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A Singaporean girl who graduated from a Medical College in the UK and currently working as a doctor, spending most of my years abroad burying myself amongst medical books, speaking Queen's English and trying to adapt to life in Britain. But I still remain a true blue Singaporean who loves my plate of char kway teow and enjoys the sense of closeness when speaking "Singlish" to my fellow countrymen. Why "The Chinese Doctor"? Because that's what my patients call me since they don't know my name!

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Frustrations

I must taken the piss out of Darren when he chatted with me. I wasn't myself today..or should I say..I couldn't express myself at all. My mind was confused, I was lost, I don't know what I should do next and how to find my own happiness. As a result, I got frustrated. I said things which were heartless, cruel and mean. I wasn't being rational too. I was too busy trying to purge everything out at one go that I couldn't think.

I'm sure I sounded really bad that Darren has to tell me he's reassessing me as a person. And I do agree that my frustrated and angered feelings within, deserved me being called spoilt and childish by him.

I have completely lost myself and I can't find it back no matter how I have tried. Medicine aside, I have no idea what else I'm aiming for. I don't know what else makes me happy & keeps me interested.

Mum blurted out very very recently that I have lost my fighting spirit, my undaunted nature & my self-confidence. I argued with her about it. I acted like I didn't give shit abt what she said, but the truth was I was feeling really down. I knew she was right. But apart from telling her that she's right, what else can I say? I couldn't tell her I'm depressed over not being to get back old me. I couldn't tell her I'm lost and exhausted with failing countless times at finding it back, and how much I could turn heck care enuff, live a slp-wake up-eat kinda "life" & be a social pain, yet no matter how much trouble I bring to anyone, it doesn't concern me. I know that sounds very childish, rebellious and immature if I ever say that, but sometimes things just go the stage whereby u just don't wanna care anymore.

And with constant reminders of what happened last yr, I don't feel the support or encouragement to overcome and move a step forward, resulting in ppl who are supposed to help me becoming more pissed (I'm sure Prof Kua gave up on me ages ago). I cannot blame my parents for reminding me of the incident because they won't know how I felt at that point of time. They probably think I wouldn't feel hurt & might have a "provoking" effect on me, but they are SO WRONG. It just backfires everything instead. At times when I feel more demoralised, bitter and discouraged than ever, I wonder if calling home during then was the right move made. I mean..I didn't call home just to be constantly reminded of something I wanna forget. If I had made the irresponsible alternate move, would things be different?

To sum up my feelings, I can just say I'm sick of everything..family, relatives, friends, relationships, having emotions, my struggles, myself.

I wanna find my definition of happiness, but I dunno how abt to do it, and where to head.

I need to explode, but there's no opening.

I'm really very tired with my life...

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