Discovered from watching copious amounts of Scrubs. I'm very excited.
If there's love...
I just want to have something to do with it,
I just want to feel yours.
Absence makes the heart grow lonely, and the mind too busy.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Goodbye and Good riddance.
2011 is finished, finally, thankfully, forever.
The last 2 years have been incredibly challenging, eye-opening, emotional, frightening and enlightening.
For all the ups and downs, the heartache, loss, gain and growth.
To have built a brand-new life, with brand-new relationships and struggles.
To create a brand-new home, and all the fears and aspirations that come with that.
I can't say the last two years have not been important and meaningful, but I am happy to usher them firmly into the past, so I can live out a new present and carve a bright future.
I'm a huge fan of resolutions, goals, lists and order. But this year I'm going to try to stay away from unachievable, horrendously long lists, which ultimately make me feel worse, rather than better.
This year I'm only planning on doing two things:
1. Don't take on other people's problems
2. Don't worry be happy. An amazing cliche, but really, your not living if you're only ever half-present, or if you're overridden by guilt or frustration.
This year, I want to let it all go :)
The last 2 years have been incredibly challenging, eye-opening, emotional, frightening and enlightening.
For all the ups and downs, the heartache, loss, gain and growth.
To have built a brand-new life, with brand-new relationships and struggles.
To create a brand-new home, and all the fears and aspirations that come with that.
I can't say the last two years have not been important and meaningful, but I am happy to usher them firmly into the past, so I can live out a new present and carve a bright future.
I'm a huge fan of resolutions, goals, lists and order. But this year I'm going to try to stay away from unachievable, horrendously long lists, which ultimately make me feel worse, rather than better.
This year I'm only planning on doing two things:
1. Don't take on other people's problems
2. Don't worry be happy. An amazing cliche, but really, your not living if you're only ever half-present, or if you're overridden by guilt or frustration.
This year, I want to let it all go :)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Change clothes.
You are what you eat, what you think and what you feel.
You can always change your diet and your thought process. You can even learn to modify your emotional reactions to difficult situations.
I truly believe in the power of thinking and positive energy. How you CHOOSE, yes, choose to see a situation will greatly impact the end result. I realise this makes me sound like a nutty motivational speaker, but it's the truth.
On a bad day, or a frightening day, when your nervous and scared sometimes it pays to take that extra 15 minutes- wear contact lenses, something nice and breathe.
A good song always helps too :)
You can always change your diet and your thought process. You can even learn to modify your emotional reactions to difficult situations.
I truly believe in the power of thinking and positive energy. How you CHOOSE, yes, choose to see a situation will greatly impact the end result. I realise this makes me sound like a nutty motivational speaker, but it's the truth.
On a bad day, or a frightening day, when your nervous and scared sometimes it pays to take that extra 15 minutes- wear contact lenses, something nice and breathe.
A good song always helps too :)
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Conquer your fears.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciouslygive other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,our presence automatically liberates others.
I don't like sport- but I love movies about sport, especially Coach Carter
Saturday, December 10, 2011
LightWork
I don't care for similarities
Cause I'm a pioneer, not a parody
These aren't bars, this is barbarity
The more I think about it, the more I realise- In this life you have to stand for something bigger than just you. That's what makes it worthwhile. More than your WAM, your CV page, your day-to-day troubles and trifles. Once you find something bigger than you, your relationship worries, your screwed up history, your failing family, whatever it is that haunts you. We're all haunted by something, but the difference is whether or not you let that rule you.
Misdirected passion is unhelpful.
Undirected passion is even worse.
You're only as passionate as your actions show.
It's not good enough to become apathetic because you realise the system is flawed. The system is interested in your demise, your downfall, unless you have the guts to (figuratively) slap stupidity in the face.
Rebel against shit! Rebel with a cause, outlaw with the a lawyer.
We are too smart for this. Get your head out of your textbook minutiae and learn the world. Otherwise, there's really no fucking point.
Cause I'm a pioneer, not a parody
These aren't bars, this is barbarity
The more I think about it, the more I realise- In this life you have to stand for something bigger than just you. That's what makes it worthwhile. More than your WAM, your CV page, your day-to-day troubles and trifles. Once you find something bigger than you, your relationship worries, your screwed up history, your failing family, whatever it is that haunts you. We're all haunted by something, but the difference is whether or not you let that rule you.
Misdirected passion is unhelpful.
Undirected passion is even worse.
You're only as passionate as your actions show.
It's not good enough to become apathetic because you realise the system is flawed. The system is interested in your demise, your downfall, unless you have the guts to (figuratively) slap stupidity in the face.
Rebel against shit! Rebel with a cause, outlaw with the a lawyer.
We are too smart for this. Get your head out of your textbook minutiae and learn the world. Otherwise, there's really no fucking point.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Sweet Thing
It's been a while since my last 'FANGIRL SQUEE' post.
But I would like to take some time to talk about Mr. John Legend.
'John' is a pretty boring name, but it belongs to a few spectacular men.
John Legend is a man of soul, clarity and raw expression. His lyrics aren't filled with metaphor- they're pretty straightforward, and I like that.
Not to mention he gives Sex a voice. A low, rumbling, throaty voice.
The kind of music that you'd put on a playlist on repeat for a few hours and get a little hot and sweaty to.
I've loved Soul music since I was about 14- I had a dream of creating a beautiful soul piece for my final Year 12 assessment and getting the entire school choir to stand and sing it as the graduating class left the stage. (That didn't happen, but it's a very clear dream to me). The funny thing about John Legend, was that I bought his album on a whim. I liked the colour and the names of the songs.
Soul is easy to listen to, it doesn't require deciphering, it's honest, it's about love and life and it showcases artist's voices beautifully. The rhythm is always relaxed, slow and strong. It's a lazy afternoon in the summer sun. It's what you'd rather be doing when you're slugging it out and fighting through all your battles.
When I'm home, I like to cook and do the dishes and turn the music up so I can hear it from every room :)
And now, something to sooth your ears:
Hello, it's me
And here is the grammy performance that absolutely blew my mind when it happened. The Gods of Music looked down on me that day and Smiled. Grammy's 2007 performance of Love
goodnight lovely world
<3
But I would like to take some time to talk about Mr. John Legend.
'John' is a pretty boring name, but it belongs to a few spectacular men.
John Legend is a man of soul, clarity and raw expression. His lyrics aren't filled with metaphor- they're pretty straightforward, and I like that.
Not to mention he gives Sex a voice. A low, rumbling, throaty voice.
The kind of music that you'd put on a playlist on repeat for a few hours and get a little hot and sweaty to.
I've loved Soul music since I was about 14- I had a dream of creating a beautiful soul piece for my final Year 12 assessment and getting the entire school choir to stand and sing it as the graduating class left the stage. (That didn't happen, but it's a very clear dream to me). The funny thing about John Legend, was that I bought his album on a whim. I liked the colour and the names of the songs.
Soul is easy to listen to, it doesn't require deciphering, it's honest, it's about love and life and it showcases artist's voices beautifully. The rhythm is always relaxed, slow and strong. It's a lazy afternoon in the summer sun. It's what you'd rather be doing when you're slugging it out and fighting through all your battles.
When I'm home, I like to cook and do the dishes and turn the music up so I can hear it from every room :)
And now, something to sooth your ears:
Hello, it's me
And here is the grammy performance that absolutely blew my mind when it happened. The Gods of Music looked down on me that day and Smiled. Grammy's 2007 performance of Love
goodnight lovely world
<3
Thursday, December 8, 2011
man the fuck up.
You can't help the weak if you're too weak yourself.
I've come to realise that the majority of your strength has to come from your own self-belief.
Not anybody or anything else.
'The act of taking the first step is what separates the winners from the losers.'
Time to wake up then.
Goodbye Sunset
Hello beautiful burning Sunrise.
Let's see what you've got.
I've come to realise that the majority of your strength has to come from your own self-belief.
Not anybody or anything else.
'The act of taking the first step is what separates the winners from the losers.'
Time to wake up then.
Goodbye Sunset
Hello beautiful burning Sunrise.
Let's see what you've got.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Leave my body
Death wishes to meet me, to seep through my consciousness, teach me something.
I disregard death, thinking, why should I spend my waking hours contemplating his final embrace.
Is that too sexist of me? If woman brings life, then man must bring death. Man, in a general sense, and Men, in all their guns and gusto.
In the last few years the strange call of death has become audible to me. I've watched my parents grieve, and felt guilt, because I couldn't understand. I once read, that if you were to ask a person to write unashamedly, stream of conscious, all their thoughts, love, sex, God and death would be the prevailing themes. It's surprisingly true.
But I have always wondered- why? Why do we immerse ourselves in these rituals, these ceremonies of death and plans for our corpses. Why not live instead? Is it the comfort of ritual, of having a plan, of knowing that, despite NO knowledge of the afterlife, our shells can be taken care of, and our loved ones are given an avenue for their grief?
I'm a Medicine student who looks at cadavers for knowledge. But we don't call them people, we don't refer to them as 'Mr. X's upper limb.' We call them specimens and without our knowledge, after the initial shock and inevitable fainting episodes, begin to coldly dissect and examine, poke and prod, watch videos of and attempt to physically learn the intricacies of the human body. Because that's all it becomes- a body. Tangible flesh, with once moving parts that served particular functions.
But would I donate my own body to medical pursuits? I don't know. I'm not sure what I think about the soul and the importance of maintaining the integrity of my body, even if it will just be burnt to ashes and scattered into the sea. That's a baseless idea I inherited from tradition, and despite my logical brain, it's something I have to consider.
I used to say, I had no fear of my own death, I just feared the deaths of those I love.
But then, that's still a fear of the unchangeable and inevitable. Loss and grief stem from a sense of personal loss, more often than not, and the shaking up of your own existence. Most often people grieve because they regret the mistakes they made and the time they did not spend.
I'm more concerned that they will not be happy, or comfortable, or well cared for when they most need it.
Geriatrics and palliative care are seen to be fairly depressing areas of Medicine. If you're not saving the patients life, what's the point? But I have realised in the past year that we aren't going to become doctor's so we can 'save lives,' though that is a wonderful ability to have. We're giving people more time, and better quality of life to live through that time.
I'm not afraid to die, and I would not want the people I leave behind to spend their days contemplating what could have been and what may have gone wrong. I won't be able to correct or console them. I don't think I will even know.
I think we should Live, while we still can.
Here's some Florence, to celebrate that we will be seeing her in concert next year.
Leave my body
I disregard death, thinking, why should I spend my waking hours contemplating his final embrace.
Is that too sexist of me? If woman brings life, then man must bring death. Man, in a general sense, and Men, in all their guns and gusto.
In the last few years the strange call of death has become audible to me. I've watched my parents grieve, and felt guilt, because I couldn't understand. I once read, that if you were to ask a person to write unashamedly, stream of conscious, all their thoughts, love, sex, God and death would be the prevailing themes. It's surprisingly true.
But I have always wondered- why? Why do we immerse ourselves in these rituals, these ceremonies of death and plans for our corpses. Why not live instead? Is it the comfort of ritual, of having a plan, of knowing that, despite NO knowledge of the afterlife, our shells can be taken care of, and our loved ones are given an avenue for their grief?
I'm a Medicine student who looks at cadavers for knowledge. But we don't call them people, we don't refer to them as 'Mr. X's upper limb.' We call them specimens and without our knowledge, after the initial shock and inevitable fainting episodes, begin to coldly dissect and examine, poke and prod, watch videos of and attempt to physically learn the intricacies of the human body. Because that's all it becomes- a body. Tangible flesh, with once moving parts that served particular functions.
But would I donate my own body to medical pursuits? I don't know. I'm not sure what I think about the soul and the importance of maintaining the integrity of my body, even if it will just be burnt to ashes and scattered into the sea. That's a baseless idea I inherited from tradition, and despite my logical brain, it's something I have to consider.
I used to say, I had no fear of my own death, I just feared the deaths of those I love.
But then, that's still a fear of the unchangeable and inevitable. Loss and grief stem from a sense of personal loss, more often than not, and the shaking up of your own existence. Most often people grieve because they regret the mistakes they made and the time they did not spend.
I'm more concerned that they will not be happy, or comfortable, or well cared for when they most need it.
Geriatrics and palliative care are seen to be fairly depressing areas of Medicine. If you're not saving the patients life, what's the point? But I have realised in the past year that we aren't going to become doctor's so we can 'save lives,' though that is a wonderful ability to have. We're giving people more time, and better quality of life to live through that time.
I'm not afraid to die, and I would not want the people I leave behind to spend their days contemplating what could have been and what may have gone wrong. I won't be able to correct or console them. I don't think I will even know.
I think we should Live, while we still can.
Here's some Florence, to celebrate that we will be seeing her in concert next year.
Leave my body
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