Hodgepodge

I used to like Anoop.  But now I am rooting for Adam .  He got a standing ovation, from SIMON COWELL!  

It always feels good talking to my dad because besides feeling the purest, truest care, he bursts my bubble and gives me the right kind of kicking. He's blunt but he knows when it is needed. He told me earlier to manage my expectations of people and move toward the happier aspects of my life. "If they leave, then they leave." Being the let's-talk-about-it-girl that I am, it's kind of hard not having a resolution, but I guess some things just end in silence or in parting ways. I may still be a little shaky but I am more prepared today than I was yesterday. Dad always says that keeping one or two friends who I know wants me and needs me for anything more than convenience is enough. That's better than keeping a lot and losing them eventually. I'm tired of pushing myself too much. It's time to let go.

without thought, without pride, without fear...

Rehab is not the most popular department in PGH, and I am being kind.  Most students hate it.  At some point, I did.  But quite honestly, I am attracted to the field.  I've been vocal about it, and most, if not all of the people who learned that I am highly considering to train under the department distort their faces in disbelief.   But I like it.  I like it because in the spectrum of patient care, rehab is in the last phase, where our primary goal is not to make the patient live per se, but to make life a little better.  We make people walk better, talk better, function better.  I find that fulfilling.  And there are just a few rehab doctors in the country.  So why not? Last week, during one of my OR assists, the consultant and the senior resident asked me what my plans are after internship.  I said I don't have a definite answer yet but I am highly considering Rehab Med, then I stated my reasons.  Well they were surprised (I was not able to see face distortion since we were ...

We help people when big things happen to them, when you see them getting hit by a car, when a brother or a sister or a father or a mother dies, we're there for them because we can see that death kills more than the person it takes. And yet, the people around us who die a little all the time, moment by moment, who require the least help, the smallest sacrifice, are the ones we ignore completely. pleasefindthis.blogspot.com  

It's all starting to make sense now.

Today I laughed my teeth out over halo-halo and window shopping with a good friend.  It has been a while since I've been this close to being happy.  I once chose to live and feel.  Perhaps now is the best time to be smile again and not think too much.  It's time I sing la-la-la again.  I got a sad but upbeat song:   No me ames (Salsa Version) .  Oh if only I can dance.  I miss jogging, and heart-to-heart talks and good hearty laugh-trips.  I miss cooking for friends.  I miss spontaneity. So why don't I go back to the simpler life then.  Breath in, and exhale all negativities.