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Girls and cars. Single girls and cars. You learn that freedom comes with a price. My four wheeler started giving me some problems about three weeks back.  The engine used to die and then come back to life within seconds and the radio settings would run whenever the car was in either 'park' or 'neutral' gear. I had friends with me all the times it happened but it was still unnerving. Then last week I couldn't start it a couple of times. No lights came on, there wasn't any sound. Absolutely nothing. Sort of came and went. Some days it'd start, some days it wouldn't. Incredibly frustrating especially when I had errands to run. Same thing happened again on Monday just this week. Car was on campus. After trying a couple of times it was fine. But yesterday it didn't start at all. Hitched a ride with my neighbours to uni and asked around if anyone knew any good mechanics I could call who could come take a look and see what was wrong but no dice.

Was in India for about a week. Came back the day after Diwali. Main reason I went was to accompany mom coz she had some things to buy, she told me. We ended up coming back with five huge luggage bags ALL of which were overweight (Not to mention the one bag we had no choice but to leave behind at the airport and have it sent to KL). Nothing a few thousand rupees can't do though. Trip was only so-so for me. I fell sick three days into my so-called holiday due to the lack of sleep the whole week before; thanks to my mid term exams. I left JB on a Wednesday night to KL. My flight out was supposed to be at ten but it got delayed and we were held back by nearly two hours. I had only gotten two hours of sleep that morning and a couple of hours of sleep all the other days before. I thought once mom and I reached the hotel in India I could make up for all that lost sleep but boy was I ever wrong.  So.  I reached LCCT at around one in the morning. Mom was already waiting for me. We

Sixty eight days into medical school already. Still feels so surreal somehow. The past month off Blogger has been a breath of fresh air. Really wanted to be without my blog, period. But I felt like something was missing. I missed expressing myself through words. Writing. My writing. That's what was missing. It's been a part of me ever since I can remember. I had my first diary when I was eleven and I haven't stopped writing since. Events. Feelings. Birthdays. Experiences. Firsts. Lasts. Best friends. Family. Loves. Losses. I used to write everything down. Every happy moment, every sad moment, every little thing that happened I wrote down and then SNAP! one day I just stopped. I stopped because something in me simply didn't want to continue anymore. Something in me just became so numb. But things change. Feelings change. And here I am again. You learn a lot of things as you grow up. You learn a lot of things when you meet different people.