Perfectly alone

A colleague asked the other day, " So you were feeling lonely on christmas weekend?". And without batting an eyelid I responded, " Lonely? , gosh I don't ever feel lonely anymore."

I am aware of being alone; say once a month. But I do feel dejected? I would have to say no. 'Lonely' and 'bored' are two words I haven't used in a long time. Thankfully to the internet, friends-only-a-phone-call-away and books. And then there's always the writing, DVD's and the contents of a fridge to keep one occupied.

And if all else fails, one can never have too much sleep!

Just had to write this down..

Scenario 1 : OSCE practice

Me: so yeah, I had a one night stand the other day.
E : oh. What kind of sex do you practise?
Me : You mean like a religion?
E : Erm.. *baffled*

A minute later, once the laughter had been quelled by E

E : I need to ask a few more details. Was it a vaginal sex?

Uproar again.

Nice to see that some people have
a. managed to maintain their innocence through the 5 yrs of uni
b. never taken a sexual history before

xx

Edge of desire

White supremacist dick that he may be , I just can NOT get him out of my head ..



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dc4vcEoWBFw&playnext_from=TL&videos=hKUjs2fxYDs&feature=grec

"Steady my breathing, silently screaming I have to have you now"

xx

Faffing

I have an elective report to write, an asthma OSCE mark sheet to conjure and year book photographs to choose. But I continue to do what I do best. Procrastinate. And thus I have turned to blogging!

Every time I have to do something important, I choose to postpone it. And I am yet to understand the inner workings of my mind 23 years down the line.

On the bright side, this will be the last elective report I write. The last year book. Not the last OSCE but hopefully the last exam of med school!

I have to pass. I have a lot of books, waiting to be read.

What you do with what you got

"'Cause it's not just what you're born with
It's what you choose to bear
It's not how much your share is
But it's how much you can share
And it's not the fights you've dreamed of
But those you really fought
It's not just what you're given
It's what you do with what you've got "

-Si Khan ( as far as my internet search goes)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLhgb2ZntDw&feature=related

Rant begins

I take that back! If was the swearing kind I'd say ****ety-****!!
This weather is outrageous!
I know I am starting to sound English,complaining about the weather but how can one not?

Grey skies heavy clouds. Weighted down. Seeming ever ready to fall on one's head. But instead it decides to piss occasionally. With winds that turn umbrella's against their owners (namely me!)

GRRRR! I WANT SUNSHINE! AND WARM WEATHER AND I WANT IT NOW!!!

Rant over

What I'd give for a day like :


Or


Or


Sigh..

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
-- Virginia Satir