Post exam is the best time to do all the things you're not allowed to do on regular daily basis. I'm on a strict diet of one meal a day and a jog in the evening for the whole month, but fuck it, it's post exam day, I'm going to eat cake and rice and chocolate and watch Star Wars trilogy back to back and play the uke all night long.
(Also, if I pause The Empire Strikes Back for you while in the middle of a marathon, then you are one special (annoying) bastard because I don't pause movies in the middle of a marathon except for pee breaks.)
I notice that people are always surprised to find me a pleasant person to talk to. I've noticed this since the first year of medical school, but even more so during the past year since I've had to span out and make new friends out of my regular classes. I've had girls looking at me like I have 8 noses whenever I start a conversation with them, like they didn't think I'm capable of a polite conversation. It could be because I don't wear hijab or that I walk around with a bad ass face or that I give out a general grumpy vibe. Whatever it is, it's pretty amusing to watch them be awkward.
Recently, we didn't have electricity in the house for one and half day and during those blackout moments I got to thinking about how shamefully dependant I am on the social networks on the internet. I kept checking my Facebook on my iPhone every 5 minutes and wondering what's going on in Twitter 'world' like it's the most logical thing to wonder about when you're 21 and perfectly healthy with the whole wide world to bask in and not to mention the opportunity to join/watch a full blown protest which was going on right in front of the house. Then I saw my shelf, full of beautiful books with a hundred even more wonderful 'worlds' waiting to be read and a little dead part of me woke up. I want to be a product of great books, not a product of Twitter.
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The first thing I said when I heard this song was "I want to marry this song".
But seriously, I love this song.
Especially the part "Share with me the sun, you forget sometimes it's yours."
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