Going back on topic,  I made my way to Wollaton Park  about an hour before the sunset to do some scouting. Unfortunately, the lighting was really flat, and in retrospect I should have anticipated how erratic English weather can be. Sunsets are something so scarce here in England, but at the same time you appreciate them more here unlike back in Malaysia where you get them almost everyday, in which I would just respond with a non-chalant “meh” (well for me at least).

To make things worse, I was also feeling ill at the time and the icy wind wasn’t really helping. I then decided to call it quits and headed back to my flat, gutted at the fact that I didn’t manage to get the footage I envisioned in my weird head.

As I headed back I suddenly had the urge to pee really badly. And again I always never fail to make things harder for myself as I decided to take a “shortcut” which was around 2 kilometers far and took around 45 minutes to get back home. It got to point a point where I was even considering peeing by the roadside as I imagined a stream of cars slowing down to catch of glimpse of the twat stupid enough to commit acts of such idiocy. I was already imagining a mugshot of my face on various newspapers headlining “Second year medical student arrested for public urination.” Very classy.

To cut things short, I walked briskly albeit in a way of some sort of retard, I eventually managed to take a piss in the Jubilee library (in the toilet of course). As I held the desperate need to micturate, I realised how insignificant most of my problems were. It came to a point where I was bargaining with God, telling him I would never complain about my pathetic life again if only you would drop a toilet magically down from the sky (Hey, in my situation it was well worth a shot).

So kids, the lesson to learn from this anti-climactic anecdote is when life gives you lemons, stop being such a whiny ass bitch. Somehow I wish I’d have phrased that more eloquently. (Well no, not really.)

Anyway, I digress from the main topic, and as the title suggests, this is something I tried out about an hour ago. I’m still considered an amatuer photographer and I have loads to learn but I’m quite contented with the outcome of the shoot. (The only problem was that I was the ‘model’)

I decided to only post one of the few shots on my blog. The rest, although had interesting outcomes, aren’t pictures I would remember, nor would they give lasting impressions. The pictures I took were not photoshopped, I only used the monochrome filter on my dslr while using a Sigma 50mm f/1.4 lens on my Canon 600D.

So this is the shot. I like how my hair blends together with the out-of-focus elements. Another thing  worth mentioning is how I have a subtle look in my eyes showing boredom and dissatisfaction as my face is pressed against the carpet floor. The background is sometimes just as important as the the subject, so I decided to lie to down on a carpet, to give it a nice errrr ‘texture’ (if you would excuse the pun). If you don’t like it, I would really appreciate constructive criticism, and in my opinion I think the shot would have turned out a little better if my eye was a little more prominent.

It would have been awesome if I had hot babes like Olivia Wilde or Freida Pinto to model for me (Megan Fox is hot but I think she’s overrated). But for now, I’m just stuck with myself :(

I would close my eyes and create. In times of hopelessness and sadness, I absconded to my own world, where I dwelled in a realm devoid of pain. Living in my own world brought me joy, I was my  own “god”.  Some stories were locked in some corner  of my mind, some remained etched on to pieces of scrap paper, and some remained forgotten in the shadows of my thoughts.

But as I grew older, the evils of reality became more apparent.  Sometimes its sheer presence would creep into my own mind and corrupt the sanctity of my own imagination. Cynicism grew as if it were some sort of plague, slowly asphyxiating the creations of my own world. As I grew older, I started to loathe the real world and sometimes even my own existence.

But somehow, against all odds,  I realised that there are some who remain uncorrupted. They have beautiful stories to tell and are often overlooked.

P.S. Smart people watch videos in HD ;)

Although there were some concerns which I think were very relevant to the meeting, I did feel (or maybe it’s just me?) as though some questions were personal, as if they were holding some sort of vendetta. To add to that, it makes me uneasy how everyone finds satisfaction in lambasting other people. The majority had valid and sound arguments, while others were just being overly condescending and pretentious. Consequently, it came to a point where I just felt like kicking them in the nuts and slowly feeding them their own intestines as I perform disembowelment. (Too much?)

Don’t expect me to attend anymore of the AGMs as  it’s probably not my cuppa tea. The NMS has my full support but count me out on the dirty politics.

I get enough of that shit back home.

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(Harvesting the Smurfberries of Nostalgia by Jhonen Vasquez)

If I had to describe myself in one word I would use the word ‘hindrance’ because all I’m ever good for in the DR is cleaning up the fascia and bits of human remains. At times I just feel like taking a scalpel and slicing my common carotid, then I would say “Hey everyone I can help too! Use my body! It’s fresher than the Silent Sven (our cadaver),” as I laugh hysterically lying in a pool of my own blood.

I may be a crap medical student but hey at least I have a sense of humour.

Oh wait no.

Fuck.

I was going for a dark brown look but apparently I’ve just wasted 6 quid cause there is no absolute no difference in hair colour(maybe a subtle change at the most) . I mean I don’t think I messed up the instructions cause they’re pretty much idiot-proof. But then again they haven’t seen an idiot like me, so probably a mentally handicapped orangutan could have done a better job.

My hallmate said it would take a few days for the colour to penetrate my hair but I have my doubts.

I can’t even change my hair colour, let alone my life.

So instead of hoping in getting the conventional ’3 wishes from a genie in a bottle’, my mind instead opted for a more ‘unorthodox’ method, i.e. wishing I could instantly acquire knowledge from people just by eating their brains. Sure it sounds impractical, but I’ve always wondered what human brains tasted like.

And just like that, this idea started to manifest in my mind like some sort of infectious disease (No I did not steal this line from inception).  That is when I came up with the above title.

Introduction

Nakoy is a 14 year old medical student studying in a prestigious medical school in England. She hails from a humble village  of the island of Papua New Guinea. Acknowledged as a child prodigy even at the age of 3 young, she has made headlines as the child  villager with logic rivalling that of a super computer and perfect photographic memory. Unbeknownst to many, she practices cannibalism.

As she goes through the day to day life of a university fresher, she battles her lust for succulent human flesh, whilst  facing soliloquies on how her actions conflict with the hippocratic oath.

“One thing is for certain, I’ll definitely contemplate on this matter again after I finish this leg,” she said to herself as she greedily feasted on the thigh of one of his hallmates just above his room; who was blasting his music at 1am.

Killing him was easy. All she had to do was knock him out with chloroform. Then she just delivered potassium chloride into his veins intravenously. Death by a heart attack. She smiled licking her lips as hers eyes glared with vehement hunger.

“Seriously, no one gives a shit on what music you like,” she mumbled , spitting out a toenail. “Douchebag.”

TO BE CONTINUED.