On the same day last month, I had just arrived at KL from KT and moved into a whole new study environment.
This is where I am staying…

Vista Komanwel
Mine is at the corner lot of 18th floor… and from the balcony, we can see a panaromic golf course view.

Golf Course
Johnson got the unit from his senior. It’s a long story. Writing it all here will, seriously, bore all of you to death. So, don’t bother asking.
Anyhow, I had had quite an interesting (yet scary) conversation with one of the previous tenants, Dan. Below is our conversation :
Me : So Dan, how was your two and a half years here in IMU? (In a casual tone)
Dan : Hold on. Let me clean up my things first and I will share with you a couple of things.
(After 5 minutes or so…)
Dan : Come come… Let’s have a chat at the balcony.
(For your info, Dan is an Indian from Penang. He did an extra one year of BMed Sc here in IMU and is going to University of Queensland after this. I followed him to the balcony which faces the golf course. He took out a cigarette and started smoking.)
Dan : (Puff…) IMU is really a nice place to study, but the stress can really have its way on one. Before I came to IMU, I was a vegetarian.
Me : What…?
Dan : Yea.. pure vegetarian. One night, when I was in Semester Four preparing for exam, the stress was too much that I consciously walked to a 7-11 store and bought a packet of cigarettes. I have started smoking since. Smoking helps me in terms of relieving myself of the enormous stress before exam. You do know that most Indians in IMU are severe alcoholics, don’t you?
Me : Yes… I had seen dozens of bottles of liqour scattering on the table of the living room the last time I came here.
Dan : Drinking and smoking are ways of helping ourselves with stress, but I will have to admit that it’s not the most brilliant way of all. Well, you are going to start your orientation tomorrow…let me see. The batch which is going to orientate you is M207. Hmm… Don’t worry, they are alright. During my time, we were ragged severely. Were you from a Chinese school?
Me : Yeap.
Dan : In that case, you will have many friends here. Anyway, (there he goes…back to the stress issue again) the stress here in IMU was just unimaginable. Before this, I had never seen guys hugging around each other and cry simply because of too much stress. Just do not commit yourself to last-minute studies or you will suffer a lot during the exam period. I remember, once, I was slacked behind. When the exam came, I did not sleep for 3 nights, puffing off cigarettes while studying and managed to get an “A”. I can tell you right now, it’s not a good experience.
Me : Wow…
Dan : Try to make as many friends as possible here. They will act as your support system. In fact, you all need each other very much for the 2.5 years here. I learnt a lot of things here ,myself… love, friendship and so on. If you just keep to yourself only, you will find that in your years here, you don’t really do many things. And please make sure that you are here not because of your parents forcing you…, but it’s because you having the passion towards medicine. The passing grade for my batch was “B“, which is above 70 marks. Now, you can see why was I so stressed up. But for your batch, they lowered the passing grade to “C“. Anyway, it’s still the same as they have made the questions even tougher and difficult for students to score. They set the questions in such a way that 50% of it will be easy and another 50% will be really, really tough. So, most of the students will pass but only those who know their stuff really well can get an “A“. (think of it like a normal distribution shape) Besides that, the essay is also a factor which determines the band which a student belongs to. Once the lecturers read your piece, they will know which category are you in.
Me : So, what is the passing rate for each batch actually?
Dan : My batch came in 200++ and only 30 of us graduated. So, you have a better picture now, don’t you? Anyway, I am going to meet my girlfriend now. She is at Vista B. Will catch up with you later.
(And he left me in a state of shock…)
And see what I had found in the kitchen’s cabinet. Shisha!!! With a tray of charcoal. Anyone who wants a free puff can always come to Vista Komanwel ya.

Shisha
So much for the academic part. Let’s talk about something dirty…
HAHA. Hmm… something like my orientation I suppose?
Well, forgive me but I am not going to post any ice-breaker, telematch or treasure hunt photo here because I was simply fugly and smelly like the rest of ME208’s even though the seniors were repeatedly convincing us that the activities were very, very mild already if compared to the previous orientations. However, I was quite relieved that they didn’t play “I Am Sissy” this year simply because it’s banned. *grin*
(“I Am Sissy” is an idiotic activity where guys need to dress up like girls. What I mean here is they need to shave their legs, put on women lingerie and do some erotic pole dance live on stage. zzzzZZZ!!!)
Okay, let me give you a simple walkthrough for the activities held. For the ice-breaker, my group was forced to dip our face into a don’t-know-what-shit butter and soy source plate. Our hairs were coated in flour and butter. (Under the hot sun, I am confident that 200++ cakes can be produced from ME208’s hair.) Oh oh..and there were also the ferocious + deafening cheer fights. For the treasure hunt, we were forced, again, by the Indian gang to dip our shirts into a “garlic+paint” pail and wear them. It really stinked, but I guess it’s better than other groups which were destined for a “stinky fish+paint” pail. They really smelled like rotten sardins afterwards. Ah… and there’s one station where the station masters (SM) had a fetish for Crocs. Those wearing Crocs were told to take off their shoes and the SM had a really good time stuffing starch into their Crocs.

Crocs (Before)

Crocs (After)
The poor girls were instructed to coat their hairs with the starch from the pail, instead. Ewh~!
Huhu… and I got the chance to draw a uterus and ovari on Pram’s body. Sorry ya dude, you are the man.
The Indians were the ones who were ragged quite seriously by the Indian seniors, themselves. Anyway, according to my OO’s (Orientation Officer), they will go clubbing together after that. @@ How irony…
Thank God that I didn’t go for the telematch thingie. Heard that people were forced to eat bitter-gout, banana and other types of vegetables/fruits, raw. Raw here also denotes that the “food” was unpeeled. I guess the seniors were simply over-stressed.
As usual, there was also dance and we were told to do all sorts of “funky” and ugly things during the signature hunt. Then, oh yeah… at the first orientation night,my group was busy discussing about the group flag and someone threw out a bad + idiotic idea. zzzZZZZ The idea was putting a boxer and panty on a raincoat to symbolise our group, “The Threesome“. “Threesome” as in a male, female and transvestite. (Hey… You. You. Stop laughing. The name is considered okay already ya. There were Sexless 69, Fourplay and many other group names which were not-too-decent to be disclosed here.)
So, Ric and I went to a night market… we braved ourselves and bought a boxer and panty from two different aunties who were selling undergarments. Luckily, I was not fluent in Cantonese and Ric had to do all the talk. ^^ But, sure enough, it was truly embarassing, perhaps the most embarassing moment in my life. Illustrations as below :

Boxer

Panty
BUT IN THE END, THEY DIDN’T PUT THESE TWO UNDERGARMENTS ON THE FLAG JUST BECAUSE THE BOXER WAS TOO BIG A SIZE. I was like… “what the hell?” …after all the sacrifices made by Ric and I…
In the market, I was deeply struck by a scene whereby someone dropped her money and identity card on the ground, a man passed by, picked up the money and off he went. The identity card was left lying there on the ground. People were walking all over the market, but they just stared at the identity card and walked away. I came to think, how pathetic is our society exactly? Seeing the situation, Kael, who is my DOTA-addict OO (Orientation Officer), picked up the identity card.
Kael : Oh… It’s a girl leh. From JB. (JB as in Johor Bahru)
Dominic (A DOTA-addict and my OO as well. He is now is Semester 5) : Walao… It’s your chance already. Faster… Go and help this pityyyy girl. Haha!
We had good time laughing about how to settle this girl’s identity card. (So lame… @@) At last, Kael, the hero, decided to give the IC to the nearest police station. We managed to find one and they (Kael and Dominic) handed the IC to an off-duty police officer. On the journey back to our apartment, there’s an uneasy slience in the car. Then, Dominic spoke.
Dominic : If that’s a bad officer, he will find the nearest garbage bin and throw the card into the bin. (jokingly)
Kael : Aiyak… What to do? We have already done our part.
And everyone was left pondering. Pondering whether the girl will get back her IC.
In the second week of orientation, we had a first-aid test. It was rather challenging. Till now, I still do not know whether it’s a fake test or not. Hopefully, it is. =)
After two weeks of tiring and draining orientation period, lectures have finally commenced. 2 hours of lecture daily is not as short-and-sweet as you think. We still need to do researches and study regularly as there is always a new topic another day. But, my orientation did not officially end just yet. On the third week, we went for a charity home visit to the T’ Ratana orphanage. It was really a wonderful and substantial experience for me, playing with children who feel the absence of love and security in their lives. Before this, I had never seen so many children who were so happy receiving gestures of love and care from strangers, people like us. The touching scene really had me thinking and reflecting about how fortunate I am to have a family, people who care for me. Here are some of the photos taken by this little, shy girl.

The shy and quiet girl.

Sak and I

Sak and I (2)

Sak and I (3)

Sak and I (4)

Smile =)


Open Arms?

Cheese!!!

Anaesthesised Pose

From left : Sue Ann, Si Han, Huang Hin, Me, Sak, Yi Wen

Me AGAIN
Since the day I came to IMU, I have spent more than RM1k on those inconspicuous thingamabob. Stethoscope is RM225, books cost hundreds of ringgit… and for the dictionary, I will survive on Oxford Concise Medical Dictionary and also, as recommended by Eugene, Wikipedia!!! Haha…



It looks like a book on skiing, but trust me... It isn't.

Sometimes, books like to camwhore too. Oh.. and look what we got here. Miss Yakult as the model. Woot!!!
Johnson’s birthday was last week. Si Han, Ying Ying and I helped him to celebrate at the Baskin-Robbins. And just yesterday, Johnson and I ventured into the road-not-taken. We went to Carrefour and bought some Dory Fillets, planning to fry it. We had 3 different types of result. The first was like a raw sashimi, the second half-cooked sushi and the third, the best and most decent of all, looked, smelled and tasted like ordinary fillet. Here’s the picture of our masterpiece.

TADA!!!
Even though the actual lectures have just started only 2 weeks ago, you can see sparks of romance flying here and there. And… I actually joined the dance club. Yeah…you heard me right, Latin and Hip Hop dance they are.
^^… Like what Dr Vishna said, “Sometimes I don’t know whether I am lecturing in International Medical University or High School Musical.” Well, it’s a little of both, Doc.
And if you are curious, my lecture notes are stacking and mountaining…… To date, my lecture notes already look like this.

Holy Shit...! Is it 2 weeks or 2 months?
Anyway, best of luck to myself.
I will end my long rant with an early Happy Raya Aidilfitri wish to all Muslim friends around the globe.
p/s : Happy belated birthday to Eu Jeen.