April Fail.

The exams have been a real bummer for most of us. It's not over yet though but here I am blogging because I'm very deprived. Jeannette you fail lah cannot live without the internet for a day.

This thing has never worked to begin with. It doesn't really have that good of a self esteem for itself either. Some days the word bE_1 appears. Not sure what that means.


If I must accept the terms why ask?



I find songs like this and this to be quite a failure too. The melody of the song is catchy and upbeat but the lyrics are depressing. So you wanna bob your head to the song but you have to jiwang bob to it-.-

Here's another thing that I cannot do. Cheerleader, fail.

Distract me, please.

Happy Birthday Peta.
Here's a picture to remind you that we were once 18.
And that you have a longer tongue than I do.


Facebook is magical I tell you. She can now determine if I'm happy or not. I call FB a 'she' because like girls, FB has the ability to spread rumors and gossip and scandalous updates and can be very judgmental. Apparently I'm the 7th most happiest person out of about 400 other people. Wah if I'm number 7, number 15 must feel suicidal now.


On a totally unrelated note, I woke up thinking not about what I should study for tomorrow's Pharmacology exam.
Instead I thought about how many times I've accidentally swallowed ants without knowing. You know, like maybe there's an ant in my choc chip cookie. Or when I drink my water without looking at it properly.
Things like that happen okay, does not make me sound weird or anything right?

You forgot

and so I will too.


Somehow this reads "delivery room" in English to me.
I don't know if any of my Form 4 classmates remember but once we had to copy something on the board during math class, and after a while our math teacher asked "kamu sudah habis bersalin?" Laugh people, laugh.


Bilik persalinan/kandang. Thank you Dai Shan for graciously allowing yourself to portray a horse while Peta tried on some Tesco overalls.


Lan, any truth in this?
The pandai memujuk part sounds like you.


The leg on the left is mine, and the one on the right is my new boyfriend's waxed leg. He was trying on shoes from a tall girl with big feet.

Yah, who buys that.

But yeah that's what you get for being a little taller than the average girl. Man feet. Which I don't mind really, because being taller has it's advantages too.



It's probably easier to spot me in a crowded Tesco. To ward off guys. To walk to class that has already started. To get stuff from the top shelf without breaking a sweat. To main kaki under the table with someone who's 5 seats away from you.

Relapse

Let's play a game of charades.

My mind is a...?

Clutter.

Aimee look, this is...?

Ridiculous. Like every other FB group.

Not sure where I'm getting to with this.


I was in the toilet cubicle yesterday when I started tearing up. Which became a silent cry by the time I flushed. Then I headed to the shower to wash it all off. That was the longest I've cried, also the first time, since January.

Meet Andy. One of the many people I can count on to always make me LOL. Sayang you lots.

Going out with other guys and stalking good looking 18 year olds may have been fun while it lasted.


But why have I yet to delete any of your text messages? I tell people I still wear this chain because I just think it's pretty, but really why am I wearing it?

Tim the next time I see you we're taking a proper picture.

Why am I preserving something we both know is not there anymore?

I wish I knew what to say

Doesn't matter anymore. Can't turn back time.

Sorry dentistry junior(think it was Alvis) I wasn't stalking you with my camera. Just testing it out.

Joanne said when she was a kid she liked pretending she was a secretary, making coffee for her boss and doing all the things that secretaries do, except skanking up the boss after office hours.


But Dai Shan's story of her pretending to be a flower and sitting still for hours has got to be the silliest thing I've ever heard.


I don't know if Justin remembers this, but there was a point in my childhood days when I wanted to become a gynecologist. So I made him lie down so I can do an ultrasound and tell him it's a boy.
I'm sorry brother that was stupid.

In denial.

I was reading my Social and Behavioral Science notes on Health in Hindu, Chinese and Muslim communities today. Here's something to show you how incredibly predictable we are and that this subject is not that crappy after all.

"The use of leftover, shared antibiotics and over-the-counter purchase of antibiotics by parents are common situations in the Chinese community. They think that their children suffer form the same illnesses judging by the similar symptoms, so they would give them the shared antibiotics and only bring them to the doctor if there is no improvement".

My family is guilty of this.

Kelvin looks so cheeky here.

Here's another something for your reading pleasure. Taken from Pickard's Manual of Operative Dentistry. Read lines 7 to 8.


Okay it's pretty obvious I don't have much of a life lately, posting up of pictures of what I read.


But so are people who take 9 million pictures of themselves and upload them on Facebook. Title of their album, Me.

Me!

Me~

Trip to New Zealand! (you got conned)

Me, myself and I

Me oh~


Yes we get it it's you. And that this guy, that girl and 75 others like your album.

In the news today...

The government is planning on setting up some sort of day care center for old folks so people can drop their parents or grandparents off before they go to work and pick them up after office hours. Cool.
Isn't it funny that you probably started out that way early in life, you know as a kid who gets sent off to babysitters, then when you get real old you end up getting the same thing?


I see this question a lot but never bothered to find out. Back when I was younger I thought they looked like walking bar codes. So if this question bothers you, here.


This was something I read some time back from Removable Partial Dentures by Nicholas Jepson. I tell you ah these British people=.= Try reading lines 4 to 5.


The current running joke in my room is that now we've uncovered the secret passages to China and New York, depending on which tile you step and fall into.
Dai Shan looks like one of those Fantastic 4 characters whose forearm is so strong tiles break off instantly. Happy 21st birthday love.

How I Met You.

The students who are taking their Foundation course in AIMST are currently sitting for their finals. Which got me reminiscing.

Back then I never really knew what to wear in university. According to the rules and regulation we have to dress in formal attire. Aiyah future foundation students, screw the dress code.
This is what we wore most of the time:


Our favorite subject was English. Because we got to do stupid sketches. The sign that I'm holding may or may not be true.


This is Leonard. He slept through almost every class but still got A's. I still don't know how you sleep like this. God I miss you.


There were days we had our own dresscode:


We took part in a musical production. Uhh... I stole these pictures from the Beta Server guy.
ooo spot Dr. Brindha!


There was prom and Masquerade night. In masquerade night Ron dressed up as a drag queen. He won masquerade queen while Deepa dressed up as a mime and won masquerade king. Picture of Ron not available. If it was it would have been censored in various parts so no point posting up.

Good times, good times.

The next time we saw each other, some of us lost our baby fat. Some eloped.
But most us came back to spend another 5 years to finish what we started. (yerh why this line so cheesy)