I'm a winner, and I'm not taking shit from anybody. ANYBODY.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
A beautiful change?
I'm totally sore from basketball two days in a row, both days running on 3 hours of sleep. And I let out all the potential energy I had stored over the past few weeks.
And, I'm beginning to enjoy this pain.
Start of good things to come?
Friday, December 18, 2009
What is hypochondriasis?
I think I would've been a pretty good doctor. Yes, I really think I would've.
Considering how ailing medical conditions always fascinate me, I find it hard to swallow that I didn't think about working hard to become one. Or perhaps it's just the six years of biology study that brainwashed me into thinking I am fascinated by stuff like that.
Either way, it's too late now. There is no effin' way I can slog myself into med school. Even if I could, I'd be a doctor by 40. And then I'll spend the next good 20 years treating my own health problems instead of others.
"So what's next for Sean?"
We'll see.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
A written documentary
This is a written documentary of my pain.
My pain stands around 5 feet 11 inches, and is an Asian male, in his early twenties.
He lies on my bed, lucid and vigilant.
When he is awake, I cannot sleep.
When he doesn't sleep, I am afraid.
When he finally sleeps, He gets woken up the next day.
The only thing separating me and my pain right now is a tiny sliver of youthful hope, my sanity and a pack of cigarettes.
My pain torments me, not only churning my heart, but also clogging my brain.
He doesn't seem to go away.
Why am I always tuned in to hurtful messages? It's almost as if I have an ability to attract abuse.
Please, make my pain go away.