Weird Night

Tonight was one crazy night for Sunny at KFC (that's Kentucky Fried Chicken for those that don't know). I was standing in line for the Toonie special (here in Canada we got 2 dollar coins called toonies), which consists of two pieces of chicken and a small fries. So I was waiting to get some for my mom (she was craving it), and stood in line.

Now at this particular location, there were only two cashiers serving poeple, but there was one line (the store was shaped oddly), so whenever a cashier was free, the next patron would place his/her order. All of a sudden this fat gori cur in front of everyone and jumped to one of the servers. This fat gora in front of me started asking "Excuse me Maame, but there is one line". The gori did not budge. The gora raises his voice and says "I know you can hear me lady!! There is one line!! You can't just cut in front of everyone!" Finally the gori turns around and says "Shut your mouth! Keep your mouth off a me or I'll call the police!" The gora yells back "Go ahead! Call the police! There is one line and everyone else has been patiently waiting" Now all us other patrons are getting tense, because now the gori stands in front of an open cashier and she steps right up and places her order. The cashier, Mandeep (I know her), nervously asks, "Can I take your order?" The gora starts yelling at the gori "you fat cow, I hope you choke on your chicken!" The gori places her order, gets her food, and starts to eat it right there in the restaurant, she didn't get outta the place ... nope, she took her time eating each piece of chicken.

Now the fat gora went up to Mandeep and started asking her (nicely of course, otherwise I woulda said something and so would all the other desis in the place) why she served the gori when she cut in front of the line? She said that she just served whoever came first before her. A desi uncle in line told the guy it wasn't worth getting all mad at the lady for cutting, and there are poeple like that all over the place. But really, the manager of the place should have come out and told that fat gori to get to the back of the line. I mean, sure there is only one line, but whenever a server was available, a patron would be served, so there really was no need for all this drama tonight.

BTW, on his way out, the gora yelled out "Fat cow" five times before he reached the door.


Weird summer night huh?

Got this from India

I wanted to get an Indian style blade, Rajput style, from the Terracotta Government shop. This is it:

Day in T.O.

Yeah, Jay and I went to downtown yesterday, and we had some journey. We went to Gerrard Street to eat at an Indian buffet. We headed into the first one that was open. I had the Butter Chicken, Tandoori Chicken, Matar Paneer, Daal, Basmati Rice, and Naan. Jay had the Matar Paneer, Daal, Saag Paneer, Naan, Aloo Gobi, Basmati Rice, and Gulab Jamun (I couldn't force myself to eat anymore). Our server overheard our discussion on religion (I was telling Data how we can't see the stone bridge, formed by Nal&Neel by writing Ram on the stones, between India and Sri Lanka), and decided to offer his 2 cents (although it was more like 10 dollars worth). He started asking us if we know Hinduism, now or read the Ramayan/Mahabharat, are familiar with the four Vedas, and so on.... He started telling us how there is no religion except for one, which we must find out ourselves. He made numerous references to shaytan and krishna, and said religion is like finding a lottery ticket on a table with 6 million other tickets. He kept coming back to us to tell us that we needed to study religion in their original texts, and not from any translations. He called all the swamis and swaminis of India fakes, and told us to go and test them by asking them to tell us what we did on such and such date.

We left as soon as we were able to stand. We did see a bagpiper at the old racetrack on Lakeshore road. We didn't know if he wanted money or not (we didn't have much), so we stayed about 500 feet away and took a picture. lol



So our journey began from Gerrard Street, and we were going to walk all the way to the Skydome (my mom and dad called me crazy for doing so because A) the distance between the two places is 5.38miles, and b) it was cloudy, windy, and was upposed to rain). We went anyways . We took a bunch of pics along the way, some very weird. Apparently the weather wasn't too bad at all, and we were expecting that it would've taken us about 4 hours to get to the Skydome, but it only took us a little over two and a half hours.

























We arrived at the Skydome (Rogers Centre, whatever u wanna call it), and got approached by a lot of scalpers. They asked if we were interested in buying tickets, we said yeah, they asked how much you willing to spend, we said two bucks, they said forget it. We walked on.... till we hit the ticket counter. We asked for the best seats two bucks could buy, and we ended up in the 500 section, row 1.



We walked around the stadium and visited the gift shop. Jay wanted to get this Blue Jay chain with Swarovski crystals around it aka his very first bling hehe. He even tried asking the lady for a discount, but to no avail he had to pay full price .





I'm telling you, those seats were just awesome!! We could see everything, and we weren't cramped at all. Now as soon as these two girls sat down beside us, I felt seriously cramped (they were hefty girls). They didn't know what was going on, kept complaining, and put their feet up (that's right, removed their shoes and smelly socks). Oh well....





Jay and I were true fans at the game. We even had this British business man joining in our jeers. He was yelling out weird things like, "You're a SCAB!!!!" and some other things we couldn't make out. There was also this guy a couple seats down from us, that was yelling at Johnny Damon (who's on the Red Sox), saying: "Johnny!! I know you can hear me!! I hate you!!!". I was yelling, "Shave your head!!!" The moti girl beside me yelled "Hey!! I like long hair!" to which I replied, "So do I!". Jay wanted to chant "Sine! Sine! Cosine sine!! 3.14159!! Gooo Blue Jays!!!", but we didn't think anyone else would get it. The game was absolutely amazing. We saw three homers being punched out into the stands, and everyone went crazy!



The ride home on the subway was also intense. Everyoen coming home from the game were packing into the subways like ants. I got home at around midnight, and I was sooo tired. My eyes were totally fried.

I wanna go again.

Freaking HELL!!!!

I can't seem to finish this personal statement. I've been dragging this out for over a week now, that I feel really pathetic.

On top of that, my beloved Blue Jays lost to the White Sox for the third straight game. We totally blew this series. We also lost Zaun due to a concussion. But don't worry, for the Blue Jays are like the phoenix, as they will rise from the ashes.

Back from the Ross seminar

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And guess what... they wanted me to apply :) . They said I was a border-line candidate, and if I didn't apply, I'd never know for sure whether or not I was good enough. Honestly, I never thought I would've been good enough for their school. However, they even said that they accepted someone with a 16 and an 18 MCAT score!! AND, the person that scored 18 on the MCAT, got a 258 on the USMLE (I had my friend sitting beside me, and told her that the Dean is really talking about the future me lol).


From what I saw from the powerpoint presentation, they showed the best pictures they could take... but after searching on valuemd.com, I found this thread and saw the pics this particular member took (http://www.valuemd.com/ftopic33709.html). I mean, yes Devry bought the school, so they do have that technological backbone, but the place looks run down (I think those pics were taken in 2004). Regardless of where I'll end up (I'll be applying to both), I just hope I do well. Honestly speaking, I have this gut feeling that I won't do well. I want to use Brandon's methods in a heavy reading course this summer (if I get the chance), just so I have a good idea of what I'll be doing in medical school. How are you supposed to gain the strength to convince yourself that you will do well? Obviously having a negative attitude does not bolster your confidence, but at the same time one must remain realistic, right?

One funny thing about the presentation (and the DVD they included in the package) was that they kept emphasizing that "there are no distractions on the island". They said you are going there to study, and htere are no nightclubs, discotheques, or casinos like some of the "other caribbean schools" (I wonder who they're talking about ;) ). One thing about Ross, which I really liked, is what they said regarding Canadians coming to the US to do the clinical rotations. They said that they had connections to get all the VISA work done very quickly, and that their students don't have to run around to get them. I need to find out if AUC has any support for Canadian students.

The Island of Dominica


The Island of St. Maarten



I did speak to a Ross student (who grew up here in Canada, did his highschool, udnergrad, and Masters here). He had a 31M MCAT, 3.1 GPA, 3.6 post-grad GPA, volunteer work as usual... and he didn't get a shot at McMaster (the hardest school to get in to, b/c they have a minimum gpa reuirement of 3.0). I wanted my mom to hear what he had to say in regards to getting a Master's degree (his was in Chemical physics), THEY DON'T HELP!! My mom has been pushing me to stay here and do a Master's degree in Bio, because I enjoyed my final year at uni, and did well in Biological Systematics (plus the prof liked me). After hearing how he wasted his time (he used those exact words), I knew that getting a Master's should be left to those who desire working in the field of research, and would like to become professors at the university level. I shouldn't take away a spot that someone else wants, just so I can boost my application for medical school. Anyways, this student told me that our schools do prepare students for Ross, but he told me that he was putting in 8 hour study days. Their classes would either run from 8-12pm, or you had the choice of signing up for the afternoon class from 1-5pm.

Oh yeah about my dad, he didn't end up going to the hospital just yet, apparently the cardiologist hasn't booked the appointment yet (it's been scheduled for sometime this week). I dunno if I told you about his history, but he's had 9 angiograms, 6 angioplasties, 1 quadruple by-pass, and a partridge in a pear tree...... I've been in the hospital for my dad, as long as I can remember. Because he has been a patient suffering from coronary problems, for more than 20 years, this has been the driving force behind my decision in becoming a physician... nothing more. But above everything, I really need the confidence within myself that in fact I CAN become a doctor and get through medical school. I guess for everyone, the strength comes from different avenues (ie. religion/peer support/family/etc.), which I have, but there is this thing within me that is just gnawing away.... I can't shake it off and be free.......