I wonder why were like this..
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Its been a long time since i last recorded my thoughts on things that have happened to me in the big story of my life..and i guess it was because i just didnt feel the need to do it anymore, please dont ask me why. But for the sake of being able to drown my future self in nostalgia, i've decided that i should continue to blog..even if it means losing a few extra hours of sleep. So here goes lol.
First of all..the med interview. I found that the MedEntry classes i went to reinforced many things that i already knew about how to handle an interview, and it also had a list of questions that have been asked in the past which helped me when thinking about answers that i could give on the day. The guide (and friends and family) suggested that I cut my hair short and wear formal clothing with a tie on the day. Well..i did cut my hair short (i thought it was short)..but i still had sides and a side fringe, and my interview suit included a plain white long sleeve shirt (no collar, no buttons), a black pair of jeans and my old converse chucks (black..nd brown from dirt)..and my hoop earring. I found that this gave me a lot of confidence on the day, seeing everybody else in passport cuts, dress pants, dress shirts, ties and leather shoes. As for the actual interview..i guess it just felt like a conversation with two people who wanted to know about my life, how i've been brought up and the reasons for wanting to do medicine. From what i remember..the woman was very nice and smiley, and did most of the talking..and the man looked down most of the time, and didnt do as much talking. I found that despite all the preparation for the questions i thought i'd be asked, it was just not possible to completely match what you imagine beforehand.. coming out of the interview, i just felt realli relieved and calm..though i still had no idea whether i did well or not.
The next thing i guess..would be bike riding with Alice, Wong, Bevis, Ron and Lawrence. It was..different..but it was fun even though it was realli tiring (more tiring for some than others haha)..we rode all the way past brighton le sands then back (so around 12 km). But if you asked me what the better part of the day was..it'd probabli be chillin in alice's air con afterwards..waitin for mi mum to pick me up.
Fish Markets was a day to remember..taking a lightrail tram (ding ding) from central to the fish market to have lunch with Darren, Alice, Hannah, Carol and Lily. It was one of the few non-caringbah things i've ever been to.
The day we went to the MCA was a special day to me..something i will keep in my diary..
Ivan's birthday was an interesting day..playing with flour balls at the park next to the aquatic centre. Its been a long time since i've been to a birthday party where everybody jst ate bbq food and ran around in a park.
Today, Alice, Wong and Bevis came over, and we made dumplings and a chocolate cake. Well..Alice nd I made dumplings when bevis and wong went out for a drive, but they came back to make the cake. SOMEONES dumplings were full of holes *shakes head*.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Waking.
Went to sleep at 1:30 nd everything was upside down, nd turned around..then woke again at 4, nd couldnt fall back asleep.. In times like these, you just need msn..nd crazy friends who stay up late playin games that you can talk to about nothing at all..=).
Shall buy a diary in the morning..nd take the wall down. figuratively.
Shall buy a diary in the morning..nd take the wall down. figuratively.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Looking back on good times..and looking forward to more
2009 has definitely been one of the more special years of my life, leaving me with memories that i won't forget for many more years to come..
To me, 2009 was..
- Dr Du Coaching, the place that taught me more than my school teachers could, the place which became so familiar to me i could fall asleep in the classrooms, the place where i met some of the most interesting [nd tarded =)] people that i know, some of whom also made it a place that i enjoyed going each week..nd before going to dr du for english, i'd never have thought that an english lesson could be so much fun, nor that an english teacher could enjoy paying people out so much =p. nd it was also where we met BEVIS.
- Harry's Education, where tuesday evenings were spent with Ron and Rebecca, nd friday evenings were spent with Gina, Fionna (with the double n), Wong nd Ron along with the sydney boys group nd some girls who were always on a sugar high. It was the place that allowed us moonlit strolls through hurstville to buy icecream during break time, nd the place where we met a very..unique math teacher. Though we spent more time mucking around in class than actualli listening, Harry still managed to teach us a lot. =p.
- Hurstville Library, where i used to go to study alone because i couldnt concentrate at home..but it soon turned out to be the place where i got to know people whom i wouldnt have got to otherwise, nd a place where we could relax, hang out nd study with friends at the same time. And I'll always remember the library as the place that made studyin for the HSC a lot more bearable, nd as a place where everybody helped each other through the biggest thing in our lives so far..nd a place where we had so much fun. =p.
- Class of '09, the time that our whole year felt closest to each other.
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And to me, 2009 was falling for a short, tarded monkey who has a song for every moment, a payout for every situation, a whole world hidden from me, a crazy imagination and a way of making simple things so much more special and meaningful that makes 2009 even more unfrogettable. Who knew there could be someone who was opposite to me in so many ways?
To me, 2009 was..
- Dr Du Coaching, the place that taught me more than my school teachers could, the place which became so familiar to me i could fall asleep in the classrooms, the place where i met some of the most interesting [nd tarded =)] people that i know, some of whom also made it a place that i enjoyed going each week..nd before going to dr du for english, i'd never have thought that an english lesson could be so much fun, nor that an english teacher could enjoy paying people out so much =p. nd it was also where we met BEVIS.
- Harry's Education, where tuesday evenings were spent with Ron and Rebecca, nd friday evenings were spent with Gina, Fionna (with the double n), Wong nd Ron along with the sydney boys group nd some girls who were always on a sugar high. It was the place that allowed us moonlit strolls through hurstville to buy icecream during break time, nd the place where we met a very..unique math teacher. Though we spent more time mucking around in class than actualli listening, Harry still managed to teach us a lot. =p.
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And to me, 2009 was falling for a short, tarded monkey who has a song for every moment, a payout for every situation, a whole world hidden from me, a crazy imagination and a way of making simple things so much more special and meaningful that makes 2009 even more unfrogettable. Who knew there could be someone who was opposite to me in so many ways?
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