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i feel something is troubling me.
but i can't put my finger on what is it exactly.

gosh, i hate this feeling. it's like you know you've forgotten to do something but have no idea what that is.

since i'm at it, i might as well write a little on my little excursion to Kg Serendah with most of my batchmates.
Woke up at 5am (shudders..... to wake up when the sun hasn't risen is just wrong. WRONG)
cause we had to be at IMU at 6am. What joy. And as expected, we left 30 minutes later than expected (the infamous malaysian timing)
The trip there was mostly uneventful, until our bus had to traverse a tiny tiny road leading up to the kampung. And it's truly tiny. There was a hill on the left, and a 3? metre drop to a dirty river on the right.
Hats off to the bus drivers who managed to manoeuvre through the road. And also to Joanne's transport minister (aka lorry driver) who managed to squeeze pass the bus on this tiny road when the bus was slowing down.

So we were mainly there to give the villagers a health screening and pass out donations contributed by students and IMU staff. This is an annual event where IMU puts on a façade of a good and caring company *insert cynical laugh*.

I was in charge of registration while Joanne was in charge of Games (which didn't materialize due to time constraints). And it was really slow moving at the beginning. Most villagers were too shy to come to us and the older villagers were all oversleeping thanks to a kenduri they had the night before. We were half expecting the villagers to start coming to us in a drunken stupor. Fortunately, they didn't :D

Talking to the villagers was sometimes most of the time difficult. They didn't understand "ayah" but understood "bapa". And much to mine and Zia's horror, some can't remember their mother's name but remembered their father's name.
Poor mothers..... going through labour pains, breast feeding them, and their children can't even remember their names.

And the form weirdly required us to fill in the father's and mother's IC number. Come on IMU.... I can't even remember my own parent's IC numbers.... what more villagers who couldn't careless about their own IC number.

By afternoon, we were really quite busy. The hall was packed with villagers and IMU students. We were supposed to check their BMI, blood pressure and give them "health talks" on dengue, H1N1, etc. Pity them..... really pity those people who have to explain to them about nutrition and diseases.
Most of the villagers I think were more excited about the donations and free lunch.
We had boxes full of clothes, shoes and miscellaneous items. The joy on the women's face while browsing through the clothes resembles so much like those women rushing to grab stuff during any warehouse sale. Hahahahaha.

Finally arrived at IMU again in the afternoon.
Overall, it was tiring, but fun.
I truly regret not being more active in IMU activities during my 2 years here.
Darn, my brother's prophecies are coming true. Entering sem 1, he said I should be as active as possible while in Bukit Jalil because I'll regret it later. Why?
In clinical school, you'll be so busy, participating in anything other than studying will be the equivalent to watching teletubbies continuously for 3 hours. Torturing, but doable.