I don’t intend to write another post whining about how exams are a huge pain in the ass but, EXAMS are really a GIGANTIC pain in the ass.
Let me share a joke with you:
Three men, A, B and C were stranded on an island. As if their fate was not bad enough, they were caught by a group of cannibals, who brought them back to see the cannibal chief. The chief was kind so he gave them two options: to be released but on one condition or to die and then be eaten.
Weighing his options, A thought that nothing could be worse than dying and then being eaten by a bunch of ugly-looking cannibals, so he chose to be released on one condition. So the chief said, “Good. Now here’s your condition: my men, please tie him up and flick his balls a hundred times then let him go!” Poor A had his balls flicked a hundred times and by the end of it, his balls were red and swollen and he could barely walk, but he was still glad that he was alive.
B was awfully shocked by the sight but he thought a hundred flicks on the balls were way better than dying so he chose being released as well and told the chief “I want to be flicked a hundred times on my balls and be released.” The chief laughed and replied “Says who you’re going to be flicked a hundred times on the balls? My men, tie him up and flick his balls TWO hundred times and release him!” At the end of it, B was barely conscious and his balls were bleeding, heavily swollen and blue in color. To make sure that B did not pass out, the chief ordered his men to splash cold water on him and as the cold water met the inflamed balls, B screamed and regained consciousness and walked away.
C thought that if he was to be flicked 300 times on the balls and then to be splashed with cold water, he might as well just die and save himself from all these troubles. So he bravely told the chief, “Just kill me. I want to die.” The chief was surprised and asked if C was sure about that. C said, “Yes. Very sure.” The chief said, “My men. Flick his balls until he dies. And I don’t like to eat humans who are not really dead. So splash cold water every time he passes out until he doesn’t wake up anymore!”
Okay, if you don’t find that funny, here’s another one (courtesy of Alicia):
A man was sent to hell and was asked to choose one out of three doors, behind which were the punishments he had to go through until the next person sent to hell would replace him. Behind the first door, there was a naked man behind held on a skewer screaming out very loudly as he was being burned alive with raging fire underneath. The man thought this was such a horrible punishment but there were two more doors, so he should see all of them first before deciding.
Behind the second door, there was another naked man being put into freezing cold water. The pain was excruciating, as evident by the loud screams. The man thought this was also another horrible punishment so he wanted to see the third door before deciding.
Behind the third door, there was yet another naked man being tied up and was being given a nice blow job to by a hot, sexy woman. Immediately, the man thought this would be an extremely nice punishment. He quickly told the door guard that he wanted to go in there and be “punished”. The door guard looked in and shouted, “LUCY, somebody has come to replace you.”
I watched the Ugly Truth at around 12.30 last midnight right after getting so fed up with reading the reproductive system physiology. Note: it was “reading” and nothing registered, which led to frustrations and a huge load of exhaustion. The Ugly Truth cracked me up and made it all better. Tonnes better. What made me laugh out the loudest was the scene where Abby had her vibrator underwear on in a restaurant.
Oh and how can I not mention the part where Abby rubbed Colin’s pants in the middle of a baseball game? HILARIOUS.
I am in the school library right now trying hard to concentrate. Having brought my laptop along has made it even harder for me and I am already failing miserably, as evident by the fact that I am typing this blog post right now.
Oooo Tee Bye, I am intending to buy the Complete Compilation of Oscar Wilde’s Works. There’s an MPH book fare right here in IMU and the book only costs RM50. Do you want me to buy it for you, too? And you come collect it from me whenever you come by KL next. I know it’s weird to tell you this over here but I just can’t be bothered to relay you a text on MSN (apart from wanting to make sure that you do read my blog once in a while).
Memorising facts and mugging are two most irritating things I have to do in my life, worse than being caught in the middle when two people that you care about are quarrelling.
Note: Nobody in the list of people that I care about is quarrelling with another person in that list. I was just using an analogy to give those of you who have imagination limits a slight idea on the extent of irritation. But with lack of imagination or limited imagination, I doubt the analogy would help, or any analogies, as a matter of fact.
Note to note: the list is empty, by the way. Because the world is all about me.
No, I am not at all harboring any suicidal thoughts. It’s just that studies have become increasingly stressful as the exams approach and the title is just to attract some form of attention. Like TY likes to say – the whole world is just about me.
There was once, during some time last week, that I realised how passionate I am about being a doctor. I am not a doctor yet, nowhere close to being one, but I realised that there were these huge anticipation and raging eagerness to serve and to make a difference in patients’ lives, no matter how small it is. I am glad that I am pursuing a career that I believe in. I hope that when I can finally practice medicine, the passion does not wear thin and disappear. And as I go on, I hope that I will feel more and more humbled by God’s grace and greatness that never fail to manifest as miracles everyday.
IMU Cup 2009 is over, finally, and my house won the Cup. I feel so proud of being in Hydra and being amongst the first batch of people that won the house system IMU Cup. Of course, it would not happen without the effort and sacrifices made by the house captain, Roderick Kong. He usually has this aura that speaks very much about his “can’t-care-less” attitude towards many things in life but throughout the period of IMU Cup, he appeared to be very much into doing his best for the house. He even joined cheerleading, for irony’s sake.
And I got my bronze medal for swimming. It really made my day because if you didn’t already know, I only started swimming two years ago and being able to represent my house was already an achievement for me so winning a medal was the thickest form of icing on the cake.
Pardon the cheerleading costumes that pretty much resemble Milo. I wonder why they never approached Milo for some form of sponsorship.
Alright, back to studying!
I tend to prefer reading wittily written books that are either very subtly hilarious or genuinely profound, than aimlessly indulging myself in entertainment-oriented books. Oscar Wilde’s works fit such preferences absolutely perfectly. I was halfway through with his “The Picture of Dorian Gray” until recently, I found a book titled “Straight Man” written by Richard Russo. Tee Wye, before you go screaming at me for not finishing Dorian Gray before starting on another book, do let me explain:
I left Dorian Gray at home. In the school library, I stumbled upon Straight Man and I picked it out of the shelf. I started reading it and found it a very hilarious read. Thence, I got addicted to it, but not long before I had to shift my focus back onto my studies since exam is coming in less than 7 weeks’ time and I still have a huge pile of materials to go through. As a result, I am left with half of Dorian Gray and half of Straight Man to finish. Since I bought Dorian Gray and now it is my property for which I can keep for however long I wish; whereas Straight Man is IMU’s property and there is only a one-week period of borrowing, I shall finish Straight Man first.
Don’t worry, however, I shall cross my heart and tell you now that Oscar Wilde’s wit is still unbeatable. Finishing Russo’s first does not mean that I honor Wilde’s work any much less.
Take my photo off the wall if it just won’t sing for you.
And nobody woke me up.
Lame.
Anyway, it had been an absolutely busy month. Honestly, I have come to believe that as we grow into adulthood with increasing responsibilities and amount of work, we slowly find ourselves losing interest in a lot of things that used to tickle our fancy. For example, I used to think that going out to relax and hang out with friends were a very good way of enjoying life; now I think the only way to enjoy life is to relax at home and sleep.
Throughout this whole month, there were tonnes of Musculoskeletal lecture notes to catch up upon every single day, IMU Cup trainings and competitions as well as revision on all the previous systems (which I only managed to finish two out of eight). On top of that, there is the convocation magazine to worry about. Scheduling for photo shoots, asking people to hand in their articles, arranging questions and compiling all sorts of things are all not easy tasks.
However, I am glad that I had to go through all these things because each of these matters taught me something – about people, about life, about friendship, about sportsmanship, about myself.
For the swimming competition, I had never imagined myself being able to make it to represent my house. By God’s grace, however, I was selected (and also because there were no other swimmers) for the 4×50m men’s relay. I broke my own personal record and our team secured a bronze medal. Although my time is still considered slow, it does not dampen the proud I have of myself. Having only taken up swimming about two years ago, and without much training, I managed to do my best through determination. I didn’t know how to dive off the starting block but I never gave up learning. The two bruises near my axillas really paid off as I found myself to have broken my own best record.
As for volleyball, I don’t have much to say about it although there was one night that I felt absolutely frustrated and angry at myself as well as the team. But, I am a noob in volleyball so I guess there was nothing much I could do to help getting a gold in the event anyway. We managed a forth placing. Even after feeling so frustrated and friends told me that I should just leave the team and not show up for the last game, I decided to show up and to give my support. I really learnt that true sportsmanship is not as easy as pronouncing the word.
Tennis. First of all, I did not understand how on earth I was given the responsibility of a rep for tennis. There were so many people better than me in tennis but none of them volunteered to take on the role as a representative. I wanted to play, but the players I found were all better than me so I could not represent Hydra as a tennis player but as the rep I had to show up, fetch the team together with Chanel and Razmy, manage all the practice schedules and venues (only twice, though, haha) and call up all the prospective players with 70% of them turning down my request. Chanel went beyond my expectations and actually won a game against Pegasus. And I was happy that I managed to do my job, albeit not as properly as I ought to.
Most importantly, I realized how important it is to see beyond what comes through my eyes. There are many many things in life that appear to be easy but behind these supposed easy things there are always endless piles of amazing, touching and sometimes inspiring stories. Through all the interactions with my relatives and close friends, I learnt that underestimating anything at all in life is always the start of our deviation from improving and achieving greater things. One night, I talked to my aunt in the UK and she ranted for an hour about how unhappy and disappointed she was over some personal, family-related matters. She expressed how upsetting it was to have her own siblings misunderstanding her and to judge based on what they saw as her achievements. If only they had been more sensitive and understood more of the struggles she had to go through, I guess all those problems would never have happened.
So, it is always easy for anyone to disregard, disagree and sometimes ignore a person’s effort in the face of an achievement or a downfall. I think this is wrong because behind every failure or achievement, like I said, are piles of stories that can teach everyone of us one or more lessons about life.
On a slight note, I have also begun to realise the importance of forming judgments about a friend’s character and personality. The judgments do not have to be good or bad. It’s just important so that we know who are trustworthy, who are reliable, who are honest and who are not. Besides, it is also important to find out if the friends share the same principles. If not, it’s good that you have realised that so that you can open up your mind to learn and internalize the differences. I am quite glad that through many encounters I could form judgments about some of my friends although I still reserve the possibility of them changing. And I do not exclude the fact that my friends also judge me.
Anyone who says “not to judge” is a hypocrite because he or she will continue to think that he/she is a saint and acts the complete opposite (or partially opposite).
Sitting right in front of you I am thinking of all the words I’ve ever known to tell you how I feel but whatever words that come out of my lips are just a bunch of “so” and “yeah” and “so”. I cannot understand how are the feelings erupting inside me like explosives in distant stars as I spend every moment listening to you talking about him are actually the moments I hate in my life. Every word you say about him shreds my heart into smaller and smaller pieces but the smile that I see on your face makes it all okay. I always hope that this guy you’re talking about is me and he is the guy sitting in front of you listening to you. All this while I have been lying to you but more importantly to myself. As I have been hiding away all these feelings I feel like suffocating because they just keep on filling in my chest replacing the air that I yearn to breathe. Every time when I want to tell you how I feel is every time I feel like shutting up because a girl like you will never feel the same way for a guy like me and even if you do now there’s nothing we can do.
So all I do is wait, for these feelings to go away.
Okay, now will someone hire me to be a lyric writer?
I think both Malaysians and Singaporeans are stupid when it comes to the latest argument about what sort of dishes originated from which country. These dumb-asses who kept on arguing that bak-kut-teh, hainanese chicken rice originated from their own countries should just shut up because it had reflected on how ignorant they are of the history of both countries. Singapore and Malaysia used to be under the same colonial ruling until Malaya gained independence and Singapore joined to form Malaysia. Then, sadly, Singapore was separated. So, technically, all the aforementioned food are symbolic of both countries, although they may taste slightly different in each country. As to where did the food originate from, I would suggest everyone to go dig the history books. To be fair, though, I’d say those food originated from the once Tanah Melayu.
So those dumb asses should just keep their traps shut.
And Malaysians should probably concentrate on less controversial food like those we had in Melaka a few weeks back. Satay celup! Asam laksa! Durian chendol! Chicken rice balls! Pork Satay! Cincalok!
Perhaps, concentrate on branding those already famous food like Penang Tao Sa Pia, Penang Char Kuay Teow, Penang Asam Laksa, Penang Curry Mee, Ipoh chicken rice, Ipoh salted chicken, Bidor biscuits, Bidor duck noodles, Terengganu keropok lekor, Sarawak kolo mee, etc etc etc etc….
So please, we have so much more food to brand as compared to those few that Singaporeans have been saying are theirs. If they want those food so much, let them be. We can still advertise our food and at the end of the day, the tourists and food experts are the judges.
Anyway, the climate has turned worse for those mates down under. I hope that this will be over soon. And whatever the controversy about climate change is, whether or not it’s a natural climate changes of the Earth or it’s caused by men, we cannot deny that it is causing problems to us. So do whatever we can to save ourselves and other inhabitants of this planet!
