The Tales of The Brown Woman

 

You’ve got me dancin’ and cryin’

Rollin’ and flyin’

Love don’t let me go,

You’ve got me drowning in a river,

Cold but in fever,

Love don’t let me go

 

David Guetta has such addictive beats.

 

The Brown Woman was overcome by a bout of exhaustion yesterday which resulted in her not being able to pursue her study group with Joanne. Joanne, I apologise! :(

 

And the clock is ticking. Coffee can only do so much.

 

Decided NOT to go on the Langkawi trip for a few reasons;

 

1. It’s expensive
2. It’s parent’s cash that I’m using to go and have a good time all on my own WITHOUT them
3. We’ll miss the first day of Selectives – I actually don’t like missing first days
4. I rather do what Sufi suggested
5. I have plans with a certain someone else

Oh well, plan later. Summatives first! Ee-gat!

I just realised something different about me that I’m not sure if most people follow.

 

Most people I talk to always say that it’s the results that matter and not the effort put in.

 

I see the logic in that in terms of productivity. But I guess in this sense, I don’t judge by logic but by heart-felt emotion.

 

The mere fact that you try is admirable enough for me. You may be trying to get the right job, to do the right thing. Sure, it doesn’t always have the desired effect or guaranteed success rate. But I’d rather be trying than sitting still and not doing anything, you know?

 

So to me, if it came to judging between a successful man - who has a decent job and makes enough to sustain himself but with not so much work having done to get there in the first place -and a not-so-successful one, who keeps trying and trying but due to bad luck or not having found the right way to go about things. .. well I’d pick the latter even though it may not be the most practical or logical of reasons.

 

Reason being, I find the mere fact that it worries him to keep trying admirable enough. Ambition turns me on.

 

I guess I pick the strength in the spirit over the strength from your pocket.

"You've got me dancin' and cryin'
Rollin' and flying
Love don't let me go
You've got me drownin' in a river
Cold but in fever
Love don't let me go,"

Ah coffee. The sweet sweet nectar of medical students.

I've changed blog-editors again. I'm trying to get used to Qumana in the event that I do get a Mac because Microsoft has yet to come up with a version of Windows Live Writer for Macs.

A technophile can dream.

I achieve it with just two things:

 

1. Moist fudge chocolate cake –my diet will resume after summatives

2. A certain someone who has been surprising me pleasantly day after day

 

Life is a bittersweet pill that I often gag upon swallowing.

 

2.5 weeks till summatives. Barely done with Endo, moving onto Repro, gods knows what’s gonna happen to Renal.

 

Bittersweet pill indeed.

 

Tomorrow, I will cycle all over my residential suburb just to burn the calories I ingested today.

 

Nirvana’s banana leaf spread is to DIE for.

Stress is there.

 

Yet, I can’t help but smile.

 

Ah the euphoria from the warm and fuzzy feeling endorphins bring.

 

Yeah, it’s been a while since I blogged about anything of heartfelt interest.

 

It’s just that when so many events or incidents happen at once, sometimes you gotta just take a backseat or watch from the viewing gallery just so you can make sense of things, one shot at a time. So that’s what I’ve been doing, been chilling in those boxes meant for the rich and exquisite you see at Operas, occasionally throwing a rotten fruit or two at the tone-deaf folk that sometimes take it into their ridiculous heads to sing to a beautiful melody.

 

My mother was right.

 

We shall not let her know she was.

 

I HAVE become more mellow. But in a way, it doesn’t mean that I am forgiving. I have merely become more accepting. Some go as far as to say that I tolerate, the idiosyncrasies of others a lot better and perhaps, more wisely.

 

I don’t think I ever do forgive. My heart gets the better of me, melts when I recount history and take into consideration things that have passed. Yet, the nagging thought of a disappointment felt always returns to haunt. Particularly when it comes to giving a person the benefit of the doubt.

 

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Another odd thing I realised: I am probably just not interested in relationships at this point unless it’s a real thing that’s gonna go somewhere. I want my next relationship, to be a serious one.

 

Yeah, you heard me.

 

There are times when one feels lonely. But I have friends that make up for all the companionship that I need for now. Sure, some day they’ll get married and I’ll need someone. But I’m in no rush. I’ll let time decide. I’m sure my red-haired, green-eyed hunk awaits me, shores away :P

 

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But even though I have become more mellow and accepting, there are some things I make an exception to not tolerate.

 

No matter what happens to me, I try my best to be a good friend. I should think, that after years of friendship, the same should go for everyone else as well, despite the circumstances. I cannot pretend to assume everyone’s circumstances, in that way it is unfair of me to judge. But it is also unfair of you, to expect me to understand and for you to use that as an excuse to be whatever you feel like being.

 

Whatever it is, I have the right, despite any circumstance anyone is in, to tell anyone off for being a complete jackass to me.

 

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Halloween Night was interesting. I got a few adds over Facebook and had to give out a fake number.

 

Arrrrghhhh, matey, I think the pirate had something to do with it :P

 

So what happened on Halloween Night, you ask?

 

Let the pictures speak for themselves ; )

 

 

 

 

The centrepieces

 

My zombie-werewolf-man from hell!

 

 

The french-maid, Count Dracula and a vampire-wannabe :P

 

 

Top, left-right: Lady Arwen, The Hot Devil, Count Dracula, Evil Angel, The French Maid, The Swashbuckling Pirate

Bottom, left-right: Esmeralda, Japanese Schoolgirl with A Cane

 

 

 

Evil bunny and The Japanese Schoolgirl

 

 

Half of the Devil, Ju-on, The Sexy Nurse, Swashbuckling Pirate and Japanese Schoolgirl

 

 

The Phantom of The Opera and The French Maid

 

 

The Ogre Eye

 

 

Claws

 

 

RIP Cupcakes – which tasted AWESOME btw.

 

 

The Cemetery of Celebrities

 

 

Mini-Zorro and The Pirate – who has no code of honour, btw.

 

 

 

The Witch, Phantom, Pirate. MIB, Adventure-girl and Vogue Vampire cum Fanged Ninja Warrior

 

 

The French Maid and Esmeralda

 

 

 

Vampire Wannabe and Pirate

 

 

 

The Pirate and The Phantom

 

 

 

Left to right: Hot Witch, Devil, French Maid, Pirate, Another Hot Witch, Evil Angel and the Devil’s Twin Sister

 

 

 

My favourite picture yet: Ju-on a=lurking, The Hot Nurse and The Pirate

 

Let’s just say that to all those that chose NOT to come, well you missed out. On a LOT.

 

Baha.

 

:P

 

 

PS – My feet ache.

 

I have decided to not give a damn.

 

About what, you ask?

 

About being falsely accused of things. Of taking blame for something done for the sake of a friend. Sure, I may seem like the villain.

 

But we all know what really happened. Heck, if there is a God, well He was watching. No point trying to clear misconceptions or misgivings. For 1. there should have been trust and 2, if there isn’t, it just means that the friendship wasn’t meant all that much. Pearls of wisdom from both Rainbow’s mum and mine.

 

I am much, much better now. Feel kinda stupid for the, uh, outburst. Don’t worry, I told you all I bounce back pretty fast! =D

 

We will get through this! 5 more months to go!

 

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On another note, I’m not going as a gypsy anymore. I’ve decided to become a swashbuckling pirate!

 

Forgot to add on my hat, sword, boots and eye-patch. Will save the full costume for Halloween Night ; )