Its May already…
Am I the only one who realizes this??? 4 months have passed since 2009 began…
It’s the middle of my semesters… mid sems were a drag… the most memorable moment on the exam week was this:
Radiology Exam starts Monday 20th april, 10.30am…
9.30am: okay…. Enough sleep… get up n go get ready…
10.00am: reach campus grounds… waiting in the lecture hall fer the exam to begin..
10.35am: it should have started by now…whats going on???
10.40am: sum bloke from administration came into the lecture hall…
“KAMU GAK DIKASI TAU YA… UJIANNYA GAK ADA… LANSUNG U.A.S”
(weren’t u informed earlier? There are no exams for this subject. U will only have this as ur finals… )
10.41am-8.00pm: !@#@!@#$%$#%^%%^&^&**&^&(*&^$#$%^&*&^%$#$%
U don’t know how pissed we all were… the thing is on Tuesday is a KILLER paper. Oral biology. We could have used more of our weekends to focus on it…. CURSES… memorable… but CURSES!!!!
2 weeks of misery went by… on top of the misery, our lab sessions still had to be done…. We are now learning the painful process of root canal… I was starting to hate it… I cant explain to you all the details coz… well not all of u use the internet to “learn” ryte… I mean, facebooks, YMs and Blogging beats learning anytime… (Prove me wrong….) but all in all we had to remove the dead stuff in ur teeth, clean it out n fill it in with whatever it is to cover the hole we made… there… that’s all u need to knoe… wanna feel smarter??? Go google it n tell me what u find okey…
Bottom line: its tiring…
I told my mum I was doing this and she said:
“yeah, I never did like it either… ”
So how do I get by??? By remembering wat that turtle in the movie kung fu panda sed: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift, that is why its called the present…. Whooohooo… thank you Master SheeFoo…
By the way… I just found this nice song… Its by a band called Stone Sour… sorry if I may seem a lil bit left behind on underground band issues but I think their song is cool… check out the lyrics on this one… its called Through glass….
I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
How do you feel? That is the question...
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like
Paper dolls and little notes, you can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in, describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart - but never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises - null and void instead of voices
Before you tell yourself It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen
I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
And it's the stars, the stars that shine through you
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you
I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
And it's the stars, the stars that shine through you
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you
the lyrics... man... where does the writer get all this...