this site sucks.

I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend the other day.
We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic nights we
used to enjoy together. I couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd be
interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that "magic".

Wow!" I said. "I don't know if I could keep pace with you now I'm a
bit older and a bit balder than when you last saw me."

She just giggled and said she was sure I'd "rise" to the challenge.
Yeah." I said. "Just so long as you don't mind a man with a waistline
that's a few inches wider these days!"

She laughed and told me to stop being so silly. She teased me saying
that tubby bald men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a
great lover.

Anyway, she giggled and said, "I've put on a few pounds myself!"

So I told her to fuck off.




LOL. Just LOL.

Spider-Man 3 & Batman: How It Should Have Ended

hanya di malaysia!!

Please, for the sake of good humour and patriotic nation-bashing, read this. Oh my goodness I laughed till my love handles jiggled themselves away.

In my personal humble opinion, I don't think the crowd mistook the cop for a thief. They just wanted to get some revenge on corrupt malaysian cops and they all probably got their porn from that vcd seller, so if he got caught, no more prawn for them. that's my theory. I dare anyone to oppose me.

In response to tim's placenta-induced post, I say that nothing says "good morning!!" better than a river of meconium-stained amniotic fluid straight to the face accompanied by a hysterical yelling mother screaming bloody murder, pissing and spraying faeces at anyone within range. ahhhhh obs. nothing takes away the shame of the exposed human body parts like staring down a vagina for 4 hours yelling "push push push you can do itttttt!!" like a bloody cheerleader. just hand me my pom poms and gay red vest. go raven go go go raven.

and then digging into the placenta to look for bloody 3 vessels and flipping the dawn of the dead rejected prop (because it's too gross) like mass around and making sure it's intact.

honestly i have no more shame. the other day i was eating a muffin with my left hand while my right was gloved and covered in lube, just before examining a woman. no i wasn't in the room at the time, the labtech was drawing blood. but it didn't hit me how gross it was until the nurse saw me and said "that. is. disgusting." "huh? oh... er... right..."

enough about obs. i don't know how anyone can do it for a career. i like my women to retain some form of mystery.

i'm now convinced that we all go through a quarter life crisis of sorts. symptoms?
lack of self confidence, prevailing self doubt
feelings of helplessness
feeling lost
overwhelmed by responsibilities
overwhelmed by "everything"
dealing with bills
refusal to face responsibilities

in this great journey we call life, there are a few defining moments in each of our seperate roads. the quarter life crisis, of which i am about to write a thesis about, seperates the wheat from the chaff. Depending on how you come out of it, you either end up as a confident, mature, well rounded human being, or you collapse into a blithering placental-like mass of self-pity and regret. might not be so dramatic but you know those 30-yr old guys who sit by the road and go "phhhhiiittt phhhiiittt awek awek". yeah.

some days i wonder if chia ming or han nien are still alive. i wonder about sk too some days but i just saw him in burger king the other day so i'm convinced he hasn't crashed a plane somewhere yet. yet.

but hn? trying to get a hold of him is like trying for an audience with the agung. maybe tougher. bros before hoes, my friend, 2B4H.

tip of the day #1

never ever wear your favourite white nikes to delivery shift. fuck.

call me mr ong.

i'm still alive me mateys. i'm disappointed in the lack of updates to this blog. you guys can't possibly lead a life less eventful than mine. or the converse, you guys are living it up and cbf keeping me updated. i spit on you.

final term of the year, baby catching time. just call me the delivery man.

time for my rant. i think everyone will agree that some women need to do some landscaping before they come and see the doctor. i mean, don't you at least mow the lawn when you're up for a garden show? which begs the question how the hell do these women get pregnant so often if it's a bloody tropical rainforest down there. i'm not just talking about which man would derive any pleasure in sticking it into a big mound of hair but how do you find your way around in there? not to mention the fauna that might be festering between the fronds. in any case, if you have a gynae clinic at least put on clean undies and take a shower.

the other end of the spectrum are the ladies who get a bikini wax and wax their legs when they come in to have a baby. it just makes me happy to not have to put my hand through all your pubes to do an exam. just the other day i clamped the umbilical cord along with a wad of some lady's pubes cos they just kept getting in the way and i cbf picking them out.

on a side note, i just got an invitation to a mate's wedding in melbourne. go lance. at the same time, you realise that we're years behind what other people are doing in their lives. my peers are married, having illegitimate kids (not lance), working.. and all i do is lie in bed and ruminate on my prospects of passing the next exam. the next time i move i'm not going to buy a bed. you know the shows where some morbidly obese dude lies in bed all day because he can't get up and about? that'll be me in a few years' time if i keep this up.

oh ya happy birthday mr wong wei jin whose sister just got married so congratulations to her too.

WHERE IS EVERYONE?

lectureboys are dead.

now it's only +weijin left
gg

At Grace's request

And with her approval -



"23 yr old female seeking older male for long-term loving relationship. Must enjoy long walks in the park, sunsets, expensive dinners(paid by you) and pina colada. Must be taller than 5 foot 10. Snazzy dresser is a plus. Must NOT have bad breath or play computer games or hairy arms or inner-thigh hair. PM @ Louder > you"

haha

ali g is funny lol
and posh has a hot smile here

lol harry potter.

something you don't get to do to su-ann every day:

su-ann says:

u've read it?

su-ann says:

i bought the book already

su-ann says:

just dont want to start yet

timo says:

harry potter dies

su-ann says:

fuck you tim

ooouuuuyyeeahhhh

A man can dream.

congratulations dundee

In case you haven't heard, the first bunch of M103 has already crossed the elusive longkang that Seng Keat and the one legged grandpa seemed to be in an eternal race for.

I'm talking about the Dundoonians(sp?) who are now officially in Hippocrates' long and overcrowded list of great-great grand-students. May the lives they come across smile brighter, the scalpels they wield cut sharper, the audits they write compare a lot of data, the blood they draw drain faster, the venflons they put in stay longer, the rectum they PR smell nicer, the vaginas they PV look nicer, and the medicine they prescribe is always the right one.

I guess this event just reminds the rest of us undergraduates how close we are to crossing this longkang. And if we are to trek till the end of this long and winding road, we better put in our last ounce of strength into every step in this last stretch of a mile.

But don't forget to enjoy the remainder of your student-hood cause as we all know all work and no play makes Jack an overachiever with no friends.

brb.


updated: actually, Seng Keat did one better. He flew over the longkang. While wearing aviators. And kauing stewardesses. Did you know that stewardesses is the longest word in the world that can be typed on the keyboard using one hand?

this is stupid.

howdy my dear friends. i love you all. but you guys have really got to start writing stuff. even brissieboys (lol) getting more updates than this. what have they got that we haven't? other than someone singing and guitar.

Back in KL!

Since this blog is as dead as the cat lying by the side of the road, I've decided that people should reply to this post on when they will be in KL and for how long. Also to contact me a.s.a.p. I don't care whatever happens call me! 012-3040535...

Ps: Especially nooby lena and cm who has promised to meet up...

Infernal Minds - 12 - Cinematic History

Note: some parts may not make sense unless you've seen the previous strips of Infernal Minds

exam break 5

Exams, shmaxams.

There's time enough to do things like this.



Pirated from brissieboys.blogspot.com, and you know that the lbs + wj are low on inspiration when we pirate from other ppl's blogs, but this picture is JUST TOO BLOODY FREAKING BLARDEE HAM CHIN PENG TURTLE HELLO KITTY WEE LITTLE FURRY BABY BUNNY RABBITS HUDDLING IN A CORNER ANIME SHOOOKAWAIINEEEZZXXX CUTE that I feel obligated to showcase it to as many people as possible.

SO CUTE RIGHT don't you just wanna eat them both.

oh, by the way, happy birthday hn and <3 san.

hohohos from Haliiiiiiiiiiiii

la la la.

after a week of what i'll call impressive teh tarik diarrhoea, i'm finally doing what i was supposed to do last week - show up in icu. i can't help but whinge cos i'm dragging my ass up at 6 am-ish every morning and getting home round 7.. and i have to be in bed by 11 just so that i can get up again the next day. my day consists of trying not to fall asleep at handover meeting, finding things to do and pretending to be busy (i.e. copy patient notes), and trying to sneak back into icu without having to get buzzed in cos my keycard is only for show. i'm glad i didn't give it back last year, i get a staff discount for lunch. i digress.

you know what everyone in icu needs? a bath. they should just add soap to the sprinklers that come on when there's a fire. or soap em down first, then turn the sprinklers on cos omg the smell of sweat not to mention dried saliva/sputum/snot/gastric contents/csf.. no wonder people wear gowns and gloves. they just forgot masks. and air fresheners. and deodorants.

it's strangely peaceful in icu when everyone's stable. coma looks so relaxing. obviously, traumatic head injury and other weird and wonderful ways of achieving coma-nirvana is not so relaxing but sometimes you can just see a smile on these people's faces i should think. the down side, of course, is that your friends and family bawl their eyes out. most visitors pretty much hold themselves together when they come in. it's only when you step out of icu and see the people breaking down in the corridors that it gets depressing. i turned up the volume on my ipod and zipped up my jacket and walked damn fast. 3 days of icu so far and i've seen my first big emergency. no matter how innocuous it is, med students are notorious for breaching patient confidentiality in our zeal to show off what we've seen. i'm keeping mum. but it was damn gaya. except me. i stood around and tried not to trip people over.

lastly, if i ever have to choose between a model and a nurse, i'd go for the icu nurse. i don't see how these girls can come in here, sit in the room all day and sponge people with faeculant material coming up their nasogastric tubes. and talk to them while doing it. clearly, they do other things too, like turn on the lights, and brush their teeth for them... but watching them treat someone with such respect and care makes you realise no other stranger will ever be that nice to you. so if you're a nurse, call tim. fat people need not apply. nor ugly people.

there you have it. icu in a nutshell. the song i posted makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time. i am that emo.

music.

Doggie Heaven

more random articles

go go read this now now now nownonownow


inspiring-nya!!!
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Why can't I BE DOING a research project on a topic like this?

OMG.


I wonder if there was a medical student attached to this study. LOLz.

click here

you know what?

liverpool sucks.

yo ho ho.

today i pretend to be a GP. goddamn bloody video assessment of gp posting.
it's bad enough to pretend to be a doctor, i have to pretend to care for patients who are pretending to be sick in a pretend clinic.

empathy is assessed by saying the empathy line™ "it must be terrible for you" without chuckling to yourself or having a smirk on your face. i don't see why we must be assessed for our empathy anyway. if you turn out to be an ass you just have to deal with people hating you. no reason to fail med school for not being able to say a convincing empathy line™ . that aside, i'm pretty sure i'll fail for not knowing how to treat sinusitis, or telling a patient to go home and take some panadol when he has MI. oh well, nothing like killing someone to teach you what to do.

ok back to bed.

i hope my pretend patient in my pretend clinic isn't too pretend sick.

These are for Tim

I hope they brighten up your day the way your macabre wet blanket humour brings such joy to the lives of countless funky smelling old people crapping themselves.

is it just me or does alanis morisette have a scarily huge mouth? Can eat a baby's head one bite. chomp.

btw those are the original singers of the song, they're a band called "da vinci's notebook".

aY chihuahua!!!!

cockroaches

woah there have been a flurry of posts as of late so i think i'd better contribute too! here is the cockroach picture as promised

the bloody sons-of-bitches are IN the microwave display. how the fuck do we get them out?! and how did they end up there in the first place anyway. shit.

ok that's all from me now.

bloooody.

i touched someone else's blood today.

gp had to remove a massive scc on a fella's back and being the nice dude i was, i helped swab off the blood that was pouring out without wearing gloves. there was so much blood it got on my fingers, under my nails, all over. only having 3 pieces of gauze on hand was not the smartest thing i've ever done. seriously, this is not helping me get over my abject terror of blood. the other day, i went to see a delivery and the smell of blood lingered with me hours after it. i don't know how anyone else does it but don't you feel that the smell of human blood makes you retch.

i don't faint or anything. i'm manly that way. but sometimes it gets to you and after that lunch, dinner etc all tastes like blood. i've been checking my fingers for blood since and it's been 4 hours.

don't get me started with the knives.

Steyr AUG-A1

Anyone remember this baby from back in the day? It was my favourite gun (an unusual choice, but one I stand by and defend to this day). Yes, the cybercafes were full of the sounds of gunshots and explosions instead of 'Triple Kill!'s and 'Holy Shit!'s.

Incredibly, this drawing is 6 years old. The smudges and black spots are due to the carbon from the paper being absorbed into the plastic card sheath I put this in.

Ah, Counterstrike. Rest in peace.

(Nothing much to do with lectures, except back then it was a good reason for skipping class I suppose)

i just like this video

seems that we don't do enough stupid things anymore. the great species slackes maximus has become all but extinct, phased out by the cunning anals studious and the much more dominant mustogettopostgradjobus and it's mate, mustomakeomoneymus.

sigh.

Infernal Minds - 2 - Better Judgement

Since Tim says this blog is boring, and it's about 'loving' lectures, well...
This is an old one. The others are on my own blog, but they don't have much to do with lectures or the lectureboys.

random stuff coming through my mail.

wow this is really a boring blog. anyway i just got this in my uni email and thought i'd share the stuff i get sent.

"Benjamin Roberts (a PhD student in the School of Animal Biology) is
missing. He was last seen on Sunday 22nd April (but may have been on the
UWA Campus at 6.30am Monday 23rd April). If you have seen Ben since
Sunday 22nd April, please contact Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000."

no idea who benjamin roberts is but it makes you wonder when a grown man suddenly goes missing on uni grounds. this is not a hoax btw, i mean the uni has got his photo posted up and stuff. so yea, if you see benny bob here, call the cops.

do the lectureboys still go for lectures?

when was the last time someone did?

how's everyone?

it's early in the morning and i'm cold and bored so i thought i'd do my part to keep this blog alive.

sometimes i sit by myself and i wonder how everyone else is doing. i picture everyone having the time of their lives, sitting together for lunch at the lawn, hanging out after a long day in uni, going to town during the weekends, the things you picture life to be like in the movies. i like to think everyone looks beautiful, the sun brightly shining, and for no particular reason everyone is smiling. no one is worried about exams, medicine is easy, and old people don't smell like mouldy cheese. we'd pat people on the back because we haven't seen them in a while and we'd cry when someone wants a good cry. the seasons will be beautiful, rain will only fall when we miss the smell and when the plants need watering. we'd live life tomorrow would never come and yesterdays were long gone.

today i might be sitting here by myself who knows what will happen tomorrow. i might find myself lost in the hospitals. i might spend my afternoon in the park, with some good music and a good book. who knows, someone i've not seen in a long time might come to visit and we might go to the beach. i want to taste the sea in my mouth. i want to feel the sand between my toes. the shells will crunch under my feet and there will be sand in my hair. people will stare or they might not even care but at least i will feel alive again and remember how everyone will be doing in their lives.

maybe we have been caught up in our daily routines and the little nuances that every day brings. maybe we have been consumed by the bitterness of things who rub us the wrong way. maybe it is us who are the grain of dust that gets in someone's eye. or the smudge on the favourite tshirt that you don't want to throw away. or maybe we are like the bricks that make up the wall that you don't see everyday but still walk around, insignificant, but a stone in the path just the same. all the same we have become intricately woven into the tapestry of life by some higher power. cliched as it may seem, do we get to choose which thread that run by our sides and which thread falls across our path? today i may cross swords with someone but tomorrow they might be the one that picks us up when we lose our way. we have already determined our lives when we chose to go down this road but i like to think our profession will not define who we are and who we will be. the people that you meet and the imprint that they leave will someday be the very thing that lets you choose between right and wrong, between living by principles or pushing the boundaries. some dude once said it is not about who we choose to be but who be we when we are chosen. some day we may be asked to be accountable for all we've said and done and can i honestly say i've done right by everyone? can you?

i guess up to this point i have lived a life of frivolous ignorance. i believe myself when i tell myself that i have lived up to this point with no regrets in the decisions i have made. some day i will look back at the times when someone has cried because of the things i said or the knives i stuck in their backs, and i will not remember. i will see everyone happy, smiling, maybe crying and laughing at the same time and i will not remember the hurt on their faces. they will look beautiful. they will have pretty makeup on because i have forgotten how they look without and they will be well dressed because i have forgotten which hideous fashion disaster i made fun of. then maybe, hopefully, they might have forgotten the times when i rubbed them the wrong way, and the times i crossed their path and made them cry. they might even remember me even if i was just a brick or a stone that they ignored every day.

so tomorrow i will get out of bed. i will picture all my friends living their happy little lives in their happy little world and i will think that during some part of their day they might have time remember me. i will sit and think to myself again and who knows what else i may think about then.

time for class. have a good day.

LB ownage

this is how you own an LB. more specifically LBHanNien.

captain ashton

my turn to convey my congratulations to captain ashton tan SK.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this is the largest font on blogger)

nothing to report from auckland. life is pretty much the same. still skipping lectures ala IMU, keeping the IMU tradition alive!

congratulations captain ashton.

grats seng keat - first lectureboy to leave IMU, first lectureboy to make something of himself. the skies will never be safe again.

Just in case you guys don't know...

I graduated! *shy*

psych is driving me crazy

yalar I know the video has nothing to do with the title.
Must make sense meh.
Just watch lar pan.

Lemme tew you stowy. Happened to me and my friend as we were walking to dinner -
You know you're in a cold place when you walk out in zero degrees celcius, look up and around and go, "eh, today so warm warn..."
OH CANADAAAAAAA

and with this post, the tranny photo of tim is finally removed from the front page. So I feel obligated to replace it with an appropriately gay photo dredged up from the past.



Check out raymond's ferociously gay face enjoying it. And tim looks so girlishly cheeky you can almost hear him giggle like a little japanese girl.
"heehee mun-mun ah.... hihihi"
"mmMMMMmMmMMMm...."

going through that album, I re-stumbled upon a photo that, unbeknownst to all but mr fate and ms destiny (or however that goes), was a prophecy of things to come.



Yes, Lena and cm spend much time in toilets nowadays, if my sources are right. And she's standing over him most of the time.

"ouuuu!!"

yay.

howdy friends, i'm back. well not really, but i'll just say a few to remind you people of your dear friend you left behind in perth. short of flaming each other, we can only whine about our daily trivial pursuits and mundane achievements. i guess i'll entice you with a short story regarding my exceedingly bimbotic actions.

so last week i wake up in the morning with a weird feeling in my gut. as i got into my car i had this nagging sensation that i had not checked the water levels and engine oil in my car since the last service. i don't know what in the hell possessed me to think that water is self-contained in the radiator and wouldn't evaporate, leak, vanish.. the temperature was not up, but then it was not at '0' as it usually was.

halfway on the way to hospital i notice steam coming out of the side of my car. strange as it seemed, it only appeared to happen when i stopped at the lights. next lights, boom temperature hits dangerous levels and my normally manly balls shrank. called my mechanic he tells me not to drive it anymore otherwise i might be looking at 3k or more in repairs if i blow up the engine.

long story short, i've been taking the bus + train to the hospital for the past week. it's good fun to travel one-and-half hours there and one-and-half hours back and to be at the mercy of wind and rain. thankfully, the only weather i've had to endure is 40-odd degrees of heat and sweltering melanoma-producing sun. so that's me, 2 shades darker, twice as bitter. oh, and by the way, i drag my ass to hospital every day to look at little kids drool over themselves.

awesome.

chinese new year in perth.

Happy Chinese New Year! Woohoo!

Yeah, I know it's in 2 weeks' time but hey it is never too early to wish everyone HAPPY C-N-to-da-Y!!! Actually the reason I'm so excited is because I'm about to graduate! You say what!!!!??? Yeah, graduate from this dreaded kampung land of sweetened food! Well, hopefully before CNY. Only 10 hours to go. So everyone, please pray for me! Pray that I'll finish before CNY, and then I'll be able to return to civilization where there's foosball, internet cafes, gambling, booze, chicks, friends, family and loved ones!

WOooohooooO!!!! I can't wait!!! Sorry for those who doesn't understand my feeling. Come over to Kelantan to stay for 2 weeks. I dare you MOFO! If you can survive then I'll cut my.....my....diiiiic.............................................tionary...*lame*

Anyway, who's in KL for CNY? Let me know!!!

From a Random.

Ah, yes.
The lectureboys.
I still remember a day so very long ago when Chia Ming noted with some sort of strange fascination that I could, in fact, smile. Apparently he had previously thought it was unconceivable that I could do so.
Next, he proceeded to ask me if I wanted to be a lectureboy, and informed me of the qualifications (you must be good looking, funny, and skip lectures). To this I replied with a lengthy 'Righhhhhttttttt....' which, if you think about it, was no answer at all, seeing as it doesn't actually give any indication of whether I accept the invitation or not.
Which is how you find me here today, listed under 'Randoms'. So am I a lectureboy? I'd say more or less I'm like Wei Jin. Status: debatable.
In more recent times, LB Ming (anyone notice that LB could also stand for Ladybird?) asked me to write a post for the LB chronicles, and so here I am wondering what to say and somehow having managed to type quite a lot and yet say nothing at all.
Yes! Wonder at my awesome ability to fill pages with words that amount to nought. I am your King.

Sorry, while it's all fun and games for the LBs to pick on each other, I shall refrain from doing so myself since I am technically not one of them. And so this post will have to be quite boring.

But I will say that Chia Ming, having not DotA-ed since forever, came back and proved to be a nublet.

Methinks it is time

to find new things about each other that we can make fun off.

Cause seriously, the GI "F" grade, the dropout from medical school now flying around the world, and the usmle rejection are old old topics whose humour has been squeezed and wrung absolutely dry. Drier than tim's outlook of life.

The recurring themes are getting boring, gentlemen. Though for sure, those are the events for which we will be most remembered, the time has come to look for new materiel. LB-hn + LB-tiM seem to be the only ones we can't find recurring themes for, and for that, I praise their diversity and unquatifiable variability.

Either that or they've just been so boring that we can't think of anything remotely interesting to make fun off. <3 san has even renounced his playerhood, taking away the silent killer topic we loved to comment upon. gasp.
Whether tiM renounces HIS playerhood remains to be seen. This should be interesting.

hoho

God forbid that we become boring.



Let the new flame wars begin~
*cue inspiring music*
(press play to cue inspiring music)

DOPPLEGANGER

We live in a world of 6 billion odd. Surely as unique as our DNA codes us to be, I believe that eventually, due to the power of dice-rolling, there will be somebody out there that look a lot like you and vice versa. Raymond has found his evil twin. Incidentally, he's a korean movie star. Cheers.






(don't ask why there's a romantic song together with this video. wasn't made by me damn it)

His name is Lee Dong Wook.

What ya think? Looks like our Choy Wai Mun?
LOL.

The Top 5ive Lectureboy Screw-ups

Being lectureboys, our road trip on this highway known as life is very often marred by potholes. Some of them were just bad luck but a huge chunk of these very memorable moments are very much of our own making. Here, I present to you the top 5ive lectureboy screw-ups.

Coming in at number five, getting an F for the Gastrointestinal summative exam.

Exam failing is something we always huddle around talking about over a warm glass of teh-o-ais, but beneath the farce of joke making and "you're-so-gonna-pass-and-i'm-gonna-fail" conversations deep down in all of us we want to top the next lectureboy in exam results so we can smugly feel good inside. It's called the competitive drive but truth be told, we're all damn kiasu.

LB-Ming will forever be remembered as reaching a peak so unattainable and a bottom so unreachable that from that point onwards, no matter how well he did, his friend would look at him and say, "AT least I didn't get an F in the GI exam." to which he cannot reply and then will hang himself under the ceiling fan.

+WeiJiN comes in at number four when he failed an exam he didn't even sit for. As avid readers of lectureboys, I'm sure most of you would have heard of the now familiar story which depicts how USMLE (the US' exam board for medical undergraduates) owned him.
Granted, and to be fair to the people that fail it, it isn't a very easy paper. However, he wasn't even ACCEPTED to sit for the exam. A privilege which is granted to EVERYONE else and ANYONE who would apply for it. Our hearts go out to him. Being rejected is his greatest fear so it's really sad how things turned out for him.

LB-Keat's departure from med school comes in at number 3. However, because personally for him he's currently in a much better position than he was, this wouldn't be categorically a screw-up. That is if you believe in long runs and bright sides and all that jazz. But due to the nature of how he got there, which is to record-breakingly not study at all for the finals of semester 3 then yes, this is every bit deserved so don't argue.
And I say record-breaking because trust me, no one else in the history of the university would ever so fearlessly do it the way he did. He's the one person I've met where his laziness is > his fear. Cheers.

Our bit of history so far sounds like we've been mostly shaped by our academic achievements, or lack thereof. Which is awful. No one should ever be gauged wholly by their ability to pick the correct answer in MCQs. Which is why I want to prove to you that we do screw up in a lot of other non-academic situations.

LB-Nien comes in at number two when he missed his flight to Queensland. I don't know what the reason is or whether it was anyone else's fault. Nor do I intend to find out so that I can unjudgementally tell a story. All you should know is that Mr.Nien, whom was supposed to leave Msia on a date that was set since he graduated a year ago, didn't.
And because I don't know exactly why, let me just embellish it to say that he forgot to apply for his visa.
His mum, whom my heart breaks for when I send Han Nien late home every night, marked it down as the most stressful event in her life when everything was ready to be flown to Australia. Except her son's travel status.
So given the extra few days to loiter around in Malaysia, instead of rushing his application, he decided to go to the cyber cafe and play computer games.

Well, I suppose he's in Australia now so it's all good. Cheers.

while we're on the topic of swords

reproduced from www.sevenskulls.com

Tim? our collectives thoughts are with you and your mother's emotional state. Eh ask her to pray for me also.

exam stress.

2 months to study for a supplementary exam, and here i am. alone in my house, 20 notes in front of me, 12 hours from my exam. last minute cramming, the only way to prepare for exams. incidentally, it was chia ming's birthday yesterday. so i bid thee many happy returns.

i'm bored and eating kfc in front of my com. so i thought i'd go through an in depth study of the lectureboys' philosophy in approaching failure. hopefully, we will all gain some insight.

a wise man once said, "if at first you don't succeed, try try again. if you don't succeed the 2nd time, try try summore. if you fail again, there's always resit." after many many tries, that man is now studying to be a pilot.

another wise man said "at least tim failed respi before i failed GI", nevermind that he got an F. in his defence, he did own the shit out of me in respi. he is also the wise man that said procrastination is like masturbation, which got us into this predicament in the first place.

our 3rd wise man breezes through exams, occasionally coming up with abstract thoughts like "such is love" and "<3san". he is, quite possibly, the only lectureboy that does not know the meaning of procrastinating. it is not implying that he has a limited vocabulary, but that he has yet to truly exhibit the action of procrastinating.

where would any mention of voltron be without a shoutout to the sword! wei jin, of course - "if you're not prepared for an exam, why take it at all!" 365 days later, he's still preparing for the USMLE that he was supposed to take last year.

my philosophy? cram everything before exams and hope my mom prayed enough for a miracle.

we didn't forget weijin

just in case u were wondering where weijin was while the rest of us were forming Voltron... he's the sword!

happy new year.

when the lectureboys get together, they do two things.
1. form voltron, like so:



and,

2. take group photos, like so:



apparently, there's a new voltron formed with vehicles, sort of like power rangers.

in any case, it was good to see everyone again, and although i didn't go into an emo fit like chia ming and had a hugfest, it still tugs at the heartstrings when you know you're not gonna see your friends for another year. everyone seems to grow up so fast i feel like i'm left behind. wow, that sounded so gay.

last but not least, the quote of the year (and possibly years to come):

"do fish have ears? no la, they have gills." - lavinia, bimbo extraordinaire