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.

Its been a while...

Its has been a long time since I have shown this much beloved, shamefully secret blog any love or attention. So on this day, when I am procrastinating like never before. I will post something new.

Its a hot day in Cape Town today... So hot that the fire alarms in my resididence are setting themselves off. Its ridiculous. Cape Town is a city of... Contrasts. The best looking people. Most of them are gay.Most beautiful scenery, worst weather. I repeat... Its ridiculous.

I wish I had an organised mind, If that was the case, this would be the point where'd I'd introduce my topic for this post. But seeing as I have to write my To-Do list in whiteboard marker on my cupboard doors... Thats not gonna happen. But seeing as its what I'm currently doing... Lets begin with procrastination.

I currently sit in a clean, clean, clean res room. (Note: It is not home. It is a room. It is not my room. It is a room. In which I temporarily inhabit.) Why 3 cleans dear GITPTC you ask? Cos it s very clean. Why is it very clean? Its very clean because I have a 1400 word essay to write. Its also why I'm typing this up now... Because I have something very pressing and important to do, I will do everything but... well... it. Why? It doesnt make it go away. Or make me forget that it has to be done. It just... It what? Do you know? Because I don't. But I'm doing it anyway. I live by the philosophy, when in doubt, Wikipedia. Here's what it has to say on procrastination:

''In psychology, procrastination refers to the act of replacing high-priority actions with tasks of low-priority, and thus putting off important tasks to a later time. Psychologists often cite such behavior as a mechanism for coping with the anxiety associated with starting or completing any task or decision. Schraw, Pinard, Wadkins, and Olafson have proposed three criteria for a behavior to be classified as procrastination: it must be counterproductive, needless, and delaying. Procrastination may result in stress, a sense of guilt and crisis, severe loss of personal productivity, as well as social disapproval for not meeting responsibilities or commitments. These feelings combined may promote further procrastination. While it is regarded as normal for people to procrastinate to some degree, it becomes a problem when it impedes normal functioning. Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying psychological disorder.''

um... Ja. That doesn't help me... But this is so cute though...

 Its a procrastinating man and a puppy!! :D :D. You're welcome... I'm gettin bord/board/bored of doing nothing. So... one more rant about UCT, Cape Town, Res food and unfriendly doctors and I'll be off...

Res food is... Its terrible. Its really bad. Before I make a very un-PC allusion to Germans feeding Jews what we get fed (damn! did it anyway) I'm gonna try look on the bright side... I may roll through the airport doors on the 25th of March (Fans, i.e. Josh. Be there, with flags and a song. :D) because of all the sandwiches I'll be eating... However, I am not emaciated. I am alive. And the taste (when there is any) can be eliminated by tons of Tomato sauce. I will pay for it ne day with hypertension and kidney stones, however, if it gets me through... So be it.

Med Campus is so unfriendly! I'm a relitivley nice girl. And I occasionally find myself struck with the urge to smile and greet random people, on campus and in the hospital on the way to Physics. And especially with the latter, I mean really. You know I'm there for Physics, and that its the last lecture before lunch, and that in the face of that I still find it within me to smile at you, you need to smile back dammit! Unless someone just died, in that case, wear the blood soaked srubs so I dont take offense. Even the medical students... First Years = Nice. Second years = Nice and full of wisdom for avoiding IP. Third years = Well... You get a selct few who stoop to chat with little Couch potatoes. Beyond that, and even in and amongst that, grumpy faces. Its why I like upper. Full of hippies and friendly people.

What else... Hmmm... I dont need to (Damn. There goes that fire alarm again) rant about anything else... I'll occupy myself... Polishing my hairclips and pretending to read my textbooks on anatomy until dinner (drowned in Nandos Sauce. Thank the Lord for small miracles).

Before I leave... COLPLAY IS AMAZING!!!!!! (and theres this First year medic who looks like Chris Martin's better looking younger brother. Everytime I see him I start singing 'Yellow' in my head. The scientist... Changed my life. For the 3 minutes it played.

Essay -and world- to conquer. Toetsiens.