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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

bright cerulean.

i have had enough of shouting. grandma ALWAYS mistaking me for my brother, also. it's just a tad irritating, if you get what i mean. quite insulting too, i guess.

just last night, as i went down for a cup of water at midnight right before bedtime, she sees me and expresses her, let me emphasise here, utmost shock after realising i might not have had dinner. imagine me standing there under the harsh fluorescent light with a steel mug in my hand and MORE IMPORTANTLY, my mouth agape. maybe this is a result of me always - well, not always - having afternoon naps lasting 6 hours - once again, not all the time - but come on, i swear she saw me having dinner. i tell her i have had my dinner, only then does she recall seeing me at dinner time. SIGH.

oh sweetheart, put the bottle down

oh shit, i'm still having that headache i got as a result of swishing my head around too fast in school. my classmates laughed at me because my fringe swished around too, much like in those shampoo ads. creepy, i know.

i'm thinking of becoming a doctor and joining Médecins Sans Frontières. it'll be difficult though, very difficult. i'd need a scholarship for university, which means i need four freaking As in my stpm, which is frankly kinda impossible. i want it so badly though. i want to help people so badly. i know i can help in other ways, and not just by being a doctor, but... it's complicated. and i dont want to be stuck in an office typing documents or giving presentations! i dont give a shit for that! i want to be in the field, where all the 'action' is.

my mum says i dont look like the type who'd go all out to do these kind of these things. i guess i surprise people... and i like that.

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  • Blogger Seumas says so:
    16 July 2009 at 14:25  

    just go to india.. they are rather good for the med track record, and it doesnt take TOO much brains to get in, and i bet you can do it, sides, it doesnt cost too much... it would be worth it... top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    16 July 2009 at 15:16  

    House is who he is.

    will India only let u be a GP? ooo..do ER! fun..all that blood and broken bones..... top