Choc cake

Happy Ugadi people!

 

Remember back then I complained we didn’t have holiday on the 1st of January? Well, Ugadi is the Teleggu’s (teleggu ke?) New Year’s Day.

 

Oh, for God’s sake. Honestly, I couldn’t care less what’s the reason behind it. They could celebrate Ugadi everyday for all I care.

When it comes to holiday, no reasons are needed!

 

BTW,

 

I baked my very first own chocolate cake!

Of course, this isn’t the first time I baked…but it is without doubt among the first successful ones.

 

Anyone still remember my legendary choc muffins? (Terence, I know you still do)

 

Why are they legendary you ask?

1. They’re made by me duh~ anything Nisa-ish is bound to be legendary
2. Where else can you find dented and out-of-shape choc muffins?

 

But they tasted nice okay! Super-sedap! Just because Jo (as in singular because the others refused to touch them, erks) had to eat it using a spoon, she said so!! And I’m pretty sure she wasn’t trying to spare my pride either.

 

Anyway, back to my chocolate cake.

 

 

 

 

 

And to those who are planning to accuse me that my cake burned/Nisa-simply-got-fed-up-and-chucked-it-halfway-through, nah!!

 

TT driver

I’M HERE!

Not that I’ve been M.I.A or anything. My laptop have been though. For almost 2 freaking WEEKS. I just got it on Friday night! When my friend told me my laptop’s been fixed, my reply was:

 

“Ok. I’ll be there soon.”

 

Demi laptop tercinta! So I asked my housemate to accompany me and took an auto there and walah,  here I am!

 

Never before have I loved my laptop with all my heart. Never before did I appreciate it as I do now. Never before-

Ok, enough drama. What was I planning to write again?

 

Wonder la punya pasal, my arms and shoulder are aching!

 

Wonder la is a theme park located an hour plus away from our place of residence. It was a nice change compared to the shopping malls and streets we usually went to. Only on those occasions, my feet would hurt- not my upper limbs.

Now I feel like an old woman.

 

I don’t have many pictures though. Oh, I brought my digicam alright, but I kept it in the locker most of the time. I only whipped it out half an hour before the place closed. So until I get the pictures from my friends….it’s kindda pointless to write about it. That and I’d accidentally deleted the very few pictures I took in the middle of installing and reinstalling programs in my laptop!!! Waaaaaa!

 

Which is why I’ve decided to mengumpat about the TT driver! *eyes burning with flames*

He seriously annoyed the crap outta me!

 

I guess everyone’s familiar with teenagers’ obsession with their handphones right? Teenagers I said. Other stages of human beings are not permitted to. Except for corporate people. And parents who are so attached with their children. Or- well, my point is,

 

DON’T TALK ON THE PHONE WHILE YOU’RE DRIVING ON INDIA’S ROAD. Everyone knows the drivers roads here are crazy.

DON’T RECHARGE (top up) YOUR PHONE 10 TIMES A DAY WHILE YOU’RE ON DUTY. Recharge sekali banyak-banyak sudah!

DON’T HANG UP ON YOUR CLIENTS. Screw him.

 

Because those are what he did. Seriously. Not even 30 minutes on the road and already he had to stop by the side of the road to go to a recharge shop. Leaving us in the TT. With no air-condition. And limited windows. While the sun’s baking outside. And us boiling from the heat and impatience.

 

Or was it only me boiling out of impatience?

 

Anyways, he recharged his phone, talked on it outside the shop for a while and struck a conversion with a stranger forever. As if he’s not paid to bring 11 medical-but-not-so-nerdy students to a theme park!

 

He did that on the way home as well. Leaving us in the TT. With the cars honking all around during the heavy traffic. And our stomachs grumbling since we haven’t eaten much since breakfast. And the high affinity for us to collapse on our beds as soon as we reached home.

 

Not to mention he hung up on us when we called, asking him to pick us up at the place he dropped us earlier. Not once, but twice! Wtf la. All TTs looked the same, how should we know which one was his?

 

He had issues that man, I tell you.

 

Oh alright, it wasn’t that bad. Only I made it sounded 10 times much worse because I’m such a complainer.

 

P.S: TT is this van-like bus (use your imagination!). Don’t ask me why they call it TT here. You know, like Tata. TATA. My brother laughed his ass off when he got to know it’s a brand of the cars here. And also the internet. And a bunch of other things as well. But don’t you think it’s cute to say, “I’ve a Tata!”? That’s the only cute part though. The rest suck.

Of Anatomy practical

Most people couldn’t wait for exams to end because

1. Exams are unbearable enough
2. Holidays, YAY!!!

But for us, the end of exams is merely an excuse not to study over the weekend because heck, we don’t have any holiday. 2 days of doing whatever we want and then it’s back to the usual routine on Monday.

Practical exams were fairly easier than theory papers, obviously. But then, of all the departments, not applauding for the Anatomy department  and its lecturers is practically a sin.

Why?

Because if there’s an award for creativity, then Anatomy department would certainly wins hands down. 

Anatomy practical started with identifying the 10 histology slides at the histo lab. Then we went to the dissection hall for 10 spotters questions. After that, it’s back to the histo lab to draw 2 histo slides, identify the genetic chart and had viva with the lecturer.  Went back to dissection hall for case studies, discussion and surface marking.

Not only did the lecturers managed to figure out ways to bombard us with every possible questions, they also made us ulang-alik to and fro from histo lab to dissection hall. Now, who says people in the medical field lack creativity?

Upon finishing the exams, I discovered that my life here is indeed, boring as hell. Oh yes, I could now do the things I usually couldn’t. Like sleeping in, watch movies, go online 24/7, shop……but here, I couldn’t use the word “etc”. Because that’s all there is.

THAT’S ALL THERE IS.

One stands for…one

One more day. ONE MORE PRACTICAL TEST.

As always, they save the last for the BEST specifically for us – ANATOMY.

To those yang dah habis today, woi, tak aci!!! For sure my housemates would show off in front of me later. Oh wait,  they already DID.

Dah la mine tomorrow petang. 1 – 4 PM. Waiting is suffering! Waiting also means studying!

Darn.

Please let me get Dr. Rao.

Because he asks questions and answer them himself, bwahaha. All you have to do is stand there and look thoughtful.

One more night to suffer. ONE.

Wokeh, wanna go sleep now.

P.S: GUESS WHAT? They said Dr. Rao wouldn’t be present tomorrow because his bro’s sick or something. Life is indeed, cruel.

Perfect

I used to scoff at how much of a perfectionist my mum was. She has almost everything well-planned and thought of.

I remember complaining to my maid (sorry mum!) at times and instead of backing me up like she usually would, she said,

“Don’t. You’ll end up like her one day.”

To which my reaction would involve me raising my voice in dismay saying how impossible it was. And throwing a pillow at her lah, obviously.

But then, ke mana tumpahnya kuah kalau tak ke nasi right?

I always pictured myself as someone spontaneous, a go-with-the-flow kind of person. When my friends said,

“You think I’m a perfectionist? Nisa lagi la!”

naturally, I would disagree.

I was anything but a perfectionist.

Until tonight. I don’t know why I didn’t realise it sooner.

The truth is, I am anything but spontaneous. As much as I wish I could be, I’m not.

If I usually washed my clothes on Friday, then I wouldn’t do it on any other day. And I wouldn’t let them hang on the rails more than a night.

I wouldn’t watch a movie until 3-4 am when I know I’ve an 8.30 am class on the same day.

Every night before I go to bed, I’d clear my desk and arrange the books neatly for tomorrow.

Every morning before I leave for class, I’d make sure everything is in place.

Heck, I wouldn’t even be able to sleep if I left my pencil case on the dining table outside.

Effa once commented my room looked like an assassin’s because of how freaking neat it was. Even the t-shirt I wore the night before would be laid neatly on my bed…

It’s not something I like, it’s just something I’m used to. I blame National Service

I live my life knowing it’s mine, that I’m in charge of everything that’s going on in it. When someone interferes, even if they’re my parents, I’d get prickly. It’s like this power obsession I have, this feeling of being in control.

Now I sound like a psycho.

No matter how negligent I act, I rarely do so without weighing the consequences. If I wanted to jump into a puddle, I must be prepared to get wet and muddy. And when that happens, it’s my responsibility to clean up. Not others.

One wouldn’t be angry if she doesn’t give permission to herself to feel angry. If someone caused her pain, then it’s clearly her fault for letting it happened in the first place. There’s no one to be blamed but herself…right?

When I’m in cloud nine, I tell myself it’s temporary. Like everything else, happiness too, fades. It doesn’t last. When I feel really sad, I reminded myself that it’s necesssary. Life without pain doesn’t exist.

I really respect those who are so determined, so sure about the future, because I don’t. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I don’t know if what I have now will last. And hanging on to the unsure seems…reckless.

That explains why I like playing safe, why I don’t like commitments, why I don’t like taking risks, why I’m easily traumatised. Because at the end of the day, the one who has to clean up the mess is me. At the end of the day, I don’t have anyone but myself.

And as everyone should know by now, my least favourite thing in the world is cleaning

Post-theory exams

You know when it rains, you’d usually get this damp feeling?

Ok, I’m being bias here. Probably because I never liked rain. I don’t like getting wet and being stuck inside.

But sometimes, when it matches my mood, rain gives me this lazy comfortable feeling. Something I haven’t experienced for months already. God knows when it last rained here.

So when I craved for that feeling, I listen to Was It A Dream by 30 Seconds To Mars, lol. It has this thunder and raining sounds as part of the soundtrack. Hehe.

That’s not my point though. Maaf, mukadimmah agak panjang this time

My point is, I’m having this lazy comfortable feeling NOW. Not because it’s raining…but because theory papers are over!!! I still have practicals next week though.

Yeahhhhhhhhhh.

Anatomy paper was crap basically. Yea yea, I know it’s straight forward and everything. But still crap. Of all questions, they had to ask about TONGUE for the long essay. Tongue! What’s so interesting about tongue anyway??? It’s pink and it flaps! If I wrote that would I get 2 marks? Haha.

What happened to anterior and posterior triangles? Parotid and submandibular glands? Cervical fascia? Carotid fossa? Sinus??

Aiya.

Physiology was modestly fine. And biochem too. Glad I could actually say that, he he. All in all, this time’s exam was less painful compared to the first one. Maybe the topics were harder and a lot more, but at least I knew what’s going on.

No more denials, no more self-conflict. Just….medic. Have to live with it.

On a side note, this week’s the 5th week (if I’m not mistaken) since I’d last went out! I’m so proud of myself!! And I know you guys are too!!! Lol.

And thus, I’ve a lot of money left for this month (so that’s how people save money!) Duit MARA masuk bulan depan, yay!

*Nisa flexing her fingers itching to spend*

Toddles!