120 comments on his post. He is going to Malta soon. He is in South Korea doing his placement in a prestigious university hospital. Congratulatory messages filled up the screen. People are happy for him. So happy. There is a saying that when people want you to succeed and succeed together with you, you are a successful person.
Here I am, laying on the couch in our student house with an impending 20-pages report to write but all I have done is watch variety shows this morning. It is 3pm now but I haven't eaten anything. I am not hungry, at least I don't feel it. I feel so tired but I can't sleep, guess lyrics are really from personal experiences sometimes.
Maybe he chose the right course to study. People love medics. Not only you have to be from a financially well-off family or you have to be brilliant enough for someone to fund your course which is double the length and annual fees compared to other courses, you need to have the brains and resilience to go through the gruelling medic school years. Well, or you don't. He does everything so well, he speaks Korean, plays the cello, runs etc. besides doing med school, it is almost as if he doesn't struggle at all. Stable job, good pay to come, what's to worry? If you think of life as an exam, he is a soaring unicorn oozing rainbow-colored poo.
So don't tell me it ain't true that whether I succeed or not matters to people. Because it doesn't. I could die right now and have a handful of people weeping, forgotten after a week or two. I see no hope in my country and no opportunity to stay. I thought companies here would appreciate me more but hey, no replies from BBC instinctively makes me withdraw my outstretched hand- perhaps I was wrong?
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