Apalah she buating?

May 30, 2008

 

Which translates to : what is she up to?

 

I should have an on-site english-malay translator. Somehow, Manglish gets less appreciation these days. It’s time for a comeback!

 

Currently in the PBL rooms, with notes on the nervous system, heart and gut all sprawled out in front of me and a few photocopied unethical texts. Oh and Rahul’s here too. In case you’re wondering, Rahul is a very special ‘being’ who has entered my life of late. Yes, even Chris finds him threatening for I have slept with him even and there’s nothing he can do about it. Rahul will be with me for as long as I decide to stay in medicine.

 

Yes, Rahul = my anatomy+physiology textbook. My Marieb.

 

This is how I make my life seemingly scandalous when all it entails is hours at my desk and lack of social life. Zia named the models in the anatomy room. Yes, we make a name f

 

The sem 5s got their placings today. Gosh, that’s made me even more nervous. I hope to get through all the  exams without a hitch.

 

Yesterday, JP, one of the anatomy lecturers came in for our Medical museum sessions or MMS. MMS is basically a date with the anatomy room, the anatomy room that’s full of plastic models, that is, and fermented hands and limbs in formalin-filled displays. And he started asking us questions, good GOD. He freaked all of us out cuz he asked one of the students to name all the parts of the brain and like she swallowed the textbook, she highlighted the main parts of the brain and their constituents. 

 

Then he told her to come up to the front and point out those places she cited on the model of the brain he was holding.

 

She. . .labelled the cerebelum as the lower half of the cerebrum and somehow couldn’t find the diencephalon and pons, brain stem and medulla.

 

The point JP was trying to make? You may know your stuff. But it won’t make you a good doctor. And that is why 60 students outta 250 in the previous batch failed their end of semester exams. They fucked up the practical exams and as such, screwed up entirely.

 

Worst part? That’s like 30% of the batch. And a very capable friend of mine who was a straight A scorer in A-levels failed too. 

 

Now that is freakin’ scary.

 

The moment I found out, I texted mum with quivering fingers and walked out of the MMS room, my knees all weak. The panic that set in was immense - I HAVE TO SWALLOW MY BOOKS and know where everything is!

 

So with that realisation upon me, here I am, in the pbl room, reading notes and embarking to the anatomy room in a bit.

 

Toodles.

 

PS - hearing the song "ei-yo technology" by Jt and 50-cent reminded me of Tricia gurl and how much she likes that song =P I miss you babe. Oh and the rest at PMC too. I miss PMC and Penang period. Can’t wait for the hols when I get to go off to do my COP. Batu Ferringhi, here I come!!! Again!!! =P

 

My *painful* day

May 27, 2008

 

• Ash walks out of lecture hall with friends.
• Ash meets Rosh.
• Ash gets separated by a bunch of people so she moves down the escalator to talk to Rosh.
• Ash’s bag ALSO has a buckle.
• Buckle gets caught onto escalator railing.
• Bag is firmly latched onto Ash’s shoulder.
• Bag buckle stays latched onto escalator railing.
• Bag stays firmly latched on Ash’s shoulder.
• Ash and her shoulder move in the opposite direction.
• Bag pulls Ash back.
• Ash feels like her shoulder is being ripped away from her body. 
• Ash falls on the escalator backwards because the pain is intense.
• Escalator brings a fallen Ash to the second floor.
•  
• Later. . .
  
• Ash’s butt and shoulder are both EXTREMELY sore.
• And then as she stands, so is her ankle.
• Ash walks with a limp and a sore shoulder.

 

I just want to thank Mr Good Samaritan for helping me with my stuff -it was very chavalier of you- and Rosh -Luthor owes you his life- and the other person whose name I didn’t get who saved Boink (my handphone).

 

*hugs*

 

So here’s me thinking that it’s gonna be a while till I make a real friend at IMU when I get a text about an hour later:

 

"Hey, you ok? How’s the leg, can you drive back or do you need me to give you a lift? Be careful la next time. . ."

 

Me :

 

"Hey, it’s ok, I’m good, twas the left leg, you use the right to drive =P thanks for asking tho =) lesson learnt today = bags with buckles are dangerous on escalators, heh"

 

"Good, lol, take care then. See you tomorrow?"

 

"Alrighty. . ."

 

Hmm. Silver lining perhaps?

 

*

 

So maybe a friend can be caring. But the family certainly isn’t -_-

 

Grandma : You’re supposed to pick Niraj up la.

Me : My leg hurts

Grandma : Left leg only what, you drive with your right.

Me : Ah phooey.

 

So off I went and the stupid security guard at the school wouldn’t let me take him back. Seri Mega’s usual UPSR motivation camp was going on so they lock all the kids in and the security guard was being a complete jackass and wouldn’t let Niraj come out so I could take him home for lunch. So in I went to talk to the teacher, frackin’ pissed off with the dude and the teacher in question happened to be. . .

 

DEAR CIKGU ROSLIN!!! =D

 

Yes, my class teacher from back in standard 6! Gosh, she was the best teacher ever. All of us got good grades because of HER. Because of HER, 32 outta 40 students in our class walked away with straight As in our sixth-grade exams (UPSR here in Malaysia) and there she was, walking towards the canteen. So I walked towards her and her eyes widened with recognition as I approached and before I knew it, she was hugging me, hee. . .

 

My fondness for my old school has never died. The friends, the teachers, the institution itself. I miss my teachers, Cikgu Roslin, Cikgu Leela . . .the most prominent ones I could remember. Cikgu Roslin taught us BM and Cikgu Leela, English. They were the strictest teachers in school (and also best friends), all the students spoke in hushed whispers about them, I remember. Cikgu Leela was our discipline teacher so with that apprehension and wariness, I threaded hesitantly into standard 6 in Seri Mega.

 

But what a surprise, they were such lovely teachers. And that spurred me and further encouraged me to study extremely hard. They loved the students, all of us and particularly encouraged the top 10. They gave us tonnes of work but it all paid off. We were a united class for the exams and I think that’s what counts inevitably. 

 

I still remember the day we got our results. Chao Yi, Alissa and I, we were impatient and restless. The teachers had gotten the results from the education department and we were waiting anxiously in class. So Chao Yi and I slipped out of class to meet Alissa (she was next door) and we hovered around outside the corridor. Under the pretext of going to the office to meet another teacher, we went down the stairs. To get to the staff room, you had to pass the office where our teachers had gathered to see what the results were. From the staircase I could see Pn Leela and Cikgu Roslin squealing in joy and hugging each other. We were dying to know what was going on and what had happened. So we hovered around there a little while but then our tuition teacher came up the stairs and met us and I remember her very well too, Pn Ho! Yeah *grins* brilliant name. Anyhoo, she came up to us and we eagerly asked her if she knew what we had got.

 

Pn Ho : All of you. All 5As.

Me : YOU SURE?? 

Chao Yi : Even ME?!

Pn Ho : Yes, even YOU.

 

We didn’t know whether to believe her but our excitement only peaked further. Then Cikgu Roslin came to class and read all the results out. And she’d read your name, your subject, then your grade. So we held our breaths till she read out all our subjects. 

 

"Ashvini. . .Pemahaman=A, karangan=A,English=A,Mathematics=A,Sains=A!!!,"

 

So if she read a name and all the grades were As for each person, we’d all cheer for that person and if there was a B or C, we’d go "awww. . ."

 

Gods, I miss those memories.

 

And then I brought my cert home, with intentions of telling my grandparents that I got 5Bs and it didn’t work cuz my crafty granddad -who was then mobile and walking and always taking me to and fro from school- had come to school without me knowing, gotten my results and gone home.

 

Me : I got 5Bs you know.

Granddad ; Oh really?

Me : Yes. Are you mad?

Grandma : No. Cause we know you’re lying.

Me : *grins*

Granddad : I came and took your results while you were at class.

Me : Yerr. . .no fun la you.

 

I was 12 and I sucked at lying then, I still do now! =P

 

Is this the end of this extremely long memoir?

 

Not at all! =D cuz after I met Cikgu Roslin today -who expects my brother and sister to get the same grades I did, poor things- she took me to the canteen to meet the standard 6 kids.

 

Cikgu Roslin : Pelajar-pelajar, saya nak kamu semua dengar sekejap. (students, listen up)

*The kids looked up from their plates*

Cikgu Roslin : Ini bekas pelajar saya, my ex-student from 1999. She used to study here dan merupakan antara satu yang dapat 5A dalam UPSR pada tahun itu. Sekarang dia dah menjejak ke menara gading dalam bidang perubatan (she’s my ex student from 1999, she’s one of them who got 5As during that year. now she’s in university and doing medicine) *she turns to me* First-year is it?

Me : *is red* Yes.

Cikgu Roslin : Ya, she’s studying to be a doctor at IMU. She always finished all my work, 20 karangan dalam satu minggu pun masih boleh siap (can finish 20 essays in a week). She’s under scholarship, has come out in the papers, seorang pelajar yang sangat cemerlang(good student) and has done Seri Mega proud.

Kids : Waah. . . 

Me : *wants to disappear*

Cikgu Roslin : So ada apa-apa soalan nak tanya, about your exams, macam mana nak study( any questions on how to study), please ask now. You all are fortunate she’s here during your motivasi camp. 

Me : Cikgu. . .

Cikgu Roslin : Ye?

Me : Is this really necessary?

Cikgu Roslin : Of course! Budak ni semua, hah. Kerja bagi sikit, dah nak mengadu kepada ibubapa. Macam mana nak groom untuk UPSR ni? (these kids ah, you give em lil work and they complain to their parents. How can you groom them for the UPSR?)

 

And that was when I was attacked by a few students. I just wish I had looked a bit more impressive: my hair was a mess, I was limping and blah, the whole affair was embarassing. Because all I did for UPSR was past year questions and whatever homework we were given =P No mugging and shit. 

 

Me : Past year questions. And read your, erm, science book. Sasbadi is good.

 

*sniggers*

 

Moral of the story?

 

I miss school. I miss my teachers. I miss Seri mega, Taman Yarl and yes, even Sri Sentosa.

I miss my childhood period.  

But I take solace knowing that I spent it well and hat I did lots of people proud and I’m hoping those memories push me to do a lot more in life to be proud of. 

 
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Some bitches never change =D

May 26, 2008

 

As saddistic as this sounds, I love it when my theories on the characteristics of people come true. For example, after certain rather unfortunate circumstances, in which a certain unnamed bitch turned too insecure for her own good, the said bitch who apparently thinks she has the wisdom of a sage when she has the EQ of a worm decides to be bitchy by refusing any form of contact with a ‘friend’, this ‘friend’ being ME.

 

So supposedly, I must be sedih la. But sigh, unlike the said bitch, I have friends dime a dozen and good solid ones too. Ones that are here, with me, around me, not far away.

 

So forgive me if I tak nangis langsung la.

 

As such, this odd feeling of satisfaction is washing over me right now. Maybe it’s wrong and evil to gloat.

 

But gods,  when a gut feeling you’ve had for years proves you right. . .

 

It just feels really good to be right. 

 

As always.

 

And I’ve got nothing to lose.

 

When life bitches. . .I say, bitch back!"

 

The Bitch that is the internet

 

Streamyx/Streamass, to be more exact.

 

I have had no internet for. . .3 whole days. 3 days of being deprived of the net when you’re stuck at home studying is pure torture, I tell you.

 

Then it got remotely fixed but wasn’t good enough for the whole of Sunday, so I figure I have to pack up Luthor and take him to class tomorrow.

 

At 3am. . .we suddenly get super-fast internet. Like fucking FAST internet, pictures loading up quick, every IM programme signed in, even IPH takes like 3 seconds to load completely.

 

WTF??????

 

I am currently on the hunt for a new ISP. DAMN YOU STREAMASS!!!

 

*is missing Penangfon very the much*

 

Once upon a chocolate part 2. . .

May 23, 2008

 

At 5.30pm today. . .

 

Mum : 24 bucks on chocolates?

Me : Eh?

Mum : Got a nice text from you.

Me : That was meant for Chao Yi

Mum : I’m sure.

Me : Yeap

Mum : So what’s with the diet?

Me : What diet?

 

So much for secret stash. . .

 

I just love my life.

 

 

Once upon a chocolate. . .

 
  

 

 

So this is me.

 

At 11pm on a Thursday night. . .

• She has her textbook open on her table, her slides up on a slidehow, the printed version of them strewn on top her textbook, table littered with highlighters of every colour and her favourite and NEW *staedler felt-tipped pens.
• She gets hungry
• The hunger turns into a craving
•   She’s done with the bones and she needs CHOCOLATES.

 

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On faggots, dykes and morals

May 21, 2008

 

A/N :  This post was written ages ago and kept as a draft. It sees the light of day (or the exposure to the cyberworld) today. All delays to be attributed to medschool.

 

Medschool’s currently hit a major lethargy phase - I blame the genius admin for being soooo smart. You see, IMU is soooo student-friendly to the point that we don’t get any tutorials. Yeap. No fucking tutorials. 

 

Anyway.

 

 

 

Once again, it amazes me how I somewhat don’t feel inclined to blog and am purely doing it outta habit and before people like Iron Man or Scandal Woman or all the other superheroes that read my blog start sending me whiny MSN messages asking me why I haven’t updated.

 

Also, updating saves a TON of time to let you lot know what’s up in Ashyville as compared to actually chatting to you people =D

 

Yes, I know. I am mean. Woot.

 

The monotony of kidney lectures and self-induced house arrest – which totally saves on like a TON of cash =D – totally drained me of any sort of creativity or spurting out intelligent bits of blogworthy content so I totally spaced out on blogging proper for the entire long weekend.

 

Tho, a conversation today with a friend got me thinking on the subject of homosexuality.

 

 

 

Homosexuality appears to be the latest hype,"

 

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Brain-dead

May 19, 2008

 

Ash will resume blogging when intelligence has been restored, thank you very much.

 

*dies* 

White, Black and Grey

May 17, 2008

 

 

 

White, Black and Grey

By Ashvini Rajah

 

 

Lies.

Lies?

Yes, lies.

What, white lies, black lies?

What’s the difference? They’re just lies. However you put it, that’s all they’ll ever be. Lies.

Grey lies?

Like I said, what does it matter? They’re lies. When someone doesn’t tell you the truth, that’s what it is, a lie. Blatant, sharp, sinful, piercing, it’s a lie.

How do you know when they do it?

It’s terribly simple. Even you could figure it out.

Really?

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Your - weekly? - Ashyville Updates

 

It HAS been a while, hasn’t it?  =D What are my excuses this time around?

 

1. Medschool
2. Medschool
3. Sleep Medschool

-_-

 

I have not left the house at ALL this week. After uni, back home I go. And as a result, I’ve saved 80 bucks of my 100 ringgit allowance!  Where did 20 ringgit go? On IMU’s ridiculously new parking rates which are seriously fucked up -_-

 

It’s 2 frickin’ bucks for the first hour and an hour after that! I spend 8am to 1pm at uni and I get charged A FRACKIN’ 6 BUCKS FEE! And oh yes, we supposedly get this new car park that’s free - oh how kind - but it’s all the way PAST Vista C and takes eons to walk from there to uni -_-  For someone who is perpetually late to uni every single damn day, that does NOT work for me. Nope.

 

I might as well park at home and just WALK to uni every day -_-

 

Alright, rant aside, what ELSE has been happening in good ole Ashyville, eh?

 

I’ve been trying my utter best to keep up with lectures, yes. I am no longer a Backbencher, but slowly making a transition to a Middleton and eventually, a Frontier. Baby steps Ash, baby steps.

 

The only chilling-out/lepak activity this week has been the ISOW welcoming party. Ash has also been pretty sick this whole week. Tho she somewhat recovered from the flu last week, she gets a high fever from her sister this week and then later has a mild case of food poisoning due to extremely old root beer from A&W -_- What was she doing there? Ahh. . .story number 2 beckons

 

In the past two weeks, two good things have happened in terms of the money-making/career front:

1. I got a part-time job at youthmalaysia.com as an article-contributor/writer. Get paid 10-50 bucks per article, depends on how much work has gone into the matter. This may not seem like much considering that it’s not often I get an article to write about but the mere fact that I get to WRITE and get PAID itself is sheer joy for me =D Like I said before, baby steps.
2. My aunt who works as a reporter for Utusan Melayu managed to hook me up with someone who works for Malaysian Today (http://malaysiantoday.com.my) and I met with the journalist on Thursday night with a last-minute lame attempt at a resume and my articles in the news ( I have stuff in the Star, NST, Sun and Utusan) to somewhat sell myself as an aspiring part-time journalist, full-time med student. The fact that I’m from IMU carried some weight - they need someone from a university who’d be able to provide more insight into writing articles on youth and lifestyle. The journalist, Kiru, she seemed promising. I’m keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

 

Apart from that, tho I am crawling on the studying front, SOME info on the kidneys and urinary tract and oral cavity seems to have gone in. Not much but it’s a start. You can stop laughing now, Iron Man.

 

Also, my mother seems to be more open on areas regarding the love-life - she and Emperor Insanity now exchange lovely emails and even use endearing terms. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing =P

 

And OH! 31 days till Jakun gets back to KL! *jumps up and down excitedly* Then again, my first summative is on the 20th of June, so I won’t be hanging with her till it’s over, so make that, 31+4 days =D

 

Also, I’ve decided to paint my room interesting shades of blues and greens and perhaps, one wall purple. I need more colour in my life - yes, do NOT raise your eyebrow at me, you judgemental buffoons.

 

Aaaaaaaand, my COP is going to be done in PENANG!!! =D Yes! It’s gonna be like homecoming! If there’s one state in Malaysia that I love to bits, its Penang, waaaay more than I love KL. Beach, town, good food, ah BLISS. I love Penang. So we’re probably gonna take a day to do the COP and hang out for the remainder of days =P Batu Feringghi, here we come!!!!

 

Unfortunately, the PMC crowd would have left by then *cries* I’m gonna miss you guys sooo much but for those living in KL+ Selangor, WE MUST MEET AFTER MY SUMMATIVES! =D

 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, in this blissful period of being antisocial, money-minded and a geek, I’ve managed to come up with a short story too =D

 

But some kids might not like it on account of it being. . .ah, I’m not gonna spoil it for you lot. Read the next post and tell me whatchu think

 

Nothing inspiring or thought-provoking I have, all thoughts on people, race, religion and homosexuality to only surface when I feel like writing some deep shit.  Meanwhile:

 

I need to meet/talk to these few people because I miss them:

1. Pink Potato Princess
2. Scandal Woman
3. Queen Quah
   
4. Hajime
   

Not to say I don’t miss the rest la. Just tak cukup time for all of you =P

 

Buhbye you lot, be good!