Memories

Adapted from Ganesh in http://groups.yahoo.com/group/imu_m204/ :

(found it hilarious!)

Hey guys…

Chun Peng(or newly adopted name i.e. jason) and Wern Hao(also known
as Jonathan now) played pool with our other friends just now… They
played 2 games… 2 Classic misses happened…

1st miss which is CLASSIC…. Jason(i.e. Chun Peng) had to hit the
ball… I don’t know how to explain this. The colour ball he
supposed to hit was just right in front of the middle hole. And the
white ball was on the straight line. What i meant is if you draw a
line btw the 2 middle holes, both the colour ball and white ball is
on that line. jason hit the white ball. Guess what happened? White
ball flew over the colour ball and went inside the hole!!!

2nd miss which is not as funny is the same situation for Wern Hao
but this time is the last black ball. He missed it…

3rd MISS–> This is not in pool table. However all the M204 students
in Melbourne FAILED our ENGLISH test which happened to be our 1st
test…

These are the classic 3 misses in Melbourne so far…

Will keep you guys updated…

Ganesh

Btw, join the M204 yahoo group!

Thanx to Wenhao’s article in the Makan Club blog, my name from now onwards will be officialy known as Jason. Let me try to explain the acceptance of this new identity. Imagine this senario..

Setting: Dining hall, we’re sitting around a 6-person table.

Time: 635pm. Dinner.

We were chatting happily when A decided to join us in our table. Quite naturally we would introduce ourselves.

A: Hi I’m A. You are?

Darren: I’m Darren.

A: Oh darren. And you?

Me: I’m Chun Peng.

A: Sorry? Chu.. what?

This senario invariably happens everytime we meet new faces in the hostel. Until the time when the boys interfered by saying: Just call him Jason!

………. I am Jason! Watch my knife..

This is my room! On the right is the wardrobe!

This is our KEY! doesn’t it look like a dog tag?

Now it does. This is St Kilda Beach during sunset. The time was 835pm!

4 Mr Beans? This picture is taken in the city.

We’ve started our first day today. We were warmly greeted and had quite a long session of enrolment porcedure. Even lunch was provided!

After that we ad our first CSU session. It’s called ICM (i forgot what it means) here. :o) The topic was GI system. Ganesh demonstrated and I was the SP.. So he began as what we’ll do usually.. Greeted and asked for the hand and started reporting: His hands are dry and warr… Before he could finish his word, Dr Petrina stopped him. Apparently, we are not required to report whatever we did. Just look and move on, even the eyes, and the abdomen! Light palpation.. just feel and then tell the patient that i’m going to press again, but harder this time. We only have to palpate and percuss for liver span, palpate for spleen and auscultate for bowel sounds. No reporting needed at all. Forget about shifting dullness, fluid thrill, percuss for spleen (she has not heard of the term ‘traube’s space’!).. Top of all, they are given 9 mins! :o)

There’s a bit of culture shock everyone felt. But CSU wise, i think we are on the advantageous side. Tmr we’ll have lessons on theory. Hopefully we can do well too! :o)

It’s almost midnight here. Even though there were much anticipations of coming to Melbourne, I actually feel a sense of loneliness. The full moon is hanging outside my window, highlighting the stillness of the night. Sitting alone in my room now, it’s dead quiet. There’s no spinning of the fan, no noise from the television, no familiar voices of my friends and family..

Maybe it’s the feeling of alienation, maybe it’s the feeling of missing somebody or even something. I feel empty. I understood that I was sent here for a purpose. But right now, I just can’t muster any motivation to do anything. I feel like lying down on my bed and let every second squanders by. This is exactly how I feel now. Without my friends, without the social support, I am back to square one. All that I have achieved for the passed years do not matter anymore. I am now a person who has no history, no status and no social background. I can’t help but wonder: Will anyone accept me for they have been together for the past 3 years? For a class of two hundred students, will they even bother?

I remember the times when I was in Singapore. I joined the class 5 months later than the rest. It was dejavu. The feeling was similar. The starting was difficult, but in the end, I was proud to announce that I belonged to the wonderful class of S26. However, I am not alone this trip. I have with me 3 classmates who are staying in the same hostel. Life should be better, I thought. But why do I still feel the same sensation like before?

Perhaps this is just the transition period. Perhaps I’ve thought too much. I tried to console myself. Perhaps as workload starts to pour in, I would not even have time to bother about these petty feelings. I wish.

I spoke to my girlfriend just now; I felt great finding comfort listening to a familiar voice which showed so much concern to me. Thank you darling. I wish to apologize for the silly tantrum I threw upon you. So I wish to speak to you that I wept, I can’t bear to make you feel sad.

It’s a new beginning here. The sun is no longer gentle. It scorches my skin. The air is no longer humid. It cracks my lips. The wind is no longer soothing. It’s so cold it pierces the bone. The people are no longer familiar. They all appear different. The language is no longer the same. There’s no more ‘lah’ in the conversation. The culture is no longer the same. There’s no ‘mamak’s and ‘kedai runcit’s around.

I wish to keep in touch to everyone back in the place where I call home. I wish that the Malaysian that I have always had in me would not be diluted by the duration of my stay in this country. Thank you all my friends and family who have supported and blessed me throughout this journey.

Thank you for sending us off - Jay, Hau Chun, Chin Hun, Lay In, Se Yin, Suet May, Shangari, Li Yeen, Wai Meng, Kenn & Shao Wen!