YES! It is I!

This phrase made my day when a fellow medical student of mine walked into a chemistry tut saying, "Yes, It is I." He entered with style. And on this day which is my first day back at medical school, what better to talk about than stylish entrances?

Upon "Googling "Stylish Entrances" all I happened upon were pictures of models, Kate Bosworth, some super-awesome houses, and... Is that Selena Gomez?? So.. I'll have to dig deep within to find something worth putting on this daily-less-shameful-and-less-secret-blog...

In medical school we're taght to break a word/phrase up... So here it is...

Style:

What is style? Style is awesomeness. Style is a mode of expression. Be it clothing, a way of writing, talking, even walking. So, by that definition (thanks wiki) everything that breathes and thinks (and therefore is) has style. The awesomeness of their style is a subjective thing though... <Wait... Why am I talking about this again... Okay... Just discussing awesome entrances in general...>. In conclusion, (my apologies, I'm a bit scattered in the mental department today) Style is a mode of expression, there a ba-zillion outlets for expression... And the hope is that one day, when we no longer care about what people think of you, [Case-in-point: The hot boy next to you in the BHS practical test] we can express ourselves unashamedly [i.e. You can natter to your bag, asking it why it had to empty its contents all over the floor when all you want is to leave the venue, and when there is a line of people behind you wanting to get their bags as well. Pick up the stuff and leave in a huff (which lasts 10 seconds)] and be proud of our styles, even if the style is talking to inanimate objects [By the by... You... Is me...]. Enter with that air of confidence and assurance of your own awesomeness (I'm not lame enough to presume to tell you how to get that, it comes with time...) and thou shalt enter with style, although... falling into a room head-long with your skirt halfway up your back would be a stylish entrance too... Just undesirably so...

Moving swiftly forward!



Geddit?? Its a stigma and a... Style!
Its lame to me too...
No need to look at me in that tone of voice...

 Entrance:

Entrance in this case is a verb. The act of well... entering.


In conclusion, I now conclude that to enter stylishly is to enter with style. To enter in a way "youniqley" you. <Stole that from a Police Sunglasses ad, I need me some of those>

I entered Cape Town again... Besieged by luck so great I can only thank the Big Guy who lives upstairs, I entered it with things falling, stumbling, while trying to look cool and succeeding for 60% of the time I endeavoured to achieve coolness... However, how I enter doesn't really matter, I have a sign on my door bearing my name and that too, doesn't really matter, its kept in place by prestik, it will be removed, and life will go on. I know its pithy and lame, but whether or not I fell down those first stairs or had a good-looking friend help me with my 20 kg case and thusly descended with grace <I can spell it, I have difficulty carrying it out though... But never ever forget... I can spell it!>. Nor does it matter if I leave here In June in a blaze of glory having aced all my exams or whether I leave in tears with boxes falling everywhere because... The great tragedy of life is that... It goes on. And people forget, and fake remembrance on Facebook Chat. The point is that YOU will remember and to make those memories awesome.

Now to shake up the routine..

My bestest buddy and I watched Easy A during my break... It was awesome. Just saying

Terminological inexactitude. Does it sound familiar? Does it sound witty? Does it smell like Cigars?

If you answered yes to any of the above then yes! It is Winston Churchill! Circa 1906, he released that bubble of amazingness into the world... It is now used as a euphemism for the less PC "You, sir, are lying through your ugly teeth!"...

Ja... Thats it from me today
Have exams down the tracks like a speeding train...

Final notes:

• Planes... ARE AWESOME!!! Flying is entering with style! It lacks the anticlimax of... A bus or something equally anticlimactic...
• Reading glasses, while awesome and sexy-librarian-ey, give me migraines... (Annoyingly pronounced <mee-granes> which is stupid if you ask me, but... granted, no one did, its all the American TV... I need to rather watch British medical TV... If we're gonna talk like them might as well... Randomness Over.

Couch - Out

I've got this beating in my chest...

Its rhythmic.

There are certain people, whom I love, they are called friends.
A friend of mine, well, very fond acquaintance has this... thing about friends. She says she only has two. A friend to her is someone who she would tell about her sobbing her lungs and heart out the nigh before alone in her room. People she hangs out with everyday, are groupies, with levels of familiarity ranging from friend (there's only one with us in Cape Town), fond acquaintances to acquaintances. After being initially hurt by her not considering me a friend, (although its not as if i had poured out my soul to her or anything of the sort, its that its... well... its offensive) I re-evaluated my friendships and found out, that I too don't have that many. And the majority of them are up here, in Sunny Durban. The people I have there, I love, but I haven't let them in fully yet, for varying reasons. What constitutes a friend, I used to think it was someone you trusted enough to ask for a favour or for help, this is especially true for me because I am not in the habit f asking for help, I will struggle on my own until I get it, one thing I'm having to learn in Med School is to work smart and not quite so hard... I saw on a show called "Pretty Little Liars" (I'm only 18 okay... 18  and 14 days... Just saying) and she said that friendship is feeling comfortable enough with someone to be angry with them and know that they'll still love you the next day... I believe that too, although the latter depends on the kind of relationship you have with a person. However, if physics has taught me anything... Its that there are many different formulas to find the same thing... Combine them if possible.

So... What is friendship? Friendship is love. That has been established. Friendship is a pact, (Even Sheldon Cooper knows this...). Friendship is a... State of... Of... Of... Awesomeness, where forgiveness, acceptance, help, and hours of talking crap reside... In electron orbitals .... No, that's Chemistry. Its sounds very very corny, and cheesy and other stuff that there is no short supply of at McDs, and it sounds... Like I've been drinking (I would actually LOVE to see that! A drunk Marcia... Would be... A spectacle to behold). But these are my musings, thanks to Nicole they have moved on from the vortex of frustration they swirled in, Friendship is something that is a gift, its... God-sent, and sometimes its long lasting, sometimes its seasonal, sometimes its transient, but while its there, its a blessing, many things are... almost it, lesser forms of it or mutations of it, but few things are the real thing.

Aren't they lovely??
 Then... they will age, and get creepy.
 However, while they are kittens, they make me happy... (To look at, not to touch.)
I don't do cats.

I thank the Large Guy who Resideth Upstairs for the people he has gifted to me.

A few of my People have blogs now. Read them. There are others, (blogs. and People.) They will be posted at another time, the list will be compiled.

squarebuttonholes.blogspot.com - (The Bestest best friend in the whole wide world)
herecomesthepunchline.blogspot.com - (The oracle of knowledge, the girl whisperer, The Luke)

Happy Easter for yesterday. Its the single most important event in history...

Peace
Marcia

Awesome Day

You know when a day is ending? And its going for 12... And you're sad to see it go??

That was today.

I spent today with the awesomest person in the world (Beware, here comes the corny...) She is the Ying to my Yang (Geddit?? Geddit?? Because I'm studying medicine, like Christina Yang?? And she has a Chinese guy way back when in her lineage?? So she's Ying??) We are not joined at the hip, we are joined at the soul, and yes, I know you're all throwing up in your mouths right now, and thats okay. I'm to content, drunk on caffine, sugar, happiness and universe juice to care.

This...

Plus lots of this

And loads of these thrown in...

Equals this... i.e. HAPPY MARCY :D

 

Today was so awesome that I have immortalized it in a journal, carrying it around as I went about my business, waiting backstage for my Bestest friend as she went about her business on stage. Just throwing it out there... She's awesome. I love her. Moving on.

I learned the art of Body Language tonight. I guided her as I learned. It isn't mastered quite yet... But at Dinner (Westville has the awesomest restaurants, just saying) but its fascinating! Turning that observant-ness into perceptiveness. Its super awesome. Saw best friends in the making, farting in the back-seat really brings boys together. Saw soul-mates in their quiet comfortable synchrony. It was a beautiful night. And yet again, I am near-delirious with fatigue, so the inhibitions... They are down. Well they are never fully down, thats not how I roll. I'm just gonna post awesome pictures now...

I mean really?!? Its the pope! He's awesome! AND he's gangster!

 

10/10 for AMAZINGNESS

The invention of the captioned image is a wonderful one, the world will never be the same...

So... I am heading off to... Well not bed. I'm just leaving the blog. till tomorrow (Fun Fact: Bidding someone Adeiu means "Till Heaven", typically said when one doesn't plan on seeing another... Well, one, again.) So I will just say, Au Reviour, Italian for, Until we meet again (PSH! NO! I did not learn that from 13 going on 30! I dont know what you're talking abou...)

Bye! :D

Jason Mraz

If It Kills Me

Lyrics:

Hello, tell me you know, yeah, you've figured me out
Something gave it away
And it would be such a beautiful moment to see the look on your face
To know that I know that you know now

And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking
You know nothing
'Cause you and I, why we go carrying on for hours on end
We get along much better than you and your boyfriend

Well, all I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still can't say it after all we've been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me

Well, how long can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you
Before I rightly explode
And this double life I lead isn't healthy for me in fact it makes me nervous
If I get caught I could be risking it all
Well, baby there's a lot that I miss in case I'm wrong

All I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still cant say it after all we've been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me

If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand
Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man
But I never said a word I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again

Well, all I really want to do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use
But I still can't say it after all we've been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me
As the feeling inside keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me
I think it might kill me

And all I really want from you is to feel me
It's a feeling inside that keeps building
And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me
It might kill me

Why I am obsessed with this song:

1. This song... Was turned  upwhen there was turbulence because...
2. If I was dying, I'd wanna listen to his... His... His... His breaking heart and longing soul (Sorry, Blame it on the circadian GnRH pulses)
3. This will be an amazing theme song to a tragic romance... Love triangles, Plutonic friendships. Waiting (a la' Anne Elliot in Persuasion).
4. Ah, its just wonderful! (And... The hat... I mean... Awesome, awesome habedashery Jason)
5. Sigh... Swoon... Faint...

THE END

Home: Part 2

So... I am home now. And while I print my Organic Chemistry notes out... I will spread my pixie dust out into cyberspace...

My flight... Was kinda awesome! British is super cool, that's right... I said Super Cool. I wrote 6 pages in my journal from the Airport to the moment we touched down in Durban. I can totally see Dr. Couch, all grown up and awesome, brave enough to wear heels everyday, and one with the universe, cringing when she reads it. They will come in the order she sees the words "that's how I roll", "Cos I'm cool like that" and each and every single time she sees an I dotted with a heart... And she will be confused whenever she sees a formula randomly thrown into the mix, with notes to self about veins traveling to the heart and arteries traveling from the heart. Oh well... The awesome shoes she'll be wearing will make up for the embarrassment my youthful exuberance brings.

British, has blue, leather seats. Woollies food (They gave us Easter eggs, I mean how lovely is that!?!) and older, more professional looking air hostesses who don't look as if they bathed in makeup before the flight. I would listen to those women if the plane had to crash, the women from Mango and other such airlines would blind me with the whiteness of their teeth... And I would die.

You know you're an adult when... You have eaten in a restaurant alone. And for that matter, when you have pulled a 19.6kg suitcase up 6 flights of stairs... By yourself. When I do it in heels... I will officially call myself a woman. Oh! Look! Isn't it awesome! I know you've seen it before but look! 

First Impressions:

The original title of Jane Austen's most famous work. Lovely, witty and frequently quoted by me... Its something that is underestimated. When I first saw my best friend, I thought she was very very hyper and frankly quite strange. However, turns out... I'M STRANGE TOO! And we are inseparable, not even me attending University almost 2000kms away from her has... No... Nevermind... Bad example. Um... When Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Benne... Ah. La Vache', another terrible example.

What was the point?? Oh, Right. First Impressions impact the pallor of the light you se someone in for quite some time into the relationship. I totally had a point! I'm like a woodland creature... Ooooh! Shiny!

I even have packs of Peanuts and Raisins in my room! Isn't it just so cute!!! I want one!

In an attempt to regain some focus... *Reading journal for interesting tidbits about journey... Hmmm... Corny stuff about how puurdy yet simulaneously hellish the mountains look from the sky... Formula about Pressure when one is rising... (P=Po-pgh) Stuff about Eustachian tubes, the awesome old Indian guys next to me on the plane, who kept making jokes about opening the window... Other stuff... Ja... I declare operation focus... A fail.

I will now leave you with the most amazing-est song ooit!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBBMNJPk5qo

Jason Mraz - If it kills me

You're welcome :D

Oh! And my Baby cousin now calls me Marcia. Not Marc, not Marcy, not You... Marcia.... "Shit just got real" (tm)



Ek moet gaan...
Stay awesome
Until Next Time...

Au Reviour

Home

Well... I am going home tomorrow. Not as keen as I think I should be... Nowhere near as keen as last time. That is for shizzle.

Today... Was nearly ridiculous in its... ridiculousness... It was... Memorable. So was yesterday.

Yesterday I learned more than I had ever learned in a single day. I am so chuffed, can't remember half of it but it was ingested and I am still living... The entire process of pregnancy, childbirth, labour and the hormonal control thereof was done, today, saw a baby emerging from the birth canal into the big bad world. It was hideous. Thank you baby, for helping to desensitze me to the horror that is the method by which you entered this world but my gosh! The trauma, the shock, the horror! The pure unadaluterated horror! Monty Python helped a tiny bit, seeing it afterward. But my uterus... I feel the fear radiating from it... All I can say is... The science, its wonderful its facinating, its beautiful. The practice, of pushing a watermelon through your keyhole... Is something like absolutley no other...

See how happy she looks! If only she knew...

This is who she will become. Unless she gets the good stuff. And even then... She will never be the same... She'll be a mother, and after undergoing Ruebin's developmental tasks will have evaluated herself and her ability to give of herself and she will find closeness with her own mother but goodness... I cant get over the alien image  of a human emerging from the oriface of another human...

While I wish I could be an empathic health proffesional... I cannot empathise at this point in time, 18 and young, and awesome (and procrastinating. Not keen to be alone with my thoughts). All I can say to you is... Enjoy your tiny human. I hope it brings great joy.

(BTW, that "pain face"... total lie. Furrow between eyes should be well... furrowed. Lower Lids should be tensed. Lips should be turned down and even though her mouth is open, you can see they are turned upwards. Her eyes should be squeezed shut not merely closed. Come on Lady... You can do way better than that!!)

Next Topic:

French! I must admit that I was in fact... (NOT) incorrect... Je ne se quoi (yes, thats the right spelling) means "I dont know what". Not "I dont know". Something strange is infact a synonymous phrase, essentially meaning the same thing. Now I must include a bitjie here on funny french things.

• Poisson sans boisson--c'est poison!.

(To eat) fish without drinking wine is poison!

• Didon dîna, dit-on, du dos d'un dodu dindon.

Didon ate, it is said, from the back of a fat turkey.

• Natacha n'attacha pas son chat qui s'échappa.

Natasha did not tie up her cat, who escaped.

• Tonton, ton thé t'a-t-il ôté ta toux?

Uncle, did your tea take away your cough?

Try to say them, in french. They are positively smile inducing!

Next time you want to say:

• I've had it! Throw :"Les carottes sont cuites" into the conversation... Yes what you are infact saying is that the carrots are cooked, HOWEVER, if said in an angry enough voice with a good foot stomp thrown in... It shall work nontheless.

Wanna shake up your regular "Goodness Gracious!" ?? I know I do! (So does he...) I recommend the lovely...

• Ah! La Vache! (Oh, the cow!) But really, its better than HOLY SHIT! Anything is better than spiritual feces.
• Zut Alors! No one knows what this means but it sounds so exotic and amazing...

Back to my previous, very humble allusion to my correctness, see this website where they describe Je ne Se quoi as - Something that is hard to describe. (http://www.france-travel-secrets.com/french-sayings.html)

Now for some french Profanity Profoundness:

• J'ai toujours vu que pour réussir dans le monde, il fallait avoir l'air fou et être sage.
  I have always believed that to succeed in life, it is necessary to appear to be mad and to act wisely.
  (Montesquieu, philosopher)

• Généralement, les gens qui savant peu parlent beaucoup, et les gens qui savant beaucoup parlent peu.
  (Rousseau, philosopher.)
  Generally speaking, the people who know little speak a lot and the people who know a lot speak little.

• Le plus grand faible des hommes, c'est l'amour qu'ils ont de la vie.
  
  Man's greatest weakness is his love of life.
  (Molière, playwright and actor.)

If you remeber nothing else about today... remeber that no matter where they are, what they carry or what they do... Veins head TOWARDS the heart. Arteries head AWAY from it.

Some more random ones, they really are quite lovely!

Avoir d’autres chats à fouetter - To have other cats to whip
In other words, to have other fish to fry

Avoir le cafard - To have the Cockaroach
i.e. to be sad, blue, down in the dumps

Ce ne sont pas vos oignons - These are not your onions
- Its none of your business...

I probably should stop now...

I probably should sleep now...

I probably shouldn't be so damn frustrated!

Here ends the french section of this evening's post. Although Post is misleading, its more an essay -slash- random tirade -slash- proclamation of my own awesomeness -slash- I really really really dont want to sleep. Some people went to bed at 9. And left me alone with a Jacket Potatoe brain (Mixing friends and metaphors but... Cést la vie!)


I am... Incoherent at this point.  I also need to sleep. Flying tomorrow. Need to be bright, happy and friendly.

I was going to say something super awesome and profound. But I don't have it in me right now.  This is where I say my goodbyes...
Night night/ Good morning
Bonne Nuit/ Bonjour (Actually means good morning... Some people use B... Shite. I'm going now. Im gone)

Hormones

A wise man once said, hormones were to blame for all the world's problems. Romeo and Juliet? Hormones. Cathy and Heathcliff? Hormones. And he was evil. And she was selfish. But above all, Hormones. Bella and Edward... and Jacob... well...

In my short and limited experience in such things... Those things suck!

See, just the babies make the estrogen go haywire... All I can say... Is I WANT ONE!

The topic for today is... Boys.

WHY! WHY!!

WHY!

The end.