37 hrs

WAH KAOZ! Broke my own record liaoz. Been awake since 10:30am yesterday! Haiz....for wat also dunno...all that studying also never help me. I should have a module called 'Spotting Questions', will be 3000 more times more relevent for the future than most of the crap i cramming for now. Haiz...ok lar...sleep sleep liao lar. Try to sleep forever and ever..........

Smile!

Conversation i had with a coursemate after my 2nd paper.....

Coursemate: Hey mate! Went well?

MuN: Hey! No....not good at all.

Coursemate: Oh really? I saw you smiling when we got the paper.

MuN: Oh yar....hahah, well.....when u get well and truely fucked, all u can do is smile. :)

TWO MORE TO GO!!!

Depressing....

Today such a depressing day sia....raining...quite heavily. Got thunder and stuff, which is really rare in UK. Well, i not sad cos of the rain, but rain with thunder always reminds me of the tropical storms back home...and so..make me super homesick. Also damn irritated by studying, and thoughts about not graduating. Everyone tells me i will graduate, and that its impossible to fail. But like, i got papers on tues, thurs and the 1st. And i haven't even STARTED on tues paper. All i did in 3 days was to study ONE chapter of thurs paper. I dunno why but i always put studying off till super last minute lor. I can have all the time in the world to study, but will only start like wat...2 or 3 days b4 a paper....which is FUCKING ridiculous lor. I have to self-teach and memorise everything in 2 days. Somemore the 2 papers i doing next are 10 credit modules. So they are quite small, and not many things to cover.....and i KNOW i am underestimating them...but i just CANNOT bring myself to study!!!! I really dunno how Bert or Irene or other hardworking pple can study DAY IN DAY OUT everyday! I guess i not the studying type of person lar....well, i guess everyone knows this since i was a tiny boy. In secondary school, and A Levels, i had NO IDEA why pple can get stressed by practical exams. Or even NEED to STUDY for practical exams. My WHOLE LIFE, i never prepared/read or do anything for practicals. Just go in, do and come out, and i always get A's for them. (Let me hao lian lar! Its the only thing i good at....) I also took to the lab work in uni super fast, and most of the times, i did my stuff un-supervised, and had NO problems. I mean, dun talk acedemics, anything hands-on i learn damn fast. I guessed i learnt how to skate relatively quickly, and when i learn how to cook new dishes, u just show me once, i cook one more time in front of u..and DAZZIT i know liaoz. BUT STUDYING!! HAIZ>.....wat the fuck sia. I just cannot seem to figure out how to deal with studying lor. All that detail....boh liao facts and figures. Theories...... just blogging about studying makes me shack already lor! AND U KNOW WAT THE SAD THING IS?! Even if i do get my degree....i WILL study masters next time lor!! Why?! Cos armed only with a degree, i can only be a lab tech!!! And tell me! U got see a lab tech smile b4?! I NEVER LOR! LAb techs sucks, they basically doo everything that Dr's and Profs dun want to do. So after army, i have to go thru all this studying crap ONE MORE TIME! Haiz..but dun think so far lar...i still have to somehow graduate 1st.........

SIAN>.............

WASP!

Its 6:10am. Haven't slept....going to sleep soon. OK! No talk about my studying in this post. Went to toilet just now, and discovered that there is a FUCKING WASP IN THERE! I am DAMN afraid of flying insects with stings in their ass. I rather be in a room full of rottweilers. ANYTIME! And NO! I was not born with this innate fear of bees/wasp/hornets. I had a horrigible experience with bees when i was a cute little boy. So picture this. Cute innocent 11 yr old mun, minding his OWN business, sitting cross-legged in a balcony (my old house in Balmoral Park btw) admiring his wonderful fishies in his wonderfully decorated fish tanks. AND THAN! Suddenly, boy boy mun feels a FIREY STING on his arm. Tahaning the pain, he looked and DISCOVERED A FUCKING BEE STUCK IN HIS ARM!! AND ITS STILL MOVING ABOUT!!!!

Hmmmz....maybe its because of this bee that 'induced' me to start swearing when i was 12......

ANYWAYS.....Cute mun......seeing this LIVE BEE embedded in his arm, went BERSERK!! SCREAMING AND YELLING! MUN GOT UP AND RAN!!! SLAMMED the sliding doors and went looking for mommy or daddy. And u think its all over...NO! The VERY NEXT DAY. Not so innocent mun comes out of bed...walked to the living room....only to find my sisters staring at the sliding doors of the balcony. Did anyone of u watch a B-rated movie called Killer Bees or SOMETHING like that? Anyways.......this was EXACTLY LIKE THAT! Bees practically COVERED half of the sliding doors! And they on my fish tanks...and this artificial plant in the balcony. THERE WERE TENS OF THOUSANDS OF WINGED DEVILS!! Its like THEY WERE ALL WAITING FOR ME!!!!!! Mummy and daddy called the pest pple to come...and they took TWO DAYS to get rid of the fucking things! Traumatising right?! Wah kaoz....so scary.

SO yes...back to this wasp. It is BIG...not HUGE. BUt significantly scary. AND i REALLY had to pee. For about 10 seconds...i was debating whether i should pee in my garden. I mean, cats have been fucking shitting in my garden all the way liaoz. It already stinks! So....wat's the harm? BUt HAIZ>.......my garden so open, and knowing how dao mey i have been lately, i dun want to risk showing my kuku to the world. AND SO! I went to the toilet....kept BOTH eyes on the wasp, used my gift of agar-ation to aim, and had the MOST NERVOUS PEE IN MY LIFE!!! AND YOU would THINK that being nervous or scard makes the pee go quicker...NO LOR! Kanninah! Just see the yellow abdomen of the wasp.....NOTHING WORKED! BUt LUCKY....after much persuasion, i did wat i had to do and RAN AWAY! And yes...i had to go down and wash my hands in the kitchen.

BUT!! Lucky lucky lucky....my sleeping times are SO different to Andrew's and Karen's. I'm going to sleep in about an hours time, and that's when Karen gets up! I left notes on the toilet door to warn Karen about the BEAST inside. Later she blur blur go in than.....goodness....either the wasp or her will die. SO NOW! My plan is to SLEEP until 1pm, and hopefully BRAVE YANDAO Andrew would have woken up, gone to the toilet, dealt with the creature from hell, and when i wake up, i can shit, shower and pee in peace! :) CAll me a selfish coward?! EH! ITS NOT MY PROBLEM! Barely 2 weeks ago, i told Andrew and Karen its so hot, but i dun dare open the windows cos i dun want scary things to fly in, and they gave me the 'Y the fuck u so stupid?! Stop being so ridiculous!' LOOK!!! Saying the windows can't even be opened fully lor...the most also be left ajared. How can things fly in?!??! I said...'SO?!?!?' i had to BATTLE a HUGE BEE in nixon court FOR 20 MINUTES (which involved a vaccuum cleaner, LONG wooden pole, a Times magazine and a tennis racket.) 2 yrs back cos the fucking thing SOMEHOW FLEW IN through my window THAT WAS LEFT AJAR!!! BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! They SIMPLY dun want to listen!! LEFT THE DAMN WINDOW AJAR! LET that fucking chee bye of a wasp waltz in. OK! Not my problem! I will go dream of dear Elva while they get rid of that eeeyeer thing.

GOOD MORNING AND GOOD LUCK ANDREW AND KAREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Running out of oil

I tell u...its A BATTLE TO FUCKING STUDY! And when i FINALLY got into the groove of studying...i FELL FUCKING ILL! And so i spent most of yesterday SLEEPING. At least the sleeping worked lar.....dreaming of Elva while popping panadol made me feel all recovered today. So now...i am an amazing 3 days behind schedule! WOW! And my 1st paper in next tues! And NO! I haven't finsished studying for any paper...and yes! that means that if i sit for any paper RIGHT NOW...i will have a 100% chance of FAILING. Well....to be fair, i DID touch 2 modules liaoz. Just need to memorise, but its the case of touch a bit here and a bit there...which really means NOTHING! AND ALL I CAN THINK OF IS I WANT TO WATCH KINGDON OF HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its like EVERYTHING is against me!! And that just PISS ME OFF! COs i can't focus my anger on ANYTHING! And a few days ago, i was planning my trip to Amsterdam and Vienna...CHAO CHEE BYE!!!!! I dun want to elaborate...cos i going to sleep soon, and i can't sleep while being fucking angry.
Goals set! Finish Virology tmr....finish Human Genetics Wed. Finish Mutagenesis Sun. Revise Human Genetics until the paper on tues. Than revise virology for thurs....and Evolutionary genetics on......zZzZZZZzZZzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Arman

Googled my name to see wat happens. And i got stuff like....

About the name Arman:
Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children themselves, they had adopted a little common snail, which they brought up as their own; but the little one would not grow, for he was of a common family;but the old ones, especially Mother Arman, thought they could observe how he increased in size.

Modified text originally written by Hans Christian Andersen.

HAR?! HAR??????????

Also, the most famous Arman...is surprise surprise....a CHEE BYE AMERICAN!!!! Times like this TELLS me that THERE IS A GOD!! And that god LOVES PICKING ON ME! Basket.....

French-born American sculptor and printmaker, widely considered as one of the leading exponents of NOUVEAU REALISME. Born in Nice, France, the artist initially studied at the ECOLE DES ARTS DECORATIFS and the ECOLE DU LOUVRE. Along with his renowned artist-friend, YVES KLEIN, Arman was greatly influenced by Japanese art and culture, particularly the philosophy of Zen Buddhism. He is best known for his large ASSEMBLAGES, that used junk materials, such as Long Term Parking (Cartier Museum, 1982), a gigantic sculpture, encompassing 60 automobiles embedded in cement. (what the fuck comes to mind...)

Also found that "Arman" means: Impenetrable fortress. OOOH! Finally! Not so malu-ating afterall.

Stereotypes

I hate it when pple think they know me so well. Esp when they say exclaim stuff like 'Oh! He does not like blah blah blah....or He not that sort of person....' to other pple IN FRONT OF ME!!! My elder sis is ONE person who does this....i really dun mind pple saying wat i am like, if THEY GET THE DAMN FACTS RIGHT! Anyways...if u know u know me so well....y the hell must u say stuff like that?! I know bern for 16 YEARS liao...and i CANNOT remember anytime that he EXCLAIM his knowledge of me. I think i find this thing so irritating cos i feel pple are trying to stereotype me. I'm sure there's TONS of pple saying 'MuN is kantang' 'MuN is spoilt rich man's son' blah blah blah behind my back....WHICH I ALSO DO! I have to say...i have this bad habit of judging pple too early, and sterotyping them DAMN fast. But that's for pple i just met lor.....cos i've been SUPER anti-social and generally turned into a big bastard over the last few years...and i come to a point in my life where i got a close knit groups of friends....and so if i meet someone slightly 'off', i can just identify, classify and ignore them ASAP. ANd so, if pple decide to stereotype me as a rich, spoilt kantang...FINE! Go ahead....i probably already classified them as 'fugly smelly chao chee byes' already! But its when FRIENDS try to classify me. I mean COME ON! Even I sometimes find out something new about bern, sotong, thane and even my sisters! So if ANY of u find urself trying to 'classify' ur friends...PLEASE STOP! U can only classify pple u DUN KNOW! Cos u can ignore contradicting facts........like this guy i dun like. I promptly classified him as a fucker, and someone told me that he does charity work thingy or something and he'll go to heaven. WELL....SINCE i DUN KNOW him well...i can ignore that fact and call him a fucker! I got this theory that friends say this sort of cock things to get closer to u or that they really like u or something (ego inflating, disillution growing). But make sense wat....cos i realized that pple who 'exclaim their understanding of me' tend to know me for 2 or 3 yrs only. Which is the 'I know some of ur dirty secrets' stage of friendship, and is quite a grey area of the friendship spectrum.

Makes sense? I'm sure it does not make sense to Dexter...cos DEXTER IS DIFFICULT! HAHHAHAHAHAH!

Oh...the study side of life is still FUCKING HORRIGIBLE! I am dunno HOW many days behind schedule.....i know lar...but i dun want to say...cos i dun want to remind myself how fucked up i am. I basically did ONE SUB-topic. Which is about 1 page worth of a textbook. OH YES! ONE MORE THING!!! THE NEXT CHEE BYE THAT TELLS ME TO LIGHTEN UP COS I WILL OR HE IS 'SUFFERING' IN NS WILL HAVE THE PRIVILAGE OF HAVING A BRAND NEW ASSHOLE!!!! And i SWEAR! I WILL CARVE IT OUT WITH A RUSTY BREAD KNIFE!!!!

Tired....

Haiz....so tired. SO fed up. This exam time has been super tough for me lor.....VERY hard to concentrate...... I really have this disgusting habit of doing stuff all the way...and at the last minute..just got bored and sick and tired of it. I KNOW! This my LAST set of exams.....i have got LITTLE time..but if i REALLY just chiong, i WILL pass! No 2.1 or anything...but i'll graduate. BUT HAIZ>.....can't stop thinking of home......so tired, running on Red Bull. I'm angry with myself, with my studying attitude 24hrs a day.....and that's just wearing me out. Difficulty sleeping....difficulty waking up. 2 days behind schedule. Supposed to finish one module yesterday...but its still not finished NOW lor...am SO SICK AND FUCKING TIRED of that module...so i'm going to jump to another one. Hopefully it'll make a difference. Haiz......as i always tell myself...watever happens...better do something than to do nothing.

Read Angela's blog.......and goodness.....

"exam time is a good time to observe ppl, if u realise it.Ppl who tend to be cheerful during sch days would b super stressed and worried during this period. Coz they had missed lectures, missed tutorials and dun understand a single thing on tat wordy lecture note."

I AM THAT PPLE!!!! Haiz...and i got 13 days till my 1st PAPER!!!!

I dun need luck....I NEED A FUCKING MIRACLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!