caring is creepy

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when we know we should fold

nostalgia

I have a love-hate relationship with nostalgia.

Love

I'm definitely thankful for experiencing all that I have, and the fact that my memories are exclusive to me and only me makes them even more special. After all, what is life but a collection of memories?

I wouldn't give them up for anything.

Hate

But memories are but only memories. You don't ever get to re-experience them, and on days when I drown myself in full-fledged nostalgia, I'm left with a nothing but emptiness, because I know no matter how hard I try, I will never get to go back in time.

I'm going to end off by quoting Andy Bernard:

"I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you actually left them."

i wanted you to feel the same

I haven't blogged in awhile, primarily because I haven't had the inspiration to and also because I actually don't really like writing. 

First year of medical school was certainly an eye-opener and I've seen/learnt things I never would have dreamt of seeing/learning. Also, despite my initial distaste for the city, I've actually grown to love Manchester. There's just something about living life in a foreign land that's special - surreal, even. 

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Recently whilst on Spotify I stumbled onto The Radio Dept., whose music is best described as 'dream-pop.'

I haven't listened to anything/anyone else since.

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I guess what I really wanted to say was

I wanted you to feel the same.

pillow talk

I'm in love with the idea that there is someone out there for me but also afraid that our lives will never cross

the choice

So yesterday I had the privilege of attending a talk by Ramesh Muthusamy, an NLP expert from the Adam Khoo group. While the main focus of the talk was on creativity (yes, one can actually follow steps to become creative! yay me!) Ramesh also talked about how stifling the Singapore education system is and how it nurtures us to be nothing more than just clones of each other. It simply teaches you how to show that you have substance without actually inculcating that very substance in you. Besides that, he also talked about having the courage to pursue your dreams - no matter how big or small, because then, and only then, can you say that you have led a meaningful and worthwhile life.

And so it got me thinking: have I really explored other options besides medicine? 

Well the answer is a loud resounding NO. I haven't. All my life I've been told over and over and over again that I 'want' to be a doctor because (insert all the benefits of being one), and although I do know for a fact now that I want to pursue a medical career, the fact of the matter is that I haven't properly weighed medicine against anything else. 

I remember wanting to be many things when I was younger. Policeman. Astronaut. Rock star. Professional football player. (notice how the big D isn't one of them)

So really, where has that cheney gone to? Has he really disappeared or was he merely, over time, pushed into the backseat by my subservience to my parents and my reluctance to 'go my own way?'

I don't want to take the chance and jump into something that may not be my calling, but I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?

Especially since so many sacrifices have been made to get me to where I 'want' to be.

the root of all evil

Stories of families breaking up because of money are aplenty, and it is most unfortunate that my family has been cast into the latest edition of The Evils Of Money.

But is money really the root of all evil? I refuse to believe so. While its implication cannot be denied, it cannot be used as proof of its guilt, because what money does is tempt, not cause. 

So really, the root of all evil is Man himself - or more specifically, his innate greediness.

the sunset

with every sunrise comes a sunset, and i pray that i make it through the night.