Delight

SCHOLESY'S BACK PLAYING FOR UNITEDDDDDDD!

That is all.

I am dying of happiness.

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TWIG : Second Saturday here!

HAIII.


Okay, so this post is on MS Word as well.
Its Saturday morning right now, but I’ll probably only post it up later once I get to use the broadband.

We haven’t had internet since Tuesday (I think) or Wednesday.
Wednesday, probably.
Some guy was supposed to come fix it yesterday, but there was some problem, and he didn’t. I hope it comes back on soon.
I miss the internetttt!
Plus I really want to skype with my parents and my cousins. I miss their faces. :(


Alright, so what can I blog about today?


I’ll tell you guys about my week in uni.

I’ve been pretty busy (by NUIG standards…NUIG stands for National University of Ireland, Galway; I’m considering buying an NUIG hoodie. For the heck of it. Should I?),
but honestly I feel I’ve been horribly unproductive.


We’ve been put together with the 3rd year med students, because they only do Cardio in 3rd year apparently. It does feel a bit odd, because they’re still very new to the whole clinical setting, and I keep having to remind myself I was as lost as them when I started Sem6 back in Seremban.
I generally try to avoid answering questions in class, because there’s no triumph in showing up a bunch of 3rd years when I’m already entering 5th year, and I should know what they don’t.
The boy is having the time of his life showing off in class, which is honestly rather annoying. but. wtv.


We’ve also been given logbooks, and we’re supposed to get signatures for every patient clerked and presented, and for every procedure seen.
But unlike Seremban, here it’s compulsory to get signatures.
Even the lab technicians and the nurses and the SHOs know about it…to the extent that after every procedure, they immediately go like “okay, so what do I have to sign for you?”
…before we even open our mouths okay.
I don’t like that part of it.
I suppose that’s one way of the uni keeping track of students’ attendance, but to me it just feels like you show up for classes/tutorials for the sake of getting the signatures. At least that’s what I’ve been doing for the past 4 days.
:/
Me and Jovann have been put into the same group, and our timetables are slightly different from the other 3 Irish students in our group, so we mostly just do things on our own, which suits us just fine.

yep.

Okay, so anyway,
on Monday we went for some cardiac rehab session.
It’s sort of like an aerobic class/exercise session for patient’s with heart disease. Like physio.
I haven’t seen it back home, maybe they have it in GHKL or IJN, but I don’t think they have it in Seremban.
It was rather cute, all these old men doing aerobics and using exercise machines. And they were all very excited about me and Jovann being there.
Damn jakun okay.
And the nurse there.
Ohmygod.
She was all like “you’re from Malaysia?? Singapore is in Malaysia right?”
o.O
And then she goes on to say “But you have very good English! It’s perfect!” and then gives us this exaggerated surprised look.
Excuse me.
What do you mean BUT I have very good English?
Did you think Malaysians couldn’t speak English or something??
ugh. I’ve heard people say that they’ve been faced with situations like these before, where people mix up Singapore and Malaysia, and/or think we still live on treetops and can’t speak anything but gibberish,
but..honestly.
And there are so many other Malaysians studying/working here too! Why are people still so jakun about us??

Even on Tuesday, we had to attend afternoon clinic, and we were following this Malaysian doctor (a Registrar who works there)
and this patient walks in and asks us where we’re all from, and we say we’re all from Malaysia, but he still looks awfully confused,
and after awhile, he points to me and goes like “you look different. They (points to Jovann and the doctor..who is Malay btw) look the same, you don’t. You look Indian”
…
I am Indian.
There are Indian people in Malaysia. Who are also Malaysian.
…
I mean it’s the same concept as having African Americans isn’t it? I’m Indian by race, and Malaysian by nationality.
It’s not that difficult to understand -_-
And I keep getting asked if I’m from the UK. Took me some time to figure out that there are a lot of British-born Indians who come to Ireland to study as well,
so somehow it’s easier for patients to accept the concept of BBIs (British born Indians) as opposed to working their heads around M(Malaysian)BIs.
They seem to think all Malaysians are Malay.


But otherwise, the patients are all really nice.
But they don’t stop talking omg.
Even in clinics, one consultation takes at least half an hour. That’s a stark difference from back home.
We were in the clinic from 2pm to 5pm on Tuesday, and we only saw 6 patients.
So when I came back home, I was telling Yan Qi’s housemates about how we saw so few patients,
and they’re like “You saw SIX!? Six is a lot! :O”

-_-

Ok.


And the patients here tend to lead the clerking. I know I used to complain about how old Indian patients back home used to go on and on about their life stories,
but patients here do the same. :/
I was clerking a heart failure patient yesterday, and he was doing all the talking.
I kept having to cut him off here and there because he was going off on a different tangent, and I wasn’t getting the information I needed.

Oh, and that’s another thing.
I’m so out of practice clerking patients omg.
I talked to him for a good 45 minutes (because he just wouldn’t stop and it would be awfully rude if I cut him off at every sentence) and then when I came back home, I sat down to write up the history (thanks to Dato’ Kanda I’ve developed the habit of not taking notes while clerking)
and I realized there were quite a few things I forgot to ask. Minor things, but still.

So anyway, presented the case to the doctor yesterday,
and at the end of it he goes like “oh well done. Very good history. I have nothing to add. Very good”

O_O

What.

And all I could think of was “omg if I had presented this to Prof Esha or Dato’ Kew they’d have crucified me”


That’s another difference. The doctors here are really nice.
Like super nice.
Like if you mess up somewhere, they’re all like “do you need more help?”, or if you don’t turn up for class they’re like “Are you alright? Do you need extra tutorials?”

:O

So niceeeee.

:(


Okay la, back home the doctors are really nice too,
but they’re hardcore when it comes to work.
And come on la, which doctor would offer extra tutorials if you don’t turn up for class?


Lol I’ve been complaining this whole post.

Oh well.


The grass here definitely isn’t greener.
Everyone is nice, and life is relaxed and whatnot,
but I couldn’t live here.
Not after the hectic life we have in Seremban…I come here and I’m like omg why don’t I have anything to do? It’s like being in psych all over again.

It’s no wonder people who study here can’t work in Malaysia.

Yep.


And now everyone in this house has woken up and I’m distracted and I’ve completely lost track of what I want to say.
End of blog post :D

OH OH.
They have this shop called the Milkshake Bar in town, which is honestly the best shop in existence.
They have every flavor omg.
Like Snickers and Twix and Ferrero Rocher and Strawberry Cheesecake and Chocolate Muffin and Melon and Protein Shakes and yeah.
They have everything.
So far I’ve taken Turkish Delight (love!) and Crunchie.
I want to import that shop back to Malaysia ok bye,



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TWIG : I'm losing count of days..

...already.


So, if I'm not terribly wrong, it's Monday morning over here.
And I think I'm the only one awake.
Unless the girl upstairs is awake also. There's one of Yan Qi's housemates who doesn't ever hang out with us, and for all intents and purposes after this, she will be referred to as 'the girl upstairs'.
...that is, if I ever feel the need to blog about her again.

Yesterday was such a wonderfully lazy day.
I loved it.
I woke up around 10am yesterday, and literally spent the whole day lazing around in bed with my laptop/chatting with the others until 6pm,
then we all got ready for a steamboat dinner (in the house itself), which was pretty fun,
because the boy and his friend came over as well.

I went to sleep pretty early last night,
I guess the lack of sleep is finally catching up to me.

And oh oh.
Yesterday evening, I went to wash my hair so I wouldn't have to wash it this morning,
and after I was done, I wanted to dry my hair yeah, because I didn't want to walk around with wet hair in this cold and get a flu or something.
And then I noticed...
...
....
.....dandruff!
:O
:O
:O
HOLYSHIT.
And I swear to God it looked exactly like those pictures in our Dermato textbooks, the seborrheic dermatitis lesions.
WTF OKAY.
WTF.
I all but freaked out and died!
I was so afraid all my hair was going to fall out or something, and I mean, how the hell do I walk around with that on my head?!
aaaaaaaaaaargh
After I came downstairs though, one of the girls was telling me that it was actually pretty normal,
and they'd all experienced it,
which was why I'd seen either a tar-based shampoo/Selson's/Head&Shoulders in every bathroom.
And there I was walking around with my beloved Sunsilk.
It's apparently because of the weather here...its so dry! So aparently I shouldn't wash my hair every day -.-
I mean how the hell was I supposed to know right?
But ugh.
I'm so upset about it right now.
Hopefully I manage to get rid of it soon, or I'll wear a hat and walk around everywhere.

My hair is a major point of vanity with me okay.

:(


Oh well.
Can't really think of anything else to type.
Won't blog again today, probably the next post will be tomorrow after I get back from class.
I'm not sure what to expect, so I'm just going with not expecting anything at all.
yep.

Going out to Galway town (?city) later to get groceries and buy my sim cardddd.

yeh.

okeh.


Here is a new Kurt Schneider video with Alex Goot.
I don't what instrument it is that Kurt's using, but it is insanely cool.
And he still has the prettiest hands.

ok.

How To Save A Life - Kurt Schneider & Alex Goot







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TWIG : Happy New Year! :)

Roarrrr!

Happy New Year everybody! :DDD

I'm just hoping 2012 is a good year for everyone.
2011 was a bit of a mess.
Until today I can't actually remember when 2011 started...it actually spanned almost 3 semesters for me.

So yeah, no expectations for the new year, just please God, let it be a good one.
I've got both Sem 9 and Sem 10 coming (my final semesters in medschool) and I could really use a break.




Right.
So yesterday was completely spent in Dublin.
Didn't take too many pictures because everyone was more into shopping, what with the New Year's sale and all.
I don't like shopping. :/ And the only thing I was slightly tempted to spend my money on was this cute white mug with the words "I Love Caffeine" on it,
but then I decided it would probably count as unnecessary, so I didn't.

Which reminds me, my coffee withdrawal is getting reeaaaallly bad.
Woke up at 8am yesterday with a blinding headache, the kind I usually get when I haven't had my coffee fix,
and then it hit me. 8am here is 4pm back home.
Waaaaaaaay past my usual coffee-dose-time.
And not just the headache, my hands were shaking so bad I was so afraid I'd drop the glass that I was making coffee in.

Less headachy today though, maybe my body's adjusting to the different time zone.

Okay, anyway,
back to the Dublin trip.

I love Dublin.
I do.
Eventhough we only were walking in and out of shops yesterday.

The buildings are so beautiful!
And old-schooly and :)
And people walk everywhere, and its so much safer than it is back home.
If we walked in KL the way people walk here, we'd have been victims of snatch-theft within the first 10 minutes or something.
And cars actually actually stop for people at the zebra crossing.
:O
That came as a bit of a surprise.
Back home, zebra crossings serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever. No car stops for you. -.-

And there were street musicians,
and people doing street art and everything.
It was an experience alright, seeing all of that.
And the street musicians are really talented though! I could've stood there for hours just watching them sing/play their instruments.
Damn jakun lol.


Couldn't stay in Dublin to welcome the New Year though,
because there wouldn't have been a bus back to Galway after 12am, and staying overnight in Dublin was out of the question.

Was initially supposed to go to Belfast for fireworks instead, but apparently transportation to Belfast is crazy expensive,
so we just welcomed in the New Year at home instead.
And then sat around talking til 5 in the am.
o.O

Yan Qi's housemates are really nice (have I mentioned this before?)
They're like kindred spirits,
so, so far so good.

20 days left before I go back home!

I kind of miss home actually.
I came all the way here to see if the grass is really greener on this side,
and so far I can honestly say, in terms of living conditions, it most definitely isn't.

We're a pampered lot back home, actually.

And honestly, honestly,
I don't think I'll ever EVER complain about my housemates' cleanliness (or lack thereof) again.
Ever.

At least I've learnt to have a bit more appreciation for my Seremban house after coming back here.
That's a silver lining, isn't it?



The weather here is alright,
apparently its one of their mildest winters.
Just rain and wind.
No snow.
And eventhough I'd really like to experience snow, right now I'm rather thankful for the lack of it, because I don't have boots and I really don't fancy slipping everytime we have to walk somewhere.


I haven't yet been able to explore Galway
(kind of rethinking the whole TWIG thing right now, three days and I've only really been in Dublin most of the time LOL)
I guess we'll do that tomorrow, and I really need to get a sim card so I can contact the boy easily once we start class.

yep.

This post is rather incoherent because I'm awfully sleepy,
and hungry,
and my fingers are frozen.
I'd wear a cardigan, but the rest of me isn't cold.
Just my fingers.
and my nose.
-.-


Happy New Year again!




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TWIG : Galway and Goodnight :)

So I reached Galway in one piece around 2.45pm :)

Spent time catching up with Yan Qi,
getting to know her housemates,
and then Jovann came over,
and then yeah. we've all pretty much been just sitting around and talking.

Her housemates are awfully nice.

Oh, and we're going to Dublin tomorrow again.
I'd actually like to see Dublin from the outside of a bus, it does seem like a very pretty town.

And I'm practically collapsing with the need for sleep,
so goodnight everybody!
I'll post about Dublin tomorrow :)

We won't be going for fireworks anywhere tomorrow though because we wouldn't be able to get transport back to Galway if we did.
Oh well,
can't have it all eh?





~vid~

TWIG : Dublin

So I've arrived in Dublin!
Whee!
Arrived 1.5 hours ago, collecting baggage was pretty easy, and the customs and immigration people were really nice :)
Half-walked, half-ran to the coach park (also really easy to find...there were signs everywhere), just in time to miss the 10.45 bus. :(
Like it literally left just as I reached the coach park.
Got on the 11.45 bus instead. He's just left for Galway now :)) but we'll be making a stop in Dublin City first.
The bus has wifi, so coooool!

Although I should probably be admiring the sights instead of blogging rn.

Its so cold!
Was walking out of the airport earlier and was wondering where the smoke was coming from, then I realised it was my own breath fogging up in front of me.
:O

Got my Ipod in, with my Ali Zafar playlist, so I'm pretty content now.
Going to spend the rest of the bus ride staring out my window in wonder :D

Toodles!

~vid~

TWIG : Amsterdam!

Hello from Amsterdaaaaam!

Made it here in one piece. Hah!
So its currently around 6.35am here, and my flight is at 9.30am, so that gives me around 3 hours of nothing to do.
I'm sitting outside my gate because I really don't know where else to go, and I'm not hungry/thirsty so I'd rather not go sit in a coffee shop and waste money :/
So here I am, blogging!
Typing this out on Word first, because Schipol only allows free wifi for an hour, so I'd rather not connect to the Internet first..

And now I can hear someone whistling Tujhe Dekha in the airport, which is decidedly odd because I don't see any Asians around.
:O
Bollywood has infiltrated the West!
I mean, of course it did, quite some time ago, but wtv.

Everyone here is sitting around wearing their winter coats and all...and mine is just thrown over my arm because it really is hot here.
If I was wearing my coat right now I'd suffocate.
Getting alot of weird stares because I'm the only one not wearing mine.
Or maybe I'm getting stared at because I'm the only Asian person here.
Hm.

Anywaaaay,
I have alot to write about, so I'd best go in chronological order so I don't miss anything out.

Right,
So back at KLIA, we discovered they'd changed the aircraft to a smaller one, and so instead of being in row 15, I ended up in row 32.
Which was sort of okay, because I still had a window seat,
and the toilet (they call it lavaratory, wheeee! Haven't heard that word used in forever!) was just a row in front,
but I was sitting right behind the wing...
...not at all condusive when you're trying to watch an in-flight movie.
Turned the volume up pretty loud and yet still had to strain to hear what they were saying over the sound of the engines.

AND OMG WHY DO I ALWAYS GET STUCK BEHIND ABSOLUTE IMBECILES WHO RECLINE THEIR SEAT SO FAR BACK THEY'RE PRACTICALLY SLEEPING ON YOU?!
UGH.
Was hell trying to squeeze out from there to get to the toilet, plus my seatmate had 1467435544 things under her seat so I had to stumble all over that too -.-
I think I might have pulled too hard on the headrests of the seats in front while trying to maintain my balance.
Was kinda tempted to apologize, actually.
Like "I am SO sorry I'm bothering you, but I really have no choice because YOU'RE RECLINING YOUR SEAT TOO FUCKING FAR BACK, ASSHOLE!"

Oh.
See I've gotten ahead of myself here.
Okay, rewind back to the airporttt...

Alright, so back at KLIA, while I was waiting for them to open the gates to allow us to board the plane,
this random white dude in his 50's (? I think) decided to squeeze into a seat berween me and another lady,
and there really wasn't enough place for him, he was practically sitting on me!
And after a few awkward moments during which I was busying myself on twitter,
he decides to start talking to me...
...
...
...and doesn't stop!
Seriously, he talked about everything from his business deals in Malaysia, to how this time he was just accompanying his wife (a KLM stewardess) on holiday, to how he's not a huge fan of Ireland, to the Malaysian quota system...
(our quota system is an excellent topic for conversation btw)
He also slipped in ALOT of inappropriate but hilarious racist comments about everybody...the Dutch, the Irish, us Malaysians...and he was awfully loud about it too.
Spent about half an hour just listening to him. Was honestly rather fun though.
Oh and since his wife worked on the flight, halfway through the flight, circa 3am, she came over to confirm that I was the girl talking to her husband earlier,
told me to call her if I needed anything at all, and gave me a free toiletry bag (the ones they hand out in business class), compliments of KLM. :D
Its not much, but it was kinda sweet :)

I was actually kind of hoping there'd be someone at least half as chatty as him next to me on the flight,
but.
:(
There were two girls next to me, one Dutch, one Chinese, both of whom promptly pulled out storybooks and began to read as soon as they'd sat down.
Like.
Uhm.
Okay.
So I spent the whole flight alternating between movies, music and sleeping.
Watched Crazy, Stupid Love first, because I've been meaning to watch that since foreverrr,
and then dozed off for a bit. Maybe 2 hours. They had hindi music on the plane (Y) so I made a "playlist" of songs fron Jhootha Hi Sahi and Dabangg, and fell asleep to Sonu Nigam crooning in my ear.
Was kinda hoping for Mere Brother Ki Dulhan songs though, but that would've been just too good to be true.
Oh, and they served dinner. Which was awesome because I'd been starving within ten minutes of boarding the flight. O.o
Got up after a while and then decided to watch Source Code.
Didn't like the ending, they should've just ended the story with everyone dead.
But yeah, anyway,
tried to doze off again, unsuccessfully,
then gave up and debated on whether to watch Thor (hadn't watched that before), Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (they actually had ZNMD asjfgfhfkkhgh), or You've Got Mail (because it's one of my fav movies)
Settled on Thor.
Josh Dallas was adorableeeee with that beard and all! Eventhough his role wasn't much.
And who was that acting as Loki? Looked an awful lot like Jared Leto. And I preferred him to Thor :)
Thor was annoying.

Okay, then we finally landed!
Was so tempted to say I'd finally landed on European soil! but I guess it doesn't count because I'm just sitting in the airport,
not actually stepping out into Amsterdam. :/
Changed my watch time to local time, and was planning on leaving my phone on Malaysian time,
but my phone had other ideas and decided to automatically switch instead -.-

My departure gate is on the other end of the airport from my arrival gate,
took me 20 mins of brisk walking to get here wt
Thankfully, since its so far at the end, the toilets were deserted, so I could take my own sweet time cleaning my teeth and brushing my hair and putting my contacts in.
Just for the added self-confidence ;)
Breakfast was also served on the plane, so I don't have to worry about that either.

And omg its taken me a whole hour to type out this post, so I'm going to shut up now.
Pray I can copy paste this into Blogger or you lot will only be reading this post 7 hours later. :/


:D


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TWIG : Pre-trip

AAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Hello.
:D

So its like 6pm here, and I've just spent the whole day sleeping.
Literally.
Like I woke up at 12, ate lunch, repacked everything until I was happy with it,
(STILL 24kg though. That's insane. Thank God I'm only in excess of 1kg, hopefully they'll waive it off)
and then I didn't know what to do with myself so I dozed off til now.

lol.

I don't know how I'm going to sleep on the flight later.
Oh well, just watch movies until I doze off then or something.


Got alot of phone calls today morning from my aunts/uncles all wired up to give me pep talks.
Like don't be nervous,
be brave,
God is always with you,
etc. etc.

Guess that kinda put things into perspective for me.

I'm not going to war.
I'm just going to go to a different country for a semi-holiday.
-_-

I've been making a mountain out of a molehill for no reason whatsoever,
but oh well,
whats life without a little drama eh?
And I have dramaticism in spades. ;)


So yep,
I guess I will blog when I'm in Amsterdam.
via tablet,
although I'd probably type it all out first and then log on to the Internet and copy paste the whole thing into blogger,
because apparently
Schipol offers free wifi for one hour.

ONE hour.

I'm going to be there for FOUR.

-_-

So here's the plan,
get off the plane, find my gate,
freshen up or wtv (I'm hoping all that will shave off at least half an hour from my transit time), and then go find a nice comfy place to sit and type another blog post about my amazing experience sitting in a cramped position for 13 hours because I'm too much of a self-conscious prat to get up and walk around except to the bathroom,
and then I'd pull out my 'Have A Little Faith' by Mitch Albom and read it til they call for boarding.

Or, in worst case scenario that I've used up my one hour free wifi and I really don't fancy reading,
I'll pull out my laptop and use that for another one hour instead.

Yesh.
Good plan.



Everything's pretty much done,
except for putting this laptop in my bag and locking everything up.

Still not too happy about how I have to wear my nerd specs on the plane because 13 hours is far too long to have your contacts in,
plus I'm planning on sleeping at some point during the flight,
so leaving them in is a no-no.
Especially now since I've done ophthalmo already and the consultants have had their fun scaring me about all the infections/complications related to contact lens wear.
-_-



Oh, and the boy is apparently staying in his friend's house.
Not MY friend's house.
I suppose that makes it easier for everybody,
but his friend's house is about half an hour away from where I'll be staying, so I guess we'd have to work something out in terms of how we meet up for uni.

Yan Qi was telling me the rough schedules for the cardio posting yesterday..

Tutorials, wards, clinics, surgical theatre..

I was okay with the tutorials part,
God knows I need ALOT of help with cardio (I hate it, its rubbish)

But omg, just hearing "wards, clinics, OT"...I wanted to vomit.
ugh.
yuck.
It's like a legit physical reaction to hearing parts of the hospital mentioned.

I've only been away from the medical field for 6 days,
its far too soon to start even thinking about wards and clinics again.
:(
Oh well.
I'll just have to keep a countdown of how many days I'll have to be there.

14 days as it is.

14 days is survivable, right?
:/




Alright,
its 6.15 now and I really have to go take a shower and then get ready to flyyyyy.
We're leaving for the airport at 8pm,
flight is at 11.40pm (have I mentioned this already?)

So unless I'm lost,
I'm too lazy,
something unthinkable happens,

the next post will be from Amsterdam!


yaaay!



Oh, and also I've decided I'm going to chronicle my entire trip as Three Weeks in Galway,
hence T W I G as the title of this post.


AAAAAAAND I've decided I'm going to make a scrapbook as well :D

I've been wanting to make a scrapbook for awhile,
but I just never had anything to make it on,
and its ridiculous to make a scrapbook for no reason at all.
(Actually it isn't, but yeah)

Which reminds me, I have to go save all my checklists from being unceremoniously dumped into the wastepaper basket so that I can paste them all in my scrapbook.

Should be fun.

Although I'll probably only start it when I get back to M'sia.
Don't fancy carrying more stationery halfway around the world :p


Not sure if I'll print blog posts and paste them in the scrapbook too.
Bit ridiculous to,
but it'd beat writing it all out again.
And then ten years from now I can pick up the scrapbook and laugh at how much I drama-ed about having to travel alone.



Damn. okay. I need to shower now.
Buh-byeeeee!


Pray I land safely and I don't get lost and it doesn't rain in Ireland!

(even if you're reading this after I've already landed, you can still pray ok. I'm sure God can see into the future and sense your good intentions and give me extra luck on your behalf as well.
K?
K. Thanksloveyoubye!)







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Chal Dil Mere

In a much calmer state of mind now.
Got all my documents sorted.
And I have to repack tomorrow, because there are odds and ends that I've left out.

I've more or less accepted that this is really happening.

LOL.
I make it sound like a death sentence of something, don't I?
You're just traveling, Vidya, don't be such a drama queen!



So its 2.30am,
and I'm still awake because

1) I'm suffering from post-semester insomnia. I usually sleep around 3/4am during semester,
but the difference is that when I get back from class in the afternoons I usually crash for awhile before getting up and doing my assignments.
Back home, I don't have the chance to nap in the afternoons,
so over the past few days I've been becoming increasingly sleep-deprived.
And yet, I still can't fall asleep before 4am.
Habitual insomnia, this one.

2) I anyway have to charge my camera, Ipod, Mp3 player, etc.
I'm going to steal this picture.
Because I want it on my blog.
And its all over the Internet anyway, so...
(all copyright to the rightful owner though)






yep.





I've been wanting to post Jhoom up for a few days already,
but ...just doesn't feel right today.

So.

Chal Dil Mere - Ali Zafar




(yes this has morphed into a semi-Ali-Zafar-fan-club blog)

I actually watched this video first, and I thought he was singing an old hindi song,
and then when I finally looked up the original,
...its his song!
From one of his earlier albums (the first one if I'm not wrong)
And I do believe he changed most of the lyrics for this live version. (I don't actually understand half of what he's singing)
And how cute is it that Kat and Imran just suddenly start dancing along to his singing?
And the falsetto at 1.21.

asldkjskfh.


I love this man.



Alright.
The only thing left to be charged is my phone.
Which I shall do tomorrow.







OH AND.
I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T STICK TO THEIR WORDS.
ONCE YOU'VE COMMITTED TO SOMEONE YOU CANNOT BE FICKLE.
YOU CANNOT CHANGE PLANS TEN MILLION TIMES WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE MAY BE AFFECTED.

ugh.

This is why I like hibernating in my room.

I don't have to deal with people.




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The day before.

Fuck, my flight is tomorrow isn't it?

I sort of finished packing just now.
Might repack later, because I'm not happy with it. Can't do it right now because I'm in panic mode.
Again.
-_-
I think I was only calm for about a day and a half.

And oh my god, this is really happening.

I really am going to travel to a different continent for the first time in my life, and alone.
o.O
Lots of firsts.



Also, guess who decided to turn up today?
My period.
-_-
Its been delayed 3 weeks, and it decides to come today.
I suppose I should be thankful it didn't decide to suddenly make an appearance during the flight tomorrow or something.
I've been told the flow increases with altitude.
I'm hoping its just hearsay and that there's no truth to the statement at all.

And now, I can finally blame all my previous angsty/hormonal/whiny posts on a whole effing month of PMS.
I generally have PMS a week before getting my actual period,
(which sucks, but then again I have a fair warning...pros and cons, eh?)
and I got my PMS smack on time as usual this month,
but the period itself got delayed.
Add the usual one week PMS to the 3-week delay ...I've been in pain for a whole month okay.

Today was hell.

Took double dose of meds, which is the only reason I could muster up enough energy to pack today.

I'm so afraid I'll leave something important behind,
or I'll be lost,
or I'll screw up something at the transit/immigration,
or.
I don't know.
I suppose I'll be okay,
but aaaaah just let me be nervous okay? I'll be alright once I'm actually on the plane.
I'll be alot calmer.
Now I'm just going haywire.
Hence the incoherence of this post.

I honestly don't know what I'm typing.

Will probably blog while I'm on transit in Amsterdam,
because I have close to four hours with absolutely nothing to do.
mm-hmm.
Have to entertain myself somehow.


yep.
So.


P.S. Jea Mieeeee I love youuuu for saving my stories and sending them to me. :')



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