waiting....

I can't sleep, i can't eat, i can't think. Oh my god. Theres nothing more i can do but to wait. Wait like a pathetic, helpless little boy, waiting for the big people to tell you whether or not you are good enough. Waiting for some imposing, faceless, giant of a man, who may ask you to leave the foyer and never come back. or open the gates to an existence beyond anything i could possibly imagine.
The wait is more excruciating than i had previously anticipated. The absolute worst thing about the wait, is you never know when it going to be over until it actually is over. pretty classic.

The good news is the plot is coming back to me and i'm projecting something substantial by tomorrow, right now, i am too drunk to think clearly, so yes...tomorrow then.....

onceamonth

This month a post thing has to stop. An update on my life, would include me getting shortlisted for NUS medical school, and me attending the essay test and and me being interviewed by a bunch of scary ass doctors. I've had absolutely had no time to write my book, and i guess i kinda lost the plot as well, but fear not, things will change. While preparing for my admissions tests, i inadvertently reacquired my lost vocab, and also in the due process, got my a brain a kick start. So right now its is working, and in a stable condition, its IDpS is still not optimal, but reports say, it will return to normal, as soon as i enter med school and start some intellectual enrichment. But seriously, i doubt i can't afford to take that chance, i really need to get my mind working, because, today, when confronted by a simple coordinate geometry qn, i got stumped. And that would definitely give me nightmares, even more terrifying than the akmed the dead terrorist.

i shall hopefully back with a better more meaningful post tml...