What would you hope for me to say?

Fly trivia. (because right now all that comes to mind are the stack of lecture notes I have to slowly burnish into my neurons, the image of Jake Gyllenhaal's intense unshaven medieval macho-ism, and the ridiculous number of flies that have come to invade the campus for its annual tour)

TRUE flies have only one pair of wings, compared to other flies (dragonflies, butterflies, fireflies...)


Because of the various torsions of their genitalia, flies have more abilities to reproduce at more efficient rates than other insects. If you are an AIMST-er, THIS EXPLAINS IT ALL.


They also have what is called compound vision, which means they have a larger view angle and can react quicker to movements.


But it's funny how they did not see this coming.

Black and white.

I reckon it's sometimes better this way.







Because right now I still can see the the colour of your hair.
The tie you wore for your convocation.
The colour of your skin under the sun. Or when you laugh for too long.
The three kinds of blue on your bedsheet. Your chair.
The shade of brownish green shorts you wore when we said our goodbyes.

We're not choked up

But we're not okay.



In the movies, when a hero tells the heroin that a part of him died the day she left him, you'd say it's a cliche.

Not when it happens to you.



I'm not sure where this entry is heading to, I never do half the time. Mostly because some of the things I write about are hormone-driven shit.



My estrogen and progesterone got me eating a lot lately, and I've been telling all my friends of my legendary weight gain. I gained 4 kgs in about a week. Impressive, no?
Timothy got offended because he's been trying to gain weight for 11 years.



I think the menstrual cycle also clouds my judgment at times.
Great, now I can't become Prime Minister. Because if I get pissed every now and then I will deploy a troupe to Papua New Guinea and terrorize them. Just for kicks.

I'm sorry but that was on purpose.

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever find anyone in compromising positions behind this door. The most questionable thing I've seen behind unopened doors like these are cats. Mother and new born kitties, again. (AIMST inside joke. The cats here replicate faster than cockroaches)

This door also has a lock. outside. I'm not sure how that works but I guess if you would like to trap somebody this would be an epic failure. Unless of course the person you're trapping is mute and does not posses the capability to knock. No offense to the disabled.



I use this pretty often and thank you monkey god I'm still alive.
Because really you have to consider what dances around the spouts of the dispensers.



Did you know one unspayed female cat and her offsprings can produce 420,000 cats in 7 years?

Oh shit.

Noisy teeth!

Sounds funnier in my head than it actually is.
Excuse me if this doesn't humour you. Aku nerd.



Being a dental student makes me see things I've never seen before.

I was talking to someone the other day and I noticed that the person had bleeding gums and a lot of calculus. I got so distracted I wasn't even paying attention to what that person was saying. Then I just blurted out, have you tried visiting the dental hospital in AIMST? They do treatment for free!

And that wasn't the first time. Ugh =.=

I mean people are talking to you for the first time and that's what you point out right away?


Well that's smooth.

Scattered. Recollect. Scattered again.

Spending my weekend in Taiping was just the thing I needed.


It's the only place you can eat 3 times for breakfast.


The place where you have to pre order fried chicken from a road side stall. By 45 minutes.


Taiping has the best kacang tumbuk. Seriously. It got my non nut loving friend Peta to eat them. THAT good.


It's also the place to take pretty wedding photos.


Not to mention a place with funny signboards.


Thanks Hugo=)

I'm gonna grow old to look just like you.

When I was younger I told myself I'd not raise my future children the way you did.
That probably wouldn't be a really good idea. Nobody wants sub basement scums for children.


I now get it. Why you do the things you do. Because if you hadn't Justin and I wouldn't be where we are. We're not successful people just yet, but I think we're on our way.


I miss your nasi lemak. The kuihs. The pulut hitam. The pong teh. The char siew pau.


You amuse me more than you know. You sing off tune. You flare your nostrils when you taste food. You don't understand facebook. You think you know what we're saying in Chinese when you actually might not. You allow Justin and I to make fun of you. We think it's cute.


I was always Pn.Wong or Madam Lee's daughter in school. That surprisingly never gave me a hard time. I kind of enjoyed it, because most of the teachers never messed with me.



Confession. When I was younger I played with your make up and accessories while you were still away at work.


Happy Mother's Day mum. You read my blog I know, that's how you keep track of how much free time I have.

I love you lots.

Occasionally, I see you at dinner.

Glance. Walk. Pretend.

clearly, I need a life.

Then again, I do enjoy my university life here.
Here are some of the things here that humour me.

• By now most of us can forge each others signature to fill up the attendance sheet for subjects like moral studies and sociology. Bunch of cons.

• If anything we should always bring entertainment wherever we go. iPhone, poker cards, magazines.

• Textbooks by English authors that have a good sense of humour. I've posted several photos before this so I shall not show you anymore out of fear that you will convulse in agony over the lameness of it all.

Read the last point.
Poor Vidarabine, kena shun.

AIMST rocks.

and May makes it 7.

Maybe I'm confused.
Maybe it still hurts.
Maybe I'm tired.


But whatever keeps me happy.