Sent home to be with the Lord.

Note: The following post contains pictures that may be disturbing to some people. Read it under your own risk.



I mentioned in my last post about the biomedical workshop that Benny and I had attended. And I promised to put up the pictures. So yeah, meet Maximillion, the rat.

I think he's adorable. Although I was quite scared to even touch him in the beginning.

Benny and Max. We thought he was a girl at first. Max, not Benny. Then, we found his ....

Waiting to be disected. Such an obedient rat. Okay fine, he was subconscious.


Benny shaved off some of its fur and I started to disect it. And I accidentally, you know, pulled out the guts ( that green thing in the picture ). It was an accident! Really. And then I accidentally punctured the guts too and the shit oozed out. And Benny started to scold me cause of the smell. But it was an accident! I swear!

And then, we found its kidney and started looking for the heart.

Poor Maximillion. Benny and I were just too curious. Sigh.

You live and you burn.

I have severe bacterial conjunctivitis. Yes, don't come near me. My eyes constantly hurt and are constantly red and are constantly watering and people are constantly asking me if I'm crying.



So you see, I can't wear contact lenses for a week which means I have to wear glasses. And I usually only use my glasses during classes, so, when I'm walking around college, I'm half blind. Wait, make it three-quarters blind.



And some people come up to me saying, "Eh, you damn stuck up ah. I say hi also, you pretend don't know ni."



The truth is, I'm actually squinting at everything and everybody I see trying to figure out shapes and sizes and colour. Mind you, I can't even differentiate the opposite sex without the aid of my glasses.



So, if you see me in college, try putting up your hands and wave them wildly in my direction screaming my name out loud. And if I still don't response, then I'm really sorry, okay?



Apart from me being blind, life is pretty much fucked up right now. The trials are coming and I'm still chilling and I know I'm going to freak out at the last minute but I still can't be bothered just yet and here I am, blogging at Starbucks when I'm supposed to be studying.



Oh and I'm supposed to blog about the workshop Benny and I went to last week. We disected a rat and I accidentally punctured the rat's gut and all its shit squeezed out and the whole lab started to stink. But it was fun though. Will post up the pictures and explain in detail soon.



I'm having a headache now by the way. Caffeine overdose, I should think. Stupid trials.



P.S- Alkaline Trio's Burn rock.

P.P.S- Happy 18th birthday, Aravind! Hope you get a hot girlfriend soon.

The old man just got older.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Benny. He wasn't actually a boy, he was an old man. But as we all know, old men live in denial. So Benny thinks he's a young boy. He became 81 years old today but he believes he just reached 18.

HAPPY 81ST BIRTHDAY OLD MAN!

Happy birthday QQ boy. This post is specially for you. Now you owe me a Subway sandwich.

It could be (a), (b) or (c).

1. I didn't have time to update my blog because:


(a) I had fun during the holidays.

(b) I was lazy.

(c) All of the above.



2. During the holidays:


(a) I met up with friends.

(b) Spent one hour maximum trying to read up on chemistry.

(c) All of the above.



3. I came back one day earlier from JB because:


(a) I thought my apartment would be a more conducive place to study.

(b) I guess it's more inspiring to blog here than to study.

(c) All of the above.



4. On my way back here:


(a) I had to endure six hours of controlling my bladder.

(b) I got drenched in rain and I'm having a fucking migraine now.

(c) All of the above.



5. Right now:


(a) I could throw a chicken on Benny's face.

(b) I could use some nice coffee.

(c) All of the above.



6. If you ask why I could throw a chicken on Benny's face:


(a) I don't like the chicken.

(b) Benny was a naughty naughty boy.

(c) All of the above.



And, ladies and gentlemen, if you had picked the answer (c) for every question above, you're absolutely right!


*Claps*



And here's explanation for question number 6:


тнαяαиι says:
heyy

тнαяαиι says:
how was the holidays?

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
apa lu mau

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
sangat stress la

тнαяαиι says:
oops sorry

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
ingat boleh rehat

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
ibubapa pergi bercuti

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya di rumah sibuk masak, cuci baju, cuci tempat anjing

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
pungut tahi anjing

тнαяαиι says:
poor thing

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya perlu pigi lipat baju saya

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
bye bye

тнαяαиι says:
have fun

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya hanya on9 untuk lihat e-mel

тнαяαиι says:
sorry la

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
itu bukan fun

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
itu susah

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
mau study pun tak boleh

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya ambil itu ct3 chem

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
satu perkara saya pun tak tau

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
sudah mati lo

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
saya mau bye bye

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
bye bye

тнαяαиι says:
bye

[{(Ben~Jam~In)}] Leong says:
cakap dgn u pada hari isnin



Grrrrr. Geramnya.

It's ih-RAHN-ean lah.

I feel like I just got a TER of 99.9.



According to Charles Harrington Elster, who is probably America’s foremost pronunciation expert, in a brand-new edition of his “Big Book of Beastly Mispronunciations,” he mentions, “I recommend ih-RAHN-ean for a global usage, but ih-RAYN-ean could be acceptable in certain societies."



See. See. See. Ih-RAHN-ean for a GLOBAL usage. I knew I was right.



I know you're not wrong either but we speak GLOBAL man. GLOBAL.



For those who think I've gone nuts, I had this argument with someone on the way to pronounce Iranian. Well, it wasn't exactly an argument.



Me : There's is hot Ih-RAHN-ean guy at college called Peter.

Him : It's Ih-RAYN-ean not Ih-RAHN-ean lah.

Me : (too interested in the hot guy to bother) Alah. Whatever. He's damn hot la, wei.



But my dear, although I seemed like I didn't care about it then, I'm too much a perfectionist to let it go just like that.



And now, I feel like a fucking millionaire cause I was right, or at least, more right than you were.



I'm soo going to get myself a Caramel Frap from Starbucks to celebrate.

Sing me a lullaby.

Iknowthisisextremelyrandombutjustshutupandreadlah.



- I cooked yesterday with Sherene and our meatball spaghetti turned out quite good for first timers.


- I have food poisoning. I wonder what caused it. What's the last thing I ate again? Meatball spaghe.. No, wait. Can't be.


- I attempted to read Physics at Starbucks yesterday. Oh the perfections of coffee.


- I love the colour of my new contact lenses but no one seems to notice it. Oh bother.


- I think the haze is killing me. First, my visions are getting blur. Then, I'm stopping to catch breath very frequently. I think I might die in college.


- I feel like eating chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream with peanut butter.


- I just fucking realised that Rio de Janeiro is in Brazil. Wtf? How come no one has ever told me that? I feel like I've been cheated my whole life.


- I've always, always wanted to make out on a piano. Damn.


- I bought this absolutely gorgeous looking purse. I've never been more proud of myself.


- I need someone to tell me how is the correct way to pronounce Iranian.


- I was just ranting to my friend on msn for five sodding minutes till I finally realised that I was actually talking to myself.


- Some taxi drivers should be kicked in the southern region.


- I've got Physics common test on Tuesday.


- I feel like sleeping.


- But I need to study Physics.


- Tomorrow la.


- Yawn.


- Night.



I'msorryfortherandomnessofthispost.

Can you rise to the occasion?

Yesterday was that time where seventeen years ago, a woman was in a constant state of pain because of an annoyingly overactive foetus who couldn't wait to get out. Then at around 10.20 p.m of the 25th of July 1991, the baby squeezed her way out.



And the kid was to be named Tharani Naidu.



25 07 2008 Friday



Sigh. I wasn't really looking forward to this day but of course you know, once in while, you realise that it's your birthday coming and you get a teeny weeny rush of excitement? I did feel that way. And every year the monotony of the day freaks me out, this year I was hoping for something different, for it being my first college year and the first time being away from home.




You try not to think about how the day will turn out.


Focus. Focus. Focus.


Homeostatic control mechanisms are self regulating ones that involve negative feedback.


Remember. Remember. Remember.


But somehow, your mind keeps drifting away and you start thinking about your birthday.


No. No. No.


Bio test on Monday. Focus.


You fail. Your mind drifts away again and you forget about the impending bio test.




At sharp 12 a.m, Sherene wished me. Then, messages came in wishing me a great birthday and a great day ahead and a wonderful year of surprises. Sigh. The bullock this people come up with. But then again, thanks for remembering and I'm glad I was of some importance to these people.




Now, get back to studying, you tell yourself.


But, no, your mind just does not seem to work.


Why? Why?


Shit.


You fight sleep in order to swallow a lymphatic system.


Shit.


You fall into a deep sleep.


Like every other day, you wake up on your birthday like it's just another day.


You randomly pick your clothes and get ready for college.


Monotony. Monotony. Monotony.


You reach on time to class.


Friends wish you. Some don't.


Predictable. Very predictable. Just too predictable.




First period was english. And Sha-maine told Dr.Santa that it was my birthday. Class went on as usual and towards the end of it, Dr Santa asked the class to sing me the birthday song. Now, that was something different. Something I never thought would happen. I was really touched. She doesn't hate me that much after all.




One hour ago, you knew you were going to eat the next hour.


You walk with a bunch of classmates for brunch.


Sigh. A routine choreographed for months.




Sha-maine, Benny, Phui Yan and I went to Subway and I had the usual sandwich. I just don't know why I order the same thing everytime. Just like when I'm in Starbucks. It's always the caramel frap. Don't ask me why. And yes, so we ate and took pictures and talked about Planck's Constant and laughed and had lots of fun. And then we headed down to Starbucks where they got me a slice of chocolate banana pie. Yum. And stupid Benny forced me to eat the cake all by myself and he refused to even take a bite. (Wait, Benny, just wait, on your birthday, I'll make you swallow the sodium thiosulphate solution.)




Then the day goes by, as usual again.


Bio lesson goes on.


As usual, you don't listen to a thing.


Blah. Blah. Blah.




Another break arrives and the four of us again went up to the library to a discussion room and we about to hit the sack there when Phui Yan got a phone call. She and Sha-maine had Physics extra class and so Benny and I were left at the library. So we decided to use the computers and we played a stupid game called the mash game. You know the one where you list down your crushes and cars and places you want to go and calculate and you'll find out which one of your crushes you end up marrying, which car you drive and where you end up staying? Yes, we played the online version of it. Benny would marry Sydney girl but end up as a beggar. Sha-maine would marry pores and drive a duck shit green Ferrari. And well, I had everything good. I will marry him, have 4 kids, drive a red Ferrari, live in Rome and become a doctor. Score, birthdays do bring good luck after all.




Sigh. Classes commence again.


Bo-ring.


Physics. Followed by Chemistry and then Maths.


Blah. Blah. Blah.


You never listen, I wonder how you get away with it.


Somehow you hope there will be a surprise party planned out for you.


But what crap. Who has the time to think for someone else?


Not that you liked surprise parties in the first place.




I reached home after school. Studied bio and was glad that my birthday was just another day. I had instant noodles for dinner just like how I planned I would weeks ago. Declined invitations and was happily slurping Maggi mee.




Time flies. The day just started right?


No, you realise that it's time to go to bed already.


You curl up in bed reading Jane Eyre eating the dark chocolates he bought you while listening to Amaranth repeatedly.


Nice. Nice. Nice.


The day is going to end. Your birthday is going to end.


Sigh. The hype about birthdays.


They turn out to be nothing.


And you realise that you're seventeen.


Just like you expected you would, yesterday.





But I really did enjoy my birthday. Guys, I love the bag. It's fabulous. It's completes me, you know. And I had loads of fun, even the pre-birthday dinner at Kim Gary. Everything was wonderful. I feel like writing a speech to thank everyone for everything. Thank you. Thank you. You know I love you all. Although if the sky falls, I'd save myself first. And no, I'm not kidding.



For those of you who didn't wish me, pay back next year. And for those who have succeeded in making me happy, you can get away even with bullying me.



And wow.




I'm seventeen.