That Annual Family Trip

Every year when my Aunty Judy and Uncle Terry comes home, we try to go somewhere together. Fortunately I had my holidays this time around and I could join them! This year, we went to Fraser’s Hill where the air is so-so. I think the coldest highland is still Genting Highlands.

Initially, we wanted to rent the bungalows that come with caretakers but they were all fully booked. It was quite upsetting because we were really looking forward to chill out at the fireplace and eat scones whenever we wanted. Or even milo and any other delicacies that the caretakers can make. Sigh. The last time I went to Fraser’s Hill, I was five years old. I remember the caretaker showing me a scorpion that he caught in a milk tin. I also remember sitting on the sofa with my dad’s colleague’s daughter and we were watching Casper and drinking milo together. We were both scrambling around the sofa trying to stay away from the fire which was starting to hurt quite a bit. I wonder where is she now. I can’t remember her name but I think she might have went to SMK SS17 and is probably my age or a year younger. Sigh, childhood pals.

Oooh before I proceed, here’s two more of my newest posts from The Sticker Monster:

Those Press-Press Stickers

Epoxy Stickers – A Touchy Collection

Before going up the winding one-way road to Fraser’s Hill, dad stopped at Kuala Kubu Baru’s water catchment area. Or do you call it a dam? Whatever lah. After learning about it in my school books for years and years (ugh geography), I finally see a dam in real life! It’s huge and so serene looking. A faux waterfall makes it all the more unique!

I’ve always thought of Kuala Kubu Baru as the outskirts and the ulu area of Selangor. I never thought that it would be this beautiful. Speaking of Kuala Kubu Baru, my grandfather was born here! He never told me about it when he was alive. I wish he had told me more stories. To those of you with remaining grandparents, get them to tell you as many stories as possible. You don’t want to regret it.

l-r: Aunt Susie, Grandma, Mum

I bet this will go up on a frame at home.

Mervyn and his current wife. He is damn action you know. I asked if he could take a picture for me with my camera. He refused to touch it because it was deemed lower than his new toy. 🙁 Once you go Sony Alpha, you’ll never go back.

I’m not sure if the National Service’s KKB camp is anywhere around that area.. but if it is, I’m damn jealous of those who managed to get that camp. Such a beautiful lake to go canoing. The one at my camp was more like a hole filled with muddy water that stank to the high heavens.

Shevie and me.

My dad and his trademark mole and clipped on sunnies.

My Aunt Susie is damn layan right?

I don’t know what my Uncle Alex and Shevie were taking pictures of dad’s car for.

Uncle Terry and I camwhoring. He just turned 60 but he said everything after his 30th birthday doesn’t count. Forever 30!

Dad said there would be a photography competition but on the last day we fell asleep instead of comparing photos. This is why I ended up with weird macro artistic shots on a holiday. Sigh.

We stayed at The Pines Resort. It was only Rm300++ per night for a 3 bed-room apartment. I was quite worried that it would be shabby because I was the one who did the booking. (it makes me feel matured when the family trusts me to make this kind of decisions.) It’s actually not bad at all. Though little can be said about the buffet they served for breakfast. Can you believe a breakfast buffet without cereals?

The amazing view is The Pines Resort’s pride and joy. Or so the website was raving lah.

My only complaint about the place was the dingy staircase that led up to the apartments. Luckily for the resort my grandmother is a very healthy 78 year old.

Siti the Tofu came along as my trusty pillow. That’s why Hannari Tofus are the best soft toys.. they look SO cute and at the same time you can even use them as pillows on holiday. Oh, and camwhoring props.

Shevie looked cute doing it. I just….failed.

Mr. Muscles strangling my poor Siti.

Ju-On’s got a new bob.

Stupidest fireplace in the world. -_- They lapiked the floor with carpet.

The balcony didn’t disappoint at all. We sat out there at night and played games like Chinese Whisper.

Funny how the prettiest flowers grow in the most disgusting corners.

I realize that rhinoceros beetles are a common sight in colder places.

More pretty flowers lining the balcony.

L-r: Aunt Judy, Uncle terry and Dad chilling after a long drive up.

l-r: Uncle Alex, Aunty Susie, Part of Shevie, Mervyn

Shh.. they don’t know that I took this.

During lunch, I thought Uncle Terry how to use his macro function. That’s him trying to get a shot of the ants.

Here’s one of my uneaten chili. Because of my grandparents, they have spoiled me throughout my childhood so much that I can’t stand spicy food to this day.

My Uncle Terry wanted his beer back. I thought it made for good photography.

Me squinting at the sun.

Because dad didn’t go up with a full tank, we had to walk most of the time to conserve energy. It was nice to be near nature and see things like these mushrooms here.

All of us were having a camera in hand.

L-r: Aunt Susie, Myself and Shevie.

This is a buttercup right?

I’ve always found it fascinating that the flora in the highlands differ greatly from what we get down there.

Here I am with a sad excuse of a rose bush.

And here I am again looking satisfied because there’s are some rustic steps for me to have a self portrait.

There are many bungalows at Fraser’s Hill which belongs to many big time companies. Here’s probably one. My favourite bungalow will always be the one atop Bharat Tea Plantation in Cameron Highlands. The wooden bungalow looks out into the rolling hills where the tea plantation is. The hills have shallow valleys and they look like green electromagnetic waves that stretch into the distance. The best part is, the bungalow has an Astro satellite dish and I can only imagine curling up in a nice cozy sofa with a blanket and mug of hot hot chocolate while catching up on my chinese shows. But perhaps if I were to set the mood more appropriately, I’d put on some western tv-dramas.

The look of envy.

Smoking morning glory is bad ass.

We found an old telegraph pole.

I’m sorry to bore you with my fascination for pretty flowers in the highlands.

And some wilted ones. 🙁

My shoes are SO Jolene. They sparkle.

We ended up at a waterfall after losing our way for abit. Dad said that when he was a cadet back in Bukit Bintang Boys’ School, they came here to camp. This is the road that led into their camp site. I wonder why it’s blocked off now.

I wish someone would have warned me about the distance I had to walk. I nearly died coming back up.

Taking a breather to utilize the sunlight.

Wouldn’t want to get lost in there.

When I was younger, I used to be fascinated by gushing rivers and would quickly jump into the water. Now I imagine myself falling off the rocks and hitting my head on one or germs getting into my skin. Is this what growing up does to you?

It’s very pretty none the less. Would love to fold a paper boat and let it go down stream.

We finally reached the waterfall.

Doesn’t it look like a posing Kuan Yin?

Aunt Susie said that when she was younger my grandparents would take them here for a picnic. And then she lost herself in her childhood memories as her eyes brimmed with tears, like how they always do whenever she mentions them.

The water was cool and was comparably clean to a few waterfalls I’ve seen recently. (as you’ll see later on in my blog. I’m SO behind in my blogging. -_-)

On the way up, Shevie and I saw this.

Scandalous! Furthermore, it looked like it belongs to a very young girl. 🙁 Poor assaulted girl.

I saw some sad looking weeds too.

Dad made us do this.
We look like air stewardesses for some airline brochure.

Even my grandma was sporting enough to join in on the fun. 😀

After dinner, we took a stroll down to the golf course. Oooh, funny story. When we pulled up at the parking lots there the next day, we saw a couple lying down in the middle of the greens. Crazy right? A golfer strode up to them and just stood rooted to his spot, about 15 metres away from the frolicking couples with his club and golf bag in hand. The couple immediately stood up and scurried away to some nearby bushes to continue from where they left of. Must be a new couple.

I tied my hair like that because it was bothering me while I had my dinner.

Dad and me.

Uncle Terry, Mervyn and Dad.

Family photo, lousy photographer.

Shevie and I finding out that we had the same fashion.

Back at the apartment with my nintendo while waiting for the toilets to be freed up.

Dad, Mervyn and I woke up to catch the sunrise. I was a cynic thus I went to bed after two shots. Dad and Mervyn had really awesome shots of the rising sun!

Inilah akibatnya when one wakes up to take photos of sunrises.

Time to see my face, people.

You know lah how it is, when you blow dry your hair, when the skin has less pimples… boleh lah..

The air definitely smells nicer than the one we have back home.

Aunt Susie realized the benefits of sunlight too!

The slightly stained glass door made for good camwhoregraphy.

A happy photo of me.

Many lines on my nose.

Mum wanted some as well.

Showing mum some love.

Aunty Judy, Mervyn and Aunty Susie kept themselves busy with a boardless game of scrabble.

The city girl who hardly sees acorns.

The city girl is flanked by her equally jakun cousin sister.

Then her Godma wanted to take a photo too as she thought it was a very nice shot.

As you can see, an attempt to win the Macro category in my dad’s photography contest.

A horse with bangs.

After the horse stables, there was some land for cricket games. Looks like a slight slope that would make for fun rolling.

The trees seem to stretch high into the skies.

You can’t see, but I’m holding a yellow flower.

My mum tries to balance herself.

Shevie and I standing in the heap of leaves.

Such beauties actually grow in the drains.

I picked a tiny bouquet for myself.

The dandelions in the highlands are also much bigger and fluffier!

On our last afternoon, we went to Ye Old Smokehouse for tea and scones.

Fraser’s Hill’s Ye Old Smokehouse pales in comparison to the one in Cameron Highlands.

The interior is pretty cozy though. Few cafes would think to decorate it this way.

With a tiny bar to boot.

Mum would love this photo and demand that I develope it for her immediately.

And in the midst of all things English, I find something so traditionally Malaysian.

Silly me kept imagining the scones to look like croissants.

MY brother really towers over my grandmother..

After dinner on our last night, the family took a leisurely stroll. Looks pretty eerie eh?

All ten of us did something strange together. We sat at the balcony and watched lightnings streaked across the skies. At first we were quite scared that we’d be dead and charred but we soon warmed up to the lightning that seemed quite far away. This was the best shot that I could muster as I held my camera upwards and had it on burst for like 20 minutes. Imagine the amount of photos I had to delete.

The road leading up to Fraser’s Hill only opens in one direction for 40 minutes as the road is too narrow for two way traffic. Dad brought his book along to pass time.

L-r: Me, Aunty Susie, Shevie and Mervyn.

Aunty Susie squeezing poor Shevie.

The two ladies who were bullied by my dad throughout their childhood.

I shall make it a point to develope this picture for them. 🙂 So sweet looking.

Family photo with an angle.

It happens when the road is empty.

You won’t stop.

And then you get a bit tired.

We end the post with Smeagol carrying Frodo.

I’m coming back this weekend for the Sex And The City movie organized by Working Girls! A lot of people are raving about the event and there is even a theme for the event! We are supposed to dress up as one of the SATC girls. Who should I go as? Hmmm. I have many outfits that dip low, so I’m thinking Samantha. My slinky stuff might make me a good Miranda but who am I kidding. I’m not stick thin. I think Samantha is more my shape. I’ll go with something Samanthaish. Now, to plan my exit from the house…

I Really Miss Her

It is always when I turn off the lights that I find myself thinking of her. A time when my mind is preparing for sleep, empty yet full of memories, agendas and resolutions.

Not a day goes by that I don’t spare a thought for my aunt. At any time of the day, I will suddenly remember her smile and with only that, it seems like she’s still alive.

I can safely say that I will think of her almost every hour when I’m awake. I may not show it, but when I’m talking to you, laughing with you, looking happy in general, I’m still thinking of her.

I’m one of those who think of dreams of our deceased loved ones as something significant, an omen perhaps..maybe a message to say hello. I’ve only ever dreamed of her twice shortly after her death. But for the past two days, I’ve dreamed about her. In all my dreams, she was dead but she was talking. As for my grandparents, dreams of them usually seemed normal and with less elements of death.

It’s funny how I don’t know who to choose to confide in about how much I miss her. I’ve only ever cried my heart out once months after her death, in front of someone and that person was my mother. My mother is like a time bomb herself. Any mention of my aunt and she crumbles worse than me. When my grandmother and mother talks about my aunt, it would be my turn to stay strong as they sigh. It’s been so long after the funeral, nobody should cry together. We take turns. But I don’t think they know. I’ve only ever spoken about her death with my mum and my grandmother; months after her death. With everyone else, I try not to talk about it.

I have best friends, I have a boyfriend, I have family members. Yet I can’t think of a single person who will understand or whom I can feel it necessary to confide in. I don’t want to alarm them. I know most of them would have little to say when I am crying my eyes out in front of them. I don’t want to put anybody in an uncomfortable position. Funny how at 3am, the only place I know where I will be understood is by conveying my tears into words on this blog of mine. Perhaps it’s the faceless readers that allows me the reciprocal anonymity to spill what I feel. It’s just not the same with people from real life.

Every time I think of her, my chest crunches into a tight ball and I prevent myself from racking with sobs. My nose clogs up as I replay her memories. It’s not so bad in the day time when there are other things to keep me occupied. Funny how it is the worst at night.

It’s hard to imagine the rest of my life without her. I’ve only just started mine and her journey ended long before mine. I thought she’d stay around and see me do more with my life. She said she would sing her infamous chinese opera song with my mum at my wedding, just like how she sang at a couple of relatives’ wedding ceremonies. When she was alive, I remember plotting how to fit the act into my dream childhood wedding. You don’t understand how badly I want her to sing now.

You know how when you like/love someone so much, you look forward to spending time with her?

The only way I can spend time with her is by reliving the memories i had with her since I was a baby.

There are some memories that I will replay constantly like the last words I heard from her on the steps of her garden as my dad drove us back to KL during Chinese New Year. Or that telephone call three days before her death, asking her who she voted for in her constituency. (She voted for PAS.) A few memories keep replaying in my head like a broken recorder. Sometimes even her funeral becomes a memory that I will replay. I frequently imagine the accident, based on what we heard from the maid, my grandmother and the other witnesses.

Then sometimes, a fresh memory comes to me. One that I’ve forgotten about from her death till now. A memory from when I was 5 years old or 10 years old, something that I haven’t thought about in years. This way, I’m spending time with her. These are my moments with her in the present; through my memories. Memories that I’ve forgotten are coming back to me, each like a new moment, a memory so old that it becomes new, almost like we’re spending time together.

I know this is not the end because I will see her again but logic takes over pretty soon and I remember that nobody knows what comes after death. Do you really get to see the people you love after you die? That’s my favourite belief. The only one thought that makes death look less like the end.

I Did Not Matter For Awhile

Shaken is the story,
That I will proudly tell,
Wrong is the memory,
That I knew so well.

Tears I forbade,
When I heard each word,
As they threatened to cascade,
I stiffled my hurt.

What I thought I knew,
Is something I imagined,
Till there was your cue,
I came back in.

A magical moment,
I remember I relished,
Self-fabricated, self-woven,
The moment unfinished.

I try not to cry,
Harder than I try to smile.
Just tell me why.
I did not matter for awhile.

I’ve based this foundation,
On everything in the past,
This is my explaination,
If you must ask.

To use a single word,
To tell you how I feel,
I’ll go with deluded,
But you know I’ll heal.

If anything, I was naive,
To think that you could stay,
For so long and be brave,
As I pushed you away.

Though we were not together,
Our story had begun,
I thought it was clear,
That I was your only one.

I’m sorry that I’ve written this,
It may have meant nothing to you,
This pen is my release,
I’m sure you know it too.

Allow me my brief heartbreak.
I promise you it will be short.
From the feigned past I awake,
Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.

If people were to judge me,
For how petty I can be,
This is my story,
A mistaken history.

Just me needing to spill. 🙂 everything’s fine.

Updates Regarding The AIMST School Of Dentistry

It’s been awhile since I last blogged about what’s been up in the school of dentistry at AIMST University. 🙂

As the (self proclaimed)unofficial spokesperson and camerawoman for the AIMST Bachelor Of Dental Surgery programme, I have been neglecting my (self proclaimed) duties for the past few months. Hehe, actually a few other coursemates’ blogs pop up on the first page too when you google ‘AIMST dentistry’. And we always get queries from interested students and possibly future juniors. If AIMST practiced a system that rewards students who refer new students to the university, according to some speculated amount, I’d be able to pay off half of my rentals for the whole five years man. But I enjoy answering questions from interested students, so keep them coming!

The academic year is drawing to an end for Year 2 and Year 1. They are currently in the midst of their finals and us, the Year 3 seniors, headed up to Cameron Highlands(pictures later!) on the first day of their exams. Some of us even sent photos of strawberries to the juniors via MMS. What assholes we are.

While they were trying to complete the dental hospital (it’s up and running! yay!), us Year 3 students were sent away for a 5 weeks break and we came back to sit for our dentistry paper and that was the last paper for our third year. Since we were supposed to do our clinicals in our third year and it’s already July(the academic year ends at the end of July), we are to stay back for another two weeks or so to work in the clinics. We’ve only started taking each others’ medical history and exploring each others’ mouth. So it was our first ever hands on experience as a dentist! We’re getting there, we’re getting there. It has also been said that there are a few hundred geriatric patients from an old folk’s home not far away from our uni who will be coming to get their dentures done. How exciting!

We’ll be opened to the public and our rates will be akin to the government clinics (RM50 for dentures, RM1 for extraction, RM0.50 for scaling, RM1 for filling etc etc). Your trip to Sungai Petani would not be pointless because Penang is just 45 minutes away! 😀

It’s hard to imagine that three out of my five years are over already. Pretty soon it will be year four and time will just whiz by. We’re really trying to make the most out of it – like planning for a Langkawi trip in October(hopefully Ah Thong will take on the duty of organizing) and a Bangkok trip in April next year(my job to organize coz I’m the one who is most excited to go. SHOPPING AND AMAZING VAGINA SKILLS WOOHOO!).

As Nien, Brenda, Zhu Zen and myself were chilling at the sofas at the library during Monday’s lunch break, a group of students approached us.

“Hello! Are you all dental students?” asked one of them.

Turns out that they are our future Batch 4 juniors who are supposed to go around to look for as many seniors’ signatures as possible. Sixteen of them are currently doing their pre-dentistry course so that they can complete their LAN and University papers before the actual term starts. As I signed their papers, I asked, “So how old are you?” <– my favourite question when talking to juniors, much to Nien’s chagrin.

Most of them are about 19 years old! I must stop deluding myself that I’m this young little girl with many many people who are older than me in university. As Cze-Yin said that day, we are one of the oldest people in the university already. All the medic seniors are now in Alor Setar for their clinicals and the oldest medic batch are Year 3 students as well.

19 years old. That’s two years younger than me! 19 is like, Mervyn’s age. And I always think of him as a kid. it’s hard to imagine people my brother’s age coming into university already. I know 19 is a normal age to attend university, I’m just not used to this whole growing old thing.

Which is why the Not So Little Girl In A Reverie blog title is so appropriate. Sigh.

Though there was an embarrassing incident where I was playing my Nintendo DS while waiting for the lecture room to open when two future juniors approached me for my signature. So much for looking every bit the super senior. Sigh. In my defense, the rest of the classmates are on a game console craze. During our half hour breaks, the two Nintendo DS(mine and Cze-Yin’s) gets passed around for many rounds of Mario Kart and Jimmy, Maxis and Brenda’s PSPs are fully utilized as well. And at one of the guys’ place, there is a PS2 marathon going on. That’s how matured we are!

We’d like to do some orientation thing for the new juniors. Like last year we played some less-traumatizing games with them at night after their messy orientation session with the Year 2 seniors. What can we do this year as their Year 4 seniors? Think, Jolene, think. Lie Yuen suggested that the Year 3 and 4 should get together and do something for them. And the following year, the Year3,4 and 5 seniors do it together. Year 2 will always be in charge of that messy afternoon affair.

Ok, enough rambling. Here are photos from the school of dentistry:

Dr. Brindha briefing us in one of the tutorial room before our clinical session.

Wave your hand there and the big wooden door slides open.

Group 3.3 posing outside the dental clinic.

Everything is so pristine and neat and bright and clean! I love how the sunlight floods the entire room, making it a very conducive environment to work in.

And the view is magnificent as always.

Each dental chair costs RM80k++. Each of us probably sponsored two chairs and a half.

To maximize infection control efforts, switches are at foot level.

Dr. Brindha teaches us how to focus the light before turning it to the patient.

Ah Thong practices adjusting the light and Maxis is the nonreactive patient.

LOL I love this shot.

This is where we view our periapical radiographs.

Strange Jimmy keeps his film packet in his lab coat pocket all the time. I’ll ask him tomorrow if he even takes it out when he puts his lab coat into the washing machine.

The clinic bay.

Chwan Horng is my current partner for the clinics. This means he is the first person in my career whose mouth that I’ve peered into and vice versa!

The futuristic looking spittoon. It’s fun! Just press two buttons on the panel, and the chair comes up as the water flows out.

The beautiful view, also, not a good idea to keep the blinds up for skirt-wearing patients.

It was my turn to be the patient.

Group 3.3 photo with staff from the faculty of dentistry.
Top l-r: Encik Mansur, Maxis, Chwan Horng, Our dean – Prof. Smales, Mr. Ravi, Dr. Brindha, Magesh, Encik Abdullah, Ah Thong, Jimmy.
Bottom l-r: Cze-Yin, Me, Narjit
When arranging us for the photo, Prof. Smales said, “Miss Jolene! You sit in the middle since you’re the biggest!” and Dr. Brindha pats me sympathetically. Huhuhuhuhu.. even my dean acknowledges my size.

And one more with Dr. Karthik.

Magesh and Narjit.

Myself and Chwan Horng. The chair is really really comfortable.

While trying to adjust the light.

The highspeed handpiece is soooooo sleek and sexy. It’s got a matte finishing and is of the right weight. You know, like how a gadget is sexy with that right amount of heaviness. It also helps that it came in very pretty packaging. (Rocks to be the pioneer at times as we get to unwrap these babies!). Black tissue wrapper, black matte cardboard box.. very chic.

Extremely ergonomic as well!

Jimmy and Cze-Yin looking like they are posing for the bds brochure.

Jimmy who is full of crap!

Something to commemorate my first time in the clinic.

From this angle, Jimmy looks like Ah Sim, our beloved simulators. With the fairer rubber lower face, he does look like the dental simulator. Hoho.

Narjit and I after class.

In the next class, it was time to learn how to take a patient’s medical history and here I am, trying to palpate Chwan Horng’s lymph nodes. The first step is to take all the demographics, medical history, social history, family history, dental history, medication history etc before proceeding with the extra oral examination. The extra oral examination includes the assessment of the symmetry of the face. Any asymmetry could indicate improper occlusion which will lead to dental problems. Then palpate the masseter to see if it is tender. Thirdly, we are to place our hands on the temporal mandibular joints (the ball like thingie that you will feel when you put your fingers at the point where your ears and jaw meets.) to see if there are any abnormalities when opening and closing the mouth. Lastly, palpate the lymph nodes along the lower border of the mandible/lower jaw to see if there are any swellings. After that, we would then proceed to the intra oral examinations. My first time with a mouth mirror and a probe in a real mouth! ZOMG.

When doing intra oral examination, great importance is placed on proper infection control. Which means that stupid piece of hair hanging down should have been pinned up. Face mask and gloves are a mask.

ignore my posture here. I was trying to avoid the lamp from blocking my face as I pose for this photo. I had fun exploring Chwan Horng’s mouth. It’s actually very therapeutic to do something like that, I found myself humming along like how a real dentist usually does! I even did something all dentists do: I made too much of small talk while examining.

Jimmy taking Cze-Yin’s medical history.

Taken while I was being examined by Chwan Horng. Maxis the dental nurse peered in as well as his partner, Ah Thong, just had a wisdom tooth extracted over the weekend and couldn’t open his mouth.

Dr. Jimmy Lie examining his patient. Fuyoh, like real!

Today, we bumped into Encik Mansur and Encik Abdullah, our dental technology lecturers. They were raving about the new dental tech lab and we demanded for a guided tour since we didn’t get to officiate it (the Year 2 juniors were the first to use the lab.) Isn’t it beautiful?! Back at the old campus, it was only a long table with minimal necessities and now they have magnifying mirrors, personal bunsen burners, suction to remove all the acrylic shavings(as they trim their dentures) and personal trays to put their completed work on. But no need to scream about injustice as we will be utilizing the lab too in our fourth year. We have to make dentures for the geriatric patients. Yay!

I’ll blame my ugly dentures from Year 2 because I was lacking this back then. Hmph.

This is only half the size of the lab. We were told that there are plans to open a Dental Technology degree or diploma course soon. The estimated fees would be about RM60k for diploma and if they decide to set up a Dental Tech degree course, it would come up to RM120k.

Our junior, Yee Wooi’s beautiful dentures.

So nice right. 🙁 Sigh.

Ahh, these are really old photos. I took this when the simulator lab was equipped with LCD screens for every single place. Our lecturer will demonstrate on a model up front and we would see it up close and personal, like totally in your face! Very awesome.

This is a really wide window sill where I used to put my bags and my junks before starting work on the simulator, till the dental sim lab assistant told me off and made me put everything on the floor. But there are lockers outside the lab now! Dr. Karthik even told me that we will have much bigger lockers(like in American high schools) soon. I asked him if I can put up photos and a mirror inside, and he was like, “Anything you want.” I is one happy girl.

This is the view of the girls’ hostel from the dental simulator lab.

And with this, I conclude my update on AIMST’s School Of Dentistry.