Sunday, July 17, 2011

Superman VS Batman

Superman’s weakness rests in an exterior object called kryptonite.
Batman’s weakness lies in his soul.
Superman fights crime to preserve the goodness of the human condition.
Batman fights crime out of a cathartic rage to revenge his demons.
Superman is the man of steel.
Batman is the man of rage.
Who would you rather fight?

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

What will People say?

First of all, let me make one thing clear. When I say "people", I'm not referring to either relatives or friends.
No. I'm referring to "public opinion". I mean, just take a moment and count the times when you do something that is considered wrong, or you have a "bad" habit, and your mother asked you "What will people say?". What she meant is that public opinion (people) would disapprove your actions or habits.
Personally I think we shouldn't care a lot about "what will people say", because they always see things from a certain point of view, and will judge you wrong.
Here's an example: A boy is walking downtown with his girlfriend, and suddenly an old man is trying to hit on her. The boy reacts, and the old man demands for a fight. Now, if they fight and the boy kicks the shit out of the old man, people will say "Oh my gosh, look at the punk! Beating up a poor old man like this! Shame on you!". If the old man wins, which is something that happens occasionally, then people will say "Hahaha, that wuss got his ass kicked by a weak old man!"
I hope you get my point.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Medical Practice

I've spent the past 6 months practicing my medical knowledge and skills on the Intensive Care Unit of a hospital named after a famous politician, George Gennimatas.
To be honest, when I first started, on the 1st of October, 2010 and for 1, maybe 2 months, I wasn't very much into it. I used to think of practice as just a boring and tiresome task, nothing more. I was even counting the days I had left to complete it, one by one.
Eventually I got to know the people who work there better. To be honest I don't like all of them, but we are all part of the same team. We are all like "brothers in arms" or something like that. And, for God's shake, we are the Elite! We are not working on a simple Hospital ward, but on the ICU! I gotta admit that sometimes it's tough and we face problems, people are dieing -both old and young- but each time we save a life, I feel like I took part on something big, something glorious, one could say. I feel proud each time I put my uniform on.
Now the semester is almost over, and at the end of this month I will finish my practice. I still don't know how I feel about it! Relieved and nostalgic at the same time!
One thing is for sure: I learned a lot of useful stuff in there, I faced and surpassed many of my fears about hospitals and I'm sure I will miss most of the people I'm working with.