Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Week of Total Chaos
It has been a chaotic week. Lectures were overloading and dumb to boot. Had to study consistently to get that PSP that I want so much, with all that stupid bones and ligaments and joints and nerves... having fuckingly stupid lecturers making lame jokes and messing up notes only make it worse. Not to mention the fucking matchings had gone to hell and I'm still praying for it to come up again. And of course the haze, who can forget the haze!!! Then I heard someone describe me in a way I don't want to be described. Realising that you suck at many things is one thing, having to hear complains from your boyfriend and becoming broke in the aftermath of a fun evening did not make things any better.
Confused?
Yup, that's how it was, a week of total confusion.
Surprisingly it started out well enough... I was studying hard, like really studying.
Daniel: You damn kiasu...
Me: Richard's gonna give me a PSP if I get A.
Daniel: O...K... You have a very good boyfriend.
Me: Hehe...
Then it kinda got too much for me. I'm a typical lazy student... no matter how much I force myself, I can't fucking sit down to study 2 hours straight. I will stray... and my... I stray far... And it doesnt help with bad lectures.
There is this fucking idiotic lecturer that has been getting on everyone's nerve. First of all, he is an anatomist and we are in the Musculoskeleton system where anatomy is the most important. That means we see him almost everyday. And his lectures SUCK!!!! He doesn't know how to prepare notes, he has no sense of punctuations and capital letters.
Femoral nerve-runs down and laterally between Psoas Major & Iliacus muscle enters FEMORAL TRIANGLE of thigh behind INGUINAL LIGAMENT In abdomen supllies ILLIACUS. In femoral triangle supplies ALL 4 QUADRICEPS MUSCLE Vastus lateralis,vastus medialis,vastus intermedius, rectus femoris out of which-RECTUS FEMORIS IS ALSO FLEXOR OF HIP joint.
It runs like that for the whole A4 page, alternating between bold and not bold. You can't make no head or tail of it. Not to mention he campur everything thing together. He's supposed to only talk about the Lumbar Plexus, but he screws up by adding the blood supplies, the muscles, the ligaments... and practically everything under the sun. That fucking son of a bitch should just take some lessons before coming to teach here.
We received another lecture from a different lecturer about the arm and that lecturer made everything so simple and clear. We have this idiot anatomist to give the lecturer of the leg and he screws it up. FUCK!!
MSK is so tough and having idiot lecturers make it worse. Not to mention having to hear Richard complain about how tough it was and how much to study only serve to burden me more.
I give up.
That dumb projector seemed to be working up too... off by itself, either got problem or kena rasuk hantu.
And the question of the week (used by almost everyone in the batch)
"Where are you going?" (for PMS)
Oh, before any of my non-IMU passengers get confused, PMS is Partner Medical School, not Pre/Post Menstruating/Masturbating Syndrome. PMS is where we'll be going to after we 'graduate' from IMU Bukit Jalil.
As I was saying, everyone's eager to know how who's going where, and there are many secrets and rumors being spread around. So where am I going to go?
Staying back for BMedSc in IMU becos it was supposed to be a straight road to Queensland from there. And now they tell us that doing the BMedSc doesn't guarantee us a place at QU!! What the fuck!!! If the dean has told me that in my face, I would have punched him to the groun and stomp him flat!!! ARGH!!!!
But I flipped a coin, three in a row I got heads which mean TAKE THE BMEDSC!! I'm taking that as God's sign. And even if it is not God's sign, I'll still take that degree, knowing that God will provide a safety net if that plan fails. *hits chest* God, it's all up to you now!
Yee Leng came to visit on alternate days. And guess what she said.
"Elena, you have matured."
And I had a minor myocardium infarction.
Me, matured??? Well, I can't say so for myself. But people have told me that I am subdued, very different from my usual self.
Well, guess what?? I DON'T want to be matured. I like being my old self, playful, lazy, hyperactive... and well, immature!!! I don't want to grow up. I want to fly to NeverNever Land and stay there. Growing up means I have to bear responsibility, it means I cannot expect people to pamper me anymore. Sob... sob... I don't want to be matured, I want to stay a kid forever!!! Damnit, I DON'T want to grow up.
But anyway, no use ranting about it now. The week's over, now it's a new week... and hopefully not as bad as the previous week. At least there was a break in the routine, going off to Karaoke to celebrate my so-so-so-so belated birthday and Gongster's bday too. Dragged Richard, the Male Gongster, the Giant Dwarf, YeeP, Sheena and Grass along, and totally emptied my pocket.
But I had fun, singing and laughing at the dumb antics of the boys. We sang tons of songs. The guys were supposedly Gary Barlow as they sang, no SCREAM out of tune for almost every song, haha. I couldn't stop laughing for that whole night. The guys were like drunkards, except for of course Raj who sat at one corner, just singing softly to himself.
And when the girls sang, it was like the Heavenly choir, the sweetest angelic voices that ever graced the land. Hahaha... about to that extent la. And our favourite song seemed to be "At the Beginning" from Anastasia OST. We sang it twice!!! We even have a Karaoke for the birthday song, which the guys managed to sing out of tune too.
The song I will not forget is Superstar by Jamelia. It was the song that all the guys were screaming EH YOH EH YOH EH YOH!!! but can not sing the other words of that song. And Richard got addicted to Karaoke. At first he did refused to come, I managed to convince him to tag along and now he's an addict. SIGH!!!!
Anyway... that's a brief run thru of my frustrating week, and I'm also happy to report that the In-Flight Survey is finally over.
Here's the report:
Do girls masturbate?
Total no. of votes = 52
Total no. of YES = 33
Total no. of NO = 19
Of the 52 different females that read my blog over the past 2 months, 63% masturbates while 19% don't. Females that read my blog range from 15 years old to erm... maybe 30? So that is to say more that half of the female population masturbates even if they don't care to admit it.
So what have I learnt from the report?
1. I have passengers that masturbates. Big deal.
2. More than half of my passengers masturbates.
3. You can't judge my passengers from their external outlook.
4. I don't know how to write a report.
Okay... gonna go study again. ARGH!!!! Somebody help me!!!
Thanks to this beer hall, everyone is too sloshed to worry!
- Captain of the Thames, Xenogears
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