Lips of a liar.
A friend and I were discussing the Hinder song the other day ("Lips of An Angel").
Well, my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice say my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weakI don't know what annoys me more, this song, or the fact that lots of girls love this song.
Everytime I hear this song I want to cry "bastard!"
How dare he cheat on his girlfriend. I can just imagine her asking him, "who were you talking to?" in that meek scared way when girls know something is up. And the annoyed tone in which he would lie about how it was work or his mother, or the defensive anger he would take on about how she doesn't trust him which would make her feel worse, when all the time she was right.
Or the false hope he gives to the girl who's not his girlfriend, calling her honey and angel when he obviously doesn't want her enough to dump his current flame. It scares me how many girls I know are so naive as to think that the cheating men love them more than their wives/girlfriends, and actually feel smug about being more favoured, in some twisted female competitiveness kind of way. How mistaken they are to think that this is actually romantic, that they love each other but can't be together. How blind they are to the guy's blatant selfishness and disregard for anyone except himself.
Girls you are worth more than half a man's love. And if you're the guy in the Hinder song - good luck to you if you ever come across me.
"I got a lot to lose and I'm betting high so I'm begging you
Before it ends tell me where to begin."
- Criminal, Fiona Apple.
"There are chance meetings with strangers that interest us from the first moment, before a word is spoken."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky
(
Crime and Punishment, Part I Chapter II)
Tell you a story?
The portrait of one's own life can be collated in a series of memories; the understanding of another's life by listening to a montage of anedotes - little things that makes one laugh, makes one remember. From these we look back and reminisce on the moments worth such reflection.
We, the brand new interns, year 7's of the hospital, have been trying to fix the $15000 fully automated coffee machine. We've scrubbed it up, called the maintenence guy, bought new coffee.
Our seniors were still not happy. "So how do you get to choose between skim and whole milk?" There was only one milk tube - you would have to take the tube out, take the orginal milk out of the "coffee machine fridge", replace it with the skim milk, put the whole milk back to the other fridge to keep it from going off. Etc etc.
Later that afternoon I get a call from my friend. He's got something to show me, he's grinning like an idiot. He shows me a 3 way urinary catheter. I don't understand why he's so excited. He points to one end and says "skim", turns the tap on the line and says "whole milk".
He went to operating theatres to take a urinary catheter (a new sterile one of course) and plugged it to our coffee machine so we could switch between skim and whole milk with the catheter tap! Ingenious - I couldn't stop laughing.
I'm loving my new job, because I love the people that I work with. They make me laugh, hear my gripes, keep me sane.
I love the girls who page me at 5pm to ask if I'm going to Abs, Butts and Thighs with them at the gym we signed up for together.
I love our payday Friday dinners and drinks.
I love my Bond-girl looking advanced reg who gives me her sticky date pudding recipe, my boss who now turns off the taps when lathering his hands because I said I couldn't concentrate when people left the tap running when there was a drought.
I love my reg who takes me to coffee every day as we have long conversations about books, and food.
I love my medical student from Germany who bought us a box of cookies to accompany our morning coffees, asked the coffee lady to keep them behind the counter so we could put them back and eat them again the next day, and cutest of all, put a German word on the box as a "password" so that no one else would be able to "access" the cookies.
And I love how we're using a catheter to fix the coffee machine.
Time flies when you're having fun. It's been 8 weeks already? No....
