I think I've gone to crazyville and mingled with the crazy people.

This was the last week of my supposed second year. It was spent shuttling to Wack Wack for the research paper contest, then to Blue Wave for the Dermatology Department's Alumni Homecoming (which was spent viewing old pics of alumni in standard 80's wear) then finally the PDS Convention.

From medical school, you're kind of taught what to expect should you choose your training specialty. Like if you're a girl and you're semi kind of hot and got into surgery, you're bound to get in the sack with another resident (girl or guy), commitment free. Which is sort of a good thing, for some people. In Dermatology, you need to be in peace with all your imperfections because if not, the insecurity is bound to drive you to crazyville or a ten foot cliff. In the PDS (Philippine Dermatologic Society) Convention, everyone is pretty and sparkling or had traces of prettiness and sparkliness in them. You just have no idea how. It's my second year coming to these events and really feels like I haven't learned any, feeling like a sore thumb sticking out.

So yeah, with people as beautiful as these, who needs the perfect liver? Or the smartest brain? Right?

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I've been regressing the past months. And I think I've regressed as far as seven years back when I have not met all the monsters of recent years past. So all is in bright neon pinks and SD, bug-eyed forms from my point of view from hereon.

Cheers.