In December of last year, I decided that I didn’t want to follow the conventional path of doing a year’s house job (or internship) after graduating. Instead, I decided to take the year off. I was going to use the time to pass two sets of foreign licensing exams (the PLAB for England, the USMLE… Continue reading Of “Faraghat” and associated restlessness
Ever since I found out you could save conversations on MSN messenger, I turned on the feature and started saving messages. Some 10 years, two computers and two laptops later, I still have them sitting in a little folder in my current laptop. They’re also saved on innumerable usb backups tossed in a corner of… Continue reading Confessions of A Digital Packrat
Withdrawn within myself I feel safe. Alone and warm and safe. ~ I wrote that back in, oh, 2007 or so, but every now and then I recall the words and the feeling that accompanied them. It is a wintery feeling. It brings to mind a dingy room with a whiteboard and tiny cramped seats,… Continue reading Withdrawal.
Um. Just some rambling. *blushes slightly* – My last chance. My reason to risk it all, my reaffirmation that I’m not as good as I seem. In my world, you’re the only open painting on a wall where the others have drapes, are hidden under a veil. You’re the oil colours I treasure, that I… Continue reading of recent events.
The 15th was Valentine’s Day for me. After a long, heartbreaking interval was I finally united with my love. Through months of separation I held onto the hope that we would finally be together. Through days and days of being so close, yet so apart, I remembered our times together, and the memories carried me… Continue reading Reunited ❤
problem. that feeling. of frustration tingling in your every pore. of emptiness that will last across decades. of desire pointless and seeping. of bottled jealousy and hurt. siphon. draw out the problem. mould it in your hands without looking at it, without seeing it. collect it in your palms. ethereal, weightless, strong. change. turn… Continue reading siphon, transform, channel.
So I celebrate my twenty-first birthday by spending 15 hours in the OR. Oh, the joys of CTS. 😛 I found the following in a classmate’s fb notes a couple of years back, but it seemed pretty appropriate even now, so this will be my birthday post. And since I have only five minutes left… Continue reading 21
I love almost every one of the strips these guys make, but of course there have been some more favourite than others. I will add the links to these when I find them, otherwise these were just a few I’d saved on my computer because I loved them so much. They have such a strange,… Continue reading Favourite A Softer Worlds
In the PlAsTicS factory, it was time for a coffee break. Martha sat on the counter next to the sink and sucked at a mug of black fluid. There was a thoughtful expression on her ‘face’, if the nanoparticles on the interface covering the front of her ‘head’ could be said to rearrange themselves in… Continue reading Coffee Time in the Plastics Factory
Losing myself in the quiet silence of my loneliness. I love this quiet – I am comfortable with this silence, with this quiet awareness of myself. And the time is invaluable for self-recovery. An upheaval is taking place in my mindset, but it is moving slowly – each object lifted and moved with quiet precision… Continue reading deeper introspection.