The comedian

A year has gone and pass and its time once again to attempt for a place in the medicine faculty.
Why can't they just use some goblet of fire or something. Something that'll not say something as sarcastic as 'congratulations in getting into a course you do not want'.

The pain still remains and i have to say i'm not as confident this year round as last year. when the euphoria of 4As is still fresh. Now have to find some other reason to convince myself i belong inside.

And somehow my whole mind nowadays is thinking of rebellion and freedom even though there's still quite a way to go. 9 months, around there. Hard i try to control such thoughts and just tell my self to take each week by each week.. It just seems hard when your workspace is at a place where people have to pass through for their freedom. Its almost like i'm the gaoler but i myself am serving a sentence. Some sort of cruel joke that could and only would happen in the organisation. No wonder the comedian is uniformed.

And there we go about our process of resocialization. Institutionalizing all of us, and you wonder, how many of us actually really get institutionalised, and how are they ever going to survive out there? (esp ppl who spent around 3 times the time a normal person does in the organisation)

And in case you haven't notice, I've taken to great length to censor out a particular word. And since I'm at this, let me issue a disclaimer again, stating that all these that i typed are purely fictional, and any coincidences are purely, well, coincidental*.

Bloody Organisation. They are now even clamping down on facebook.

till next time.

And i really need to think twice before i speak. sorry.