Diary of a newbie V

Shoes for toDay!

They Aldo!--My one stop online shop for fab shoes---yada yada yada!WEll, they just really match the post because really they are practical. maybe I just cant bring myself to settle for sore feet after lectures, Is it just me? Well, i wear flats everyday, was really tempted to get black on here but this just has the fab factor....now d post!

Med & Money
Taken! Med students never ever admit the fact that they are in med for the money. Maybe many aren’t but I bet a good number are. Everyone’s talking about the passion...what better driving force than the Kish! Ego! Kudi! Owo!-that really is the Passion. What’s more inspiring than a house in the Hamptons or the Caribbean? Or the H3...Lamborghinis? Private jets and yachts? Moet as water? Maybe the above options aren’t appealing enough for our more homemade and home loving counterparts- a big mansion in your village? A shot at being Anumanu III of Mbaise? Having the latest V boot in town? I can sense your drool from where I’m seated!
Sincerely many of us just want to be seen as good humans who want nothing but the best for the people but deep down we know better. What better explanation for the stamped fact that med students deal med & money! Making money is always the favourite pastime- we talking a 70% to 30% ratio here and the money makers are definitely not the lower rate. As prospective doctors, life couldn’t seem easier...a decent acknowledgeable pay while serving as an intern, and mostly a job readily available after grad. There would definitely be no better reward for staying in school 6 years + to get a degree and the sacrifice of living the rest of our lives inhaling the scent of iodine and izal-atleast for some. Whatever it be, I don't see money as being the wrong inspiration for a career in med because let’s face it, every career is based on making money. If you think otherwise, why then would our parents refer to education as an investment if it didn’t entail profit? I see no adverse effects if I have money on my mind and you have the sick in your mind and we all wind up being Doctors. We’d both still be treating the sick and getting the pay except I allow a large number of patients die due to my nonchalance considering the fact that I’m more intent on getting money-but that’s not going to happen because I have too much money on my mind to allow myself lose my license and eventually end up a pauper. Moreover, the fact that money serves as my driving force doesn’t mean I have no soft spot for the lives of Homo sapiens like me. So at the end there’s quite no difference except while studying my notes there’s a cloud of money hovering above my head and a cloud of crying kids in Liberia hovering over yours. Pulp and plain!
Ps. God remains the first inspiration...this is just a battle of mates.

Good people.Bad happeningS!

My blabbing continues. No vid at the mo', tried to dance but no..the legs not ready yet...shoes for today.stolen from someone's twitpic...so i dont have its details and all.Still obsessed with pastry but the Glamour continues..so i picked out something feminine! The shoes are soooo me...'cept the like 12inch heels..lol..ok they are not that high but i dont know if i can handle them.Would rock these in shades of purple..any day! Needing to get a purple collection of clothes. have no purple clothes as I''m new to the addiction...not. My rooms purple but then...more purple!
I wrote this today....have a lot i have written previously but this has to do with timing!

Diary of a newbie

Why? There are like a million reasons to ask why but I’m asking: why do bad things always happen to good people? You know really, I remember that stupid English teacher we would pray dead by Monday but it never happened-Last I saw of him Redworm was busy smiling and eying ex students but then that driver that understood that we were students and needed to get stuff into school to quench our hunger, well last I heard of him, R.I.P. Same goes for the man who made the most perfect Wednesday breakfast-buns...died before we could say Jack Robinson. Now I hear the ex President of Jumsa (Jos university medical student association) involved in some gas explosion lying critically burnt in some hospital. Yes! Francis (Jumsa) was there at the hospital to see me, called me a few times after that-okay not a few times...he tried and now this. And not forgetting me- I am a good person and I know it, if you disagree-you can like to go and fry akara! - Well I was involved in some silly bike-car accident, open fracture and all. So why the hell do Bad things happen to Good people. Beats me? Nah! I know why, at least I think so. You know when everybody was busy glooming around about my leg I figured it out.

1. We can never appreciate the good without the bad. We’d simply waddle in good and never realise that we are blessed to enjoy the good because without bad, good is just inexistent. Gane?(hausa-dig?) I’m trying to say without other colours, white wouldn’t even be named because there will be no need.

2. Allow me delve into spirituality- many times these things happen because God lets them...he never creates these situations, he just allows them because at those times we need to know that he is there watching over...dig? I just had an open fracture and all...true that but then what stopped me from losing my leg that day or worse more getting killed- the BIG guy above. Believe it or not, I needed a wakeup call!-Yeh you will most likely believe.

3. These things happen to point out the things and people that really matter. Might sound like the usual but standing beside people at difficult times isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, as a friend maybe but when you are not for real, most likely it won’t work. It’s not about coming over to see how a friends doing but then the difference is clear...pretence doesn’t work much here!

4. My final point! They say to jump over a high wall you have to take a few steps back...you need that determination from failure to take the big leap into success...Yes, the reason why most children born with the golden spoon die in unprocessed wooden caskets...they never have a feel of what failure is. After the storm comes sunlight, after drought comes the heavy rains...whichever way it’s said...life will become way better after the series of unfortunate events that seems like it will never end.

Get well soon Francis Ayomoh, me too. I will be praying for both of us but for you more.