from PCEM to SN

• Me: haha.
• so
• the demure thing
• maybe i should let guys know that i'm actually a girl
• O_O
• Best friend: like what
• flash them
• send them used tampons
• wear your bra on the outside

It is funny how life turns out.

I found my mom’s note folded neatly within the pages of my Freakonomics book while doing some light reading prior to (or more like, in place of) revision for Microeconomics finals. I must have placed it there years ago but the ink is still vivid and blue, impressively.

Dad was cute today, eagerly asking about admissions and deadlines for sponsorship applications et cetera. Then, again this evening, he came to my room to impress upon me how they, my parents are both supportive of whatever choice I make.

It must be painful and heartbreaking for them. It was an uphill task trying to justify my departure from medical school and now, entrance into nursing (or radio, can’t rule that out entirely just yet!). I can’t help feeling like a total loser sometimes, disappointing my parents time and time again. Right now, I’m really scared of making promises I can’t keep.

Things may change, again. Who knows? But whatever it is, I am incredibly blessed to have these two weirdos as parents.

hadtobeyou:

Let’s do this.

milesian:

A healthy human brain (left) compared to the brain of a 90 year old (right) which is only two thirds the size of the young brain. Over time, white matter decreases and the brain shrinks. This gradual shrinkage is most extreme between age 70 and 80. 

BRAAAAAAAAIIIIINS.

(via fuckyeahneuroscience)

Received at 6.52am:

MOE: XXX, you are posted to NANYANG POLY, NURSING (C97) under 2012 JAE

Little surprise, considering how it was my first choice and pretty much everyone who meets the (rather lenient) cut-off points will gain admission. But, hooray anyway!

Such a strange feeling though, it’s a little surreal. Reminds me of that very moment when I received my letter of admission from Université de Pierre et Marie Curie for le premier cycle d’études médicales. I remember getting a really small and flat envelope with the university’s postmark and feeling disappointed before even tearing it apart. I thought I knew what was to be expected - such a tiny envelope would probably just hold a cursory standard rejection letter. Who would have known how the French admissions system worked and that they do not mail out your admissions package together with your acceptance letter?! Oh well, I was very surprised and jubilant to be deceived. Hahaha.

Having an intense throbbing headache right now and the amount of paperwork at this other graduate school I’m working at now has not ceased since this morning. I’ll deal with the tiny sense of anxiety that has been tingling at the back of my mind later. Petty (and all too common and familiar) insecurities along the lines of “what if I realise much later on that I don’t love medicine afterall?” can be ignored for another day.