Oh rly?

People are afraid of different things, but all of us share the same fear at some point of our lives. Perhaps most of us still are, we do not realize it, or choose to deny that we're afraid of change. Changes that affects our lives, that we do not know if it'll benefit us, good or bad unless we take that leap of faith. It is in the norm that we always want the good stuff, but it is always the fear to take that fall that prevents all of us to make that change.

We are afraid to fail, make mistakes, disappoint, accept criticism, ridiculed. Afraid to be ashamed, hurt and even afraid to seek for love. It is this fear that drives us to depression, anger, sadness and regret. The fear to change, to live outside the comfort zone, to give yourself a chance to be a better person.

We look at other peoples success and happiness and we question "How did they do it?", looking for tips, advises and shortcuts hoping that you'll have the same. We often forget, maybe clouded by their wealth that they too had bad times they had to deal with. We are always looking for happiness never sorrow. We are hypocrites, knowing that there's no such thing as a free lunch, yet, always hoping for one.

We should challenge ourselves to take that fall, rise up and do it all over again. There will be wounds, deep wounds sometimes. It take time to heal wounds, only time, and time is what we youth have in abundant. It'll be one hell of a journey and a story, because when you're old and fragile, you'll laugh and you'll be happy because you're satisfied that you led a full life, because the change you made, made you into a better person. And it'll be one hell of a story to tell , and they'll remember you, they'll remember that you're a great man who wasn't afraid to make that change, to make that great change, changes you make that will inspire them to face their fears, changes that will make them into a better person.

Make that move and take whatever that comes, even when all hell breaks loose you deal with it . Instead of living the rest of your life, regretting that you didn't.

Now... most of you already know that I love my dogs. What you guys DON'T know, is why I love them.

Here's one reason.

My dogs are killing machines. You're crazy, is what you're probably telling me now. But being the person who prides himself as a person of truth and justice, I have with me, photographic evidence of their act in the massacre of the monitor lizard.

Now you see.. the next question you'd ask is.. "Where the hell did you find monitor lizards?", of course I could reply saying that also being the biologist that I am, I'm naturally inclined to see nature having fun at my backyard and I therefore lured them there, but it'll also contradict with what I said ealier about how much fun I get watching my dogs ripping its gut wide open. I'm starting to think that I've developed a interest in watching things die. Which kinda makes sense, since you can only cut it open and observe it's internal structure while it's dead. I'm gonna be one hell of a biologist.

Without wasting anytime, let me show you photographic evidence of their act.

On the top left, we have with us Subejct Killing Machine #1, codename: Baby @ Xiao Boy. Don't let him dumb appearance fool you, he is dumber than he actually looks. Infront of Baby, we have us Killing Machine #0, codename: Dude, who is in charge of lead operations, tactical and strategy. And infront of Dude, we have with us, uhhh.... the monitor lizard who is playing dead.


A close up of the scene revealed that the monitor lizard did not die from the jaws of Dude and Baby, there wasn't even a puncture to the reptileous scale.


So I dug a pit and buried it alive, and proceeded to stomp on the ground to make sure it doesn't crawl out.


And Dude was happy about it. Awwwww... Love ya lots too <3.

-The End-

Okay.. so I a bunch of things up. But it was a nice story right?

Bastards in the hospitals told me that I had to have the cast on for 3 fucking months. Easy for them to say, all they do in the tiny office is to look at X-rays, talk like a 80 year old grandmothers and watch porn when no one's around. Psssh. No wonder everyone wants to be a doctor these days.

I'm so lost right now, I don't know what to deal with first. Starting to feel a little suicidal.

Has never been so interesting.
Bullshit. It ruined my plans for the semester break.

It was a Thursday morning and I decided that I'd go back home to Klang cause I felt like shit staying in coll. Meh... things started to bother me again, so I thought that it'll be better if I spent the last few hours studying back home for my last paper on Fri. It was fun walking all the way from my Coll to the LTR University Station 6 in the morning and took me about 45 minutes and almost my life, which I blame it on the lack of sleep or rather no sleep at all the previous night. The fun didn't end there, I walked all the way back home from the commuter station.

Here comes the interesting part.

I was on my way back to UM after dinner, bought my ticket and heard the train coming. So I ran up the stairs and back down again, only to see that the doors were closing and the train moving so very slowly away from me.

"Fuck." I said. Then I took a tumble for what reason I don't remember. Stood back up, brushed myself clean and tried not to make any eye contact with anyone. Then I realized that my feet felt a little weird, I looked down and found out that my feet was bend inwards. Like any other self respecting man that worships Jack Bauer, I thought to myself,

"WWJBD (What Would Jack Bauer Do)"
"He'll kick his feet back in place and start kicking terrorist ass."

So I tried to bend it out back without much success. Then I suddenly realized that I wasn't feeling any pain at all. No pain wasn't good, so I called my sis, hopped up the stairs, back down again, got my ass into the car and I was on my way to the hospital.


This is how I looked like when I was first admitted, having fun on the wheelchair.


This is me after a few minutes.


This is how my feet looked like.

After the diagnostic test the doc sent me to get a cast done, I took off my shoes and this is how is it looked like.


Try comparing it with your leg. Now look down, see how your limb runs all the way down to your feet. Ouch! You got that right.


So I got back to the doctor and she says that I got to get admitted, cause they can't just snap it back in place without having me sedated. In other words, they were just too chicken shit to do it. Back in the ward the Orthopedic doc told me that I have 2 joints dislocated and that it was very easy to get the ankle dislocated but very hard to get it back in, told me to expect surgery if they couldn't do it manually. He also told me to forget about tomorrow's test, which I was delighted to hear about. During this moment my body went into shock because there was too much fluid around the dislocated area making it swell. My sister got scared seeing me shivering violently every few seconds and went away. Which meant no pictures.

So I started to make calls to get contacts to inform them of my possible absence tomorrow in the exam hall, while dealing with the pain in the ankle, the MA trying to insert a line into my veins THREE times before he got it right, a painkiller jab, the occasional shock and signing documents with my LEFT hand while still in shock.

After a while I was wheeled back into the cast-making room where I was sedated and fell asleep faster that you can say "OH SHI-!". The next thing I knew, I was feeling my underpants. Seriously. The first thing that came into mind was "Those bastards stole my jeans!" not realizing that there could be far worst things that could have happen other than having my jeans stolen. I got home at midnight and didn't care much about the leg. I had the exam the next day.

Now that the exams are over and done with, got my stuff back home from coll. That leaves me with nothing to do.


Thank you fate. I'm so going to cry soon. Ass.

And I got a damm good reason for that. You remember your parents saying that what you do as a kid decides what you become in the future? Well... for that reason, it is absolutely, totally, safe to say that I rule.

See it for yourself, I've got proof.

I even had my own evil laugh going on there. 'Nuff said.

I'm so proud of myself. *Sniff*