Tuesday, January 31, 2012

我只是一个22岁的少男...

乘着新年带来的喜悦,
很开朗的面对即将来临的考试。
然而,
今天的 消息抹杀了整个气氛,
犹如放晴的天空,
突然布满乌云...

Elective posting本来是好事,
但偏偏我倒霉,
不懂要如何找时间去参与。
那也就算了吧。
更紧张的是,
我只像个寄主,
现在无依无靠,
毫无养分的情况下,
还要硬着头皮面对迎面而来的狂风暴雨。
寄生虫,
原来只在我这里栖息。
它们飞了,走了,
我懵然不知,
留下我愚昧的守着,
无人的绿林。

飞禽走兽都搬迁了。
还以为会和寄生虫会一起搬走的我,
陷入水深火热的状态。
野火烧着来了,
我能不能连根拔起,
还是个未知数。
它们搬了,
搬去一个快乐的天堂。
我也,
渐渐的被遗忘。
想当天那么的和我要好,
以为会同甘共苦的寄生虫,
如今却素不相识。

我连累了我的树叶,
他们也有被火烧尽的可能性。
事到如今,
抱歉只是一种嘲笑;
关心也不过是种讽刺。

我想当个平常人,
平常的医学学生,
安心地去考试,
过个正常的生活。
我只不过是个22岁的少男...

奕斌
407pm

Thursday, January 26, 2012

流泪了




每当思念你的日子
如此思念着你的日子里
想念你 又流泪了
哽咽着终于还是咽下了
我爱你 这句话
随风放飞-遥寄远方
那句 我想你
无法言传的话语化成了一声长长的叹息
流逝在我心间

奕斌
600pm

像个傻瓜,独自呢喃你的名字。笑了好久,哭了好久,渐渐的陷入梦乡...

















双手空空跌坐在柔软的沙堆里,好疼...我大声呼喊,我抓狂,跑了又跑,还是在无边无际的沙漠里团团转。阵阵狂沙向我扑过来,让眼睛都睁不开。像小孩,一屁股坐在沙上。寂寞不断蹂躏我的灵魂;思绪徘徊在遥远的天空。

我又茫然了,也懵然了。我需要方向,更需要依靠...想醒过来,但始终没法做到...


奕斌
540pm

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Breathing Penang Air

Yeah...back in penang after yesterday's sad case ( decided to return to KL after being stuck in the massive jam. Traveled only 20+ km after 3 hours...zzz) . Arrived here at 830am.

Ah...what a nice feeling to start the Chinese New Year. Books free for at least 4 days =)

The morning air seems to be fresher than ever, perhaps due to the joyous mood surrounding me.

Hello Penang !















Heading back to the island from the Penang Bridge


















On my right side. Can u spot Komtar?


















Coastal highway















Komtar! with 1st Avenue in the picture and Prangin Mall behind it


Aw...i miss Penang >.<


Yikping
925am

Sunday, January 15, 2012

想你的时候,
有没有流泪的权利?
想你,
既开心,又失落...

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

思念的雨
















窗外的西风,
轻轻的把我叫醒。
心绪随着那一抹风拉长,
呼唤着,
思念你的情怀。

下雨了。
调皮的雨滴,
不规律地在窗口的镜片上,
奏出思念的旋律。

思念,
是一种幸福的忧伤,
是一种甜蜜的惆怅,
是一种温馨的痛苦。


奕斌
725pm

Friday, January 6, 2012

Letter to Jean

To my team leader Jean,

I'm suffocating again. I know it's friday night, and with all the reason to be joyous, my mood has taken an all day low now. Painted on my face was the weary look that would shrug off all the euphoria of what is supposed to be the best night of the week. Yet, i suffer in silence.

Perhaps, I'm just expecting too much out of myself. Pushing myself beyond my limits, and off my limits. I just feel like a spring that has lost its potential elasticity after a period of time shouldering the weight of life. The spring that somehow used to recoil whenever there is a chance to do so is now just non other than an ordinary coiled metal, staying put at its original position.

I could still recall the upbeat mood after we headed home after a long days work in the ward. It was so relaxing and the sky seems to be smiling at us, bathing us with its warm rays that penetrated into our hearts and minds. Now the darkish night sky seems to overpower that upbeat mood and send me into a realm of depression and uncertainty. I'm starting to worry about the weekend ahead. I started to notice everyone burying their heads in the midst of books while I literally enjoyed life by sleeping and shopping.

On paper, i have the whole weekend to catch up on my books. However, practically, things do not always go the way you want them too. There is an AGM looming ahead on Sunday morning, and perhaps some unseen catastrophes that will ruin my remaining afternoon, or perhaps even Saturday if I'm so damn unlucky.


So leader, am i heading towards the right direction or am I just simply swerving and drifting away from the right track. If the former, please inspire me. If the latter, please guide me back. I'm afraid I was just thinking too much and worrying too much, in a disorder called depression.


Your Surveyor
Yik Ping
832pm