teaching?

i admit i'm not a good teacher.
i don't have the ability to construct things in my mind.
most of the time, i'll just let my brain talks. whatever comes, goes out.
okay, not really my brain coz most of the time, my mood talks.
second thought, not really my mood talks. at least, not actually (and by that, not literally. i mean, not the literally "actually").
it's more like-

fuck that. malas nak explain.

point is?
out of 3 presentations, only 1 goes well.
pharmacology? sial la ko yaser. you fucked up the order. fuck you.
anatomy? sial la korang profs. i know it's late but try to LISTEN to what i'm gonna say for fuck sake. but seriously, i like how u guys tortured my teammates.
biochemistry? smooth...

and i've always used the enthusiastic, mad scientist style when presenting.
you know, going all out agitatedly about things i've found.
or was it like a 10 year old nerd with his bottled ants in a show and tell?
whatever, i found it doesn't quite work out well.
or should i say, doesn't always work out well.
but that's the easiest persona i could use... T_T
oh well...
2 more to go.
physiology and microbiology.
*sigh*
what a drag...

and babi la ko tamer. i pay for this internet so please don't fuck up the line.

don't mind me. -_-

sometimes, i do wish people would be talking about me. don't care what will it be about but just mention my name please...

though most of the time, being invisible is the best way to go through everyday life.

not that i don't have self esteem or some other motivational crap.
just that it's easier to ignore other things and being selfish when i'm invisible.

sounds pathetic eh?
let's rework that shall we?

goddmanit!
how i wish i have an invisible potion and some amnesia magicathingie so i could do anything i want without facing the consequences.
dr. jekyll and mr. hyde.
now that's evil.
too bad you got fucked up by that chemist store. lulz!
what? hollowman?
he's just a stupid pervert.

the grass is always greener on the other side...

fuck that.
its pastel colored. taste awful.


changes changes changes.
i hate changes. but i change.
i can. i could.
but i don't and don't wanna.
sometimes i do. i should.

exceptions exceptions exceptions.
always an exception.
sometimes exceptions.

procrastination procrastination.
from exceptions. bad exceptions.
changes that just. wouldn't. change!

bad caffeine! stop twitching.
NO! don't go yet!
there's still The Exam!

augh...

decisions decisions decisions.
to change or not to change.
to except or not to except.
whatever...

knock knock.
fuck off.

another caffeine induced, pre-exam pondering.

i've just realized many people around me have their own blog.
and i felt a somewhat, conformed feeling.
and it totally grossed me out.

conformity.
had this little chat with a psychology student friend about it.

and i denied it. at first.
wtf?!
a subject learned by these psycho students and i've denied what they had been learning since when i don't know.

ok, fine. i lost in that debate.
i do seek for conformity.
it just that i don't really care of what those people really want to conform about.
fuck em. who cares?
and yet i just felt conformed.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo..................................


damnit! 4 more hours till exam.
THE WAITING IS KILLING ME!
sial la redbull/bison/whatever ni.
waktu aku nak stay up dia tak jalan.
the moment i don't want it, there me go trembling and awake!


self note: buy bison instead of red bull. save LE3.

fuck my previous posts today

and i know this would totally bust my anonymity but
thanks ika!
your blog just gave me loads of links that lead to my subjects for my current social observation.




fuck this. exam in 5 hours and i can still waste time on my bored projec-
oh...
habis study dah.

GOD!!! PLEASE LET ME RETAIN ALL THOSE KNOWLEDGE FOR TODAY'S TORTURE SESSION!
(baru skarang ingat tuhan. subuh tak nak bangun...)

and i thought she would be an interesting subject for my next observation

turns out not.
at least on a quick, lazy, second-thought glance.

now only left that guy.
though he is not really a good subject.
i would risk myself being assumed gay. (not with the kind of society i'm in. TOO BIG of a risk. senang je kena fitnah. ok. that was an assumption. :P)
and this particular subject is not really the kind who i could get to know without jeopardizing my intention. (not that i care of.)

well.
at least it would be a good social training.
now, how should i do it...






XD
take that fuckers!!!
full of assumption shits!

how i couldn't help but RAGE!!!

something insignificant.
BUT...
when there were secrets involved,
FUCK YOU!!!



no.
screw me!
should have seen that coming.

lul!
how hypocrite is that?
a selfish bastard who took seriously a stranger's opinion. (not even a voiced out one.)
oh wai-
honest pulak dah dia...
(hey! just being honest to myself. :P)

CONFESSION TIME!!!

i hate rich people coz i ain't one.
i hate powerful people coz i don't get their power. (i mean, authority kinda power. not superpower power.)
i hate it when people near me are better than me.

how i wish i could be born into some kind of royal family, or have a not so distance royal blood relationship.
but that could means like i'm somewhat disowning my family...

no!
better idea.

how i wish i could be a dictator of the world!
not necessarily forever. a week would be nice...

i don't know what would revolutionaries feel when plan fails but for certain,
i do wish i could feel what they would feel (or felt) when there is/was revolution!
viva la resistance!







lul! weird huh?

i miss my psp...

nazmi! bagi balik!!!


funny tho how being sick can do lots of things to you that you thought wouldn't have been possible.
for example, sexual drive.
i do feel MUCH less horny when i don't have any appetite and spinning head.
for 3 days.

and i realized i've been skipping more on deep thinking (lul! more like daydreaming) and instead, more urge to do assignments and actually do it.
ok, not really do it. maybe till the brink of doing them.
though the rantings just wouldn't stop.

and I WANNA USE MY WASHING MACHINE!!!!
1700 cash just flown away and i still can't use them to wash my wears.
ape lagi la yang korang nak buat.

tanggang, oh tanggang.

today it's my mom's birthday and it was her who smsed me about it.
derhakanya aku... T_T

no seriously, i do feel sad.

09 december = mom's
18 february = dad's
?? may = nazmi's
?? march = udin's
?? ?? = ika's

how much more screwed up can i be?
i couldn't even remember my family's birthdays...
only time could tell when will i abandon my own birthday.


and sick sick sick.
why must out of all days, it just had to be today.