Ok let me start with a real joke in collaboration with Reader's digest humour special. Yes I've read it already.
Once upon a time there was this Indian called Nut. He was sharing a room with 3 Malay guys. Every morning the Malays would wake up to pray toward their holy city at exactly 5 something in the morning.
So one day, Nut decided to wake up early to watch them pray. And then suddenly at 5 am he felt something wrong. The Malays were praying to him!
Now tell me how did this happen?
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His bed was facing the holy city!
Tada! That was the lamest joke ever told in the history of aerobic bacteria.
But its true, and this is one of the little storiues that I wrote in a note to post it on my blog later, but somehow I forgot where I left it. Never mind you can read the next few jokes on the following posts.
Ok back to my life. Life seems Ok at most, and my english draft got rejected like there was no tommorrow, and I just managed to re-do the whole thing more or less.
Anyway my classes are Ok, as usual I'm stuck most of the time studying or doing math(I got a B remember) and my nerdism is at 9.5/10 because I don't think I'll go back till Raya, so my parents tell me to go full steam ahead and study like you never study before.
And then only you get a 4.00, and MAYBE you can get to MU, if not then IMU twinning to US, or maybe some UNIMAS or some other lesser known medical school.
And once you get into medical school, then you have to study (again) like a freaking donkey, untill you graduate, and then go for housemanship, and work 36 hours a day for a year and a half. And then you work more untill you specialise, and then, by the ripe old age of 40, you can actually work 8 - 6, not 9 to 5.
And hopefully, you get to retire at 65, and you still get called up for super emergencies. For example the surgeon who just did another Mahathir.
And then you die and ask: Was doing medicine worth all the trouble?
And when you die the only people who will remember you are the people who you saved.
Now that sounds much better. Provided that you patients aren't dead yet, because most of them would die before you.
Anyway that still sounds ok. I'm not at the 'regretting what I done' stage yet and envying my lawyer and accountant friends YET, so I still have some motivation to go ahead. Just that everytime I hear someone go to UK or Aus to do medicine my spirit drops, because I'm here and probably doomed in this coutry for a LONG long time.
Anyway I have a question to ask. Will you migrate permanently after you graduate, or not? (please state job)
Anyway I have a question to ask. Will you migrate permanently after you graduate, or not? (please state job)
Anyway I have a question to ask. Will you migrate permanently after you graduate, or not? (please state job)
Anyway I have a question to ask. Will you migrate permanently after you graduate, or not? (please state job)
Anyway I have a question to ask. Will you migrate permanently after you graduate, or not? (please state job)
Anyway I have a question to ask. Will you migrate permanently after you graduate, or not? (please state job)
Ok I think you got the point. Post your opinion on my comments page.
Now back to my life again, I finally got a name for the immigrant guy who always comes to my room. Since he looks like a rempit and smells like kretek I'll call him kretek man. And to update you on the footwashing in sink, it's been going on as usual, with the boys queing to wash their feet in the sink before prayers, so I avoid the toilets at that time. And the food here is just as shitty as it has always been, but there's nothing I can do about that, so I think I'll join the Moslems to fast. No serious. I think, I think, the canteen will close during the fasting month, so I'll need a lot of cookies and granola bars to stay alive.
And then there's the story about Dao going back so good luck Dao and hope you eat lots of pork while you still can, or you'll die of a heart attack in the hospital, and I'll claim your grand piano in your will. And then everytime I play it the curse of the Dao will haunt the room with the most soothing music ever known, and then I'll be the next Beethoven.
Anyway also good luck to those who are taking their A levels (Cambridge) and make sure you get into Cambridge or LSE or whatever.
So with this, I need to go and print the English Project at another miserable price, and burn another few ringgit just sitting here in front of the screen.
So ciao!
-Pau-
ps I forgot something. Insult the Melayu!
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