touche

sometimes i wonder why in the world is someone like me being condemned to a life of banality in med school for the next 10 years.

isn't a young adult like me supposed to have moved out of my parents' house and live independently in a one-room apartment with bad plumbing and runaway cockroaches?

begin an exciting new life in some funky college, actively participating in all sorts of extracurricular activities and become Miss Over-achiever?

study terribly interesting subjects like theatre, philosophy, arts and archaeology? and hook up with the cute professor at that?

drive my own car to the macdonalds drive-in all by myself?

sport a tongue stud, purple hair, and garishly outlandish clothes without a heck to the prim and proper folks?

engage in adventurous extreme sports like skydiving, paragliding, and downing 10 flaming lamborghinis in one shot?

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as u can see, i haven't done quite many things as yet.

so how can i possibly resign to my fate of slogging my prime years away amidst the piles of medical notes, endless hours of hospital shifts, and the sealed destiny of marrying an equally no-life hermit like me and raise 3 noisy kids at that. complete with an east coast penthouse, a husky, 2 maids, a heated swimming pool and regular Botox injections.

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sigh. looks like it's tough times ahead mate.