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[aug 3rd, 2009 >>4:16pm] |
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can anybody hear me? i'm dying. and i don't know what i'm fighting for. fighting to prove that i'm not dumb, fighting to catch up with my super smart boyfriend, fighting to be a good physiotherapist, fighting to pass to get through the semester, fighting because i love physio and i want to do well? maybe all of the above, minus the last reason. because no, i don't think i love physio. not yet anyway. or rather, i'm just competitive. and it's going to be a tough pill to swallow, when i don't do well again.
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[jul 29th, 2009 >>3:00pm] |
From time to time, i'll think whether i'm in the right course. i dont exactly LOVE what i'm doing now, or maybe it's just the initial stage, where everything's so boring. but yeah, all that we're learning now, is our foundation. and i need a good foundation. i need to actually believe that physio is my calling so that i can go all in. physio's not easy, certainly isn't. i think it's just gonna get worse. i need to keep the faith, i need to believe that i can do it, that i have it in me. that nothing at all is going to stop me from doing this. i hope clinicals ain't as scary as they make it out to be, i want to remember all the muscles, their origins and insertions. i want to remember the physiology, anatomy of our body. i dont want to mix the origins and insertions of the muscles up. i want to do this well. God help me, any kind of help would do.
Help. Because there's no turning back.
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| Keep fighting. |
[jul 28th, 2009 >>8:50pm] |
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"When you’re at that point, when you feel it’s all pointless… It’s not. The trick is to just keep doing it, that’s how you succeed in the end. It’s the secret to life, do anything often enough, and for long enough, and you get good at it. So keep on. Keep writing. Keep painting. Keep singing. Keep dancing. Keep fighting. Keep. On."
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| Because you matter. |
[jul 25th, 2009 >>1:58am] |
I am trying to remember the night at vivo when we first went out, the first time you sent me home on 855, the silly silly grin on your face when you first told me that you loved me, colgate boy, koreanchicken/yakitori/daoxiaomian eating, night safari and the ride home, where you told me to stick my hand out of the window and feel the breeze, provence, kinder bueno, seoul garden with jh, fisherman's wharf, all the times you made me laugh and taught me about life,
All the knitty gritty stuff. I'm trying not to let my friends' opinions get to me because ultimately it is between the two of us. But don't outsiders see stuff we don't. but i'm trying to tell myself to trust you and me, to trust us, to keep the faith.
I don't know whether i'm believing all that, or whether it's because it's stuff i need to hear right now. but in any case, thank you S.
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