It seems to me that my friends who used to be passionate bloggers have also not been updating their blogs as often anymore. No idea why. Probably the blogging trend has ended. I thought Twitter has taken over, but a friend told me that Twitter trend might also be dying off now. Instagram is the new Twitter. Yeah? But my Instagram is still private, and I have no plans of publicising it yet. :p
Well anyway, I'm here today at 12:36AM when I'm supposed to be asleep(or reading up on tomorrow's lectures if not sleeping) and I just needed to say something.
Not post-related, photo credit as watermarked. Bao Chunlai as a commentator for the World Champs at Guangzhou. Oh so cool. |
Since the first semester itself I've been constantly saying - to myself and to my closer course mates - that I don't belong here(in a psychology undergrad program), I've also been 'whining' every now and then that I'm going to quit, and I've been asking myself many times, 'what am I doing here'.
I know psychology is not where my passion lies (at least not in completing a psych degree), I know despite all the whining I'm still going to complete the program and get my degree, I know why I'm here doing what I probably shouldn't be doing. But despite that, I still can't help regressing. [Is that even the right word? Anyway, Personality Psychology note: Regression is a form of defence mechanism(says Sigmund Freud) where individuals fall into childlike behaviour when faced with stressful situations.]
My course mates(and a lecturer), they call me... the Legendary Procrastinator. |
So every now and then, while going through regression, I keep reminding myself that there's a reason why I'm here doing what I didn't really intend to do. It's probably yet another high-school-like phase which I'm going through because it's compulsory (like how we needed SPM to carry on, I now need a degree to go further).
I've actually been thinking that I might go back to university after graduation, to do an undergrad in language studies. Yes, undergrad; because I learnt that you probably won't learn as much as you do in postgrad. But who knows - I might do postgrad instead, or I might just do neither.
My Sherlock Holmes merchandises. Cool or not? The story(by an American author as attribute to Sir Conan Doyle) wasn't very satisfying though. |
I was just amazed and envious at the fact that the creator is so passionate about learning and teaching languages that he came up with a formal website for that. I mean, many people do that, but he made me think of myself - am I actually doing my best besides constantly stating/showing my passion for language? Should being busy with my life as a psychology student actually get in the way of me learning a language as diligently as he did? I'm probably not doing enough.
Anyway, that's my late night reflection. Nothing much.
Stay well, as always.
P.S.: My motivation for early morning classes on Wednesdays this semester: an Italian Behavioural Neuroscience PhD as my lecturer for Brain and Behaviour. Not to mention, who has a cute Japanese wife, as I heard. Yays for having an eye candy during lectures. :p
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