Babbles of An Earthling

{June 28, 2010}   another year to go

Next year will be(with God’s grace) my last year as a medical student, officially that is. I dun think medicine is a subject whr u can actually stop learning, thr is alwiz sum idiot sumwhr cumin up wif sum new theory(as if we dun hv enuff oredi), or another asshole elsewhr cumin up wif a new life reformin drug which will b claimed to hv min side effect. Wateva the case, we will hv to check up on it, read it, if we like it, recommend it.  But i m not here to “complain”, i just want to write abt this place whr i m in rite now, Russia, a country for which i thought in form 3 while learning geography “Which nutcase wud actually want to go n live there?”…hehehe, well the joke is on me then.

Next year when i leave, i will definitely miss this place, miss my life here, miss many many things. I can tell u now that d onie reason i wud ever cum back home is for(as 7t says it) the 2 F’s; family & food. If Msia didnt hv these things, i wud not even wan to head back at all.

here r a few reasons y i wud miss russia:

– 1st n foremost: the 4 seasons, espclly winter(hr it is definitely a white winter, n knee high level of snow)

-the wind, it constantly windy here, escpecially in spring, my the cool breeze, wonderful feeling

-the transportation system, very very extremely efficient n most importantly on time

– ppl here dun care wat u wear, u wear wat u want, no one cares

– no one hoots n u, or says “mai la adik, naik kerete dgn abg” (i wud understand if they had said in russian)

-i feel safer here, i cud go out 5 pm n cum back at 10pm(mind u, just girls, n not in a car, by bus) wifout worries

-i find shopping more amazing here, maybe its cos of the variety of clothes, brands, shoes is immense n quite affordable, n wen they hv sale, they relli mean sale, the price goes relli down!!! LOVE IT!

-the patients here r very knowledgable, they know everything abt their dcs, from when, to how, to name of drugs, how many times per day, whats the dose, just everything

-not forgetting SOME russian guys, who hv a hot bod or a cute face(i constantly meet one who looks like Ronan Keating).

– n oh yes, the women, the girls, man they r HOT HOT HOT!!!! they r relli beautiful!! seriusly  beautiful!

-the parks, beautiful view of the river n the sunset, simply breathtaking!

what will i NOT miss abt russia

-the freakin unfair markin system!!!!!(breath in, breath out, lets not gt thr today Maalini)

-the ppl hr spit everywhr

-everywhr onie sushi or spagetthi or McD

-the extremes of temperature(-40 celcius to +40)

-unreliable internet system

-very hard to get veges or fruit, or they r freakin expensive

-how those middle age ladies push u here n there in d bus jus cos u r smaller than them

well thats abt it i guess. all i know is this placed changed me for the better. I hv never said i hate it, i may hv hated sum situation or moments but never this place. I guess thats y i survived so far.

it doesn’t matter whr u end up, it what u do with it is wat matters!


{May 21, 2010}   a freaky thursday

well well, my teeth hv a very bad arrangement, thats y my upper set hv braces on them, n the lower ones r gonna hv their latest members extracted.

i was having this really big swell n terrible pain in my mouth for 3 days, n i finally went to see shari on wednesday(actually she came to my room). n wen she checked me, she didnt look happy. she said “i think u hv to cum n see my teacher already. Shari has been tellin me for a few years oredi to get my wisdom tooth extracted, i hv been avoiding it cos of fear of pain, n my dad the same(daddy’s love, wat to do?)

anyway on thursday morning went to see the dentist, n was waiting for shari. while waiting i was not even remotely thinking abt getting my tooth extracted, but i did make a joke abt it to Kiran. He was also patiently waiting for the dentist wif me.

then a group of our academy students came to the same block. the came n asked me” eh, Maalini wat u doing here?” i showed my swollen cheek happily n said “jus came to see for a treatment for this, thats all, i think its a small infxn, btw who is ur teacher?” She replied “oh the tall one!” in my head i was like “great i m gonna show this whole group my oral cavity cos their teacher is my dentist.

Then she came, this tall lady whose aura i wish to hv in the future, u know u cant mess wif this lady. Shari explaint to her abt my situation, n the teacher assumed that i didnt know russian so was using shari as an interpretor. Well while checking me the teacher made a lot of comment about my oral hygiene “she doesnt clean it well, oh n here near the swellin thr is pus, thr is onie none thing to do here,EXTRACTION!!!”

DID SHE JUS SAY EXTRACTION? u mus be kidding me. then she said to me “i will be here if u decide to do it now, but i advise u to do so, cos if u leave it for long u will hv a vertically moving infxn, n by that time ur symptoms n swelling will be worse. i had to make a quick call back home, disturbing my parents who wr busy wif a temple function. all was decided n in 15 minutes i was back on the chair.

dentist gave me anasthesia n my the anasthesia is freakin painful, n i got poked by that long metal syringe nearly 7 times, plus another smaller one another 3 times i think, i guess i lost count. i was reall in pain n so i shut my eyes tight, n she laughed at me, n asked abt my “pottu” to her students, n they wr happily answering. then i was left alone for 10 minutes for the anasthesia to take effect.

the playar like thing

by the time she came back i was mentally prepared for the extraction n any pain. the freaky thing was  tat i was a sample to the students, n like how i used to hear teachers explain wat they wr goin to do, i was listening to wat she was gonna do to ME. every step she explained wif the instrument being flashed rite before my eyes. The freakiest was the “playar”-kind-of -thing use to extract the tooth. during the extraction the pain of the pressure she was putting on my lips n my mandible n my cheek was far worse. she was done in mere few minutes, n i was relieved. but after that she rushed all the students out of the room, n another nurse came in, n told me in russian “take of ur pants n show me ur ass”, WAT THE F?!!!  she said i hv to give u injxn, n so she did. then after all this i left the room, n while waiting to suck it all in shari came n asked me “Hey Maalini, do u hv hepatitis B or C?”    EH?!!!NO! , then shari said that d nurse poked herself after poking me, hahaha!

then was advised of wat not to do, n wat to do. i was really afraid of the pain sinking in so i rushed to the pharmacy n bot one of the strongest pain killers. but then shari told me “pain onie comes one or 2 days after the extraction,” so i took the time to tell the horror story to as many ppl as possible (yes i love attention), n managed to make my parents feel relieved.

oh n every hour i had to take frozen sausage or vege packet, n put it on my face for ten minutes.

oh n the anasthesia was so good, i cudnt feel half of my oral cavity until i woke up from my evening nap. she really was a great dentist cos i heard a freakier story from shari after i got my extraction, sum1 got their tooth extracted after  4 hours, if it was me i wud hv run away, 4 hours?!!! seriously?!!!

{April 29, 2010}   uneventful life

well, my life is sooo boring all i hv is my laptop. so kekesianan! anyways cant go shopping anymore cos exam is very very near the corner. anyways its been a long time since i blogged, i hv lost the inspiration to blog. Usually i just complain like wat i m doing rite now.

anyways here r a few pics i wud like u to see

jensen ackles a.k.a Dean Winchester, supernatural

Dennis Oh@Dennis O'Neil

this beautiful man i m sure u all know

Thomas Gibson a.k.a SSA Aaron Hotchner, criminal minds

South Indian actor, Surya Sivakumar

These r a few men i enjoy drooling at, i m sure most the guys up here most of u know except the Asian ones. Dennis Oh, is a korean actor, he acted in a drama called Witch Yoo-Hee n i loved his character. Surya is a famous n very talented indian actor, i m sure most of u like onie the Bollywood actors n actresses, well they r more glamorous than south indian, talking abt Bollywood, i forgot this man

Arjun Rampal

This gorgeous one is from bollywood, not very famous though! so if u hv the time, can u tell me the similiarities btwn these men, that u can see! they r  r very similar! seriously! well if u hv time to waste, pls tell me, if u dun, just enjoy the pics!

{March 18, 2010}   hating myself again

the year has not been quite right for me! i m not very happy wif how i had to begin it. first of all delaying my peads was a bad decision but i aced it in the end n hvin onie 2 days in btwn to read my psychi(aced that too!). I was  very relieved but internal med is also killing me now. I wanted M’sian nite this year to be memorable for me tis year but unfortunately a sad news from home changed it al. Since then things hv not been in place. My braces hv pushed my teeth to the right n my dentist has given me a second appointment with no hopes of taking it out soon.

Most importantly my mum n i had  had a heart to heart talk n several decisions were made. i was happy for a moment, but life today is not very ideal, no body can be trusted.

I dun like myself rite now. i cant speak for myself lately, i know wat is rite for me, i know wat i hv to do. but i cant seem to be able to do it. i know the onie person who has to fight for me is me, but i cant.

I m too patient, i m too soft, n sum ppl close to me take real good advantage of it. I dun put myself first in any r/ship, n this is very obvious to ppl arnd me that htye sumtimes use it to their advantage.

i know this runs thru sum ppls minds “ha, whr is she gonna go? say sorry make her laugh she will b ur fren again!” i dunno y am i so afraid of changes. i need a change, especially when i m given a chance i shud take it. But i cant, i keep saying not yet. What if its too late, what if i regret? y do i worry about the feeling sof the one who hurts me constantly? y do i hv to keep my promises? y do i hv to see the bright side of everything? y do i hv to be the one to pujuk?

y does it alwiz hv to be? n y do i alwiz give up in the end?

to tell myself the truth, i need home,i need my family. home is whr i feel safe n happy, away from sum vultures called frenz!

{February 8, 2010}   silver jubilee

i few months ago i was freakin out about this, but the day i turned 25 i was ok. Mainly cos it felt like any other day. I baked myself two sets of cakes and i got a third one from my floormates. i was happy to receive a bag that i really wanted as a present from Emmy n Kiran.

it was a very warm n lovely. I cudnt celebrate it wif a lot of cheer, cos i was thinking abt sum1 else n was a worried for him. I think about him constantly n i wish was there wif him rite now,  i m sure may of us who know who i m talking about feels the same way i do. I pray for ur strength my fren.

i got not much to say rite now. see u guys soon.

this is me, 25 years old, dun i look dashing?

{February 4, 2010}   the milestone

I was 15. I played a lot the previous 2 years. I just changed to be so different. I didnt like homeworks, i just wanted to hv fun. I liked 911, i collected all their poster, i listened and sang to their songs. I knew every song, everyword, every melody. I became lazy n very mischievious. i didnt hv any dreams, any ambition, school became a wonderful place to escape. But wen i was fifteen it all just changed.

I travelled to kl 3 times every week by public bus to go to tuition. The tuition centre was very famous and the teachers made learning very entertaining. My grades went up, n i was more serius wif my work. Travelling on my own in the bus was a very useful experience for me. I was able to be independant for those brief moments, but the experience was not all the way nice, it had its ups n downs. Travelling to the tuition centre from my school was sumwat  an adventourous moment, i went wif my frenz n sumtimes they wud say “aiyah ponteng one day la, cum lets go central market, just go around n lepak!” .Was tempted to but the vision of my mom finding out about tis scared me away every time.

That year i was a good kid, but onie for that year. My dad told me “this is it, this is the year that u decide wether its science or arts” sounded huge that time. hehehe, so thr wif that fearsome quote in my head i studied n for that year n the two previous years whr i had lost so much on.

The exam days were ok, but the day before the results came out. i was freaking out. I still remember that night, my dad came home from work, n i stuttered n told him “t..t.ttomoro rrresults cuming Out.” n u know wat my dad said ” so? u r probably gonna get 2 or 3 A’s onie” HUA!!!! i was so embarassed, i was like “HUA!!!U DUN BELIEVE IN ME!!”. the next morning, those words were running in my head, n wen i saw my results, the next thing on my head was “whr is the phone, whr is the phone, whr is the DAMN phone?!!!” i needed to call my dad n tell him “i ACED it all, HA!!!”

But my mom said, ur dad is in the school. i ran to find him, but just before i reahced him, i cooled down went near him , n handed him the paper, waiting to say sumthing wen he looks up at me. My head was streaming for bombastically sarcastic words while muttering “look up pa, look up…i wanna say sumthing”. Finally, he looked up wif tears in his eye, hugged me wifout taking off his helmet. My head banged his helmet, n all the words which i had prepared went missing. N i felt so stupid for thinking of being sarcastic to my own father. he was so proud of me, he alwiz was, he just needed to make me strong n he did.   

The tuition centre whr i studied does this annual prize giving ceremony for their students, n my dad followed me for that occasion. He was so happy, then he came for the one in my school too. That was one year whr i had made him believe in me. Believe that i cud make it thru.

Many of u wud hv realized by now, that i constantly talk of my dad. I admire my dad, to me he is a hero, i want to be him in every way i can. The way my dad brought me up is very different, he told me once that “u r not just my daughter, u r my son too” n from the way he taught me, i know i was.

Well, next year(OMG, finally i can say next year) wen i grad, it will b the ultimatum of my dads achievements. i hope that i will grad wifout any problems.

{February 2, 2010}   the big events

happened wen i was 10. We moved to a bigger home, wen to a better school and became an official nerd. The shifting was fun, got a nice room for myself and my own bafrum. Was so happy, oh n i was enrolled to piano class, in which i onie lasted 6 years, hahaha, it wasnt fun anymore.

The best experience was in my new school. It was near my moms office so she drove me to school everyday. That time we had a Datsun, i miss that car. I remember seeing other kids in newer cars n feeling glad that i came to school way earlier than them so that they dun see my old car n laugh at me(which they did by the way).  That was also the year i met Jeevan Thavanathan, Ramakrishna Tharini, Shereen Vincent, Grace leong, Jeyanthi, Logeswari, many others n not forgetting meeting Yamunaa Sethunarayanan. Those were the years whr i was beginning to grow up mentally n socially. I was jeevanz n ramaz tuition mate as weel. We studied in Mrs.Jeya’s house. That felt like our second home. We had lunch there, we played there n we fought there too. Guess wat we fought for? Who would finish the two sets of maths book first! HA! like i said, an official nerd.

Those few years in that new primary school, i jadi otak kuning oso thanks to Rama n Jeevan. MY fondest memories of jeevan n rama was wen jeevan use to brgin his boxing gloves in his purple “fido-dido” bag(if i m not mistaken), n make rama beg him for the gloves.

Grace Leong came from Assunta primary school n i was from a kampung school. We wr in the same class in std 5, n we competed to be the best, n we wr the onie ones from the 2nd class to go to the 1st class wen we wr in std 6. One of my greatest achievement drg that time was wen i sat for maths end sem exam(objective paper) n a few hours after finishing it, my maths teacher came in n said “u shud all congratulate Maalini, she is the onie one to get all the right answers!”. Man, was  i proud that day, i went home n told n bragged about it to my mum n dad, hahaha, those wr the days la.

By this time, my sister was oredi 3 years old. That ball of cuteness was a real pain that time. She wud mimic everything i did, n well i didnt like sharing my dad wif her, but hey wat can i do rite, she is my sister! 

That was all about being ten, i was happy but not that happy. I cudnt ride a bike anymore, i was sort of isolated whr i was. My parents didnt let me go free like how they use to when we wr in the pekan, but i guess it was all for the best. look at whr i ended up, russia, whr we hv nothing much to do as well.

{February 1, 2010}   once upon a time…

i was 5 years old. i was the happiest kid in kindergarten, i was the weirdest. wen every other kid was crying so that his/her mummy wont go, i pushed my parents out of the gate. i think i told them, “go, go ,go. i m fine, u go home!”  Hahaha,  that is so me! anyways, my parents stayed back the whole day near the kindergarten until it was time to go back. I went to the kenkid kindergarten. everyday so happy to go to class. The routine was: wake up, granma dress n feed me then i go to school wif “car aunty” n her 2 sons who r studying in the same school.

The 5 year old me.

i m still frenz wif sum of my kindergarten frenz, Catherine  n Amelia Isa. Rebecca(ppl called her becky) was also my schoolmate in secondary school n i remember showing her the pic once of us in the kindergarten. As far as i remember, the last day of school, Catherines mum made jelly for all of us to eat, i think, cos i remember eating jelly. Ouh, n i was number 10 in the whole kindergarten, n i spoke Mandarin n cantonese very well.

Amelia Isa, i look worse than u in this pic.

At the back of this pic i wrote, “My best friend, Amelia Isa”- dang i was so cute.

Hahaha, sumtimes my lunch use to be boiled or scrambled egg wif plain rice…loved it soooo much.

When i was 5 i lived in a pekan. so it was mostly greenery, n my house was mostly made out of papan. When the electricity goes off and it rains, it feels wonderful, n i use to sleep those nights listening to bullfrogs going “Krek, Krok”. In the evenings i use to ride bike wif my cuzinz all over the pekan, or we played badminton in my auntz lawn till it was dusk.

It seems like a long time ago but those were carefree beautiful days. I was happy n yeah the best part i was the onie child that time. Daddy onie little princess, to whom he read stories every night for her to go to sleep. My dad use to sit on the bed, n i wud lie on his legs, n as he read i use to watch his lips move upside down, hehehe, n sumhow fall asleep. N every morning he wud kiss me before he goes to work, n in the evening drink tea wif him n mum while i sat on top of the table watching He-Man,Doraemon or Thundercats.

Appa's little girl


i know i was the kecomelan-yang-tak-terhingga last time(kan, kan, kan?). I miss those days of going to port dickson, the whole lot of us, aunts cuzins, uncles…n we wud rent a house to stay. It was all very sweet memories. I miss it all, n i wud never change a second of it even if i cud.

{January 9, 2010}   Jai ho

listening to jai ho rite now, n i just remembered that i actually hv a blog! ok thats lame, i dun really remember when i typed a post the last time, but i can feel that it was a long time ago. It’s oredi 2010 eh, i dun hv a new year resolution, every year oso dun hv, cos wats the point of writing down things that u know u will never bother to do. I rather live today, n go to sleep tonite n know that i hv let everyone i love n close to my heart know that i love them, n that i hv done my best today to be a better person than i was yesterday.

Weneva i listen to Jai ho, i think of A.R.Rahman, this man i know(not personally of cos), even before he was world


 famous. His music has alwiz moved me. I love listening to the way he composes his music, he dares to try sumthing different, he pushes his limit, he makes indians listen to sumthing new, he makes us like it too. His voice is not bad either, most of the songs he has sung is one of my favorite. Songs like “New York nagaram” n “Aaruyire” r all very beautiful songs, n they wr very freshto listen to for the indian population.


Talking about indian music industry, there is one man whom i wish to see face to face in my life, n onie this one man, no one else do i want to meet as much as i want to meet him. S.P.Balasubramaniam, i grew up listening to his songs. This one man has sung so many songs n in the 80’s he was a big hit. His voice is beautiful, n u can feel the exact emotion that the music director want to potray thru his songs, in S.P.B’s voice.

In the acting section, most guys wud say Rajinikanth, but since i m a girl n i dun care about stylo mylo, i like kamal

Kamal Hassan

hassan. Kamal Hassan is sumone who pushes himself to the utmost limit to make a perfect movie. This man does movies for the love of movies, very rarely actors do it for the love of acting. He is proof that if u r passionate about sumthing u will excel in it.


Kamal Hassan is as old as my dad, so i cant like him that much u see, so of cos i wud like sumone younger. i like Surya. Wen i first started liking him, i was like “this guy is all looks, he is not gonna make it to the top” but hey look at him now. he is one of the best actors of my time. n i am glad i liked him , n even though i didnt believe it myself, i use to tell my cuzins “u just wait, surya is gonna be big one day” n he is!

Well y am i talking about these men. These men weneva i hear them or see them, in my head i remember that these men love what they do. Thats y they excel, if i want to be at least half as successful as them in my field, i gotta love wat i m gonna do. i gotta be passionate about medicine, i gotta want to be whr i am now. N the best out of it is that they r all indians(i am not being racist) n i m an indian n i can make it.

like my father alwiz said “success cums to those who really want it but onie if they work for it”

{December 8, 2009}   a quickie

It seems really easy to find wat we dun hv more than wat we do hv. For instance, i hv a ton of shoes in my room but still i constantly think of getting myself a knee high or just below knee boots. For my eyes i cud onie see these shoes whrever i go. *sigh* Same goes for ppl, i constantly think, if onie this person cud be like this or that, i wud be happier.

Y r ppl like that? is it cos we want perfection? Or is it that we r biologically made to b like that, like u know thats how we r? i mean, we wanted the best meat in the jungle wen wr running around wif jus loin cloths on us, Get my point? Well i hope so. haih, i wonder wen will we stop looking, or rather wen will i stop lookin at just wats wrong, or wats missing than wats rite n wats there.

*yawn* toodles.good nite

et cetera