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I am a twenty-something constipated medical student. That's about the only thing I want to share with you right now.


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You have a rather calm soul, but when tempted will get pissed off at those who bug you. You do whatever you can in your powers to help those of your allies and have an okay taste for human kind, but you find them rather annoying on occasions.

Gem Stone: Saphire
Eye Color: Ice Blue


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People who try desperately to win, particularly at all costs, end up losing everything.

-Conrado de Quiros, INQ 12-06-05


After the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest.

-Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past


I have to reckon with myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they are gone.

-Ellis Redding, Shawshank Redemption


Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes.(And he sets his mind to work upon unknown arts.)

OVID, Metamorphoses, VIII., 18


And as for knowledge of the facts of nature, I want you to devote yourself with curiosity: let there be no sea, river nor fountain of which you do not know its fish; all the birds in the air, all the trees, all the shrubs and fruits of the forests... By frequent dissections, acquire perfect knowledge... I feel a well of science... But science without conscience is nothing but ruin of the soul.

- Francois Rabelais, 1554


.::How Am I?::.


February 5, 2006

~Love month. So what?

~I have more important things to worry about. Like the anatomical and physiological proceedings of excreta production. Coz not only is it the love month, it's also gastrointestinal month for us poor unfortunate medical students. How lovely. And appropriate.

December 1, 2005

~CHRISTMAS Season! love it! most absolutely!

November 28, 2005

~It's Janis' fault. Now this song is really stuck in my head.

~Softly, gently, I will let you go lay you down. Coz I don't love you in the same way now. I can hold you, but not with lover's arms. Coz you are more of a brother to me now... Lalala...

November 25, 2005

~Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. And remember that you're doing okay, whatever happens.

November 21, 2005

~Ah yes, to walk in the rain. What therapy. Pity it hasn't rained for days.

~Yey, I'm having dinner with friends!

November 18, 2005

~Of eyeglasses, big toothy grins, and silent intelligence.

~My nerdic ways are starting to resurface.

November 17, 2005

~I'm on rebound mode. Err. I hope. And the cranial nerves make me go mad. Horn mad. Dead mad. Malfunctioning brain cells have no place in the medical field. What in the world am I doing here, anyway??

~Sanity. What's this word again?

November 15, 2005

~Pffft! Too much sleep. Hence, I will cram (again).






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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
.::thoracic projections::.

i get it. you're addicted to chess.

which means, nothing makes me happier than to see you lose a game when i'm hovering and you can't concentrate.

ha!


Posted at 11/1/2006 9:07:16 pm by the "little-teapot" northern lights

  

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