Jane. Tarzan.

It's hard to grow up knowing that most of the best things in life happen during your carefree lives of childhood and adolescence.

We've grown so much, you especially. I've stopped growing long ago, it's all downhill from now.

The receding gums. Sagging in places you don't want to know.

I guess the best part of us is that after all the frequent uprooting, dead guinea pigs and successful chick hatchings, we're still the same at heart.

It is surprisingly pathetic how homesick I have been lately. That why I'm thankful that I have you. So I'll never lose the true feeling of being home, and that is the one thing I hope to always keep.

10 years ago you wanted a yo-yo.

Now you're telling me you're going to the gym to "keep in shape".

Haha.

Just don't tell me 10 years from now that you're keeping a mistress.

Happy Birthday Justin.

Lots of love!

Feeling a little gassy today.

For someone whose favorite colour isn't pink, I've got a lot of pink going on here.

My laptop speakers aren't working, I take it as a sign that I shouldn't be spending so much time watching movies and instead study. But when it gets too quiet I start synchronizing the music from my phone to its music video on youtube. Justin Bieber sounds better muted by the way.

Lately people don't say hi to me anymore. Apparently the most polite way to greet someone is by shouting "OMG what happened to your face?!" frantically. I get it buddy save your enthusiasm for when I grow a goatee.

So in order to fix my pimple ridden face I've consulted a local shaman. So be nice and just tell me I look pretty. Or else.

I know you're concerned. I am too. Hence the medication and healthy diet. And my no chocolate oath. Yes an oath.

Vanity frustrations aside, does it bother you that you can't really use all the keys that are on your keyboard? Unless you illustrate your descriptions ONLY with Asian emoticons.

I've never used this

`

or this

~

or

|

and

\

and dare I say I haven't got a flippin clue what a num lock is.

Save the earth

it's the only planet with chocolate.



Life's too hot for me to handle right now, hence the decrease in number of entries.



I have to save cats that get stranded at the 4th floor of the hostel building, God knows how he got there.



Dental dinner was just over few weeks back. Chose to wore a cheongsam because it looked very vespertinal. I thought that the biggest irony of it all was that someone as inadequately Chinese as me would wear a cheongsam.



Apart from that there are clinic duties. I've been scaling and filling peoples' teeth. I just hope they don't fall out, the tooth and the filling.
I'll also take it as a good sign that my patient wanted to ask me out for tea after his treatment.



In the spirit of improvement, captain PCG also upgraded our stunts for cheerleading, making us highly sought after stuntmen and women. Don't try any stunts unless you have baby mats.



But the most important point of this entry is, Sue Sylvester wears dentures.

Sleeptyping.

Here's why I bring my camera everywhere I go.


It isn't everyday that no.5 from the winning basketball team gets a wedgie.



Sometimes I play with this cat, and she'd playfully purr and roll around. Sometimes I just flip the trash can lid. I've done that 8 times so far. Wonder how many times more can she fly off the building in a projectile motion.


But hey I'm not always that mean.

I feed her.

I like giraffes.

I do this thing where I watch National Geographic to compensate the hours I spend watching the new Disney crap(Hannah Montana is now orange) and Cougar Town.

And so I spent a solid hour learning about sharks and how they are built for the kill.

There's the Great White Shark. They have a grey top which makes them hard to see from the surface of the water, and a white belly so it kind of matches the sun rays coming from the sea. To protect their eyes they roll them back when fighting or hunting for prey.


The Angel Shark. It's somewhere in there.


The Blue Shark. Learning about its anatomy is like reading Tim's report on his wind tunnel project and what reduces drag and resistance.


The Whale Shark can grow up to be longer than a 50 seat bus.


The White Tip Shark has jagged teeth and deep cusps to hook on to its prey.


and this is some prehistoric shark which I thought was some photoshop bullcrap but turned out to be real.

Did you know sharks do not have bone? Just cartilage. That's why they are good swimmers.


The only sharks I like are the ones with an Australian accent. They're vegetarian.

Sigh if only I had spent my entire high school life watching stuff like that on Astro I'd score that 17 A's in SPM. Or if I corrected my answers using an Exam Grade Stabilo eraser.
Not trying to make fun of anybody here.

You found the little girl in me

Too bad I still look 25.


I don't remember bathing yesterday. But I must have, my hair still smells good. And I'm not wearing my Monday undies. It's Thursday.



I worry about things like if the configuration of a bouquet of flowers follow the Fibonacci sequence. Or whether there are exactly 10 chocolate chips in all my cupcakes. Tell me I'm not crazy.


And tell me you're okay.

Fear

Where does it go from here?



The things I never say are the ones that I want to tell you the most.



Like how I teared up during a lecture on respiratory diseases. How much I don't want the inevitable to happen. How much I want to get to know you. And how much time is there left if you don't quit smoking.



Or how you have no idea that you teach me so much. And that I look to you more than you realize.



Or how sorry I am to avoid conversations, from all the unresolved issues. Issue, actually.
Because I love you too much as a friend. I know that's what you would say.

Drive slow

till we run out of road.


Setting my clock 20 minutes faster used to be my way of being punctual. Until I realize the flaw of it all. I always knew I still had 20 minutes.
Fail much.


I woke up feeling mellow today, wanting nothing but pancakes and a golden retriever. Yeah, a puppy would be awesome right now.
Or maybe just someone to eat french toast with.



It is days like these that I wish I could throw it all away (whatever it is that I have, not much.) go to a pretty beach and build a house out of drift wood. Lay in the sand. Shit in the sea.



I should remove my ovaries. Or anything that makes me feel like a woman.

Minus the pain

No LA needed.


I was about to blog about how I am a firm believer that elevator buttons should be pressed constantly so that it gets there faster. Once couldn't possibly be enough.



But then I received a phone call.

No one I cared about died. Nor did I win Miss Nicaragua/Universe 2010.



How can you stand watching your own blood wandering aimlessly through life when everyone else is slowly finding their place in this world? Don't you see that living life isn't some competition?


I find little things in life like watching Mean Girls with my roommate 35 times over as some form of joy. I feel excited at the thought of having to finally go to class because I've not seen some of my classmates for a long time. I like to watch my dad fall asleep on the couch while I steal the remote control lying on his belly.



He sees nothing. He doesn't see anything remotely close to the warmth of hot chocolate on a rainy day. Because you caged him.

Forget about acquiring status and money, let him breathe. Learn. Let him go on a date, chaperoned.


Today I accomplished something, nothing colossal. But having that feeling made me realize how much he wants to feel the same too.

I hope you see that.

Don't do this to me.

We're just at the wrong place.
At the wrong time.
All the time.


Today I found friends on facebook that I didn't know I had. Explains why I have 749 friends, which does not make sense at all.



Because in my heart and mind, I have an estimated 30, maybe 40 friends that I keep in touch on a regular basis. The rest are hi bye friends, so...how's the weather friends, eye candy friends, long time no see! then nothing else to talk about friends, we love each other on the outside but deep down we want to castrate them friends, you name it.



You know what else facebook does? It makes you forget birthdays. It's like when we started using cellphones we forget phone numbers. If your cellphone number has a cool jingle to it, fine I can manage. I can remember 7552525 though I've never had Pizza Hut where I lived. But if it's really random numbers like 0168256341. Macam susah.



But with 700 over friends and counting, I suppose I need something to remind me about birthdays. I can't keep track, I have better things to do.

Like playing Farmville. And taking love quizzes. And reading about what God wants me to know on this day, on facebook.



I gotta stop being so sarcastic.

Icing on your nose

The breeze on my face.


When I entered AIMST for my degree they issued me a new ID. I was ready to throw away my old one. But when I got my new ID, I saw that they reused my old picture. Bummer.



This ID has been a constant reminder of how long I've been here. 3 years. I've gone from hardworking foundation student to uhm, dental student. My relatives think I can go around pulling teeth because it seemed like I've been in here too long they must think I've been repeating this course 6 times over.



It may have been 3 years but I don't feel it being an agonizing pain in the prostate. Though this place did give me high cholesterol.



I don't understand why chicken rice balls are famous. I find it rather overrated. Maybe people are attracted to spherical objects. Football. Boobs.
I find rolling zinc oxide eugenol into balls very comforting.
So does rolling the gunk you dig out from your nostrils.