what’s playing::Sagittarius – Suemitsu & The Suemith::
moodflash:: 
lazy
Haven’t been working and the built up of not working has resulted in a deadened desire to work at all for the rest of the holidays. I just, don’t feel like working. I would like some extra cash, but I simply have no desire to work at all. Instead, all I want to do is to do a lot of reading and more reading. I would like a job in a museum or something related to books but none seem to be available. So I don’t feel like working. But how is that a justification when the smount in my bank account is both sad and dwindling?
Will be popping down to the hospital later on. It struck me that hospitals are by and large, extremely depressing places. The only bright spark in the life of a hospital is probably the area where babies are born. When you walk into an ICU, the place smells sterile, smells plastic, smells strangely forbidding. People bustle around and there is always a bubbling of noise in the background. Noise from beeping equipments hooked up to patients’ bodies. Noise from nurses laughing as if in a bid to liven the dead environment. Noise from patients groaning in pain when painkillers fail or are simply not enough to numb the pain of the flesh. Noise from doctors deciding on a patient’s condition as the patient looks on, barely conscious. And noise from families weeping over their loved one’s condition. Like I said, noise. And beneath the noise, there is pain – in all forms.
Oh, grades have finally been released. I can only conclude that while I’m not in the wrong course, I am not in the ideal course. I have to say that because it would break my parents’ heart if I said that I am in the wrong course, after two years.
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[I'll be here]
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