rOcK oN~!

I HATE INTERNET DRAMA-RAMA!!

i hate dramas. 

I never thought that there will be a day that I'll miss anatomy classes. But here am I, thinking that the classes would last much longer.

*sigh*

Thank God I decided to take third week subject, instead of settling for sixth week forensic. It has been fun, and gave me a whole lot new experiences. Not many can say they've dissected bodies, eh?

And the classmates, you guys are such a sport! I'm going to miss our class together...

Plus Dr Juned is as cute as always.. xD

And that wraps up our Anatomy class... FOREVER!!! Well, at least until we graduated from here.. XD

Amir on shy cousins:

"Dia ingat, duduk umah sebab nak putihkan kulit, hitam jek aku tengok!"
"You think that they'd stay at home to make their skin brighter, but they still as dark as ever!"

Amir on piggyback:

"Kak, encang aku kak... aku tau.. ko leh punya!"
"Sis, give me a piggyback, I know you're able to!"
He's 178cm and weighs 75 kg...

Amir on chores:

"Kak, mak suruh ko kira batu, pastu beras tu asingkan, 100 biji beras per mangkuk"
"Sis, mom asked to count the stones...and to separate the rice grains into bowls of 100s.."

Amir when asked where is he going:

"Aku nak pergi cucuk langit, lepas tu pergi mati, nak ikut?"
"I'm going to do the shuffle, then I'm going to die... do you want to follow me?"

"Aku nak gi berak...nak ikut?"
"I'm going to poop, want to join?"

Oh Amir....
*facepalms*

These are only a few examples of his smart-assery... >.>

And he's only 14...

Some Malay guys have unreasonable expectant on women.
They expect their women to be beautiful, gentle, smart, assertive, obedient, will speak their own mind and willing to stroke their egos.

Oh, and not to mention, to have superhuman strength and stamina.

Basically a first class girl, when they themselves mostly are first class jerk and third rate men. >.>

Who in the right mind, would ask a full-time working woman, to do all the house chores after coming back from her work, cook, take care of the children, "layan" the husband and whatever shitload of work? Must be some madmen under the delusion that girls are robots that do not tire.

Dammit guys! Just because you think (think because I bet you never tried doing it) that you can do it, don't expect the girls to do it!

Okay, okay, not all guys are like that, you said. Yes, I agree... that's why I said, SOME MALAY GUYS! Why Malay guys? Because I grew up around Malays.. and I am a Malay, my friends are mostly Malays, and my brothers' friends are Malays too.

What makes you think that I'm capable of replacing the shitload heavy carpet while having to move around a fuck heavy love seat, a OMG-I-can't-believe-I've-got-to-move this sofa and a coffee table?

His room is neater than mine.
DAMMIT!

This is not fair!!
T-T

You sure are feisty. I can’t forget how you calmly punched the face of the girl who cornered you. It was funny as hell. The girls were getting on my nerves, and you conveniently “finished” them for me. They never messed with any girls seen talking with me anymore. Maybe they were afraid to continue the “little chat” with you. No wonders no guys wanted to make you his girlfriend. You’re too scary.

Heh. They’re just too stupid to see past your silence and scariness. For that I’m glad. Else I’d be fighting nails and teeth over you. Not that I mind any way. Then again, there were guys who liked you. All were given personal warning from me to steer clear from you. Those who didn’t, well, they get a special treatment from yours truly. So, sorry to break your little bubble of self-confidence of guys leaving you alone because of your so called feistiness. I’m the one who ordered them to do that. It was nice to see you alone, and it would be fantastic to see you walking with someone. But I want that someone to be me, not one of those useless bastards.

When you introduced yourself at me, I was shocked. I can’t believe that you knew me. I was really flattered that you were interested in me; it’s like having my love returned. Of course you didn’t know that yet. I made sure of that. That, and the fact that I had been watching you since the day you arrived at the college. I’m good at keeping up a front aren’t I? You never know that all the while you thought you were walking alone; I was there right behind of you.

Stalker, he definitely is a stalker. A certified one it seems. This means, he knew she was watching him all this while! Oh noes! Groaning, she buried her face into her pillow. Four years and he still can make her feel embarrassed.

Yeps, I knew you were watching. Like Silverchair said, the greatest view is watching you watched over me. Do you want to know what it made me feel? When I caught you staring at me, it made me feels like I can do anything and get away from it. That’s why I’m acting like a real jerk when you were around. I just knew you will forgive me and wrote it off as one of my antiques. Stupid isn’t it?

Speaking of sneaking looks, do you still draw when you’re extremely bored? Can you sing properly now? Do you still wear purple eyeliner? Or have you change to hideous yellow just to spite me?

Do you know that I really like watching you during class? You have so many reactions that it’s amazing that the lecturers never noticed you were distracted. Most of the time you’ll keep your head bowed so near to the table. That’s your “serious drawing position”. Somehow I managed to take a look into your note books. Then the head-on-hand style, with your right hand frantically writing something. To others, maybe you look like you’re listening tentatively. But I know better, you were writing whatever song lyrics that suited your moods, or captions of your current emotions.

I went to the immigration office yesterday after exam to settle my ERP (exit-reentry permit). Don't ask me why I have to do that.. each and every time before I fly back home. That, and Free-Fiscal application... >.>;;

Anyway, went there, fetch my passport, and I had to photocopy the latest ERP stamp in it. So I went to the photocopy shop at the office where they overcharge the service 5 times than what you can get outside (damn!), and there's this middle-aged lady photocopying in front of me. Being the good girl that I am.. I queued up behind her. Patiently, and quietly... she had so much trouble photocopying a lot of documents.

Then suddenly a guy came, and FUCKING CUT MY QUE!! It was a hot afternoon, and I've just finish my exam. My heels are hurting me, and I want no more than just photocopy a page, and go home. And this fucking douchebag had to cut my que, and photocopied 4 copies of 4 documents. Plus he didnt even have enough change to pay for it. Damn it!

I was so furious, that I went straight back to the parking lot after submitting my copied ERP. Then I realized that Jern was at the office too.... ARGH! ;_____;