A blessing in disguise
A month not on talking terms.... Somehow the pot of soup put the broken pieces together....Thanks to the toppled and spilt pot of soup....Indeed a blessing in disguise....!
A month not on talking terms.... Somehow the pot of soup put the broken pieces together....Thanks to the toppled and spilt pot of soup....Indeed a blessing in disguise....!
Shall I sit and mull over it?
I have never cultivated the habit of checking my mailbox; perhaps I seldom receive conventional snail mails from my peers, now that email has "monopolized the postal service". Why the long wait when messages can be conveyed in just a few seconds? Furthermore, since the beginning of this academic year, I received less than 10 cards and letters and greeting cards contributed almost the bulk of them! Hence, I never bother to check out my mailbox till last night after Jackson came knocking at my room door, “Eh, Janet, do you know that you have a few parcel slips down there?” I was just too happy for words! I really love the feeling of receiving big boxes all wrapped up, not knowing what is inside. So, today immediately after hygiene class, our aunty tan ling tze and I made our way to the post office. You know lah, how much hassle an “aunty” will give when it comes to running after buses. Yes, that is life in Moscow, the never ending chasing after public buses while trekking through thick snow! We ran at a speed of 20km/hour for about 200metres, waving our hands madly, hoping that the bus driver could see us and halt the bus no 250. We somehow managed to board the bus and alighted from the bus the next stop. We both then marched into the post office. She queued to post a valentine’s gift to her significant other half while I collected a valentine’s gift! Such a belaaaaaaated one, haha! Damn, I was fined 7.1 rubles a day for the delay and I was late by more than a month! However, the old lady was rather kind and charged me (7X7.1) rubles instead. She is the second kind-hearted person I have encountered so far in Moscow…. Excitedly we both tore the 2-layers wrapper and this is what I got!
Miss A comes from country M. She thinks that she is so very pretty that every guy can’t take his eyes off her and she attracts guys like bees to honey or more correctly, like flies to shit. I don’t understand why but she treats guys and girls so differently. She likes having her photo taken and every snaps of her; you can notice a common thing-she purposely enlarges her pair of slanting eyes that seem to repel each other to the opposite sites of her face, which in my opinion is a result of oculomotor paralysis. She also possesses a set of extremely crooked teeth which will scare the shit out of you when she smiles. At her leisure time, she enjoys posting memoirs or more commonly known as ‘blog’. She thinks she is such a great writer by using her own birdie language. Not only that, she indulges in many sports activities and she acts as though she is such a professional player that no one else in the dormitory can beat her. All in all, this species is almost obsolete so I think measures should be taken to preserve this species from extinction.
Hey, check this out!!!!!
Well, there is no such thing as perfect job...It usually seems that other people's jobs are easier and more fun, and most of all, MORE PAY! Nurses think that doctors have it easy (excuse me, doctors spent their entire adolescent life or even more than that in obtaining the diploma! ) Sales people would most likely think that their sales manager have it easy...Everyone starts thinking that everyone else's job is better...so what happens? Well, eventually we discover there is no perfect job. Reason? Because people only pay us to do things they cannot do (take it as they lack the skill..haha) or they do not want to do. If there were to be no problems to be solved, will our job still exist? Well, if you do not like your work, you have 2 options-change your attitude or change your job? *shrug*
You have to believe in yourself. That makes sense, doesn't it? Well, but before you could
Uni's indoor sports complex (sports zal)
Volleyball court, me with the russians
"Curi tulang kaki's" caught "red-handed"
There is something about the loud silence in the air, the eerie lonely last night though I could hear whirring of vehicle, occasionally...I was on "missing mode". I missed everyone and everything...I missed my family-my mummy, my papa, my da jie, my er jie....I missed my friends in Malaysia, US, Australia, Singapore,
A final year medical student who has spent almost all her adolescent years in Moscow, Russian Federation. Happy-go-lucky, bubbly, friendly. Hostile when in bad mood or being irritated.