Part I---The decision

This is probably one of the biggest decisions I’ve made in my life. It involves my future, at least the next 10 years. I hope that I won’t ever have to regret this. It had been a roller-coaster ride for me. I was mentally prepared to farm locally and I thought I should stick to it. I reminded mydelf not to get distracted by any tempting offers that may come along the way, but who knows ...

Let’s be honest, I must say OT wasn’t one of the first things that came to my mind when I was selecting courses, because going to poly just didn’t seem like the route that majority would choose. I like to follow the ~~flow~~flow~~flow. I always liked science. Therefore, farming seemed more like the “natural choice”. I’m still puzzled why I had put OT down as one of my choices. I guess I didn’t put much thought into it, but it’s time to do so:

Farm
Pros:
-Loads of Chem and Bio
-Nice air-con environment
-Stable job with a good pay

Cons:
-Too much chem.= rocket science
-Can be boring/dry---zap my brain power
-Need to stand for long hours (how nice if they can provide high chairs that make me look as if I’m standing behind the counter, with wheels so that I can roll around. Preferably not those that can whirl around in case patients get dizzy)
-Erratic schedule
-Limited placing if I want to venture into research?

OT
Pros:
-Dynamic environment
-More flexibility: Able to exercise creativity to suit different needs of patients (super plus point!)
-Regular working hours (They don’t offer night therapy just yet.)
-Has quite a bit of Bio
-Greater job satisfaction (Able to witness the progress made, I seriously think patients look cute when they smile!)

Cons:
-Needs a truck full of patience (I think I only have a car full, may I have an upsize?)
-Can be tiring moving around, doing all the actions so that patients can imitate me
-Lots of psychology (it’s interesting but it’s not the typical sciency science subject,arhh!!i don’t know if I can cope with that, but I guess it should be better than econs?)

Generally, there were more insecurities for OT. It made me doubt my ability to even do it overseas, but ultimately, if I were able to overcome all that, I would consider myself a big winner.


Part II: The Minor Hiccup

When I was busy making copies of my acceptance letter and other forms, 2 blobs of brown juice splattered on one of the forms (thankfully, that was for personal reference).Desperately locating its source, I blamed my sister for eating messily and letting mushroom sauce spurt all over the place to soil my forms. Almost immediately, I regretted yelling at her.

I realized that the 2 drops of brown juice was just the prelude to a more fantastic display.1 blob of moist, dense chocolaty mousse, encased in droplets of clear, sparkling yellow juice fell from above as if it was a gift from the sky. Sounds delicious? Want more? It’s twin replica was the next to arrive. Coming in more generous helpings, it couldn’t find a better place to land on than my original acceptance letter.

The finale came when I quickly swiped it off with my bare hands (eww eww) and I looked up. It started raining lizard poo. Still recovering from the shock, I hopped up in anger and shoo-ed it away. I’ve always thought that lizards were cute creatures, but for that moment they were certainly NOT. It actually found pleasure spiting me by staring at me with its beady eyes, watching how mad I am and refusing to leave after it had conveniently emptied its bowels.

Obviously, other paper forms weren’t spared. Some were covered with mysterious brown blotches that seemed like oxidized black tea. I hope the lady at the receiving end won’t be curious enough to touch those spots, otherwise it’s always good to fall back onto the good old, handy advice by moh: “Have you washed your hands today?”.