Typical Lazaholic

A long long time ago,

There lived a girl who was very lazy.

And thus was named LAZAHOLIC...

(just trying to act fairy tale-ish ^^)

Anyway, the "fairy tale turns out to be true.

I guess that's why my mum believed the fortune-teller in the first place.

He must be so incredible to be able to foresee my laziness when i was still a baby!

So, he advised my mum to named me “美晶” （meijing) which sounds exactly like US dollar.

According to him, the 3 suns in my chinese name will make me very hardworking, but i suppose he miscalculated something which results to ME nowadays.

What a beautiful name!!

Oh wait wait... that reminds me of the fairy tale stories again...

There the fairies gathered and gave the little princess their blessings and agreed on naming her....

Stop right there. Day dreaming, stop!

Back to the main point...

I would never post this if i had not been insomnia. Since med school o had never ever had trouble sleeping. I sleep anywhere, anytime, anyway.

And i mean it!

In the middle of class. Right before and after class. On bus. Right after meal. In my bf's car on the way to date. On the way to church. On the way back from church. Etc...

I had no idea how i perform the art of sleeping and napping to such perfection.

Perhaps it is in my blood.

What to do??

So, finally i discovered my ONLY talent...

Amazing!!!

If it takes centuries of hard work, careful planning and incredibly brilliant brains to build any of the 7 wonders of the world....

Then it will have to take millions, billions, trillions and whatever-llions of miracles for a direction idiot like me to drive ALONE from cheras to monash!!

It had to be recorded in the Guinness World Record, for heaven sake!

Firstly, i would like to use this opportunity to thank my bf for making me memorizing the turns and traffic lights and signs boards, and bridges however fruitless his effort is.

And it ended up with me the amazing artist to produce the map of the century...

I can assure you that you can reach monash without getting lost if and only if you can read, understand and follow the map!

LOL... ^^

Thanks for reminding

If you had known me well, then you should have known that it forgetfulness and absent-mindedness are so typical of me.

Well, this time it is not about me being forgetful and absent-minded.

It is about how I think.

I was sad and regretful.

Guilty and gloomy.

Disappointed of my own performance and bad luck.

Regretful of what I did last time.

Sighing of my bad luck with interviews and scholarship application and etc..

I am falling into a trap of endless self-pity.

However, a word from the mouth of a sister in church enlightened me.

"You should be grateful. There are some that can't continue their studies as they can't get a scholarship. But you can. You have a great dad that is able to support you financially."

Thanks for reminding.

I never think of that.

At that moment, I just want to phone my dad and tell him how much I love him, how much i appreciate him and how grateful I am to have him as my dad.

I nearly cried out.

I phoned him up.

And he replied: "This is my responsibility."

Yet, he had done it too well.

I always get the best from him.

I will never be lacking.

In the phone he asked:

"When are you coming back?"

"This coming Saturday."

"Is there anything that you want? Tell me and I'll buy for you. Have you tell mama what you want to eat?"

Although he had told me the same thing many times before. But this time, it came with an overwhelming feeling of love and concern that touched me deeply.

Thank you, papa...

the simple truth

Men are from Mars.

Women are from Venus.

Why?

Why Eve who was created from Adam's rib bone can be so different from him???

Only God knows...

But i suppose that makes two people one.

After all, opposite attract, alike repels.

Scientifically, the differences between men and women can be summarized by some Simpsons terms.

Still don't get it???

Don't worry. Me too... Hahah... ^^

It simply means,

This

and this...

How they think (i mean where the data are processed, obviously)

Ahemmmm....

determines what they see and react.

She never get satisfied with how she looks.

He never satisfy with how she looks.

She screams and shouts and squeals when a needle pokes her finger.

He acts cool when he had his wound stitched.

She can squeeze pimples for hours without wincing.

He screams and yells like nobody business when you squeeze his pimples.

Alright, enough with the reactions.

Men and women are merely physically different.

nowadays

Nowadays, everything has a formula, in order to STANDARDISE everything.

Formula 1 car, formulated drink, formula to cook rice (rice with water filled above the palm level when placed on top of it) etc...

Today, my friend taught me a formula.

How to draw a pig.

By the way, he is a primary school teacher.

Here it goes...

Formula = (small circle, small circle, big circle) x3 + small circle, small circle, circle-circles...

It works quite well, as you can see.

* In future, when you notice there are actually some people so naive to think that pigs actually have round ears, then you know who their teacher was.... ^^

( Definitely, NOT me. I am innocent)

Here are some of the random sketches I drew during my service this morning to keep myself from falling asleep.

thoughts for the day

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. - PHILIPPIANS 4:6


In prayer you ask for things and give thanks for things. Why? Because you recognize that God is the author and source of all the good that you have had already, and all the good that you hope for in the future. This is the fundamental philosophy of Christian prayer. The prayer of a Christian is not an attempt to force God’s hand, but a humble acknowledgement of helplessness and dependence. When we are on our knees, we know that it is not we who control the world; it is not in our power, therefore, to supply our needs by our own independent efforts, every good thing that we desire for ourselves and for others must be sought from God, and will come, if it comes at all, as a gift from His hands. This is all luminously clear to us when are actually praying. In effect, therefore, what we do every time we pray is to confess our own impotence and God’s sovereignty. The very fact that a Christian prays is thus proof positive that he believes in the lordship of his God.


**When I pray, I recognize that all good things are gifts from God

theory on shit

It feel so nice ( = ecstatic + relieve + happy + everything that is positive ) after expelling out the excessive weight I carried in my body after being constipated for some time.

I am sure all my room mates agree on that, for some reasons. ^^

Which then makes us LOVE to show off after our BIG business in the toilet each time.

And weird enough, we are proud of it. O.o

Eventually, I came to a theory on shit:

有吃有大便，没吃没大便，

不是不大便，时候还没到。