I'm home! After a long day away--- roughly 300km away from home, actually. My phone has been overloaded with "how did you go" messages (in relation to the med interview), and I guess I'll just say that it was alright. I mean, I'd be more optimistic, except if I say "it was fucking fantastic" and then I get rejected, that would be horribly embarrassing. So we'll leave it at "it was alright".
I spent the rest of the day shopping with my friend. My feet are burning. Now I'd be happy with all the exercise, because hey, weight loss, except I am certain I ate my weight's worth of food. FOOD IS SO CHEAP THERE. OH MY GOD. I can become bloated with less than 10 dollars. AND IT WAS DELICIOUS. Ah, I'm excited. If I studied there next year I think I would just be... fat. Or morbidly obese.
Maybe I should consider exercise.
I bought more than food, of course. Keeping the whole Christmas spirit thing in mind, I bought a fuckload of gifts. Hell, I even bought Dad an iPhone case and a screen protector. I think it looks nice. It's one of those leathery ones which covers the front and back of the phone. I kinda got air-bubbles trapped under the screen protector, but I don't think Dad minds. I think he's happy.
Then I bought a hell-load of random little things, which I plan on giving away tomorrow. I think I owe a present to everyone who had a birthday in the past month. Mostly because they gave me a present for my birthday, so I should really reciprocate. I'd feel immensely guilty otherwise.
Tomorrow should be fun! I'm meeting up with my friends.
And I found a job! Did I tell you? I don't think I did. I found a job! I should be able to afford a gaming console this Christmas!
Oh and I also caught a cold while travelling. My nose was blocked during my interview, and I was sweating profusely. No, not because I was nervous, but because it was so goddamn hot and humid. Was rather embarrassing. Might also be because of my body temperature though...
Okay, I'm going to bed now. I'm kinda tired. I don't think I'm making much sense either.
I just wanted to tell you that the whole thing was really, really, really fun. I'm glad I went to this med interview.
Thursday, 29 November 2012
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Travel- Med Interview
So I'm going away for my med interview- and I have to stay there overnight. My parents are freaking out. I leave in the afternoon, and since yesterday my parents have talked to me at least 5 times about what to take, what to do if I'm hungry, don't be afraid of spending money if I need to, don't freak out at the interview, remember to call home---- etc. I'm starting to get annoyed, but then I control myself, hypnotically repeating "I am not annoyed. I am not an ungrateful bastard. My parents are displaying concern for my well-being. I am not annoyed."
Surprisingly, it works. I'm reeeally looking forward to this interview. Well, not just the interview itself, but getting to spend time in town afterwards. I know most people would probably freak out and feel worried--- not that I'm claiming to be super-confident, but I guess I'm just a little happy right now. It's like the "school is over" does of happiness has just kicked in. I feel great. Borderline euphoric, but that's okay.
Ah I think I will feel really bad if they rejected me after all. I found out last night, that my mother went over to her best friend's house. Yeah yeah, the one who I think is a complete bitch. I should give her a name, instead of writing that every time. Her daughter (my classmate) went to an interview earlier, and my mother asked her how she went, what was asked etc. Apparently she replied "It was okay. They asked easy stuff. I went okay." etc., obviously unwilling to share. That's fine, of course. To my understanding she is ultra competitive and desperate to get into med school. Not that I'm boasting, but I would make decent competition.
What makes me feel truly bad though, is that my mother asked, full well knowing the kind of response she would get. Mum told me how her friend's expression changed so drastically, as soon as she asked the question. Now while I hate that stupid bitch-face friend of hers, I don't want Mum to damage her friendship because of me. I know Mum only asked holding onto that sliver of hope that they'll tell her something, and then I might find it useful. As a result I now feel tremendously guilty. Apparently Mum's friend had once said to her, "Why should [my class mate] help them? They're all competitors!" when discussing the subject of school.
Heh, and some of my friends wonder why that class mate of mine doesn't answer the phone, when they call her 50 times the night before the chemistry exam.
Ah, it doesn't matter. If they feel offended because Mum asked (she really shouldn't have, though I kind of feel good because she only asked for me), then they can be angry in their little corner. I guess if Mum's friend breaks up the friendship- then good riddance, I really hated her anyway. I'm sure my mother can find better friends to gossip with.
And that's that. I'm gonna go have some fun now. See ya later.
Surprisingly, it works. I'm reeeally looking forward to this interview. Well, not just the interview itself, but getting to spend time in town afterwards. I know most people would probably freak out and feel worried--- not that I'm claiming to be super-confident, but I guess I'm just a little happy right now. It's like the "school is over" does of happiness has just kicked in. I feel great. Borderline euphoric, but that's okay.
Ah I think I will feel really bad if they rejected me after all. I found out last night, that my mother went over to her best friend's house. Yeah yeah, the one who I think is a complete bitch. I should give her a name, instead of writing that every time. Her daughter (my classmate) went to an interview earlier, and my mother asked her how she went, what was asked etc. Apparently she replied "It was okay. They asked easy stuff. I went okay." etc., obviously unwilling to share. That's fine, of course. To my understanding she is ultra competitive and desperate to get into med school. Not that I'm boasting, but I would make decent competition.
What makes me feel truly bad though, is that my mother asked, full well knowing the kind of response she would get. Mum told me how her friend's expression changed so drastically, as soon as she asked the question. Now while I hate that stupid bitch-face friend of hers, I don't want Mum to damage her friendship because of me. I know Mum only asked holding onto that sliver of hope that they'll tell her something, and then I might find it useful. As a result I now feel tremendously guilty. Apparently Mum's friend had once said to her, "Why should [my class mate] help them? They're all competitors!" when discussing the subject of school.
Heh, and some of my friends wonder why that class mate of mine doesn't answer the phone, when they call her 50 times the night before the chemistry exam.
Ah, it doesn't matter. If they feel offended because Mum asked (she really shouldn't have, though I kind of feel good because she only asked for me), then they can be angry in their little corner. I guess if Mum's friend breaks up the friendship- then good riddance, I really hated her anyway. I'm sure my mother can find better friends to gossip with.
And that's that. I'm gonna go have some fun now. See ya later.
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Bittersweet
I think that is how I will describe how I feel--- bittersweet. The taste of freedom is overwhelming--- though at the same time, so are my parents. The end of school means nothing. Less work, yes. Less stress? Hell no. I feel myself lapsing into that angry pissy mood I only feel when I have 5 pieces of assessment in the same week. I guess that's equivalent to having a bad time around parents.
Look, that argument about what to wear to med interviews occurred, like I had anticipated. My mother brought clothes into my room, I told her I didn't like them, she forced me to try it on, and by force I mean she literally screamed in my face. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THEY DON'T LOOK GOOD WHEN YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WORN THEM". Because I have eyes, for starters.
Though I will not claim to be a fashion expert, I can confidently say that I know what I like and dislike wearing. Actually, that doesn't even have anything to do with fashion. If I wear something I don't want to wear, my mood changes so drastically, I don't think it would matter what I looked like. I will become the embodiment of "I hate every person in this world, myself included."
Anyway, my mother stormed out of my room, making her disapproval of me quite blatant. I can only shrug it off. I don't think she has a right to be angry. I know she brought those clothes over hoping that I'd find them appealing, thus wearing them to my interview. I don't. I hate how her mind works--- when we, after much compromise, find an item of clothing that we can both tolerate, she will change her mind in about a month. All because I start wearing it regularly. It then becomes ugly, inappropriate, dull--- never mind the fact that she's the one who first proposed it. Then anything I reject will immediately become very pleasing, and will look fantastic on me for no apparent reason.
Heh, she's like a difficult child, isn't she? Getting angry when she can't have her way, not giving a shit about how I think.
...And how old I must feel, comparing my own mother's behavior to that of a difficult child. When I put it into that perspective, I guess I have no reason to be angry at her. Anger only fuels more anger. I think it's about time I learnt, to not be ragey. It's not productive in any way, and I don't even feel better in the end.
You know what's been great though? Drawing. Ah, did I ever tell you that I draw? I must have. And I think most of you reading this would know anyway. Post-exam, all I've done is play games and draw. I created a Tumblr account, which I did not dare create when I still had school. Now I'm free to do what I want.
Actually, I have TWO Tumblr accounts. One is my personal one, the other is co-authored with my wonderful and amazingly talented friend. Not we have much on there, since I created it like...yesterday.
My personal one: http://vanelikestodraw.tumblr.com/
The one shared with my awesome friend: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/serotoninandvipers
Here you go, if you're curious. I think it will be quite cool, when we have enough things to put up there. Don't laugh, I'm a noob with photoshop, and I only learnt how to use a scanner app today. I'll get better, I promise.
Look, that argument about what to wear to med interviews occurred, like I had anticipated. My mother brought clothes into my room, I told her I didn't like them, she forced me to try it on, and by force I mean she literally screamed in my face. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THEY DON'T LOOK GOOD WHEN YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WORN THEM". Because I have eyes, for starters.
Pretty eyes, for that matter.
Though I will not claim to be a fashion expert, I can confidently say that I know what I like and dislike wearing. Actually, that doesn't even have anything to do with fashion. If I wear something I don't want to wear, my mood changes so drastically, I don't think it would matter what I looked like. I will become the embodiment of "I hate every person in this world, myself included."
Anyway, my mother stormed out of my room, making her disapproval of me quite blatant. I can only shrug it off. I don't think she has a right to be angry. I know she brought those clothes over hoping that I'd find them appealing, thus wearing them to my interview. I don't. I hate how her mind works--- when we, after much compromise, find an item of clothing that we can both tolerate, she will change her mind in about a month. All because I start wearing it regularly. It then becomes ugly, inappropriate, dull--- never mind the fact that she's the one who first proposed it. Then anything I reject will immediately become very pleasing, and will look fantastic on me for no apparent reason.
Heh, she's like a difficult child, isn't she? Getting angry when she can't have her way, not giving a shit about how I think.
...And how old I must feel, comparing my own mother's behavior to that of a difficult child. When I put it into that perspective, I guess I have no reason to be angry at her. Anger only fuels more anger. I think it's about time I learnt, to not be ragey. It's not productive in any way, and I don't even feel better in the end.
You know what's been great though? Drawing. Ah, did I ever tell you that I draw? I must have. And I think most of you reading this would know anyway. Post-exam, all I've done is play games and draw. I created a Tumblr account, which I did not dare create when I still had school. Now I'm free to do what I want.
Actually, I have TWO Tumblr accounts. One is my personal one, the other is co-authored with my wonderful and amazingly talented friend. Not we have much on there, since I created it like...yesterday.
My personal one: http://vanelikestodraw.tumblr.com/
The one shared with my awesome friend: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/serotoninandvipers
Here you go, if you're curious. I think it will be quite cool, when we have enough things to put up there. Don't laugh, I'm a noob with photoshop, and I only learnt how to use a scanner app today. I'll get better, I promise.
Monday, 26 November 2012
Over.
There, it's over. I'm done. School etc. Last test.
...It doesn't seem right. Where is my feeling of excitement? Elation? Nothing. It's not there.
It feels like every other bloody Monday. My agenda for this week is crammed full, and though it's mostly celebratory stuff... I still feel as if it's just another week. Oh God, maybe I've lost the ability to feel excited. Nah, that can't be right. My pulse accelerated during the last 2min of the maths exam-I could hear my heart beating. Then I managed to write "divergent" when I meant "convergent" and "less than" when I really meant "greater than".
Good job, me.
But eh, fuck all. I only remember what I failed, anyway. I'm pretty sure I got more correct than incorrect. Hopefully it's enough to be above a 93, but if it's not, I guess I don't really care. Not that I've cared about much this term... or any other term...
Hmmm, that was a good question, I got asked the other time. What do I care about?
...It doesn't seem right. Where is my feeling of excitement? Elation? Nothing. It's not there.
It feels like every other bloody Monday. My agenda for this week is crammed full, and though it's mostly celebratory stuff... I still feel as if it's just another week. Oh God, maybe I've lost the ability to feel excited. Nah, that can't be right. My pulse accelerated during the last 2min of the maths exam-I could hear my heart beating. Then I managed to write "divergent" when I meant "convergent" and "less than" when I really meant "greater than".
Good job, me.
But eh, fuck all. I only remember what I failed, anyway. I'm pretty sure I got more correct than incorrect. Hopefully it's enough to be above a 93, but if it's not, I guess I don't really care. Not that I've cared about much this term... or any other term...
Hmmm, that was a good question, I got asked the other time. What do I care about?
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Online Shopping
One of the first things I did when I turned 18 was surprisingly not hookers or cocaine (or your mother, for that matter). Okay, that was uncalled for. Anyway, I got a PayPal account to pay for my online subscriptions I'm a little ashamed to tell people about, so I'll keep that private. You can guess. Then I left my PayPal without money for a couple of months to stop myself from spending. Today I started again.
Because I lack common sense in general, I decided to shop at some Chinese site with free shipping. Of course they were cheap. Then it struck me, after I had paid for the order, to check on the legitimacy of the site, and read reviews. After that I was like, "huh, I'm no better than the stupid people I complain about". Maybe I should learn to check where I'm spending my money before dishing it out.
Not that I'll lament the loss of 15 bucks for long. It's about $5 less than my lunch money. And now that I am no longer expecting to receive anything after reading reviews (apparently these people never ship your orders), I guess it'll be a pleasant surprise if what I ordered turns up in 6 months. I guess it's kinda sad in a way, that though I am Chinese myself, I inherently distrust Chinese sites. In my defense, China is notorious for its fraudulent poor quality products, as well as scams in general.
Why don't I contact costumer service and ask for a refund? Well, because I only ordered today, and funny as it sounds, I still want what I ordered. I know there are a million bad reviews on the internet, but I still feel as if I have no right to complain about them if I have never experienced it myself. So I'm resigned to waiting patiently. Hopefully it'll get here before Christmas.
Because I lack common sense in general, I decided to shop at some Chinese site with free shipping. Of course they were cheap. Then it struck me, after I had paid for the order, to check on the legitimacy of the site, and read reviews. After that I was like, "huh, I'm no better than the stupid people I complain about". Maybe I should learn to check where I'm spending my money before dishing it out.
Not that I'll lament the loss of 15 bucks for long. It's about $5 less than my lunch money. And now that I am no longer expecting to receive anything after reading reviews (apparently these people never ship your orders), I guess it'll be a pleasant surprise if what I ordered turns up in 6 months. I guess it's kinda sad in a way, that though I am Chinese myself, I inherently distrust Chinese sites. In my defense, China is notorious for its fraudulent poor quality products, as well as scams in general.
Which is kind of ironic, since I swear most of what I use is made in China.
Why don't I contact costumer service and ask for a refund? Well, because I only ordered today, and funny as it sounds, I still want what I ordered. I know there are a million bad reviews on the internet, but I still feel as if I have no right to complain about them if I have never experienced it myself. So I'm resigned to waiting patiently. Hopefully it'll get here before Christmas.
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