Kyaaa I originally had a lot of stuff to blog about last night, but I forgot most of it already.
Anyway, yesterday was MM’s BIRTHDAY!! :D
Happy Birthday Mummy! I love you! Love you forever and ever ^_^ *MUACKS*
And happy birthday to Tess and Cheryl- or was it Joy as well.. I still remember you guys clearly, as if the times we spent together were just yesterday, and I wonder if you guys still remember me..
The past is really not too good for me though, when memories can only remain as memories. The word “friends” becomes useless and ain’t mean anything when they can only remain as a figment of the past. But I’m learning to let go now, because dwelling too much on the past is unhealthy. Yup so we should always look forward in life instead! Gogogoooo!!
Currently, all the university admissions interviews/tests are over already so all that’s left is to wait for a reply- hopefully good news! Meanwhile, I still have 2 scholarships activity/interview coming up but I am gunning for the BCA one because it has always been something I wanted regardless of the university course concerned. So I really do hope I get the BCA scholarship offer! :D
Moving on, wait, before I start on the oh-so-accurate love horoscope I saw on yahoo yesterday[, let me provide some advice regarding the interviews I have went for so far. I did benefit quite a bit (in terms of mental preparation) from existing sites (thank you guys so muchie), so to all the aspiring graduates out there who are unsure of what to expect at interviews , let me enlighten you a bit.
University Admissions
Medicine course:
Interview comprises of 2 components- a formal interview with (probably high-ranking) staff at MOH/NUH/NUS followed by a semi-formal (meaning it’s alright to smile more and speak more casually) interview with medical professionals, eg. nurses, doctors etc.
Formal interview: 3:1 ratio
It went pretty badly for me because firstly, I got a shock when I learnt that there were actually 2 interviews on the same day; somehow I got the impression that the 2nd interview would only be carried out if one got shortlisted. Secondly, I didn’t have time to “cool down” after I reached the place and seriously, a giddy, light-headed me doesn’t go well with a formal interview. Much less with interviewers who look so stern and grouchy that if they had a choice, they would probably roll me under the rug and leave me there -.- And did I mention, I absolutely hate their raised eyebrows and questioning eyes- mind if I shaved those brows off? ^^ if you wanna doubt me, then don’t ask me in the first place right?
Also, I think the fact that I was the last candidate on that day made things worse. The interviewers were most likely tired and their minds deadened after listening to 30 immature(?), or super gei si 19 year olds proclaiming their desire to be the next Mother Teresa. Frankly, it’s all over the net (even endorsed by some med students!) that the success of medical interviews depends on (99%) how good a scammer you are and (1%) of true dreams and passion.
If you can’t convince, confuse. :P
Questions asked: SURPRISESURPRISE here!
I was expecting the usual “Why do you want to be a doctor? What do you think doctors do? What kind of doctor are you interested in becoming?” kind of questions but alas! Nobody asked me that. Instead, they grilled me a lot on my subject combination in school, as well as my CCAs. (I doubt they even read my moving personal statement *sniffs*) According to them, if you’re an arts/ humanities student, it doesn’t make sense to aspire to be a doctor which is pure crap to me. So if you really are one, prepare a cool answer to throw back at them!
I’m not even an arts student in the first place, just that I like to read, write and play the guitar, but they needlessly attacked me on that. I have to admit that threw me off a little- point to note, stay CALM always! Just because I like to do artsy stuff doesn’t mean that I HAVE to be an artist, writer or fashion designer. Just because you’re a doctor doesn’t mean you can’t be involved in the arts. WHAT KINDA LOGIC IS THIS?! *continues yelling*
Next, if you haven’t been taking part in sciencey stuff and medicine-related internships, be prepared to answer WHY. And if you have taken part in non-medicine-related internships, be prepared to answer WHY NOT THOSE. ZZzZz, of course if the motivation is money, don’t say that. :D
Oh and unless you are super sure of the field you want to specialize in= well-informed enough, don’t gei kiang XD
That’s all the hints I can provide!
Semi-formal interview: 3:1 ratio
This is difficult to prepare for because the conversation usually takes shape based on the individual; meaning your hobbies, life, principles are the ones guiding the interview. Just make sure you know (clearly) why you want to be a doctor, some ethics a doctor should have and be informed on news in the medical sphere. Be natural and who knows, your sincerity might get through to them! (basically what I did hahahahaha)
Okie Dokie. Enough scoops on interviews for the day :D
Seeya back here another time!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2010
I decided that I had to create a blog post, fu or no fu.
I’m not exactly sure what I want to blog about though, so let’s just start with my latest fb update-“won’t hurt no more”. I posted that last night after I finally came to the painful conclusion that enough was enough- friends are supposed to care for and love each other, friends are supposed to make one feel all warm and fuzzy inside and more than anything else, friends are supposed to bring out the best in each other! People who do not care about making you feel upset.. are not true friends after all.. In the past, I used to believe that I was the one at fault for imposing my own definition and expectations of friendship on him, and that perhaps, it really did cause unnecessary pressure for him, leading to his withdrawal from the relationship. But I did change after that! I worked hard to create the most comfortable environment for this precious friendship, but it seems that my effort and hard work are worthless in his eyes.. because he doesn’t seem to care at all.. He doesn’t give a damn about cutting me off from his life anytime he feels like it, he doesn’t give a damn about losing me as a friend, and neither does he give a damn about how I feel. I really thought that he would understand after telling him so many times that I see him as a very good friend and that he was an important one to me.. and yet, very apparently, he doesn’t understand. At all. It hurts even more because he’s such an important friend to me. And frankly, the feeling when you finally acknowledge the fact that maybe you don’t matter to him at all is horrible. I refused to believe it last year because that would only mean that all my efforts went to naught but now, I’m left with no choice eh?
But that’s life, isn’t it?
Harsh and cruel.
And yet, despite going through the same thing over and over again, it still never fails to amaze me as to how people can hurt others so easily just to protect themselves, with not the least regard about the pain others are suffering as a result of their actions. Well, I’m going to stop being silly. I don’t deserve being treated this way, so regardless of how much I cherish it; I’m taking a step back. I’m not giving up, but I think it should be time someone else tried.
我不需要你的好。我只是不要你对我不好。
也别和我搞什么复杂，本小姐不屑了。
Alright, enough of the whole emo friendship-is-fragile thing. I’ve got- or rather, I’m supposed to have more serious things on my mind, like the 4 interviews next week. I’m like, “this is totally crazy!” because 4 is seriously a lot D: and I’m just not good in interviews luh.. (psst the worst part is that I start laughing when I get overly-nervous -.- just imagine an extremely giggly girl facing 2 stoned-faced interviewers..) Also, the whole preparation for interviews is getting slightly on my nerves; I understand why I have to prepare- to impress the socks off the interviewers, but I’m not used to “selling” myself in say 15-20 minutes. I mean, people don’t usually spend their lives thinking about what sets them apart from the possible boring-and-average-looking-and-unexceptional-human-being next to them.. or if they do even think about it, they might come to the scary conclusion that they are that very boring-and-average-looking-and-unexceptional-human-being.
The world is a meritocratic one, and that sucks when you’re stuck right in the middle- which is the sticky situation I am in now. I’m neither the best, nor I am very lousy- instead, I’m just, so-disturbing–that-it-warrants-an-ohmygawd-average. And the problem is that when you’re average, you are supposed to make up for that by being an uber persuasive speaker, which I don’t think I am- at least not in front of interviewers. I’m quite a good speaker around my family and friends, but somehow, in an interview setting, my brain and mind just sloooowsss dooownnn and my 反应慢半拍 one. I only come up with the fantastic and pretty-sounding answers after the interviews end ._.
Okay, I think it’s time I go think of some fancy and impressive answers now! I know the interviewers will be very critical and try to throw me off balance with their questions, so I gotta be strong! Oh lastly, just let me lament the fact that not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to grow up with a life-long ambition and dream (they love to ask this question but they seldom realize that perhaps, when they were our age, they did not have any answers too). Hence, don’t be hasty in calling the rest of us dreamless pokes, or laugh at us for being lost in life without any goals- because..
A dream does not come easy.
When people have to balance their dreams and practicality, their ambitions and society, dreams cease to be dreams.
I’m not exactly sure what I want to blog about though, so let’s just start with my latest fb update-“won’t hurt no more”. I posted that last night after I finally came to the painful conclusion that enough was enough- friends are supposed to care for and love each other, friends are supposed to make one feel all warm and fuzzy inside and more than anything else, friends are supposed to bring out the best in each other! People who do not care about making you feel upset.. are not true friends after all.. In the past, I used to believe that I was the one at fault for imposing my own definition and expectations of friendship on him, and that perhaps, it really did cause unnecessary pressure for him, leading to his withdrawal from the relationship. But I did change after that! I worked hard to create the most comfortable environment for this precious friendship, but it seems that my effort and hard work are worthless in his eyes.. because he doesn’t seem to care at all.. He doesn’t give a damn about cutting me off from his life anytime he feels like it, he doesn’t give a damn about losing me as a friend, and neither does he give a damn about how I feel. I really thought that he would understand after telling him so many times that I see him as a very good friend and that he was an important one to me.. and yet, very apparently, he doesn’t understand. At all. It hurts even more because he’s such an important friend to me. And frankly, the feeling when you finally acknowledge the fact that maybe you don’t matter to him at all is horrible. I refused to believe it last year because that would only mean that all my efforts went to naught but now, I’m left with no choice eh?
But that’s life, isn’t it?
Harsh and cruel.
And yet, despite going through the same thing over and over again, it still never fails to amaze me as to how people can hurt others so easily just to protect themselves, with not the least regard about the pain others are suffering as a result of their actions. Well, I’m going to stop being silly. I don’t deserve being treated this way, so regardless of how much I cherish it; I’m taking a step back. I’m not giving up, but I think it should be time someone else tried.
我不需要你的好。我只是不要你对我不好。
也别和我搞什么复杂，本小姐不屑了。
Alright, enough of the whole emo friendship-is-fragile thing. I’ve got- or rather, I’m supposed to have more serious things on my mind, like the 4 interviews next week. I’m like, “this is totally crazy!” because 4 is seriously a lot D: and I’m just not good in interviews luh.. (psst the worst part is that I start laughing when I get overly-nervous -.- just imagine an extremely giggly girl facing 2 stoned-faced interviewers..) Also, the whole preparation for interviews is getting slightly on my nerves; I understand why I have to prepare- to impress the socks off the interviewers, but I’m not used to “selling” myself in say 15-20 minutes. I mean, people don’t usually spend their lives thinking about what sets them apart from the possible boring-and-average-looking-and-unexceptional-human-being next to them.. or if they do even think about it, they might come to the scary conclusion that they are that very boring-and-average-looking-and-unexceptional-human-being.
The world is a meritocratic one, and that sucks when you’re stuck right in the middle- which is the sticky situation I am in now. I’m neither the best, nor I am very lousy- instead, I’m just, so-disturbing–that-it-warrants-an-ohmygawd-average. And the problem is that when you’re average, you are supposed to make up for that by being an uber persuasive speaker, which I don’t think I am- at least not in front of interviewers. I’m quite a good speaker around my family and friends, but somehow, in an interview setting, my brain and mind just sloooowsss dooownnn and my 反应慢半拍 one. I only come up with the fantastic and pretty-sounding answers after the interviews end ._.
Okay, I think it’s time I go think of some fancy and impressive answers now! I know the interviewers will be very critical and try to throw me off balance with their questions, so I gotta be strong! Oh lastly, just let me lament the fact that not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to grow up with a life-long ambition and dream (they love to ask this question but they seldom realize that perhaps, when they were our age, they did not have any answers too). Hence, don’t be hasty in calling the rest of us dreamless pokes, or laugh at us for being lost in life without any goals- because..
A dream does not come easy.
When people have to balance their dreams and practicality, their ambitions and society, dreams cease to be dreams.
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