Screwed.

Do me the honours, will you?

The interview results are in today. I'm declined. Need I bold that? Sure, here: DECLINED.

Dr. Brunton wrote us a letter of decline. Read mine. Clearly he wrote these letters of decline personally for each of us. He touched upon my essays again. In the end, that's all I'm good for. Writing frickin' essays. Jeez.

At any rate, it is expected.

What now? :D I don't know.

Not that I don't have an inkling. It's something along the lines of changing to Pharmacy and still go to NZ, or stick with dentistry which lands me with either India or if I'm lucky, there's a possibility of UM. Then...there's always UiTM I suppose.

All these assumptions are based on some seniors' experience. I'll just have to wait for JPA to reply my e-mail to get a clearer picture.

In essence, I've successfully screwed myself over, completely so. I'm not sore, or even sad for the matter. I just hate myself hah. Given the opportunity, I'd like to crawl into a hole and die.

Nah, I'm fine. If you know what F.I.N.E really stands for that is.

Shackles

Accumulated from my past,

Forming upon my wrists and ankles,

Clanking with every tremor,

They chain me to my corner.

Cold, heavy and eternal,

They serve as a remembrance,

Reflected on their surfaces,

My life, fallen to ashes.

My eyes drew over them a veil,

As I ponder my next step,

But the sensation always prevail,

Of burning, metallic shame.

Lest I slip and fall yet again,

They cry to me in vain,

Clattering ever so louder,

My shackles of failure.

P.S: Dear friend, hang in there. I still believe you can make it. Circumstances can still change for pharmacy students!