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Monday, 18 January 2010

  • Y Is The Elastic Point

    So I wrote a whole lengthy, mature, composed post and then Mozilla Firefox shat on me and Xanga doesn't practice the save-what-you-write-when-shit-happens policy, so all my writing has gone poof!

    Just what do you want, world? What?!!??! Hasn't today been bad enough? Going to the clinic and hanging around idly without any patient or any dental chair when today was supposed to be my turn on the dental chair? I'm not blaming anyone for using the chair, but patients. Sweet mother of God, patients. Why must you be soooooooo elusive? Why can't you reply my messages if you cannot make it for your appointment, so that I can arrange for other people to come? Why must clinical life be so difficult, with patients and dental chairs and doctors being so hard to get?

    Life really shouldn't be this hard. Or are you bent on breaking me? I will not be beaten down. But it doesn't mean I am thrilled with life right now. I'm starting to lose the spirit to fight, although it is only one semester into clinical years. It's just so freaking hard. Tears are threatening to fall, but what good will crying do? I'm confused, angry, helpless, stressed all at the same time.


Thursday, 07 January 2010

  • A Flash of Nonsence Through the Brain

    Girls who are afraid to openly profess their adulation for other pretty girls are scared to be labeled lesbians. Girls who hate beautiful girls are just plain jealous.

    Just something that pops into my head while browsing through blogs studying. Last SOCA, I am excited yet apprehensive. Stressed, but that is expected.

    p/s: I don't think Megan Fox is beautiful. I'm not jealous of her. I just think she's an overated porn star-looking girl the world out there calls an actress. So sue me.


Sunday, 27 December 2009

  • I Had Envy and Admiration in My Mind

    Once again, I stumbled upon a friend's blog and was bowled over by the graceful writings and photographs. A blog which awakens the soul. I think I am very easily impressed by people who are artistically inclined. The way their right brain works the wonders that my right brain just cannot seem to grasp. The philosophy they see in every minute details of life. The ability to capture the essence of every moment. The way they string their sentences to make a fluid thought-provoking statement.

    Oh well, to each his/her own. Nevertheless, I cannot stop admiring the work; and thinking that I should really really grow up and write less crap.


    p/s: I'm not linking the friend's site. I don't need to give a reason.

Friday, 25 December 2009

  • A Letter To Santa

    Dear Santa,

    On this holy day, I would not be so materialistic as to ask for gifts like watches, shoes, bags or money. However, if you deem me worthy of such showerings, I will accept those as a mark of my respect to your graciousness. On this holy day, I ask for only two things - patients to fulfil my degree requirements and to be slim.

    Let me elaborate why I think I should be given these. Firstly, patients. When I get patients, I treat them kindly and meticulously and sometimes even pay for their treatment. They get nice teeth for free. They get nice teeth and they get to save the money to buy more food or treasures while I have to give up on my shopping escapades in the process. Not that I'm complaining, of course.   I don't know how much brownie points this deems me, but I reckon it should be quite a lot. As for the second wish to be slim, it's an attempt to more environment friendly. You see, to be slim, I'll eat less hence other people in Africa can eat more. I'll also be able to buy smaller sized clothes which translates into less synthetic materials being made which indirectly means less pollution.

    In addition to the good girl that I've been this whole year, I hope the above paragraph has convinced you to bless me with the two things I fervently hope for. In case you are lazy to read that many words, let me just highlight the key points: patients, be slim, a good girl.

    Thank you in advance for considering my request. Merry Christmas, Santa! And everyone else.

Saturday, 19 December 2009

  • Money Honey

    "Money, money, money
    Life's so funny
    In a rich man's world"

    This song is so true I tell you. Cut me the crap that money cannot buy happiness. If being able to buy what you so heart-wrenchingly yearn for does not make you happy, I don't know what to make of you. To put it in another way, if pulling your body away from the much coveted shoes gives you sheer pleasure, I'd say you are severely insane and are in no position to lecture me about the money and happiness correlation.

    I'll posit this: MONEY = HAPPINESS. full stop.

    Since I've not money to waste, I am a rather sad person tonight. Can see cannot buy. Can buy does not like. And then there's clinic tomorrow - the whole waiting-for-patient-to-come, waiting-for-lecturer-to-come, waiting-for-fortune-to-come ordeal- which swings the happy-o-meter very far left. Le sigh.

    Just because I wanted to justify my 5 hours of wandering in PVJ and not doing my thesis, I bought this zebra motif wedges. Kerching!! Rp170,000 gone. Did I love it very much? Not quite. Could I live without it? Most definitely. Is it very beautiful? Er, quite so because my feet are awesome like that.  However, the only reason I bought it was because I wanted to justify myself. A hundred and seventy thousand rupiahs worth of self-delusion. Next week onwards I will have to eat less.  You see, rich people do not need to go through such guilt and hassle!

    MONEY, PLEASE BE MY HUSBAND.

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    • Name: wizardp00f
    • Birthday: 11/11/1986
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    • Member Since: 2/18/2008

About Me

  • I'm a bookworm. The books I love best are those big and picture-ful. Best without words. I'm a Malaysian studying in Indonesia. I love to write nothings but I'm doing a degree in Dentistry. Dental students are supposedly nerdy but I'd like to think that I'm different from the mould. I can call myself a nerd but you can't. Remember that. This blog is whatever I want it to be. There's no theme (although angry rants are quite often seen, because blogging is my anger-management). If you want themes so much, go to a theme park.

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