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I'm at my wits end trying to fit in where I don't belong.  For years I've struggled with finding the right friends, with finding the kind of people who think like me and like the things I like and enjoy the things I enjoy. But I can't do it anymore. I just can't do it anymore. I had the same problem in primary school. In lower secondary when I switched schools I had to adapt and it worked for a while and then again in upper secondary when I went back to my previous school, despite the temporary culture shock, I found friends who shared similar interests. Friends whom I could connect with on every level.  It continued as I went on to do my A Levels. And then it came to a screeching halt when I came down south. I am Indian. I understand Tamil. If absolutely necessary, I will speak said language. But I come from an English-speaking background. I always have come from an English speaking background and nobody can say or do anything to change t

We went to the Regency Specialist Hospital today. Had a tour around the place. Have been there so many times within the last 3 years.  They've done it up and it looks really good. We were divided into 2 groups but lucky for us, the group I was in was taken into the operation theatre for a proper look around. We had to change into scrubs (never have I been so mortified at having to take my clothes off in front of other girls x_x) and had to wear anti-static shoes. And then we took pictures :P And I Whatsapp-ed a few to dad. That feeling you get when you know how proud your parents are of you is simply priceless. *coughcoughCode Blue/Grey's Anatomycough*

We visited a home care center last Friday. Left in the morning. We were all divided into groups and were told to go around and talk to the occupants and to have a look at their medical case files.  There was this one occupant (or patient. I don't really know how to classify) who has been in a semi-vegetative state for nearly 20 years due to a severe motorbike accident. His left occipital region had to be removed and he went through a tracheotomy. He's currently deaf, mute and is totally dependent for care. He couldn't talk. He couldn't do anything.  It made me realize that even as doctors there are and will always be limitations as to what we can do to help. We can help save lives but we can't always bring them back to how they used to be. It was so, so very sad to see that man in such a condition. Sensing our presence, he was responding in his own way by moving his head and making noises. Said a silent prayer before leaving his bed side and moved on to meet

It's been nearly a month since my last post. Simply haven't had anything to blog about. Was home for a little while last month. Mid semester exams going on at the moment. Everything's pretty much the same. Cut my hair about two weeks ago when I was in KL. Made an appointment at A Cut Above in Pavilion and one of the senior stylists gave me a long bob which I absolutely adore coz it's so much easier to maintain.  So many changes on the way. Mixed feelings about it.  But change is good, no? Current song obsession: A Great Big World's Already Home. Replaying and replaying it until it's etched to my brain so I change the key and try recording it. John Legend's All of Me was great. It really was. The richness of his voice. And to be able to sing it with almost the same depth of feeling was incredible. Hoping this new one works out just as nicely. Fingers crossed!