Bête-noir

I hate my life. In general.
Thank God, I have small miracles to be thankful for.
Like how I am blessed with the ability to be effortlessly amused.

And friends (of whom I can count with my fingers and toes).
But why do I loathe this reality so much that it ruins my self-esteem?

Make me fall

Oh, I passed my gen. surgery prac. by the way. I'm not satisfied with it though.
Then I had my Pharmacology exam. I passed. And again, I'm not satisfied with my mark.
General surgery written exam is this Tuesday.

In life, you are given many choices, and yet, why does it seem like you are left with none?

I am the half-eaten pear

Life is a lonely process. It's not so much different than day 1.

Personal Coma

Something's not right.
There's something wrong with today.
There's something wrong with me today. I can't talk properly, heck, I can't even pronounce some words correctly. I'm not my usual happy self after I showered this morning. I'm in a rushed state, even there is nothing to rush for. My heart is beating unnecesarily rapid, and I didn't even had any caffiene or sugary food.

Is it because of the flu? Or is it because of disturbing dreams I had last night?

Meaningless post.

Kicking and Screaming

Things that pissed me off as of today :

• The things in my room keeps giving off static everytime I touched them
• All of the fucking windows in the fucking lecture hall are opened and the cold wind from fucking sibera rushes in and chilled me to the fucking bone while the tattered sad excuse for a curtain is flapping like fucking vultures flapping their wings
• and no one bothered to close even one fucking window
• the hostel commandant
• my hair
• myself being a total klutz by bumping into things
• the things that I bumped upon
• songs from independant bands that doesn't make any sense
• alkaline trio. remind myself to delete their songs

I threw a tantrum. Then washed my hair and I've eaten (not my hair) after spewing strings of curses, kicking and screaming.

I feel way much better now

"More egg salad, dear?"

I smell of egg and mayo.
Note to self : no more potato egg salad

My heart is fibrillating (Not in the medical sense) and I'm a mess. I think I'm going to be sick