Providence

How do we handle bad days?

See i've got this play list on the ipod 'me, myself and i'- all the songs that keep me rooted/sane/going and another called 'self-gratification'-ok that just speaks for itself.*shit*

If i've had a bad day, i'd just recline and let the music take over...suddenly everything would seem insignificant and trivial.

Anyway, today wasn't a bad day all together, actually...it was quite nice.

The NATOs met up today, to finally confirm who's getting the contract.
Here goes, victory wasn't ours...Patil has got it.
For some funny reason he hasn't got the guts to call me personally, he asked Ritz to find out the outcome of the meeting...mmm...
It was quite simple handling an invertebrate actually:

"i believe you are serving wine?...with indian food?...which wine?"
"....french wine, our stock JUUSSSTTT came in"
"its called?"
"ahh...i don't know what its called...can i call you back?"

He hasn't called back...aiy...wanna lie also lie laaa properly...involved in the service industry but dunno how to lie, stupid fuck!

Well, the highlight of the day was Din din with Syu, she's been craving sushi and i've been stalling...it was nice, i think i earned brownie points earlier...*chuckling*
When she saw it, she actually couldn't believe it was for NOTHING...am i that conniving?
Yes, the small things make a great difference.
They say, i've got an abnormal talent for scoring brownie points and losing them all the moment i earn em.

Been thinking of a few things-which is harder? not being a stranger or keeping in touch?
of course this then has to be divided into platonic and intimate relationships...
I guess for me personally keeping in touch has been easy, for its superficial.
Not being a stranger, would require effort...and time...COMFORT.
Been conducting a research, i only asked 3 people but that qualifies as research in my books.
I got different answers:
1)Keeping in touch would mean having hope ; not being a stranger needs time.
2)Keeping in touch is fine, but even if you can't, you shouldn't be a stranger for everything we've shared.
3)For me both is difficult, but i guess keeping in touch is less demanding on both parties.

Of late, i've been pulling studies out of my A**, and i know thats cheating, but seriously spices up conversations,right?

Here's the other thing thats been bugging me-Freedom, i've got it in my hands and yet i'm afraid, why?...
Freedom here would be in reference to 'freedom of choice', more like where do i go from here?
Its all in my hands, what if i fuck up?
(yes please don't say thats the only way to learn)

OK i just got a call, Dee's inviting me over for smoothies...its a banana+mango+strawberries smoothie...

Later then...

So...

This is how i spent the last sunday of the month, acoording to Reena, i'm only here to move the couch.
According to Myself...i'm...just here...

Yea so thats how CJ looks when the camera excites her...
Me often wonders, how small things makes great difference to one's 'dork' like portrayal.

Just for the record CJ, you can't speak cantonese with an indian accent and then mock me for my handicapped tamil!








Top anats exam on the 31st of May, bee kins is busy playing 'the god father'...

In his defence, he was taking a break...








Someones busy preparing dinner, ginger chicken.
And...it was a lovely view from where i was sitting...

Some peeling action there...one of those 'GOLEN' moments






Right, this was the reason the camera came out in the first place...to record history in the making.
CJ/REENA/BEE KINS' study room cum kitchen.
It was a good sunday...obviously i gave no input when it came to translation, and i ruined the atmosphere...but, hey i was a welcomed break wasn't i?...guys?

P/s: CJ's only pretending to study because the camera came out.

Never Talk to Strangers

A :If there is no God, then who, one wonders, rules the life of man and keeps the world in order?

B :Man rules himself

A :I beg your pardon; but to rule one must have a precise plan worked out for some reasonable period ahead. Allow me to enquire how man can control his own affairs when he is not only incapable of compiling a plan for some laughably short term, such as, say, a thousand years, but cannot even predict what will happen to him tomorrow? In fact, imagine what would happen if you, for instance, were to start organising others and yourself, and you developed a taste for it-then suddenly you get...a heart attack... *cat like grin*

A :Yes, a heart attack! And then thats the end of you as an organiser! No one's fate except your own interests you any longer. Your relations start lying to you. Sensing that something's amiss you rush to a specialist, then to a charlatan, even perhaps a fortune-teller. Each of them is as useless as the other, as you know perfectly well. And it all ends in tragedy; the man who thought he was in charge is suddenly reduced to lying prone and motionless in a wooden box and his fellow men, realising that there is no more sense to be had of him, incinerate him.

Fate's a cheeky bastard. *sigh*

Faust

Say at last-who art thou? 'That power i serve, Which wills forever evil, Yet does forever good' GOETHE-Faust

and then?

We dread certain situations because we almost certainly know this is the point where the good, bad and ugly gets flushed out. Last night was one of those. Initially, i was planning on absorbing some culture, borrowed Syu's Bulgakov. That didn't materialize as i played a prank on her about the lingerie party. Which i shouldn't have- being all 'partied' up isn't a good thing when there REALLY isn't gonna be a party! Well, we then decided on having some wine...then thought of topping it up with strawberries...and finally asking some friends to join in (we were sure that none would show up). But Hari showed up...which was surprising. For many reasons. Ritz had to layan some guests who had just arrived from India and he had to wait till they went to bed. Dipta was at a club with 'white people'...(identity crisis) "clubbing with white people...is rather odd" "dee, you do realise you are 'white'" "no...ok i mean...i'm just saying its soo different from clubbing with you guys.In a good way"

Both hari and ritz aren't wine drinkers, syu and i invested a huge sum on our wine- Chablis...thats a really good wine, the kind that doesn't leave you with a headache or a hangover. The high is beautiful and you can keep drinking...all night. We had a bottle each, the guys were surprised, they didn't think we could both down a bottle each and still be sober...ok semi high and totally jolly. And i parted company with my bottle of JD to Hari and Ritz.Dear JD, it was good while it lasted...hahahaha.

Things were good and everyone went down memory lane...and then we moved on to sex and then some bedroom secrets (bad move). When i'm in the company of the right kind, i engage/ crack lame jokes/ get all hyper, When the company i have is unappealing, i don't talk. Infact i just observe. Which is what i was doing last night, Until...

Hari said something uncalled for, offensive, judgemental, shallow and totally inappropriate.

"you know, when you have anal sex and the woman enjoys it, you just know that she's a slut"

How dare you?...seriously...

To which i countered:

"what does that say about the person she's having it with?,you have no right to judge anyone in the bedroom, if your partner shares his/her fantasies with you and wants you to be a part of it, you should be honoured. That just shows that he/she is comfortable enough with you...its all about trust and comfort. You've got to remember that she's making herself vulnarable by letting you in on it.Infact you shouldn't discuss this with anyone but her...honestly hari, that is just shallow man"

A slut?...What year are we in? 1450?

SO i made a bitch statement about why is it sex is better with NON-ASIAN men. Didn't realise i check-mated myself.

Fuck...Everyone got excited

"i disagree,but do tell...come on..."-Hari

"Hari how can you disagree unless you've had sex with men?"-Me

"VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!"-Syu

"And she finally speaks..."-Ritz

SO i didn't elaborate further, just excused myself and headed to the bathroom.Tried navigating the conversation to more friendly pastures after i got back.Worked.

Well, yes there are certain things people don't know about me, no matter how close or long we know each other. Syu seemed keen (she's got that smirk), she bugged me this morning about my statement.Yes love you are my best friend. It just wasn't important enough to be mentioned.It carries no weight at this point of time.Its left behind in a different dimension.

TO all you very curious people, my past isn't as colourful as you'd want it to be. I'm not secretive, its just unimportant.

Borders...i love em. Shields, even better.

p/s: Psychs, Chablis and strawberries?

48Hours

The past 48 hours have been very laidback. Just the way i'd like life to be.

Got my hair cut, although i wanted something sharper...nah,this is fine for now, a day before my convocation i shall go get the Mohawk done. (the above pic is NOT it)

Haven't been to class, which isn't a good thing...but doesn't feel wrong.
Been unwinding. (not like i'm wound up or something, but its just one of those things that occur without much thought)
So much so,everyone who has spoken to me in the past few hours think i'm high on something.
Maybe its got to do with the fact that i didn't endure any form of non-intelligence.Today.
Or the fact that i 'spring-cleaned' my room...its spotless btw...

Have been talking to my parents a lot these few days, very happy for them-as my dad puts it
"its nothing big,but its an achievement all the same"

That reminds me, i have a cleft on my chin, now thats an inherited trait, as in one or both of the parents should have it ;neither my mum or dad have it.*deep in thought*-Ok CJ don't try my joke on me! "find out who the neighbour was at that time!!"
Ma thinks i need to chill out...Papa thinks i'm super cool, oh and i've inherited his lazy gene.Me thinks his sense of humor as well...One Hung Low and all.

Am suppose to be organizing a lingerie (pronounced as: LING-GER-RII) party at this moment, but looks like thats not happening eh?
My boss, SYU, wants everything done ASAP, you know sometimes i feel like an ALL-IN-ONE shampoo/instant mix.
I'm her slave, event manager, phone book, directory, friend, confidante', heart ache, head ache, cigarrette. God Knows what else.
Well Boo, here's an update:
Ritzy can't make it-coz he doesn't own any, and Reena's not planning on wearing any...that leaves me with my boxers-not very turning on, but hey at least i tried!

Its has been brought to my attention that, as an avid reader, i don't seem to be paying attention to the core meaning of the book i'm reading.I've had some helpful suggestions though-Glasses.
I think i look very nice/intellectual in glasses and i could also prove that statement valid: Refer to the attached PICTURE.

But, if i may, i don't think its related to my vision but it seems to be more of a language barrier.
Maybe i'm not translating the book i read correctly. Maybe its dependant on the state of my mind? Or does it suggest expectations?...

Note to author: Don't worry, i have no expectations-With great expectations come great disappointments.

Let me be the judge of the book i read.I like reviews, but thats just one man's opinion.
Everyone says Dan Brown's good, i say Only 2 books of his are good, the rest need help!
And then some say Tash Aw's terrible, i say he's book was a wonderful read.
Its all a matter of opinion and for now, let me make it clear that i refrain from being judgemental- for i find it pointless.
Allow me to savour my book, Please?

Yesterday was exciting though- CJ Reens and BeeKins were at Friday's celebrating CJ's 'DEBTLESS' Status. I on the other hand was stuck in traffic, during which time they managed to infuse enough alco to be a lil on the euphoric side of life.
SO, imagine walking into a packed restaurant, and the moment you are spotted they break out into a song:
"Who's that girl...Na-na-na-na-na-na...V's! that girl!" (repeat till you notice the dirty looks coming from neighbouring tables)

Then, to spice up the song- "oh my god!!!...her hair's sooo adorable!!!" (say the whole sentence with a slur)

They demanded on knowing ALL about my day, but funnily, they did all the talking.
No seriously, they were soo cute. Seeing them made my day.
Beekins on the other hand waited for his 'KUPPE' partner to start drinking, we had lynchburg lemonades. Came home super sober-thats because we only had one drink.
It was of course an excellent day. Like today.

I've got to be studying Oncology now, non-hodgkin's lymphoma. Lets nourish ourselves with some hyperplasia action shall we?

Benching

Good day, or so i'd like to think.

We had our photo shoot for the graduation album today, the entire dean's office was buzzing with a certain sin familiarly known as VANITY.
Most of em dressed in their best, and then a minority that doesn't dress for anything...

We were the minority...

'Weih, kumpulan kita pakai macam gangster!'
That was Hari, when he noticed we were the only ones who didn't dress up.

Well, introductions, from left: Ashish, Aaron, Hari, Ritz, Keong,Tina,Dipta,Syu and ME!
Piggy, unfortunately was behind the camera...sorry Azie.

Long day, Class-Photo Shoot-Meeting-More Shooting-Cancelled appointments-DinDin w Syu-Failed attempt at watching da vinci's code- Beer+Benching with Ritz and finally here.

Photo Shoot was fun, lotsa poyo-ness, and meeting kinda confrontational- almost had a major fight with a committee member-Pharma Rep, he basically accused me of god knows what and i lost it...in a very dumb way...Syu and Azie had to salvage the bloody situation.
After which they told me 'You lost it and handled it like an idiot!'

Well on a lighter note, after din din, i met up with the rest and we hauled ourselves to the cinema, with the confidence that no one watches movies on tuesday nights (@2230hrs), Just to be told that tickets are SOLD-FUCKING-OUT! Disappointed, we came home.

Benching was fun (as usual), we decided that since in our respective countries there's no one word to describe the usage of 'Zdrastvuite', we'd have to create our own.
We also realised that all the chicks are with pot/beer bellied older men, men with fat wallets...yes Psychs go ahead and lash out at me.Bring it on.
Was suppose to get a hair cut, me thinks anxiousness has driven me to this, was initially thinking of a Mohawk, but realised 2 weeks is not enough to rectify a problem of that magnitude. (2 weeks till my parents arrive)
So settled on short hair with lotsa locks.
And Ritzy realized we don't have many Uncle johnnie weekends left, and as true benchers we should make the best of the time we have.
Benching's another buffer of mine...and its exclusive...its a special bond Ritz and I have, occasional guests are allowed, but its not open for new memberships. Its a sacred chilling out ritual.

Azie on the other hand, reminded us that by the end of this month we are officially not medical students and neither are we doctors. We are in LIMBO...
That reminds me, din din was damn yums- Veal in Marsala Sauce- Fucking awesome.

Gonna get some shut eye now.

Till the next time wasting blog.

Color blind

We are what we repeatedly do. -Aristotle

That would in turn imply that i'm a procastinator who takes things for granted, intentionally oblivious to my surroundings and supremely selfish.

today's 'distorted-chain-of-thoughts' day.

"Why don't you show me the little bit of spine.You've been saving for his mattress.
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me."

There you go, another perplexing thought. No well, i'm not all that shallow, its from a song.
Here's the thing, in my opinion sympathy/pity are the worst kind of emotion/s one can have for another.
Naturally, if its rephrased into 'mercy sex' then its acceptable. (more shallow thoughts)
Hang on, let me level with myself here.

Ok...I'm back at square one.

I started out with something logical like aristotle and ended up with fall out boy, wait that is logical.

I just realised something odd, my friends have soo much faith in me that, the moment someone's talking to me and taking my number down (or me theirs), they are of the impression that i flirted my way there. And almost always i get told on. *sigh*
But, i've got excellent back up- Bee Kins! he sits there and smiles like its no biggie. And when asked to back me up, he pretends he's lost!

Have been giving a few things some serious thought. (rare?)
I'm a month away from my convocation, 2 from going back home,3 from attending my interview,4 from kicking-off working life, 5 from starting a savings account, 6 from starting birthday and new year plans!!

I've got my priorities sorted haven't i? *patting myself on the shoulders*

Read all of the above...
See what i mean by 'i'm a procastinator'?

There are a few things in life you should hold on to, no matter how tough the going gets.They would be different things for different people, and the meaning it carries is different as well.
Depending on what we need to keep ourselves going, we'd make our choices.

For most of us, achieving something would almost always include sacrifices.
Some of us allow ourselves to be misled; driven by selfishness, we'd make the wrong sacrifices.
Its all very humane, no arguments there, but the question is, how FAR will you go?

The only sacrifice i've had to make to achieve something is waking up earlier so that i'd get to run before class. (not very impressive eh?)
Wait, there was this one time, i HAD to sacrifice watching a movie to catch up on study time. (ma's orders!)

Of late, i've noticed(probably because i'm ignorant), we'd go all out to get what we want.-disregarding the potential damage.
Maybe its because, people don't change but they just become more of who they are.
Over time, you'd learn things/traits of the other...and you'd reach a point and ask yourself, "do i know this person anymore?"

Then again we'd have to take into account that while this other was evolving, we morphed as well. We too became more of who we are...and chances are this other is asking the same questions.

Conclusion: Having blogger's block. A friend of mine once told me "do not believe everything you read"

Disclaimer: Do not believe everything you read.

Battle without Honour

Alone time...something unheard of.

Its true what they say, there should be honour among thiefs.I read a book of the same title while i was still in school.About stealing the constitution or something. Good read.

Alls fair in love and in war...

Being a power player is fun, it also comes with excess baggage in the form of guilt and a sense of responsibility. Thats if you have a conscience.

There are those who play by the rules and win, and there are those who choose to not play by the rules and win...then there are those who win by technicality and manipulation. There are those who win because they have a fantastic combination of all of the above.

Reena has a simple concept regarding honour among thiefs, 'Thief A can steal from Peter to feed Paul, but thief A cannot steal from thief B to feed anyone, this fucks up the cycle.'

But i believe in stealing from the rich and giving the needy...muahahaha..kidding,really.

When you execute an action of severe implications, the repercussions shouldn't come as surprises, i.e: calculated risks.
The only reason you wouldn't crumble is because you had enough faith.
Newton wasn't high on pot when he said every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

The AGM was for a total of 45mins and the Q&A was for an hour...*waste of time*
We didn't have our friendly match against M2- cause and effect-Q&A took up all the play time.
Shitted.

I was surrounded by idiots, not funny.

"How come we (M2) weren't informed about the charity dinner?"
"We did make announcements, via 3 newspapers and over national radio"
"Newspapers?...why weren't we told about it?"
"errmm...you don't read newspapers during summer holls?"

WTF?...seriously, i don't know how these people are doing medicine...Sad.
Gets better...next idiot takes the effort to ask:
"please make us understand, was this announcement made before or after the dinner?"

...seriously, WTF?...just laughed my head off.

Naturally, M1 had no questions to ask...they are real newts, tell them to come cast their votes and attend the AGM, the only question they had was.
"are they serving refreshments?"

Good combination, one side that doesn't give a fuck and the other side that wants to give a fuck but doesn't know how to.

There was no bloodshed unfortunately. I'm secretly disappointed.
Thats fine, sooner or later something's going to come up and some form of assult will take place.

When will the battle without honour end?...ah yes, only good things come to an end. (my bad)

Quicksand

Another week has passed ; did no justice to my saturday i.e: didn't watch Da Vinci's code...

Did nothing 'productive/constructive'. Its decided then, thats my forte.

However i did what i had to do. Reena's calling both bee kins and i, dirty twisted strategists.
Few things that did justice to my mind :
Cerebral orgasms with the usual suspects...Still figuring out how to diffuse bombs and such.
Thursday-Coffee Mania with Azie and Syu.
Friday-Cafe' Latte' with Bee Kins and Reena.
Saturday- Mi casa with me myself and i, psychs came in towards the end.
Been thinking about mice and men.
Finally, studying quicksands.

Quicksand...
The more you wriggle, the faster you get pulled in.
Don't fight it, stay still...till someone gets you, if no one does; just wriggle and reduce torture time-chances are they'll never find you. Or you can keep still, and suffer stiff muscles and then hunger followed by cold and then pain...and finally rot to death.

OK i didn't have to be all that graphic now did i?

Was just thinking about how we get roped into things we don't intend to do, and the more we fight it, we get sucked into it further and before we know it, we've got one foot in the septic tank and the other in a puddle of mud...or up someone's ass (depending on how we handle situations)

Sunday's going to be exciting, i forsee bloodshed and mass collection of unbelievable stupidity.
-MMSA Elections
Its also going to be fulfilling.-Friendly Futsal matches...
When prav called to inform me of the elections, all i said was 'hmm', hoping to change my mind he said its also the AGM, i again said 'hmm', he finally said 'we're also having futsal...' to which i said 'i'll be there!' (no one's surprise right?)

Anyways let me leave you with the song of the week: For old time's sake.

"Mr Brightside"

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

And I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

Reens baby, bee kins and i are Mr.Brightsides aren't we?

Coffee Mania

Thats 'erdinger dunkel', super yumss black beer.
Yes thats true, i've quit drinking professionally.
These days i just fleece off some people who claim it tastes like 'sarsi'...

No actually, i felt like lattes...didn't feel like alco-ing myself.

This is @2200hrs, there's still a lil bit of light...






The verandah@coffee mania-look for 3 irritating 'tourists' at the extreme right...

Trust me, don't waste your time squinting, you can't see us...

Notice how everyone's got a blankie?...yes it was windy...






Looks ARE deceiving, we look like normal students having a very innocent 'housemates night out'...

A combination of these 3 people- synonymous with TROUBLE...

Ask the waiter...







As the night started...the utter joy of creating mischeif is displayed on both their faces...

I seriously am wondering what were they thinking about...










I seem to be very fascinated by what Syu had to say, and i have no idea when this pic was taken...

















By the end of the evening this is how Azie and i looked...(even after certain exciting calls)

Satisfied with our respective 'highs'

Hers-cheese cake

Mine- Latte'



...And Syu, like this.

As they say a picture speaks a thousand words.

Its obvious, we had a pretty good time.
Right sayang? *evil grin*

Things i'm going to miss: Depicted in the above pics.
The verandahs during spring, summer and autumn...
Having a beer while the sun sets in the background...
Just chilling out...

Apology accepted.

Thought about it real hard and long.

When was the last time we apologized to ourselves?
Wait a sec, i don't know many people who've even forgiven themselves for past mistakes.
Think about it, to move forward you'd have to leave the past behind which means you'd not only have to own up to your mistakes but also forgive yourself for it.

Stepping stones; Learning curves.

I owe myself an apology, for compromising and bending my own principles. I was a major hypocrite to myself, no this time it wasn't self preservation...it was plain selfish.
Its true i do have high (read: unrealistic/idealistic) expectations (btw, thats according to reens so pls refer to her for further enlightenment), but if i didn't have them i wouldn't be who i am today.

This was Syu to me:
"You surprise me, its not your kind of thing. You'd be the last person i could think of getting involved in such a thing,"
"Yes i'm aware of that, not very proud of it either and i'm sorry for letting you down."
"You don't owe anyone but yourself an apology."

The reason for that conversation is irrelevant at the moment.

According to her, i'm a combination of a punching bag and a frying pan. *blur*
Great! now being cryptic is in fashion.

Anyways found out what it means:

Like a punching bag, i receive blows from all directions and yet at the end i'm standing up right and no one knows the damage thats on the inside. Frying pan; i take time to blow my top i.e: my anger is not without reason but at the same time i cool off pretty fast.


I haven't spoken to my significant other since god knows when...i believe she called while i was out...yes baby, i miss you too...

Ok now comes dealing with the hard part-Forgive myself (i think i've achieved that already), and figure out who's been flooding my inbox with anonymous comments.

Bastardizing...

Bastardization : An act of debasing the quality of something. In layman's terms it would mean to ruin the actual meaning/ function of something.

We all bastardize things/emotions/people on a regular basis. Its second nature to us. Thats just because we claim to be human. Its sad though, we blame everything on our race- The Human Race.

The act to turning a student body into a political party is called bastardization. Its sounds like hard work, its not. All you need are humans with inferior development and you've got a perfect political cocktail- Best consumed shaken not stirred.-At least you'd get the taste of the best bits.

Last night was quite awesome, the event manager called Abed to rectify the price debate and, guess what??...we have to pay them $3000...
He calls me back to tell me : *slight chuckling* "so i see you've spoken to Nikolai, and he says we have to pay. I don't know what you are up to, but i want my cut-OK?"

I obviously was in high spirits, just laughed my guts off and said "yes"...*sigh*
If only he knew that we REALLY have to pay...Seriously, do i send out wrong signals?
I've been approached by 2 Jehovah's witnesses wanting to rescue me...and i've got a colleague who thinks i'm trying to swindle the committee...
DAMN...i'm too obvious aren't i?

Or is it the bastardization of my very being?

Taurus Excreta!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAaaaarrrrrrrrrrrGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Thats the consequence of not being a very violent or verbal person, Pent-up anger for which the catalyst was stupidity.
Thought a few quiet moments with my favourite symphony would do the trick but no, it didn't.

I secretly wish i was a sniper, i bet after all those times playing CS i should be some good right?
Hit List:
1) Renad Nikolaivich, Alyautdin.
2) Serger Alexevich, Baranov
3) Gaurav Patil.

Patil has the balls to call me at 0030hrs on saturday to tell me he is entertaining the committee
members at his restaurant-just to secure the contract. Asked him what was the need to inform me.
He :well you gave me the opening, and its just right to inform you.
Me: mmm...and?
He: Please just support me on this matter, i am getting the support of the arabs and am going to send Baranov some samples.
Me: Why?
He: To show him i can provide good service at cheaper price.
Me: I see...
He: So if the entire committee agrees and so does Baranov, will you still give the contract to the other caterers? Will you change your decision?
Me: Well, if the entire committee wants you, there's nothing i can do. I will have to change my decision. In that way, the entire lot can be responsible for anything that goes wrong. For the record, you did all this behind my back even after explaining to you, so i don't see any reason as to why we are even having this conversation.
He: i need your support, and you know me personally.What is the problem?Price?
Me: You have enough support...don't worry. If you feel the need to represent your restaurant, by all means go ahead.No its not the money.

And that happened even today...same conversation...i just grunted more. He kept trying to make peace. Looks like i'll have to get a restraining order against him.
That whole episode is just fucking subordinate, bloody hell!
Seriously what the fuck?...

And then you've got the bloody SOBs who don't do shit, but are of the opinion they are contributing a hell lot. Alyautdin should just shut his gap when its not his money.Motherfucker.

Just as how its stated in Murphy's Law- Just when you think things can't get any worse, it gets even worse!
After work Abed calls to inform me that the agency called to tell him there's no need to pay them the $3000.
I then told him we have to, just that the person who has been talking to him doesn't know the situation. He then throws something unexpected:
"Tell me honestly, do you want the money for yourself?"
"what?"
"you've been pushing for the payment, is that money going into your pocket?"
"yes it is...you know what?i'll call you after talking to the sponsor"
"please do that, i just need to know ok...clearly do we have to pay or not?"

Now i'm fucking blur, what day is it btw, Fuck-Me day?
Shitted...more like ostopizdelo-sranaya-manda!!!

I apologize for having to blog all of that shit, but i blog to vent my anger. I heard kick-boxing helps, should try it sometime.

Anyways, i was quite absent-minded on sunday, i forgot it was mother's day, actually called home, spoke to mum for about 10mins, and then hari walks in and shouts "Happy Mother's Day aunty!!!"...fuck!..and i didn't even wish my mum.

So i pulled a fast one about getting side-trackked by such a gorgeous person i.e:her, on the phone and lots of other crap like that.
Apologized for not doing anything special this year but got a diff reaction:
"Noooooooo...your brothers were wonderful, they made me breakfast in bed and bought me roses, moreover you dad's not in town so it was quality time with the boys.I even got a card with your name in it."
*shitted-now i owe my brothers one major favour*
What would i do without you guys?

As usual my support systems already in 6th gear when its only a 5-speed gear box.
This week's going to be one major stress generator.

I seriously am wondering when did people stop respecting other people?...How do you justify doing things behind my back and then expecting me to respect you for your effort?- Humor me!

At the rate things are going, i'm going to end up being one major pain to all those around me.
Cut me some slack guys...

Highlight of the day: Saw an angel in red standing across the street.

MASSAD 06'

MASSAD stands for Malaysian Students Annual Dinner.Brainchild of 2nd Year Medical Students in M2. It came with its ups and downs, but i'd say it had more ups than downs.

Am going to miss all this studenty crap once i'm home. Guess growing up comes with a price eh?















Dipta's famous self-portraits with me in it...
Truth is, i love spoiling the pics, and she secretly loves having me do that..


Ms.'me,myself and i' aka Syu...hair boy, i mean hari boy ...as usual the frames all about the one infront of me. A couple of days back i had to explain to her that slavery was abolished a very long time ago, hence she should grant me my freedom...at the rate things are going even after graduation i'd be doing chores...for both my bosses (azie and syu).

Kursk 06'

Immortalization of our moment of glory...
Go V!!! hehehehe...am soo full of myself.














See what adrenaline and endorphines do to you?















Our 'Presidential Suite', Kursk Style.
Hahahaha...Yes now i'm being plain bitchy.
Btw, our room was the best in the Hotel.
It really was a SUITE.














The entire team excluding 'piggy'...This was right after we arrived at the hotel lobby.
Soo many people yet there's no one to play with on Saturdays...how's that possible?














Cheerleaders...gotta love em, (ok bad thoughts)
No seriously, they were good...
I enjoyed watching them...perform.

Vote for ME!

Was up at 0630hrs, needed to run and think.

Run i did, think i did not. The day was beautiful, was just concentrating on the moment. As they say, 'to be truly happy, you'd have to live in the present'. Running's therapeutic even if you don't use the time for thinking.

I really can't put a finger on what's bothering me...there's always tomorrow to attempt thinking while running. Maybe it has something to do with me not being able to multitask.
I know that bothers a couple of people around me, especially Syu but thats because she chooses to talk to me while i'm playing with the PDA or watching TV or you know...important stuff.
If i'd be able to multitask then i'd be able to run while thinking and vice-versa.

Feeling all fired up, Syu and I headed out for 'otrabotka', got there and we were greeted by a tightly sealed dept entrance. Good sign, no class then. Decided the day's too precious so slotted in stuff to do.

Its unwinding day-we gathered at Coffee Mania. Reena and Syu kept calling me perv, for what reason i don't know...ok i choose not to know.Wingman did not defend me.Perfect-3 against 1.
What were today's cerebral orgasms about?
Besides giving me a tough time...nothing really.
No wait, we did talk about our on going election/nomination thing before the AGM.

My acute observation tells me that medical students in Moscow have got their heads in the right place.
Everyone wants to be Dr.M!
Ok those who are lost- MMSA (Moscow Malaysian Student's Association) is holding their elections now. Every avaricious MOFO is busy putting him/herself out now to be nominated.
They are actually campaigning! No Shit!
So, me being me- as in the snarky person that i am, decided i should at least leave behind a memorable nomination.
Syu and I decided that we'll nominate each other for all posts.(childish but fun)

On the brightside, Malaysia's future doctors will also be literate in Political Science.Fantastic.

After parking ass, we walked to our favourite book store, and again i find my hobby too expensive to maintain...didn't buy anything, just looked around. But if anyone's interested in buying me a pre-graduation gift (no reens baby you not included), then there's this book by Milan Kundera-Ignorance...trust me, it makes a perfect gift.

Dmitry gave me 2 options during coffee :
a) Watch Scary Movie 4 with him at 1900hrs.
b)Watch Scary Movie 4 with him at 1900hrs.
And yes, most people know how i feel about scary movies-they tease my brains.
Somehow, today sitting in the cinema, it felt like the most logical thing to do- Get lost in a movie which only induces laughter albeit dumb.

Lesson of the day: regardless of how tempting it is, don't sit next to reena while watching a movie-she hits you even before the scene starts...you'd leave the cinema bruised.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day, working @ 1200hrs and am planning to run while thinking, or think while running so i'd have to be up by 0630hrs. Around 1800hrs is the 'Malaysian Night' thingy organized by M2, promised Gerard i'd be there...so yea...cheers to a long day ahead.

F1

Its that time of the year when speed enthusiasts get a good helping of their favourite race : F1!

I don't watch any sort of sport on tv- find it pointless and somewhat mind numbing. Be it football, basketball, tennis and the worst of them all- Golf. I just can't. Its like how they say those who can't do, teach?, here's a perfect example of those who can't play, watch. (ok no pun intended-especially to both my brothers and i believe azie as well who watch footie like maniacs)

But...F1's something else all together (yes i'm a walking contradiction!). I used to watch it religiously. Sometime between then and now i grew up, but i still keep myself updated with the going-ons.

Its more than just super fast cars and big labels. Its my kind of sport- Involves a lot of strategy and honour.
If we were to look beyond all that glamour, we'd actually see a mini intelligence agency on a roll.
For them winning's not everything, its the only thing.

Strategy: How much fuel do we pump in now?-should it be a full tank or half?-kind of tires?-How many pit stops?-How long should each pit stop be?

Honour: Eg: Barichello and Schumacher, if Barichello's leading and Schumacher is right behind him, he'd let Schumacher through-because he knows that Schumacher's a better driver or that he'd be able to keep the other drivers behind. All these things are based on the communication both the drivers have. They both might have different pay checks but to them its about honouring themselves, each other and their company.

Not too long ago, when i was pretty pissed off about something-which now has no meaning, Bee Kins explained to me that what i was seeking for is called the F1 concept. And all of the above ladies and gentlemen, is the F1 concept.

If the F1 concept was understood by the mass public, the world would be a better place.(i wish!)
In that sense i guess i'm pretty lucky- Bee Kins and I share the same concept thus making us each others' wing man/woman.

Anyways, its saturday and that means its unwinding time. Will share more thoughts after absorbing everyone elses. *wink*

The Way We Get By

This is the song of the day; my theme song for today and perhaps for the rest of the week.
Enjoy...

We get high in backseats of cars
We break into mobile homes
We go to sleep to shake up you
And then wake up on our own

And that's the way we get by

We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some with sin
We seek out the taciturn

And that's the way we get by

We found a new kinda dance in a magazine
Try it on, it's like nothin' you've ever seen
You sweet talk like a cop, an' you know it
You bought a new bag of pot
So let's make a new start
And that's the way to my heart to
The Way to my heart

We get high in backseats of cars
We put faith in our concerns
Fall in love to down the streak
We believe in the sum of ourselves

That's the way we get by

Ostopizdelo

Newly acquired knowledge, soon to be commonly used phrase : Бля, ты мне уже остопиздела сраная манда!
I think it means "You've fucked me over and over and over"
Literally : "Damn, you've fucked me over-shitted-vagina"
The above statement is Copyright Protected, any reproduction of it could result in a lawsuit.

This could also describe everything happening in the last 13days without much details.

Today: Did nothing productive, walked around aimlessly and once again wondered which part of the couch haven't i farted on yet.

Cracked a damn funny joke today, although i think Praveen may not agree with me on that one.

He called and the conversation revolved around us being single and shit like that.
He : Eh Roshan introduce me to someone laa...
Me: Why don't you do that for me?I'm the one going through the dry spell!
He : Me too...i need a girlfriend.
Me: Why would you when you have your left hand?
(damn i'm funny)

He obviously wasn't amused.But i made it up to him, told him i'll share with him my prized bottle of whiskey. He was back to being Praveen.

My god, i just read whatever i've typed and realised i'm seriously indolent today. (like every other day-same shit different day scenario)

On a more serious note:

Syu just got home and she seems to be handling it pretty well. Am so proud of her.
Was worried though, but...looks like she pulled through.
That reminds me, ma told me about an uncle being seriously ill-last time i checked, he had right sided heart failure. Hope alls good there, *mental note: call home* (see how nonchalant i am)
Learnt an interesting fact today: Sochi's europes longest city-its built along the Black Sea shore. Me thinks 160km (length)-will confirm figures.

Today Azie received a call from the Dean's office, Baranov's called for a meeting just for the three of us on Monday. Stupid asshole. WHY???...
I mean, these dumb fucks don't get the whole 'sponsor' concept.They don't contribute financially or otherwise, and yet they have the cheek to push their weight around.
Our dean's a coward who can't say things to our face but uses Baranov for everything.
Fucktards!

Been thinking a lot about euphemisms...i project most of my anger over here...those who don't know me might be of the opinion that i need anger management, wait my brother thinks the same. Let me rephrase that, what kind of euphemism would someone use on me?
Lets just say someone famous checks out, the press might say something like "He/She was the pioneer of controversial movies" which could either mean:
a) Produced movies that were politically correct.
b) Produced Taboo movies- i.e: anything that questions the vatican/gay rights etc.

So...yea euphemisms, have you ever thought what yours would be?