Another brand new year
A much belated birthday entry, not released until now. Might as well. Let it be yet another lame new year reflection entry then.
A quarter of a century's existence. Where am I? What have I achieved in the past year?
2007 is the year. My year of transition. From a student to "working adult". These all seem a tad freaky, yet there is this adrenaline rush of excitement and amusement. Studying was all I thought I knew how to do, albeit not very good I must admit. If Emile Durkheim was any right, I figured I did what I should, to my best measure.
That being said, I am so glad tertiary education is over. At the end of it all, I wonder if I had chosen the correct discipline. I suffered under the system, and the thought of studying overnight at YIH reading room and my hall room still gives the chills as of this point of writing.
The experience of writing a thesis is still vivid in my mind. That is possibly the most adventurous (read: torturous) piece of writing that I will ever have to do. I remembered staying till the wee hours of the morning, working ridiculous hours in the lab (in the midst of ongoing classes) to plate hundreds and hundreds of sample well cell culture for drug testing. Even so, I could not expedite the process because I was at the mercy of the arrival of overseas procured drugs, which only came two weeks before my thesis submission deadline. I almost reached a point of breakdown. Everything was in shambles. When the experiment was finally completed, I was left with barely 1 week to complete almost 10 000 words in writing. It was amazing I even pulled through.
Workwise, I know I have to move on to something else. I have immense respect for the passion and dedication of my seniors and some of my peers in research. These are the ones who push the frontier of science. Alas, I cannot garner enough within me to do that.
I think I have made a good decision to transit, and I reckon I can live with my decision for the time being. To me, this is a blessing. The interview process, as I recalled, was scary, and I couldn't be more thankful that out of the 10 candidates that were in my interview group (one of them an old friend), I was the only one who got through. Finally, I am happy where I am.
In the aspect of love, it is still a bit confusing. I searched my heart and cannot quite seem to figure what I want. Awesome people came into my life, wanting to spend theirs with me. I think until I can offer a single promise to the other, I should not start a relationship.
Am I becoming more of the person I always wanted to be? I think so. I definitely hope so. I owe it to myself.
25 years. So young. Yes we are. So young indeed.
A quarter of a century's existence. Where am I? What have I achieved in the past year?
2007 is the year. My year of transition. From a student to "working adult". These all seem a tad freaky, yet there is this adrenaline rush of excitement and amusement. Studying was all I thought I knew how to do, albeit not very good I must admit. If Emile Durkheim was any right, I figured I did what I should, to my best measure.
That being said, I am so glad tertiary education is over. At the end of it all, I wonder if I had chosen the correct discipline. I suffered under the system, and the thought of studying overnight at YIH reading room and my hall room still gives the chills as of this point of writing.
The experience of writing a thesis is still vivid in my mind. That is possibly the most adventurous (read: torturous) piece of writing that I will ever have to do. I remembered staying till the wee hours of the morning, working ridiculous hours in the lab (in the midst of ongoing classes) to plate hundreds and hundreds of sample well cell culture for drug testing. Even so, I could not expedite the process because I was at the mercy of the arrival of overseas procured drugs, which only came two weeks before my thesis submission deadline. I almost reached a point of breakdown. Everything was in shambles. When the experiment was finally completed, I was left with barely 1 week to complete almost 10 000 words in writing. It was amazing I even pulled through.
Workwise, I know I have to move on to something else. I have immense respect for the passion and dedication of my seniors and some of my peers in research. These are the ones who push the frontier of science. Alas, I cannot garner enough within me to do that.
I think I have made a good decision to transit, and I reckon I can live with my decision for the time being. To me, this is a blessing. The interview process, as I recalled, was scary, and I couldn't be more thankful that out of the 10 candidates that were in my interview group (one of them an old friend), I was the only one who got through. Finally, I am happy where I am.
In the aspect of love, it is still a bit confusing. I searched my heart and cannot quite seem to figure what I want. Awesome people came into my life, wanting to spend theirs with me. I think until I can offer a single promise to the other, I should not start a relationship.
Am I becoming more of the person I always wanted to be? I think so. I definitely hope so. I owe it to myself.
25 years. So young. Yes we are. So young indeed.