A Desperate Plea

This is a desperate plea to my brain to hang in there; to stay strong and vigilant, and to not collapse under pressure. There comes a point in our lives where our brains just shut down. Normally, even when you think you're not "thinking", there are a billion little minions (yes, I'm referring to the epic Despicable Me minions) running around in your head. There's always that feeling that there is some form of "noise" inside your head. It's not the annoying kind, its the kind where you know your brain is active.

But then there are days when the "noise" is completely nonexistent. Well, that day has arrived. The little adorable minions in my head have reached their saturation level. Information to my little minions is like ice cream to them - for those of you who got this reference, let me just take a minute to acknowledge your awesomeness. You're a Despicable Me fan, and for that, you are one hella of a fella! And for those of you who don't get it, tsk tsk tsk. That's all I have to say to you; tsk tsk tsk - so basically, my brain has had too much ice cream.

Story of my life!

So brain, I am begging you to stay alive and noisy. I've got a couple more topics to cover in a short amount of time, and somehow manage to fall asleep to give YOU the ability to think and answer during the exam. Let's do this together; let's help one another; let me be the Ron to your Harry (or Harry to your Hermione, or Ron to your Hermione?...Aaaah, they all kinda work!) and overcome this hassle of a midterm tomorrow. How does that sound? Sounds good right? Showing that midterm who's boss?

And yes readers, it's very normal for people to talk to their brains. It's totally ok and ordinary; don't judge me, I've got an exam tomorrow.

Wish me luck!

P.S. My brain could only muster writing that for now. 

What to say...?

I've always been intrigued by the idea of a blog, and I thought it would be the best outlet for me to just blab and let loose. I finally decided to start one, designed it, found the best name for it, planned out the fonts and all the itty bitty details; and then I just stared at this white blank page for ages (keep in mind this decision was made almost 3 months ago)

Today I've decided to finally sit my ass down and start writing. 

Hmmm, how do I start? Well first and foremost, I'll be talking a lot about being in medschool. It's a huge part of my life, and the one thing that pushed me over the edge into my abyss of insanity. Mind you, I'm not complaining. I like my insanity. I mean cmon, have you ever met a "sane" doctor?...

...Yeeeeeah, me neither.

I'd also like to point out that I come from a somewhat traditional and conservative society. Luckily for me, I lived abroad for almost 8 years of my life. When I came back, my oh my talk about culture shock! It was mostly this whole concept of "3aib", a common word used in the Middle East to explain something as "unacceptable" or "shameful". I hated the word, and still do! It's because of this idea they have of accepting something to be 3aib for no good reason. No logical basis, no religious basis, just a word used to describe what society deems right. I don't like to judge others, so of course I'd hate to be judged based on silly reasonings. 

With that said, let me make one thing clear; I have a crazy amount of pride in being Arab. I do not hate what we stand for, and I honestly believe that people have judged us based on misconceptions. We are a strong, opinionated and proud bunch people; features I like to strut around. With all our flaws, craziness and irrationality; all those years abroad, I always longed to come back. Home will always be home, no matter how crazy it is. 

So...now I can finally say I posted something, and hopefully this is only the beginning of many ramblings to come. So beware people! When I start, I doubt I'd want to stop.

Till next time! Adios!