zenprodigy

My considerably short pseudo-holidays ended quite abruptly and life
resumes as it is, no more less than lightning pace with barely any
break time in between to even catch a breather; with the usual 2 hour a
day lectures (which seems like an eternity), vexatious PBL’s, piling
reports, ever-demanding CSU sessions, and not to miss out, the non-stop
elevating stress levels of which I utterly dread looking forward to. I
guess it’s pretty much high time to work my ass off yet again, hitting
the books, enduring late nights burning the midnight oil with little or no rest
at all, over-dosing on caffeine and my personal favourite, catching
forty winks during repro lectures. Farewell precious holidays and good
night sleeps, welcome to living a life in a modern day hell where
lecturers are portrayed as demons conveying medical jargons through
lectures, as a form of auditory torture for the sins that I have yet to
commit. Pure madness. Still, I am available for yum cha-ing outings
along with the occasional lunches, as well as a few sessions of window
shopping. Simply beep me. Grocery shopping included. I know someone is
very happy to hear that.

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I find that when I write, I make more sense than when I speak, not
that my writings are of any good as compared to the millions of
brilliant minds out there. I suppose it’s best to assume that I express
myself better in written words as to when I actually speak, or so I’m
told. When it comes to opening my mouth, I particularly tend to
complicate uncomplicated things like say, choosing the wrong words to
use and probably end up screwing up something when there can be
absolutely no way of screwing things up. My life is somehow closely
associated with making a mess made out of nothing. But, it isn’t
entirely my fault. Occasionally, or should I say, there’s always a time
when an unsettling presence out there with it’s sole purpose of
existence simply to disrupt everything in my way, comes my way. It is
plain annoying and it drives me insane, to the point where there’s no
telling as to what I am capable of doing. Murder? Nah, I’m not Jack the
Ripper, I don’t go around butchering people and ripping out their
intestines or hearts while mutilating the bodies with a surgical knife
just to feed my addiction for blood and gore. Let’s just say that if I
don’t bother to control myself, I’d kick that sorry son of a bitch in
the gonads real hard without any holding back or whatsoever.

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I respect people for who they are and I expect people to
respect me in return. Life is mostly about giving and taking. You can
take whatever you want from me, but hey at least, show me some respect
the way I respect you even if everybody else thinks you’re a lowland
piece of shit craving for attention to satisfy your gargantuan ego, for
I am not a mat on the floor for you to step on. If you consider
yourself a level above the rest, royalty perhaps, go ahead and be my
guest, it’s your life and it’s none of my concern, just don’t go around
stepping on my tail and pissing me off. Seriously, go bugger a dog or
two for the good of all humanity. Simply because I appear nice and all
doesn’t mean that I’m a nice person. In fact, I’m not even nice to
begin with. Just so you know, don’t fucking mess with me but in case
you do, do watch your tail, I bite.

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What goes around comes around, just you wait. Ciaoz.

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