Whistle with me!

I like my comfort sounds:

1. The little tune they play right at the beginning of a disney movie as tinkerbell encircles the castle with fairy dust!

2. Sound of sizzling bacon and eggs for a big Saturday breakfast =p

3. At the random-est moment, the chuckle of someone you love.

4. Sister's "I've got another favorite song to show you laaaa", that you gonna hate at first then love later.

5. The sound of paper ripping as you savagely attack a surprise envelope with your name written on it. (Angie! I dont know if you still read this but I got your bday card I loOOooOOoooooove it! Every year without fail you add a little splash of random color into my life!)

All telling you that life goes on everything is gonna be A-ok! *whistles* *Woooots!*

Trainee Wheels

So many things seem uncertain when you are a student tip toeing to peek into the working world. At times you want to leap forward and get to the task at hand. Other times you prefer to draw the curtains shut and enjoy a few more moments in your toasty comfort zone where friends are friendly, lunch time mean lunch time, weekends mean rest, worries end at 5pm, self declared celebrations happen every 4 weeks and you have excuse to watch animated movies with a student's discount card.

But that is how it has always been: from the potty to toilet bowl, trainee wheels to 2 wheeled bikes, primary school to secondary school, flats to heels, you always feel the cookie in your hand is the best until you finish it and discover your next favorite cookie.

Cheesy as it may sound, I have been so blessed in ways i can never deserve.

Final (hopefully) year as a medical student: I want to look back in less than a year from now and know i finished it well.

Final (hopefully) year as parent dependent parasite: I want to look forward to less than a year from now and know I will be able to take care of us.

** Oh where oh where are my nerd pants, i need them so right now...Not feeling the heat from EOS yet ler...bad bad bad...**

Sisters

Sometimes they seem to strive to ruin whatever is left from your almost non existent social life

=p

But most times they just remind you to exist in your own life

=)

"Just because everything's changing

Doesn't mean its never been this way before...

All you can do is know who your friends are

And head of into the war...

Pick a star on the dark horizon

And follow the light...

You'll come back when it's over

No need to say goodbye..."

Aiyak be warned..some 18SX pics in this video but it was the best i could find, Rachel Tan close your eyes just listen enough dy!

2nd looks

You never knew you cared, till you lost
You never knew you loved, till you hated
You never knew what you needed, till you were given what you wanted.

You never knew what a Future was, till you stared Past in the face.

I can't concentrate either.

Haha the days find me blogging only when I'm confused.
Thus giving the impression that im a sad, grumpy, sour old girl...
Sheeesh but I'm not =p

On a brighter less solemn note:
The hols begin in approximately 5 days!
Have decided to do something useful with myself this time around =)

Who will protect you?

One of the more moving sights:
To see a mother; crying as she punishes her child.

What whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, hopes and fears brews in furrows of a mother when she realises she cant change the way the world spins; not even for her baby.

That maniac behind the wheel

To me the best way to enjoy music is still in a car.

Listen to it on your computer: you are busy chatting to appretiate any auditory input
Listen to it on your bed: you fall asleep
Listen to it while studying: what da heck (?!?) tengah stress la ni!
Listen to it while mopping the floor: Hmmm i actually like doing that..

Alone cruising or parked next to a serene lake.
Your heart soars and dives with the rippling melody, you nibble chew and savour chunks of succulent lyrics. And when you feel like it, just because you feel like it, you sing a song for yourself; for the people you've met; for the people you have yet to meet. Sometimes the song has words, sometimes a tune, sometimes just a deep breath and a smile.

Oh wells too bad my car radio always goes fuzzy...

"It is easier to please the world, than it is to please myself"

Yeap yeap.

Ikea lamps

The Ikea lamp isn't working. The one that gives my tiny room a warm yellowy orangey glow. The one that welcomes me home after a long day. The one that calms me before exams. The one that reads Neil Gaiman with me. The one that i leave on at nights to see the time in the mornings. The one that was my favourite-est.

Some things break your heart like that. Give you a glowing glimpse of what things could be, then fizzle out on you with a lil *pop* as easy as it would be to snap a wound up filament.

This nauseating familiarity. Oh wells drama keeps us going.

ps: I'm loving semester 8! Took me awhile to realise this but I'm finally loving clinical school! I suspect it has allot to do with finishing most of the postings by now, and so things make more sense when you have that kind of perspective.

" Vision from afar has more perspective however, it sees less"
Who knew an opthalmo lecture on anatomy and physiology of the eye could be turn out philosophical!

One is considered wise when you have enough perspective on things to make well balanced decisions. These wise decisions, time tested, save you from 'uneccesary heartache'. The person giving the wise advise probably learned their precious lesson through experience. They fell, they scraped, they got up to tell the tale. Then the stage is set for us younglings, the choices are laid out. If we heed the wise promtings we skip steps 1, and 2 and live to tell the tale of the wise decision we made........is that enough?

Is it enough to have perspective, but not see the details? Is it enough to give a running commentary on a football game while sitting on your overstuffed sofa criticizing each miss, when you have never run the field nor experienced the dizzy feeling of not being able to find an open team member? It would not be 'your' game if you came out of it unscratched, you would not feel that smug satisfaction in your belly until you've got a scrape of two, battle wounds so to say from the game. Put that in life, would relying on the lessons learned by someone else run the risk of me playing a modified version of their life instead of my own? What if i want to see the details; ugly as they may be?

This post has no real flow....

And i thought identity crisis resolves by adulthood.