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It's rainy season.
I enjoy the refreshing breeze and the dampness in the wind that would slip through my every single piece of hair when I walk pass the corridor before reaching the doorstep of my unit.
It's Friday night.
I bet everyone loves Friday nights. But I do not exactly. Because it means the next days might be a boring weekend, with routine stuffs, especially when you have a mountainous pile of notes to catch up.
I have been sitting at the study table, almost the entire day. I would not want to go out because I have no groceries to get yet. And I have no meetings with any of my friends.
I enjoy the moments when I'm figuring out doubts on my studies. I actually do enjoy it. But when the same action has been repeating for hours and days, your feeling of existence and fades, at times to the extent that you doubt you've really survived through the past months. And then, uncontrollably and instinctively, you will get up from the chair and walk around in the unit for other things to do.
I went to play the piano for a couple of times, went to the fridge for several times, and then sit at the living room, staring at the non-functioning TV set. And then I went back to my room to continue with my work. It has become a routine eventually. And then the true feeling of boredom comes. It corrupts your soul and your intention of being a competent medical student, that you have to study hard and work smart.
Sometimes when you are so bored of the routines, you tend to imagine stories.
I enjoy doing that, although it might sound creepy. But it does sooth your mind.
I would imagine my home where my parents stay was just couple of minutes away from my unit. What would I be doing if I were at home now. Could I go to the kitchen and just look for some home-cooked food prepared by Mum, and then eat them with my bare hands -- and then pretend that I did nothing. I did that a lot when I was preparing for my high school exams last time. These little actions break the feeling of boredom and doing routine work. And I could move on after that.
Staying not with my dearest people is actually pretty suffering. Although I'd say I should have got used to it, at times, the terrible feeling of homesick would just intensify, and corrode me.
I have to stay strong. I am tired of saying that. Because I am not weak. I am just an ordinary well-being with ordinary emotions that have to be expressed.
I need some surprises in my life.
Life should be more colourful.
Hmm. I think I should spend more time on Mama Patho. Those figures are colourful indeed.
I enjoy the refreshing breeze and the dampness in the wind that would slip through my every single piece of hair when I walk pass the corridor before reaching the doorstep of my unit.
It's Friday night.
I bet everyone loves Friday nights. But I do not exactly. Because it means the next days might be a boring weekend, with routine stuffs, especially when you have a mountainous pile of notes to catch up.
I have been sitting at the study table, almost the entire day. I would not want to go out because I have no groceries to get yet. And I have no meetings with any of my friends.
I enjoy the moments when I'm figuring out doubts on my studies. I actually do enjoy it. But when the same action has been repeating for hours and days, your feeling of existence and fades, at times to the extent that you doubt you've really survived through the past months. And then, uncontrollably and instinctively, you will get up from the chair and walk around in the unit for other things to do.
I went to play the piano for a couple of times, went to the fridge for several times, and then sit at the living room, staring at the non-functioning TV set. And then I went back to my room to continue with my work. It has become a routine eventually. And then the true feeling of boredom comes. It corrupts your soul and your intention of being a competent medical student, that you have to study hard and work smart.
Sometimes when you are so bored of the routines, you tend to imagine stories.
I enjoy doing that, although it might sound creepy. But it does sooth your mind.
I would imagine my home where my parents stay was just couple of minutes away from my unit. What would I be doing if I were at home now. Could I go to the kitchen and just look for some home-cooked food prepared by Mum, and then eat them with my bare hands -- and then pretend that I did nothing. I did that a lot when I was preparing for my high school exams last time. These little actions break the feeling of boredom and doing routine work. And I could move on after that.
Staying not with my dearest people is actually pretty suffering. Although I'd say I should have got used to it, at times, the terrible feeling of homesick would just intensify, and corrode me.
I have to stay strong. I am tired of saying that. Because I am not weak. I am just an ordinary well-being with ordinary emotions that have to be expressed.
I need some surprises in my life.
Life should be more colourful.
Hmm. I think I should spend more time on Mama Patho. Those figures are colourful indeed.
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