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Sunday, March 7
my week was strangely brilliant.
monday to thursday at the gynaecologist was an experience. yet, i lack the passion to be a doctor, and in my opinion, i also lack the calling. in short, being a doctor inevitably ushers in a life of toil that pays (for some) with the fufilment gained with each healing. it requires sacrifice - of time, of relationships, of personal space and time, of other dreams and aspirations. nonetheless, i decided to let God take the lead by giving me the results that would guide me to where He leads - with 4 As i would apply and give with my best shot. i'm glad my results are clearly not 'medicine-material' for at least it saves me the dilemma of "should i apply? or shouldn't i?" God is good =) i really thank God for my results! in my opinion, they are perfect and i am content. i think back to the academic struggle, especially the unexpected trauma during prelims where my grades plunged drastically, and all i can feel is thankful that He's still blessed me with such great results! it definetely wasn't by my own strength, remembering my disillusionment and disappointment, as well as my distracted being then. God is good also because my grades, though far from '9As' perfect, still let me meet all my ucas requirements. that door is still open - and i will continue trusting God solely in this huge life decision, be it to go, or to stay. it was enjoyable meeting up with classmates on friday as well. missed them. =) plus, unkle at velvet was a midweek cure for anxiety and fatigue. (hah! the irony) haven't had that much fun clubbing in awhile :P one day, when we are all old and wrinkly, we are going to have MAJOR hearing problems, i tell you. i am more deaf every time i step out of zouk. perhaps our conversations will go something like Me: Hey! How are your kids? Him: Oh she's great! We're planning for our second honeymoon! Me: Oh! That's a good school isn't it? Him: Where? No no its Europe. Moscow's such a dangerous place. Me: Ah... I see.... So... how's your wife? then again, perhaps its fanciful paranoid imagination on my part. hah! today was a nice wrap up to the week. upclass london uni fair at conrad hotel was informative and served its purpose exactly. for a moment, in all that whispering silence and cold air, (eg. *cough cough* echoes around the room, revererbates off the walls, to blend into the continued mummur of voices) i felt happily independent. as if i were there already, consulting the learned on intellectual issues that are entirely essential to my welfare (eg. ACADEMIA) from there i made some choices, created some prefererances. it's all falling in... =) it's an early night for me. looking forward to the week of enticing, exciting opportunities. WHEE!
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i feel stupid but its something that comes and goes:i've been changing think its
funny how no one knows:we dont talk about the little things that we do
without:when that whole mad season comes around || and you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the
time to open up your mind and watch the world spinning gently out of time leather pigskins click click amanda beks lock ghim morgan brian huilin ian vinz klem kwek dehan jimmy winston |