Had a fun movie outing with 3 girls and 2 guys to watch In Time. Thank goodness there's only one couple there that would remind me of him. It's pain in the ass to watch couples in love when you're in a long-distance relationship,never mind the fact that it is 12500miles apart.Being in a different time zone sort of tunes my body into an auto-NJ clock. It rings at the most inappropriate hours, and it winds down just when he wakes up to sunshine. Being a medical student doesn't help much either, with all the long hours in ward and lethargy seems to hit at the most inconvenient hours.
But still, I'm loving every moment with him, being with him is like lounging on a couch with a bar of chocolate and a good ol' intriguing novel, with warm blankie and sound of rain pattering down the windowsill. It's the peace and quiet from the all the hectic routines and endless rote memorization that I love most.
A sudden realization dawn on me when I was watching In Time. It was a mere memory of myself from the past but it hit on quite hard, a smart rap on the head like Prof M does it on everyone. Would I still be hanging on to the past, like what I have been doing all these while, or would I start to grow up and listen to my own heart like it should have for the last 22 years and 355 days? Time is something that I've always take for granted. It has always, another day for me, another week, month or year, thinking that I have many of them to come.
But realistically speaking, no one knows when exactly we will leave this world. I would have many many things to be done but being a perfectly healthy girl, I wouldn't think much about life and death as much as a person should at my age. It's called pessimistic ain't it if I were to start thinking about it?
Everyone takes things for granted, young people eat unbalanced food thinking that it's okay to flood the body with grease and chemicals, leaving another day to the deadline of assignments, and couples bickering like they have a lifetime to do it. It's pretty much annoying to me because to hear those bickering, to hear those tiny arguments and conflicts drains the positive chi around me. It matters not what you are bickering about, but its those piercing words and raised tones that irritates me, why the hell do you even wanna raise your tone at someone you love?
Okay, I might have overreacted but believe me when I say I have my share of crazy arguments when I was young. Now, it's time to grow up and stop acting so melodramatically over small matters.
Off for dinner with a couple of great friends, will miss them so much when medical school is finally over!
