Hi! Doesn’t sound very friendly or breeding any sort of familiarity of any kind appointing to that imaginary gesture I presumed. I keep telling myself to at least blog within these few days, but eventually the level of procrastination leaps up to an extend that I can imagine myself leaving this lousy blog of mine dead and eventually swept into extinction. I shamelessly blame the local Malaysian weather for this, contradicting with the current Russian winter of -30 degrees... I adore my beloved Malaysian sun so much I can practically imagine myself suntanning in the middle of the road.
I took the initiative to return back to my former secondary school, which means I incredibly, phenomenally got myself up from bed at 6AM just to tag dad along in order to meet up with a former teacher of mine. As astonishing as it seemed for me to discover that the sizes of new form one students are depressingly going down the chart, not that I am proud of my heights or whatsoever; as a matter of fact I am brazenly admitting that I am pathetically short for those who know me personally. Really interesting topic we had there, discussing over issues regarding students nowadays which indirectly made me feel like I’m as ancient as a retired working man deliberating mundane issues.
Speaking of retired man and being an early bird waking up at 6AM, I tagged along some friends who are also having their semester break to head for breakfast and when I say breakfast, it means a 7AM drowsy drive to a local shop for scrumptious Sarawak Laksa. 7AM and the place is packed with elderly people convened together accompanied by colloquy which I assumed to be about their wives, children and humdrum, boring things. Immediately I voiced out: “Well, look at the bright side; at least when they’re old they still have friends to chit chat around. I swear when I’m old and unwanted by my children, I’ll just have to die alone by the roadside.” No I seriously mean it. I’m beginning to see what most of my seniors who told me earlier on, are slowly coming into reality. Medicine is a field which literally kills your social life other than your own circle. It’s tolerably for me to mingle around with friends studying the same field, but to entirely make new friends beyond the border… It’s merely possible, let alone I’m pessimistic, anti-social and I live a sad life. True story.
I haven't get myself a new haircut yet, no wonder no one recognizes me.
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| Wasted 10.50 Euros on a book which lasted me for 2 weeks and not having the urge to continue reading |
Not too familiar on placing my fingers on this familiar keyboard facing a plain canvas and typing out conjoining alphabets to pour out my haphazard, erratic thoughts all the while because there is just too much happenings that I cannot simply squeeze everything into one post.
Simply could not be bothered about minute incidents that have no significance or whatsoever. But then again, the recent catastrophes bombarding Volgograd stopped me from not paying attention; a good friend of mine was placed in a situation of gangsterism which costs him bruises and minor wounds. Yes, Fucking racist Russians [excuse me for the vulgar language, I normally curse mentally] decided to ambush foreign students again to show their support as the upcoming election takes place, flea brains are meant to be fed with dog dung I say.
Simply could not be bothered about minute incidents that have no significance or whatsoever. But then again, the recent catastrophes bombarding Volgograd stopped me from not paying attention; a good friend of mine was placed in a situation of gangsterism which costs him bruises and minor wounds. Yes, Fucking racist Russians [excuse me for the vulgar language, I normally curse mentally] decided to ambush foreign students again to show their support as the upcoming election takes place, flea brains are meant to be fed with dog dung I say.
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| Soy milk, reminds me of a dear friend Kaliz cause' she used to hand made soy milk for a few of us |
I took the initiative to return back to my former secondary school, which means I incredibly, phenomenally got myself up from bed at 6AM just to tag dad along in order to meet up with a former teacher of mine. As astonishing as it seemed for me to discover that the sizes of new form one students are depressingly going down the chart, not that I am proud of my heights or whatsoever; as a matter of fact I am brazenly admitting that I am pathetically short for those who know me personally. Really interesting topic we had there, discussing over issues regarding students nowadays which indirectly made me feel like I’m as ancient as a retired working man deliberating mundane issues.
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| Fruits, that grandma is pestering me to consume because she assumed that Russia is facing winter all year long |
Speaking of retired man and being an early bird waking up at 6AM, I tagged along some friends who are also having their semester break to head for breakfast and when I say breakfast, it means a 7AM drowsy drive to a local shop for scrumptious Sarawak Laksa. 7AM and the place is packed with elderly people convened together accompanied by colloquy which I assumed to be about their wives, children and humdrum, boring things. Immediately I voiced out: “Well, look at the bright side; at least when they’re old they still have friends to chit chat around. I swear when I’m old and unwanted by my children, I’ll just have to die alone by the roadside.” No I seriously mean it. I’m beginning to see what most of my seniors who told me earlier on, are slowly coming into reality. Medicine is a field which literally kills your social life other than your own circle. It’s tolerably for me to mingle around with friends studying the same field, but to entirely make new friends beyond the border… It’s merely possible, let alone I’m pessimistic, anti-social and I live a sad life. True story.
I haven't get myself a new haircut yet, no wonder no one recognizes me.
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