Sunday, July 20, 2008
Been that long. Had a birthday, went for induction, started work... Klang Hospital is really living up to its reputation as hell. Currently in Orthopedics, the supposed "chillout posting" but the load is pretty crappy esp the past 2 weeeks. Up to last thursday, i had worked 65 consecutive days incl weekends. 65 days i went to Klang Gh.
The thing is, before i started work, i told my self, i will not let housemanship change me... and it has. I ve not been praying as often as i should/could. I ve been abandoning principles which have stood by me thru out med skool, i ve... become someone i dont like. Work is tolerable, but as always, u can do 1000 right things, but its the one mistake which will shine more. I m making mistakes, but the good thing is i ve not repeated any...
Told HER everything. That means i ve got no secrets left. The fact that i ve compared every girl in my life to her, and everyone falls short. I know things wont happen between us, esp since "It's Kuhan" but i m just glad i got it all out. Maybe its an inferiority complex, maybe i m just that fucked up in the head. All i can think about is the complex relationship that is the Bat and the Joke. They are almost invisible, transparent, without each other. Just like in my head. Half my mind says be the Bat. And the other says its a joke... but i do think there s something else goin on... so yea...
Gonna start making some changes. Am not gonna let my housemanship ruin my life. I did say i m goin to give up this 2 years, but i cant do that. Not if i want to stay sane. Not if i want to stay sane...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
new ruling. Have cash in hand, cash to spare, before even opening the Ebay website for Transformers. Dammit. I m not getting a fuckin credit card. No way...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
When nothing seems to go your way...
Fuck. Seriously fuck this shit. This shit started back in August, when half the some wanted to have their SPA interviews after the exams. Why? cause maybe they felt that leaving aside 20-30 mins from their precious time to study, they might *heaven forbid* fail their fuckin exams. Well fuck do deedle do... Fuck You. Those of u prob head deep in pus from a 3 dollar whore with syphillis, cant fuckin see more than 5 fuckin centimetres in front of your fuckin eyes. I m just pissed off. 10th batch had theirs after theory, and before practicles. Right smack in between exams... and they started work.. what 2 1/2 months after passing out?
I m very very pissed off. There s a stack of letters, 100 plus to be exact, sitting somewhere in the SPA office, waiting to be John Hancocked. Fuck. Fuckin ridculous. Its been 3 months to the date i passed, and yet i have not received word bout my job... Why? cause the fuckin letters are still in the fuckin office. There were some who passed with me, i.e. had the interview with 10th batch, who were ALREADY called for induction and are starting work in march. Its a fuckin domino i tell you. Late interview = late appointment to work = lose seniority etc. Seniority means the world in government employment especially with promotions and awarding of post graduate studies. I could be tagging with someone i passed with. How abso-fuckin-lutely awesome is that? Brilliant. Fuckin brilliant.
On top of that, i get a tellin off from my mom who thinks i m an alcoholic. Why? cause i had 6 cans of beer while watchin Liverpool play. Yea... Unemployed guy, with nothin to do, drinkin 6 cans of beer = sure fire alcoholic. I mean like seriously what the fuck. What the fuck. I have a bottle of Vodka, i have yet to touch, and in the current situation, i would love to finish the bloody thing. I m fuckin pissed. I m fuckin annoyed. With every dam fuckin thing. Fuck. I want to fuckin bash someones fuckin brains in.
Then my fuckin Australian medical exams. Fuck that shit. " ... a certified document stating that you will be awarded a degree is not accepted as a proof of qualification" What the fuck? i dont blame the aussies. NO... i blame my college. I passed in November. Fuckin November 2007... and when do i get my fuckin degree??? in FUCKIN Sept 2008. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MORONS???? ARE U FUCKIN STUPID???? I mean seriously... are u that cheap for wanting to save on graduations that u only want to have one, and crowd every parent in to the hall? C'mon la... all u give is one letter sayin i m a doc, and a degree will be awarded later. U think they give a shit bout this letter??? The fuck man... the fuck...
fuckin sick and tired of this shit...
Monday, January 28, 2008
Called up the SPA this mornin bout my applications and all. Seems in order, and they said its in the mail, so nothin much to be done but wait somemore. ah well... in the mean time, figured out what to do with my 1st pay.
1000 --- repay mother for the loan i took
600 for an Ultimate Bumblebee and a Voyager Class Blackout (also my birthday present for my self)
and the rest to be spent over the month.
i know its counting my chicken before they hatch and all, but if i can put 1.6k a month away, and live on about 1k plus, with an additional 2-3 hundred for booze, i should be pretty comfortable... but then again, this is lookin at best case scenarios, with long term plans. Sounds unlikely, but as they say, aim for the stars, land on the clouds.
Went out on thursday with Eash. Got a Leader Class brawl and bumblebee. The brawl is one awesome toy. Lights and all. Before that, had a prosperity burger in mcds m-valley. Prosperity burger is the most fuckin-awesome-rocks your socks-fucks your ass-wipes your nose bleed burger in the world. Its fuckin awesome, even more when u tell em no onions, cause they make it fresh and hot. What makes it special is, its only available for about 2 weeks a year, and usually i get to have it after thaipusam. The black pepper, the chicken fillet... damn... and it was made to taste better cause Eash paid for it, over a bet which i dont even remember of... Watched Cloverfield, a pretty good watch but its a what the fuck kinda movie. By making a wrong turn IN THE PARKING lot of mid-valley, we ended up in on the highway headin out to seremban and kajang. Freggin ridiculous trip took 40 km and approx 40 minutes due to regular KL jams. Ridiculous.
Saturday was a night out, cause deepa wanted to celebrate her 21st bday, and i wanted to drink. Its gettin very difficult to find people to drink with. Most are working, and others... i donno. Anyways, picked up Eash and went to Bangsar to meet Shakee and Reuben. Wore that pretty nice shirt, which my mom picked up in spore, except for the floral designs on the inner part of the collar... (pics on facebook) and those shoes which my brother bought, but was 2 sizes too big. Those shoes, look very juvenile, but when walkin, it feels like cushions are wrapped around ur legs. I fuckin wish i could wear that to work, but that doesnt look very likely...Anyways, the club was pretty expensive, but since i was driving, not much of drinkin either. Managed to get Praveen to bite Eashwary, so the night was pretty much a good one. One thing tho, i m no more planning these nights out...
Indeed.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Back when I was a kid all those years ago, I had very little toys. One or two at most. The 1st toy, I remember having was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle figure. It was a Leonardo. TMNT was the big thing back then and I bought it, or rather it was bought for me by my cousin in Kajang. I also remember my brother trading it for a rm 1 water pistol, for a day, with the neighbor, but that’s a different story.
Then I had another TMNT, which was bought for me by some of my dad’s cousins. I told you that TMNT was big at that time, so this time I got a Michelangelo, The Deep Space version. That toy went underwater a lot. Following that, the only time I bought toys, was when I went to Kajang for holidays. I remember having a Blitzwing, the triple changer Decepticon, which was a fake one of course amongst others. My neighbor boy, he had all the cool stuff. He had a few transformers, including the Headmaster ones, with the little robot, as well as heck of lot of Lego. Sam, down the street also had a few, as did Shree, and Charles. Charles had an awesome collection. The G1 Prime, Fortress Maximus, and some other cool shit…
I also remember a time, on my 8 or 9th birthday, where I had asked my parents to get me a transformer, which costs about 100odd RM. I wanted a red colored Jet, I can’t remember it was a repainted Starscream, or something, but it was pretty cool, cause it needed a mini robot to “unlock” it so that the jet could transform. To my surprise, they actually said yes. They told me, “ok, Kuhan, you stay at home; we’ll go to Emporium Makan (the Supermarket near the MPK Klang Bridge, which was the “Jusco” at that time) and get it for you.” I was like fuck yea… I’m getting a transformer…
When they came home that night, I was fuckin shattered. I cried my eyes out when I saw what they had bought me. A toy car. A toy car which went “vroom vroom” and had some sparks inside. It was a cheap ass one, I knew instantly and it sure as fuck wasn’t a transforming car. I was like what the fuck. Ok maybe that’s a lie, because I didn’t know what fuck meant at that time, but if it happened to me now again, I would say what the fuck. What the fuck indeed. I cried and I cried, and I asked my mom to justify it. She said my neighbor has the same one. Of course, I at that age didn’t accept it. I threw a fit of rage, and I’m not really sure what happened to that car, but I was pretty sure me and my dad’s belt got close like Michael Douglas and Demi Moore.
Over the years, money was tight as always, having decent clothes, and all. That habit stayed with me into college. There was always money for food. As in, never be sting on food. For everything else, I would have to run it through the finance minister, i.e. my mom. Pretty fair deal. My shoes were always in a rm 80-100 range, while my shirts rarely cost more than 60Rm. Pretty mid-class I would say. I never felt the need for a Playstation, or a Wii or whatever it is in the market these days.
Over the years, again, I learnt why there was a need to be thrifty with the spending. My undergraduate degree with costs alone came up to an astounding 500,000 rm, including cost of living and flying etc… That’s mine alone. My brother’s though not sure, should be in the same range, more or less. In retrospect, if I knew what I knew now, I wouldn’t have had been so pissed off getting that red car, but kids will be kids….
Which brings me to my recently acquired transformers toys…
Honestly, who are you to judge me? I’ve had people calling me nuts, calling me a fool, stupid, and saying it’s a waste of money and all. Seriously? What the fuck… who the fuck are you to tell me I’m stupid to waste money on what I want to buy? I mean sure, I took the money from my mother, with the condition it comes out of my own 1st pay. I couldn’t wait, because the prices are going up again soon. So, basically it’s my own money, and I’m buying what I want. If you can buy your Wii, PS3, Gucci and Prada and my foot up your ass, who the fuck are you to say I’m wasting my money. Seriously… Fuck this shit… I’m going to play with my Optimus Prime. You go do whatever u want with all that money you have… I don’t give a shit.
The next person to call me an idiot is not gonna like what I have to say…
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Where do I start? Been a while… Previously I used to use studies, postings, exams etc as an excuse when I don’t update this site, but for the past 2 months I have had abosofuckinlutely no excuse. Not even one… As Chris Martin (of Coldplay) cood in the Scientist, “Let me take you back to the start…”
Pre university – the time leading up to the finals was quite a bitch and a half, especially with the internals. Managed to hit the targeted 110 (back in 8th sem I targeted 120) which many say is the safe zone. Though I had some doubts bout the way medicine and surgical internals were assessed, nonetheless, it was fair overall. The housemates did pretty well on that aspect as well, as did my circle of buddies, except one girl, who I revere now as the legend.
The actual study break was pretty much uneventful, in the sense it was routine breakfast *occasionally when I wake up*, lunch at the cafeteria, and dinner of fast food. I ate at the cafeteria so much; I actually made friends with cafeteria lady. She’s quite a gem and a motherly figure when food is concerned. She did, however, repeatedly complain about some students who take ample food, but complain when being charged for it. That I found to be a bit funny as I always thought she was pretty reasonable with her pricing, cheap even, and always give her 50cent or 1 Rm more. I mean… its food. If it’s good, expect to pay for it…
Another gem I would have to say is Dr Praveen, the surgeon. He took so many hours of extra class, initially for C1 and C2, then eventually half the class after Sessionals. Moonlighting as Nav puts it… It was moonlighting because I remember class going on right up to 1am at times. All the diagrams thought were pretty much the reason I passed my Sessionals in the first place. I actually scored 19/25 in his section, while for some reasons unknown to me, and the rest of the class, the other sections… fucked us over… Nonetheless credit to where it’s due, Thank you Dr Praveen.
Finals – Never felt anything like that in my life. I thought the events of my father’s death and all the traveling involved prior to his death and the trauma etc, all those events would to some effect null the fear. In retrospect, I think it did, but I was pretty calm and collected for the papers. Not going to go in depth bout the papers, because well it’s something I would like to forget about.
After my theory paper I think, or was somewhere around that, I went to Jonkers with Sanjna for the 1st time, to have their Baba Laksa. I never had it before, nor did I like Ice Kacang, but this place in Jonkers changed that for me… Awesome stuff. After the theory papers, went to Pure Bar for the 2nd time in my life, and that’s already been covered in the previous entry…
Pre Clinical Finals – At this point I have to point out and mention some names. Abhi, Deepa, Eash (the legend I mentioned earlier), Justine, Jeff, Loges, Reuben, Shake, & Yoong Khean, From the OSCE to preparing for long/short cases, to ward visits…. Fuck. If not for you guys, I don’t think it would have been half as easy as it was. I’m not saying it’s easy, I’m saying its easier cause all of you were always there, putting up with my nonsense, amusing me (and annoying sometimes) with your nonsense… and basically… just being there when it mattered. All the shit we went thru, I wouldn’t change it for the world, because it shows us for who we are. It showed us that if we put our mind (and Mc Donald’s breakfasts and Saravana’s Lunch) we can do whatever we want. Thank you.
Clinical Finals – My long case was in Muar. Drew lots, lucky enough to go in 2nd, which meant I only was quarantined for bout 20 minutes. I had a 30 plus year old Chinese lady, a real good exam case cause she told me exactly what was wrong with her. She was a case of Beta Thallasemia (adult medicine) with primary amenorrhea (obs and gynea), post splenectomy (surgery) and cardiomyopathy + heamosiderosis + bronze diabetis (adult medicine) as well as liver cirrhosis due to Hepatitis C, and all this since childhood (pediatrics) I had to elicit a history within 20 minutes and complete an examination within another 25 minutes. Somehow managed to do well enough, but was caught out when I missed a palpable liver. I was corrected by my Surgeon Panel, Mr. Siva (who I think I learnt most from after Dr Praveen, esp. at his breast clinic… Some people are born teachers, unlike others) so I guess I escaped that one. The panel was lead by Prof Choo Beng Huat, (exams mean blue shirt and blue tie!) and it was pretty ok I guess…Frightening, but ok…
Had a 2 day break after that before my short cases, so took Navrin out for pizza that night followed by a long drive and a walk by the beach, just to unwind and clear the mind a bit. Somehow many people don’t share my fascination with the tandoori pizza from pizza hut. Eventually the guard ended up finishing it because orange house didn’t have a microwave anymore.
Short cases… they were pretty hard on me. Pediatrics threw me a heart murmur, which I think was a TOF, while obs and gynea threw a…. Large for term gestation. I could not tell the presentation or the lie of the fetus, but the examiner, and external was kind enough to lead on to the discussion. The surgery short case was the reason I was shittin my pants. It was a case of snake bite ulcer, I later found out. It looked like a varicose ulcer, but the fella didn’t have any varicosities…. So it ended up fuckin with my thoughts, and it didn’t help having a certain someone as my surgery panel.
That led to the viva list. It was supposed to come out at 6pm Friday the 16th of November. All of us were waiting there, some fidgeting, some biting nails… the works. Mike and me eventually got fed up, and went to mc Donald’s. We got a call from there saying that we weren’t on the list, so pretty much meant we were either here or there. Some of my friends, were called up, and they had a session of revision at Reuben’s. One thing bout this fella, he doesn’t have the trait of keeping knowledge to himself, unlike some other people I m in acquaintance of… At that point, I was so fucked in the head, all I wanted to do was knock out….
All those times I spent studying, I always pictured myself in that position. As in, if I m on the viva list, I would go for the viva. If I wasn’t, I wanted to wake up at 10, have a solid breakfast, turn off my phone, and go to MBO and watch all the movies they were playing, be it English, Malay, Chinese, or Tamil, then go to collect my results around 7 plus when the crowd is gone…instead, the next morning, Abhi, Shakee, Deepa and me went on a temple tour of Melaka. Starting at Gajah Berang, to the Pilliayar Temple near Giants, and endin up in Bukit Beruang. Saw a few other people offering bribes there, but I noticed then, as I always do, that most people often turn to God only when in need… It’s not my place to judge, but it’s just an observation I make….
Most of us expected the results to be out around 7ish, and were there at that time. Again, some were ferreting, some gnawing on fingers, some riding bicycles. No joke. We were left frustrated when the results were not published that night, due to some miscommunication or something, where our passing results were not signed by the vice chancellor or something. So, pretty pissed off, the group of us went to Pak Putra for dinner, where we saw Dr Praveen. Most of us, had plans for that night. Mine was, get results, if I passed, go for a nice dinner with Navrin, have my first beer in 4 years, come back to orange house and start the massive drinking, along with the people I care about, and Dr Praveen as well. But since the results were postponed, all that didn’t happen. So it was a bit awkward seeing him there and all….
The next morning, I was up by 8 am and after checking my mail, I went outside to take my clothes in. I come in and I see a missed call from Reuben. I still get cold toes remembering that moment. Called him back, he said results are out, so I asked him how I did, and how he did. He said he didn’t know. So, at that moment, I’m thinking to myself, either he doesn’t know, or he knows I failed and he s not telling me. I asked him then, “fucker, I haven’t bathed yet, how ah? Fuck, just go or what?” to which he replied in typical fashion, “I also haven’t bathed yet, fuck it man... I’ll see u there.” I reached campus in record time, I think about a minute or something and make my way to the cafeteria. Saw Dr Praveen and Abhi talking, he asked my how I did, I just walked past him ignoring him… For the life of me, I still don’t know why I did that. Abhi also didn’t say anything, so I walked straight in.
There is nothing I’ve felt before like the way I felt that morning. Previously the closest I’ve come to feeling like that was when Jerzy Dudek saved the penalty from Sheva to give Liverpool the European Cup in 2005. Ecstasy doesn’t do the feeling any justice. It was a high, a natural high by it self. I remember jumping and grinning like an idiot, walking with a Capt Jack Sparrow swagger which only that feeling can give. Hugged and talked to Abhi a bit, before Shakee came along and we did a little victory jig. Called my mom, she was thrilled to bits and I think almost cried even, though I m not sure. Next thing she did was order new sofa and teak wood furniture. =)
In typical style, went to temple after that and prayed, still grinning like a first class loony and having that Jack Sparrow swagger. Called up Sam’s dad, and while I think he was happy for us, I still feel sad that Sam wasn’t with us. (more on that below) Saravana’s followed, and then the session began. I’ve always wanted to have vodka with slurpee, and I think the mistake was using the blackcurrant Absolute. I don’t really like that one. Loges himself was responsible for finishing at least quarter of the bottle. We stopped drinking at 4, because we all wanted to go out and have a good dinner before the night sessions.
Went out for dinner with Navrin, had a decent spaghetti and wine. I don’t like wine. I think I’m not going to drink anymore wine. Yea, then got back to orange house, and we all got plastered. About 15-20 of us, with a few bottles. The pyramid game ruined my soberness, and somehow or rather Jothi got punished for every time he opened his mouth. Jeff, being the near brother rather than housemate, drove all the way to buy me KFC at 3 something in the morning. I put the drumstick in my mouth, and lo, only the bone came out. Food taste better when drunk. I also sent a drunk sms to about 40 people
“I’m so drunk right now… PPL are uckedle veellog (fuckin telling) telling me not to send this msg… Yea… I love all me of you… I ugh viol (fuck blown) Thigo think (tryin to think) or something” (the ones in the brackets was what was auto-typed) including to Dr Praveen.
Someone, who was pretty good friends with me replied, to which I sent this back, “I know, I’m poorw (sorry).. Just high…” after which she said congrats and u’ve earned it and bla bla bla… and I replied “Whip u were here (wish you were here)… So much alcohol…” Why am I telling you this is, because after a few days, just before leaving, I sent another msg, telling her to take care and all cause I don’t think I’d be seeing her again, being in klang and all. Somehow or rather, another misunderstanding came to effect, and it ended with her boyfriend calling me at 3 in the morning when I was in Klang. Why? Because he wanted to know if I had intent for her. Intent, to which he calls me at 3 in the morning while im sleeping. For the past 5 years, my principles included, never to fall for someone who s in a relationship, and its still something I hold true. So, I told him, yea… I was drunk but I had no intent. The next morning, I told him as well via sms, that I was deleting her from my phone as well as msn. I cant live with that sorta crap. If you’re reading this I’m sorry. I know I told you I’d always be your friend, I’d always be there for you and all. I was there for you, when I thought u needed a friend, only for you to say you never asked for it. News flash kiddo, friends are there for you when u don’t ask for it. If you have to ask them, think twice. I mean, I sent it to so many people, some in relationships, some single and even guys, fuck I even sent it to Dr Praveen. How that could be misconstrued into intent is just beyond me. I must say, that while u have been a very good friend, as I told u before, you’re my kryptonite. Somehow or rather, you just make me feel bad bout my self and that’s something…. I cant live with.
The subsequent days were pretty boring till I had my SPA interview and that was pretty ok. Left melaka with a heavy heart. While I was happy to pass, I was rather sad, cause I was so used to the lifestyle. Same like when I left Manipal all those years ago. It s a fucked up place, and many things to complain about, but the memories always make it worth it. From being chased out of the wards to conducting deliveries and placing tubes in patients…. It was worth it all…
Being back in klang was pretty weird, especially with all the renovations done. I couldn’t really recognize the interior of the house when I first got in. Eventually I got used to it… Again it was pretty much uneventful till my brother came back. He’s doing pretty well at the moment, and I have to say, I’m happy that he got to where he is. While I do owe him 1400 for the ipod, which is the only thing I asked him to buy, as I said, its pretty good to see him where he is.
The Penang road trip was a good escape. Abhi, Eash, Reuben, Shakee and me went up there, and it was fun. Alcohol, beach, good + decent food and all. Achieved one of my life long dreams by playing with a monkey. A real live monkey. A monkey called Meena, who kept on pulling the hair on my hands thinking it was fleas…. Had a minor op done after the penang trip, which was pretty painful but nesc. My chinnam uncle also helped me achieve another lifelong dream. He gave me some cash, which allowed me to buy The Transformer Grimlock. I love Grimlock. Fucker’s the best transformer ever, esp. with his speech impediment. Me Grimlock no bozo, me king!!! I had to hunt for the bloody thing. Went to Jusco, Mid Valley, and saw the last pieces of Robot Replica Jazz and Barricade, with a small boy looking at them. I quickly grabbed those two pieces, in the process dropping Jazz. While squatting down to retrieve him, what do I see? A Rescue Ratchet and a combo pack of Jetfire and Grimlock. Last pieces… both hiding in the bottom shelf. Speaking of which, I went to my uncle’s place in kajang, and saw my cousin’s kids there. They are between 10-13 years of age, and were terrified of me when I came into the house. So terrified, they ran into the room. I knocked and entered. All those fellas were shy, till I saw a transformer on the floor and identified it. Immediately I had them eating outta my hands. We even had a mind stimulating conversation bout transformers, for more than an hour. Transformers – bridging the gap between generations.
Mother then decided to throw a grand dinner in the house, the biggest one we’ve had in recent times. The whole family turned up, but rather disappointed with my college buddies who didn’t turn up. Some couldn’t be helped as other priorities took place, but some I don’t know why. The dinner it self was fun, though I should have put in more time on preparing the toast rather than going impromptu. That ended pretty well.
I don’t think there s much more I would like to remember, so I'll head straight to the acknowledgments. Alphabetically …
Abhi – thank you. Seriously. Thank you. I m not gonna lie by saying that I don’t feel like strangling you at times, but I figure that if u could put up with my nonsense, I should put up with urs as well. From working on the com med project, to saving my ass from u know who in surgery, thank you.
Adam – Housemate. What the fack man…. Had some pretty good times in the house, esp. with jeff up to his nonsense. I know, u know, he know, we know… I still say we should have cooked the biawak. Thanks man…
Anusha – I must thank you. Though it was only one year we were together, it was good while it lasted. I’m still not sure how things ended up the way it did, but for what its worth, I m sorry if I did anything wrong.
Batch 10 people – Farah, Sanjna, Sandie – just because I m grouping u all together, doesn’t mean I think less of you. You gals mean the world to me, and I know, I’ve not been around as much as I would like to, but you three are always on my mind. Always. I love you gals… and you know how often I use that word.
The people from Jothi’s house (cause Buvein comes under B) – thanks for all the support and the company. That was the best night I had in the orange house, the night we drank. Cheers.
The doctors – from Melaka GH from specialist like Dr Uduman to Dr Rabin to Dr Tham to Dr Jaswant… all fantastic teachers and mentors. The MO’s especially the twins Dr Ravi and his twin from the opposite ward, Dr Navin Sukilan, who has signed half my book, Dr Raj from OBG, and that Dr Riaz from Ortho… massive massive help. Not forgetting the HO’s Harish, Reynu, Wei, all of you, thank you. Special shout out to the A&E people from the MA’s to Dr Sharmini, Hafiz, Nurhafizan, Anitha, Rhimmula and Chong… The other half of the books were signed by u people =)
Deepa Lakshimi – “deepa… another week to surgery… die deepa, die….” to “deepa…. I can’t believe surgery is over” Both this conversations took place in the best car I’ve ever driven. Your Honda jazz. I’m tempted to copy what I wrote for abhi and paste it here, but that would do you no justice. Thanks deeps…
Eash – the legend. I never did apologize for all those jokes I made bout you. Not sure if it hurt your feelings, but I think u know I never meant it. The more stress I am under, the more I make fun of you. You’re like my stress bag… thank you for tolerating my nonsense, and be assured, I will still bite you, and encourage others to bite you as well… e.g. Raehan.
Gareth, How Li and Trevor – We've come along way from Manipal Idol. Luck hasn’t always been with you guys, and I hope it changes soon. All the best with the exams, and hope to see you on the other side. I’ve got faith in u guys…
Jason Wong Lok Chin – My anfield brother. Fuck, how u got thru ur troubles during study break is beyond me, but we showed them. Fuck, we showed them. YNWA man…
Jeff Teh – one of a kind. You’ve saved my ass more than once, be it financial, or what… Never did properly thank you for putting up with me being a messy clown in the orange house, and you lining up to pay the bills and all… so yea man… thank you and thanks to your family as well. Your mom is one of the nicest people around and I will not forget how at home I feel when I m in ur place man… Cheers.
Justine – we need to have another Heineken session soon. It’s not soon enough I tell u… Thanks man…
Kiren – no more spotting for exams, eh… lol. Thanks a bunch kiddo…
Loges – from Batu Caves to Melaka GH, dude you were always there. You always remind me of a centre back in foot ball. No nonsense defending. One thing I m a bit annoyed… u haven’t bitten eash yet…
Megen – Fucker. How the fuck did we pass? =)
Mike – Brader. We’ve come along way man. From 105 Charaka, to Saturday Burger Kings. Just talking to you made life in melaka so much easier. Though I must say, u getting drunk after 2 chivas glasses…. Not good man… Cheers mate. Thanks for being around.
Navrin – What can I say? Probably one of the closest buddies I have. We have come a long long way from that day in Kmc greens, and the time I thought you were Priyanka. Also I think u should evolve from wine… its not good… Seriously though, thanks for being there always. I told you, I m just a sms away if needed. =)
Reuben – the big kahuna. Fuck dei, half the things I told in the exams I learnt from you. Seriously. Anyways, u know how much all of u mean to me, so no point me going on and on here…. Seafood and Carlsberg as soon as possible. Nuff said…
Sam – this one is a bit hard. I miss you man. Fuck I miss you. I miss having your sms’s waking me up, pissing me off so much till I read it and then I laugh. You have that gift man. No one else understands the msgs I send like you did. Everyone thinks I send random msgs cause its random, but its not. I wish you were still here man… fuck…
Shakira – Selvananda…. What do we have here? You’re like this bright Autobot spark you know… how u shine so positively infecting others is just beyond me… Like a bloody child at times. No Shakee. I don’t miss you. I don’t love you either. Not in that way that is… but you are a gem kiddo. After meeting ur family, I can see where it comes from. I'll be seeing you for Seafood and Carlsberg soon as well… ok ok…. I love you also, but not in that way… Reuben, don’t chop me up into bits and pieces ah… =)
Syed – Fack man. Arab =) best person in the group to consistently piss off, esp. with the sepet eyes. Seriously though, thanks for having the patience to deal with the nonsense I put you thru, esp. the pressure to go see lecturers. I know you hated it, which is why I keep on badgering you to do it…. =)
The teaching staff of MMMC – esp. Dr Praveen, Prof Santosh Pai, Dr Lakshmi, Prof Choo, Dr Karanth, Dr Shasikala, Dr Sujatha, Prof Iynkaren, Dr Manomani, Prof BELPU Seetharama Rao, Dr Anil Bhat, Dr Narendra Prabu, Dr Jasspal Singh, Dr Jayakumar, Dr RamNarayan (esp. for his assistance when my father was ill) Dr Shoba, Dr Rajani, Dr Gowda, Dr Holla, Dr Forensics (fuck I forgot his name… damn cool joe) Dr Vincent, Dr Mohandas, Dr Vijay, Dr Physio (fuck I forgot his name as well) Dr Ullas, Dr Yoda.
A special mention for Dr Ashutosh for various reasons. Thank you.
Last but not least my family. That I think goes without saying. =) If I forgotten anyone, I m sorry….
