'in'-to-'rest'-ing on Monday, February 08, 2010

third exam finished. i'm grateful for what i've got. it was a product of burned midnight oil, the eleventh hour kind of study and bla bla bla. thank you again mr bacteria for the comforting fever. without you, my life wouldn't be happier like now.

*it was a sarcasm just so to let you know*

february is a no-no-no exam month. and also no-no-no-valentine-day. this is great!

but the not so great thing-y is about mr icici-stupid-little-bank. he is so slow in processing my damn allowance. it's been 2 weeks. my bank account reached 87 rupee. it's damn a lot RIGHT?! crap! my sanity is thinning like putting heparin in my blood to reduce blood clot. dear mr icici bank, you better be quick or else!

*yeah right, like threatening them will make them scareeeeee to the death and work faster than usual. bleh~*

india is known for their slow and bad service. no no. that's rude. it is known for their REALLY slow and REALLY bad service. it is a fact. don't argue with me. well i might have the wrong impression because maybe unfortunately, i can't find anyone who works fast enough to catch my attention and make me swallow back my rude statement just now for the past 7 months living here. do imagine, internet connection, banking, buying things, administrating, custom, police. argh. they took their time long enough. i know.

'biar lambat asalkan selamat'

but this is totally a different thing. for a stupid signature from the police chief, we had to wait for 30 minutes and that was when we were THE first in the line. is that even possible? pathetic i tell you dealing with them. they took their damn time long enough, yet, they were still doing stupid mistakes? what the heck? it pisses me off everyday.

yadayada. i know. keep on whining. regarding the term whining, i read others' blog which in fact full of whining like me. some bloggers liked to curse others. some wanted to whine and in hoping their post could reach the reader's heart or soul~

*haha*

and some wanted to be a merchant, selling their stuff (perfume, sweater, handbag, etc). i didn't say it's wrong and i am definitely not insulting those kind of bloggers. it's your damn blog right? keep on writing. if i like it, and i'll continue to read it. simple, thus, less complicated

*what the hell i was trying to say anyway? haha*

agree?

oh, aku rase aku macam da terpesong dari cerite sebenar. sebab semalam aku bace blog kepunyaan member aku. die kate ramai sungguh blogger. jenis jenis blogger kat dunia ni. yang nak buat dwet la, yang nak kutuk orang la, yang nak tunjuk kasih sayang tak terhengat dekat ahli keluage die la, nak cerita masalah die yang kononnye banyak macam orang lain tak de la. oh, part hujung macam kene batang hidung sendiri. aduh. so what? yang penting kite happy bukan? hee.

'kalau anda gembire tepuk tangan,

kalau anda gembira tepuk tangan,

kalau anda gemibira beginilah caranya,

kalau anda gembira tepuk tangan'

*clap clap!*

today, i announced this glorious day as the sexual abusing day. victims? yours truly. and some other guys in my class. haha. reading the previous sentence sure make u wonder why the heck am i laughing when it comes to a taboo topic like sexual abuse right?

*padahal tak de orang bace pown, tak pe, teruskan perasan*

today is the human laboratory. to be specific it's under physiology lab. today's class is palpating, inspecting, auscultating and finding the apex beat. the apex of subject's heart.

palpating = 'meraba'

*what a nice word eh?*

so, the victims/subjects are the guys. obviously. they need to remove their shirt and because the so-called-man have rudimentary nipples so they shouldn't be shy. HAHA. gile geli bace ayat ni. the guys kept on pointing towards each other for the first 10 minutes early in the class. avoiding from becoming the CHOSEN one for the each girl's group. i meant the CHOSEN FIVE. macam power rangers tak? haha. suddenly the head of department walked in and randomly chose 5 guys. and that my friend, including me.

(-_-")

too many things happened. felt like being raped

*yeah, right. as if i have been raped before.ceh~*

the girls had difficulty of finding my apex beat. they touched everywhere. i suppose this is the part where all men should say

"i like it!"

"do it again!"

"oh my, what a nice skin/fingers u have there"

*oh my, seriously, my stupid imagination. buaye buaye~ geleng geleng*

but hey, i'm not like that. i didn't say i like it but at the same time i didn't say i despise it.

*okay macam pintal*

padma came to my table and made a 'pancing' sentence:

"maybe you guys can't find his apex beat because he has a thick chest."

i don't know if that was a compliment or the opposite, it made me embarrassed. they are all girls for God sake. they were checking my chest. aaaa~

*ok stop!*

oh, fyi, in my todays group, all of them were girls because lot of the guys bunked the class for their cultural festival. so 4 girls molested me and gave me a trauma. oh i forgot, padmie the meanie joined for awhile makes it 5 girls. aaaaa~

cure for the trauma?

a thirty five rupee snickers and pooofft!

i'm back to myself again.

interesting day eh?

p/s:banyak sangat kesalahan vocabulary and grammar aku, tapi malaslah~ maaf ye~