Life

I've been mistaken as Edward.I've been mistaken as a 16 year old guy.And i've been mistaken as a Korean guy.Yes,i've been here for the past four weeks,homesick,most definitely.
Its half past eleven now,and i got my hubs (anatomy and physiology) class tommorow morning at eight a.m.Residents here are studying their arse off aiming for medicine,so as to compete with the other 1500 fortunates one.The life i led and chose now somewhat seems ...so different.Surreal.
And now im in the middle of the study room,as the name of the room suggested,i should be studying at this time too,similar to those 'try-hards'.But i've found time to blog,cause im just too tired of all this fast-pacing,never ending,say no to halt of pathway of life.
Dunedin is definitely a town composed by university students.Every head turn u took,its always related to the campus.Fun? Ya but in many different ways.The town,is definitely small,no huge malls,no fancy diner places,churches,gardens are everywhere.Serenity? Hmm...not really.Lets face it,its a town mostly full of students,its their gateway of freedom when they step into the uni.Dodgy places do exists here,abundant of them.My last visit to the Mcdonald was more to a shock,full of drunkards,students flooding in,half conscious,dressed up to the worse.There were sleepy security guards standing at the doorway,firmly as if they were the bouncer of the fast food chain (can u imagine tht?)
'Are you Alice in the Wonderland?'A guy randomly asked a girl dressed up as Snow White.She,then,pulling her long face and said No.She did it in a funnily manner,judging the way she dressed up too,she must be drunk.They introduced
themselves in the middle of the queue.
Another couple was seen fighting with a bunch of girls...about their orders.The whole shop looks run down,with chairs n tables upside down.As crappy as it is,the cashier who took my order was in his best of manners.Haha...
Its been a stressful week,and i had seen tht coming but never going.SO much to blog about,so little time.Till then,doodles~

An LRT ride

For the second time in my life, I lost the LRT card.

And unlike my previous time, this time my recklessness cost me RM7.80! That’s worth four trips to Hang Tuah already. Not to mention I’ve already paid the full amount to return to my station. So now the battered thin piece of fading blue card is worth RM7.80 huh?

Perhaps they encounter this problem almost on a daily basis that now they have raised the price for people to learn their lesson. So I asked the staff if I happen to find the card later can I come back to refund my money next time?

She looked at me and gave me a firm NO. =.=”

*rummaged through my bag for one last time*

Fine. There, RM7.80, take it. Stupid card. Not that I ever find it afterwards anyway.

Went to Bukit Jalil Golf & Country Club today with a bunch of British council (BC) friends whom some I have not met for ages already… Shiuann is going through an operation soon so we take this as an opportunity for another gathering. I hope everything goes well for her. Photos will be uploaded after I got them from Jeremy and Clarissa.

PS: I think the RM7.80 might be my punishment for guiding a young decent guy into a train moving in the exact opposite direction of his intended destination. It wasn’t done on purpose. I was never really good in directions in the first place.
I hope he realized not more than a few stations away as he looked like he was in a rush. Hahaha….

The End of the Tough Sem...

When I finally got through and logged in, I scroll down. Slowly.

Then I saw it, my results. For a moment, I was elated. And also surprised, since I thought I could have done better for Financial Management. But that was all it lasted, a moment. Usually the joy can make my day. Now I can even suppress my desire to tell my parents about it, which is not usually the case for the past few years.

I have a feeling that they won’t feel much about it now, just like me.

I guess that’s what they mean by taking things for granted, especially when they have occurred more than once or twice. Either that or I have finally realized results are merely there to show how much you’ve worked for it. When the process has ended, the results pale in comparison. Perhaps that is why we are so much more relieved when the process has ended than we are happy or sad when the results are out. This is particularly true when we are talking about academic results, which do not guarantee success in other aspects of life.

It is time to improve myself. =)

bad day

im sad im tired im pissed.
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