It's been an odd first day for the non-lecture part of the posting. Not much of a programme, and each of the 4 groups simply arrange their own tutorials. Somewhat reminds me of CSM, a few concurrent sessions going on and we're free to join in. It's kind of nice, actually - no more odd waiting times in-between, since we can always fill it up by going for other people's tutorials. Practically-speaking, however, it's awfully unstructured, the learning. I bet I'll have to sit through 3-4 mental state exam tutorials before we actually get to do any clinical stuff. And it doesn't help at all that KSG is still lurking around.

Too much to say that cannot be put down in words. How are we to heal when we are not whole ourselves? The frosty twilight, the utter limbo in the chiasm dividing the intricate web of relationships. The gift to influence, to inspire, and to lead. Spreading butter too thinly, or was there too much bread to begin with? The Confessor's Face, the blank mask desperately concealing emotions. Just because it is a job, a profession - not an experience. Change, in all its forms. Pulling back, yet lunging forward. And it's done.

One good thing - starting to wean off the performance group. There's going to be a performance at The Pines club in December, and I won't be helping out. =D Yeah .. sick of the stage.

OK, put something really sentimental here, but deleted it, haha ... OH YES. I just discovered that I have a schizoid personality. Not quite surprising, but still alarming. Indulging in my quiet little hobbies, hah.