... seeing the photos of the young babies with eczema on their face, or the horrible rashes that some people have. I have skin problems, but nothing compared to that.
... hearing about the adolescent boy who was so depressed he took drastic steps of self-harm, wrapping his car around a pole, but he survived. I have been miserable before, and thought thoughts that scared me, but never yet have I harmed myself in that proportion.
... remembering my friend who committed suicide. The same age as me, sharing childhood memories and activities. When did we become so different? There, but for the grace of God, go I.
For all that I complain and wish to rise above, I remember that I am already immensely lucky, and well off considering other matters.
Why do I?
And still, that small voice at the back of my mind, whenever I see these things, or think of these things, that says "There, but for the Grace of God, go I"
dynast_harmonia , if you liked the Guang Liang songs, I think you're going to like this one, if you haven't heard it already.
柴米油盐酱醋茶 by 王力宏 Everyday Things (Lit. Firewood, Rice, Oil, Salt, Soy Sauce, Vinegar, Tea) by Wang Li Hom
Lyrics and translation contained in the video (ain't that grand?)
Enjoy, guys. If anyone wants an even more sappy version, which makes the romantic in me swoon, I have a radio-version, in which Li Hom talks as the song plays (but not when he's singing, of course). Includes phrases like "The best thing in life is to find that someone with whom you can share everyday things with", and "Happiness is never far away, if you look, it is always by your side" Any takes may have to wait till after my exams though...
Once again, I post about a life once known, and now gone.
It was a shock to learn about it on Facebook, and then to read the news in the papers online, about a freak accident claiming the life of an elderly man. He was my teacher. Perhaps lecturer would be the better word. He taught me physics, and I was not the most promising of students. He was kind and attentive during tutorials, always ready to explain a concept or correct a problem. Granted, he wasn't the most inspiring of lecturers, but he always gave his lectures with the authority of someone who knew that this was a dry subject that he would do his best to invigorate.
He was always there when I would return at the end of the year. Always there to say "hi" to, and have a wee chat with. Always with a quick smile and a kind word. He's not going to be there anymore when I go home at the end of the year. I remember introducing my brother to him, telling him that my brother had gotten the physics brains in the family, seeing as he was going into engineering. Needless to say, he at once began to ask my brother about his aspirations and his studies, saying "It's it fascinating?" so many times.
How do you thank a teacher who helped to bring you to your dreams? What do you say to someone who taught you a subject you were mostly disinterested in, and yet never said anything about that, just taught to the best of his ability and made sure you knew what you needed to to reach the heights you aimed for? How can you show appreciation for all that? In what way can you thank someone who has remained a friend, even after being a teacher to a less-than-enthusiastic student?
And above that, how do you mourn him? How do you mourn someone who has given so much, asked for so little, and who you've never really known as a whole, just as your teacher?
... another birthday. Not that it really matters, for all that it's just another day.
Somehow, this year is more.. solemn. It's not hard to think why. Last year, the day before my birthday, my mother called to tell me that one of my childhood friends had committed suicide.
It strikes closer to home, maybe, because it was the day before my birthday that I found out. It feels almost bad that I'm having a birthday and she isn't. She will be forever 21, but to me, she will always be the girl I knew in primary school. Impetuous, laughing, headstrong, just full of life. She loved music, and started highland dancing, when I knew her. She was proud of her Scots ancestry. I wonder what she would make of me now, in a pipe band, and me with no Scots blood at all.
We were never close as we grew up, she and I. We had very different aspirations and approaches to life. We used to write each other, and then when the internet came into vogue it grew to emails, first from our parents' email addresses, and then our own. I remember waiting for the clunky dial-up modem to do its magic, so I could read an email from her and then compose a reply. Then sometimes talking on msn messenger when that became popular. It was never intimate, our talking, but we knew by and large what was going on with us.
I hadn't seen her for a while on msn when I got the news. I had wondered why, but thought she must just be busy. Her mother had passed on the year before, it must have affected her greatly. I can't say that I should have been less effected by her passing than I am. After all, we were only friends in primary school, and not best friends forever at that. It's strange, maybe, that I mourn her more a year on compared to when I first heard the news. But there it is.
My sorrow is that I knew her, and now she is gone. We were of an age. We should have been able to compare life stories long after this.
This is for a friend, known too little and gone too soon.
Just heard this song on my playlist, and it brings back a fair few memories. Remember this song, dynast_harmonia ? It came out when we were about nine! ( Lyrics and suchCollapse ) Funny that they're playing rugby though....
Walking up to university early in the morning, in the chilly sunlight of autumn. It's a bit windy and the autumn leaves are blown down in their dozens, diagonally. It's almost like a romantic scene in a movie, walking down a lane with the leaves flying past.
Of course, not being a movie, a leaf is bound to hit one right in the middle of the forehead. One glaces of my glasses, and another grazes my hand.
Perhaps the best piece of relationship advice I've received to date is that only the two in the relationship know the truth of the matter, and how things stand. How other people perceive things is another matter. Ultimately, what happens is up to you and your partner,
Going on clinical placements at a General Practise was an eye-opener. I can't say I want to go into general practise (the vigilance needed is astounding), but it was good to get out there and have a look at what life will be like after university. Hands on experience was a nice change.
Of course, having had some hands on experience, university and lectures now seem.... tedious.
First post of 2010. I am slow. Anyways. Happy New Year, Happy Chinese New Year and all the requisite greetings and salutations. Have now started my third year of my medical degree. Time does fly. I'm an entire year away from clinical rotations! They promise to be fun, but first we have to fine places to go. I'm looking into places for a 2 month Health Equity placement at the end of the year. Having not really received many replies, suggestions are welcome. I have until June to finalise things, so I'm not all the edgy about it yet. Started playing Ultimate Frisbee, great fun and good exercise. Life is pretty good.