don't know what to say..

my blog's growing mould already.. 

today's the day that i finally found myself so helpless.. so not able to express my feelings..but can only write on my blog..

this happened few days ago.. One of my friend in my batch, gave my number to one of the second year seniors. I'll just name him as "GK".. GK wants to know me it seems. One day, GK called. We chat. And i kind of like GK. 

i don't wanna mention GK's gender, it's very easy to know after reading my entire post*

Two days ago, he asked me out to the beach. I refused. He came to the library to meet me up, yet, i was too shy.. I didn't even have the courage to raise my head up to look at him and talk.

Yesterday, another two seniors added me in fb. One of them even got my number. I felt really scared, because i might have done something wrong until the seniors seemed to be "hunting" for me..

I told GK about it, and he called, he said he likes me a lot.. He even said " you are even more important than my studies".. i wasn't really touched, but i do felt kind of sweet..

I called my mum, and told her about it. She discouraged. I am really sad.. TM called too. But i kind of ignoring TM, cuz i don't feel like having a conversation with that fellow.

I got my friends support.. I told my seniors about it, and they told me to give each other some time, to know each other better, then we'll see whether to continue the friendship or not.

GK didn't talk much to me today.. perhaps GK is concentrating on studies since university exams are on coming Tuesday.. Or perhaps GK's angry at me.. I wonder..

I went to the library to study this afternoon. I was too tired, until i slept on the table.. I am so disappoint on myself today.. what is going on with my performance?? people around me used to say i'm a very studious type of person.. Today i behaved abnormally though.. i dont know what is actually disturbing my mind now.. Is it because GK? or.. someone else?

I've just read ZE's blog.. i'm really curious of who is ZE talking about. I used to visit ZE's blog very much often. Most of the post which related to relationships, ZE will delete them. I told ZE "i miss u too".. but it seems ZE has got no response. Back in M'sia, almost everyday i've been thinking of ZE. But ever since GK's existence.. things changed a little bit..

I don't mind if my mum or anyone else read this post, This is how i feel now.. And i really need some counselling. But i am still wise, I know what am i doing, i know what is wrong and what is right. Still i'm the STUDIOUS type of person, perhaps..

perhaps not today.. I just to get things clear..

MDBG Chinese-English dictionary - Translate

MDBG Chinese-English dictionary - Translate

Food here is nice..

Guess what.. here is India, a very SIMPLE and EASY procedure, the people here will make it as complicated as possible..

e.g. Getting a new sim card

The documents required is

• A copy of Bonafite letter
• A copy of Passport (front and back page)
• Your bank account letter
• A passport-sized photo

My line was nearly barred. They jus make it so troublesome.. HELLO.. it's just a sim card OK..!!
Unlike Malaysia, as long as you have your IC number, your address, and that's all you need.

The people here has very weak working efficiency.. Even when i went to the office to photocopy my passport, the secretory just stood there chatting with her friends and purposely ignore me and my friend, in the end we found out that it was because they ran out of A4 papers.. Tell me how can a university can be lack of papers.. aren't papers are very important in such educational institutes..?? Worst of all, couldn't you just inform us that the office has no more extra papers, and not just making us stand there waiting like an idiot?? Can't you just SPEAK??

The food provided in hostel are SUCKS!! We are only able to eat chicken ONCE a week. You can hardly see vegetables. Our breakfast is usually bread, yet, it was AWFUL, i miss Gardinier a lot..!! The coffee and tea here are extremely sweet.. Our lunch and dinner would usually with currys and chapati.. sometimes there'll be boiled eggs. 

However, there are of course foods that i like..

 

 

 

Anatomy Dissection and Physiology Experiment

Although i've studied three chapters for Anatomy before i come to India, but seemed like it didn't apply much here in India. The syllabus is a bit different.

They were almost done with the Upper Limb. I am so far behind them now..

Even only the scapula has lots of terms to memorize.. for example, glenoid fossa, infraspinatus tubercle, supraspinatus tubercle, anterior border, lateral border, medial border, superior border.. Bones that attached the scapula.. Deltoid muscles.. trapezoid muscle.. Intersessous muscle..

Argh...

The only thing that made me feel so proud was wearing the coat..

We had Physiology experiment after that. After the 20 minutes briefing, we head on to the lab. Took our attendance. And here we go.. First of all is to get my blood sample.. about two to three drops.. drip my blood into a test tube filled with saline solution. By using a marble tile, drop one or two drops of antiserum A, B and D separately. Divide four sections on the tile, label it. Antiserum A is blue in colour. Antiserum B is yellow colour. Antiserum D is colourless. And the last column shall be the control (fixed).

Then drop one or two drops of my blood into each antiserum. Use a stick to mix each solution. Wait for a minute. Observe the changes, the title of the experiment is Blood Grouping. It was actually a very simple experiment. The blood solution which agglutinate, it shows my blood group.

This is Sasikala..good friend of mine..

Changed my name..

Due to my unpleasant incident that happened during the Physiology Lab lecture, i suddenly came up with an idea!

Change my name! >> Change my Roll. No. >> Change to Batch B >> NO MORE SEEING THOSE TWO BITCHES!!! >> HURRAY!!

i asked my mum's opinion, and of course PERMISSION for me to do so. I asked Nurun too. She said i might can give it a try. So i went to talk to the Academic Manager, with Nurun's accompany as a Translator. Unfortunately, he disapproved. I was so upset until i could afford to give up, i can't stand it for FIVE YEARS with that two girls in the class!! So i quickly gave a call to my mum who was in the hostel. She came and i explained to her. She supported me. So she went to the office and talk to the manager again, well, i was beside her pretending that i'm gonna cry ANYTIME if he says "No" again.. XD the manager looked at my facial expression, at last, he approved.

[ Target Achieved ]

First day of my class..

5th October 2009 (Monday)

I wore my Punjabi Suits. I skipped the morning session because every Monday has an internal exam (so called Diagnostic test) for two hours, yet, i have no idea how is it gonna be, plus, i wasn't prepared for anything. 11a.m. i attended Physiology. Before i enter the lecture hall, Nurun reminded me to ignore whoever stares at me, cuz it's obvious that i'm the fairest among them, plus, I'M A NEW STUDENT!

Things was going fine. But the lecturers' slang had brought me to a terrible trauma. Most of the classes' duration are 1 hour, EXCEPT Anatomy Dissection (2 hours).

 

For the second day, i heard that the students in my class (exactly 100) have been re-shuffled. Each and every one will have their own new Roll No. and are divided into few groups according to alphabetical order. I was in Roll No. 15 as my name starts with C.

 

The FIRST 50 students are held in Batch A, the the latter in Batch B. For Physiology Lab lecture, before we are allowed to start our experiment, there'll be a small briefing in the demonstration room. In Batch A, there's only THREE Malaysians, the rest are local Indians. Gaithri and Darshini, plus me, made up the THREE AND ONLY THREE Malaysians. To avoid being the odd one out, i volunteer to join two of them. They are the two main person that i mentioned just now, whom are INCREDIBLY arrogant.

"erm.. i'm afraid not, you have to do things INDIVIDUALLY here.." one of them answered.

 

It was OBVIOUS that they REJECTED my sincere request. Ok fine, since you don't appreciate it, then i shall forget about it. But luckily i met one of the locals, her name is Buvaneshwari, she's sweet and nice. Her Roll No. is just before me. My microscope was not functioning, so i stood beside her and watch what she's gonna do, and learn. She taught me the steps.

* i LOST my pencil case on the same day.. *

finally i got a chance to update my blog..

16 October 2009 (Friday) 1:56a.m.

It's middle of the night now. Nurun, my roommate in sleeping just beside me. If you've been keeping up with my facebook updates, then you shall know that i'm in India now. At last i am able to write my blog HERE in India, and that is the main reason i created this blog.

I had just finished the FIRST three chapters for Biochemistry.

1. Biomolecules and The Cells
2. Carbohydrates
3. Lipids

I know these chapters sound easy, yet they are not. I tried to understand, but eventually i marked up the whole "story".. That doesn't feel good to me, but i have to at least just read through, although i can hardly understand, especially when it comes to all sorts of scientific names for each and every single molecules.

I've been here for 13 days, nearly TWO WEEKS. The moment i left my father and my dearest brother, i cant believe that i wasn't crying. Most probably because my mum was following, so i felt that my family is still so closed to me. When i reached India, i felt that the place made no changes to me.. The locals here are of course Indians, Malaysia has Indians too! But the funniest thing was, i can't control myself from using Bahasa Malaysia to communicate with the locals there (which i am used to it when i was in M'sia).

This is KLIA

In the taxi, the driver named Jeyakumar, i wanted to ask him when are we supposed to reach my college (in English).. The conversation ended up with laughters..

"Sir, college sudah sampai kah?" i asked, without realising that i've used the wrong language.

The driver starred at me for a few seconds, with a blurr look on his face. Here goes the laughters.. x_x

It was really embarrassing..

I took a lot of photos throughout the journey, but, just because the taxi's windows are all tinted in blue, thus, the photos i've taken were with blue colour background.

When i reached my college, the first thing i saw was the construction site after the security guard house. I reached the Malaysian Hostel, and i saw Misha! I met new friends, namely Levenes, Levya, Vinoshini, Darshini (Bitch), Guhan, Kavitha, Naveena, Sasikala and so on. Few of them are from Lincoln College, e.g. Pravin, Rubaini, Natasha, and Misha too. I felt so glad to see them here.

I spent a great time with my mum there.. Our relationship obviously gets better.. and i'm so grateful for that. We went to the Pondicherry Town, it took us about half an hour by "Auto". We bought a lot of groceries, but first thing first was to register myself in the office. Met the Dean. He is a very friendly person, he in-charges for all the activities done in the college. His position is somewhat more than a principal does. My admission documents were all ready, except the SPM official certificate. I got along well with most of the Malaysians here, except few of them who act INCERDIBLY arrogant, which is a kind of attitude that i HATE the most among the human beings. I am fine with the food here.

Among the First Year students, the room that Nurun and i are staying is actually bigger than those who stays upstairs. There are THREE beds, is fully equiped with furnitures. I am satisfied.

* one thing i realised, i am the ONLY chinese for First Year students.. *