Just watched latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy. First, the nice parts of the episode:
In 6500 b.C., some guy looked at his sick friend and said, “I have an idea. Why don’t I drill a hole in your skull? It’ll make you feel better.” And thus, surgery was born. It takes a certain brand of crazy to come up with an idea like drilling into somebody’s skull. But surgeons have always been a confident bunch. We usually know what we’re doing, and when we don’t, we still act like we do. We walk boldly into undiscovered country, plant a flag and start ordering people around. It’s invigorating and terrifying. […] We like to think we’re fearless, eager to explore unknown lands and soak up new experiences, but the fact is, we’re always terrified. Maybe the terror is part of the attraction. Some people go to horror movies. We cut things open, dive into dark waters. And at the end of the day, isn’t that what you’d rather hear about if you’ve got one drink and one friend and 45 minutes? Smooth rides make for boring stories. A little calamity – that’s worth talking about.
Mrs. Grandy? Your husband is in recovery. It was a tough procedure, but overall, it went really well. He’s gonna be okay, Mrs. Grandy.
He is never gonna forgive me. He was sick, and I told him he was lazy and boring.
He was sick. You didn’t know.
Well, I’m his wife. I should’ve known. He was…
People are terrible to the people they love sometimes. They’re mean. You were both going through a really hard time, and you took it out on one another. It isn’t fun, but is what people do. That doesn’t make you the worst wife in the world. It just makes you… a person who made a mistake.
I-I know, okay? I know I’m being an ass. I can’t help it. I’m pissed off all the time, so much, I can’t even breathe. But you can’t be pissed at a crazy chick for losing her mind, so there’s nobody else to be pissed at except you. Nobody else.
People are terrible to the people they love sometimes. Wow… I’m sure someone would agree totally with this sentence. One would say that love brings more pain than it brings comfort. But I believe that it’s going through the pain and surviving the pain together that makes relationships stronger. Because the sad truth is, there aren’t so many punching bags around and yet there are times when one needs a punching bag to vent out all the dark energy that has been building inside one. You may have the most “love”, but if everything falls like a house of cards with the slightest breeze, that is (to me) not what a relationship can be. It’s a little too transient, 太经不起考验了…
Dermatology department of Seattle Grey’s Hospital reminds me of Canada. The bright, soft glow that seems to be present everywhere because everyone is so relaxed and civil. I’m not implying that Singaporeans aren’t civil, it’s just that with all the stress level and rush to be efficient, we seem to have lost a lot of “stuff”. Stuffs that makes you feel happy and glowy, if you catch what I mean.
I’ve lost my glow. I want to head out again and get them back…