and it was May again.

The last day of May...

Hello, Houston, we have a continuity problem, but let me get back to you later. XD

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Last day of a summer that was, in accordance to predicted excessive global warming effects, not quite golden, but good enough, and I don't want to go back to Manila. It's not so much the cramped space and the absence of random monitor lizards sunning themselves by the pool. It's not even because I'd miss my summer diet of Discworld for breakfast, House for lunch, and Pokemon and fanfic for dinner. It's mostly that I have one problem with, to take advantage of an overused and not even remotely accurate cliche, the path I will take for the rest of my life, only one, and as things go that's a pretty reasonable number, but still.

It's just that medicine is uninteresting.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be a doctor. My only moderately educated guess is that all of us did, at some point in time, if only in connection with parents who wanted only the best or teachers who wouldn't take I don't know for an answer. If doctoring powers could be obtained with the snap of a finger, with no or even just one or two years' worth of effort, quite a lot of us would grab the opportunity, fast. Its just that. Being a doctor is interesting. Being a doctor can, with enough motivation and the right slant on things, be the most interesting thing in the world. Studying medicine, on the other hand- gathering all the knowledge and experience and common sense you need to actually be a doctor (or, to be more accurate, to be a doctor sans a hundred thousand medical malpractice suits)- is not. In addition to that, it also happens to be what I've consigned myself to for the next seven years. I'm beginning to get the feeling I'm not as sane as I thought I was, and believe me, I'm not optimistic in my estimates.

And then at some point in time you get around to remembering that you're in a world where if you go to a random cinema and look at the list of movies that have made their marks on movie history you will find that sixteen of them are based on books and three of them are from the Bible, where pathogens are shot inside the body to keep it healthy, where people resurrect and resurrections are attributed to the dead, and then you realise that it doesn't matter. It's a world where everything can happen, and nothing matters.

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The cinema was in the Greenhills Promenade. We counted.

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Mister Teatime is brilliant. So what if he's missing a few marbles. I wouldn't mind being mental if it meant being like him.

and it was May again.

The last day of May...

Hello, Houston, we have a continuity problem, but let me get back to you later. XD

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Last day of a summer that was, in accordance to predicted excessive global warming effects, not quite golden, but good enough, and I don't want to go back to Manila. It's not so much the cramped space and the absence of random monitor lizards sunning themselves by the pool. It's not even because I'd miss my summer diet of Discworld for breakfast, House for lunch, and Pokemon and fanfic for dinner. It's mostly that I have one problem with, to take advantage of an overused and not even remotely accurate cliche, the path I will take for the rest of my life, only one, and as things go that's a pretty reasonable number, but still.

It's just that medicine is uninteresting.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be a doctor. My only moderately educated guess is that all of us did, at some point in time, if only in connection with parents who wanted only the best or teachers who wouldn't take I don't know for an answer. If doctoring powers could be obtained with the snap of a finger, with no or even just one or two years' worth of effort, quite a lot of us would grab the opportunity, fast. Its just that. Being a doctor is interesting. Being a doctor can, with enough motivation and the right slant on things, be the most interesting thing in the world. Studying medicine, on the other hand- gathering all the knowledge and experience and common sense you need to actually be a doctor (or, to be more accurate, to be a doctor sans a hundred thousand medical malpractice suits)- is not. In addition to that, it also happens to be what I've consigned myself to for the next seven years. I'm beginning to get the feeling I'm not as sane as I thought I was, and believe me, I'm not optimistic in my estimates.

And then at some point in time you get around to remembering that you're in a world where if you go to a random cinema and look at the list of movies that have made their marks on movie history you will find that sixteen of them are based on books and three of them are from the Bible, where pathogens are shot inside the body to keep it healthy, where people resurrect and resurrections are attributed to the dead, and then you realise that it doesn't matter. It's a world where everything can happen, and nothing matters.

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The cinema was in the Greenhills Promenade. We counted.

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Mister Teatime is brilliant. So what if he's missing a few marbles. I wouldn't mind being mental if it meant being like him.