High School Musical

I must say. Disney has really outdone itself this time!

After the good ole years of Mary Poppins (seriously) and the like... I have really been unimpressed by the standard of musicals they have been churning out.

OK. So I the songs from Beauty and the Beast have stuck in our heads.... and Under the Sea can drive us mad. They are catchy, but they aren't what I would call brilliance. Plus they are animation.

FINALLY

They are bringing back good ole musicals. Well done Disney.

Go catch amazing young talents sing and dance brilliantly. Amazing vision, mindblowing talents and brlliant choreography. Its good solid family entertainment. Something that I'll make my kids watch when they are growing up.

Apologies for not writing for so long. I have found a new creative muse. So hopefully the thoughts will flow more.... at least a while more ;)

Doing a cell signalling essay is like...

Untangling a plate of spaghetti, and then separating the strands out into groups, according to shape, size and colour.

And then realising, that you are still in a mess.

=)

Run. Run. Runaway Run.

I've been feeling unusually and exceptionally tired these few days. Don't know why. Especially since I don't have anything in particular to do. Probably because I've been running. Running from responsibilities. Running to sort things out. Runing away from sorting things out. Running from people.

When the only place I should be running towards is into His presence.

I've finally cleared up my backlog of emails I've been running from. Apologies to all those who have suffered as a result of my tardiness. I also had to face up to my timetable, and to stare at what lies ahead of me for the next 3 years.

It is absolutely terrifying.

I hadn't realised it. I don't even feel ready. Mentally or emotionally. For what is to come.

And it seems like its going to be a nonstop barrage of information to take onboard for the next 3 years. And I will have to work hard. Very hard. [I really don't normally. I just do enough to get by.] But it seems like I have to buckle down to exceptionally hard work.

Sigh.

And I haven't even solved my immediate problem of accomodation.

Talk about times when I have to rely on God fully for strength. I have no other way.

Hangover

They say there's always a first for everything.

I have been truly humbled.
By the deceptive long island tea

Part of me always prided myself on the fact that I would NEVER puke. That I would know my limits.

That I had the power, mentally, to will away the effects of any drug. Alcohol included.

I know now that it isn't true. I'm not a superhuman. As much as I'd like to think I am in many ways. My fragile ego, and my body were hurt in last night's events. But for those precious few minutes before I knew I was gone, it was great. I had entered into that semi-hallucinatory state that people generally called "being high". But that didn't last too long last night, before I hit the pissed drunk "seh" stage. Trust me, the painful aftermath is too high a price to pay for such an intensity of high.

Part of me feels wracked with guilt. For having to let my friends see me that way. I think it was a sorry and rather comical sight for them to see me beating myself up.

But as always, it could have been worse without these same friends around to look out for me. Friends who endured the grotesque sight of me spilling my guts in more ways than one [now I know why they call it that!], who sat by me to hold my hair away when I puked, who held my hand when I couldn't walk, who tried to make silly conversation in an attempt to keep me sober and those who assured me that what was done in a club, stays in the club. It doesn't. I wonder if they were reminding me or just reassuring themselves when they said it ;)

Hey well, when people used to ask me the question, "Have you been drunk before?". I hesitate... and go... well... kinda, yes. But I didn't have a clue what I was on about. And I wished that it had stayed that way. But now I know how it feels like, I don't like it one bit.

I'll just never want to do this again.
I'll stick to single shots, and not be a superhero.

I'm sorry guys. I really am. I wish I could take it all back.

Wash Your Hands. PLEASE.

Good gracious. I'm not ready for parenting. But I know some parents who definitely aren't.

Overhead in the toilet.

Mother rebuking daughter washing her hands at the sink, after having come out from the toilet.

"Girl arh... don't need to use soap larh! See larh... use soap take so long. Just use water can already!"

$%$^$%$%$!!@@$@!$


If I were feeling more brash. I'd have said.


"Aunty arh... Don't use soap and wash hands, you might as well stick your hand down the toilet bowl before flushing it."


But I was just so shocked that my only response was shooting the dirtiest look I possibly could to the ignorant nicompoop of a mother.

Seriously people.

I'm not being anal just because I'm a medical student.

But honestly, pleaaaase wash your hands WITH SOAP before coming out of the toilet. Don't just flick on a few sprays of water. It reaaaally is useless.

I don't understand why people don't wash with soap?

Is it...

a) the sheer inconvenience of pumping twice and then taking 20 extra seconds to make sure you're hands are not big bad bug traps? are you afraid your date might take off in that 20 extra seconds?

b) the psychological fear of people thinking you've just done a "big one" in a public place, and therefore not wanting to use soap?

c) the fact that people are so thick to believe in the antibacterial powers of tap water? There is fluoride, but no chlorine from our taps thankewverymuch.

I'm at a lost for words. Ugh.

Finally.

I'm tired.
Its been a roller-coaster of a summer. Emotionally and physically. But I guess its the emotions that have drained me more.

I'm finally done with my attachment at TTSH.
Its bittersweet almost. And I'm left with far too many thoughts. And as usual, I'm afraid that it'd conveniently leach away. But I'm gonna take a chance and think about it later. My middle name is Procrastination.

I've got 2 whole weeks to methodically think through my summer, my very packed summer, my entire 3rd year, and my coming BSc year.
Thats alot to think through.

I'm looking forward to it. A nice break.
Not gonna have very much of this in the future.

You Light My World

I love Oprah.
There I said it.

That admits to being both a closet daytime TV addict, and a fan of tear jerking, soppy, inspirational real-life stories. I wish we had Oprah in the UK. Don't know how the stiff upper lipped brits would take to her over the top antics. But I still like it. I don't think Trisha would even be able to give her a run for her money.

I remember watching Oprah since waaaaay back, and it scared me, when she did her 20th anniversary special, that I had actually been watching enough Oprah through the years to go... "Hey I remember that old episode!"

Doh.

But it is amazing how she is able to touch so many lives, encourage, heal and even address social issues through her show. Granted, sometimes in a very hollywood-ish way, and the cynic in me still wonders whether it is true, but it is all still very endearing. One of the shows that I remember from years ago, I think possibly when I was 13, was when she said this phrase...

"Do your eyes light up when your child walks into the room?"

Of course, it was a discussion on parenting. But as a kid then, it resonated so much within me, that hey, I even put it as a signature at the end of my emails for a period of time. And it does make me think, how many times do my parents' eyes light up when I walk in. Or how do my eyes light up? Who do they light up to?

Maybe its time we sat to re-examine ourselves. How often do our eyes light up? Who do they light up to? Do we make the effort to give that sparkle? Its a great feeling to receive the special glint, and maybe when we realise how dear and precious that feeling is, we'd make more of that effort to help others feel the same.