As I searched of the suitable title for this article, I found none. Still, I wish to summarize this blog into 2 words, Thank God.
As the week progressed, fatigue has once again crept over my shoulders.
For the first microbiology class, I successfully smeared my first microscopic slide. Such is a taste of acheivement as all those years of theorectical studies has come to some hands on practice at last. Praise be to Jesus that I may be able to prepare the slide on first attempt.
There is a morning that I purchased my breakfast pizza at the university's kiosk and requested for packaging in a plastic bag. As I lifted the pizza from the counter, the bag bursted and the pizza fell with a splat. For a few seconds, all in my mind was: "there goes my pizza', only to be halted by the cashier's generousity as she packed a fresh pizza, and shoved it to me. I returned the spoilt one with a big thanks. The very same afternoon, I paid a very large note to the supermarket's cashier for things that costs less than 100 roubles(around 10 Ringgit) and the cashier lady was irritated by this act. The reason is that her cache does not have sufficient notes for the change probably is lazy to have my big note fragmented at their office. She seems rather annoyed and I thought my shopping could end without buying anything. Then, 2 Russians who queued up behind me started to question the cashier's attitude and lead to a small quarrel that resulted in the cahsier walking to the market's office to have my bill fragmented. I am not very good at Russian but the conversation goes a bit like this:
Customer 1: Why don't you have small notes?
Cashier: I don't have them, why doens't he(me) have them(small notes)?
Customer 2: What is your problem here? You are supposed to break the note for the change.
Cashier : What's my problem? It's his(me again) problem that he didn't bring any small notes for shopping! Customer 2: That's your responsibility to break the note!
Customer 1: And that's your problem!
Customer 2: And that's your job too!
Cashier : *silence and put a sour face, mumbles and walks to the office*
As the cashier returned to be with my balance, I offered those 2 helpful Russians a big thanks and left the market. I must thank God because I may not have being able to handle such a situation myself due to my limited ability in Russian and the stuborn cashier might simply refuse to have my grocery checked out. Additionally, helpful Russians are few and far in between and I met 2 of them just queing behind me on an evening course to the supermarket.
I hunted for 2 items during the weekend, 1 portable tv, and a food blender(processor). Didn't manage to find the ideal tv but did manage to get the food blender. WIth the food blender I tried it out with mushroom soup, Thank God! TAAASSSTYY!!! muahahahahahaha.........
Well, this week's therapy class wasn't too bad, well, in the sense that bad was being, ermm....I mean, buying a bottle of coke for just 15 roubles and then a second one for just 4 roubles from a faulty machine at the hospital(hospital N.3)? So it's still being bad right? hmmm...
Such a sad thing to ponder upon, as one of my JPA sponsored colleagues in RSMU had to leave Moscow tommorow because the the govrenment has revoked his sponsorship to study aboard to be replaced by studying at a local university for reason unknown. why? Why has this happened? Has there being financial issues in the gocrenment? Has there being biasedness in revoking this offer that was granted? Or was this only a reason given by the subject as he was like many of us displeased with the particularities of life and study in Russia? Whatever it is, such is something I could never understand in my life. Imagine the life here in Moscow, suddenly being changed to nothing, if this happened to me without a substansial reason, I might succumb into madness. Maybe this wasn't a sad thing, but a mad thing. It's not hard to expect, the bn is mad.
Praying is the key, I do know and hope.
0355 +4 GMT Moscow.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Long pause.
Long pause,
really, it has been long since I last written something online.
Well, thanks to my slacking and all those time spent on online games rather than solid discipline in studying and writting as I grew up in doing, my wirtting was suspended for hmm...how long... quite long, at least 8-10 months.
Then it shall be, I shall continue to write again. This time, it should not only be about my heart's pains, incomprehensible poems and people who had being drilling at my patience as I had always featured in my teenage's MSN blog. Well, maybe I shall continue on incomprehensible poems. :P It does make my blog a pain to read but still, I liked the mysticism in it.
This year be the year that I steped into adulthood, that wasn't so hard. Remembered the day that my friends gathered and followed my suggestion to fiest at a 'discovered' restaurant at Yugo-Zapadnaya, only to find that my birthday coincides on the Easter day, so it's basically a holiday all over Russia and many parts of the world that none of the restaurants are in a mood to work. In the end our (my) rendezvous ended in Red Bridge cafe, a 5 mintues trot from our hostel. Still remembered Nevile, Gary, Sook Ee, 2 Michelles, one being Ho and another being Low, Stevie, Sweet May(missing earlier now corrected the second time) Gabriella for being there for the day. In my life, 8 birthdays are passed without anyone beside me, I am so glad that on that day, so many are with me.
Life is hectic, uncontrolled(if I don't want to control it) in Moscow. Maybe such is the life of the fellowship in medical discipline. Yet, I do find the joys of being in this niche, a niche full of people who tried desperately to keep themselfs in this fellowship, and those who had minimal effort in maintaining their foothold. Such is the interesting trend in this fellowship, as recently not far from my social circles of sixth form life, a 3A 1 B scorer has failed her first year at meds school, and have to settle for pharmacy instead, and despair visited her mum. Such is the vainity of people in this fellowship, as so many folks have come to pursue status, or fame, and money, simply said, to have a fill at their vainity. I believe that to have the hold in this fellowship is to have a heart to serve, rather than to demand, a heart to sacrifice, rather than to trade, and a heart to do God's bidding, rather than to do one's desire's, either it's a personal desire, or the crowd's desire. I have seen so many people pursuing medicine at the demands of parents. I pray for their future. Only God can have a say in how anyone in this field is fairing. This, is my say in the fellowship of medical professions.
Ah...this is the enjoyment I had forgotten for such a long time, it's an excursion for my mind's voice, so it shall be disciplined that I will frequent on this place. Do anticipate my next writing.
It's late, bedtime it is.
really, it has been long since I last written something online.
Well, thanks to my slacking and all those time spent on online games rather than solid discipline in studying and writting as I grew up in doing, my wirtting was suspended for hmm...how long... quite long, at least 8-10 months.
Then it shall be, I shall continue to write again. This time, it should not only be about my heart's pains, incomprehensible poems and people who had being drilling at my patience as I had always featured in my teenage's MSN blog. Well, maybe I shall continue on incomprehensible poems. :P It does make my blog a pain to read but still, I liked the mysticism in it.
This year be the year that I steped into adulthood, that wasn't so hard. Remembered the day that my friends gathered and followed my suggestion to fiest at a 'discovered' restaurant at Yugo-Zapadnaya, only to find that my birthday coincides on the Easter day, so it's basically a holiday all over Russia and many parts of the world that none of the restaurants are in a mood to work. In the end our (my) rendezvous ended in Red Bridge cafe, a 5 mintues trot from our hostel. Still remembered Nevile, Gary, Sook Ee, 2 Michelles, one being Ho and another being Low, Stevie, Sweet May(missing earlier now corrected the second time) Gabriella for being there for the day. In my life, 8 birthdays are passed without anyone beside me, I am so glad that on that day, so many are with me.
Life is hectic, uncontrolled(if I don't want to control it) in Moscow. Maybe such is the life of the fellowship in medical discipline. Yet, I do find the joys of being in this niche, a niche full of people who tried desperately to keep themselfs in this fellowship, and those who had minimal effort in maintaining their foothold. Such is the interesting trend in this fellowship, as recently not far from my social circles of sixth form life, a 3A 1 B scorer has failed her first year at meds school, and have to settle for pharmacy instead, and despair visited her mum. Such is the vainity of people in this fellowship, as so many folks have come to pursue status, or fame, and money, simply said, to have a fill at their vainity. I believe that to have the hold in this fellowship is to have a heart to serve, rather than to demand, a heart to sacrifice, rather than to trade, and a heart to do God's bidding, rather than to do one's desire's, either it's a personal desire, or the crowd's desire. I have seen so many people pursuing medicine at the demands of parents. I pray for their future. Only God can have a say in how anyone in this field is fairing. This, is my say in the fellowship of medical professions.
Ah...this is the enjoyment I had forgotten for such a long time, it's an excursion for my mind's voice, so it shall be disciplined that I will frequent on this place. Do anticipate my next writing.
It's late, bedtime it is.
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