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Lightsaber duel with Jabba du Hutt

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:22:07 GMT

And doth, the knight did unsheathe his lightsaber, which doth taketh the form of a coat hanger, and yea, he was wroth and did shouteth, "Die thee this day, oh thee great wurm thou!"

Lo and beholde!

The gallant knight did smote the great wurm of Tatooine thrice on the ass. And thus conquered was Jabba du Hutt, which did knoweth the great deed did the hero doth. With its dying breath, the great wurm did saith, "Curseth thee, gallant knight! Curseth thou and thine!"

And with a great sigh, the great wurm did die and off it did slithered across the corridor towards the great door into the sun, towards the class that was known as the internal diseases.

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You know what, with the population of the blogosphere being 50% emo and 50% camwhore, I get the urge of posting thousands of pictures in a post with as little real content as possible but then again, I'm not that much of a bimbo yet. I'm just a bimbo-in-training. Oh well.

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Things to do when I become a succesful doctor:
1] Pee on Linchenko's, my 3rd year 2nd Sem surgery teacher, grave
2] Dance on Linchenko's grave [Though I might do this first for fear my shoes would get wet]
3] Discover a new method of instrumental examination so that the bearded bastard on Radiology would have to learn about it and laugh in his face when he can't do it.
4] If I do become an ObGyn, I'll go to today's lecturer and ask her how many other in my batch followed the calling, wtf, she said only a maximum of 5 will become ObGyns in a batch.
5] Say thanks to the Internal Medicine Head of Department because her words [You don't need to be a genius to be a doctor, you just have to know how to think] enabled me to be a doctor.

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So, last Sunday, they had the official raya celebration in the Hiroshima Hostel. So, like, all the Malays are supposed to come at 10 and the non-Malays at 2. So, like, I was one of the first few non-hostel residents who arrived. So, like, I realize I don't have so many Malay friends, wtf. Next year I'm coming at 2.

Pictures!

Bunch of juniors I don't know stuck on trash bags disposal duty - notice the blue plastic bag

The closest I'm allowed to be near... umm... traditional Malay girls

Non-traditional Malays, I think I can get closer but that time the non-Malays haven't arrived and we three are not exactly on the prestigious Malay list

Konon-konon cute pic with Shahira

How I prefer my pictures to be taken with friends. Actually on the last pic, I got a "Hey! Jaga sikit tu!" Oh well. As an answer, I proceeded on with an attempt to kiss her on the cheek. Oh, Jebediah, I do love annoying people.

Jin May. It's kinda sad that we're the last two of The Family remaining.

Haih... if only we were naked and the twins were girls and blondes with big hooters.

Unsuccesful half-assed attempt to gather all Russian mediums to take pic together. You see, every class group were taking group pics and laughing at me and saying haha russian medium don't have group picture! Well I showed them. And the guy behind capab only wtf.

Best dressed guy there. Funny thing: he's not Malaysian, he's not Arab, he's not even Muslim and he still did much more effort than half of the malays there.

The crazy fucks in my batch! Oh yeah!

The more Einstein-y my hair gets, the later it was in the day. So, there.

When I went through the pics I found a lot of a one-on-one pics of me with a different girl each time. Wtf I'm quite the slut. wtf.

Declaration

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:04:56 GMT

I hereby do declare that Melaka is no more a state of Malaysia [refer to the previous post].

The 14th state of Malaysia is now awarded to Subang Jaya. Please be noted and make the necessary changes in your head.

...

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:57:13 GMT

According to the Russian version of the 100 People, who Changed the World, when the members of the Beatles - who practically revolutionized music, introduced British music scene to the entire world and being a no-contest awesomeness personified - were ordained as Members of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, 8063 other MBEs returned their medals in disgust.

John Lennon, the most quotable Beatles, retorted by saying, "Lots of people who complained about us receiving the MBE received theirs for heroism in the war�for killing people. We received ours for entertaining other people. I'd say we deserve ours more."

Oh well, Brits and their bluebloods and whatnot.

But what do you do when Datuk-ship is awarded to:

For those who have trouble recognizing who's this poor fuck... That's your motherfucking SRK. Yes, Azza, rejoice, Shahrukh Khan got his Datukship. It's fucking Datuk Shahrukh Khan now.

You know how Malays have always been stereotyped as self-degrading and idiotic in their behavior and actions [Thanks to the ruling party, of course], hell, I didn't know we could get any lower but wtf. We degraded ourself to oblivion and then summore.

And why, we might ask, is he getting datukship? Has he done anything for the country? Or, at least, for the state that's awarding him with the title, Melaka? Maybe like the Beatles, he's getting it because he 'entertains' people - which doesn't make sense because his acting is like a puppet in a puppet theater, his singing is actually sung by other uglier Indians and his dance moves... well... dude... Plus, if that's the case, India should award him with the Tosai Medal or Sacred Ordinance of the Curry Society medal. Not Melaka.

Utusan Malaysia enlightened me with the real reason. Apparently, the well known actor is receiving the Darjah Mulia Seri Melaka on the occasion of the Melaka Yang Dipertua Tun Muhammad Khalil Ya'akob's 70th birthday.

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... [This doesn't even deserve a what the fuck]

No wonder Melaka so easily fell to Portuguese, Dutch AND British Empires. I'm sorry if there's any Malaccan readers out there but I think there's too many inbreeding within the then Sultanate and now Dipertua line. I mean, how else could you achieve mental retardation of this level?

Oh shit, tomorrow I must discuss this with my Indian classmates.

Goth = Emo?

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 19:41:55 GMT

Goth girls are hot. Really, there's few things I find sexier than a hot goth chick. And no, not your average Malay Goths but Goths of any race as long as they're as white as kain kapan. The duality of black and white, you know? The innocence of white and the sexiness of black; the openness and the mystery and so on.

Then a few short years ago, emos start to pollute the goth style with their omg, people hate me, omg i suffer so much, omg i worship satan and only satan.

I wanted to post a picture of a hot goth girl but nope nope nope, i can find only x-rated ones. Naughty google!

This is the song for Gothic emos:

Come let's sing:

Ryan Summers of the LICD.com

Think you've got it real bad?
Always acting so sad,
Bitching and complaining to all

I hear you cry yourself to sleep
With all the other sheep,
I feel awfully bad for you
With everything that you have been through

And then I think:

You're just a shit
You're a teen and caucasian
You're just a shit
Not of the gay persuasion
No one in your family was brought here by slave ship
So who's been persecuting you?
You're white.

You should meet my buddy Jack
Who's off fighting in Iraq
Dodging mortars and RPGs
Or I could tell you about his dad, who,
While in Dien Bien Phu,
Lost his leg and part of his gnads.
But I'm sure he's sympathetic to you

And he would say:

You're just a shit
Your dad bought you a hummer
You're just a shit
I almost died in the summer
I've lived in a foxhole
With rats, mice, and fleas while
Gangrene had a party with me.

Starving kids in Africa all sharing a rice grain
Set up a charity for you
You with your iPod, MySpace and cellphone
Tell me again
About the time you got a splinter

You're just a shit
With your big house and big dog
You're just a shit
Now log off of your damn blog
Take off your makeup, and take out both your tampons
Get up off your ass and you'll see...

Get a job you lazy new-age Simple Plan listening emo hippie.

Things I learnt from TV about teenagers

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:02:01 GMT

1] All teenagers are rebel scum. Every single one of them. All of them are bastards who either unbelievably understanding or intolerable assholes who will get into problem with authorative figures.

2] Sex solves EVERYTHING. You killed my mother? We argue, there might be gun-waving action, then we have sex and it's all good.

3] Safe sex is good but virginity is bad. Out of three teenagers on television, six of them had sex before; probably 2 of them got pregnant. Oh, and there's virtually no abortion on TV. Every teenager will want to keep their love child.

4] The jocks are ALWAYS jocks. The nerds are always nerds. Seriously, I've never seen this in real life. Do 100% jocks/nerds exist? There's virtually no racial stereotype on tv but school hierachy stereotype is always there

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I had such a pms-y 2, 3 days. Damn hormonal imbalance.

A friend advised me to get a toyboy. Thanks, friend.

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Volgograd finally got its own Shopping Mall. I mean a real one, not like Park House or Diamant. Yugos is cool wtf

I miss you

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 20:23:54 GMT

"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

Highlight

Least I could Do

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 19:26:33 GMT

This is offensive as hell but screw it.

Happy Raya to all.

The live of a medical student

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 14:09:35 GMT

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.

Politics in Malaysia

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:31:50 GMT

You know what I really feel about the political situation in Malaysia? You know with people leaving BN and UMNO calling Chinese pendatang and Anwar sodomizing just about anything with two buttcheeks; with Malay commoners trying to reason out and saying they're not all racists while lampooning for Ketuanan and Chinese rakyat being all racist by focusing on the racist issues without helpful comments and efforts; with the fear of the economy plunging and the CIA fucking up our country?

Nah.
Picture by XxPANTERAxX

One picture really does paint a thousand words.

Quotes

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 17:35:14 GMT

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.""

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