Senti
It's been an odd week, with a fair amount of thinking-about-life going on.
Was talking to Alvin a while back, and he said that a blog's a really good way to not forget things. True that.
Don't you get all senti sometimes, reminiscing about the past? Of the many things happening that are truly worth remembering, it's odd how few of them are actually retained in our memories. At least I think so. And of those we actually remember, how accurate are they, really? That's where pictures come in, I suppose.
We should all take more pictures. And we should all blog and post those pictures.
My first year in Dublin is something I really don't want to forget.
I was apprehensive in coming here. I was to be stuck with a bunch of medical students, far away from home, far away from anything and everything I knew. There was to be no refuge, nowhere I could escape to temporarily blank out what was happening should I wish to do so. I had no idea how I'd fit into this soon-to-be life of mine. I was guessing terribly.
But of course, I had no choice.
I've always imagined med students to be real uptight, boring people. You know what I mean.. Like.. sipek nerdy, freaky people. I'm not saying I'm above certain people or that I'm in any way better. I'm definitely fucked up in more ways than average. I was just worried that the people that were to be here would be a different crowd than what I was used to.
Luckily, I was only partially correct.
If it weren't for you guys, my life here would've been hell. So, here it is, 5000 words worth of a 9 month long journey that I'd gladly take again.
Ron's 21st was accompanied by cartons of eggs, flour, ketchup, shaving foam, toothpaste and whatever else we could find.
Ditto. Krish turning 20.
Celebs after finals, days before flying home for summer. Was a night of tequila & flaming sambucas. From left : Han, Me, Sim, Darren, Manny.
Weekly session with Nick over in Belgrove. They had a tv. It was a very old set, with no remote, and it had only 4 channels (one was in Gaelic), but damn.. I miss that tv.
The infamous castle of Apartment 3, Merville. My first true home away from home.
We lived on campus last year, in the student flats. There was no in-house internet, cable, nothing. The only entertainment that could be found was in each other and down the mouth of a bottle. I miss those days. Birthdays were real events. Insane eggings. Getting plastered. Waking up not knowing how you got there.
This year, we've all moved into the city. Mostly everybody has cable tv, broadband.. We don't do much chilling out anymore. Maybe that's the reason this year feels so much shorter.
Giving this post a once-over, I realise how gay it is. Don't give me a hard time.
Damn I need a girlfriend for days like this.
Was talking to Alvin a while back, and he said that a blog's a really good way to not forget things. True that.
Don't you get all senti sometimes, reminiscing about the past? Of the many things happening that are truly worth remembering, it's odd how few of them are actually retained in our memories. At least I think so. And of those we actually remember, how accurate are they, really? That's where pictures come in, I suppose.
We should all take more pictures. And we should all blog and post those pictures.
My first year in Dublin is something I really don't want to forget.
I was apprehensive in coming here. I was to be stuck with a bunch of medical students, far away from home, far away from anything and everything I knew. There was to be no refuge, nowhere I could escape to temporarily blank out what was happening should I wish to do so. I had no idea how I'd fit into this soon-to-be life of mine. I was guessing terribly.
But of course, I had no choice.
I've always imagined med students to be real uptight, boring people. You know what I mean.. Like.. sipek nerdy, freaky people. I'm not saying I'm above certain people or that I'm in any way better. I'm definitely fucked up in more ways than average. I was just worried that the people that were to be here would be a different crowd than what I was used to.
Luckily, I was only partially correct.
If it weren't for you guys, my life here would've been hell. So, here it is, 5000 words worth of a 9 month long journey that I'd gladly take again.
Ron's 21st was accompanied by cartons of eggs, flour, ketchup, shaving foam, toothpaste and whatever else we could find.
Ditto. Krish turning 20.
Celebs after finals, days before flying home for summer. Was a night of tequila & flaming sambucas. From left : Han, Me, Sim, Darren, Manny.
Weekly session with Nick over in Belgrove. They had a tv. It was a very old set, with no remote, and it had only 4 channels (one was in Gaelic), but damn.. I miss that tv.
The infamous castle of Apartment 3, Merville. My first true home away from home.
We lived on campus last year, in the student flats. There was no in-house internet, cable, nothing. The only entertainment that could be found was in each other and down the mouth of a bottle. I miss those days. Birthdays were real events. Insane eggings. Getting plastered. Waking up not knowing how you got there.
This year, we've all moved into the city. Mostly everybody has cable tv, broadband.. We don't do much chilling out anymore. Maybe that's the reason this year feels so much shorter.
Giving this post a once-over, I realise how gay it is. Don't give me a hard time.
Damn I need a girlfriend for days like this.
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Monday, April 18, 2005.
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