the return

holaa everyone. im writing again at last! xm was horrible actually. but well, what's done is done. no point regretting over the spilled milk (unless the milk spilled into another jar/glass in which case you ought to be super lucky, or if u are an extremely unhygienic person who dares to lick the floor for it.) the mcq for surgery used the negative marking scheme (i.e. minus one mark for each question that is wrongly answered.if u leave it blank u got zero mark) it's like 'head i lose, tail they win' kinda situation.no, it's more like 'head i lose,tail im dead' kind. i have no choice but to know my stuff, which was the hardest part for someone so slow n lazy like me. medicine paper fortunately did not apply this ridiculous scheme.but, hell. i still ended up guessing almost half of the answers.

enuff with xms. my car got caught in flash flood recently.happened the night i was supposed to go home for raya holiday.couldnt be more dramatical than that. i was all-excited bout the prospect of celebrating eid with family for the first time after three years. really i was. but when i saw my car half-covered in that stinky water, my heart sank along.worse, i ve put my bag at the back seat earlier that day. luckilly the water hadnt got onto the seat just yet . but missing it just by inches - not more than two i'd say. now then, if i opened the door, more water would've flushed in.my only option was to climb through the booth to retrieve the bag. i did it. I HAVE TO CATCH MY BUS NO MATTER WHAT.I WANT TO BALIK RAYA. the thought of walkin through the thigh-level flood again made me sitting in the booth for a while. i started callin people frantically then.yep,still sitting in there;p. n started crying(erk) the moment i croaked my 3rd words(i did try to neutralise it by some weird forced laugh,not workin so well though).it was embarassing really. but, put ur self in my shoe. i dont know what upset me more. the car or the flood or my wet legs(talk about all the germs!! yarckkss) or the almost-possible possibility of missing the bus that nite.
to add up to the misery, i tripped and cut my knee n my trousers koyak kt lutut, which made me look like a pathetic rugged-looking homeless girl. tapi tu la, dlm bencana ade cahaya. i dont know what would hv happened to me without all the helps from people around and not so around me.. thanx alot. n yes in the end, i missed the bus, but alhamdulillah i survived. i bunked over at angeline's place that nite. she and her boyfriend, kean yew(also a good friend of mine) picked me up from the scene. i finally went back to temerloh the next morning , sib baik ade kawan y x balik lagi so i tumpang them sampai KL. My Black Beauty? she's still a bit fragile now. but she's recovering good.

but i had a quite cool return journey. i was in the Red Devil Airbus. the very airbus that flew to manchester and signed by the Man United players in May. HAHAHA to MAN U fans:p:p Red in colour (of course) ,bearing an MU crest , also with some famous faces in the team terpampang kat badannye. im not their fan, but i dont hate them either. so, it's just..cool :)