1.05pm :  “Goodys? I would like to order one chicken burger benjo combo, Malaysia new hostel.”
                   “Anything else-u, ma’am?’’
                  “No, that’s all. Please make it fast.’’
                  “Of course ma’am. It’ll be there  in-u few minutes.’’

1.55pm : “Parcel, waiting area, come and take.”

1.57pm : dayhm.. I ordered in a short notice desperately<lunch break is only 1-2pm> so that the delivery guy would pay me back the balance that he owed <worth 300rps plus!> earlier but a pervert delivery guy showed up instead, not wanting to take any responsibility on the owed money. Anyhow, I won’t have enough time to stuff even some French fries into my mouth, rushed to class with the others who also lost themselves into world of entertainment, maybe that’s why big clocks are a must in every house.

2.10pm: I-would-never-smile-even-if-my-hubby-bought-me-a-20 carat-diamond-necklace lecturer spared us, luck weyh. Thils who came in about 10 minutes later wasn’t too lucky though.

3.10pm: Walloped the whole food, watching Mordern Family series. Hit the bed straight away..<good rest is essential for the brain which I have been abusing lots these years>.  Woke up few hours later with a still filled tummy, a sign of undigested food.

7.00pm: Tummy uncomfy.

7.20pm: Shals just came in. Was a crucial moment to decide whether to go library or not with stomachache.

7.30pm: Laying on Shals bed waiting for her to get ready while teasing Thils on the way she laid like a shrimp,  compensating her stomachache. Had the thought that I have obviously less pain receptors than her, stronger torture withstanding capabilities.. 

 8.30pm : I swear can’t take the pain!!!!!!  <my worst death would be dying due to stomach cancer-Vasool Raja MBBS movie influence>

8.45pm: Left Shals in the library with my books spread all over on the table. First time using the shortcut to my hostel, without my handphone’s light<left hp in room>..cowdunks can be anywhere, not forgetting the cow itself. Snakes? I guess the stomach pain exceeds the fear of it.

9.00pm: Landed safe and sound on the bed.. Doesn’t mean the pain descended.

Lost the timing <u kidding me? It was fcuking painful> : Vens left her study table, walked all the way to library to get my bag and fetch Shals who was almost eaten by mosquitoes alive. In room alone, was literally screaming in pain. In few minutes time<which I certainly felt like hours> my girls came visiting. The point when I could take it no more, listened to them and jumped into Nas’s car to hospital. Headed to emergency ward with Arths and Vens holding both sides of my hands..funny hehe. The one and only nurse, put me on IV drips <guess she got shocked seeing me puking upon entry >..which wasn’t necessary according to the doctor  later <panicked, felt like striping the whole dahm thing off>. Yet she placed 4 new bottles of sodium blabla for the next infusions..another doc pounded in, did advised for more infusion <was shaking my head ‘no-no’ to the nurse just as he turned his back>.  A patient, young girl in her teenage-hood entered with a bandage on her forehead..her mom sauntered out in dismay with tears. Later, an old man was admitted with blood clots in his heart <the conclusion we made after eavesdropping>..watched intensely the methods of using ECT.  His wife was very calm, the son handled the procedures with much responsibility <hats off>. Had a sudden guilt, what am I doing here when there’s others who are truly needy of this hospital bed than me.  <Shals reassured me there’s plenty more beds available>. With all these, I was shivering like as if they put me under wrong medication..because she kept administering drugs intravenously<ouch! Felt the rush.>  every time my stomach gets brutally attacked my evil microorganisms in my intestine. <figured out that they placed me directly under the air conditioner later on>. Taking out the needle used for IV infusion was little scary, thank god my friends are doctors..followed their advice to not to look at it. <Saw when it was out though…big needle! Omigawd!>

spot the place for the syringe disposal? 

12am something:  Yescaped. Entering the hostel main door, didn’t even make contact with the warden’s eyes <trust me, they are demons>, showed the bandage on my hand which had already the wound due to the previous massive skin puncture profusely bleed, wetting the cotton gauge,. I continued walking straight to my bed,..laid with my dirty jeans on, microorganisms’ attack returned. Had few concerned visitors, my lovely ladies took good care of me.,,was put to rest. Happy to be loved.

keratoconus. yeap, tats the word.
its ironic that i was pretty much the last person to know Sats is having it. yes, its god damn serious..dentistry is all about the eyes and the hands!
[more about keratoconus~]
we had our workloads but hey, he's our guy..accompanied him for a checkup. i went in with him, came out slightly regretting why i did. it's sad. i did not realize things have went this far for him..his eyesight was worse than what i expected it to be. because if u do not know Sats, he is that happy-go-lucky guy whom i have not seen angry even one bit <he is tested by some nuisance at times>.
i wish i could do more. there is not a thing to correct these..but an eye surgery <corneal transplantation>.
with us being there with him, i hope he feels home.

we walked out of the newly built hospital. beautiful colourful kolams and rangoli moments filled the air..the staffs seem to be having some sort of kolam competition outside. not really knowing the exact place we were at, in that big town, <we came only with the hospital's name based>, stopped a passing auto who charged us 70 rps for 5 people. is he mad? just a trip to the bus station? so we bid goodbye, looking for another. wasn't easy, there weren't much auto driver's available at that street front of the hospital. few stopped, charging us 100rps. haisyh! so yeah..crazy us, we did end up with an auto that charged back 70.

next stop was Spencers. i had nothing much to buy but deng..Nutella was metaphorically pulling me!! i'm not lying! the chocolate melting in your oral cavity..that taste, that yummy`ness..the way it would make you drag yourself to the kitchen at 5am! =D queued up at the cashier counter with a nutella in my grips.
then i remembered my plans of healthy diets! shalu, my yoga master, she's right,..<lil devil nunu whispering>, she advised dieting aint the best idea. somehow m gonna shed fats off my limbs but the main trunk..exercise would do for the tummy.  <n i already ran out of the queue once to pick two bottles of dishwasher for me and Thils, and got back into the line right where i left>. lil angel nunu created some guiltiness..for the price im paying for. but owh you know, devil always wins ;] .

New year..so?

I started 2011 with a lot of question marks. About the future.

Subjects got harder..lecturers got tougher. I kept on failing! Was pretty depressed, emotionally deprived..reasoning for my failures. I know im not this excellently brilliant kind of student, but I know I aint that last class student either. I know myself, I know my capabilities..till I started seeing my marks below the passing border. My mom was the shoulder I could cry on even though she was miles away, across the ocean. I have good friends, they didn’t get tired teaching me. I changed my study methods. From a night person, I went to a morning person. And failed yet again for my second internals. Models..argh, I just didn’t care. Just like what my senior, Dharshinee advised, I kept on studying. Venila never failed keeping me and Shaleni awake. And Thilagam was with us scribbling the room walls with anatomy, biochemistry and more! Mom, again, she has been this great listener, bearing the cries, screams, disappointments..i knew she did not give up on me when I did. Owh, she’s the loveliest.

with these struggles, I had to get along with the games that my ex was playing. Wadafcuk..
my man, I salute you with my middle finger.

last year, the number of people who found their coward/pervert partners having affairs, almost hit 10 on my count <pretty sure there’s millions more world wide>. anyhow, 2010/previous years may were to be blamed, most probably that’s when these liars got their horns and tails growing, and finally got themselves caught red handed by 2011 =9
<wish ya’all whose under breakup a happy moving on year!  Single ladies, may eu find a gentleman who completes you.. Coupled up, do complete each other! Married,, one life, one wife.>

I want my familia!! Deng,  Diwali, Christmas and now new year without them. My 20^th birthday was officially on air. On the plane I mean! hehe.. dressed all hyped up <caught their eyes on my heels>, we were flying from Bangalore to LCCT Kuala Lumpur as the clock struck 12. Hugs and wishes from my shayang friends. Satheesh was having his bad boy bald looks where his dragon tattoo totally matched in. we all had ours! Conquered the last rows of the plane, made as much noise we wanted, foods went onto passing..moments of disbelief that we’re actually home. 

Landed and inhaled the much appreciated Malaysia air. <wished I took off the heels upon landing, quiet screams of pain as we walk all the way to the airport, bloody plane landed at the last terminal>. Loaded the trolleys with luggages and as everyone reached for their beloved families, I was actually showered with gifts and cards! A yummy cake and a lovely birthday song indeed by Uma, her brother, and a relative. How thoughtful they have been, considering that I was just a friend of their little sister. A cake fresh from bakery, all for me. <Rineith finished it!>
haha he was there 8 hours with me to catch the next flight to penang. Loyal guardian =d ..thanks to him for the entertaining movies and trailers. <aint forgetting the one under the tunnel  -_-‘’>
Parents..they took me out for dinner. I did few dramas but owh well, family is family =p. at the end, I consider myself lucky for i got to spend my birthday both with my friends and family. <death alert on my 21^st birthday of 2012>.


The day of my first year result.  We all remember John don’t we.. After weeks of waiting for these PIDC people to upload our marks into the official website..it actually left us wondering the whole point of a college website. At the end, they printed and pasted the marks on the board, had John<he didn’t go back to Malaysia>  to run over, snap few pics and upload them to our batch’s facebook page. And I believe he received so many calls that particular day ;].
I remember I was home alone.. mom came back from work. As she was closing the door back she said she dreamt  lastnight of something. Of course I wasn’t waiting to hear her stories! Hugged her tight, “Mummy thanks,” announced my result, “ I passed with two distinctions.” And continued jumping with much happiness. And she said, “Reynuga, this was what I dreamt..you, hugging me, with a big smile.’’

so yeah I did it! Passing all was big relief..but 2 distinctions out of 4 was too much for me to take. Bliss.

then second year of Bachelor in Dental Surgery of PIDC 10^th batch started with PIDC Cup..our much awaited sports event. Was glorious..i would have been jealous of us if I wasn’t in Phoenix! Our girls and guys rocked track and fields..champions. I was in football..2^nd place < the most sweat I put in besides the cheerleading..2^nd place as well>, then basketball <which I was literally just orally cheering =p and my team actually won it whole. Thanx yaw!>.

I ended my 2011 much wiser..with a bunch of a-w-e-s-o-m-e friends.

2012, I have no idea what you have for me..but I would say bring it on!