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The mathematician in me doesn’t understand why my mom would rather spend 400 to come to JOHOR BAHRU (i repeat, JOHOR FREAKING BAHRU) instead of 500 to Ho Chin Minh.

The mathematician in me doesn’t want to pay 500 for a return ticket to Miri in a plane with insufficient leg space.

The mathematician in me isn’t happy about throwing away pack of minced beef after I finally figure out a way to cook it.

The mathematician in me wants to get tricked by the four digits on my phone when the alarm rings in the morning.

The mathematician in me doesn’t like how a quarter tank of petrol can only bring me 45 km.

The mathematician in me doesn’t get why anyone needs a calculator to calculate 220/500.

The mathematician in me hates the ticking clock.

Then again, in a world of toxic megacolons and dissecting aortic aneurysms, the mathematician in me is nothing but a bill calculator.

Who cares about what the mathematician in me has to say?

I hate Sundays for the above reason.

I don’t have much to say today. Went out for dinner at this pretty cool Thai restaurant but decided at the last minute not to bring my camera. Will do so the next time I go!

Oh! And for some reason this song reminds me of Grace.

Okay maybe for quite an obvious reason.

Off to bed I go!

And Grace is still out with Ruy Mun

That’s all!

Cya!

Was going to type this last night but my intention of a 10 second eye rest turned into a full fledged 10 hour sleep.

What constitutes my perfect Saturday:

Marina Barrage,

car smelling of food at 12pm,

over-catering food for double the actual number,

conveyor-belting chicken wings through the security scanner,

crossing the border in a chartered bus ,

purchasing an overpriced kite for the Iraqi who did not get arrested and failing to lift the fish up in the skies,

failing to secure chicken drumsticks,

100 kites in the sky,

basking in the hot sun at 3 pm with chocolate ice cream melting in my mouth,

attempts of edgier jumpshots,

candid couple photos,

Evonne stalking couples doing their wedding photoshoots,

rehydrating with ice cubes,

running uphill and soiling my white shoes,

amateur frisbee  and turning anti-clockwise,

end-of-line kite flying and getting into other people’s kite strings whenever I run with the kite high up,

packing up and throwing half the food away,

amazing fireworks with pathetic previews prior,

amazing scenery at night (and day),

checking out at the customs as if they opened only for us,

rinsing all the food containers back in uni boohoo,

Ong Shun dinner at 10 pm,

Shower and in bed by 12 am.

I’d do it all over again

Will post the rest of the photos on Facebook. As a way of saying “HAH! YOU MISSED OUT ON SO MUCH! IN YOUR FACE!” (not to you, Niyi of couse. To those who didn’t even bother signing up ). In a much nicer way, of course.

That’s all!

Cya!

I was going to survive the weekend with only RM10 in my wallet. Yes, I AM SO BROKE! How did it happen? It’s the work of the combination of desire, generosity and liability. Liability being the car as usual. It’s times like this when I wish mamak stalls and every coffee shop accept credit cards. Quite pathetic.

Oh! I was at the petrol station last night but wasn’t aware that the price was going to be increased at midnight so I didn’t refill the tank. And now it’s at E. FML.

Picnic tomorrow!

Cya!

More often than not, I find myself spending too much. Most of the time, I find myself being very pleased with what I spend on. Except when it comes to food. Don’t you just hate it when you  spend 1938102 seconds browsing through the menu, trying to make up your mind on what to order to suit your appetite and budget, only to find all that time and effort wasted when the waste put on a plate is placed in front of your eyes? I do! Which is why I’ve been cooking so much since I got to JB. Food here isn’t half horrible, but not totally drool stimulating either.

Back to the issue of spending too much! I guess the only way to replenish those figures in the account is by.. WORKING PART TIME! Which is what I’ve been wanting to do ever since Year 1. I’m totally envious of people who get to work while studying (and I bet those people are envious of people like me who don’t have to work and study at the same time)!

So what’s your suggestion for a medical student like me who has 8-5 classes rather frequently, who cooks awesome chicken dishes

and looks like Ugly Betty.

Well, 5% alike.

Got a job for me? Leave me a comment tenkiu.

Cya!