[eternal]

can't wait to someday start life as a doctor, a time when i'm good enough to deserve the Dr. that will precede my name, and yet hopefully, keep the simple humility that threatens to leave so many times during our work each day.

let me be all i can be, for now, let me be the best student one can imagine. and yet not neglect my loved ones (i'm really sorry for neglecting so many friends, i've become so caught up in my own things... i apologise to the so many people i've carelessly rushed by, for whom i decided that spending my time was not worth it. sorry. but let me chase my own dreams as i guess u too have been doing, its finally my turn)

[total health]

family medicine rocks. the whole-ness of it all.

test tml.

today's main events, me playing GP for the day, and all the other things we learnt from our doctor =)

[harder,better,faster,stronger]

this post is dedicated to the car. my family car that serves me in all my adventures.

so reliable. that feeling when u go up the multistorey carpark to see him waiting patiently for you. indescribable.

we may not own a porsche. but my toyota sure kicks ass.

somehow its an interesting thing, like how u see the porsche up there as the picture for my blog. in a way, that represents my dreams, like how each day we wake up in the morning feeling like we can take the world if we wanted, and how we go to bed wishing that next day will be better. how the cycle repeats.

like how i know how not-practical it is to spend so much money on a car like the 911 when u can get the same thing from something from costs a fraction, drinks less fuel. sure it doesn't turn heads, cause a churning feeling in men's hearts, or rumble like a lion does in the zoo.

in some way this applies to my changing opinions on women, and people in general. sure you may be hot, but i wonder how wonderful you are on the inside, whether u can give all your best despite having so little to spare.

true beauty lies within and to all the wonderful people in my life, and our car, i think you're beautiful.

[Death Be Not Proud]
by John Donne(1572-1631)

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

(palliative care posting)