Random stuffs

The most pissing thing about living abroad is the ACCOMODATION.

It pisses me about the fact that I have to move out practically every year, and moving house is no joke. My tenancy is over for my current place, but because of convocation, I have to extend it for a few more weeks, and that dreaded accomodation office told me that I have to move 3 storeys down THE SAME BUILDING.

That got my nerves because I saw no bloody reason to why I had to go through the hassle of moving down 3 stupid storeys just for like 3 weeks and when the whole flat is going to be occupied with my other flatmates till I leave. I refused to give in for several reasons, and was on the verge of making a major complaint to the Head Office. And that was when good news came :D

I'm now allowed to stay in my current room till I leave...mauhahahahaha..but the shit thing is...the Internet is shut off, accounting to why I'm here in the Library. Life without the Internet is hell in this era, and I have no idea how angmos can live without the Internet. I'm almost disabled without out, and it depresses me whenever I can't get myself linked up. The Internet is my only window to the world, and the only rare ways for me to keep in touch with my family and friends! How can anyone get anything done without it? Almost everything can be done online these days....and it just doesn't make much sense to have to do simple things using the traditional postal mail (unless it's some crucial document).

Hopefully the internet issue will be resolved soon or else I'll continue dying of boredom in my room (and boredom makes a person angry, resulting in recent minor arguments Dearie and I are having). And my stupid Uni is so niao about us having access to the Internet that my uni card expires this week and this would mean I'm not allowed into the Uni to use the computers anymore. Spoke to the Security abt this, and asked if they can give me an extension for 2 weeks, and they said "NO". WTF...

Back to happier topics..

Dearie got his results!!!!! We're really happy that it's double good news for us. We've both graduated! I'm so happy for him because his grades were so good. 80% for Masters dissertation...how cool's that?! I was overjoyed when he broke the news to me. And what's even better is that he's not just graduating with a normal Masters, but one with Merit! Hopefully, this will give him an edge to getting a good job in the UK soon.

Was super touched about something Dearie said when we were out with his friend yesterday...

"If I go back to China, I have a nice house to live in, a good car to drive and nice food to eat. But I will lose Michelle, and losing her will mean losing everything."

Sweet!!! *beams*

Love him so much, as long as we stop squabbling..

I've graduated!!!

Yes, I have finally graduated from University!!!!!

My results were released today, and I have passed my Finals! I am no longer a medical student, but a full fledged doctor now!

Dearie sat next to me in front of the computer while I looked through the list to find my candidate number. He was more excited than me, I think. And the moment I saw my number, I started screaming and jumping. My years of nightmare is finally over, the moment I have been waiting for. Was crying tears of joy while Dearie was happily hugging me really tightly. I knew he was extremely happy for me.

My parents are really pleased too, and I'm glad that I have fulfilled both mine and their wishes. They have waited for this day for a long time. And they're starting to get excited to come over and attend my convocation ceremony soon.

I really wish I can go for a celebration tonight, but Dearie's gotto work, and I shouldn't prevent him from earning his cash because of me. We'll go celebrate tmr then.

My coursemates will definitely be out celebrating and getting drunk tonight. And I do feel a bit pathetic being home alone on such a night, but anyway, Dearie's the only person here I want to share my joy with, and knowing that I'll be having a good dinner with him tmr is enough to keep me happy.

I'm actually quite disappointed over something after calling home, but I won't blog abt it for personal reasons. I hope what Dearie said is true, that I am thinking too much abt it. Fuck it, anyway.

Paparazzi

Each time I open up my tracker in the blog, it pleases me to know that my friends are still around to read my blog, or rather take some time to see how I'm doing. Not that I'll really get hurt if they don't lah, but it's still nice to know that someone out there remembers your existence :)

And at times, I get random people going to my webby. That's not surprising since it's a non-private blog. I do know when some are there randomly/by mistake, but there is a foreign IP which, so surprisingly, comes from the same place where I'm studying. I'm really curious about this mysterious individual, because I have no idea how this person got my blog addy. Unless my memory fails me, I don't think I gave my blog address to anyone I know here, and neither is it put in Friendster. It probably is a random person who came in and decided to stay and read my blog to kill boredom, but that would be pretty surprising because there really isn't very much going on with my boring life here.

But if it isn't random, then it surprises me even more because this person actually made the effort to track me down on the Internet. I have very few friends here, and it's pretty easy to make a guess of who would bother to be this childish. And if my guess is right, I probably do know this person.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not chasing this mysterious person out of my blog. I'm just extremely touched about her concern, so much so that I really wish to ask her if I was that interesting a person that she decided to stay on and visit my blog. I would also be curious about how she managed to get my blog add. Was it by doing some google search? Or was it by some other secretive ways?

Maybe I was just being sensitive over an IP address. But sometimes, there are some people whom u see as a stranger (u can tell if I don't even acknowledge your presence by waving, smiling or talking to u..), yet this person still finds u so "interesting". Amazes me even more how some people who have already graduated from Uni for a good period of time and should be busy working, can still have the energy and time to be an unpaid part-time paparazzi.

Gosh...I am so flattered...I didn't know I became a celeb for dunno how long. :) I like the attention though, especially when I don't have to fork out a single cent for it.

P.S.: Christina, don't worry..I'm not talking about u :)

Fortunate, yet not realising it

I was reading the news online today, and the news about child slavery in China brick kilns stirred quite a lot of emotions in me.

I am enraged by the appalling cruelty of the kiln owners who didn't treat the children with humanity. I pitied these ill-fated children who have suffered silently for ages when they probably could be leading a normal childhood, going to school and playing with friends, like the other children in the cities. It pains me to learn about the burns and injuries on them, making me want to fly over and do something for them. I pitied the parents who have been desperately looking for them, and probably praying endlessly for their safe return. I pitied their desperation to the point that they had to send an online plea.

It is shocking to know how much of the world we're not aware of, whilst indulging in our favourite TV drama over a flat-screen TV, savouring our delicious bowl of laksa, showing off our latest and most high-tech mobile phone we've just bought to our friends, and sleeping comfortably on our spring/water mattresses. The lovely images we see over the Internet of blue waters and colourful flowers are all but the beautiful side of nature and the world, but we're often so preoccupied with the beauties of the world that we have neglected the ugly and atrocious side of society.

Whilst reading the heart-breaking articles, it hit hard upon me in reminder of my blessed life. No doubt my life is tough is its own ways, but it is definitely nothing compared to the hellish life of these children. I have parents, albeit far away, who prays conscientiously for my safety and wellbeing abroad. I have a boyfriend who dotes on me more and more as our relationship deepens. I have a little brother whom always seem to be detached from me, but he's there with his words of wisdom and shoulder when he knows I'm in a critical situation.

I have been living a blessed life so much so that I have taken so many things for granted, and I ought to feel guilty about it.

Again, I feel helpless about being stuck here in my room, not being able to do anything for the children. I wonder how they are now, and if there are any kind doctors and nurses around to nurse their physical wounds. At the same time, I wished I am not just a pathetic medical student, but someone in the medical field who can make a difference, no matter how slight, to those who are unable to have access to the medical treatment and facilities every human deserves. It is spurring me on and reminding me of my initial aim of doing Medicine, when I am feeling mentally fatigued and querying day and night if all my years of hardwork is worthwhile.

It's definitely too early to tell if it's worthwhile, but hopefully, it will be so in the years to come. I'll be waiting for that day (and I hope I won't be kept waiting too long for it...heheheehe).

Bigger packets of Indomee Mee Goreng please!!!!

As I'm typing this, I'm indulging in my miserable bowl of Indomee Mee Goreng. And as I was cooking it just now, I wondered why the portion is that miserable for a packet. Think about it, it's only enough for a snack, but not for a meal (unless it's meant for little kiddies). I can finish up the whole packet in 3 mouthfuls (yah lah yah lah..I know my mouth is huge that's why).

I often have to cook 2 packets (4-5 packets' my record) just to keep me satisfied for a while. I know it's got lots and lots of MSG in it, and Victor will nag at me for having such rubbish meals in addition to my terrible lack of sleep, but when u're too tired or having a lack of time to have a proper meal yet u're hungry, instant noodles is the solution no?

"Can cook something else what!"...yeah yeah..I know..but unfortunately, I hate to cook and I can't be bothered to spend ages cooking in the kitchen.

"But why?! Cooking is fun!"...this sentence gets on my nerves all the time. Honestly, I do agree that cooking CAN BE and IS fun PROVIDED you don't have wash all the dishes and clean up the entire kitchen (that includes scrubbing the stove and mopping the floor). Dread it when girls tell me they love cooking and I seriously hope to see what happens 10 years down the road when they have to cook everyday and clean up the entire kitchen each time after they finish cooking a meal..that's like what...twice a day for clean freaks (and it's highly encouraged in Singapore cos there are rats and cockroaches around to savour the leftovers when u can't be bothered to clean it).

Trust me manz, even people like my mum agrees that it's ultimate sianz when it comes to thinking about the menu for the day and especially washing the whole kitchen...and so does Granny..and so does many other housewives who have been cooking for years.

So girls, don't tell me u love cooking unless u have done those shit jobs everyday for half a year at least.

And yes, Indomee should make bigger packets of Mee Goreng. It's quite expensive for fans like me to eat several packets each time.

I shouldn't have...

I threw tantrums again because I am pissed off with revision. Pissed off about not having much of a life. Pissed off about why I'm doing this. Pissed off about why I had to make myself go through all this shit when I could have done something else and lead a simpler and easier life.

I guess the stress of exams are causing all this. I have been getting weird medical dreams. My mind doesn't even rest when I'm asleep! I dreamt of how to do interrupted suturing, colorectal cancer (even had barium enema xrays included), history taking etc etc.

I also lost the excitement about food, partly because I don't know what to have for meals. Dearie was kind enough to cook our dinner tonight, but I was horrid by giving a sulky face and telling him that I have no appetite. It must have hurt him, because he said "You don't have many chances left to eat the food I cook for you".

That hit me real hard. And that sentence is still haunting me now. Indeed, I don't have many chances left, and I am still grumbling and fussing like a bitch.