Mumbai ka taxi wala ;)

this game is superrrrr hard but haha very thoughtful I should say. a typical bombay street pictured boootipully ;)

Bombay Taxi 2

Hell gates OPEN!

By this time next week i would be in heaven...
but its one crazy week ahead.. GOD bless me..

monday - cell bio!
wednesday - bioinformatics!
thursday - biostatistics!
thursday 7pm - MERDEKAAAAAAAA!
friday&saturday - ALL day jolly day
Sunday - balik kampong ohh ohh ohhhh balik kampong..

In JANA GANA MANA mood

Exams nearing so asusual Youtubeing exponentially increased... and i bumped into a few videos which left me awestruck!

This one is the best - India's New Anthem. I just have no words.. MINDBLOWING twas. Hats of Shanker Ehsan! Its too beautiful... Every INDIAN should see this!



Then, I clicked on this Swades song (with english translation ) and OMG it was amazing how much i could relate to it. I am sure many of us will.

I miss India.. I miss jayasri.. I miss my school.. my beloved teachers.. neeraja aunty oh she was an angel! (u will always be remembered aunty).. my cousins.. thatha..my people!
I miss those roadside tea shops...
early mornings in madurai - where u get a mixture of malligai poo and sude2 idli scents tingling ur olfactory glands .. =')
Icecream parlours! god I could kill for it!



I feel all patriotic suddenly... I want to go back!

Deadly DEADLINE!

FRIDAY 14th NOVEMBER 2008 - A bad hair day would have been a million times better than a day it turned out to be. To start off with was cell bio test. Can it get any worse?!?!? Anyway deadline for our 50% experimental biochem report was at 5pm and we had decided that we wouldn’t touch the report till cell bio get done coz well things to be mugged for CB was simply overwhelming! Thus, we were literally counting on every minute right after 12pm to get the report done. By WE, of course I refer to me and my life savior Mathura ( haha...I know it sounds ridiculous. I am completely sane when I typing this.. atleast for now, for, lord knows what nus will do to me in the years to come. Anyway ladies and gentlemen, reasons for that would be brought into limelight as you read further )

So yah.. there we sat at yih student socities area wearing that “Oh-my-god-i–just-want-to-get-this-done” look on our faces.

12.30pm- I still have 30% of my report untouched. Virgin it was =P

1.00pm – Mathura and I decide that whatever it takes, we are getting this whole thing done by 4pm as we have to get it printed and hand in the hard copy at our beloved cool and cosy lab.

2.00pm-I see a mail from my lab partners saying that they are CHANGING the literature for our enzyme property and CHANGING the pI and CHANGING the entire purification table. Now I am not quite sure if a non-science student would understand my predicament at this remark but this actually means I change my entire discussion which is absolutely CRAZY! So its a total NO-NO!

>>FF (fastforwarded)

4.15pm- We are still at the same yih SS area with eyes locked on our laptop screens and our hands on keypad mechanically rattling away all the possible words which our minds could think off at that point of time .Thanks to my philosophy module which made me so not-in-touch with scientific writings for quite sometime. All of the sudden I realize my lab report looks like a love letter!

4.30pm - OK thats it! we had to rightfully stop now if we dint want to land in deep trouble. BUT... ahah! Thats when we realize we have not done our turnitin part. And THIS THIS THIS is the time when you don’t get logged in.. incorrect password blah blah an BLAH!

4.40pm - Location: CBLC printing area. Lab reports sent to the printer and we breathe a sigh of relief. But then again.. what we saw was “ REPLACE PRINT CARTRIGE”. I freaked out! Thanks to Mathura who was still calm and said its perfectly ok we can still make it if we send it again and so we do.

4.45pm - The best part- we send it and get it printed instantly. YAY! BUT...Ahuhuh..Mathura had sent hers to A3 printer! And it would look slightly odd when u see a poster sized lab report admidst the regular A4 sized ones wouldn’t it?

4.50pm -New cartridge.. new jobs retrived all set I wish I could say GO when the screen showed 11 documents in queue... PERFECT! Simply fantastic!

4.56pm - Surprisingly it was fast and we got it out. And we RAN .. ran as though we were being chased by a stray dog which had not been fed for days...ran for our lives knowing the nature of our grumpy TA who wouldn’t accept the report 1 minute past 5pm. We cursed the landscapes of NUS for being so hilly and staircase-sy and cursed our laptop makers who made our 3.5kg laptops and cursed ourselves for being silly enough to run with it! So I chose to stay back and watch our bags and laptops. Clinging on to both our lab reports, Mathura continued our mission. RUN GIRL run! Run as though your running for the pride and honour of your family, I thought , and quietly relented myself into Spinelli@university hall for a hot cup of hot choc thinking that she would call when she is back.

5.20pm - no call..no Mathura.. I tried calling her umpteen times... no ans!?!?!?!?!?! then realized that her phne was vibrating her bag which was right next to me! Maybe if I could just go out and take a peek at whats happening. Poor thing, there she was, my hero! She had been walking up and down yelling my names just like devotees in thirumala do when they walk to tirupathi!If only she had gone to jayu’s room and called me using her phone, would have made all our lives better! LOL.


It was a day where all the possible things which could go wrong DID go wrong! Moral of the story, don’t do last minute work! Dont print at CBLC! And this one is for Mathura, thank all the god and goddess in the world that you forgot ur heels that day! Anyway thank you mathu, u were really an angel...if not for you I would have probably not have made it through. As chanchal says it, you were just AWESUM ;)

I miss shin shannnnnnnnnn!

I dunno why am i blogging now at all with so much to do for cell bio!!!! argh! stress!!
ok ok.. kejap je... i suddenly have this craving to watch crayon shin shan!!!!!
haha i should admit its kinda of .. nono.. actly extremely silly but its damn hilarious when its in malay! and sometimes with their double meaning jokes! haha.. i miss it! those 7.30pm saturday nites on ntv7 were the days !

AnGeL...

I believe in angels.. I am one, but thats different story!
I got this poem in a mail and I got reminded of all the guardian angels! This is for u guys...

My Angel

My angel is the one who looks over me
My angel is the who cares for me
My angel is the one who loves me
My angel has beautiful brown eyes
My angel has beautiful black hair
My angel will be there when I get hurt
My angel will be the one that is always on my mind
The angel that keeps me breathing
The angel of my dreams
The angel that keeps me alive
My angel will cheer me up when I’m sad
THANK YOU MY ANGEL!

BYE-BYE segamat! Yeeeeehaw KAYELL!

To cut things short... 1 week break.. 4 days packing ( my mom is such a great taskmaster! ) , 1 day shifting and the rest watching movies! finally shifted to kl.. hopefully this is for the best. yes... it would be for sure! BUT i miss my dear old SAY-GAMAT! sobs sobs... yea yea.. its the so-not-very-developed town.. call it a village even if u want to...we ride on boats when it floods... we dont have cinema.. bla bla bla but I GREW UP THERE! so emo! ='(
hmmmm.... done is done.. memories cherished.. time to move on. But i'll remember every one of u guys i met there! i promise!
settled down somehow in kl... went for a couple of movies..
kuchelan was awesome! thalaivar padamna chummava... at least the last 20mins.. choo touching!
I came back by bus today.. waw i never knew buses could be so luxurious .. bless me this is the time gua ambik bas macam itu ya.. gua banyak setia kat KTM ooh! technically i paid RM45... but they gave me so many stuffs la wei.. 1 bottle of mineral water.. 1 piece of cake and they let me watch mr.and mrs. smith for free! lol well buses from segamat werent that all generous type alrite! say no more on this people! =P
tommorw whole new semester.. biggggggggg things coming up ahead.. and i m too sleepy.. so zzzzzzzzzzzzz!

BANYAKKKKKKKKK KIJA!

Whoa.. banyak kerja la.. no time to update sorry! next week this experimental module will be done! YEAY! but 70% of the asssessment is next week! sobs =(
mini project report also due next week! argh!!!! special sem sucks!!!!!

I found KKK song atlast =) enjoyed it.. beautiful lyrics! the very cute ones are "algebra nam pagaivanai uthai!" hahaha and the " thaayaga thozhi thanthaiyaga thozhan maridum neram.." walaaau! cantik macam bunga!
Ok for those who have no idea what I am talking about, there is this megaserial in vijay tv.. kanaa kaaanum kaalangal.. toooooo good! well actly the earlier episodes alone la.. now its pretty boring! no irfan no shiva not even my joe kutty! haha he is the best!!!the whole story revolves around that typical indian school settings which i missed.. saddening! i can go on and on blabbering about it but the stack of LSM2202 lec notes looks like some tamil movie climax villain! so chioz..

Cikgu ZULFIKLI

Taare Zameen Par. Black. Two movies which throbbed my heart away recently. I've already written a review for it in my friendster yet I am not satisfied. Why this movie touched me so much? Coz I too had a teacher just like this one in this movie. (wait.. wait I was neither dyslexic nor mentally ill whatsoever ya!)

When I went back to Segamat last week, I somehow found my long lost karangan notebook. The “Diri Saya” and “Keluaga Saya” essays with red marks all over the page, the “penbeturan” (thats exactly how I had spelt it) that a teacher made me write over and over again put a smile on my face now when I think of it.

It was the dark gloomy days of life which I spent in T’ganu without knowing a single word in malay. Where I used to sit amidst a huge group of tudung-ed malay girls and vividly stare at yet another tudung-ed being who desperately tried to keep the class interesting in the extremely dry subject (kajian tempatan) with all her superpowers braught out to lime light through lame comedy .. so classic! Even that I figured out only after months because initially it was just like watching a Japanese movie without subtitles! (shakespeary movie! No action all! ) And of course I made a big fool of myself when I approached her as I deliberately wanting to seek guidance. So after after professionally looking through my English-malay pocket dictionary I gained all my courage and wanted to ask her when she was free. But ended up asking “Bila cikgu percuma?” She was perplexed initially then burst into laughter!
The point is I was lost! Totally!

Then slowly this “tuition-will help” thing crept in. TUITION..I’ve never even heard of it when I was in India. Back then there it was like tuition = for school drop-outs. It was this ugly drainage that you wouldn’t want to step into. But of course now things have changed.. SO MUCH!
I agreed reluctantly.. Well actually I didn’t have much of a choice!

Cikgu Zulkifli – my 1st Bahasa Malaysia @ Melayu (even after solid 10years spent in Malaysia I see people are still contemplating over this issue and they don’t seem to come to a consensus.. Malaysia la beb =P ) Anyway back to my cerita! His mom was my dad’s patient and when he heard that I was helpless, he readily agreed to be my tutor. And he refused to take fees.. noble eh? I couldn’t even pronounce his name properly! Zulkifli.. Zulfikli all sounded the same to me.. ARGH! All the names were so alien after being so used to the lalithas.. shreenivases and moorthis back in india.

He used to travel 20km everyday from some ulu kampong in t’ganu all the way to my house and teach me malay. The best part is he couldn’t speak English! Great! How much worse can it get. No international school.. No special malay coaching.. Not even a teacher who could speak English! But the magical part of it was that, he never gave up nor did he let me give up!

Umpteen times I failed in most of my subjects as everything was in malay. All this were very new to me. I felt like running back to India that instance and happily going back to DAV! But he never gave up! I used to curse him under my breath for the silly kindergarden story books he made me read... the “satu dua tiga” and “isnin selasa rabu” he made me memorize. A point to be mentioned... even till now I think twice before saying SELASA because I never got it right back then! I used to confuse it with SELESA ! Admit it.. It’s confusing what! Well I had to start from scratch =/

But later on especially when it came to slightly higher level complicated Malay ,Primary 3, it became difficult. He felt bad that he couldn’t speak English. So he brought another teacher along .. his English speaking friend supposedly.. and I used to have 2:1 Malay class! Haha. Though the new guy was just a shade better than him but the sincerity that mattered. And of course, for the dosas they enjoyed from mom’s kitchen too mattered I guess! Haha that explained why my classes got purposely extended to dinner time at most of the times =P but argh well, mere hindustani ma loves being a host more than anything!

Well after that slowly I picked up malay .. and I moved to Segamat. Till today I feel bad for not keeping touch with him ...Wait...frankly I am exaggerating. Erm actly, not that I have it in my mind always or what but argh well.. it’s just a phrase everybody use when they repent over something! So yah bear with it!

I was Bored =/

DISCLAIMER : I m no born poet watsoeva. I write for pleasure. Nammelam eli so tamil pulis please pardon me =)


Nyabagangal silainthu varugindrana
siruga siruga..
Sooriyan oothike athangathudhan kathirundhen
yaenggi yaenggi..

Puthunarchiyodu imaigal thirandhen
melle melle..

Nodi indri thavaravidamal azhgai rasithen
mayangi mayangi..

nammum itharkoru pangatrinom enru magizhthen
solli solli.. thozhargalidam

thiderendru koorayutham ennai sithaithathu
valike valike..
katharinen.. thuddhithen..

ahayoh! iyarkaiyin arumai puriyavilaiye manithannuku!
sirithen.. azhuden..
sendren..


aacharyathudan ..erichalludan viyaerkirathu
boomiyai melum mirugutte vandhe siru poo chendhu !

HAIL Socrates!

ONE week of writing philosophy paper feels like its more than enough for the rest of my life! I am so so so so so sooooooooooo not into it! Thanks to the 246paged textbook which served spendidly as the most effective sleeping pill ever! 5mins max! Adverse effect if its raining.. 2 minit sudah cukup!

Infact poisoning Mr.Socrates seems so justifiable now...
ATTN : Dear Socrates admirers, please dont get miffed. This is just a poor pathetic student in philosophy complaining her own why-on-earth-did-i-take-this-module way.

Well yah... just look at these philosophers..Dahlah make their lives miserable enough, haiz ppl had to remember what he told and write it down to torture us further! What kinda person keeps wriggling twiggling on the same matter throughly plough it in and out over and over and OVER again! Well i guess i am just complaining too much coz i am completely frustrated. The repercussion of this paper is that I am totally addicted to this silly shooting game http://www.owensworld.com/flashgames/play-824.htm#embed

AND ya.. this video on our indian tamil cinema philosopher sizzling away with his PHILOSOPHICAL thoughts..that too in english..must c!





One word.. MINDBLOWING!

Trust..

There are some songs and some poems which you can just keep listening or staring as it earnestly struggles to let itself free. This one below, on trust, is one like that... but do I actually trust anymore?


Trust....

I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon I know its love’s divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky I know its separate days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun I know its blinding sight
I trust the clouds
I trust the crimson waves
I trust the things I love
I know that this trust saves Me.

-Shashidhar-