tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57394155254691077532024-03-14T04:27:34.132+08:00Genesis of Lifewennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-13000813113938412192012-10-27T18:02:00.002+08:002012-10-27T18:03:57.470+08:00double edged bladeAmidst AS finals, yet here I am, drowned in emotions, when I should be devoting my attention to physics. Stress, it may be, then it would be easily solvable as everything shall return to normal in one month's time. I do hope so. It was a beautiful surprise and I'm reluctant to let it go. But what can I do but to sit by and watch it slip through my fingers, leaving scars all over.<br />
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Be strong, my mind says. The temptation is only sorrow coated with temporary satisfaction. But alas, I gave in yet again.<br />
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Emotion. A double-sided blade indeed.wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-18279629614615597002012-10-06T00:26:00.001+08:002012-10-06T00:26:40.272+08:00FocusFor some reason, I don't have that stressful feeling I used to have before every major exams. Trials results were nowhere near what I should achieve. And now, actual is the final way for me to prove my worth, if there's any. A week more for preparation. I hope I won't screw this. If I do, so shall the last illumination of my future.<div>
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Recent events prompted me to rethink my decision to so-called betray my high school by not staying for UEC. If I stayed, I would, no doubt still be suffering in that zombie world. The sheer thoughts of those mountainous exercises, endless exams, constant competition, sleepless nights still send shiver up my spine. But then, I can't help but miss that life I used to be tired of. Well, I guess Senior 1 would be the first to be ruled out. I missed blocking off all other lessons to solve those insanely complicated calculus questions and the sense of accomplishment that follows after solving them. But most of all, I just missed being busy. I wonder what would it really be like if I did stay. Five years of suffering should have given me immunity that might last for one last year. </div>
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I'm not saying A level's easy. It has its own standard, just not what I'm accustomed to. And college life is definitely more free than in high school. Less rules, less homework and more sleep. But other than that, college didn't give me that much free time either. So, what I'm going through now is roughly the same. The English version of UEC with easier maths and physics that focus more on theories? I guess. I have to get rid of that thought that I'm better. I am not, in any way, better than any kebangsaan people. Many outdid me and many are more hardworking than me. I'm just better in the sense that I have some residual knowledge which won't last for long. Biology clearly proved so.</div>
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Autism, a mental condition characterised by great difficulty in communicating and forming relationships. Okay, probably not that serious. But maybe I should stay away from people. Just to save the hassle of being everyone but myself. This has been on top of my list of rule from the beginning of the year. Now comes the consequences of my violation.</div>
wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-25047404427579030342012-09-22T00:50:00.000+08:002012-09-22T16:06:48.085+08:00It.is.impossible.Everything is done and submitted. So, I guess I'm supposed to bid farewell to UK now. The fact has been staring me right in the face for the whole time. Aptitude, the innate ability. The test had just confirmed the fact that I'm not a suitable candidate. That path is not meant for me. I don't have the necessary mindset and ability to be a doctor. For something that I'm sure I won't get, I have wasted weeks, 590 ringgit, 100 pound and another 23 pound.<br />
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<i>Edinburgh. Leeds. Leicester. Bristol. </i><br />
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Well, at least I still get to keep my first choice, Leeds and Leicester get to move forward. Due to my pathetic score, I had to give up Glasgow and substitute it with Bristol. But Bristol has never even crossed my mind before. I hope I didn't make the wrong choice. But it's not that they matter anyway. Choosing all these top-notch universities for a course so competitive, how do I even compete with all those geniuses? A medical student who failed biology? Who in the right mind would give me an offer?<br />
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Ireland.HongKong.Singapore.Taiwan.Australia.NewZealand.<br />
I shall have deeper thoughts before applying to these other universities.<br />
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<b><i>No.hopes.no.disappointment.</i></b>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-75105593186281589092012-09-14T01:44:00.001+08:002012-09-17T16:43:28.544+08:00Rid me of this.It's already September. Three more months and the year is coming to an end. It's not time for retrospection yet. And I don't have time for that now. Just that this is truly an eventful year. Things happened, some done and some undone.<br />
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After so many nights of struggles, I have finally a final draft. At least, one that I'm satisfied with. But somehow, it still doesn't seem impressive enough. Maybe because I'm not fully convinced yet? And probably because of some recent events that have thrown me off the track. How can I be sure I'm suitable when emotions have such adverse effect on me? By right, I'm supposed to focus on achieving the best result. Not fixing my mind on something that I've vowed to keep away from. College is <b><i>only</i></b> suppose to challenge me academically.<br />
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Well, writing the statement did have some benefit. Before this, everything was sort of in a mess, hiding in every corner of my mind. Now, I guess they're more or less sorted. But then, I also saw how incompetent I am compared to the supposed image of medical students. I still can't picture myself as someone so perfect. But I don't have any more time to think this through. I can only persist and hope that this is truly what I want. All this time, I've been so self-centred. I've never considered the impact of my decision to my family, or anyone for that matter. I have no idea what I'm writing. I tend to lose the ability to process relevant information when I'm under stress and this just prove that.<br />
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My choices of university are still empty. I have a rough idea of which university I want. But since even me myself don't believe I can get in, is there still any meaning in applying?</div>
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I have been craving for this holiday weeks before trials even started. But then, being alone at home wasn't as much enjoyment as It used to be.<br />
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<b><i>I.am.not.suitable.at.all.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Why.can't.I.just.accept.the.obvious.?</i></b></div>
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wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-80492444644754802012012-09-06T00:55:00.001+08:002012-09-09T11:32:03.687+08:00It's my burden to bear.I was right all along. It's just that I've chosen to listen to my heart where my mind has been telling me not to. And now, the consequences are only mine to bear. Deep within the crevasse that is cold and dark, a part of me had died. I will try to reach for light and warmth on the peak. Climbing with my bare hands, I know more wounds will add to the ones already there. Once on the peak, It will always be on my mind to keep away from the edge of the cliff.<br />
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长久之谜,解于一瞬<br />
内心纠结,消失无踪<br />
不曾拥有,何来失去
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绞心之痛,非墨能形<br />
未经沧桑,怎解世故
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时日可疗,望之深切<br />
隔亥耸立,今昔非比wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-39482679527797689852012-08-24T03:21:00.000+08:002012-08-24T05:56:16.053+08:00the little things.It's that day of the year again. The day that is full of surprises and miracles. And maybe some of my more close-to-Earth wishes might come true. Since it's my day, I shall allow myself to fantasize for a while. I know my skills aren't that great and have probably been so under-polished that it's impossible to speed my fingering anymore. Oh, well. But I still want a new instrument. I'm desperately craving for an Irish Tin Whistle. And an escapade would be nice to release me from all these tiring studying, without having anything on my conscience. Unrealistic ones, I shall keep to myself.<br />
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I have a whole day to myself. Should I be responsible and carry out my obligations or just focus on the present? Asking the question was only to prove to mind that I'm still sane, which might not last for long.<br />
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Growing up does has it excitement. But the dark side of it sometimes outweigh its counterpart. Yes. When I was little, my world was simple and has nothing but happy moments, the only sorrow I had was not being able to reach the books I desired on the then-gigantic bookshelves that could have collapsed on me anytime. Now that I'm 18, everything became complicated and I found myself hopelessly inane to handle the complexity. Of course it didn't happen overnight that I changed my perception of the world. It was a long and deary journey. The world is so delicate and has been so harshly handled that the flaws are countless. Therefore, I now found myself to be irreversibly attracted to the simplicity of the fictional worlds that are my only sanctuary. And as I grew up, I became a slave to emotion. I hate myself for being so easily swayed by emotions. The good ones, I would treasure. But more often than not, they tend to be bad ones that disturn my routine. Yet another large obstruction in making my decision.</div>
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<i>Somewhere in all those nights and little gestures, I fell into the crevasse that I have been so cautiously avoiding.</i></div>
wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-14185928156502247382012-08-10T21:54:00.001+08:002012-08-19T02:10:21.305+08:00ignorance is blissThere's only so much space in my mind. But the troubles just can't seem to stop regenerating themselves. Specifically, a problem that could have been easily resolved if I were in my right mind. Yea. And I'm not quite of sound mind recently.<br />
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However lifeless it may sound, study is still my top priority. And as much as I don't want it to be, I don't have many choices. I'm fully aware that life isn't just about tangible achievements. Too bad I wasn't raise to actually live that life. There's so many things I wanted to experience. But I guess I'm just too afraid to ask for it. <i>I have carelessly allowing it to roam freely and now it's lost.</i><br />
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I have probably confined myself in such a way that my mind will forcibly reject all other possible pathways. But recent, I guess I could say indications has led me to believe otherwise. The hierarchy that was once so firmly etched in my mind has all along been inaccurate. Therefore, I find myself to be in doubt once again.</div>
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That fear in my heart has consumed my courage. What's left of it isn't even enough to allow me to voice out how scared I am to face all of this <b><i>alone</i></b>. All of this might sound stupid even to myself after a while. Nevertheless, I shall allow my heart to overpower my mind for this one night.<br />
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<b><i>I. Should. Let. Go.</i></b><br />
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The first indication is obvious. I can't handle stress. If everything goes according to current trend, very soon I'll be stripped of the luxury to write. By then, I'm won't be far from total collapse.<br />
I don't think I can handle it anymore. There's no reason for this. Hence, there won't be any positive outcome. To give up early means I'll be spare of the misery later. </div>
wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-77076040770178583212012-08-05T23:17:00.001+08:002012-08-06T21:58:14.546+08:00Give in. Fight back.It was a memorable night for the nation. What's more precious is the person who caused all this to be possible. His persistence is no doubt something worth learning. I'm not a fan and so, I'm not fit to judge. But it's truly amazing how sports can expose the unity that we are capable of.<br />
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In the eyes, I saw a familiar expression. Of tiredness, of disappointment. How many times have I experienced all these? But in comparison, mine was meagre like a tiny particle in the vastness of the universe. And yet, I allow myself to grieve when in my heart, I knew I've never really give my best. I have no right to mourn.</div>
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Trials is just around the corner. And this time, it is not SPM. It is the one that will determine my future. Three weeks. That's all I have to prepare. </div>
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The darkness is once again closing in on me. It's up to me to either give in or fight back.</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-42690723133712609862012-07-26T23:19:00.001+08:002012-07-29T21:52:39.370+08:00I shall close my eyes and pretend nothing happened.There's so much to bear, so much to express. I don't even know where to begin. Everything has been very frustrating and will probably be so for the rest of my course. Oh yes. I do think about many things other than my academics. Sometimes, I think too much and throw myself into depression which make me more useless than I already am.<br />
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I feel like shouting my heart out, with hopes that all the strangling troubles will somehow also be released from within me and leave me in peace to pursue what I perceived as relevant to my future. But truth is, shouting doesn't help, neither does crying and there's only so much I can describe using my limited vocabulary. How I wish that there's someone out there who understands me inside out, who can read my mind and direct me onto the correct path.</div>
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Being in the grey zone doesn't feel good at all. Everything is vague, nothing is clear. The way ahead is shaded by mist. Even the signs are misleading.<br />
I'm standing on the edge of cliff in the dark, I have no idea which direction is solid ground and which way would condemn me to the abyss. I'm now standing my ground, unsure of what lies ahead. Do I take a a leap of faith? Should I? By the looks of it, the ground beneath me would not hold for long. It's just a matter of time before it collapse and allow darkness to take hold of my essence.<br />
<i>I wish, for a change that I would just let go of whatever principle I've been holding onto and somehow acquire the courage to free my mind and heart.</i></div>
wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-18252186786262202262012-07-15T08:56:00.000+08:002012-07-15T08:56:05.732+08:00emotionSometimes, I wonder if it would be better for me to not be in science. From my own observations of myself over so many years of science, I found only traces of myself that fits the descriptions of science student while most of me is just too obsessed with art-related topics. <div>
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Me? I have never strive hard enough for anything to blossom. My only passion that has lasted the years was my love for reading. I just love the way simple sentences sway my feeling and take away everything that bothers me. Basically, reading is my only escape from reality, somewhere, if I have the chance, I would not want to return to. Reality is just too complicated for me. There's too much to worry about. As much as they claimed that the modern world is driven by science, it's still overflowed with emotions. Emotion is so delicate, and it's too much for mere human to control. </div>
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<i>Do I love science as much as I think I do?</i></div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-88195000766200744032012-07-01T01:08:00.000+08:002012-07-04T02:31:30.854+08:00Is it truly so?I never knew how to express myself, not even with Chinese which I'm most familiar with. There is simply no words to describe that feeling, a scorching sensation which is burning me from the inside. A three hour session today with my confidants ease my mind by a little but it's still not enough to point me to enlightenment. In that short time, we talked, debated and argued about politics, economics, education and even LGBT issues. I do enjoyed conversing in a productive way. But somehow, I still craved for something a bit more intimate, to share my deepest fear and secret, to seek comfort in the arms of those whom I trust. But then, I was never brave enough to share. It's like being totally naked in front of them, without anything to cover my flaws and imperfections. By keeping everything to myself, I'm torturing myself, forming an invisible barrier between myself and the rest of the world. Locking out all those who would otherwise have the ability to support me when I finally snap.<br />
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I need a twin or maybe someone else who understands my every detail. Someone who can stand in my point of view and tell me what's the right course of action.</div>
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I promised that education will forever be in the first place. But is it so?</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-7200918682800908612012-06-30T00:33:00.000+08:002012-06-30T22:43:47.975+08:00There will be no Plan BShall I make it as a list? I miss writing a lot.<br />
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Well. It seems just only yesterday that I finished Thinking Skill paper 1. But it's already the last Friday of the holiday. It's not quite exact to say that I've been productive during the holidays but not to say I'm not. Basically, I went for another attachment. The first four days were practically wasted away but I shall not delve into that. From Friday until the next week, I was fortunate enough to be granted permission to observe real-life operations. I was literally beside the surgeon during the operations. It didn't exactly shock me to my core but at least I know it doesn't scare me, not the way I thought it would. Now that I've fixed my path, I shall focus on achieving it. I will not allow anything to stray me away from that path.<br />
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What has happened before seems to be happening again. The last time it happened, I was devastated and the effects never subside. The human mind, at least mine is so complicated that sometimes even I don't know why am I so persistent in a particular topic. I've sworn to not let history repeat itself but it seems that as day passed, it become harder to be kept at bay. Right now, everything is just as it has been before. The last time it ended disastrous. It's better not to even begin this time. And yet, my mind tells me otherwise.wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-27697836232023281902012-05-20T11:04:00.000+08:002012-05-20T11:05:13.679+08:00So be itSemester 1 is coming to an end in a 4 weeks. But before that, there's the very important examination that I simply have to ace even if it means giving up my life. I aware that I am giving myself too much stress, which might ultimately end in disaster.<br />
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<b><i>Only I can shape my own path and I shall make it a perfect one.</i></b></div>
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What more could I possibly want? I have gotten much more than I deserve. I can't ask for more.<br />
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When I was planning the near future, I never did take my ability to adapt into account. I naively thought that I would just immerse myself in books and assignments and examinations all day long. Also, I used to think that friendship isn't relevant. The sole reason of my survival was based on that mindset, which I now find to be quite pathetic. As reality goes, I was wrong. I couldn't survive alone in college, just like I couldn't keep myself from missing my high school friends. I don't feel safe with this new group of friends. Don't get me wrong. They're great to be with but I can't help feeling that something's just isn't right.<br />
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I couldn't concentrate on my studies. Every time I went near a book, my sleepy mode would be switched on automatically, causing yet another unproductive night. I'm starting to see a slippery slope ahead, on which if I don't brace myself, I will be thrown into the darkest abyss and lose my way forever.<br />
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The fear I felt before was meagre compared to this. It's like trying to find enlightenment amidst nothingness.</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-48878737543703234572012-04-29T17:14:00.002+08:002012-05-02T22:02:00.323+08:00the deepest chasmI have no idea why am I feeling so freaking depressed right now. Probably because things didn't turn out as I hoped? Bah, nothing ever turned out the way I wanted them to be anyway.<br />
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I have no control over my subconscious. A slight disturb from the external environment, then It'll go haywire and render me useless until the problem's been solved or something major happens. It's very stressful. But shouldn't I be used to it already? Stress is just a force to keep me moving, nothing more. I have no exact word for that hateful feeling, which is eating me from the inside. I just feel like everything I did and do will be in vain. Now, I have no idea what to do. Or rather, I'm afraid of what lies ahead.<br />
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Choosing medicine was an escape from all those trouble my peers are facing now but I ended up with even more trouble. I have no idea why in the world I have chosen this insanely expensive course. The medical field in Malaysia is very much saturated already, thanks to our all almighty government, who apparently isn't educated enough to value quality instead of quantity. Being a doctor is no more a job respect by many as in the past as patients nowadays know even more, most of it from Wikipedia and Google. I was never enthusiastic in anything long enough for it to blossom. I'm quite sure this is no exception.<br />
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For some reason, everything is required of a medical student. They have to excel in everything. Leadership, teamwork, community services, desire to help, perfect academic and extracurricular achievements are only among a few in a long list of basic requirements. Further more, the tuition fees for medical school is the most insanely expensive such that you'll get greater satisfaction by throwing your money into the ocean. <b><i>I have nothing. I am the perfect example of how not to get into medical school.</i></b><br />
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Having dreams meant nothing, if the dreamer didn't strive to achieve the dream. In my personal statement,<i><b> I need to convince the whole world that I am the perfect candidate</b></i>. <b><i> How do I do that without even convincing myself?</i></b></div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-36100613829113185012012-04-16T23:52:00.000+08:002012-04-22T00:26:23.606+08:00determinationA wish, as defined by the dictionary, is a hope or desire for something. Desire comes from the mind, either consciously or unconsciously. I desire to be a medical doctor. It was a wish I never truly have a reason for. It was probably, as my family commented, for self-satisfaction, to quench my thirst for the top of the food chain. But that was not so, I chose science to give me my best shot in the future and biology was the subject that has fascinated me the most. The flawlessness and the delicacy of human physiology, particularly the human brain has never failed to amaze me. I knew it then. I was like bee, attracted to honey. But like everything else, it has a extreme downside. Hence, I was indecisive and that made my wish a dangerous one.<br />
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An experience in the hospital had led me to question my choice once more. The clock stroke 12 in the afternoon. It was time for lunch. But the nurse opened the heavy, wooden and seemingly glamorous door, letting yet another patient in. The patient looked pale, as if sickness had sucked the life out of him. But there was only so much the doctor could do, prescribe painkiller to ease the torturous pain. Being present in the same room, I could feel the patients' anguish as if they were mine, the torment lied deep within their heart and they can only hope for it to heal over time. My heart churned at the sight of them. However, I could not see compassion in the doctor's tired yet professional eyes. Somehow, relieving the patients' pain had become nothing more than just an obligation. The pure desire to help people was not there anymore.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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In the morning, we did medical ward rounds. First, it was the High Dependency Ward. As the doctor put it, this is where they send the patients who are very ill but not ill enough to be in the Intensive Care Unit, in which I saw sights that I could never forget. The patients there could not even breathe on their own and all of them were unconsciously hooked to a machine. Dozen of tubes were transporting substance in and out of the almost-lifeless body. But still, family members wish for a factitious miracle. I can't help but wonder if the patients ever hope to leave the world in peace instead of suffering so much and condemning their families into sorrow.<br />
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It so happened that the doctor I shadowed is a nephrologist. Hence, the Dialysis centre I went, with much excitement. This was where the inspirational magic happened. The majority of patients were already in their twilight years. But most of them were friendly and cheerful despite of the intense pain. I could have been fooled by their blissful façade if they weren't in a Dialysis centre. Through this, I saw the frailness of the human body and how important hope is in sustaining a person's life. Subconsciously, it strengthen my determination albeit the discouragement from most doctors.<br />
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Given the fact that most doctors wanted to lead a different life, I can only start to imagine how demanding the medical field is. All the discouragements, the tuition fees, the stringent selection procedure, stressful lifestyle and many other disadvantages should have been able to stray me away from that path I have so naively chosen. But the satisfaction I would get by saving life and the knowledge I could gain would always find its way back into my consciousness, telling me that I will definitely regret not choosing medicine. Hence, the two reasons fought a lot, in which the latter wins constantly. But the cons will still disorientate me every once in a while, leaving standing on the same spot, indecisive as to my final heading.<br />
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A respiratory specialist told me something that I found quite interesting. She said that Malaysian students were brought up believing that only professions like lawyers, engineers and doctors can insure one's future, with doctors being the most popular. As much as I wanted to deny, I find that this was somehow, the pathetic truth strongly supported by statistical data. Quoting most of the doctors, being in the medical field requires commitments, passion and the most importantly, stamina. Accept all of that and medicine will prove to be a very rewarding career.<br />
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This wish of mine can be realized through constant hard work and a fiery passion that can never go out. Commitment and sacrifice will have to be made. I understand that it is obstinate of me to refuse changes and to block suggestions and advices from people who have walked down the same path. But if I don't realize my wish, my life will never be completed. Hence, I will be persistent in my choice now, something I will probably regret in the future.<br />
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I haven't felt this kind of excitement in a very long time. Probably because I have grown oblivious to my surrounding, learned to enclose myself in a shell. All those thoughts of things I might be able to do, to experience are pure fascination. Gosh, I'm even coming up with conversations on potential happenings. Well. This is probably my best chance in determining if I really want that kind of future. I'm saying that I don't care but I can't predict the future. In 10 years' time, I might be cursing myself for choosing this and end up regretting something I thought I loved.</div>
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I hope that this would give me the strength to continue walking, or rather running down this road, in which I can't ever stop if I've started. Or discourage me now to spare me the pain later.</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-21391461866969897462012-04-12T21:06:00.000+08:002012-04-12T21:06:02.106+08:00inspirational improvement?The second time. The second scar, though not as intense.<div>
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Challenge ahead. Challenge accepted, work for the star.</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-77045372525263873892012-04-10T23:36:00.000+08:002012-04-10T23:37:39.665+08:00that momentOkay. The government had finally announced the long-awaited Public Service Department scholarship or rather a bursary. Although they sound all the same to me. Well, they have decided to award the bursary to 9A+ people, which sadly, does not include me. I guess I'm experiencing the sour grapes altitude now. All those bad thoughts about PSD are racing in my mind, which kinda make me feel sadder.<br />
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I have tried to walk out of the shadow. I'm quite fine as long as I don't hear the word biology, a term I will be hearing everyday until next year June and if I'm successful in securing Medicine, forever. How can it be? I'm not overconfident. I'm almost certain that I can get A+ for biology if not perfect score. The saddest part is that the actual is worse than the trial, which is much harder. Now, you see. I'm starting to feel sorry for myself again. I hate feeling this way. How is it that everyone else can do it while I can't. Is it because I'm stupid? or I didn't work hard enough? Define hardworking. That biology scar definitely will not heal.<br />
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Even though I didn't score well, I still don't have the motivation to study now for A level. It's already four months since college started and I didn't, for a single day, carry out my study plan.<br />
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身心伤痕累累,内心百般无奈<br />
意志消沉散漫,前途迷蒙渺茫<br />
疑问解答何处,无能愚钝慵懒wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-60201008120294835332012-03-30T21:50:00.001+08:002012-03-31T00:24:06.825+08:00StressOkay. The stress of A level has begun to show itself. I have been through biology, chemistry and physics presentations, did more projects and experiments than my 5 ChongHwa years combined. These are totally beyond my comfort zone as I have no experience and no expertise. Hence, you can imagine how the results are. I always felt that I have lots to do but in reality, not that much. I can still have free time if only I knew how to manage my time well,in which the steps don't include typing this insignificant post. Yea, well. It's fun to actually get to learn new things and experience it first hand. It's even more fun to actually excel in it and become the best in class, minus a few very strong competitors.<br />
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Being from a Chinese independent school, my mindset and theirs are very different. They think about the texts in ways I've never even thought about. And for the same reason, I have this weird thinking that I have to do better than them. I am definitely not looking down on them. But I have learnt much more than them. By right, I should have the ability to score higher and better. And did I? Well, aside from a few very threatening kebangsaan people.<br />
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Someone commented that I emphasized too much on academic results. I have never perceive it as a bad thing. It was the force that had moved me and will keep on moving me. Only until recently that I start observing from another perspective. I knew that there's more to life than result. I want my college life to be fun and memorable also. Oh and by the way, I have this recently developed bad habit of doing everything based on recognition by my lecturers. For the sake of my testimonial, I wonder how much more realistic will I become?wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-72676102578400971942012-03-21T21:25:00.001+08:002012-03-22T18:18:46.817+08:0021.03.12熟悉的陌生,期待的见面<br />
如心之所愿,错过的完美<br />
所谓努力,证实不足<br />
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Yea. SPM. That's what happened. I was so excited to be able to see my somewhat long-lost friends and I did, which was a great thing. But then, It didn't last for long. I took my results and I cried. As expected, I got straight A's. I'm not at all, boasting. But my tears was not of happiness but disappointment, not because I didn't get the straight A+s I desperately hope for but for biology, in which I have put in enormous effort. I knew for a fact that it's impossible to get the perfect result but I had hope anyway. In many people's eyes, my result was great enough. I would think that too if not for Biology, which was the subject I worried the least. I guess I didn't put in as much effort as I thought I did. My only hope now is too prevent history from repeating in A level.<br />
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Oh, I was happy, having many friends at my side when I'm at my weakest. But someone I treasured dearly actually made a comment that hurts above all else, even the result.wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-26398063061596526132012-03-16T19:16:00.001+08:002012-03-16T19:16:09.964+08:00I'm starting to wonder how is it that there's no presentations in ChongHwa? That's probably one of the biggest disadvantage. Everything depends on presentation now and I have no idea how to do it. Hence, physics, which unfortunately became my first presentation failed miserably. And now, I have 3 more coming my way, each one harder than the other. Right, guess I'll just have to tell the whole world that I don't know English, then maybe they will pity me and restrain themselves a bit from dying of laughter. My group mates are probably brainstorming on how to get rid of me as I type.<br />
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I can't believe it's mid of March already. SPM result will be release next week!wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-60047237768174744372012-02-24T23:05:00.000+08:002012-02-25T14:50:07.985+08:00Commitments<i>Congratulation on being chosen into the Editorial Board. </i><br />
<i>We regret to inform you that your application to PreMed Society committee was unsuccessful.</i><br />
So, how should I react? I got what I loved but not what I need.<br />
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I had the honour of being able to make it into the second selection of the PreMed committee. For the passed 3 days, we have been through hell. Literally. It was stressful, worrying about all those things. But at the same time, it was a great experience. When I was in high school, I never did seize the opportunity to organise an event, which was a great experience I would definitely want to try again. We did great. How could we not get anything? That exact moment when I opened the reply and saw "sorry to inform you". I was devastated. I wanted to be in a committee badly and I did go to great extent to achieve this. And now, I feel like my world is ending. Losing this application means lesser chance of getting scholarships and considering the tuition fees, my dream is another enormous step away. Now, the only way to gain my best chance was to get Best Across Three Subject in the world. I can't even top 24 normal people. How am I suppose to get Best Across with all those geniuses out there?<b><i> Why u no let me be vp?</i></b><br />
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Well. Today wasn't all that bad. I did get a piece of good news. I got into the Editorial Board. I do feel happy since I have the chance to write again. But that was just what I like, not what I need. But since I didn't get what I need, I might as well do what I like and do it well. Maybe it could make my testimonial shine by a little. But I know it won't be as good as being in the Executive Committee.</div>
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Is fate trying to talk to me? That I shouldn't be heading down this road? I will be persistent but do I have the means to?</div>
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The first step of studying medicine is to be able to afford the tuition fees. If not scholarships, how the hell will I even have the chance?</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-78984850963495041562012-02-18T23:12:00.001+08:002012-02-18T23:15:51.611+08:00first speech. illumination.Yup. I gave my first ever speech yesterday. Oh, well. It probably doesn't sound anything like one since nobody respond. But, I'm really satisfied to be able to stand in front of a crowd and present myself. Maybe the presenting part wasn't that great. The anxiety, that feeling of wanting to just run out of the lecture theatre and pretend nothing happen were deadly but totally marvellous. After the very-short speech which I think lasted for about one minute and a half, I felt a high sense of accomplishment. Even more satisfying than a bar of 65% dark chocolate, a cup full of Haagen Dazs strawberry cheesecake ice cream, A big slice of Alexis Bistro's Nutty Chocolate Meringue and Oh, you get my point. So satisfying that I sang all the way to the KTM station. Loudly. All those looks from strangers were probably the best indications. Won't even feel sad if I get aero vote too.<br />
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Okay. I finally got the time to go to the placement centre, which was a bad idea. After that visit, I was kinda discouraged to pursue medicine. I said before that I was willing to do that course anywhere as long as I can do it. But that wasn't the truth. I wanted to go overseas, not particularly the United Kingdom, just western country. I am not a banana. I loved Chinese and its culture every bit as I could. But I also loved English as equally. I wanted to have the experience of studying abroad. To be every bit as proud as I do ChongHwa. But now, I'm lost. I don't know if that road is really what I want. I loved Science but also Languages, though I do always complain about them. Sciences and Languages are two totally different worlds, like two parallel lines that can never intercept. Now that I'm studying pure science, I missed language classes, especially the essays. I would probably feel the same if it was the other way around.<br />
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Right. Signing up for all those activities probably wasn't that bad an idea. Maybe my personal statement could really stand out and they'd invented some medicine and languages joint programme. Oh, well. 16 more months to work on that. My chemistry lecturer actually asked me to bring back top in the world for his birthday wish. Yikes. No pressure. Flattered and Flattened.<br />
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<b><i>Let your passion be the reason for your existence</i></b><br />
<b><i>and your success, the product of your persistence.</i></b>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5739415525469107753.post-78185010878741076332012-02-06T21:20:00.003+08:002012-02-07T20:21:34.164+08:00It just seem right.I have been struggling with my resume/ curriculum vitae for the passed few days. I have never been in a committee before nor do I know anything about being one. A sudden drastic change like this is totally over my safety limit. But then if I don't, I won't even stand a chance against all those superhuman out there for scholarships.<br />
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When I was writing, I stumble upon a recurring questions. Why do I want to apply for that particular post? Why? I have no idea. I just want something to write on my personal statement, for my testimonial to stand out. Well, to tell the truth, if I were the interviewers, I won't choose me. I don't have great leadership and teamwork skills. I'm not a people person. I don't even know what I want anymore. That's just so saddening.</div>
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How is it that as a person grows older, confusion follows? How do I get back to the time when I can see the path ahead clearly? The older I get, the more I lose myself. When I look upon my reflection, I don't recognise the face.The world used to be so marvellous, so without worries. </div>
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Time's almost up. There's a reason I haven't been to the placement centre yet. I don't have the answers to the simplest question. I have no idea. It just seem right.</div>wennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07750947233048875566noreply@blogger.com0