Yes, I'm still alive.

No, I'm not dumping this blog yet.

I know ... I know.
It's been months since my last post. Been very busy keeping up with the hectic schedule of being a junior vet back here in Kuching, and an occasional uncertified IT consultant and designer. Well, who says being a small animal vet is ever easy in the first place? My life currently is on basic mode; work 8.30am to 5 pm or even later while facing the 'karenahs' of some clients and people, driving home through a 20-30 minute traffic jam, before finally collapsing on the sofa and sleep all the way until the next day when the whole cycle continues on.

And I just had a revelation on being a clinical pharmacology lecturer. Or a parasitology researcher.

Sigh.

What should I do?!?

Blargh ...

especially before convo this October.

LMAO! REVENGE OF THE GRADUATING VETS!

Extracted from Reader's Digest May 2008 Life's Like That

Every senior class at our school brings with it a new senior prank.

Recently, a group of students let three pigs loose inside the school.
They were labelled Pig #1, Pig #2 and Pig #4.



School officials quickly rounded up the three pigs but spent the rest of the day looking for Pig #3.

LOL!

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JUst something to fill up this empty blog.

Will be posting up Grad Nite photos when I manage to grab some time to edit and STABLE LARGE SIZED INTERNET CONNECTION later.

5 years of slaving, toiling and sweating blood through the DVM course, thnking of how to survive all the way.


6 months of continuous worrying and book-worming, braving the pelting criticisms and sarcasms, dashing any hope of breaking it out and push it all away.


3 weeks of paper writing horrors, heart palpitations before sitting in front of a panel of external examiners, anxiety about recalls, failures and having to repeat another semester.

Finally, 1 result to determine it all.


It's official.

WE ALL PASSED!!!

AND THE 2ND BATCH TO DID IT WITH 100% PASS!

WooOOOoOOhoooOOO!!!

THANK YOU GOD!

No one is left behind too!

P.S.: Just to tell you la, Alex, since you asked me to announce it in this blog. Hehheeee...

I should be a counselor, a psychotherapist.

I've been the listening ear for problems ranging from crashed crushes, cinta rindu-ism until to the point of hating ones parents, starting from the day I entered form 1 (I'm not bragging or anything, it's the truth!) and it goes on till this day.

And now, all these things are crushing me in return.

Maybe that's why I'm quite emo now.

I got no one to be my wet blanket, cos I'm everyone else's wet blanket.

I'm the one buying the chocolates, I'm the one handing up the tissues.




But when I choked up over something, there's always that reaction " I thought you are strong!
And you're crying? " -_-"

And I can never find the person to talk to seriously. It's just... too hard. I did a few years ago, but well, things backfired.





But I'm human too. I want a chocolate and a tissue also.

Sigh.

Maybe I should not be one. The weight is crushing me already.

P.S. This is just one of those emo posts, and one of those days when things are just ... depressing.

1 okay-okay essay paper done,
1 bloody-freaking-difficult MCQ paper done
(after much silent cussing throughout the whole paper with all the unexpected questions like GENETICS and AQUATIC MEDICINE!)

4 more hurdles to go.

3 "Interviews"(quote from Prof Ali) with the examiners before being actually allowed to grad to be a vet.

1 much-anticipated results (crossing fingers I can pass)

God... please let me pass. Please don't let this 5 years go in vain. God ... please......

Tomorrow is the start for a penultimate series of 5-years-worth of vet and agriculture exams.

Guess the severe stress hormone release got unto me that got me into a severe headache-&-highbloodpressure-indigestion-vomiting session since yesterday.

Bloody hell. How am I to memorize the whole feeding regime for a bloody lactating cow?!?

God, please give me a stronger back and healthier head to go through this. Just another 19 more hours to go...

9 days till doomsday.

Oh happy day...du du du...

My honey darling bunny....

I MISS YOU...

I missed your smell every day ever since I left.

Your sweet touch on my tongue.

The lingering spiciness you placed on my lips.

The beautiful joy you gave me since the day I know you.

I miss you....

MY DEAR LAKSA SARAWAK~

(curied from mum_mum.com)

Sniff...sniff ;( ... Almost one year didn't makan aredi...