I Am The Best (Bipolar?)

Dermatology posting has really made me skin self-concious now. And it sooooooooo does not help that Viki keeps looking at my face and pointing to all my acne scars and trying to describe them. And that Jewel keeps asking my RN number to put down in his logbook.

THANKS A LOT YOU GUYS!

I am so asking for some free retinoid acne cream next week.

Waddah took this picture in the dermato clinic;

And then she uploaded it on Facebook yesterday and just now, when I clicked on it, this came out:

OMG!!!!!!!!! I never knew I had that many fans!!!! Awwwwww..I love you guys all so much!!!!!!!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Darn, Facebook! Try to keep it real, will ya??? :P I need a reality check now. Heh.

Oh yeah. I am the most shameful friend anyone could ever ask for. I forgot Hannah's birthday.

Hannah! I am so sorry I forgot your birthday (again!). I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart. I got you a little birthday prezzie. I hope you'll like it! Again. I. AM. FREAKINGLY. SORRY. FOR. BEING. SUCH. A. HORRIBLE. FRIEND.

I love ya <3 Happy 23rd, gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow I'm going on a roadtrip..!!!! Hahaha. Not really. We're going to Pagoh for this Karnival Kesihatan thingamajic and to promote UPM. Ok la. Roadtrip jugak la tu.

Nerd Attack!

I Survived. Phew!

Yessssssssssss!!! I am finally free from the wrath of surgery!!!!!!

Not that surgery is a bad thing or something. It's just that surgery and I don't get along that very well. And I had to wait till the veryyyyyy last minute to finish my exam when everyone else had already finished a day before. At least my lecturer was really nice.

"Nadira, jangan kalut sangat. You examine je patient tu lepas tu present kat I."

Hahaha. Apa tak kalutnya..I really thought there wasn't going to be a shortcase on that Friday. Heck, I even woke up EXTRA late (around 12pm), took all the time in the world for a shower, even made plans with Waddah and Wani to go out to Times Square, got DRESSED to go out, and then suddenly had second thoughts like, Omg. What if Mr. K suddenly calls and wants to have the exam? So just as a precaution step, decided to wait at Damai until 2 or 3pm but had this really, really strong feeling there wasn't going to be an exam and instead of revising anything, watched this sweet Hong Kong movie with Waddah and Wani on Waddah's laptop and then suddenly a message comes in;

Exam shortcase at 2.30pm

Damn. Shit. Damn.

NO MOOD AT ALL FOR SHORTCASE!

But it turned out well, anyway. Mr. K showed us some interesting cases. Thank you, Mr. K.

And after that, even though it was already late, me and Wani went out and stuffed our faces with lotsa of food like there's no tomorrow because I was finally confirmed freeeeeeeeee!



I wanted to write what top and pants and accessories I'm wearing like in proudduck.com but I don't think anybody would care so kthxbai. Hahahahahaha. Shut up.

 Ok. So, not exactly free. Dermatology is starting on Monday. And, oh yeah. Pro 3 Pro 3 Pro 3 Pro 3 Pro 3 Pro 3........................................................................................................................................................

Psycho.

I'm pretty upset I didn't get to hang out with Yana one last time before she went back to Melbourne. Good thing we met up spontaneously before that.

Have a safe flight tonight, babe! See you back as a postgrad! (Lucky you ;p)

P.s. oops..my hair isn't black anymore ;p

Because I Am Very Sleepy

I keep dozing off each time I open something to read. Nescafe have long gone lost its role.
Should I cut my hair? That's my huge life dilemma now. To cut or not to cut?

In 2009



Very recently

Actually, my hair doesn't look like that anymore. I made it black again. Twice. The second time was mostly coz on that same day, I refilled my printer with black ink for the very first time and everything just started leaking eveywhere and my fingertips became all black (um, no, Ruhil, I don't know what's that *ahem* black blob *ahem* on the carpet *ahem*). No, I didnt colour my hair with black printer ink, if that's what you were thinking. I just thought might as well colour my hair black coz my fingertips were already black and I only had one glove. So it was an all-black-hand day for me.

K. Bye.

Smells Like Sh**............!!!

Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease can they just throw away that rubber mat in the lift in Damai and clean up all the sh*t underneath it! I mean, seriously...it STINKS! I would even sacrifice all my energy by climbing up the stairs all the way up to the fourth floor (and that's saying A LOT for a lazy bum like me) but we now can't even do THAT ever since the guys are in the same block as the girls and they closed the staircase between the second and third floor! So we are literally FORCED to go through TORTURE EVERY SINGLE DAY by riding up and down that STINKY STINKY lift filled with SH*T...LITERALLY!!!

The morning when the pipes were clogged up and the ground floor was FLOODED with the smelly water from the toilets, thank goodness me and Aina were wearing Croc shoes (okay, fine...AINA was wearing Croc shoes. I was wearing Croc-like shoes..haha) so while we were still annoyed by the fact we had to go through that smelly smelly flood, at least our shoes were water-proofed. And then we made a quick detour to Grand Seasons to wash our shoes in the restroom after making sure no one else saw us taking off our shoes and soaping them up.

And now it's almost a week and the lift still smells coz the water has seeped in through the rubber mat and so HOPEFULLY by next week they'll throw that mat out and get rid of the smell once and for all.

I mean, are we supposed to close our nose and breath in and out through our mouths each time we ride the lift from now on????? We are living in a he**hole of sh*t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, I went a little overdramatic there but seriously...you guys imagine yourselves being in a confined space that smells like an unflushed toilet bowl full of UFO's (unidentified floating objects) even for a mere few seconds (well, not really just a FEW seconds if you're from the fourth floor) and tell me how you feel then!!!!!

Oooooh. Look at this picture I edited of us in Kuantan. Isn't it perrrrtyyyyy????

Damn. Now each time I see this pic, I'll think of smelly sh*t. Shouldn't have put it in the same entry. Oops.



Okay, so I should finish off my case write-up now coz I promised myself I would not fall asleep until I finish it. Though the promise does not seem so promising now. Heavy, heavy eyelids.

Damn surgery, you're killing me.