Another Day

And yet I find myself repeating my weeks over and over again..

I can tell you how my day will be tomorrow, how it was yesterday, and how it will be next week...

This monotonous life eating away at my bones..

Is this it? I will get into med school, spend hours and hours studying, then get into a fellowship, work at a hospital, get married, have kids and then die.

Sounds fantastic.

Ethics, Fear, and the Like

Michael Gelb says in his book about the world's greatest geniuses:

The search for morality should be the of the upmost importance in our lives, even if it makes us feel uncomfortable.

One day, it would be nice to break from the chains of comfort and experience new feelings...
but we all have fears.

Going a bit further....I begin to ask myself, "What would I do if I had no fear????"

I am Blessed

I am so blessed with so much.

My family and friends are the greatest blessings that I have.

Hamdulilah :)

The below post was a response for an MCAT question...I thought what better way to express my views and drilling on these difficult questions than on my blog..

Questions/Comments/Concerns would be appreciated :)

In a free and open society, censorship of the press can never be justified

In order for a society to claim to be open and free, this statement suggests that the press must have unlimited freedom to disseminate information or opinions to the public.

Censorship comes in forms ranging from purposeful exclusion of information to imprisonment of those who choose to voice their concerns or opinions that contradict common ideology.

A free society should allow its press to express ideas, concerns, or information to the public. A country that silences its citizens' right to speak freely is not a free society because it strips away the fundamental right to free speech. Take, for example, Venezuela where the press has been under constant scrutiny by President Hugo Chavez. Anyone who voices criticism of the government can be sentenced to imprisonment for up to 20 months.

On the other hand, there are times when a free society should limit the press when national security is at risk. Under this umbrella, laws should be enforced to prevent disclosure of undercover CIA operatives. The exposure of these workers will not only put them in harms way, but will also botch U.S. efforts to protect its citizens.

The deciding factor that justifies press censorship is whether or not national security is at risk.

Is it just me, or am I the only one to find this HILARIOUS

Dick Cheney, our Vice President..shoots a man...a 78 year old man....in the face

The last time that has happened in history was when Vice President Aaran Burr shot Alexander Hamilton in a duel.

The only difference is that back then, it was for reasons of honor, integrity, and political prowress...but now it is because Cheney was duck hunting...now that, is funny!

(idea from the Daily Show)

He's Just Not that Into You

Ok, so throughout this book, the saying in the title is said over and over and over

HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOUUUUUUUUUUU


ah hah! Quite refreshing....like cherry limonade

The Deception of the Outside Cover

Yesterday, I received news that an old classmate of mine committed suicide. He had called my cousin a week before, asking her why she had not visited him at his work. Then a week later, he shot himself in the head with a gun.

He was a really handsome guy, an all-American blue eyed, blond hair social type...the type you would think would not have ended his life so early.

Life can be trying to say the least..I have had my share of rough days where all I want to do is crawl in a little hole and wait until everything blows over...

If only he hung in there he would have realized that what doesn't kill you really makes you stronger.

May God show mercy on him and all of us.

After all these years..

After years of attempting to have nice handwriting, today i haved decided to just let go!

One more thing...

Just to clarify....

Scene: university biostatistics class
Time: 9am
Who: me, a friend sitting in the front row seats

out of nowhere:

Guy A: "Would you like old copies of Zoology tests?"

Me: "Uhhh...I am not taking Zoology."

Friend next to me: "Zeina, say yes, say yes, I want those tests.."

Point: Why does guy I don't know want to help me out?

Question of the Week: Is man inheritantly good?

One day I will address this question.

Bluttering

If you were to fail, wouldn't it be better than always wondering, "What if?"

So it's 1am on a Saturday night...I just got home from an unexpected Valentine's party where I tried, for the first time, strawberry chocolate fondue..let's just say it was lovely and keep it at that..

Excuse me, yes I am a little scatter brained....why do I have to conform to conciseness all the time?

I would rather be criticized than complimented....tonight, I felt irritated by some compliment...sincere or not, I wonder what his/her motive is...lately, it just feels like so many people are trying to flatter me...OK, i know what you're thinking, but if only you knew...it's just, well, mundane..

Beauty. There are some girls who are so sweet and nice on the inside, but guess what? THEY AIN'T GETTIN' ANY...you know why? Because they don't fit the image of beauty....

That's another thing, if I was trapped in a big girl's body...would I still have guys complimenting me, holding doors open, smiling, offering me school books, free tutoring, free coffee, lessons, ...yadda yadda yadda...??

drumroll please: NOPE

Because we, yes you looking at the computer screen, and me, and anyone you know are all victims/prepetrators of enjoying to look at something/one beautiful..

that's not a crime

I just wonder if the nice girl's I met will also have their chance at love

Is the physical that important? No. Because I have come across some beautiful people in my day, and guess what? After spending one hour with them, I would rather take a stroll on hot coal...good night

The Irony of Love

But you made of me
A dream thing
That you pleased yourself
By worshipping

You looked at my face
And never knew
What in my heart
I asked of you

And so I said,
"It is only a game
To give to a dream
A face and a name

While the woman I am
And the man you are
Are as far apart
As star and star."

By: Louise Driscoll

The Irony of Love

Gotta be More than This

Fill my coffee cup and head out the door.

I am gonna take my chances for what I am looking for...

I have got some things to do before I die..



Well, I intended to write something insightful but instead, I am sitting eating my raspberry dressing salad with the Grammy's on.

Then this song came up and it fit right into what I wanted to say.

Please, just shoot me now

I can't take it anymore! That's it. Ce n'est pas possible. Khalas. Ich habe kopf schmerzven. Arrete! Stoppppppp....


One more day of learning Spanish with the fools will just kill me.

Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed.
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired;
For then my thoughts from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and myself no quiet find.

-Shakespeare

Time Waits for Noone

This is absolutely ridiculous, time is racing by, taking no heed to anyone but itself.

I had another interesting day at the clinic. One of my patients was on drugs and I am almost certain that his urine sample was diluted with water.

My new research project is actually interesting. Although it is not benchwork, which is what I enjoy most, it involve verifying a new program that searches and identifies genes in our genome...this will be a handy tool to use when looking at unmined genomes such as the dog genome, which has recently been updated.

Anywho, MCAT is approaching soon, and all I can say is that it is going to be an uneventful semester indeed.

Teta

My grandmother is in the hospital. She has been at bedrest for fourteen years and last night, I found out that she has a severe infection. She has a bedsore that is about 3x3 inches wide and 2 inches deep. The nurse that visits her knew about this for 4 damn weeks....and I wonder if Teta was given proper treatment.

Everytime I look into her murky eyes, I feel deep sorrow and helplessness. I knew things could have been better for her.

I do not know my grandma, nor my grandpa....on either parents' side....how pathetic