I am trying to get my mind off of everything. I am trying to be bored. Hard at work to completely focus my mind on absolute boredom. That's why I chose to go online at this very time. They say the internet is a superhighway for information. (
They who? I don't know. It's always someone saying something about one thing.)For me, its just a place to get lost in. Thank You you smart people who made this wonderous thing called the internet.
Life's just dandy for me right now. I have a health talk that I have yet to start preparing for. A 5,000 word paper that is due by the end of May, which by the way has not yet to take shape. Need I mention the pending approval of my topic for that paper? And a girlfriend that is in a mood that I best not describe. Coincidentally, the two formers lead to the latter. Difficult decision this one is. Forsake lovelife (if you can anyone can call it that) and lose any momentum on studies or vice versa? Decisions, decisions, decisions... Ever had that feeling that you are travelling so fast and yet not going anywhere. Tough times these are. So... this entry may be a little different from the rest. Neither funny or entertaining. Just me being blunt about everything.
So here I am... blogging. About what? I have yet to decide. I think I'll just take it one character at a time. Come join me.
Did I forget to mention that I am both diarrhoeic and nauseous? And for no apparent reason that I can logically think of. Maybe the aliens did it. Who knows? I didnt have much of lunch today. Had some instant mee and a few (maybe not a few) cigarrettes. Yes, inhaling carcogenic pollutants is my forte and not to mention favourite past time. Maybe some day it'll be the death of me. Did I say maybe? And yes, to all you health enthusiasts I do plan to stop one day. When I have kids. Besides, I am a male nurse in the making. (
No matter how many times I say or read "male nurse" I can't help but feel weird. Why is that? I mean, don't you. Do you not feel it too? That term just isn't right now is it. I myself prefer health assistant or health professional.) Me being what I will be know of the dangers of smoking. I know my stand on life. You can't fear death because that's the only thing that's certain.
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You can't live in fear." That's what Johnny Blaze said. (Ghost Rider, people, Ghost Rider!!! Sheeeesshhh!!). I plan to live life. Hence, I choose to grab every opportunity that passes my way.
I just realized my blog is just full of words. Maybe I should start adding pictures in it. But then won't that make me be the same as the rest of the flock - interesting, colourful and with coloured pictures. Yes it would, wouldn't it? I prefer to be the dull, boring, pictureless blogger. It keeps me below radar. That's what I wanted this blog to be. Just plain anonymous to the ones who don't know me personally. I love anonymity. People could just judge me by what I write. Not who I am. Hell, for all I care, you can take me for a nut case and I'd still respect you for it.
This entry is no fun but sorta interesting to penAnyways, I am again becoming the miscreant that I once was. I am starting to skip work. Why? Because one of my tutors wants to see me later. Hence the perfect excuse to skip work. I didn't show up for afternoon duties today. Again, why? I was too lazy. I know I've said this millions of times and I'll say it again: what the hell is a guy suppose to do in a clinic for women and children??? You have to remember; this is Brunei. We hold dear to the concept of MIB. Especially if we can use it as an excuse to cut work *evil, hysterical, satisfied laughter* Okay, maybe you can say I could help out with paper work or filing. If I wanted to be a secretary, I wouldn't have enrolled myself in a Nursing diploma program. DUH!!!! I want to be more proactive. I want to stitch, withdraw blood, do bed baths, take stool samples, bandage something, do dressings... anything other than paperwork. I hate paperwork. I loathe it so. Let someone else do it. Let me do all the grunt work.
Guess what? I feel much better now. Concentrating too much on too many things at one time has made me into a totally different person. I can feel all that weight drop off my shoulders. Thank you dear reader for lending me your eyeballs.
In closing, I'd like to add this: if cats had nine lives, they wouldn't have died the first time around a car runs them over. I know completely off balance wasn't it? What can I say? I am off balance. Good Morning dear people.
I always wanted to be a stand-up comedian. I really do. I've always wondered what the life of a comedian was like. Being on the road 24/7, travelling from venue to venue, meeting new people and at some point connect with the crowd on the same level.
And then I watched Dane Cook's "Tourgasm". It was a real eye opener. A group of trevelling comics is just the same a dysfunctional family but with a sense of humour. They could be in serious fight and still be funny. How cool is that!
But still... I love making people laugh. And some people are funny when they laugh. From high pitched cackles to low singular jolts of what sounds to me plastically forced coughs of laughter that somehow or rather resembles the sound of an old, lazy engine that just wouldn't start. (this is so true and weird. I heard this girl laughed. A pretty face but when she starts laughing you have to stop but wonder and grimace at the sound of her chuckling away. It's just disturbing. I'm sidetracking too far, aren't I?)
Anyways, stand-up comics are amazingly gifted. To be able to communicate with the audience and make them laugh at the same time. They could just talk about post-its and would have the audience doubling over, overcome with laughter. They could just vent out about how rude taxi drivers are and still have the crowd asking for more in between tears and giggles.
I think it takes a lot of courage to go up in front of an audience and be funny. Anyone can go up in front of a horde people and talk. But can you enthrall an audience with your wit and over-the-top antics? I basically can't even go out and give a bloody speech in front of people I know let alone stand confidently and joke about how silly my physics teacher looks trying to cover up an out-of-control hair line that makes his forehead stretch all the way to the back of his head. Actually, I made that comment behind his back. I know... I'm not a very nice person.
I've always wondered what goes through a person's mind when he's up there, going one-on-one with the audience. In front of an audience expecting to be humoured to the worst of extent no less.
"What if I suck?"
"Wonder if I could make it to the backdoor in time if they start throwing stuff at me?"
"Who's that blonde in the second row? Helloooo... I got my eye on you."
"Dammit!! What was that first line again?"
"So... Many... People... Mommmmmmyyy!!! ohmygodohmygodohmygod..."In Brunei, being as it is, comedians won't make it far. I mean seriously. Touring from Belait to Temburong would only take a week, tops! And that's probably the period of your career - the highs and lows in a week! Can you imagine that?
But we need not look far for comical jesters. Because we have friends who help to brighten up our day, whose charismatic wit never fails to amaze us, whose clumsy nature just keeps us entertained, whose total persona is just plain funny. Yes, this entry is dedicated to the people who make my life worth waking up to.
The boy standing in the corner with his tall built, rough demeanor, short hair and goatee... that is until he walks and starts talking. The swagger of a 40-year-old woman and the voice of a sexually augmented patient whose hormone therapy has gone wrong.
To the girl whose always falling down, bumping into everything nearby and who takes a look at a butterfly and literally say," ooohhhh... birdie..."
To your sister and her friend who conspired to practically stick it in your face when they finally bought the GOD OF WAR 2 game even to the extent of sending an MMS picture they took with the DVD, the grins one their faces practically carved with satisfaction knowing that on one particular priceless Thursday night, you were punk'd.
How you like them apples???And finally, to a close friend who just made my week complete. A girl who could imitate seals and, currently dolphins (be it that both sound alike, kinda like a cross between the sound a mating ape would make but closer to that of a seal with laryngitis would make) and the British, Filipino, Irish and Scottish accents that she can do - which, by the way, all sound Indian.
Before anyone gets angry, this is me in a nutshell. One who likes to crack stupid lame jokes; who gives off long acting, slowly diffusing, flatulence that could clear a room in seconds; and most of all, dangerously unpredictable e.g. farts when no one least expects it =P
Do I need to get life insurance after this? Lets just see. Anyways, good night people. Hopefully, I'll be alive after this. By the way, youtube search "Dane Cook" if you haven't already done it. This guy is just awesome. Minus that movie he made with Jessica Simpson, he's one of the best comedians alive. See ya...
Initially, i started this blog because I needed a place where I could just vent out. A place where I could record whatever I find amusing about my fellow man. However, for one brief moment in my blogging life, i contemplated on writing short stories. People said I could write that I have potential as a writer. Wonder where they got that idea??? Ye' who have so much faith in me... Some people just don't know potential if it bit them on the butt.
Frankly, I dont think I have any untapped resource or any other special talent that makes it easy for me to write. I see and therefore I write. It's as easy as that. Besides, i love blogging. It's liberating. You can just be yourself and people would love you for it. No restraints and no judgements. Usually the judgemental ones are the ones with issues. They probably hate themselves more than they hate others. Is it really anyone's place to make it their right to evaluate others and their mission to change others in their own image? If God wanted us all the same and perfect, he would have built a giant photocopying machine and started printing instead of making us find our own mates and engaged in the exchange of genetic materials just so we can continue in the propagation of our own species.
I believe in individuality. I believe that opposites attract. I believe that marrying someone with the same genes is wrong!!! Even if you are considering it then your are on a whole different level than the rest of us, buddy!! It's just not healthy *shakes head*. Its just wrong to even THINK about!!!!!
Anyways, hypocrits are among us. They lurk within the shadows just waiting for us to make one little insignificant mistake... and once they see that tiny window opening they'll just jump on you mercilessly. Word of advise: Ignorance is bliss. They can talk all they want. But if you dont listen, it'll make them more and more pissed at how stupid they look and how small they feel.
Here's another reason why I love blogging: It gives me time to think about life's tiny details. For example, why are women always pissed off at their partners when its that time of month? Sometimes they are. And when they are, we men get an earful of shrieking and shrilling hehhehehe.. i seriously think that there should be a law about going out on certain days of the mensus cycle. It's psychologically abusive. It's like dating a banshee!!! Every single aspect of the date should be picture perfect. Nothing is too great to be controlled.
"Why is this fork crooked?"
"What the hell are you talking about!?!?"
"Why soooooo hottt?!?! Bloody weather!!!"Some things I'll never understand... Anyways, going now. Take care people.
Status: On Holiday.I am suppose to be relaxing for the next seven days. But I cant.... I keep thinking about work, work, and more work. I feel like breaking down and just... CRY!!! Cry my heart out!!!!!!
Maybe not. A little bit over-dramatic that last one was.
*Sigh* Surfing the web is not fun when your working. I hate being a final year student. The workload is just too much. Assignments upon assignments and not to mention clinical attachment which by the way come with other assignments and clinical goals that we have to accomplish by the end of each rotation.. Fuck eh!! I have all this free time and yet i can't actually go out and have fun. Hence, the title. Yes, life stinks too at the moment.
By the way, I had dinner with Vick the other night at Netzone, this restaurant, diner or whatever it is called. Its somewhere in Gadong just in case some of you don't know where it is. The waitress who took our order was so funny. Vick ordered this Kolo Wantan. Ordinarily, some people would understand this. It's the Kolo Mee with wantan but without the mee. Silly really. Anybody who has been in the food industry would know this but not our waitress. She was a newbie, amateurish. She took our orders and everything. She was fine up to the point until the kolo wantan actually came. Here's what happened:
*ting* - bell sound indicating order ready.
Waitress, calmly approaches the said Kolo wantan: Eh?!? Where's the mee? (she practically yelled the words out. Her shock was apparent. We heard her all the way from the other side of the room.)
Cook: Kolo wantan right?
Waitress: Ya, But where's the mee?
Cook: Kolo wantan of course got no mee.
Waitress: Weird oso oh?
And then she strolled casually to our table as she examines the mysterious bowl of Kolo Wantan that lacks its mee. When she reached our table, she had this big smile which irradiated satisfaction and confidence. She seemed so happy... or was it she was just smiling just in case we were angry at her for getting the order wrong.
We just had to laugh after she left.
"Where's the mee ah?"
"How come no mee??"
Some people ah... anyways, go to go. More shit to plow through. Good Day people.
Almost forgot.. I wanna thank my self-appointed publicist for advertising my blog. I have no idea why you wanna go through all that trouble. Nevertheless, thank you. You put all that faith in me... gave me hope. Inspire me to become a better person. *sniff, sniff* *teardrops, teardrops*
*snickers* hehehehehe sorry, a bit over exaggerated wasn't I with that last part. Anyways, hello juin.. and berra too. Yesterday, you were just a blue blur. Today, you are a (
insert colour you are wearing now) blur. Tomorrow... eh!! whatever!! see ya..
I just don't get with drivers today. They all have some hidden agenda to be the best there is on the road. Well, at least be faster than the anus in front driving at the speed of snail. I hate it when there's this one particular driver that just weaves in and out of traffic like he's in some kind of race where losing means death.
Why are some people in such a rush to get somewhere? Tip: Leave earlier, eejitt!!!!!!
And the worst part is, they hate you even more if you're moving at you're pace and in their lane. You can practically see the loathe carved like an epitaph on a tombstone into their faces as they overtake and look in your direction. Those are the nice ones. The mean ones honk and flip the occasional finger. Well, up yours too, buddy. It's like two lanes aren't good enough for them. What the hell?!?
Another tip: Set your alarm clocks earlier if you often find yourself being late all the time. Asshole!!!
Then again tardiness is not always the problem. The human ego is a complex concept. Nobody likes losing and some people take it too seriously when someone else has a better and faster car than them. Adults can be so juvenile sometimes. And what's the deal with rush hour?? Hell, rush hour is not even rush hour. It's just a long line of cars, bumper to bumper. People trying to get home. Maybe rush home, to get away from work, to return to their humble little abode and do whatever they actually do when they get there. But none are that lucky to actually "rush" home. They'll just end up spending half an hour at that Big Roundabout in Gadong or some other junction or roundabout. Another thing, traffic lights are not working as God intended them to be. They're there to make life much easier for us, to direct traffic and evade this problem (that we all have come to grow and hate) called traffic jams. I just don't see that anymore. Everyone's become so selfish and road-hungry that the meanings of the lights completely differ from what I've learned.
Here's my interpretation of the modern coloured lights:
RED: Traditionally, it means stop. Completely comes to a halt. Now it means, move if no ones watching. Go on. Move!!!!
YELLOW: This colour use to mean get ready to stop or if its too late just move on and the next person to follow will do accordingly. Now its roughly translated as "PUSH THAT ACCELERATOR PEDAL ALL THE WAY DOWN BITCH BEFORE THE LIGHT TURNS RED AGAIN!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! IcanmakeitIcanmakeitIcanmakeit..."
GREEN: Green means go of course. Except it lasts for like five seconds and its every man for himself. I guess that's the only thing that still holds, huh??
And drivers are so selfish nowadays. Not a lot of people are as generous anymore. Not a lot of people would give way for other cars. Other cars coming out of and into that straight path that you are driving on I mean. Its no wonder when it happens the receiver of such a rarity would be so please and they give you this smile or nod or wave. Like they are thanking everyone that was responsible for making that happen - JPD, the driver in the car for being so generous for making that merge possible, his mom, his dad, his driving instructor.. Just everyone!!! Selfish I tell you drivers these days.
Among other things that continue to gnaw on my thoughts is that some drivers don't understand the concept of a zebra crossing. Although no actual zebra utilizes this shall we say facility, this zebra crossing is sacred. No car shall cross it when there is a human presence on it. It's against the law. It really is. Funny thing is some people usually turn the other cheek when they see people cross while others choose to accelerate when they see people trying to cross. Fuckers eh... the other day, I actually cursed out loud to this guy. He practically stepped on the pedal knowing full well i was standing on the crossing. Some fuckers...
Why is it called a zebra crossing anyways? If its referring to the stripes I can see why. But the zebra crossings in Gadong do not actually resemble a zebra. This of course I am referring to its colours. I have yet to see a zebra with yellow and black or white and yellow stripes. Why was it not called a giraffe crossing instead or a bumble bee crossing or even a coral snake crossing. They could have called it just a crossing. It would've made it easier on the english dictionary, wouldn't it?
Anyways, I'm feeling tired. To all the drivers out there reading this: Be considerate. If not for others, do it for yourself. Shit happens on the road mainly because everyone else if looking out only for themselves. Good night people.
Let me just say this - it's a bloody slow night!!
I am not tired therefore I am not sleepy. This is mainly because not a drop of sweat came out of my pores - none that can be attributed to any vigorous activities a.k.a no futsal lah today. I feel so useless...
Drops of sweat nevertheless continued to trickle. Yes, Brunei is hot and today was awfully hot. At least the night is cooler in comparison. Much cooler. At least here it is.
My life is moving in slo-mo. You start to wonder sometimes when the seconds feels like minutes. Nothing around you seems to move at a normal rate. Everything is just in sloth mode. I cant believe its not even 12pm and I am already bored. Most of my friends looked incapacitated. Are saturdays really that taxing that everyone has this zombie like look to their faces and a long moan of a yawn to match? I guess it is then for today. I basically cant think. I keep coming back to my dissertation. I hate doing work on the weekends. I hate thinking about work on the weekends even more. Because that single thought just consumes every last drop of fun in my body. It just sucks out every ingenuity to wreak havoc and unleash hell that is traditionally fitting for a weekend such as this.
What am I left to do now? Go to bed? Watch some more DVDs? Watch my friend play "Bully" on his PS2? They are all the same to me. Malboro doesn't taste as good as it usually does. Come to think of it, I didn't puff that much today. Not like any other day. I think I only had like 4. That is a record. Regardless of the fact that smoking kills and also that I am a future health professional and before any of you lecture me on the dangers of cigarette smoke and a list of terminal illnesses that are linked to the inhalation of the abovementioned substances, I would like to point out to you one thing. The tobacco industry employs thousands if not millions who are in need of work to support their family. Reduction in sales could mean thousands being fired in what one would called corporate restructuring in order to cut cost and maximize profits. What I am doing here is a public service. A sacrifice to my fellow men. Knowing full well that it is detrimental to my health, I still do it and so do millions of others who share my view. Do I seem that careless and oblivious to you anymore?? Do I? Do I? =P
All of a sudden I feel hungry. I had breakfast somewhere in Gadong. I just wondered why do the prices of Kolo Mee keep climbing? Can you tell me why? This is just observation around Gadong.
... the boredom is sinking in again. I just realised that cigarettes burn much slower than usual when you are exceptionally disinterested in doing anything worthwhile.
I wanna watch Spongebob or Looney Tunes. I know I'm kinda old for that but hey... they are so fun to watch. Kinda reminds me of weekend mornings when I was like 7. Lazy, careless and comfortably cold... Hmmmmm... wonder if that Spongebob DVD is still lying around in here somewhere? I love Patrick. He's an idiot. A very entertaining and lovable idiot. Or should I say eejiit... No, no, let's not confuse Patrick with that Bitch (refer to past posts) I was ranting on about. Let's try doofus. Yeah.. doofus it is then..
Anyways, gonna go find someway to mess something up. Good night everyone.
The past few weeks or so, my health has been in total choas. It all started with a sore throat that lead to really bad coughs.. seriously, that time i was out with one of my friends and that look on her face said it all. When i coughed, i think she was half expecting a furball to pop out of my mouth. The phlegm... let me not go into details, but the phlegm... was really stuck to the back of my throat... and the colour...well, lets just say that if you saw it, you'd know that a colony of micro-organisms had started their own colony and developed into a civilisation. Gross aint it? This has got nothing to do with my smoking. Honestly, just the colour.. it was different. Yes take it from me. it was different ok. Nothing to do with the Malboro's that I have grown to love.. OKAY!!!
Anyway, those several weeks of coughing and phlegming and coughing and phlegming and coughing etc... eventually lead to what one might call a fever. I'd explain all the details of URTI (upper respiratory track infection) and how fevers are one of the ways your body expels other foreign bodies and all that but... trust me, if i was reading this blog, i'd be bored too. So that fever although did not last long came with a stomachache that eventually turned out to (hey you guessed it) diarrhoea.
Now, diarrhoea is something that most of us has been through. The thing is that i find diarrhoea most uncomfortable about is, aside from the flatulence and being anally sore, is the random discharge of loose watery fecal matter that seems to know no place and time. Seriously, i would go over my twisted ankle all over again then attend some major function knowing that I have diarrhoea. So you obviously know where i am going with this one right? Come to think of it, i dont know where i'm going with this.
Reasons why i dont like diarrhoea or being diarrhoeic is for one, shit just comes out of you no matter what you do? imagine you talking to someone and at the same time trying to squeeze your sphincter shut because this urge to empty your bowels just suddenly appears. But your efforts are in vain as tiny tricklings of, how you say this, SHIT, starts to form at the edge of your anus and you're standing there secretly contorting your body as hidden as humanly possible so that the other person doesnt notices you. At this point, your legs get in on the action. Unconsciously (or subconciously, the usage of these two words is somewhat a debate) as your butt cheeks start to squeeze really tight, as your legs come closer and closer together, you find yourself looking for the closest solid object to lean on. If this meeting with this other person comes to an end shortly after and he/she moves on without noticing that duck-like waddle that you are doing as you move on to the nearest public facility, then your lucky. But if say this person goes on and on until beads of sweat starts to form, then you're in deep shit, figuratively and eventually literally if you dont find some place to let it all out. Eventually, you'll find some lame excuse and you hurry to nearest loo.
You might think you're in the clear right then and there, but you forget. Public toilets are for the public. There's bound to be someone in there. Here is the part where the only person that doesnt get the joke is the joke. Ever actually had diarrhoea and went number two in the public loo? Imagine the squirting and the squishing and the splashing and the flopping and the what else noise as your ass lets hell break loose.
SEXY aint it??
Call me vain but after all that is through your wondering whether or not you got it all out and then if you've really cleaned it out and if people can smell the shit off of you???
I know... being sick sucks ass..
Anyway, for the past few days that i had diarrhoea, i chose to stay home and not do anything. Plus my fever was getting worse at the time. Practically shivering in the middle of the day. So after that whole ordeal with me shitting and having diarrhoea is over, i am left with this feeling of being full. I wonder why. Gonna go look this up somewhere.
ok then, i think i made my self feel sick all over again.
**I wrote this post ages ago. I just think that its just so freaking hilarious that it deserves a second publication. I dont care if you dont find it funny. i just love reading it
I just finished a heavy dinner *burp* excuse me... I feel stuffed and yet sickeningly satisfied. My stomach looks more bloated than usual. I stuffed an enjoyable amount of butter squid with rice and washed it all down with ice cold lemonade. Calories galore I tell you. Does wonders to your gut. Yes, I don't really care much about how I look. Stomach first, physique later. I mean how far can you go on good looks when compared to a full and happy stomach? Literally speaking, that is. Seriously, how far can you go? Not very far I tell you.
You know what I love best about food? There's so many to choose from. There are so many selections. There are countless number of culinary delights. Ok, ok, I made my point. There is a large variety of food to choose from. It's just that no matter how far I go, I'll always end up pining for the best kolomee, which is in Seria of course, which is in Brunei, where I am currently located, in case some people wonders where the hell I hail from. Some people, really. The nerve...
For all I care, kolo mee could come from the South Pole, I'd still eat it. I kinda have this feeling that it originates from China or is that view slightly stereotypical because for one, the best kolomee are made by chinese (in Seria, need I remind you people? =P). Basically it's just plain ole' thin yellowish noodles boiled till cooked in broth of usually full of large bones of unknown origin (maybe pork or is that a human femur?? Kidding) and then topped with this spiced, red coloured pork (char siew i think its called. Correct me if I'm wrong) and mince pork cooked in sweet soy sauce stew. Occasional dumplings are available depending on the venue you choose. That's one version. Another would be instead of pork, chunks of roasted chicken is added. Plus, kolo mee is very economical. Why it taste so great, I will never know. Maybe it's just me. Maybe because it reminds me of those family breakfasts that we used to have when I was a kid which we don't do much anymore since most of us have no time for family gatherings and us kids are trying to make a life out of ourselves far away from home. In any case, kudos to the creators of this so-called kolo mee.
You know what else is great? Cheese!!! I love cheese. I really do. Again, it's detrimental to my health. So high in sodium and again, fat!! But who cares!!!! I just love cheese... in eggs, on toasts, in pizzas, on buns, in cakes... who would have thought solid milk could taste so good. Hail Cows, our unsung dairy heroes... Let us not forget about chocolate. Chocolate makes me sleepy, therefore I like because of the fact that I always have trouble sleeping at night. I love chocolate as it slowly melts in my mouth. Usually I'll just leave a piece in for quite some time. Not for days and days you idiot!!! Maybe just for a few minutes or so. Just let it slowly dissolve. Good chocolate are the ones that you can actually taste the milks and cocoa and the sugar combine, merging into this black succulent liquid that just fills your mouth with happiness.
I'm getting hungry just thinking about this. I think I'm starting to salivate. You know how smart the Japanese are? They manage to market slices of fish on a small lump of rice for more than the usual nasi katok we can get for $1. Fucking smart these people are. And wasabe... it's like the mother of all tearing hot condiments. Those things are hot enough to make a grown man cry. But I like my sushi with large amounts of wasabe. I wonder why MISATO is not giving wasabe in those tiny little containers anymore. Instead they serve it with the order in this tiny little sauce plate. Does it have anything to do with the fact that me and Daus usually make our wasabe and soy sauce concoctions that it looks like this thick, runny, green paste (kinda reminds me of shit when you have diarrhoea, don't it)? Or is the fact that we usually finish the whole container of wasabe each time we're there??? We cant help it. We love out wasabe, MISATO!!! Why so mean to us??? By the way, MISATO is this sushi place that we usually go to. We like it best compared to the others... we love the sushi and the fact that we're allowed to smoke there hehhehehhe
Yeah, food and cigarettes will be the death of us.
In case anyone's wondering, I started work today. It was OK but it was no operating theatre. I miss my theatre... I love that place. So fun. So exciting. But bloody damn cold. But still...
*sigh* I feel droopy already. Gonna go sleep soon. Good night people.
Have I gotten any perks? I don't really know. Does anyone know? I got that phrase off of my MSN messenger, at the bottom left corner. You know, the advert space. Where all those advertising is done on your messenger window? The one where no one never ever clicks. Need I be anymore specific?
Anyway, are we getting any of the perks that we deserve or at least think we are getting some benefit that is worth the consideration of those people who are liable for our perks owed? I clearly think not.
I think here's how the system works. The richer are entitled to more benefits whilst the poor are overlooked simply because the rich are the ones that give us what we need and are also friends of the rich. Hence, it all depends on who you know and how much he knows you have in your pocket. Tell me I'm wrong. Plus, the more you kiss ass the more you get. In other words the closer you are to his anus the closer you are to getting what you want. I am speaking as a student by the way. Tutors like getting their ass kissed. They sleep better at night knowing that you put them on a pedestal high above the rest and the pedestal that they are sitting on is your lips puckered up close to their lower nether regions. At least that's my opinion.
Not all of them are like that. Thank you for diversity. I know a few tutors who are not afraid to speak his/her mind. To use profanities if they have to or where appropriately (then again, when is not a good time to use fuck? Fucking yeah I'm right!!!). To genuinely care for his/her students wellbeing...
I have completely lost focus of what I was writing in the first place.
Are you getting any perks lately? How much ass did you have to kiss??
I can't believe its my final year. I know most people are expecting me to do well but can I really do well? I know I can. But to be honest, can I really? I guess I'll find out. By the way, went to the Seri Q-lap mall last night. Vicki was right. It kinda look like a glorified Seria Plaza and it was relatively empty in comparison to other shopping complexes and so obscure. People would have to go out of their way to get whatever they might need, which, mind you must be really something because I dont really see much there. Compared to the Mall in Gadong, it was pretty sad. Hua Ho has no worries about opening up new branches.
Starting Community Nursing tomorrow. It's gonna be a long day. I doubt I'd be involve in much nursing practice. From what I heard from my other guy friends, most of them have been reduced to desk jobs. No, more like clerical jobs. Three years of theory and practice and I end up learning Community Nursing from behind a desk!!??? Hell no!! I can just imagine it now. Pregnant mothers and kids looking at me and wondering and making decisions about pink uniforms. Fuck!!!!!!! Doubt I'll sleep much. But my eyes are pretty tired. Hopefully, soon. I dont wanna look cranky tomorrow. Not in front of the kids. Not in front of the staff. Better make a move soon. Off to bed I will be soon.
Good night people.
Descriptive words are not as easy to use as we may thought. I realised this the other day while walking towards our usual spot for the usual smoke breaks and I noticed something - two of my friends were walking in a line, one's back facing the other's front.
It got me thinking. How do you exactly describe that in respect to this guy's back? Is he walking behind his back or is he in front of his back? If you say he's walking behind his back then you don't get the question. If you say he's in front, so what's the real definition of back? Where is the front of the back? Where is the back of your back? Does my back have a back? Silly ain't it? This is a matter that needs much thought and deliberation. Careful analysis of the english language and it even sounds much more absurd in malay (didapan belakangnya???). Maybe I can use "AT" his back. Does that mean he's clung to this other person's back?
Understandably everyone does not describe things in precise details as I tend to. I think we can overlook this just this once. Fine, I have an overactive thought process that needs to be sedated. Which explains a lot about my theory about life - which, ironically, i, myself, don't believe or intend to prove - and also other issues that I need not mention.
For the record, I hate Manchester United. Period.
I really should start doing my dissertation. It's three months away but still, the hundreds of journal I have to go through doesn't make it sound so fun. And the topic... Sometimes I think I like to see myself suffer, to challenge myself up to a point where it becomes unbearable. Why do I choose these bloody hard assignments for myself!!!?? I'll never understand this. Even the teacher was telling me it was a difficult topic to do.
That's it! No mood to do it now. Might as well start tomorrow. There's always tomorrow.
Here's a riddle: What coin is black naturally? Not by chemicals, not by age, not by abusive abrasion or what ever else you can think of? It's a coin that's naturally black.
Here's another riddle: What animal is small, black and sweaty?
I love and hate weekends. Love it because I can wake up late. Hate it because weekends make me lazy and do nonsensical things like post stupid riddles such as above.
That's enough bullshit for one night. Good night everyone.
It's 3 o'clock in the morning. There are classes later on at 8 and 10. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to go. Fuck my attendance. I'm just gonna sleep in today I guess, regardless of what happens to my attendance average. Besides, it's getting too routine. I need to be random again. I like being random. Random gives me freedom to do whatever I want. I think i deserve to skip class tomorrow. I have been a good student this year. Yes, I know it's just two months into 2007 but still this year I was the role model for my peers.
Furthermore, I can't sleep yet. I wanna be really sleepy when I sleep. Just enjoy the sleeping in when my room is all cool from the morning draft. This entry is turning out to be a self indulgence of laziness. I promise I won't do this again. Honest.
Who am I kidding? I am a recidivist. A random recidivist to be more specific.
Life becomes tedious when daily task lacks irregularity and the class would be just another one of those lectures where I already know what the teacher is gonna teach because I think I learned it at work. So why the hell not, right? I'll cut class then. Fine, I'll stop writing about me skipping class later.
Haven't started on my dissertation yet. I'll do it over this weekend. I keeping that free for work. Saturday no classes... wooohooooooo!!!!!!! And it's a weekend. I can get wasted on a weekend. I wanna get waste this weekend.
That's enough of that. I can't think of anything to write. I wanna go watch the simpsons. Good night you eejits (i love that word. Really I LOVES it. =D)
