11 upon finding out that they had now changed their schedule. 1500- 17.00 it wrote on their door. Buncha lazy asses. Could you only work for that long? So we sat there, waiting. Me and my friend got bored so I took out a notebook and started writing gay porn. I attempted illustrate some of the images stuck in my head, but even the stick people came out funny. hahah..

After waiting a good few hours, the door finally opened. Entering the room, I had all the documents needed in my hand, just ready to pass it to this bug eyed lady. Running through all the papers, she looked at me and said lazily in Russian, "you changed your passport?" .

Shit! "Erm... Yea..".

"Where is it?"

Fuck!

"In my hostel"

She threw everything back at me. "I can't do this today". Ahh, fuck you! Can't you just do what you need to to do and I'll give it to you tommorow? It's not like your doing anything today. You're just collecting the documents. No, apparently. So what the fuck, I ran all the way back to my hostel, which is a good 20minutes away and ran back only to see the line in front of the door has lengthen. Go Die! I pushed my way to the front and lied to everyone that all my documents had been taken and all i need to do was give my passport. Even then, I had to wait for another hour or so. I went home at 5. Fucking Russians!

I would think by then, most of my problems were far away with the two main goals achieved. Nope, as always, It's Russia. There's always something coming up. I now have to shift to another room, because according to them, my block is old, and they SSoooooo Neeeedd to redo everything. Remont, they call it. I thought I was immuned to this shit, but hey, guess they can still find new ways to reach their hands right through my body and squeeze all my fucking intestines so I can say Shit!

Welcome to Russia... Welcome to Hell..