"You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead."

I miss you

I miss the way you laugh

I miss you

I miss the way you pull that fake shy look

I love you

The way you scold when you get annoyed

I miss you

And how you unwittingly made dirty references

Oh, who can forget the Spiderman incident?

I miss the awkward silence when we're alone

I miss you

Or the times I try to squirm away from those moments

I miss you

And the advices you gave me

I love you

Oh how I miss those times you wittingfully made those dirty references

I miss your voice

I miss your scent

I miss your sense of style

I miss you

Why can't I stop missing you?

Funny thing is I don't want to stop missing you

You're supposed to be here

You're supposed to keep us together

I miss you

It hurts sometimes

Love you

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This is offensive as hell but screw it.


Happy Raya to all.

Students of the noble art of Medicine are all a very serious lot. Yeap, we study 25 hours a day, joke only in medical lingo and are more serious than the rock. Hell, see these pictures:


Peekaboo obstetrics style.



Ono and Lennon: the early years.



Best shisha flavor.



OMGary! You can totally see her boobs!

Things we hear in lecture:

Normal Physiology - "A mother should be able to breastfeed her child until the child is at least 6 months old. Any lesser is the fault of the father." Wait a moment. Now, you get it.

Neurology - "V Russkoi paslovitse: Doveryayu no Povrerayu. Da, Doveryayu no Nadevayus'" Funny in russian: In Russian peribahasa: I believe but I'll check. Yes, I believe but I'm putting my clothes back on."

Surgical diseases -
There's this one man who came to a doctor and said, "Doctor, doctor, I want to be pregnant."
"Why?"
"I want to feel how pregnant women feel like."
"But you're a man!"
"What kind of a doctor are you?"
"I'll refer you to my friend the surgeon."
After 3-4 months, the doctor met the man. The man now has a big tummy.
"Doctor, doctor. You see, I'm now pregnant. I feel nauseous in the morning, I throw up."
The doctor called his friend the surgeon. "Surgeon what did you do? How did you make the man pregnant?"
"Well, I am a surgeon. I simply sewed shut his asshole."

Wtf.

Great stuff:

The Roman:
I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.
I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.
I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.
With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.
Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.
Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.
I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.
Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.

[Paraphrasing] A man knocked on the door of the Beloved. A voice asked, "Who's there?"
"It is I."
"Go away."
The man wandered for a year and realized his mistake. He returned to the door. Again a voice asked, "Who's there?"
"It is You."
"Come in. There is no room for two."

The Fourth:
O God! If I worship You for fear of Hell, burn me in Hell,
and if I worship You in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise.
But if I worship You for Your Own sake,
grudge me not Your everlasting Beauty


The Kharaqanian:
What if there were neither the Hell nor the Heaven. So that we could see the real devout person.

The Cotton-Carder:
I am God.

Legend says that at the night of the Cotton-Carder's execution, one of his judges dreamt seeing the Cotton-Carder on a throne in heaven.
"How can this be? The Pharaoh said, 'I am God' and he burns in Hell. The Cotton-Carder said, 'I am God.' and he dines in Heaven."
A voice answered him, "When the Pharaoh said, "I am God." he forgot about Me and thought of only himself. When the Cotton-Carder said, "I am God." he forgot about himself and thought only of Me."
The Roman explains, ""People imagine that it is a presumptive claim, whereas it is really a presumptive claim to say "I am the slave of God"; and "I am God" is an expression of great humility. The man who says "I am the slave of God" affirms two existences, his own and God's, but he that says "I am God" has made himself non-existent and has given himself up and says "I am God", that is, "I am naught, He is all; there is no being but God's." This is the extreme of humility and self-abasement.""

Wanna see my new photo? Brace yourself.




































Yes ladies, that IS a douche bag. I AM a douche bag. I mean, just read my last few entries. I have reverted to one of the kind of people I hate most: Bloggers who crap about stuff like that. No more hateful entries thinly veiled. No more deep thoughts and my philosophical stance on real issues. No more angsty shortly-thought posts that get me into trouble with people.

Hell, I posted Dadagiri!

The official reason I stated was my muse was gone. Hell, no. I know that if I start to write something, as Lennon aptly put it, words would be flowing out like an endless rain into a paper cup.

Like this entry for instance, I started with just a single sentence in my mind: I am a douchebag. I wasn't even sure where I was going to lead the sentence to. See how many words I got till now?

The truth is there's a few reasons, which I have to shamefully admit I've succumbed to. The first being two losses in my family. Well, technically one but another is as good as lost, methinks. I do not think I could cope with the false sympathy the people I know would give me.

I mean, how many times have you said, "Oh, gee, I'm sorry to hear that." and actually mean it? No, seriously. Not in the it-sucks-to-be-you or I'm-your-friend-therefore-I-HAVE-to-stand-by-you kind of meaning it, but really, you too feel the sadness, the lump in your heart, the sinking feeling.

And it sickens me to hear people say, "Are you okay?" I mean, dooooooooooooooode! What a stupid thing to say.

Secondly, this is the shameful part, a friend of mine who is working at one of the leading ISPs in Malaysia told me that the shit-ass malay-powered government is actually employing people to read blogs everyday. To find 'seditious' remarks about the government and so on. And you know how in Malaysia, saying that the air is dirty can be considered as seditious, right? Linkage: Dirty air => No preventive measures => Government not doing anything => Government is Malay-dominated, at least the part of Government that matters, anyway => Malays should die.

Heyo presto change-o I just incited racial riots. No, of course, this is an exaggeration - I really know some super blur people - but then again, see the bloggers and politicians the ISA is manhandling now and what do they write about?

Consciously, I was not afraid or even concerned with the information but I think subconsciouly it affected me to a biblical proportion. I mean, when was the last time I talk about these kinds of things?

I hope with this entry, I shall be reformed.

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Oh shit I totally forgot how to change the position of the profile section. Oh well. And the default font color too. Crap.