i'm back i think

so i guess i'm back i use to be quite active on myO but ever since it changed i sort of stopped posting and med school got be quite busy too but i seem to have totally missed out on alot of my myO friends ........... finally decided to start posting again i just hope i can keep up
to begin with
med school is hella hard and i guess i was a bit careless with my work and didnt keep up with my studies much .......... which has officially screwed me but i guess i can handle it a bit ........ also since my last post alot has changed ^^ i'll try to keep posting maybe weekly but i will post
see ya
sleep time i'm going to snoozzee for a while
good nigh

calm

well i'm doing much better now
i don't have anything interesting to post so i'm going to post somthing abt friday the 13th one of my posts from myO
CAN YOU BELEAVE IT!!! I DON'T

Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in English,Swedish, German, Polish and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe. Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece or Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia (a word that is derived from the concatenation of the Greek wordsmeaning Friday, thirteen, and phobia respectively

The date is well-known in the motorcycle (biker) community: Since 1981, motorcycle enthusiasts and vendors gather every Friday the 13th in Port Dover, Ontario, Canada. This tradition started on November 13, 1981 by Chris Simons as a gathering of approximately 25 friends. The event has grown substantially, with an estimated 100,000 people attending in August 2004, as well as music bands, vendors, a bike show, etc.

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
well lets see

ah!
well i was reading through my book and i came across this line
"4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea"
and i thought about something really funny
i want you to answer this

1)If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea does that mean the fifth one enjoys it?

hard to believe fact

For all those who are stating there day I would suggest that you skip this blogg for all those who are hoping to find something funny to ready, I’d ask you to please read someone else’s blog, cuz today I write with sad and heavy heart. I know I’m posting after what seems like a decade, and it’s not fair to start a come back post like this but, still I have no one to share my grief today, so, I reach out to you all my friend, for today I lost a fatherly figure my dear uncle the father to my dearest cousin’s Randy(15) and Robin(14)

He died last night at 12midnight he was coming from a party and was drunk driving with his friend in the front seat . they crashed into a tree on the highway.no one not a single soul had the courtesy to stop and see if the ppl in the crash where alive or not not a single soul and the stupid freaking police didn’t take the body out till 10am he and his friend laid there for 10 bloody hours curse those assholes I wish I could strangle them. He could have been alive but no……….this country doesn’t know what the freaking hell a paramedics is ……….damn it!. for all of those who do not know I post from India and the highways here seem to attract accidents like honey attracts flies every other day someone dies on these treacherous “highways” and the highways are not like the freeways or motor ways like that in the U.S or U.K they are roads connecting one town to another which have vast stretches of fields on either sides of the road and sometimes there’s a “bounce” you find steep pits you can’t find any cities, towns or villages on the way not emergency phone booths and NO STEET LIGHT NONE! ….just lots of trees and fields and a hell lot of drunk truck drivers driving blindly like they own the bloody God for saken street (bloody jerks burn in hell) I hate the f***ing government here every one of them fake ass loosers every single one of them they f***ing don’t give a damn abt the people and there requirements

THE WORST PART WAS
We got a call 7am today and I rushed to see my aunt and my 2 bro’s we grew up together and we are practically like real sibs. I got to there house the boys where asleep not aware of what had happened. and it was I who woke them up I WAS SAPPOSED TO BARE THE BURDEN TO TELL THEM “BOYS YOU LOST YOU FATHER” me why me I don’t know but if you’ve ever been through what I’m going thru then you can understand how hard it is to tell someone that you’ve lost the most dearest person and that you’ll never see him again NEVER after I broke the news to them I could stand there not look at them I was having mixed emotions I was sad for them, angry at my uncle, and I had hate for myself for I had to be the one to tell them to give them this news

I came home I didn’t know what to to the boys refused to let it show on there face they were trying to hold up for there mother but every now and they they would hide and shed a tear or two I just left I didn’t know what to do I myself needed a shoulder for support for I too had lost a dear one………he was like a father to me too……… and I feel guilty for leaving and not being there for them I’m confused tired. That’s all I have to say .i’m not even sure why I posted