Thursday, December 04, 2008
oooh, pretty.
guess who has a new layout?
i think it's adorable.
and i really wanted a change.
this is it.
and the things on the side are clickable!
so the c-box is now under tagboard.
you probably could've worked that out.
med interview was so good.
i was a lot calmer than last time.
i didn't get any of the questions i expected to.
and it was really short.
i was the first person called in again.
which is getting really annoying.
it happened at unsw as well.
so we pretty much talked about
1. why medicine?
2. experience?
3. teamwork?
4. stress?
5. scenario - boy dies from passive inhalation.
6. detech - the pH scale.
7. active listening - irina the ballerina.
i felt really professional and i didn't sound too stupid.
and i just told them everything.
i decided not to hide.
which is a major deal for me.
i just feel really good about it.
i could've done better, but i'm not falling into that trap.
i might be seeing hsm3 tomorrow
ZAC EFRON BABY.
okay, that's something you don't say in public, yeah?
damn.
um, poetry, right.
i hate making promises like this.
and then having to keep them.
sigh.
i was looking at my old work today,
the blogs, the poems, from when i was
with you, and i couldn't believe what i wrote.
it's not that i thought myself foolish for loving you,
i can forgive myself for that mistake,
it's that i changed for you, blamed myself
for your flaws just to keep us together,
claimed the silence was my fault, took the fall
for the lack of trust between us when it wasn't me
who was saying stupid things, i never said that
i never loved you, that i wouldn't bleed
if you walked away from me, that you should
push your boundaries just a little bit further
for my own physical gratification, no,
but i let myself think that. and i cried, i cried
when it was over? well, now, i believe
that we have to mess up to realise just
how strong we are, how beautiful we are,
and, through all the pain you blessed me with,
i can kick you in the balls with no regret.
leave the last line alone.
i like it.
peace out and God bless.
lovelove, jess xxxx
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