Debauch or stand-up?

Well, maybe medicine just ain't to be my tea. I've been WITHDRAWN again, this time by Glasgow. While amazed by the immaculate instinct which I have, I notice that the posts on this entire blog are mostly about the failure to get into the field of medicine in UK. I am mentioning UK, coz if it's other places which I applied, excluding those 'high-standards' unis such as NUS or bla bla, I'm pretty sure I'll definately get a seat. Ok, maybe I'm too confident bout myself getting into the field after receiving the ONLY 3 A's in A-level, assuming tht I'm GOOD ENOUGH at tht time, and this 'fiasco' may be a check into my cockiness.

Sound of the twentieth, a title tht would be decent enough to describe my straits at the moment. I'm already 20, two days ago, quoting from mum's saying, the 'UK' stars didn't scintilate above my 20th sky. However, thanks to her for delighting my mood. I asked her this morning if she thought I was destined to be a doctor, she responsed by saying tht if this doctor thing did not work, there will sure be a place for me in somewhere. Everyone is willed, I strongly bound on tht.

After the 'Cardiff' crisis, I felt numb by looking at the 'unsuccessful' wording, mostly coz I think I was immuned and I've learnt tht 'brick walls isn't there to stop us, but to show what we really wants'' by Randy Pausch. I'm thankful for having lovely person by my side like daddy(though I'm flabbergasted by him due to the b'day issue), whom is optimistic enough on the future of his lovely daughter. I'm enlightened of tht, and now are trying hard for my future endeavour. The recent goal: IELTS.=)