The Pensieve

Maybe I should start twitter? It’s like how I don’t know what I can or can’t write these days. Sigh. Or I get started on a paragraph and then just lose the desire to continue.

Just some updates about my sad sorry life…

Been procrastinating on studying (cuz I don’t know what I shld concentrate on studying, sigh, all so fragmented); been getting severe writer’s block with regards to my project, and also a bit slow on the data collection. I just need maybe a few nights of solid 100% data collection and I should complete it soon. Been slowly gearing up my excitement for the upcoming trip overseas! My first proper break this year! Yay….

I so need to recharge and regenerate. -.-

Social life’s so-so, studies are so-so, work life is horrid. I’m learning loads but I totally hate the new adminstration we fall under. Such administrative inefficiency! I have pride in my work but I hate the fact that I’m totally exploited. I feel like it’s an emotional blackmail of sorts. There I’ve said it, I’m super not satisfied with work now!

On the other hand, I did have a great Sunday :) Got a reaaallly nice coat for my upcoming trip YAY! Had a great time just joking and trying to forget about work. Watched the 20th Century Boys II and it’s surprisingly better than the first. So I’m kind of looking forward to the finale. Well, if work doesn’t suck away all my energy tomorrow, perhaps I’ll blog about the film.

-.- My affect is just flat all the time. -.-

I’ve been asked this question time and again, “What made you decide to do medicine?”

— “It was an accident.”

I had decided to do law initially but due to a fortunate or unfortunate (as some might say) parallax error, I coded ‘Law’, instead of ‘Medicine’. Despite the avalanche of medicine-related questions during the interview, I perservered, thinking it merely a perverse act on the part of some disgruntled lawyer who was hauled out of his/her billion dollar lawsuit to interview a lawyer-wannabe, and therefore decided to give me an especially difficult time.

A month later, to my absolute horror, a letter arrived, bound in blues and orange:

‘Dear Sir/Madam, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for admission to XYZ for a course of study in Medicine in the session ….’