It's almost over...

1 year of work is almost done.

I can hear the victory dance coming.

Just one more article, one more form to fill and get signatures from.

And I'm ready.

To declare that...



My FINAL YEAR PROJECT IS FINISHED!

Wooooohhooooooooooooo.....

I know... I know... I'm suppose to be studying since the 'big one' is coming up in less than 2 months.

But cannot tahan. I just have to get addicted to an anime, and being ketinggalan zaman by 2 years in that.

For you anime geeks out there, introducing Fate/Stay Night, an anime adaptation from a game.

Saw it a long long time ago in AXN but only managed to download the series now and watched it in a 3-day marathon.

Bloody sad, but very good story line (and also short! Only 24 episodes! Why?!??!). The only lammo side about it is the cheesy parts that is suppose to be funny, though there are la.

Who would have thought about King Arthur being actually a woman? And knight king Gilgamesh an annoying womanizer? (had to go through Wikipedia to find out the true history)

Kept on wishing that the ending would have been better tho. Saber(one of the main character) should have deserved better. It bloody hurts to rethink and replay back the ending (3x!), but reality have to set in after denial. (don't want to spoil ma, watch the ending yoursef)

And a definite A++ for the good background music and songs.

So A DEFINITE MUST WATCH!

Excuse me... Lemme go get my tissue.

*Warning: Geram post ahead*

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Is there no more room for imperfection?

Must one have to be all-perfect in order to the conform of one ideology, one social standard, or one materialistic concept?

Where was the days when being imperfect is norm, that to submit to imperfection that relief is actually found?

To be perfect is as if closing our minds to things ever-changing around us, and that's where catastrophe comes in. People begin to think that they can rival God.


To be frank... I hate bullies who think they are so perfect, and taunt others who are not-to-his/her-view as perfect as them.
I hate it especially when the person being taunted is me.


When I didn't know something, they (yes, they) will be shouting and lecturing their heads off, screaming "Why you don't know? You should know!", and not teaching me the correct thing.

Or saying the words "Don't disappoint me..".
Wtf. Why the heck did I disappoint you in the first place? Just because I didn't know some things?!? Just because I wasn't "up-to-standard" like those you think that are perfect!?


But when I do know some things, they'll just keep quiet and leave in a huff, waiting to taunt again another day. Or to contradict me and say that this and that is wrong, despite the blaring evidence that it was already scientifically proven.

Where was the humility in being a veterinarian as I previously come across it before when I was young?

It seemed to me that egoism has taken a serious hold of small animal practice ideologies.

There's no more "for the sake of the patient".
Instead, it's the "I am great. And you're not".

OMG.... Woahhh....







I got Michelle Paver's signature on my Outcast book!

It's real... it's authentic... It's ori and spicy.
I can even see the green ink seeping through the back of the front page!

WOHOHOHohohoho.... And I just realized it today after buying the book yesterday.

I didn't know at first 'cos it was wrapped in plastic and I just grab it in MPH and quickly read through the contents without flipping through the frontpages.

SEE!! SEE!!! SEE!!!
*crazy final fantasy victory dance *

(Sorry la for the poor image. Used phone's cam, wat to do. Not kaya enough to buy new digicam on student budget)

Serious stuff first, considering the ongoings of body snatchers running amoks.

I don't care if this post sounds controversial, but as a human being I'll said what is rightfully mine within the context of the constitution.

I'll stress it here like the way Uncle Peter did:

If I were to suddenly die today, I would like to reiterate now that I have never renounced my current faith in Roman Catholicism. I have never converted to another religion, specifically Islam. I have never practiced what is required of good Muslim men women. I will believe in Jesus Christ as my God and Saviour till my very last breath.

AM a Proud Catholic. That's one of the main reason why I'm wearing a crucifix, as what was advised by an old Indian aunty in a La Salle home when she was telling her stories of how she escaped the war hiding in parits but still worrying the day she would die but not be buried as a Catholic.

Should I die (*choi* touch wood), I just want to be given my last rites as a Catholic despite having a name that sounds so much like a Malay.

Imagine all the fuss my dad have to go through during his uni days, being lectured by the uztaz for not fasting during the puasa month when in fact he's a Christian.

Like the way Uncle Peter said it:

So, please Mr. Body Snatcher, please leave my corpse alone. I am not of your faith, never will be. If you have records to prove it, I assure you that those are forgeries. Having my body does not guarantee that you have my soul. Let God and God alone be my judge and punish me for my sins. If I have to go to hell according to your beliefs, so be it. Whatever, it is , let my remains rest in peace. My final wish is to be sent off as a Roman Catholic. That is the least you can do for a man who can no longer speak for himself and stand up for his rights. That is called respecting the dead.

Faham?

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