magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
fray-ing
medical school is like a cancer. it sucks you relentlessly dry in its continual hunger for everything that is-- was-- yours. to take over every last ounce of you, and subsume you in its blind bloatedness. it wants everything. time. effort. youth. interest. individuality. and worst of all, the luxury of choice. you MUST. you WILL. you SHOULD. NOW. sometimes it's phrased nicely. most times it's not.
it wants you to think like it. to join the hive mind. be-ing is optional. do-ing isn't.
not fraying-- not yet. touch wood. but fray-ing. or at least wishing i could. jumping in and beating the fuck out of everything that needs a good ass-kicking. i wish. i really do. i have a special pounding (verbal or otherwise) reserved for a certain ____. if i ever meet her anywhere outside changi i swear to god i will slap the spectacles from her pudgey nose, spit in her fat simpering face and stomp on her fugly ahpek canvas slip-ons. and then scream in her face
TEEEENG BUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
+ fictions&fires
10:20 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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