it is real this time. trust me even when you'd find it very hard to trust me (my friends can testify to this) but seriously, you have to trust me. i haven't even touched pharmacology portions at all, don't mind saying i have really no intention to leave out pathology paper 2 in my study schedule.right now, those two are my top notches. i am doing a study-marathon on microbiology right now. i hope i can finish viruses and a little bit of bacteria before 3 p.m (right now it's 12.30 over here.) yes. dream on baby girl!
please mate, whoever reads this, please, pretty please, pray for me. i want to pass this exam! pass with flying marks they say? yes. i want to pass. and i really hope i will pass. ameen ameen ameen. so please, help me in this, by praying hard for me too okay? don't left out my name in your prayers okay.
agi hidup agi ngaban (or something similar? trust me, i flunked history many a times) , though i didn't exactly know what it means, OK, i don't even know the meaning till today still, truth to be told, but i am going to put up my estimating ability in saying that i guess it has something to do with us working hard and not giving up,just like never say never? well, blame me for not studying history properly last time. yes. blame me for being such a dumb.
i just hope everything that i read, i will remember well.also, i pray for what i remembered are the ones which will come out in the examination later. ameen.
since i am still forever stuck at window period in HIV infection, i will have to publish my post as soon as possible and never mind my blog, not until later, when i feel like dozing off, again.
ciao.
UPDATE : i hate it EVERY time i want to complain to my mom or tell something related to my emotions or to inform my mom about any disease i am having, it will all be preceded with tears,which, needless to repeat, i hate it extremely. first, because i hate to cry over the phone because my mom will definitely worry sick and her blood pressure will go 'woo' high! second, because i will be extremely sadden and my voice will be dampen by my tears. oh sometimes i cry echolalic-ly, which i don't intent to do and it's painful to hear more or less. third, because i DON'T want my mom to be all worried and walk aimlessly around the kitchen pretending that she is totally fine hearing me crying over the phone like she always does.yes.moms do that you know.they pretend they are strong just to make sure you knew they are. but if you go deep, you will definitely see, the strength they are trying to potray, cannot completely defeats diorang punye resah gelisah sedih takut semua. above all, they will eventually say 'everything's gonna be okay' and that will make your day,every time. well, this is me, crying while typing this update, right after calling my mom to complain how things are going to turn out not like the way i wanted it to be, babbling about how much things i haven't covered and i am worried sick about examination up to the point where i loss my appetite, to even a Baskin Robbins's missisippi mud ice cream. yes. imagine that. you are in a summer season (i think so because it is hot here), sweating in your room, alone, being all messy and thirsty and hungry,but you have no interest to an ice cream. imagine, imagine. T.T
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