Sunday, June 26, 2011


First year of medical school was a whirlwind. To say you have a busy calendar feels like the biggest understatement of the century. Post high-school and upon entering medical school, perhaps you expect to meet compassionate people ready to save the world. People who are living somewhat healthier and more sophisticated lifestyles, without a la Société Dramatique... WRONG!

Turn the world up side down!
It is like the coldest, merciless, and stormiest mood disorder. Nothing like highschool at all, but regressively more like kindergarden. In fact it is resembling of a Zoo. It is a doctorhood. There are the flock of seaguls, the woodpeckers of mistrust, the night owls, the fierce cat family and the fish in the pond.

As for surviving (and) the immense amounts of knowledge one is required to learn, either you develop an allergy to failiure or tolerance and apathy, the last virtues of a dying society.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The armor of love

Love is with the one who soothens your mind, erases your fears, touches your heart, warmthens your cold, covers your wounds and protects your weakness. One who makes you forget yesterdays and cares for your everydays. One who enlightens your mind, revives your heart and enlivens your soul.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Soulfully red

An allergic girl is sensitive to Red coloring. Strawberries, cherries and tomatoes. Red for love, passion and fury. The color of strong emotions. But on the contrary to what one might expect, an allergy will not make her love it any less. In fact maybe that is why the color is so appealing and unresistable to her in the first place. Because Red feeds an emotional soul.