In short

KL was hot and humid, food was a bit pricey. Shopping wasn't fun with my dad but I don't blame him, the main shopper in our family was always mom and my brother, we were content following them anywhere they pleased. Well, not entire true, dad would follow them willingly while I harbored a deep intense hatred for boutiques that my mom frequented.

Interview was okay. I think one of the interviewer disliked me because it seemed to me like my answers didn't satisfied her questions but I'm okay. Well as okay as a person can be in my situation. The same interviewer asked me how my parents dealt with me leaving my veterinary studies and obviously dumping out so much money just so I can flush it down the toilet. I didn't think about it that time because I was high in adrenalin but I really wanted to shout out 'What about me?' Yeah, what about me? Do you think I have all of this crap figured out right now? How would you feel if I told you are now no longer who you are and have to reevaluate your life to search the new you. Would you be able to convince someone that you should be a doctor when you yourself are not 100% sure. I want this but I haven't always wanted this. It's a hard transition not only for my parents but for me as well.

Everyone seems to be occupied about how I would affect others around but I would sure as heck appreciate someone asking me how I feel in this situation. I think people seem to assume that me making up this decision pretty much means that I have this all figured out but I don't. I'm still confused and scared. It's like walking in a dark tunnel and having a flashlight with limited battery. With every ticking time, the battery is being used up, I only have a limited amount of time finding a way out.

I'm back home but a part of me feel like I don't belong here which I guess is normal because I'm suppose to be in Perth now, fretting about the assignment due or procrastinating like a pro.

Watching some programs on national geographic and animal planet stings a bit because it reminded me of what I threw away. Like a part of me was missing. My identity was taken away and now I'm raw and vulnerable, trying to find out who I am all over again.

In short, I'm not fine. Not at all...