The Road through my Fucked Up Life.

Road paved on 4:08 PM |

Bored...

Waiting for my manga to be download and got bored as the forum where I was visiting decided to go offline for the day. So decided to blog a bit la... gonna be quite short post. Need to go off when downloading done.

So what am I going to blog about...


What about another session of CSU since I just had it yesterday.

IMU implemented another stupid regulation during CSU. You must have your equipments (ie pen torch (WORKING), stethoscope and tendon hammer) with you at all times (not to mention we don't use those equipments at all, maybe just to make us look 'professional'). And there is of course the dress code and you must look presentable.

This was my 3rd CSU session with this regulation in place. For the first two, I've brought all those equipments along. My friends were regalling me about this Dr. Jac who has been checking out students in her group, but and I've got Dr. Tin and Dr. Tim who did not bothered to check. So I got lazy and did not bring equipments along to CSU.

Never thought I would get Dr. Jac.
She lined us up like how you see in a police line up. Or maybe in the army and she the commanding officer.

Jac: Nametags
I: Erm... in the bag (My nametag's in Klang)
Jac: Pentorch
I: Erm... did not bring.
Jac: Stethoscope
I: Erm... did not bring.
Jac: Tendon hammer
I: Erm... I did not bring my whole bag from home.
Jac: Hair, your hair is messy and slightly long
Jac: Coat, good enough, cut off the threads dangling around.
Jac: Pants, your pants very baggy. Starch it.
Jac: Shoes, Erm... not sure what are your shoes, so wont comment.

I'm making good rapports with the CSU teachers, haha. At least Dr. Jac is funner to play with, unlike Juriah.



And this conversation I had about Nilesh. I was planning to ponteng that dumb lecturer's lecture
A: Aren't you going for Nilesh's lecture?
E: It's Nilesh. I rather let Netter's teach me.
(Netter's is an anatomy atlas where Frank Netter is just an illustrator/artist. Druhba's words: "Who is Netter? Netter is just an ARTIST!!!")
A: You are letting a dead man teach you instead of a live man?
E: Wrong, I'm letting an artist teach me instead of that anatomist.


And today we had a debriefing session on our Family Medicine/GP posting and we were supposed to fill in this feedback form of your reflections and comments in certain areas.

A brief summary:
Knowledge
Medicines that GPs used, most that flew over my head.
Medicines change all the time and if we are just going to learn that in posting, what's the bloody use.

Clinical Skills
Nothing I do not know off. It just confirmed that whatever we learn in CSU (ie taught by Htin Aung) is different from what GPs use.

Communication Skills
Nothing to start with, nothing gained.
If the patient's behing stubborn and sweet talk doesnt work, use: "If you don't listen to me, you die. Pick your choice."

Professionalism and personal development
Dress code is not necessary. My GP wears polo-t, jeans and Nike sport shoes, and the patients adore him. They prefer a more casual doctor, they feel that they can talk to him better because they fell that he is just human like them.
I hate kids, little demons in disguise. I don't want to be a doctor with too much doctor-patient contact.

Health promotion.
There's a lot of people dying from Hypertension and Diabetes. You can advice them and hope they listen. Or you can just let them die if they don't listen to you. No big deal.

Family & community issues.
If they don't want to tell you their family issues, let it lie. Patients lie all the time anyway.

Critical thinking
Boring time, no use of critical thinking.

Life-long learning
I don't want to be a GP, or a doctor for that matter.
Kids are demons in disquise.
I am a better forensic/surgeon than a patient's doctor.

Any suggestions / comments
Cut short the posting. Hell, why not just removed the whole damn thing.

About myself
Ethnic Group: Why? Biasness towards Bumis and Malays? Anyway, I'm Chinese and proud to be.


And I was wondering something today. Richard seemed want me to do nothing but study all day (just like him). He is unhappy when I go out with the girls to play futsal, he doesnt like it when I go off to have Tai Chi classes, and he gets that black look on his face when I go for Debate trainings.

He doesn't have ECA in IMU doesnt mean that I have to not have ECAs too.

And today he categorised me as the same as him, GOOD FOR NOTHING!!!

WHAT?!!!!

As I was waiting for the file to download, I wondered to myself, am I really good for nothing? Let's think it the other way round, what am I good at?

Hmmm... nothing?
Let's take it one by one, beginning with things I like to do and am I good at it?

Fustal? Hmmm... I like kicking the ball around, I like rough-housing with the girls... but I suck at it. Hell, I did not even made it to the M2/03 team.

Debate? Well, I'm an AIDA 1 adjudicator, but I seriously doubt the truth of that test I took. I can't adjudicate for nuts. My mind tend to wander half way, and I see things so different from others who see it another way (others being the other adjudicators). As for debating... let's just say I suck at it too. I can't debate, I feed off people. Sigh...

Tai Chi? I can't remember steps like for anything, I'm slow at learning. Enough said.

Writing? I like writing, all kinds of things, but there are so many people who can do it much better than me. I write for fun, and only I find pleasure in my writing. (Self-praise is no praise), but those other people can really write!!! Agong, KenJay, YeeP, Kanishah, Wilfred, to name a few...

Playing PS? Hmm... I bet there are better people at playing. Anyway, playing PS isn't a skill.

What about other things?
Singing? HAHAHA!!! Richard can sing better (refer to previous post)
Dancing? Acting? Playing an instrument?
Studying? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Ok, I give up.

Level of self-esteem:


Come to think of it, why am I fretting over such things. I like the way I am, I do not want to change at all.

*stick tongue out* Whatever!!!! I'm gonna get on with life. So what I suck!!! I have great friends who will still be my friends even if I suck at everything. So there!!!

Going to go off to finish up facial muscles.

*hops away happily, stopping to pat blog on the nose* Thank you, blog, for listening to my rants.

Mooooo...I am Moosferatu, the demonic Jersey Cow.
- Guybrush Threepwood, Curse of Monkey Island

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Road paved on 9:57 PM |

Week of Total Chaos

It has been a chaotic week. Lectures were overloading and dumb to boot. Had to study consistently to get that PSP that I want so much, with all that stupid bones and ligaments and joints and nerves... having fuckingly stupid lecturers making lame jokes and messing up notes only make it worse. Not to mention the fucking matchings had gone to hell and I'm still praying for it to come up again. And of course the haze, who can forget the haze!!! Then I heard someone describe me in a way I don't want to be described. Realising that you suck at many things is one thing, having to hear complains from your boyfriend and becoming broke in the aftermath of a fun evening did not make things any better.

Confused?

Yup, that's how it was, a week of total confusion.

Surprisingly it started out well enough... I was studying hard, like really studying.
Daniel: You damn kiasu...
Me: Richard's gonna give me a PSP if I get A.
Daniel: O...K... You have a very good boyfriend.
Me: Hehe...

Then it kinda got too much for me. I'm a typical lazy student... no matter how much I force myself, I can't fucking sit down to study 2 hours straight. I will stray... and my... I stray far... And it doesnt help with bad lectures.

There is this fucking idiotic lecturer that has been getting on everyone's nerve. First of all, he is an anatomist and we are in the Musculoskeleton system where anatomy is the most important. That means we see him almost everyday. And his lectures SUCK!!!! He doesn't know how to prepare notes, he has no sense of punctuations and capital letters.

Femoral nerve-runs down and laterally between Psoas Major & Iliacus muscle enters FEMORAL TRIANGLE of thigh behind INGUINAL LIGAMENT In abdomen supllies ILLIACUS. In femoral triangle supplies ALL 4 QUADRICEPS MUSCLE Vastus lateralis,vastus medialis,vastus intermedius, rectus femoris out of which-RECTUS FEMORIS IS ALSO FLEXOR OF HIP joint.

It runs like that for the whole A4 page, alternating between bold and not bold. You can't make no head or tail of it. Not to mention he campur everything thing together. He's supposed to only talk about the Lumbar Plexus, but he screws up by adding the blood supplies, the muscles, the ligaments... and practically everything under the sun. That fucking son of a bitch should just take some lessons before coming to teach here.

We received another lecture from a different lecturer about the arm and that lecturer made everything so simple and clear. We have this idiot anatomist to give the lecturer of the leg and he screws it up. FUCK!!

MSK is so tough and having idiot lecturers make it worse. Not to mention having to hear Richard complain about how tough it was and how much to study only serve to burden me more.

I give up.

That dumb projector seemed to be working up too... off by itself, either got problem or kena rasuk hantu.



And the question of the week (used by almost everyone in the batch)
"Where are you going?" (for PMS)

Oh, before any of my non-IMU passengers get confused, PMS is Partner Medical School, not Pre/Post Menstruating/Masturbating Syndrome. PMS is where we'll be going to after we 'graduate' from IMU Bukit Jalil.

As I was saying, everyone's eager to know how who's going where, and there are many secrets and rumors being spread around. So where am I going to go?

Staying back for BMedSc in IMU becos it was supposed to be a straight road to Queensland from there. And now they tell us that doing the BMedSc doesn't guarantee us a place at QU!! What the fuck!!! If the dean has told me that in my face, I would have punched him to the groun and stomp him flat!!! ARGH!!!!

But I flipped a coin, three in a row I got heads which mean TAKE THE BMEDSC!! I'm taking that as God's sign. And even if it is not God's sign, I'll still take that degree, knowing that God will provide a safety net if that plan fails. *hits chest* God, it's all up to you now!


Yee Leng came to visit on alternate days. And guess what she said.
"Elena, you have matured."
And I had a minor myocardium infarction.

Me, matured??? Well, I can't say so for myself. But people have told me that I am subdued, very different from my usual self.

Well, guess what?? I DON'T want to be matured. I like being my old self, playful, lazy, hyperactive... and well, immature!!! I don't want to grow up. I want to fly to NeverNever Land and stay there. Growing up means I have to bear responsibility, it means I cannot expect people to pamper me anymore. Sob... sob... I don't want to be matured, I want to stay a kid forever!!! Damnit, I DON'T want to grow up.


But anyway, no use ranting about it now. The week's over, now it's a new week... and hopefully not as bad as the previous week. At least there was a break in the routine, going off to Karaoke to celebrate my so-so-so-so belated birthday and Gongster's bday too. Dragged Richard, the Male Gongster, the Giant Dwarf, YeeP, Sheena and Grass along, and totally emptied my pocket.

But I had fun, singing and laughing at the dumb antics of the boys. We sang tons of songs. The guys were supposedly Gary Barlow as they sang, no SCREAM out of tune for almost every song, haha. I couldn't stop laughing for that whole night. The guys were like drunkards, except for of course Raj who sat at one corner, just singing softly to himself.

And when the girls sang, it was like the Heavenly choir, the sweetest angelic voices that ever graced the land. Hahaha... about to that extent la. And our favourite song seemed to be "At the Beginning" from Anastasia OST. We sang it twice!!! We even have a Karaoke for the birthday song, which the guys managed to sing out of tune too.

The song I will not forget is Superstar by Jamelia. It was the song that all the guys were screaming EH YOH EH YOH EH YOH!!! but can not sing the other words of that song. And Richard got addicted to Karaoke. At first he did refused to come, I managed to convince him to tag along and now he's an addict. SIGH!!!!


Anyway... that's a brief run thru of my frustrating week, and I'm also happy to report that the In-Flight Survey is finally over.

Here's the report:

Do girls masturbate?
Total no. of votes = 52
Total no. of YES = 33
Total no. of NO = 19

Of the 52 different females that read my blog over the past 2 months, 63% masturbates while 19% don't. Females that read my blog range from 15 years old to erm... maybe 30? So that is to say more that half of the female population masturbates even if they don't care to admit it.

So what have I learnt from the report?
1. I have passengers that masturbates. Big deal.
2. More than half of my passengers masturbates.
3. You can't judge my passengers from their external outlook.
4. I don't know how to write a report.

Okay... gonna go study again. ARGH!!!! Somebody help me!!!

Thanks to this beer hall, everyone is too sloshed to worry!
- Captain of the Thames, Xenogears

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Road paved on 9:03 PM |

SEM 5 - First week

First day of Sem 5... B-O-R-I-N-G!!!

And it did not do well with that 2 week 'vacation' which is not a vacation at all. I have described how I like my vacation to be, but this vacation sucked. I became the driver again back home, getting up at ungodly time to fetch my siblings to school, and then fetch them back and to tuition and all. I did not have time to even sit down and enjoy.

Not to mention stupid brother had stupid exams so I can't use the PS2 as it is locked up. Argh!!! What kind of fucking holiday is that???!!! And then the 2nd week was alloted for GP posting. Gone lah, my holiday. What holiday?!!!


When we came back when school reopen, we were supposed to answer some crap questionaire.

Q: What is the best part of the GP posting?
A: Going to Jody's hse to play Mahjong. The lazy afternoons with no patients around. Going out for lunch.

Q: What is the best part of the KKB hospital rotation?
A: Playing Risk and Monopoly and just chilling at home.

Q: What is the worst part of the Klinik Kesihatan?
A: Everything!!!


Anything interesting this first week of Sem-5?


Fucking Dress code!!!
Was chased out of library for wearing T-shirt and Sketchers sneakers. Dumb!!! IMU is getting more and more melebih-lebih. Even Richard, dressed in a shirt but without tie is chased out. This is so stupid. What about those ppl in IMU for study breaks? You don't expect them to come in starched shirt and tie and leather shoes. When I first came to IMU, I tot they are stupid. I did not know they can fall lower than stupid!!!


ECA Matching form.
Talk about hilarious. Trying to find all kinds of crap to add in. I've seen people begging presidents of various clubs for signature eventho they are not even in the club. It's great if you have Presidents have friends. Nepotism mah... As for me, my ECA form looks a little empty except for the debate competitions I went to. The most impressive would be the Aisan Universities Debating Championship 2005 - Adjudicator / Rep. IMU / Asian Level and Australasian Intervarsity Debating Accreditation - AIDA 1 / International. And surprisingly, PADI Certified Diver - Advance Open Water / International is allowed too.

Actually, this is just a chance for me to show off, hehe.


Medical Musuem Sessions.
Now with that stupid library out of bounds for people like me who do not like to follow dresscode, the Medical Museum seemed like a refuge. We can buat bising, openly discuss topics while studying and making loud rude jokes and no blardy librarians will come kacau us.

And it is super fun with all your friends around. We play baseball with the femur and patella. We form a band with fibulas, humerus, tibias. We practice salsa with the skeleton. Play ventroluquism with the skull and samurai with the hipbone (don ask me how).

And best of all, no dress code!!!


CSU.
Was praying tat I won't get Tin Ong and what did I get???
Tin Ong. ARGH!!!!

He went on and on about something that just went over my head. The only time I started up was when he went: Do not do things your way, do it my... *long pause* community's way.
And the irony was I was just discussing about doing things which lecturer's way the day before. Lecturers contradict each other while teaching us, so I need to have 3 files: Tin Ong, Archike and General. Talk about improffesionalism.

Tin Ong: The patient is the customer.
If you follow that chain of logic, wont a student be a customer to the teachers. If we are the customers, why are we still being forced into all this stringent rules that we do NOT want!!!
The patient is not my customer. Go watch House M.D., Greg House is the coolest doctor ever and I want to be like him. Period.

Tin Ong: Our forefathers created this list, it's by convention and we must abide by it.
What's the list? The list here is the list of cardinal signs of inflammation:
Redness
Swelling
Pain
Heat
Loss of function.

I was asked that question, my answer: Redness, heat, pain, swelling, loss of function.

And he said my answer was weak... and only because I did not follow the correct sequence. What the FUCK!!!!!

And he gave us a 15 minute lecture on how medical students must stick with convention. And business students can do whatever they want before they just need to earn money. Total bullshit!!!

And final saying by him: Doctors are realistic and idealistic.
Talk about contradictions in life.


LYT (lecturer)
This guy lectured on some pharmacology stuff that flew over my head. I was more interested in teasing his looks and the way he speak. I'm not to judge or anything, but he is just the most "interesting" lecturer (interesting as in the way he looked and acted).

First of all, he is round, really round (face round, body round, arms round) and my first impression of him was :Is that a down syndrome kid or something. I know, I know... I shouldn't judge people by first impression, but then he speak and he has the s...l...o...w speech of a retarded kid. Okay, okay, I'll stop insulting him.

As I was saying, his face was round and he has very little hair (sounds very Cushing Syndrome like), and he made the whole lecture sound so depressing with his s...l...o...w speech. (Depression is another sign of Cushing's.) He was wearing glasses that sat low on the bridge of his nose and everytime he says somethings, he punctuates it by tilting his head and looking over them at the people sitting in front. He wore a chequered shorts sleeve shirt, tucked in tightly, no tie and buttoned all the way to the top.

So typical Ah Beng. He holds the mike (he was supposed to use it) but somehow that mike was pointed to us all the time. He was just plain blur.

When you look at him, he looks like a guy that was always bullied in school, the little timid mouse that girls laugh at behind his back and boys push around. And he could only smile and nod as he went away because he was too nice or too afraid to fight back. But deep down inside, he was actually seething with anger. He was like a pressure pot ready to blow. He pretends to be the smiling bimbo while deep in his heart he was planning a revenge that he was too afraid to perform. During lecture, no one was paying attention to him and inside his mind, a small voice is telling him, "They are laughing at you, they think you are dumb..."

That was the impression he gave me. He was slightly scary at that point.

But then, it may be just my imagination. Haha.


The last lecture of the day was embryology... and I refuse to study it. So I'm pretty free. So I'm here, blogging to you.

And I'm very pleased to report that I've been studying consistently and with God's grace, I'll be playing my PSP soon.

And it's a brand new start for the Debate Society, with Debate in the IMU Cup, things will be funny. And I was asked to read a short summary for the Debate Society. Watcha think?

Ever wanted to decriminalize the use of marijuana?
Or legalize political assassinations?
Ever thought of sanctioning the use of humans for experiments?
Or declare Malaysia a homosexual happy place?
Ever contemplated whether we should have lots of sex?
Or whether that the Pope should get married?
If you answered yes to any of the above and have not done anything about it yet, then IMU Debate Society would be the place for you to be.

IMU Debate Society, where the brightest, most intellectual minds of IMU gather to attempt to change World policies, govern Nations, revolutionize Society, and dabble in the blackest magic of Politics.
Welcome to IMU DEBATE SOCIETY.
The first step into the whirlpool of Varsity Debates starts right here.

History
Founded in 2002, IMU DEBATE SOCIETY is responsible for the National Health Sciences Debate that is held annually. The Society had been inert until March 2004 with the inauguration of the ex-Vice President to be President.

No sooner had the President assumed power when she made immediate moves to consolidate it. Under the new regime, IMU DEBATE SOCIETY began its reformation. In the name of democracy, the general election saw the appointment of a Committee of excellent students that strive for the same goal: To bring glory to the IMU DEBATE SOCIETY.

But then, democracy is but a façade. Hiding under the blanket of democracy, the President rose to be a Dictator. Under the new dictatorship, more funds are budgeted to training and sending teams to tournaments. Plans were made and put into action; teams were prepared and trained rigorously.

Reform was swift, and within few weeks, a team was prepared to be sent to the All-Asians Debating Championship in Bangkok in May 2004. In NHSD 2004, 4 teams were sent - and two teams made it into the quarter-finals and one made it into semi-finals. The following year, two teams were sent to Singapore for the prestigious Asian Universities Debate Championship which saw our teams battling with top teams of the Asia Pacific regions and winning. Debaters were internationally accreditated. Teams were sent to various intervarsity tournaments, all succeeding in bringing glory to IMU.

Within just a period of one year, IMU DEBATE SOCIETY was no longer a stranger in the Malaysian Debating Circle and has begun to make a name for itself in the International circuit. IMU DEBATE SOCIETY continues to be ruled single-handedly by the Committee under the banner "Democracy is a Façade".

Long live the IMU DEBATE SOCIETY!!!

Objectives
1. As a training ground for IMU students to prepare for varsity-level debates.
2. As a platform for IMU students to debate among themselves.
3. As a social gathering for intellectual minds to come together and propose their views.
4. To train IMU students to do public speaking.
5. To organize the annual National Health Sciences Debate Tournament.

Aims
1. To produce excellent debaters in all three fields of varsity debates.
2. To bring IMU DEBATERS to a recognized level in the World Debating Circle.
3. To produce doctors that are more than doctors; doctors with intellect and wit.

Constitution of IMU DEBATE SOCIETY
1. You DON’T question the President. She is the Dictator. Democracy is a façade.
2. Utilize juniors. They are there for a reason, and it is not to debate.
3. Squirrel everything to mental health.
4. Adjudicator is god, so shut up and listen.
5. Love your teammates. No one else loves you.
6. Synergy is the key to victory. If not, it’s just fun.

Major Accomplishments
2004 – 1 team to All-Asian Debating Championship – placed in top 50th percentile
2004 – 2 teams to UPM Intervarsity Debate Competition – placed in top 25th percentile.
2004 – 1 team to Kuittho Intervarsity Debate Competition – placed in top 25th percentile.
2004 – 4 teams to National Health Sciences Debate – two teams broke into quarters and one into semi-finals.
2005 – 2 teams to UiTM Pre-Asians – both broke into semi-finals and one into finals
2005 – 2 teams to Asian Universities Debating Championship – placed in top 25th percentile.
2005 - 5 debaters/adjudicators received Australasian Intervarsity Debating Accredation (AIDA) 1.

Everyone has their weakness,
So what makes you high?
Could it be the knowledge to unleash desires?
A sensuous suggestive voice,
Provoking, tantalizing, insinuating?
The cold touch of being stripped of all defenses,
Spurned, teased beyond all sense of respect?
Or do you simply crave the feeling of raw power?

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Road paved on 1:23 PM |

SEMESTER 5... I'm so dead.

One year ago, we started our march onto the battlefield of Semester 3, bearing the banner of M2/03 against the enemy. All accumulated to that one final battle on that battlefield of Sem 3 six months ago, that single battle that have decided the course of the path we march upon. We came back from the battlefield; exhausted, tired, but triumphant. Some of our brothers had fallen, we mourned for them. But M2/03 prevailed, the banner we bear flutters in the wind. And M2/03 lives on.

For six months, we relished the freedom that we had fought sweat and blood for. We went our separate ways to enjoy the spoils of war. We slept at night with peace in our heart. For that six months, my men, we were free men, and we want to stay free.

But the time has come again, my comrades-in-arms, that time again to pick up our arms and march unto that new battlefield. The enemy has risen again, more formidable, more dangerous, and this battle would truly be the one that would bring us upon a wave towards our future. This enemy challenges us upon the Battlefield of Semester 5, and by Lord, we will defeat this enemy.

We are a batch of students with intertwined fates, not because we are the same, but because we are held together by their diversity. A band of students with different talents and different past, thrown together by the one single direction in life under one single banner. That single goal in life is the thread that bound us together, a bond strengthened by the wars we fought together. We had fought together, back to back, side by side; it was a bond that nothing could break, a bond that scared me even as I think about it.

So I now can only call upon that bond, to plead for the sake of that bond, to come and fight with me again. To stand by me at the beginning of the No-Man's-Land, hardened survivors of a batch glorified. I have once said, my men, M2/03 is more than a batch, M2/03 is the students, and the spirit that lives in those students, and my fellow men, that spirit can never be conquered. So I call forth that spirit in you, my comrade, ride with me and we shall conquer all enemies that stand on the path we traverse upon.

Lift your flags, blow your horns, This is the day we will ride under the banner of M2/03 onwards into the beginnings of battles. Raise your voice, sound that drums! It is time, my men and comrades, it is time and we shall triumph again.

Haha, all that drama is just to get me to study for SEM 5 exams which is in less than 5 months time. Ulp. I'm now a 3rd Year Medical Student... I could still remember, one year ago, when I became a 2nd Year Medical Student, I blogged about it here. I made some resolutions:

1. Will pass all exams, including the final one at the end.
Well, I passed SEM 3, no prob about that.

2. Spend more time with books, studying.
So far so good. I study... appropriately.

3. Spend less time on the computer.
About 2 minutes lesser.

4. Blog only 2 times per week, study rest of the time.
I blog less than that.

5. Finish most of the story books i borrowed.
Yup finished and borrowed some more, haha.

6. Finish watching animes that are borrowed from Michelle Tan.
Finish like so long ago, but planning to borrow 270 more from Wilfred.

7. Don't fall asleep in lecture. Pay attention, even if the lecturer is an asshole and is boring you to death.
I'm so sorry, but that is tough, and really tough... and all lecturers are assholes and they bore me to death. It's a miracle I'm still alive.

8. Don't insult lecturers - in their faces. Can insult somewhere else.
I don't insult lecturers anymore. They are just not worth my time.

9. Be a model Senior.
I gave up on that. Modelling is just not my line.

10. Be a good friend, a good student, and stay the same.
Good friend, i think so. A good student, I think not. Stay the same, that's me.


So what happened that one year that has passed?
1. We organised Orientation m2/04 and I and KR were in charge of Variety Night. We introduced newspaper which was really fun and soon adopted by every Variety Night to come.

2. We won the Female Fustal for IMU Cup. And my team got 2nd place in the F3 Champions League, we beat up the supposedly good Sem 1 team which beat our favourites.

3. Debate tournaments came and went. I became an adjudicator, very fun and got myself an AIDA 1 (INTERNATIONAL recognition!!!)

4. I passed SEM 3 End of Semester Exam. Praise the Lord.

5. I got myself a new camera.

6. I am now an Advanced Open Water Diver.

7. Took TAI CHI lessons. Still learning.

8. Organised CF Camp. It was a success.

9. I received my chance of getting a PSP. Haven get yet, but will get soon.

10. I made it to 3rd year of Medical School without breaking down or going cuckoo. Hallelujah!!! And everyone say AMEN!!!


Resolutions to make???? Too many to list, but majors are like:

1. Must get PSP this year.

2. Pass EoS.


So wish me luck, pray for me. Only 6 more months to go and I am out of IMU Bukit Jalil!!! With's God's grace...

I hear Brass Castle is busy with war preparations.
My girlfriend says she doesn't even have time to write.
She wrote me and told me so.
- Iksay Villager, Suikoden III

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