Friday, December 01, 2006
how to stay alive
I'm not interested in being rational today. Or sane, for that matter. Or anything else along the line of conformity. For weeks, i've been sitting on the edge of my seat, been poised to take flight, sometimes taking the privilege of rocking on the balls of my soles for take-5, but otherwise perpetually charged up. You just can't lose it when you're having your attachment, especially when there's nothing backing you up. It's just you and whatever you are supposed to do, rain or shine, bitches or assholes. And i'm constantly feeling like i'm tiptoeing on the edge of the cliff with a pack of hyenas closing in slowly behind me, ready to pounce on me and subsequently laugh their tongues off as i fall over the dead end. The effects of undue pressure.
As i'm stretching my incredibly short attention span to type out this post, i'm having another browser open on a website of shoes galore. Pardon the constant distraction. I'm nowhere near to training myself to stay tuned in to the present. But i have Teddy Geiger and Chantal Kreviazuk on the shuffle so it should keep me well grounded while i work these thoughts out on words. And hopefully they'll last 'til i click on the Publish button.
I've completed my last block of clinical attachment, for this semester, at least. Heaven knows how much events have occured within a time frame of four weeks. Not to mention the turbulent emotions stirred in myself with every moment. Oh but negativity doesn't prevail, oddly (fine, it's odd only if you're a pessimist like me pre-menses). Good to have a memory the size of a peanut, and an attention span the length of... fine, my height. And an ability to tune out unpleasant encounters with people. And a relatively thick skin. Necessities of survival working in the OT - that would mean 'operating theatres' for the unaware.
Goodness, i've never seen so many pretty shoes in my screen before. By that, i mean truly gorgeous. But still, i'm all for being barefoot barenaked and a pair of fuzzy socks. No don't attempt to imagine, especially if you're emetophobic.
Sick as it may sound, i might just try to apply for a position at the OT department. Sick, if you've been there as a fellow student. Sick, if you've received the same treatment as your friends from some of the existing staff, and if you've seen how your friends suffer more than you. Sick, if you know what i mean. Maybe i'm just a sucker for pain. Sick.
I might just do it to spite myself, though i can't conclude why. I personally like the emergency department (not so much because of the team spirit of the Urinals United), followed by surgicals, but y'know what... my choices have always been twisted by the hands of fate so what difference will there be now even if i am granted three wishes, so to speak.
Now Vienna Teng comes on board, joining the ranks of Kreviazuk and Geiger, along with mainstayers like James Blunt, The Cranberries, Sixpence None The Richer, Lifehouse and f'course Alanis Morissette. Now haven't you seen the elephant out in the lavendar fields...
I don't have much time left, not before i'll be ceremoniously graduated (hopefully!) and thus wither and die at the hands of my preceptors and any ill-meaning seniors. Dwellers of hell and The Inferno, hath mercy on me! If you have noticed, if you are blessed enough to have a healthier attention span than mine, you would see that my paragraphs are tapering down from a hunky chunk to a skinny fillet of words. A clear indication of a long belated bedtime. And i'm going back to Sophie Amundsen, whom you may have already met. If you haven't, might want to grab a copy of Sophie's World. Said right here that it's a novel on the history of philosophy. I can already see half of you forming a nice (-_-") expression on your faces. Shame on you! It's a good book, alright.
Ok can't take it no more. Bye for now, all!
[Much later, like a few days later kind of later...]
There's a new blog to my name. Less personal, but more personal. Will leave you to figure that out yourself. Okay i'm off to run errands now!
YAY ONE MORE BLOG TO VISIT
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fara // 22:35
how to stay alive
I'm not interested in being rational today. Or sane, for that matter. Or anything else along the line of conformity. For weeks, i've been sitting on the edge of my seat, been poised to take flight, sometimes taking the privilege of rocking on the balls of my soles for take-5, but otherwise perpetually charged up. You just can't lose it when you're having your attachment, especially when there's nothing backing you up. It's just you and whatever you are supposed to do, rain or shine, bitches or assholes. And i'm constantly feeling like i'm tiptoeing on the edge of the cliff with a pack of hyenas closing in slowly behind me, ready to pounce on me and subsequently laugh their tongues off as i fall over the dead end. The effects of undue pressure.
As i'm stretching my incredibly short attention span to type out this post, i'm having another browser open on a website of shoes galore. Pardon the constant distraction. I'm nowhere near to training myself to stay tuned in to the present. But i have Teddy Geiger and Chantal Kreviazuk on the shuffle so it should keep me well grounded while i work these thoughts out on words. And hopefully they'll last 'til i click on the Publish button.
I've completed my last block of clinical attachment, for this semester, at least. Heaven knows how much events have occured within a time frame of four weeks. Not to mention the turbulent emotions stirred in myself with every moment. Oh but negativity doesn't prevail, oddly (fine, it's odd only if you're a pessimist like me pre-menses). Good to have a memory the size of a peanut, and an attention span the length of... fine, my height. And an ability to tune out unpleasant encounters with people. And a relatively thick skin. Necessities of survival working in the OT - that would mean 'operating theatres' for the unaware.
Goodness, i've never seen so many pretty shoes in my screen before. By that, i mean truly gorgeous. But still, i'm all for being barefoot barenaked and a pair of fuzzy socks. No don't attempt to imagine, especially if you're emetophobic.
Sick as it may sound, i might just try to apply for a position at the OT department. Sick, if you've been there as a fellow student. Sick, if you've received the same treatment as your friends from some of the existing staff, and if you've seen how your friends suffer more than you. Sick, if you know what i mean. Maybe i'm just a sucker for pain. Sick.
I might just do it to spite myself, though i can't conclude why. I personally like the emergency department (not so much because of the team spirit of the Urinals United), followed by surgicals, but y'know what... my choices have always been twisted by the hands of fate so what difference will there be now even if i am granted three wishes, so to speak.
Now Vienna Teng comes on board, joining the ranks of Kreviazuk and Geiger, along with mainstayers like James Blunt, The Cranberries, Sixpence None The Richer, Lifehouse and f'course Alanis Morissette. Now haven't you seen the elephant out in the lavendar fields...
I don't have much time left, not before i'll be ceremoniously graduated (hopefully!) and thus wither and die at the hands of my preceptors and any ill-meaning seniors. Dwellers of hell and The Inferno, hath mercy on me! If you have noticed, if you are blessed enough to have a healthier attention span than mine, you would see that my paragraphs are tapering down from a hunky chunk to a skinny fillet of words. A clear indication of a long belated bedtime. And i'm going back to Sophie Amundsen, whom you may have already met. If you haven't, might want to grab a copy of Sophie's World. Said right here that it's a novel on the history of philosophy. I can already see half of you forming a nice (-_-") expression on your faces. Shame on you! It's a good book, alright.
Ok can't take it no more. Bye for now, all!
[Much later, like a few days later kind of later...]
There's a new blog to my name. Less personal, but more personal. Will leave you to figure that out yourself. Okay i'm off to run errands now!
fara // 22:35
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