The Longest Day Of My Life

Never did I imagine I was going to wake up to this eventful day, the moment I opened my eyes on Tuesday morning. Reluctantly, I dragged myself to lecture and PBL. I even followed friends to shop for props around the valley while cutting stuffs (in the car, while walking, waiting) ... I was elated they turned out better. I was still unaffected though my aching knee is not really recovering and I have to wear a supporting kneeguard band. It's okay. I will get better soon. I told myself.

As I returned home, things changed.

But I chose to divert my attention to work. Helping a friend settle some performance details.


I went back home again, like really late in the night. But I had to get out. I could not sleep.

And so I wandered, armed with my Walkman phone... I just travelled from point to point on foot.


Until I stopped.



I sat and just looked around.

The neon lights of the valley and the streetlamps illuminating the dark night skyline.


A moment of pure silence.



I was not alone. The cold breeze of the nights kept billowing keeping me company.

Some peace and quiet. Some break from reality. Some time to reflect on self.


But before I knew it, the sun rising; flickers from behind the hills. (How I miss such sights!)


Without a wink of shut eye for the past 24 hrs, I steadfastly walk towards uni for classes.



The longest day... there's more to come.

Enough

I have had enough of this.



The confusion.

The self-doubt.

The fear.

The guilt ride.

The need to always catch up.


The loathing of me.




What a rollercoaster this past few moons have been!


Now, just let me be with myself.

Thank you very much.

Invictus

My favourite poem of all time. My soulfood of choice for a weary mind. It is written by William Ernest Henley. HE ROCKS!


Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.

WTF

*censored profanities*

Yeah, WTF!!!

I was at Jessica's 19th birthday party last Saturday night. When we were leaving after an evening of good food, great company, and gawking at her majestically-decorated home... Ooo... She stays soooo near Zoo Negara that one can even hear the elephants making sounds... (is it coo or something?)

I CAN'T FRIGGIN' OPEN MY DRIVER'S DOOR!!!

damn pissi-fied ok?

[And Jeremy Lee accused Amrita Kaur of the crime!!! Yeah lah... Our very own Paris Hilton! But of coz, PamritARIS wasn't the real crook.]



I had to like maneuveur like some contortionist to get to the driver's seat from the front passenger's seat... And I have chondromalacia patellae... Can you even imagine how cumbersome it was? For a disabled person like moi...??? Eh, I mana look like a flexible versatile hootie?


OMFG so agite-tated over the top!

Anyways, didn't drive for 2 days lor... Adrian drove Ben, Merv and I to Bangsar for the infamous pasar malam on Sunday. Guess what? We didn't do much purchasing at the nightmarket cos it ended up RAINING!!! KUCING DAN ANJING somemore...

Hence, we alleviated our retail adventure and lepak-ed around Bangsar Village with me spending RM40 on Christmas cards (Hallmark ok!) and nearly a three-digit figure at the Village Grocer buying my fave imported foodstuffs!!! Like POPTARTS! aaah... I miss the sing-a-long Poptarts songs... Whee!

Before that, this quartet were examining the funny products on sale at a 100Yen shop along the stretch of the road. Ooo I bought a dildo-like, pussy-looking knife holder... [Err, it's actually a CARROT!!!] among other Japanese products... Cheapo ne desu?

But hey, I did buy something from the Bangsar pasar malam. Fried Chee Cheong Fun & Free Radish Cake for dinner-slash-supper!!!

And it didn't even stop raining when we left the place. Saddening noir mes corazon!



Oh yeah, SoOOoOoooo today after lectures... I drove to Sri Petaling to repair my whacked car door. The mechanic at the workshop was so kind to fix it for FREE!!! YAAAY!!! So nice hor?



Hope the good luck stays with me for long long long time...

What happened today...

I was walking home.

I nearly fell into a drain.




Thankfully, I did not.

What a day!

So we hung out at Suria KLCC today after lectures (and MMS)... Jalan-jalan waste time.

And of course, sharing lame jokes. For example...


Courtesy of Yu Jeat:

What do you get when a piano falls and lands on a Pakistani (or any Asian national) ???



A crustacean. (Crushed-Asian)





Hmm... which office is the least happy in IMU?


Student Affairs Department (S.A.D. ma...)






Sexually-connotated joke, from Choo Ben Luke (heading to Chad soon!):

If honeybees produce honey, what bees produce milk?


Boo-bees. (Boobies/Breasts etc)





Hyperactive Michelle came up with this...

How come there are no panadols in the jungle?

Because the Paracetamol.


Ahem... the parrots ate them all... get it? LoL





Lamest joke of the month, from Mervin:

Jika semua manusia jadi ikan, ikan jadi apa? (Yes, in Bahasa Melayu)


Ikan jadi banyak.



Yeah... this is what you find in IMU.

Reflection

"Why do we hurt the most, the ones we love the most?"

*sniff sniff*

This is So Funny

I was chatting to an old friend of mine who's studying medicine in the Czech Republic. No no, the Govt sent her there, against her will. I figure.

Anyways, when I told her I was in IMU... "YOU? YOU wanna be a doctor? Sure or not???"

And she dropped and rolled on her dorm floor laughing till she got bruises. Or so she claimed. We were just chatting real-time on MSN la. I was complaining how we only learn anatomy using the plastic models in MMS. oKay, maybe not WE cos I hardly go to the MMS... lolx

Me: Eh you guys get a lot of practicals on anatomy right? With cadavers and stuff?
Her: Yeah, a lot of cadavers here.
Me: Cool, babe.
Her: Medical students here kill themselves. So we get a lot of dead bodies.
Me: Err... err... okay.

*Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.*

Short Rant

So so so many things going round in my mind right now. And I doubt I am sane enough, at least at this very moment, to think and sort them out.

I am not a great good guy. Never said I ever was. I have continuously committed mistakes grave sins. And I have always warned people about me. Yeah, ME! Not my darker side... Probably it's how from day to day, the general public sees me in a brighter perspective, so to speak.

Yeah, khwai is not nice.

Surprise!