I woke up basically at 8.00 am and my class was at 8.30. You may presuppose that I was still in time but the nastiest part was there was not even a single taxi at sight and I had to travel to a hospital for my propadeutics classes. I finally got a taxi and I wasn’t the only one behind schedule for class. It was fascinating to actually study internal diseases and what we had for class today was about the GIT and we managed to finish the whole percussion, palpation and auscultation all in one day.

The next thing on my mind was to get my credit books signed for pharmacology and path physiology which I did in time. I came home feeling a little pompous of myself and logged online.

I logged in IRC and into yahoo and found 330 mails in my mail box. Something actually caught my concentration there about the de recognization of Crimea state medical university, Russia. All pre med students and those enrolling now to leave to Crimea are advised to extract all the payments and application. I was dazed to read that they actually have 2000 plus Malaysian students studying medicine just in Crimea.

I found Mr.Muchkins online and was basically having a chat with him. Well, it was kind of fastidious to actually sit back and loosen up and talk to someone you actually can open up to. My mother was online so was my younger sister, we had some gossips reorganized and I in return told her particulars about my flight and etc.

I was a little drained and decided to catnap for at least 1 hour, so well that’s what I thought, I woke up at 10 plus and I dint have this good feeling adjoining me. It was like I smelled either snag or let’s see, well, I just felt very heavy inside.

I logged online after lazing around for another half an hour. I logged on and I said a hi to my usual friends and none answered me. Okay forget the rest, but kippu refused to answer me, and I thought I must have said something really erroneous. Mr.muchkins was around and I had a succinct conversation. I always delete my message achieve everyday and I was going through it and I found some stuffs which I never wrote. Not a fuck you note to my mom. That was acutely a grave issue.

I logged on to IRC and that’s where I realized that some jackasses had got thru my yahoo and retrieved my password even on IRC. It was preposterous for me to actually tell my pass words around. Well, let’s see MR. Javed, that’s his real name, much known as GODZUKI, comes in with pitiable nicks like Bhoom and Jumbles, and not a man enough to come up and speak in front. For some reasons, I personally think he’s a gay. Well for one, he looks like one and for two, each time he hits a conversation with me, its got to be Le this Le that. And well he really sounds domineering over Le_debbs. LE you’ve got yourself a devotee.

Well, bhoom seems to be basically distressed by my access everywhere, so he logged into my IRC username, removes all my access as if he thought that would have an inch bothered me, and well he talked to kipps and Pone and well of course they were no dumbos like him, lol, sometimes I think, he’s such a dumb fuck. Well, one thing I realized yesterday was that he’s a person whom is basically so freaking down, a low down life person and I guess it’s just the way he was brought up, and his rearing actually showed him this path of life. I mean if a person isn’t able to find at least one word of unadulterated and apt meaning, I have nothing to say. He swears at other peoples mothers, and uses crude words on them, so I can actually imagine what kind of a mother he has, and what kind of a father he has, or maybe…maybe he never knew his dad. Well makes sense, im not being mean, im being coherent, if you say a word about my mother, I have flawlessly ten words in return, and deem me, you don’t really want to know…am going to sleep now tata