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