You know a song is cool when you don't really understand what the lyrics are saying. That said, I think alot of things in life come at a time when its too late. You only get what you want at a time when you don't want it anymore. Such is the irony of life. Bleah.
Its been almost two weeks since my last entry here. That's probably the longest time I'd ever left an active blog hanging without an update.
I find it strange that everytime I meet up with non-medicine people, they always ask me the same question - 'How's medical school?' and I always give them the same answer - 'Like that lor.' I just can't put the frustration and exhaustion into words. But I must say my non-medical school friends have been very very understanding and supportive of my foray into medicine, and everytime I meet up with them, they always help me rediscover some of the passion that's been extinguished by the stress and demands of medical school life.
I will try to smile.
Loads of people are flying off again, so much so that I can't even bloody keep track of who is flying off and WHEN they are flying off. Then again, I'm so busy that I don't think I can really go see people off in the first place. So to anyone who is flying off and still reads this blog, bon voyage and good luck in your studies! Don't get into too much seedy sex, drugs and booze over in the western land of vice!
Tomorrow's Pathology CA is going to make a pathological mess out of me!
Damian is awfully bored and sick of looking at anymore pathological slides/pots. But Damian can't stop because he is scared that he'll die for it, when 249 of his cohort mates are taking this latest CA so seriously. Damian sincerely wishes that he could just flunk it, because its taking too much effort to do the opposite. However, Damian's pride is a nasty thing that refuses to let him throw the towel into the recycling bin... because Damian has (so far) never failed a test in Med School and he intends maintain that record til he dies graduates from friggin' Med School.
Pride is a stupid thing, and Damian hates it. Damian belongs to a faculty where no one wants to lose, and no one can lose, so Damian is angry, frustrated, disgusted, irritated, chronically pissed off with himself for being in an industry that demands the best of you every single day. Damian really wants to just watch Sodagreen everyday.
Unfortunately, Damian actually loves pathology. All the blood and gore speaks to him like art to Picasso and music to Beethoven. Blood and gore is fun, blood and gore is cool, blood and gore makes the world go deliriously wild and round round round! Wetter, bloodier, messier! Love the world!
Name: voldemort33
XY, 01/06/1987, s'porean typical geminian free-thinker moody & eccentric thinks far too much for his own good med student (be afraid. be very afraid!) demon45_6f@hotmail.com
crazy craves
music (jazz, rock and lounge) day-dreaming drawing & photography animals (sheep!) chocolate and tea! seafood, noodles and soup!
pet peeves
noisy crowds over-possessive, insecure, whiny people two-faced hypocrites housework and homework being called 'rich' rushing to do stuff crying, pesky kids
deepest darkest desires! (aka wishlist!)
to be a doctor (with a heart of gold!) a dog my own condo apartment a driving license and my own four wheel drive my own comic line someone to hug
