Sketchy Interuni

Today, another day of 9 to 5. With everyone balik kampung celebrate Deepavali, i be the few "abandons" marrooned on the shore of UNMC duck lake. So far for my grand plans of travelling Little wild wild West Malaysia before i had my taste of English soil. So anyway, i end up having having to relive past reminiscene of events which makes me seemed a bit young for an old man fetish.

While pretending to be rocking my old, algae-fenestrated pc chair, i be thinking where did i go wrong how on earth did i end up trying to be a modern medicine man. Okay end of intro.

Interuni event- a event which cause heavy casualties in terms of my brain cells. So if i respond slower than 3 seconds or you need to call me "mak, mak, mak " X5, forgive of brain cells; they are still recuperating. A small blessing in disquise, or else i respond too fast in places like nite market and embarrassed myself when children are asking for their mum. Anyway it start like a usual fine monday morning, except i was still half-blur from the previous hectic day of orientation. Still disorientated from the orientation, i was half asleep during in Dr X lectures (for safety reasons) half of the lectures. But unknown to me, i was in for another week of brainstorming. Surprise! I suddenly got a post of Team Leader without going through the proper procedure for an interview 1st. Never expected to be promoted so fast, i inquired and found that i was the only member registered.

After 3 days of hibernation from my carrer shock, i finally decided i should start finding targets for my team.
Day 4: So begin my day of hunting down acquaintances and juniors who stands in my way. First there was the masterminding part where we plan who to capture. Then those who was trapped into joining the team begun laying traps for people who was unaware of the potential embarrassment they have to face if they accept the invitation. At the end of the day, despite our efforts, our harvest was hovering around 10 people +-.

Day 3: After entrusting backup Plan B to SSSS(who went to raid the juniors),  we start discussion on what we were suppose to do. After assigning ah peng, ah ma, Gong Gong and mei mei, we finally have a sketch. Pratice was held briefly, people embarrased and laughed, and some absence(actually a lot)and present, and through endless trials, tears and suggestions, the sketch was a disaster in making.

Day2 >>> to day 1.
So I retreat myself to my humble abode beside the supposely hunted house in tts@. Feasting only on peanut butter sandwich,and countless facebooks and clips, i manage to refinalized my script which actually just 80% finished. Another costly battle for the brain neurons, may your deaths be remembered.

Judgement day arrved.

Equipped with plastic bags, scrap papers, detol sanitizer, lollipop, and towel, our team of 24 braved the stage, resign to our fate of knowing we be making history as the H1N1 warriors of UNMC. 20 minutes of soap drama, featuring our favourite H1N1 virus, accompanied by saleswoman, politician, lawyer, ah gong, mei mei, di di, nian and acting pharmacist, spiced up with a short presentation H1N1, it was a success. Feeling confident that we had beat the IMUs, we let our guard down. Too bad for us though as the Monashis demonstrated their prowess and bankrupt us of Rm 300 by taking the 1st prize. Anyway, it was a fun and memorable event especially for some people who (erhmp) hunting damsels and maybe duke too in distress.

In the end though, we did beat the Monashis in one thing: we went home earlier than them  coz their bus was late an hour. I guess thats one thing i should appreciate our shuttle bus service for.



 
" It doesn't make sense at all"
If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost

Journey to the West (part 2 -really^2 long)

And so the story continues to the stage when i was walking towards the Eon bank in Semenyih. A familiar motor roar threatened from behind and in a blink of an eye, 2 guys with helmets was less than a metre beside me. Probably watched too much TV1 drama, the front guy show off his what seemed to be like a stick pole. The other guy was already hands in my pocket.

Suddenly my whole vision blurred as i became aware of my current state. Blood was gushing from my left hands and  i was covered in spots of red from face to toe. A feeling of unrealness came to me as i had a feeling was still dreaming. I suddenly realised that my left hand had reflexively block the stick which was actually a knife. Too shock, i unconsciously helped my assailant take out my phone and keys in my right pocket. Also at that instant, i realised what was hapening and was in a instance, having a tug-of-war with my fellow 5-seconds-acquaintance.

Anyway with my left hand still in critical condition, i surrender as the assailants buzzed off with their Raya Bonus.  My first meeting with a woman and 2 kids was a trial. Can't blame her that my current appearance was a put off. So i wandered straight to a motorbike shop nearby. Luckily for me and maybe quite the opposite for my newly appointed driver, i was able to hitch a ride to the nearest clinic. Together with 7 stiches, 4 staring onlookers and a bit bandage, i manage to leave the clinic with a Rm 10 discount, and a few sashimi lighter.

I guess i was a bit cruel for having a free ride to the Store, then back my house again and then to the Polis Pondok near the Uni. The guy who drove me on a motor bike was still kind enough to give me his contact card before i enter the Polis station. Anyway after the inquiries and the report, i was ask to wait outside the station under the sun (talk about malaysiann hospitality)

Needless to say, i have to recount my experience to my uncle and aunt and many countless time still to come when anyone who can't read palm lines see my hands. And with my key and phone somewhere in Semenyih, i have to break into my rented house since my housemates are coming back 2 weeks later the earliest. A wonder that i remember none but one mobile number which is my housemate's phone number which i have just meet once. Reason? The number was the router password which i was troubleshooting 3 days trying to surf the internet. Talk about blessing in disguise. So with that, i could get in touch with the house owner to unlock the doors.

But then there is still the Only-housemates-got-key padlock being the only setback. With no options left, we have to break into the house with the aid of a few tools and friendly neighbours.

And now back to the Black Cat theory of Relativity Luck. Even before write this issue, there was another black cat, this time friend-friend with a white cat that appear in front of me few days ago. The result? Me and my housemates can't board 2 bus that day because it is full. And when returning from Midvalley by KTM, the train was delayed(yes, again) and apparently the bus driver must be having bladder issue that he needs to go back uni 2 minutes earlier than schedule. Not to say the bus supervisor already reassure us by phone earlier that the bus will wait for 10 minutes. So the usual story of a group of people stranded on KTM grounds for another 45 minutes till 12 midnite while some people got ripoff by taxis.

Lesson? Don't trust SA bus schedule completely and the contact no is just for decoration only. How about the black cats? Actually that just coincidences that happened once in a while. After all i was having pretty bad luck that whole month.

And back to the prologue of the Hungry Ghost stuff. Actually nothing much happens. I just put it there just to make up the mood of the article. After all, it doesn’t need to make sense anyway, rite?

END of Part 2

" It doesn't make sense at all"

If any of the blog contents have made you feel insulted or think it is too stupid, i apologize first and foremost