A New Beginning

This post may seem a little late, since I’ve gotten a new blog sometime back. However, when I comment on someone’s blog, it sometimes leads them back here to this dusty ol’ blog collecting dust. :)

I never delete old blogs as I sometimes like to glance through them again, cringing at all the silly mistakes I made, laughing at all the fond memories of the past, and smiling for I’ve learned much through them.

Anyway, my new blog is currently at Blogspot, the first platform I used to blog before. :)

It’s called A Medical Student and An Author, so see you there! It’s mostly about writing, and medically related things. :) After reliving the times I had in this blog though, I’m so tempted to write on different things here, so I may do so! You never know. We’ll see. :)


To Be Free

I don’t think I’ll be posting anything on this blog anymore. I’ve decided to write somewhere else, in private.

Its not that I don’t like blogging anymore. I do. I guess I just don’t want random people to come poking around and know my feelings and loves when they don’t even bother to come up to me and talk.

Its like peeking into a house and watching the loves and fights going on inside and then disappearing. Just being a nosey bother.

So. If you really care, drop me an email.

I would drop you one too, but well. Due to certain circumstances, I feel like I’m being a bother when I drop a bombshell of emotions to people I barely talk to anymore.


I love you still.

I’m just shy.

Oh oh. I’m shifting to Tumblr and still writing insanely long posts there. Just privately.


So, I’ve decided to keep some pretty entertaining posts private because I dislike a major rush-in of viewers merely for a certain post. i.e. The Karrrl Urban post. :(

Anyone who wants to read through my password protected posts, can always drop me a comment asking for the password. You do have to tell me who you are though. :) That is all. Thanks!


I don’t even know what to think anymore. Nor do I understand what’s going on in my hearts and theirs. Who’s to blame? Me? Them? This thought sets my heart in turmoil again and then another pushes its way through. Why find fault? There really is no point to play the blame game.

Who started it? What happened on between? If there’s no point to playing the blame game then why does questions like that come up over and over again.

How do we fix it? This one question does not confound me. Because there is only one answer.

We don’t. I don’t. I can’t. Because the hurts run too deep, the pain stings everyday and the tears doesn’t stop coming.

Should we talk it over?

But what is there to say anymore. You made your choice and I stood by meekly and watched it happen.

The end.


I guess out of all my vivas, this viva impacted me the most. Just the day before I hadn’t had any mood to study AT ALL. I was flipping through the texts here and there, gobbling up bits of information when I can, but more often I was just staring into space, not really caring.

I don’t really know why, but I just couldn’t pay attention and make myself focus. I was all, “Ah, whatever.”

I even slept off till 4 before finally grudgingly going through certain chapters I missed. I didn’t touch one particular chapter however, despite knowing it was one of the most important chapters for this block. I was all, “I can identify the structures anyway, blah theory.”

And then I went to the dissection hall and found out that Sir Snarky Spitfire was going to be my Viva lecturer. Oh, how my heart fell. It fell into the pits of gastric juices and tried to digest itself. And not only that, I was the first in line of fire. Those who heard that I had him, shook my hand and gave their condolences. He was well known for tapping impatiently when you stammered, and snarking the heck outta you when you stared back cluelessly.

So there I was, very unprepared, scared as hell, and praying, “God, let him be nice!”

He sauntered in late as I shivered in my whitish labcoat, and smiled. He smiled so sweetly! The smile I knew from Facebook, the smile that could be seen on his daughter’s face as well. That sweet smile!


And the Viva started and it wasn’t so bad at first. But it was obvious that I had no clue what I was saying for that particular chapter I hadn’t read. And he asked me so many questions based on that topic and I could only stare at him in horror.

Worst of all was the way he kept smiling, and said, “Its okay.” He didn’t even snark me! He didn’t scold the way he did before! I felt sooo bad.

Here I was, stupid, lazy and he was smiling at me!

Uh. I felt so moronic not knowing how to answer the easy questions. I’m only thankful that I could at least answer all the rest that I read up on, and well too. Just that chapter. Guh.

Oh God, Thank You for not letting him snark snark me, and be full of smiles and forgiveness instead despite my stupidity and laziness.

I shall not be lazy anymore and be even more geared up for the exams tomorrow morning. :)