Lord only knows how much i miss you.

I'm not sad..

but i miss you..

4..

more days...

it's almost 1am

i'm staring at my laptop screen, and i'm utterly bored outta my mind..

i know i'm suppose to be studying...

but suppose to.. is a very general term..

"i'm suppose to.. as in.. instead of"

i'm tired.. of looking at books, at pages, at words...

that's it.. i'm eloping to a place, an island, under the sea, or somewhere over the rainbow, or somewhere deep in the jungle where no one reads. and all they do is shake their coconut/seashell bras and their tail feathers/fins and sing in a chorus with surrounding animals. The only thing we would have to worry about is when a carnivor larger than us chases us.

It's times like this, that i wish i was Nobita.

Doraemon.. hellllppp

*digs pocket and pulls out*

pintu suka hati!

and nobita always goes ~ Waaaaaaa
(it's funny how i actually learnt most of my Malay from reading this comic)

RIP, Michael..

Where do i even begin.. What do i even say..

This man was my childhood, my idol.. The first album i knew of was his. I first danced to his music when i was only 4. Jumping around to Jam. I spent the first few years of my life learning how to do the moonwalk. I spent hours in front of the TV watching his movie Moonwalker over and over again copying his moves. I stood by him (not literally) when people turned against him calling him a child molester, or Wacko Jacko or whatever. I always believed he was innocent. I even had a scrapbook filled with pictures of him and any article i came across that was about him. Even till today i spend hours watching his videos, amazed at his talent. There will never be anyone else that would come close to comparison. He Was the King of Pop. And always will be. The music industry perhaps would not be the same today if it weren't for him. Artists such as Justin Timberlake or Wade Robson.. they all took moves from him. His influence is well noticable among them. In certain ways, i am happy that he's passed on, for it is my believe that he was no longer happy. He was terminally ill for so long, and having put up with the crap media throws at him, it's just not right. What more upon losing everything he has, and selling off his belongings.. He had a concert coming up in London. Perhaps he pushed himself too hard.


I cried when i saw the news online. I was devastated. I still am. I read news almost every other day about celebrities dying. And even when i was little i would wonder how the impact would be if MJ died. I prayed the day would never come. That day that my first idol would stop being among us. One of my dreams was to at least be at one of his concerts. In most of his movies they would show fans at his concerts, fainting, crying, screaming out for him and i would always think, damn.. they're so lucky. Now, i'll never get the chance.


The world is at a loss without you. He was a legend. He was true talent. He was.. Michael Jackson.. There will never be another..

Thank you for sharing your gift with the world..

You will live forever in us..

I love you, Michael.

6 more days..

Last exam...

last day here...

just one more, baby..

one moreeee..

let me study

arghhh y can't u let me study.. just let me be...

i know it might be an easy exam.. i still feel the need to study and go prepared.. or at least know something.. stop telling me to take it easy and just relax..

when i've lost my momentum to study and i'm so not in the zone.. u're putting me down on top of that.

patah semangat nk study..

grrrrrr

I am..

AND I LOVE IT..

Appearance is everything

Oh aren't we all just stereotypes..

We all judge, though most of us don't admit it but society has given us a fixed mental image of what's what. Whatever the case may be. You may be accepting in certain views but never in everything.

I'm not talking bout a touchy issue here btw..

It was just something that clicked in my head.. when i saw a mouse that day..

Beginning of this year, my blockmates decided to place their rubbish bin outside their room, in the corridor, right outside the toilet. Now everyone knows that our hostel is infested with rats that tunnel their way through walls, traveling along the pipes. I'm a late sleeper. Apparently so are the rats. Every night, i hear the damn rat rummaging through the dustbin, and everytime i open my door to shoo it away it runs out of sight. For so long, i've been so pissed with the damn rat, because it makes a damn mess, emptying the contents of our dustbin and actually lining it up in on the toilet floor to make its pick. No joke.

For the past few weeks, i've been studying with my doors open (for ventilation..i'm starting to hate my room >=/ ) and as i had my head burried in books, i saw this tiny brown thing from the corner of my eye, creeping towards the dustbin. Not a rat.. a mouse.. I swear when i saw it, the first thing i said was.. Awwww... (siao) The thing was.. this whole while i was mad at something that the rat did, because perhaps it was a Rat.. Funnily upon knowing that it was a mouse, i wasn't so pissed anymore. And i had no idea why...

Mouse= cute. Rat = plague

Go figure..

awwww cho cuteeeee.

2 more..

Two more exams before i can finally say what i've been wanting to say for the past few weeks.

Goodbye 3rd year...

I've never been so stressed crazy out of my mind.

Russian exam system is different. Here they have variants of question papers. You get a pick of teachers to do your oral exam with.

Luck, luck..

And it was just my luck, that the variant i had for my previous exam were the 2 damn topics that i had missed out on. There wasn't enough time to read everything. And i conveniently skipped those two topics, praying that i would get ones that i knew well. Ahhh.. On top of that, i got one of the most irritating teachers as my examiner.

She was torturing me for information that i just didn't know.

I did my best, trying to recall what was taught in class and lectures and interconnecting it with other subjects.. aaaaaaaaaaa... honestly, i thought i would have teared there and then. It was just too much, that feeling, being put up there one on one with that women. Trying to answer questions that i wasn't completely sure of.

The only good thing was, out of the 3 questions i had. I knew one of it extremely well. Information that was just at the tip of my fingers and scribbled out everything that i knew filling a whole page.

I got out with only a satisfactory mark. I could have asked for more questions to bump me up, but i was just too drained.

A pass is a pass i guess.. As what is a known fact here, marks don't really account for much.

Confucius say

Chinese that go without rice or noodle for a week will go mad.

@@

I is mad..

Need.. Food...

no more junk..

"...."

help..

X.x

What keeping in touch means to some people...

NOTHING



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Drink your troubles away/Hate Rush-ia

Well i didnt get to do my Surgery exam on the 1st date, because as luck (in Russia) would have it, (yes, in Russia 80% of the things you do/get depends on luck) when i wanted to get permission to do my exam without getting my last credit, the dean decides to go back early. Ishh.. Had to rethink my whole plan. Another problem is trying to get the permission to sit for my pathology anatomy exam before i get my credit for that subject is somewhat difficult to explain to the dean. My exam is on tuesday. The only time i get to finish off my last test, and get my credit and rush to the dean to get my book chopped so i can sit for the exam is on Monday. And all this has to be done before 6. And my class is at 5. Fucken not possible. Hate rushing. (seems all i do here in russia is just rush around for things). And the bladdy dean can't even understand that all i need the permission for is just so when i sit for the exam without getting my book chopped, is so i can get the marks when i'm done (plus i HATE it when people interrupt me when i'm speaking. Fucken shut up!) Stupid Russian system. My head is spinning around and around trying to figure out what i should do and ways to get around this.

After a quite dissapointing day yesterday, of not being able to catch the dean on time, and thus have no permission to sit for my Surgery exam, i decided to drink. Yes, it's something that i've been wanting to do for sooo long, and seemed like the oppurtune time. One beer, lead to another, and before u know it, 8pm turned to 3 in the morning. And a beer, lead to five. All done while standing in front of the hostel door entrance, a bunch of high, wasted, frustrated medical students who did nothing but speak of studies while cursing the teachers. Yea, we're all gonna get liver cirrhosis. But we didnt care.. We needed the break, or we would have broken.

Been trying to get back into the momentum today, but i feel too damn lazy to start studying. And the only thing i feel like doing is watching cartoons (now watching ratatouille again). Salad fingers.... muahahahaha. Dark themed cartoons really makes me X)

~taa

Hail Queen Lambert..

I would just like to take time off my busy schedule to say...


Yeah, we knew all along you were gay, like how we know u're a fucken talented, mad assed screaming sex bomb..

(stop procrastinating!!)

Surgery exam up next... and God to honest truth i haven't started yet...

(panic attack!!)

*hyperventilates...*

>.<

One down, 4 more to go...

Muahaha

Russian Exam down..

Shit loads more...

But at least I never have to go for another Russian Lesson again...

Which is not much of a change really, seeing as how my 4th year classes onwards would all be conducted in Russian.

Blahhh..

Next exam up.. Internal Disease...

Die.....