TTT: Good Intentions, Bad Habits

After a short hiatus, I am joining up with Top Ten Tuesday at The Broke and the Bookish again. This week we discuss our top (or should I say bottom) ten bookish confessions.

I’m not really into the whole “must-feel-guilty-about-something” way of life, so I wasn’t 100% sure if this list would really accomplish anything, but here goes.

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TTT: “Grow old along with me…”

I’ve had the opportunity to meet a lot of people through my blog – but I do think that blogs have the potential to give a very flat view of the person behind the posts. That’s the allure of blogs, isn’t it? You can portray who you want to portray…

Today’s TTT is “Top Ten Posts On Your Blog That Would Give The BEST Picture of YOU”. So, for those who want to know this barefooted South African medical student-reader-loudmouth better: this is the masterlist. Note that I chose a lot of posts that were written quite some time ago; but they are still valid.

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TTT: “Don’t You Remember?” and an OUreadathon Update

Books have always had a massive influence on my life, and I sometimes wonder if I hated my first three years of university so much because I forgot to read.

In truth, I have difficulty understanding how people could not enjoy reading, but… I try my best not to be judgmental. Because I am full of sentiment, I decided to use this week’s TTT freebie with The Broke and the Bookish to reminisce on my Top Ten Bookish Memories.

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Emo Compliment

© Tim Burton

Was not going to post for some time. Blogging seems to be inhibiting my productivity. Like now, when I’m supposed to be in bed already since I need to be in hospital before 6am tomorrow.

Also, Internal Medicine is killing me. Our firm is crazy busy with way too few students and a whole lot of nonsense I can’t really go into right now. And some super-rude patients.

But during our Call last night, I made a comment to the registrar about how one patient’s daughter seems to fancy herself some kind of unofficial doctor. Which is true.

To which the reg responded (laughingly),

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This time I shall blog properly…

So… I have a new blog.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a crappy blogger. In fact, I’m a pretty decent writer (not so great at 03:00 in the morning, but still pretty decent). It’s just that things like privacy and embarassment tend to get in the way.

I think I may have it figured out though. You get to know who I am, where I am from, and so on. I share things that are relevant, but without compromising anybody. So nom-de-plumes and descriptions are used for other individuals in this story. Hence, protection of their integrity and my (possibly expanding) ass.

So anyway, you should click on my ABOUT page (click the word; really, it works) if you want to know more about me. It doesn’t say much more than over here, but there’s a nice picture taken by my good friend who claims that his ability to make people look pretty is what means he’ll only ever be a friend (more about him later).

Short version: Med student, second year, funfunfun, fearfearfear, good med school, interesting childhood (well I think so anyways).

If you check at the bottom of this page, you’ll see a mock comment. It was put there for me as an example by the kind folks at WordPress.com. I’m supposed to log in and delete the comment, but I figured it’s kind of cool to have a comment on my first post before I even typed anything. What’s really cool though are real comments.

Real bloggers love real comments. ‘strue. Even critique.

Aaaaah. Oh, and by the way:

  1. Copyright. It exists. If the plagiarism police don’t find you, I will.
  2. Nothing I say can be considered the official statement of any institution with which I may or may not be associated. I’ll fix a little disclaimer into my footer soon.

But for now, I have class in five hours and I fear my Circadian rhythm may be busy resetting itself. Thus I bid thee:

Good night

(So eloquent of me, I know. Yawn…)