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Anyway, read jason mraz's love story.
The man who sings 'Prettiest Friend'. so sweet right :)

I'm not a fun guy.

You know when you're supposed to focus on phagocytosizing your notes but you have the congenital procrastinator disorder, this is the time when your imagination comes alive and bring you to the universe.
If the condition is chronic enough you might be able to recall how much money you owe the girl who sits next to you and what have you done right after the second year final exam.

I can remember clearly what I did right after my major exam last year. Or few months back.

Ok I cleaned my room. And filed up my notes.
These are the SAME two things that I do EVERYTIME the liberty bell rings.

Somehow it confuses me how do those people manage to go out after exam. It's not like I am THAT fatigue but I always end up cleaning my room and notes and go to bed when the dawn breaks the serene horizon.

I remembered Melvin once said this to me when he came back from Redang Trip after the 2nd year final : Harrr you stay in your room ONLY for so maaaaaaany days? Not sien(boring) meh?

No la I did go down to cafe for meals.

*KK asked me the same question few hours ago. And I curi-curi edited his photo HAHA :)

Yes I guess you're right. I'm really really really(3 times!) a vapid teenager.
Staying in my room and read my story books and watched my favourite shows, so far that was the closest to the best time of my life.
See.

Go out with friends la or eat some cheese cakes or inhale the delightful oxygen in shopping mall la!
Uhh.neh!
I already spent a lot of time for exam and my nerve impulses were maintained at the plateau level for few months that's insane.
I need time for myself. Like a mini meditation but not that spiritual or ethical.

Like..spending time to know more about yourself. Then may be you get bored then you watch porn and masturbate. That's COMPLETELY fine. After that you continue your rumination about forgiveness and love.

Or like..You read others' blogs and discover the other human beings on the other side of the earth. Not necessary have to go out and catch the latest movie in cinema. OMG i'm so antisocial.

*I want to watch this movie - Natalie Portman's Black Swan!!!

And like..(Oh this is my favourite!) Imagine how're you going to meet your future wife. Is it like you running your finger across those book spines in an ancient library and there is another lovely lady with plaits doing the exact same thing from the opposite site and finally two fingers stop at the same book and you two exchange a small grin?(but if the book is Fight Club then probably i'll take the book and run HAHAHAHA)

*FYI that is Audrey Hepburn

Or you're licking your favourite icecream in a joyful beach together with your adopted son and then your little cute son goes make friend with a little cute girl who is sitting with her very young mother at the bench next to yours.

Told you. Imagination brings you to travel the infinite universe especially during exam period.

Time to study!

Love For A Child

Dear Baby

I hear you calling, but I can't come home right now.

It breaks my heart to hear that your psychotic foster mother slapped you AGAIN!!
My mum told me your cheek was swelling and covered with bruise. I pray that you'd be still naive enough to ignore this kinda traumatic scar.
I don't want you to remember all these shit. You can have a beautiful life.

You cried when you wanted to pee and I was bemused. Then my mum told me that when you were small that insane bitch slapped you when you peed in your pants.
(For fuck's sake you're still a 2 years old baby.)
Now you have this peephobia.

That bitch slapped you when you refused to take medicine.
COME ON EVERY BABY CRIES WHEN IT COMES TO TAKING MEDICINE. USE YOUR BRAIN BITCH!

Yesterday that bitch slapped you again BECAUSE she doesn't like people crying in the morning.
-___________-
Seriously?
FUCK YOU.

If you don't know how to love a child please don't adopt one at the first place.
And if you do love the child then you will never leave your child in my house for the coming Chinese New Year and you two grown up will be having sinful fun in Australia.

Baby I've changed my Christmas wish.
I want you to grow up in love.

Baby please don't wail.
It hurts me whenever I see your tears.
I have this uncomprehending apprehension everytime I squeeze your tiny body in my arms.
Your eyes reminded me of your biological mother who dumped you when you were born.

Fear no. I'll kick those misery out of you with my love in no time.

My armpits cold sweat when I get nervous

(not a very pleasant title isn't it?)

Like during my first clinic session I went to the washroom every 0.5 minutes (to *ahem-dry my armpits-ahem*) before my patient show up.
Part of me was praying harder than usual hoping he wouldn't turn up. Well. All I can say is my dream came true, eventually.
(he skipped my dental appointment twice and the only time he came i waited for one and a half hour. Now i'm praying for a new and punctual patient)

Like when Aimee asked me to try the pendulum stunt this Thursday. I was incredibly ecstatic and my armpits were cold sweating in sync -___________-
After watching the video and I came across this comment : Did the cheerleader die?
*sorry i need to stop typing. My hand is busy looking for tissue papers again

Like when I imagine the restorationS (yes i need to emphasize the S) that I'm going to try this Friday..oh poor soul.
I've never done any restoration on REAL patient yet NOT EVEN ONCE! How am I gonna do six restorations in 2 and a half hours?
Are you armpit cold sweating?

Oh yeah you bet!

This reminded me that I have oral radio practical next Tuesday and Dr Sham asked me (very specific ME) to memorize the angulation.

It's Christmas.Again.

I love Christmas. Everyone does.

In fact I used to sit by the window sill on Christmas morning to check whether God will show His mercy and miracle by giving Malaysia a white christmas.
As much as I can remember I never had any white Christmas so let's keep our fingers and toes crossed.

Eventually the absence of snow doesn't bother me anymore ever since Harry Potter first joined my Christmas with his sorcerer's stone.

Somehow I invited Harry Potter and his gang to my Christmas Night every year and we enjoyed the magic movies together, but my guests always sat opposite me and squeezed their asses in a small electronic box.

I guess this is their Hogwarts courtesy.

There is rumour spreading around saying Neville Longbottom is a catch and Hermione Granger finally get rid of her puffy hair.

I'll ask them 3 weeks later.

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time.
Merry Christmas people.

(Oh that's my room door isn't it beautiful?)

Because tomorrow is Thursday.I'm free.