I've been listening to John Legend's song "All of Me" a lot lately. It's such a beautiful song, super romantic, a little bit cheesy, but I love it. It's like that song was made on purpose to propose someone. I did a research, then I found out that "All of Me" was made by John Legend when he was about to propose to his wife. Awww she's so lucky.
Listening to some romantic songs makes me want to make a playlist (I already made that playlist on my iPod, it's called the ******* playlist. Silly name, you don't want to know more about that). Here's some of the song:
John Legend - All of Me
Bruno Mars - Marry You
Extreme - More than Words
Train - Marry Me
Zedd - Find You
Brian McKnight - Marry Your Daughter
Justin Timberlake - Mirrors
Katy Perry - Teenage Dream
Zedd - Clarity
The Beatles - All My Loving
Bryan Adams - Heaven
Christina Perri - A Thousand Years
Journey - Faithfully
Kristen Bell - Love is an Open Door
Bee Gees - How Deep is Your Love
The Beatles - Hold Me Tight
Michael Bublé - Everything
Frank Sinatra - I'll be Seeing You
Aerosmith - I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing
Phil Collins - You'll be in My Heart
So... Dear future boyfriend, if you ever want to propose to me, please kindly play at least one of those song. I'll say yes.
Love,
Ms. D
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Sorry, Mom.
My mom asked me if I want to join her and my sister on a vacation to somewhere that's far away this semester break. It'll take time more than a week. I told her I don't want to, since I already have a plan to go on a hike with my friends. The look on her eyes when I told her that I don't want to go was... So sad. I couldn't stand it, so I rushed to my bathroom immediately.
You see, I didn't travel a lot during high school. Yes, I went to UAE. And Oman. We stayed in a hotel near a beautiful beach. Oman is awesome. I mean, I didn't travel with my friends. My mom wouldn't allow me. Now that I've reached legal age, my mom (finally) let me do (almost) anything that I want, as long as I consider any consequences that comes with anything I'm going to do.
She did it. She raised me right. I wasn't 16 and pregnant. I'm not a teen mom. I'm well-educated. I don't do drugs. I don't get drunk with boys (you know what drinks lead to). But I feel like I've lost my teenage years. When my dad passed away years ago, I told myself not to do stupid things so my mom won't get disappointed. I didn't go to my friends' parties, I didn't date, I spent my Saturday nights at home, I act like a 35yo woman, I wasn't a troubled teen, and the most important thing is, I didn't disappoint my mom.
I'm in college now, I'm a young adult (what's the difference between teenager and young adult?) and I finally able to go anywhere with my friends. Am I doing the right thing? I want to feel like a teenager. I want to feel alive. I want to have adventures so I'll have something to remember and tell my children.
I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to make you sad. Hope you'll understand why I did what I did.
Love,
Ms. D
You see, I didn't travel a lot during high school. Yes, I went to UAE. And Oman. We stayed in a hotel near a beautiful beach. Oman is awesome. I mean, I didn't travel with my friends. My mom wouldn't allow me. Now that I've reached legal age, my mom (finally) let me do (almost) anything that I want, as long as I consider any consequences that comes with anything I'm going to do.
She did it. She raised me right. I wasn't 16 and pregnant. I'm not a teen mom. I'm well-educated. I don't do drugs. I don't get drunk with boys (you know what drinks lead to). But I feel like I've lost my teenage years. When my dad passed away years ago, I told myself not to do stupid things so my mom won't get disappointed. I didn't go to my friends' parties, I didn't date, I spent my Saturday nights at home, I act like a 35yo woman, I wasn't a troubled teen, and the most important thing is, I didn't disappoint my mom.
I'm in college now, I'm a young adult (what's the difference between teenager and young adult?) and I finally able to go anywhere with my friends. Am I doing the right thing? I want to feel like a teenager. I want to feel alive. I want to have adventures so I'll have something to remember and tell my children.
I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to make you sad. Hope you'll understand why I did what I did.
Love,
Ms. D
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Why?
I didn't know why I decided to enroll in medical school. I mean, it takes a lot of work, a lot of time, a lot of money, sweat, and tears (seriously, there were times when you couldn't understand any of your lectures and all that you could do was cry).
People ask me (a lot), why did I enroll here? Well, I just did. It's not the best answer, but that's all that I can say. I wanted to be a metallurgy engineer like my grandma (she's the first woman in my country who majored in metallurgy and mechanical engineering. Wow. Just wow) or a nuclear engineer like my grandpa (he was an architect, too. My mom said that he could make a bunker!). Or a chef. I cook very well. My knife skills are great.
I told my mom that I wanted to be a chef, but she didn't (still doesn't!) like the idea of me being a chef. She even said to me once that I'm going to end up working in some fast food chains. How mean.
So here I am. A medical student. It's a looooong journey. 7 semesters of sweat and tears to get your undergraduate degree, plus 4 semesters of (even more) sweat and tears to be a general practitioner. Wait, there's more! 8-10 semesters of medical specialty education to become a medical specialist. Soooo I will be 25 years old (7.5 years of medical school plus 2 years of internship) when I'm able to support myself.
I have a biology test tomorrow and I haven't studied anything yet. Instead of studying, I'm writing this post. I guess it's time to do what I have to do. Goodnight!
Love,
Ms. D
People ask me (a lot), why did I enroll here? Well, I just did. It's not the best answer, but that's all that I can say. I wanted to be a metallurgy engineer like my grandma (she's the first woman in my country who majored in metallurgy and mechanical engineering. Wow. Just wow) or a nuclear engineer like my grandpa (he was an architect, too. My mom said that he could make a bunker!). Or a chef. I cook very well. My knife skills are great.
I told my mom that I wanted to be a chef, but she didn't (still doesn't!) like the idea of me being a chef. She even said to me once that I'm going to end up working in some fast food chains. How mean.
So here I am. A medical student. It's a looooong journey. 7 semesters of sweat and tears to get your undergraduate degree, plus 4 semesters of (even more) sweat and tears to be a general practitioner. Wait, there's more! 8-10 semesters of medical specialty education to become a medical specialist. Soooo I will be 25 years old (7.5 years of medical school plus 2 years of internship) when I'm able to support myself.
I have a biology test tomorrow and I haven't studied anything yet. Instead of studying, I'm writing this post. I guess it's time to do what I have to do. Goodnight!
Love,
Ms. D
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