Longing for Something

How I miss thee, Melbourne!

Haven't you ever felt that something was missing when you were away from this beautiful city?

Perhaps I had too many idle days in Kg Taginambur that I actually thought studying was fun. Think about that. It actually can happen. You know, when you have absolutely nothing else to do, you'd rather be studying.

I miss the productive moments. Even in a rather mundane day, as routine and uneventful as it may seem, the productivity level looks very high compared to my developing hometown. Five hours in a lab could mean 1 research question being explored and solved - e.g. by doing some Western blotting experiments - while the same number of hours back home might never yield the same amount of new knowledge gained here.

Maybe that's the difference between a first-world, developed country and a third-world, developing one.

But my emphasis is not judgement ("Melbourne is better than KK").

KK means a lot to me, and I might end up living and settling down there one day. It's just that, at present, I can't contain this strange combined feeling of excitement and gratefulness for me to be where I am.

Hey Melbourne, I'm so happy to be here. And you know what, even during the days when I don't emotively feel excited, I'll at least have an attitude of excitement (don't think that's impossible).

I'm here to learn as much as I can before I enter the medical field. Gosh, I'm actually already in. It's just that I'm not a paid worker yet, so I'm not yet tied to the occupational obligations that doctors are.

Back when I was 9 or 10, I wrote down "Scientist" as one of my ambitions.

A scientist discovers new stuff. Discovery's coming. Oh yeah.

Come on, Melbourne, show me the substance of those prestige and university rankings!

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