And so, every morning i wake up and feel the squeeze on my balls.

It's been a long while since i've blogged and it's been an even long while since i've been feeling so terribly stressed out. Compounded by the fact that some really ridiculous issues and events (at least in my opinion) have been mushrooming in succession. Of course, certainly some drastic changes are coming up, which i certainly am not looking forward to.

The final mbbs. So much to read yet no time. Actually, even if we all had time or made time, we still wouldn't be able to so-call "complete" our revision. Anyways, it's just kao-pe-ing. Tralala.

Just hope to start working soon. Doing something useful, although after the bond, one wonders where one will end up.

However, its great to be able to use the internet at home again. Hey Ho to all those internet friends out there!!! Sometimes i wonder how all those people i've known many years back are doing. There was this one guy and one girl whom i chatted with over icq almost every night. Have never met both of them before but at that point in time, knew almost everything that was happening in their lives. Was that the meaning of living vicariously through someone else? We would share interesting anedotes as well as depressing woes. We would just talk trash every night and wake up the next day living our own lives.

Currently, there are a few people who i "know" like that too. Maybe i should meet up with them after the exams. But maybe that will cause the spark to go out? It'll probably be rather awkard too..... there's this funny guy who loves to bet on soccer (premalignant gambler) and will always bug me with the most improbable "medical" questions eg.is it true that all men have unequal size testicles? like DUHDUH. Then there's this artsy girl who despite having her fair shares of teenage woes is living happy now! :D Then there's this other dude who likes to use gangsta talk----- 50 cents and all that shit. Honestly, i don't even have the vaguest of memories how they even got on to my msn list. Moreover, as i grow older, i spend less time chatting online. Many other things to do. Many other things that need urgent attention.

SIgh i hate growing up.