now i remember why...

got back from an out of town trip with the relatives. now i remember why i hated going to these trips.

the only fun parts were those parts where i talked with cousins while drinking, i swam and played ping pong and billiards with them, and talking to my little nephews. apart from that... never again.

just a reminder for myself in case i am asked to go to these trips again.

too many things

I told my friend, "i wanna be a chef. :|" in a joking-yet-not-joking way.

"FOLLOW YOUR HEART! Bwahaha! I just realized how medicine makes you realize how there's so much more you want to do. I mean, not necessarily in a bad way that makes you want to quit, but parang you want to have your cake and eat it too if you know what I mean. :p"

When my friend replied to me... I didn't know what to say. It has been bugging me since the end of first sem. It felt as if I really don't like what I'm doing right now. The passion isn't there.

I don't want to tell people about it because they'd just think it's one of those phases that every med student goes through. But I know it's not. It's hard to reconcile two things that are totally on different ends of the spectrum. I just need to find my passion for this.

This is the problem with wanting to achieve so many things... you become a jack of all trades and a master of nothing. But who cares... at least i'm multi-talented. beh!