tu-linh

um, ok. recently withdrew from medical school (my 3rd year, mind you) to become an unemployed writer. i also like to paint. and drink. not necessarily simultaneously, though it's been known to happen. hence the paint on my floor. i like steak, a lot. and bacon. all-dressed ruffles while reading a book. necessarily simultaneously. breakfast is my favourite meal, to the point where sometimes, i eat it more than once a day. i like being submerged in water, say like in a pool. but i'll settle with my bathtub. not because it'd be a neat eccentricity, but because things are quiet and i genuinely like the feeling. i think it may be residual escapist behaviour carrying over from my adolescence. no metaphors about being in utero, please. i can hold my breath under water for over 2 minutes. i live at pistol, the bar. i am there so much that it becomes embarrassing. otherwise, i hide in my apartment and engage in such activities as...frying up bacon while re-watching the same movies over and over and over and...even if i own movies i haven't seen. or. knitting. writing 100 words a day. for now. hey, you gotta start somewhere. but i'm mostly concerned with finishing somewhere. preoccupations of success seem daunting these days, now that it is no longer automatically assumed by a medical career. i keep having to re-define it. success, that is. like a tug-of-war between practicality and extreme idealism. wherever they meet and agree and share a drink, i'll go and be happy...